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The trailer was too loud and aggravating for Devi. Again. 

She couldn't stand the loud TV from her mother and her dad Dude was already fast asleep and the bedroom was off limits for her.

So what was the only option to get her mind off of everything tonight? Recklessly wander off outside, of course. She had an impulsive habit of doing so anyway, too quiet for her mother to hear her as she got decently dressed enough to head outside and walk down the neighborhood and streets of her town.

It was always oddly… eerie at night. Way too quiet and dead except for a few people hanging around or minding their own business. Any sight of someone in the dead of night was probably what freaked her out the most. Seeing her town usually pretty active for the most part but not crowded, now just some sort of ghost town and dark, just felt like some psychological horror movie. Or something like it.

The dark sky looming over town, only the streetlights giving her sight in some areas of the street, only added to the artificial dread she felt wash over her. There was no danger yet she still sure felt scared. She could've sworn the lit up streets almost felt indoors with how weird her perception was.

Devi knew it was a horrible idea to wander around in a town like Paradise, but she couldn't stand the noise when she wanted to relax. Being cramped up in the trailer at night to obey curfew up until she turns eighteen was too much for her. No way was she going to listen to that stupid law when it didn't mean jackshit to her even if it'd end her life.

Besides, she's always been quite lucky when it comes to her safety. Every time she's been outside this late, she hasn't ever been harmed. So what's the big deal if she sneaks around at night if she isn't going to cause trouble anyway?

Down the road behind the Police Station and past the Parcel Center, she eventually made it to the forest after maybe half an hour or more. Her lack of athletic skill only made it all the more tiring to get there. It wasn't exactly the safest place to be but it was where she felt at least a little more at peace. 

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea. Maybe she should turn back before she's killed off with no way for her to contact or let her father know where she is. But it felt too late to go home. Devina's already made up her mind.

Her back slumped against a tree as she slid to the ground, the grass feeling a bit dead and itchy under the sensitive flesh of her hands. Was grass always this rough?

She dug into one of her pockets and pulled out the blunt she snuck from her father. While the bedroom was off limits from her, it never stopped her from sneaking into her dad's personal spaces he forbid her from visiting. Especially back then as a younger kid.

The filter of the blunt rested between her small lips as she checked her pockets to see if she even brought a lighter with her in the first place. Her stolen joint was almost about to jump right out of her flinched lips as she heard an unrecognizable yet unusually familiar voice speak up behind her.

“Y'know, I don't think that's yours to smoke.” 

Devi froze up her entire body and paused there for almost a solid minute in the dry grass. Her head slowly turned around to look up over her shoulder. There was a massively tall figure whose appearance immediately screamed the look of her dad, but it… wasn't the Postal Dude's voice? 

He even didn't look exactly like him anyway. More defined face and jaw, hair wasn't as greasily slicked back, sunglasses were slightly a little rounder, facial hair on his chin was a different shape, and his outfit felt like a whole new variant of the same outfit her dad usually wore. Leather jacket, alien shirt, shades, everything.

… So who the hell was this guy?

She blinked a few times. The look on her face was absolutely dumbfounded, like a doe in headlights. It elicited a low chuckle from the man before he sat down beside her in the dirt with a sigh. Oddly enough, she didn't feel much sense of danger around him. Just confusion. The guy felt quite… friendly for someone similar to her father.

“You…” Devi mumbled as she struggled to find her words. “... look different.”

“And you still haven't answered my question, Dev’.”

After a minute of silence, Devi sighed and took the blunt out of her mouth. She didn't even wonder how he knew her name since it felt reasonable enough just by his existence. Her head lowered to her knees that she hugged as she felt a bit guilty for the theft. “No… you can have it back.”

His hand flattened out and pushed it gently back towards her direction with his palm. “It's not mine, either.”

“But...” The sentence immediately confused her even more. He looked a lot like the Postal Dude but not at the same time. Yet she couldn't figure out why or how. “... But you're—”

“Yes, but no.” He explained as his face subtly contorted and his other hand scratched the back of his head. “I am your dad.. but I'm not your dad dad.” 

“Ohhh..” She nodded in response and stared straight forward with the joint still between her fingers idly. “... I don't get it.” 

Devi's stupidity and cluelessness easily pissed off the Postal Dude like any other Postal Dude usually would be with her, rolling his eyes and giving up on explaining. It'd probably confuse her even more if she knew what he even was (given the fact he shouldn't even have a physical form). There wasn't any point to open up about any of it anyway. 

“It's not that important.” He answered gruffly, fingers digging into the pocket of his jacket as he pulled out a lighter. “Look.. let me just light that for you.” 

The blunt was propped between her lips once more as she held it between her fingers for him and looked up in the Dude's direction. What she didn't expect from his offer was for him to hold her chin to keep her still as he flicked the lighter under the blunt. 

Devi was severely touch-starved. Way too touch-starved to be held in any way, even by any supposed family member. 

Her eyes averted to the ground beside her as she felt her cheeks begin to burn and the blood inside her face begin to boil. Unfortunately Dude could see how bashful she'd gotten under the light of the fire. And it intrigued him a little. Maybe a bit more than a little, actually. 

He's always seen her from the sidelines of Dude's head, ever since she was just a little infant. And the recent pattern of her new awkward behavior caught his attention more than the real Dude himself. It seemed… way too shy to be just a silly adolescent phase of being simply embarrassed by parents.

Once the embers in the tip of the blunt lit up like microscopic fireflies in their birthing ashes, Dude soon let go of her face reluctantly. She almost instantaneously jerked her head away and held the blunt still as she took the long first drag. Smoke wafted out of her nostrils as a small coughing fit followed after.

She slowly handed the blunt up towards Dude since she knew she couldn't handle a whole blunt on her own or she'd overdose and knock out into a deep sleep for a little longer than just the night. Not a single word was exchanged between them as Dude just took the blunt and puffed it without really any debate about it.

Devi was awfully confused. But honestly, she didn't have the energy or time to ask all about it or learn anything new from her father. At least not tonight. 

Even throughout the entire blunt, not much was said whatsoever. Well, mainly from just Devi. The Postal Dude occasionally rambled about things she'd never expect from her real father if it were him. 

But Devi did gradually warm up to him due to how unusually calming his presence and voice was compared to her own actual dad. Damn it, why couldn't this guy be her real dad instead?!

Her body even began to lean against Dude's side as his free hand shifted to idly twirl and play with her hair around his fingers. Devi's hair felt a bit softer tonight than usual. A sign that she washed it pretty well this morning. Faintly smells like cherry blossom. 

“Can… Can you finish off the rest..?” Devina asked him and held out the blunt towards his free hand with a small cough. “... My throat hurts..” 

“So much for the self-proclaimed ‘pothead’.” Dude smirked at his own remark and took the last of what remained of the blunt, taking a long, slow hit. His arm slipped around her waist away from her head before he then pulled her close to rest on his lap comfortably. No warning, no explanation, not a single word. Odd.

And she was about to make excuses in response to his tease. Too bad his sudden move snapped her out of almost everything as she just sat there. Frozen still. Unable to move or shift as she felt way too awkward in this barely compromising position.

She really was way too touch-starved for her own good. Any slight physical contact sent her into almost straight-up arousal or just flustered her at minimum no matter who it was and what the physical contact was. If it was anything caring, it just was immediate to make her swoon. Even if it were the personification of her dad's voice in his head.

And Dude began to realize that. He took pride in the easy challenge. Wait, was it even a challenge though?

Devi hugged her knees again between his legs as he finished off the last of the joint. At least she wasn't abducted by any of the people in the town and wasn't likely to be at risk of that anymore no matter how high she was, but was this any better? Every bit of this situation did not show any signs of platonic behavior whatsoever. 

But like… he's not really her father. So this couldn't be incestuous if things went down. Right?

Right??

On the other hand, Dude wasn't reaching a weird incestuous moral crisis. He was positive it wasn't his problem if he took advantage of her. He wasn't the one who put his seed into the bitch. He's just some voice in a head that somehow reached physical form for tonight. 

Leaning against the bark of the tree, his gloved hands found his way to hold Devi still by her hips and waist. His fingertips could feel the jolt and freeze within her body… but she didn't seem to protest whatsoever. Dude took this as a sign to keep going.

She could feel calloused fingertips followed by palms covered in warm leather snaked its way up under her tank top. The pressure of his palms held and fondled her stomach briefly before one hand reached the underside of her clothed breast as the other dipped lower, down under her jeans as fingertips pressed against the fabric of her undergarment before she could even gasp. The weed really did delay her reaction time.

“... I-I don't…. I don't think we really should be doing this..” Devi mumbled, biting her lip as she felt a large finger trace the puffy slit of her folds through the nylon of her underwear.

“You're the one enjoying it.” He cheekily retorted, fingertips rubbing the upper part of her folds near the clitoral area without removing any of her clothes.

She felt her arm reach up behind her to wrap around his neck for balance, a small tension building up within her pants. It almost made her want to forget everything and do something to reach that sweet release instantly. Especially with how the weed only made herself feel even more rock hard to the point of a pinching agony stinging between her labia in her clit.

But Dude kept his pace measured and slow… for some reason. Maybe this Postal Dude just enjoyed seeing a reaction out of her, not just focusing on his own enjoyment. Or just that her squirming brought him further enjoyment. Afterall, each squirm ground against his groin.

Devi's other hand reached for his forearm, her small soft fingers slipping up under his sleeve as she gripped onto him. She could've sworn she felt her head float like it was bobbing in the water, her eyes fluttering shut to avoid any dizziness or nausea. The thing that sucked about being lightweight was that weed and alcohol both mess with the same part of the brain. She's not getting used to this shit anytime soon. Too much of a coward to risk addiction in order to fight off the weakness in her system.

The agonizing slow pace elicited her hips to end up beginning to roll against his fingers whether she liked it or not, which she really liked, eager and desperate to chase more stimulation from his fingertips. Devi felt almost sandwiched between his hand and groin, already feeling his own erection poking at her through two whole layers of denim. 

Rolling her head back as she felt his hand slip under the nylon and through the bush of her pubic hair without much of a complaint, Devina's fingers reached down and arched her back as she unbuttoned her jeans. The fly unzipped mostly on its own from the movement of her hips.

This specific Dude's fingers seemed to be wider and shorter than her father's. His index and ring finger spread the upper half of her folds as his middle fingertip lowered onto her tiny, barely developed erection of a clit to push some pressure against it.

“M-Mnh!” Devi gasped a strangled mewl from the erotic piercing pain she felt between her legs. Being high only made it all the more harder to repress any of her responses at all.

His finger circled around the rock-solid bump he found, the raw flesh over it sliding with his rolling ministrations. Dude maintained his pressure on her erection as his other hand slowly caressed her soft plump breast over the tight fabric. In merely under a minute, the peak of her nipple threatened to rise as his fingers carded along it occasionally.

“Are you always this sensitive and desperate, or are you just happy to see me?” The Postal Dude teased his hypothetical daughter.

“... Shhuh–.. Shut up..”

The pace from his fingers maintained a moderately fair one. While he did want to mess with her even more, both of them weren't sober enough to do anything that frantic. It felt a bit too relaxing and casual for some activity out in the middle of the woods. They weren't going to get caught, but it still felt embarrassingly shameless.

In the middle of it all, Devi did take in her surroundings. Whichever ones were easy to notice by first glance, smell, whatever, she was able to process. Her face buried into the crook of Dude's neck a little wherever she could reach and breathed in his scent as it was an attempt to get her mind off the annoying guilt that kept plaguing her mind.

He didn't particularly smell all that pleasant at all. But that didn't bother Devina that much. She's dealt with this kind of smell with her fathe— oh, just great.

Everything about this guy kept reminding her of her real dad and she liked it. Devi liked how he had his hand down her pants. She liked how he teased her. She liked how his arousal poked at her where she sat. And there was nothing she could do to get her mind off of it. Because trying to refuse enjoying this over some silly morality might get her in a situation she wouldn't even prefer over this. 

Devi's mewls grew more whiny as her breath stuttered over his skin with her grip on the back of his neck. And her legs were almost completely spread unlike how closed they were before he started messing with her even more. 

The Postal Dude's finger eventually slipped away from her unwavering erection that wouldn't combust no matter how long he flicked it. He tried to slither his fingers lower, but she immediately caught on and suddenly jolted up and out of his lap out of the blue in response.

She could feel his confused glare with furrowed eyebrows fixate on her as she scooted back against the rough grass away from him. Devi didn't give him eye contact. It felt too dark to focus on anything or anyone. For her, at least.

“... The hell was that for? I barely even touched you.”

No answer was given to Dude. She just sighed and sat back down beside him, leaning on his side. Which would easily confuse anyone if given no context whatsoever. And it did.

While she kept feeling remorseful and embarrassed for getting in this type of predicament with some version of her father, Devi was entirely aware that she had no way of denying that she still enjoyed his touch. Hell, she might've even enjoyed it even more than the small amounts of contact she gets from her own real dad. 

Something about his demeanor made her feel extra warm and tingly inside. He oddly felt a bit more… paternal. And it might've been why she kept trying to back out despite her extremely clear enjoyment that could frustrate anyone with how much she kept contemplating while in the middle of foreplay.

Her hand reluctantly rested on his chest as she cuddled up next to him and reminded Dude how she's going to perceive him no matter what he does. But honestly? The familial context only made things hotter. Even for Devi.

Dude's fingers were still a bit musky and damp from her bits. He carelessly wiped it off with his jeans before resting his hand on her lower hip as she reluctantly yet curiously slid her own hand lower at a slow pace. Her palm pressed against his beer gut softly, feeling his stomach in her hand through his shirt briefly.

For him, he found the fascination she had a little weird. What was so interesting about it anyway? His short train of thought was soon sent to a halt as she requested something softly.

“... Could you um.. lay down for me..?” Her tone was really hesitant, like she was expecting some random smack upside her head just for asking this.

Dude rose an eyebrow above his shades, but didn't question it.

“Ssssuree… I don't see any issue in it.”

Slumping entirely against the grass without another word, he folded his hands on top of his chest as his head raised to look up at his host's daughter who hovered over him. Even if it was too dark to see everything past a fuzzy blur that was even more obscured by his shades.

And there she went, pulling up the hem of his shirt before her hands started rubbing his belly again. For some odd reason. But he couldn't complain… her hands were really soft. The dryness of her palms weren't even that significant as her thumb circled around his navel. A bit calming to say the least.

“Say… what're you even planning to d—”

Without even another word or warning, Dude felt a warm moisture dart right into the middle of his stomach in the button. Devi felt his entire body jolt and freeze in response, hindering her small amount of confidence even if she kept going.

The smell and taste was god AWFUL. Yet she couldn't even get herself to stop, given the fact his squishiness and even his rare response made up for the inconvenience. She did still prefer her own navel being worshipped instead.

Never in a million years would Dude be able to guess that next move Devi just pulled, though. The feeling never felt so weirdly foreign in his entire life. It made him squirm and shudder in ways he hadn't in decades (if you'd count her real father's life as his as well). 

She could've sworn she heard him whimper and groan in a higher octave she's never heard from her father. Like… ever. It only motivated herself to dig her tongue in deeper as her hands gripped his sides, eating out his navel a bit too eagerly for her own taste. 

“Fff- FFUCK—… w-whuh–.... what the.. hell are you doing..?!”

Her body lowered onto his as she continued. But the only thing faltering her efforts was the fact that she kept feeling the denim of his jeans poke her chest harder than when she sat on his lap. She could've sworn she felt him twitch in his pants from how much he was throbbing from the discovery of a new fetish he could've sworn he should've learned years earlier than at this age.

Dude could barely take the overstimulating sensation drilling into his stomach. His hands gripped the grass, looking for almost anything nearby to hold onto even if it meant tearing up the harsh nature below him. And the ache in his pants seemed to never ease, only throbbing harder and harder by the second with how badly he needed to just burst…

“You.. really need to shower more...” Devina muttered after letting go of his navel she sucked on with a quiet wet pop. 

Postal Dude propped himself up with his elbows, index finger pointing down at her as he retorted, even while his breath was still shaky. “Hey, I-I just got this body tonight. Don't expect me to be all squeaky clean conveniently just for you.” 

The detail about ‘getting his body’ confused her, but there wasn't much time for questions. 

“Whaaatever…”

Dude didn't get any time to make any extra remarks, her tongue soon dipping back into his stomach like he had gotten her already addicted somehow. Did he accidentally lose something in there that could be addicting? Nah, probably not. What the hell was he thinking like that anyway?

Yet Devi started getting a little more comfortable and daring now that she knew he had no issue with this. Hands fondling his pudge, she fluttered her eyes with arched eyebrows while ignoring how weird she made Dude feel. He never told her to stop anyway. So it wasn't that big of a deal.

His persistent erection poking the middle of her ribs through all the fabric was starting to get on her nerves with how uncomfortable it felt. Dude did not feel anywhere hung through those jeans. And while that did relieve Devi from the fear of being impaled through her organs, it just got annoying fast with how much it throbbed and begged her to set it free accompanied by the groans and strangled whines she had never expected from any version of her father.

“God, can you get this thing under control??”

Grumbling and letting go of his stomach once again, she decided to feed her curiosity of what could even be going on down there. It already felt shameful enough to be getting him this hard, but like… anyone else would be curious in this situation, right? This couldn't be that weird..

Her hand reached for his belt and began roughly doing everything in her way as it grew a shit-eating smug grin onto the Postal Dude's lips. He knew exactly where things were going. But maybe was getting a little too ahead of himself.

“Under… control? During sex?” Dude snorted with a scoff afterwards. “... Do you even hear yourself?”

His words snapped a little bit of that taste of reality back into her head, that reality being that this was technically all sex with a version of her own father. Even if it was only foreplay (so far). She glared down at him as she sat up, feeling her cheeks burn once again at the thought.

Yet she didn't retort or bicker back. Hooking onto both of the waistbands of his briefs and jeans, she yanked them down before pausing as she saw the dim silhouette of his erection defy gravity and spring straight up into the air.

Jesus Christ.

It of course was short but.. how the hell was it that thick?! Her breath shuddered and hitched at the sight before she swallowed down her shocked gasp for air. She could even feel herself begin to heavily pant at just the mere sight of it. 

Devina's reaction must've been the sluttiest, most desperate reaction Dude has ever witnessed or gotten. Out of all people not to laugh at him for his short size… was his daughter? What in the incestuous fuck.

Was she really THAT desperate for some dick, or just THAT much into the idea of hooking up with her father? Either way, the response he got from her almost gave him secondhand embarrassment if it weren't for the fact it stroked his ego in replacement for her hands not around him yet. 

“What..? You gonna stare at it all day or somethin’?” 

Devi flinched and snapped herself out of her trance, still trailing her eyes back to stare at it as she held his hip gently. “I-I'll get to it! Just give me a minute, jeez…”

She let her fingers wrapped around the sensitive flesh only to be shocked by the grounding and the realization of his girth. Her middle finger and thumb couldn't even touch. A sudden anxiousness tingled down her spine as she knew she could not let this man penetrate her or she'd just be torn in half. What's even worse was that there wasn't any lube for them nearby anyway. They're in a damn forest for fucks sake!

“... J-Jesus..” Devina mumbled slowly sliding her grip in a soft, stroking motion for starters. “Is umm… i-is.. he…. that big?” 

Dude almost completely ignored her quiet words for a minute or two. He rolled his head back with a breathy groan that rang through her ears with how much air he exhaled. Kneading the back of his skull against the ball of his spine, he soon paused and opened an eye behind his sunglasses.

“Uhhh. Who, exactly?”

“Well… y'knowww…. My dad?” She grimaced at her own words out of embarrassment that she even dared to ask this in the first place. Her chest propped up against his thigh as she laid on top of him between his legs and busied herself with his arousal.

“Oh! That old man.” Dude stroked his chin and thought. His mind regretfully traced back to any brief memory of her dad being some two pump chump. Thank god that wasn't him anymore, for however long that may last. “Nah… why do ya wanna know? You.. planning on fucking him next?” 

“N-NO!” Devi blurted out, letting go of him as her palms pounced on his belly and almost knocked the wind out of him. “No way in hell am I gonna fuck my dad! Gross!”

No words needed for him to keep running his mouth came out. In replacement, he just raised an eyebrow that spoke all he needed to say to the girl. And it worked. She frowned even harder as her face felt like it was on fire with how bright red it was in the dark warm night.

“Don't give me that look, you said you weren't my dad!”

“I said I was, but I wasn't.” Postal Dude shrugged, careless about her moral panic here but still entertained himself by messing with it. “It's.. kind of a fifty-fifty here.” 

“You aren't legally OR biologically related to me, so this can't be incest.” Devina huffed, some of her breath tickling the foreskin of his thick length. 

Still no words from Dude. A brief awkward silence developed between the two that felt like forever for Devi. She soon broke it off by already doubting her own words right after saying them.

“... R-Right?”

He shrugged again and shook his head this time with a sigh. Her mental debate interfering with him trying to just blow his load was starting to get tiring by now, no matter how stupidly silly it got. “I dunno. Fucking your dad's voice in his head sounds pretty incestuous to me.”

“Your wha—...” She paused and closed her mouth once she remembered what he said before about his new body. So that's what he meant by that. Weird. “... Oh.”

“U-Uuhhm.. Wwwell…” Devi thought even longer for a moment, not really knowing how to excuse the taboo in this predicament here. “... You're likee.. not in his head anymore, though.” 

“Fair point.”

Her eyes awkwardly stared at him through his sunglasses and the dim air between them, really unsure on whether she should continue or not. It made sense to continue but she just felt so weird and disgusted by now by the idea of this being sex with her own father. Even if this Postal Dude wasn't necessarily her parent..

Fingers brushing against his stomach and hips again, she eventually sighed and lowered her head closer to his erection. Her breath fogged and radiated warmly against the precum-coated tip through foreskin as her hand soon grabbed onto him and licked it up clean.

Any taste from under the foreskin made her scrunch up her face with a small whine for a complaint. Maybe it was best she didn't have male anatomy herself, or she'd be almost as nasty about it like her own upbringing was. Thankfully, her own anatomy had its own instinct to clean itself from the inside out.

But honestly? Dude didn't give any crap about whether she liked the taste or not. The stimulation was good enough to earn his groans and slow panting back. Her eyes watched his chest rise and fall with each inhale and exhale, lips soon enveloping around his foreskin and tugging at it with her teeth a bit involved.

“W-Woah… eeasy, there..” He grunted and pushed her mouth away by her forehead. “Nnnh.. Keep that to yourself, girl.”

Devi muttered and grumbled under her breath even if she obeyed his demand. She gripped the base a little tighter as her head lowered to intrude him even more down her mouth. And thanks to the short length, almost all of it fit until she gagged from her testing the waters.

The erection instantly slipped out of her mouth as she propped herself up to gasp for air with a cough. 

Her inexperience and curiosity was wasting time. Time that Dude didn't have. But he couldn't force his little girl to do anything she didn't want. Then her real father would have a massive fit without any excuse that she wanted it.

“Really? Is that all you got?” Dude scoffed.

“Shut up. Give me a minute..”

Her lips brushed against the smooth underside as she lowered her head and hands, pulling his pants down further to expose every inch and part of his bits in all of its glory. Dude felt the warm metal of her septum ring brush against his scrotum as she audibly breathed in his musk right where the muscle met the sack.

All this worship began to make him believe she really didn't mind the stench at all. No matter how much she complained, there was always wordless praise to double down her gratitude she had for such an unconventional session with him.

After huffing so much she could almost puke, she eventually exhaled her breath all over his sensitive skin and elicited another rumbling groan from him. Dude soon gasped in his own groan as he felt the tip of her tongue slide up his erection with a smirk before she stuffed him into her mouth again a bit more cautiously and properly this time.

He could even feel the walls of her cheeks hollow around him, leaving no room for anything in her throat besides him and herself. And he took up almost way too much space that she didn't have to hollow much of anything anyway. 

Devi curled some of her bangs behind her ear as she bobbed her head in a vertically circular motion towards him with her eyes gently shut. She had no problem adjusting her breath since she preferred breathing through her nose anyway, her huffs occasionally breezing against his pubes into thin cold breaths of air. 

And back to gripping the grass Dude went. Because where the hell did she learn shit like this?!? He could've sworn she was still a virgin, but he began to doubt even more now, even if he already knew about her impulsive habit to sneak out late at night like this but with some of her friends at times.

“Shhhit–..” He tried his damndest not to ram her throat down to the hilt with how well she was going down on him. But it was way harder with the fact that he never expected experience from her of all people. For fucks sake, she's sixteen! Devi's too damn young to easily please a grown man like him!

If it weren't for the fact he was getting some good head, he'd probably scold the crap out of her for this. But he'll leave that for the other Postal Dude to do. As long as he wasn't part of the end being scolded.

The hums vibrating in her throat only served to further drive him wild, especially with how purposefully lewd she sounded each and every time. Every bob of her head just kept egging him on to fuck her face without any remorse. Who knew impregnating his wife would actually have some benefits after all those years? These benefits kept making him way too impatient to let her go at her own pace, and his guttural groans were a massive telltale sign, even for Devi.

She gripped his inner thighs tightly as she already felt her jaw grow sore with how much effort she overdid with her mouth. Maybe she didn't need to be this eager about something she felt so guilty about. But then again, she couldn't even help it. Devi honestly had been craving any sexual activity even more ever since she had her first with an old friend from middle school she bumped into, now even more desperate every time she ovulated.

Pulling back and roughly suctioning up to the last inch, she let go with a wet pop before panting heavily for air despite not lacking any. Devina could've sworn she felt Dude's unapproving eyes glaring through her now that she stopped. Her hand instinctively wrapped around his dick again to keep working on him, face lowering only to slick and dig her tongue into his navel once again to see if that'll please him enough.

And it sure did.

His head fell back down on the grass as he jerked his hand to his forehead, running fingers through his hair as he strained some of his more embarrassing noises in failing attempts to silence himself. The strangled grunts and whines from her own father easily motivated her to keep going no matter if she felt guilty or not.

She didn't have much strength in her wrist to keep a measured pace, going back and forth with moderate to fast as she shut her eyes and stuffed her mouth into his stomach like her life depended on it. The tip of her tongue ended up teasing the dead end that made his arousal twitch. Just about any of this felt way too foreign even for her thoughts. While Devi did have some slightly incestuous fantasies of her father, she never thought the voice in his head would fabricate into thin air and pursue her in the dead of night. Or let her pursue him.

“Can't get enough of that, huh?” Dude smirked as his fingers carded through her hair, twirling some around his fingers as he almost pet her like a house cat.

“Shhut it.”

Devi's voice was muffled against his stomach as she kept jerking off his erection, struggling a little to do so after a little while now that her own spit was soaking into her hand. 

Her attitude was starting to actually get to the Postal Dude a bit. Even if she wasn't necessarily his daughter, she still felt like one to him. Anyone would be at least a little hurt if their daughter started treating them like shit now that they were separated from their parent's body.

“You could at least try to be a little nicer.” His tone shifted to a more gruff one.

Devi cowered a little from his reminder, slipping her tongue out of his belly as she rested her face sideways against him. Her hand slowed down on him as her cheek squished against the wet flesh of his navel. Her apologetic eyes shone against the moonlight as she softened her expression. She didn't say a word or try to get anything out of him, she just started to feel bad.

“... Don't give me that look.” 

“I'm not trying anything!” She whined, furrowing her eyebrows. “... I'm sorry, okay?” 

“Then you better cut it out, Devina.” 

Her head slumped a bit more against him as she sighed, her warm breath breezing against his stomach as she slowly stroked him off. She hated the reminders he practically gave her about how she's doing this with a version of her dad of all people. The version being so alike yet so different from him. But there wasn't any way to forget about it either. 

She had to either stop it altogether or just accept the fact that this was in fact incestuous. But she wasn't going to anytime soon.

After a bit of her casually playing with his body, she sat up and looked around the forest. Dude sat up as well and scratched his head while mirroring her confusion.

“Uhm… what time is it?” Devi asked, her words still slurred from the weed.

“... How should I know?” Postal Dude's eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses.

“I dunno...” She groaned and spread her legs, still kneeling in the grass as her face buried into his chest through his shirt. “Ugh… dad's gonna kill me..”

“You'll be fine, just relax.” 

Leaning back with her hands planted in the grass, she let out a huff and thought for a moment. Her eyes went back to staring down at his erection that probably threatened to burst at any moment if given the right treatment. Too impatient to demand her to touch him again, he just started stroking himself in front of Devi as she bit her lower lip in response.

“I've been… focusing too much on you, haven't I?” She smirked and reached for the hem of her own tight cropped t-shirt, slowly pulling it up as her fingers hooked under her bra that was the only thing holding back her chest that was seconds away from spilling out.

“... Not really.” Dude mumbled, unsure whether to say yes or no and what outcome he'd get for either answer. While he wanted more attention, he really, REALLY wanted to see her tits so bad.

She's always flaunting that cleavage like a prize trophy almost daily. And it'd mean everything to him if he finally got to see what she's packing in that shirt. 

“Oh..? Not really?” Devi paused and raised an eyebrow, sitting back a little as she looked up at him. “... Hmm.”

Her eyes flicked around her surroundings again as she soon decided to just give what he wanted, pulling up her shirt and feeling her breasts fall out one after the other. Devi's pale skin glistened in the moonlight brightly. Dude unironically somehow got a good angle and view of her chest, the reveal being all the more dramatic yet erotic because of it.

Full-on D cups. Fucking. D cups. On this sixteen-year-old. He knew they'd be big, but the sight of nothing obscuring or covering them up was even nicer. She even had this cute mole on the side of her barely visible areola on her left tit. 

Now it was his turn to gawk at her. He sat there with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape as Devi smirked and kept her chest flashed at him.

“Woahh-hohoohh…” He grinned and leaned back against the tree trunk once more, resting one of his arms behind his head as he basked in the sight like he was admiring a sunset. “… Now that's more like it..”

Devi couldn't help but giggle at the positive response. A smug smirk mirrored his on her lips as she leaned forward, the weight of her loose chest tilting with her movements. The fact that he enjoyed the sight made it clear to her that she had an advantage to easily arouse and seduce this personified voice in her dad's head. God, that sounds weird when actually said or thought.

“Are you gonna keep sitting and gawking or are you actually gonna enjoy yourself?” She teased, wiggling her shoulders jokingly to flaunt herself. “... I don't got all night.” 

“Don't gotta tell me twice.”

His hands immediately darted to her torso, calloused fingers feeling up her soft sides. She felt a bit… fuzzy, but the body hair didn't bother him. Not even the happy trail above her jeans. Afterall, he had no complaints feeling up her bush.

Yet.. he paused right below her chest. Not for any negative reason, but because he felt her shudder and jolt in response to feeling his fingertips trace along her ribs. Thumbs brushing across that particular spot along a rib, he memorized her reactions and kept playing with and teasing her skin just to get that certain response over and over again.

Each whimper and hum of hers was a bit of a higher pitch but remained under her breath. She was so soft, so sensitive. And yet Dude hasn't even properly touched her that much yet. Hearing Devi like this was appealing enough to keep himself entertained through every second of the foreplay. Even longer than Devina's own patience could take.

Eventually, the Postal Dude's hands slid up to then properly grope her breasts after he felt satisfied enough from messing with her. Pressing her chest onto his palms soon led to his fingers gripping onto her, eliciting a lower groan from her. 

She fluttered her eyes shut, mouth barely agape as she exhaled deep from her throat. It's been a while since she was touched like that. Not forever, but just a while. Devi was just lucky enough to bump into such an impossible predicament. 

For almost half an hour, Devi just let him play with her chest however he'd like as she relaxed and continued adjusting to the high from the weed. Any play with her nipples was oddly stimulating. She didn't like how it felt, even if it felt nice. But it made her squirm more than usual and made her body feel weird whenever she felt Dude's mouth and teeth on them.

It was getting maybe a bit overstimulating. She wasn't really fond of the feeling anyway. The moment that his mouth let go, she soon decided to hold his jaw to tilt it in her direction upwards. Dude sort of got the memo as his eyes glanced up at her over his shades.

He lifted his torso out of the slouch he had it in and let his daughter guide his head where she wanted it to go. But it seemed like the only direction his face was going was her own. And he was more than eager to accept that.

Suddenly closing the gap between both said faces, Devi gasped into the kiss she was expecting more to be gentle and gradual rather than immediate. But she wasn't even complaining anyway. She gripped his face with both hands as she let herself fall back onto the dry grass and pull him with her to hover over her body.

Dude felt up her body along his gloved hands once more to balance himself a little from the sudden need to kneel up instead of sitting. His lips urgently pressed against hers as the pressure between them increased. Maybe this was getting a little too intimate and desperate even for his liking. But it wouldn't be very fatherly of him to treat his daughter like some one night stand.

Afterall, this was nothing like a one night stand. You could say it was like one, but it didn't really feel like it, right? But maybe the energy between them just bonded them even closer without words, without need for any debate about how this felt. Even if it was weird, extra weird for their standards.

His hands slid down to lift her thighs up, Devi eagerly spreading them and lifting them up enough for him to pull down the waistbands of her clothes before slipping them off of her legs. She had to kick off her shoes in order to get it off completely.

Devi's legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, awkwardly letting his tongue slip into her mouth and struggling to use her own with how big her tongue was for some reason. She could already feel the underside of his aching erection start to grind between each fold of her labia, slicking himself up with her own secretion. The reminder that he was still quite the girth despite the lack in length only made her fear the fact neither of them had lube. And Devi could not just get wet on her own with the lack of estrogen in her system. 

Dude suddenly broke off the kiss only to bury his face into the crook of her neck. She shuddered from the feeling of his breath, squirming every time he exhaled after breathing in her scent. It was really weird seeing this behavior for the first time from any part of her dad. He seemed oddly obsessed with the smell of her perfume, not even hiding it anymore probably since she wasn't exactly his responsibility anyway, being separate from the real Postal Dude.

“W-Wwoah…” Her hand reached the back of Dude's head as she rolled her hips in sync with her dad's slow pace. “... I‐I–.. I think we should avoid intercourse.” 

She shuddered even more at the feeling of his lips brushing against her sensitive skin, almost squirming a bit from all the pleasure.

“Aaand, why's that..?” He raised an eyebrow yet never lifted his head from her body.

“Well… um, y'know.. we don't really have like— anything to help down there. Lube, condom, nothing. I'll just tear your foreskin anyway.” 

“Fair..” Dude eventually lifted his head off of her neck and nodded before then pausing soon after. “... Wait.”

His eyes stared right at hers, narrowing as his eyebrows furrowed in suspicion.

“How the hell do you know all this stuff anyway?” 

Devi paused as well. She darted her eyes around before beginning to nervously grimace a smile. She then looked back up at him and shrugged ever so slowly. “... sex ed..?” 

“Nuh uh.” Dude retorted bluntly, jabbing his index finger into her upper chest right below her bunched up tank top. “Sex ed doesn't teach you this stuff you've been saying n’ doing... You've been doing more than what you've told us you've been doing when you sneak out at night.. haven't you?”

She soon gave a guilty look for a brief moment before faltering it to maintain an innocent expression. But being how indecisive she was, she soon gave up on denying it but acted more confident about it. It looked a lot stupider than she thought she looked.

“What? Did you really think you were gonna take your own daughter's virginity out here?”

“Wh– N-No, I—” 

“And you were gonna be so willingly happy to do so? Fuckin’ freak.”

Dude seemed a little more than just a bit pissed that she was messing with him like this again. His face contorted even more as he gritted his teeth, choosing his words wisely to avoid getting this out of proportion with her of all people. 

“Well sorry for giving my kid the benefit of the doubt here. I didn't wanna believe my daughter was a whore.”

His tone wasn't even that angry, just moreso condescending and mocking than anything. It did upset Devina for sure. But she honestly couldn't help but enjoy the degradation for some odd reason. 

Devi wasn't going to waste her time bickering with her father, though. Her hands gripped his jaw once again to yank his head towards hers as she expressed her impatience. The hunger in her eyes kept intensifying by the minute to the point of her losing that moral compass that held her back. Without those chains and leash, she was some feral, mindless animal he hadn't witnessed before. A hunger that wasn't meant for those doe eyes of hers. Even if it was still restrained from her inexperience. 

“Whatever, just–... just get on with it already.” She muttered under her breath bashfully as her hips began to roll slowly once more.

Dude's smirk revived among his lips the instant her body showed some vulnerability. He hadn't fully realized how desperate she was just to enjoy herself. Desperate enough to do such things with someone that was practically her own father. And she knew damn well she shouldn't. But it never stopped her tonight.

“Hmm..?” His head lowered onto hers, nose brushing against hers. “... I didn't hear that. Could you maybe…. repeat that for me, Dev..'?” 

This fucking asshole. He knows she's too embarrassed to be blunt with words. She's too ashamed to ask for sex from him. Her dad. No matter how many times she denies it, she still views the man as her father. The guy's almost just a part of her dad living in his own body right now. And he's more frustrating than her original father himself. 

“God dammit…” Devi grumbled and rolled her eyes, her fingers caressing the sides of his neck as she continued to slowly roll her hips with his. “J-Just.. fuck me already, would ya?”

“Oooh, yes ma'am.”

The grin on his face widened even further and pulled his hips back to align himself with her. Devi squirmed underneath him as she braced herself, arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him almost flush against his chest. His teasing rubbing along the small opening only made her all the more squeamish.

“Easy, girl…” He soothed her in a hushed, slow tone like some perturbed horse. “... Shhh..”

The specific different voice this Postal Dude had was easy to make her melt, her breath coming out a little shaky as she relaxed herself. Her face contorted with closed eyes as she felt the tip slip into her which caused her to squirm even more from the agonizing pain already.

Why the hell did it have to hurt like that anyway?! She was NOT masochistic enough for this to be anywhere near fun. Her arms dipped under his coat and shirt to wrap around his torso as she clawed at his back for some sort of petty revenge when he kept pushing inwards.

“Urngh, did you really have to do that?” Dude gave a guttural groan as his hips kept pushing forwards at this point. He'd rather deal with it like ripping off a bandaid instead of taking his sweet time if she's going to be so impatient and wild about it despite her naivety. “I told you, Devina… calm the fuck down.”

“I-I can't..” Her voice was already several octaves higher strained into strangled mewls as her thighs squeezed his waist even tighter. “.... Ohh.. o-ohmygod… ouwwwh…” 

The breeze of her shaky breaths tickled against his eardrum as he almost reached the hilt. How in the actual fuck was she this tight??? She definitely has had sex before, but vice wringing the life out of his dick felt like a massive contradiction to obvious evidence. 

Feeling his hips against the undersides of her thighs was the signal of relief to her that there weren't any more inches to take. Devi knew there'd be a little amount anyway but the girth was more than she's handled before. She took this as a moment to lay back and relax, panting heavily as she stared up at the night sky.

Dude let her adjust since he needed to as well anyway, with how much his foreskin felt like it was threatening to tear into two at the slightest wrong movement. He curled over her body and buried his face in her neck once more to worship her scent like it was fresh clean air. Probably the freshest thing he's smelled in this damned town. 

He could've sworn he felt her legs begin to quiver a little. She couldn't be reacting that much to it, right?? He's only three inches and hasn't even done much yet. Yet it's really clear she's nowhere near faking it with how vigorous her gentle quakes were.

After a few minutes of just waiting in silence, she soon lifted her hips to press her ass against him in a weak grinding motion. He took that as a hint to get a move on as he started to roll his hips gently but already began a brief pace from how desperate the both of them were. 

And she was already noisy, too.

Devi really tried her best to keep quiet. She really did. But with how far she was stretched, she couldn't even repress any of her sounds anymore.

“O-Ohhhh… fffuck..” Her body trembled gradually more and more sooner than he expected. “.... Hhohhh.. ohh god..”

Dude's grip shifted to her thighs, pushing her legs up and back into a position she wasn't exactly the most flexible for. He heard no more complaints from her anyway that'd get him to stop as he stretched her knees closer to her head as he got up while maintaining his pace a bit frantically.

Her hands gripped the grass this time to balance herself as she felt herself get forced into some sort of awkward yoga-like position to accommodate his own enjoyment. Every hesitation and second thoughts she had were entirely abandoned as her mind just focused on the present for once in her life. 

In, out, in, out, in, out, in out. That's all she could keep her mind on. It was hard to ignore in the first place with the face that the girth itself was giving Dude an advantage at pleasing her. Her legs could barely hold herself down with how much they shook and trembled, almost like she was about to die from the lack of blood sugar or some stroke or seizure.

“F-FfuUUUCK! Fuckfuckfuck, o-OH GODDESS!! r-ri-iight thh-there—!” One of Devi's hands slipped around her leg down between her legs to assault the life out of her throbbing clit to rush her need for release. She didn't even know what words to blabber, saying whatever profanity or moans that she felt would be good enough to entertain her father anyway.

It took him a moment to find the exact angle. But once he found it he absolutely did not shy away from picking up his effort persistently at that exact spot she cried for him to thrust. After all these years, he's finally getting laid and he's still got it. Dude has got it more than ever this time now that he's got his own cooler body.

“Ohhh, you like that, huh..?” Postal Dude grinned deviously as he began dirty talking through all his heavy panting. “... You like it when your daddy's fuckin’.... pounding you like that, yeahh? Out in the open in the middle of the woods like an inbred animal?” 

Her face contorted when her eyes squeezed shut, head rolling back even further as she let every moan, whimper, mewl, whine, and sound of any type escape her throat without any hesitation anymore. She felt one of his hands snake around hers only to press on her pelvis right above her clit to put more pressure on the penetration now that she was almost entirely used to it. 

“… I-I.. LOVE it! Hhnngh… hhhah.. ohhoh…. O-Oh my god… ohh fffuck–..”

At this point Devi was losing her competence to speak full sentences with how her mind was going several miles a minute. Zooming light-years every second she took her own father's sex into hers with each pound, with each thrust, with each slam. He wasn't even that gentle anymore as he started vigorously fucking her to get some friction going on in that perfect spot she begged for.

Devina couldn't even believe she had been going along with the dirty talk and even committing above and beyond by making herself sound like a total slut for what was basically her father of all people. The man who put herself into this world. The man who's been putting a roof over her head even if it wasn't the most ideal one. This guy has been with her in every stage in her life just to fuck her brains out right in semi-public in the middle of the night. And she loved it.

She loved the way he stretched her. She loved the way he called her names and degraded her. She loved the way he wanted to act like she was all for himself. And she just couldn't help it.

Her hand kept picking up her pace as fast as she could to chase that orgasm like it was some sneeze that won't go away. Like it was some drug she couldn't get enough of, even if it was her first time having specifically incestuous sex. Even Devi's hips began to rock and jerk in angles to chase what felt like seconds away from bursting.

It felt like almost any second now.

“O-Ohhshitohshitohffuck– keep going, keep GOING!” She straight-up just ordered Dude at this point.

And Dude was too busy to complain either way. His eyebrows furrowed as his hips snapped into her rear and thighs to buck into the same exact spot over and over. Her own hips began bucking faster than even his could as she getting closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and—

A strangled, loud whine blurted from her lips paired with the massive arch of her back as a sign of orgasm. Before he could even think for once about what's going on, that tight vice around him suddenly clenched even tighter than it already was. Dude couldn't even control his body anymore as he lay limp over hers as she continued to jolt and twitch dramatically with perverted drool trickling from her lip. 

Both of them turned their brains off entirely for a moment, her dad a little late as he tried his best not to knock up her own kid. He did successfully pull out after she rode out her gradual orgasm enough for him to feel satisfied, though. Quite hard when it feels like she's pruning his soul.

His daughter continued to lie there in the grass, limp and entranced in ecstasy as she let him pump himself out onto her bare breasts. There would've been complaints from her if she was entirely thinking straight but she hadn't met her own hypersexual type of post nut clarity yet anyway. 

Just pure silence from her as she laid there in shock and bliss from what just happened. She could hear the sounds of a zipper and belt close back up before her father grunted with a sigh as he sat down next to her.

The sounds eventually grounded herself as she wiped her finger through his secretion and gave herself an impulsive yet curious taste test. It didn't taste pleasant but it felt like the point. She had to lick it up anyway to avoid stains and crust. 

“... Did we really just do that?” Devi asked before turning her head to look up at his direction.

“Yyyep. We sure did.”

More silence from Devina. Her eyes glanced back up at the sky, pulling her shirt and bra back down.

“I… don't know whether to feel guilty or impressed.” She sighed.

“And I… can't feel my legs.”