Heather bumps her head

\[mf, necro, daughter, bikini\]

Larry stared into the pool. There was was something meditative in standing in his yard and watching water level drop. Today he took a swim and then decided that pool walls needed a good cleaning before it could be filled up again for the enjoyment of whole family.

The sun shone high, the day was hot. Life felt amazing. There was only one thing a man like Larry needed, and it was a good fuck. He chortled at his conclusion. It wasn't a crime to be a sarcastic buffoon once in a while.

But, really, Larry's dick literally itched for some action. His wife, Linda, was still at work. He might get lucky with her tonight, but even then it wasn't really something set in stone. Their daughter, Heather, would soon come home too, and in her presence Larry would be severely restricted in his pursuit for sex. Larry sighed. Oh, the burden he had to carry.

Water was bubbling around drain hole. The walls of the pool were light blue tile, and, when empty, it felt like it was filled with the clearest water. Larry stared at the emptiness for a minute, until deciding that he needed a bottle of beer. He opened a sliding glass door to the house and walked to the fridge in the kitchen part of the large first floor open plan living space. As he opened the freezer, he heard slaps of bare footsteps behind him.

"Oh, hi, dad!"

With a beer in hand, Larry turned around. His daughter Heather was standing there, wearing nothing but a blue and white bikini. The bikini consisted of the top of two triangles that covered her rather flat chest and a bottom with side ties that covered her groin. She raised her hands to fix her blonde hair into a ponytail.

"Heather!" Larry smiled. "What is my little princess doing home so early?"

He knew the "little princess" part would make eighteen-year-old daughter's eyes roll. Heather sent her father a contemptuous look.

"You were in the yard when I returned," she said.

"Who gave you the ride?"

Now Heather really gave him an eye roll. Boyfriend? "Not your business, dad," her facial expression was saying. "I'm a grown-up now!" Larry assumed it had been her boyfriend's car. Some loser who was probably wanted to fuck his daughter. She had had enough time to change into bikini without him noticing. Heather didn't reply to the question.

"Anyway, I'm going to take a swim."

"As you wish, my little honeybee!" Larry said.

Heather turned around. Larry followed his daughter with his eyes as she walked through the house to the sliding back door.

His dick itched. Lower triangle of Heather's bikini covered her round and shapely ass, which was kinda small, size of a ripe watermelon. Perfect to wrap his hands around her hips and... Larry chuckled. To be young again, and, of course, not her dad. His dick was really giving him some ludicrous ideas. Larry watched through the glass of the door how Heather picked up speed and ran towards the pool. Couple steps before the edge she made a huge head-first jump into the pool and vanished from the sight.

"Shit," Larry thought.

"Thud!" reverberated through the glass.

For couple seconds Larry stood frozen in silence. He let the beer fall from his hand and ran into the yard where, without much thinking, he jumped down, feet-first, into the empty pool.

Heather's body was frozen in a rather unnatural pose. Her head and knees were resting on tiled pool floor, while her back was bent in quite unusual angle, with her butt pointing up. Her face was turned sideways, with her ear at the ground, her eyes open and frozen still. The expression on Heather's face was one of a surprise about the lack of water inside the pool.

"Heather, baby, are you alive?" Larry quietly asked.

Dead silence was the only response. Heather was dead. Realisation what had happened slowly creeped at him. She was completely dead, with her cute butt sticking up, as if inviting somebody...

Larry inched closer to Heather's body. He stared into his daughter's dead blue eyes and felt a wave of sadness emerging from his stomach. Heather had all her life in front of her - and now she was dead. Killed herself in the stupidest way one could imagine! Broken her neck against the floor of an empty pool. Larry felt he should be crying, or maybe even wailing from pain, and he was surprised that he didn't. Besides the colossal sadness for the loss, he still felt his dick tingle, even more than before.

At first Larry didn't dare to touch Heather's body. He thought he probably should. He should move her to a more dignified pose before calling emergency services. Larry put his hands over Heather's hips, and immediately bounced back. She was still warm. That wasn't right.

Larry imagined that first he should do was close Heather's eyes. He bent down, stretched his arm towards her face and realised his own face was right next to daughter's butt. Larry nervously looked around. Nobody could see over the pool walls, and nobody was watching anyway - Linda was away, neigbours were busy with their own lives behind high hedge fences.

Heather's eyes remained open. Larry's eyes now were focused on Heather's butt. Nobody would notice... Bikini bottoms with white and blue wavy lines were tightly wrapped around Heather's cute round bum. Thinking about his dead daughter's butt was so inappropriate. At the same time urge to take a peak was tempting.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," he said.

Larry pulled the bottoms to the side, and looked around. Nothing happened. Nobody noticed. He felt his breaths became faster.

Larry looked at Heather's butt. The butthole was healthy pink, it resembled a tiny crater with slightly wrinkly walls. Without giving it an extra thought Larry put his lips over it. He kissed the smooth skin around it, and intensly licked the wrinkly butthole. Larry was convinced that Heather's delicios hole hadn't been touched by anybody. He felt joy about the thought that nobody had fucked his daughter in the ass. The death had saved Heather's innocent butt from being touched by some loser's dick.

After couple seconds Larry looked at Heather's face again. Heather's blue eyes were still dead, staring into the pool wall, her lips slightly parted, as if she was ready to protest. Larry felt his dick had become so heavy, it could sink into theground. He freed his dick from the pants. At the same time he noticed something shine inside the folds of Heather's upside-down pussy. The pussy itself was hairless, pink and sweet looking, but what had attracted his attention was a tiny silvery piercing on Heather's clit. Larry frowned. That was such a slutty thing to have. Why would his daughter need a clit piercing?

"You deserve to be punished for that, my princess," Larry told her.

Heather didn't respond. She remained dead and stared into the distance with her blue eyes. First Larry probed Heather's butthole with a finger, and felt no resistance. The muscles had lost tension, hole was absolutely unguarded, ready to be used. Carefully Larry touched her exposed butthole with his dick. The head of his dick fit the crater between her buttcheeks perfectly. It was made for him. Larry held his breath and pushed deeper. The walls of Heather's cave opened wider, until he was fully inside her.

Poor Heather. She died so young and innocent. Yet she had a secret clit piercing as a common slut. It felt so wrong and so good at the same time. Larry couldn't stop anymore. He started thrusting, and his hips smacked at Heather's ass.

Larry pounded Heather's ass, pushing deaper and deaper, squeezing her hips with his hands. His balls periodically spanked at her pussy, and every time he was reminded of the metallic piercing on Heather's dead clit. That made Larry growl and pound harder.

Couldn't hold it anymore. Larry froze with his dick deep inside Heather's dead ass, trying to delay the orgasm. His dick erupted with the hugest load of cum. Larry groaned. He thrusted his hips couple times more until he knew he had emptied his balls into her hole. He took a deep breath and pulled his dick out. Amazingly, Heather's body remained in the same undignified position. Only white cum was dripping out of her ass.

His poor, innocent daughter. It was wrong to think about her as a whore. Now Larry felt ashamed about such a thought.

Tiny stream of cum running down her leg wasn't a good look. Larry pulled his pants up and brought a garden hose. He washed the cum out of Heather's ass, then pulled her bikini bottoms back in place. Now her ass was wet.

"People will be able to tell," he thought.

He needed to delay the inevitable. Almost effortlessly Larry pulled Heather's body out of the empty pool. He carried her to the tool shed, where he sat her over the lawn mower. That had to do for now. Away from the eyes of Linda, or neighbours, or her boyfriend, or whoever. He will need to find a solution of this situation later.

Already exiting the shed, Larry turned back. He pulled Heather's panties to the side. Tiny ball of metal piercing twinkled on her clit. Larry shook his head.

"You slutty, slutty girl."