He was only a year older then her. Alex was 19 years old, about 6'1 and looked kind of skater, rocker or scene. She didn't think he looked weird at a...l, actually the look suited him. His hair was jet black, had a choppy layered look, and ended right below his face. His eyes were a crystal blue, or electric blue color, that seemed to see right through you. They were flecked with gold and looked amazing. His body was long and slim, but he definitely had muscles, which she could clearly see since. Her arms hooked through the netting, hugging the ropes as she struggled to hold on. My hands squeezed the ropes as the net swayed.“Sophia,” I groaned.“I’m fine,” she gasped. “Sorry. My feet are tangling in my robe.”Sophia found her footing while I swayed beneath her clinging to the netting. My chainmail loincloth clinked and jingled. Sophia climbed again and reached the top, her white robes swirling as she hauled herself over and onto the decking. I focused on the top, ignoring the water. This moment happened in my room, with my parents downstairs. Throughout dinner, we were stealing glances at each other. One point our eyes met, and we both smiled. Noone on the table noticed, we had spent the last 20 odd years together after all – having family for your neighbours is a good deal. I thought about that afternoon and I grew confident. I extended my leg and touched her foot under the table. She looked up at me wide-eyed. I smiled and grapped her toe with mine. She tried pulling. I thrust inside her faster, feeling her grip me as she moaned, feeling my cock reaching its climax. Her pussy felt amazing. I watched her face as she thrust back at me, throwing her head back, her soft cries spurring me on. I cried a deep, guttural moan as I felt myself coming, coming inside her as she held me."Yes, Daddy. Yes" she moaned. "Oh, God" I felt the last emission of my semen being pumped into her body as she lay still, gripping me. We stayed there, holding each other. As close as two.