Babysitting For My Uncle Part 3

Introduction:

For Uncle’s birthday, you want to give him a present but he has other present ideas in mind.My cousin (Jace) drives me over to his house and we walk in. Two little munchkins run over to me and hug my legs. I pick up the tiny one and carry him to the kitchen where my uncle is. I set him down so I can get a hug.

“Hey! I’m here to babysit.” I say with a wink. The little kids cheer and my uncle fake cheers. “So, isn’t it about time these munchkins take a nap?” I ask. They sigh in unison and walk towards their room.

When they are out of sight, my uncle pulls me in for a kiss and I hear my cousin walk down the hall. He must not have liked watching that. I kiss him again and then go to tuck in the kids. Jace was kneeling at the side of one of the beds tucking in a little one. I tucked in the other and kissed him on the forehead. They started drifting off to sleep immediately so Jace and I walk out of the room. I shut the door and pin him against the wall. I kiss him and touch him tenderly. I whisper in his ear “are you sure you can handle watching us?”

“As long as I get you after in my room.” He says and kisses me again.

I nod and we walk to the main room. Uncle is sitting on the couch and I go and straddle his lap. He enjoys this.

“I’m going to my room. Have fun.” My cousin says.

I kiss my uncle to distract from Jace sneaking into his dad’s room. I told him of the dark corner of the room that has a blanket in it. He is to sit in the corner under the blanket and watch us silently.

We make out for a few minutes so Jace can get settled. Then I pull away and tell him for us to take it to his room. He agrees and slaps my ass the whole way there. I flop onto the bed and wait for him to do something. He takes his shirt off and I spread my legs and touch myself. He grins as he takes his pants off. He wasn’t wearing underwear so his cock sprung to life. I gasped and giggled. He gives it a few tugs to make it fully erect before stepping forward and removing my shoes, socks, and my panties. He pulls on my legs and brings my ass to the end of the bed. My legs are spread and I am completely exposed. I watch as his mouth nears my cunt. I feel his warm breath against me and I shiver in anticipation. His fingers lightly touch my wetness and slide into my pussy. I gasp as his fingers curl inside of me. My head rolls to the side and I catch a small glance of Jace before my body jerks ferociously as my uncle finds my G spot. I didn’t know this spot existed inside of me until this moment.

“Oh Uncle! Mmmmmhmmm!” I shout as my body writhes under his touch.

He said some dirty things to me but I was focused on keeping eye contact with Jace. He is jerking off under the blanket he is hiding with. The eye contact triggers something in me and I feel tingles deep inside.

“I…I…I’m gonna cum!” I breathe out heavily.

My pussy walls clamp around his fingers and I see Jace get ready to cum too. My mouth opens signaling my release, but Jace’s didn’t. I feel a different pressure inside my pussy, and then I squirt in my Uncle’s face. I gasp and so does he. My body goes limp and my Uncle licks up my juices.

“I’m gonna go shower hun. You can join when you want.” He says and kisses my forehead.

He saunters off to the bathroom with a deflated cock. I figure he came somewhere on the floor, and when I sit up to put on my panties, I see he came in my panties. Like father like son.

I stand up naked and feel light headed. I sit down on the floor and crawl to my cousin. I kiss him and remove his blanket. His cock shows that he’s still hard. I put his cock between my legs and rub my pussy along the length. He pulls one of my breasts into his mouth. My nipple hardens instantly and I get lost in the feeling of ecstasy.

“I just squirted Jace…” I whisper. “How did that happen?”

I feel his cock start to move on it’s own while in my hand. I know he’s gonna burst so I push his tip into my pussy and he erupts inside of me. I stand up with his cum running down my legs and go to the bathroom. I step into the shower with my uncle and let the rest of my cousin’s cum dribble out.

My uncle is facing away from me so I sneakily hug him from behind. My boobs press into his back and my arms wrap around his waist.

“Uncle? How did you learn to do that?” I ask him.

“Oh my little darling… you don’t wanna know the amount of women I’ve been with. I’ve been with some seedy women and some women who just want my seed.” He tells me as he attempts a really bad and sexual dad joke. I don’t laugh so he continues. “I learned it from your aunt… she really enjoyed sex, hence her running off with a guy 10 years younger than her and leaving me with the kids.”

“Well look at you Uncle… you’re with a girl that’s almost half your age… doesn’t that make you feel desirable?” I say as I grip his cock and start jacking his hardening prick off. “I don’t know why she would leave you… you’re so talented and experienced… the way you make my toes curl and my dreams dirty…. mmmmm… I just can’t comprehend why she wouldn’t want you inside of her every night.”

At that moment, my Uncle turns around, picks me up, and pins me to the shower wall. His lips meet mine and we make out passionately. His hands grab at my ass and massage it. I reach between us and find his cock. I try pushing it in, but I’m at the wrong angle.

Uncle takes matters into his own hands and puts himself inside of me. I slowly slide down his shaft and moan. He holds me against the wall as he slowly fucks me.

“You’re my slutty little niece. I love it.” He whispers as he pushes deep inside.

I moan my approval because I can’t talk from my brains being scrambled while I orgasm. He inserts a few more times before he erupts again and sets me down. We finish in the shower as we tease each other and wash up.

“I’m gonna nap. You can join me if you want.” He suggests as we wrap our bodies in towels.

“No thanks. I think I’m going to go catch up with Jace. I haven’t seen him in a while. I’ll be back up when the boy’s nap is over.”

“Okay. Have fun. See you in a bit.” He says and lays in his bed naked and still somewhat damp.

I grab my bag from the kitchen and take it downstairs with me. Before I go to my cousin, I put on a comfy outfit. I then make my way to where Jace is sitting on his couch. I plop down beside him and look up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Jacey… can we pwetty pweese just cuddle? I’m exhausted…” I beg in a childish voice. “Uncle wore me out. We can still do things tonight… I’ll sleep down here with you?” I try to bargain.

“Fine, but you owe me a blowjob with that magical mouth of yours.”

“Deal! Can we cuddle right now?”

He nods and leads me to the bed. He lays down and I snuggle into his side. I feel so cozy that I decide to kiss him. Kissing leads to making out. Making out leads to touching. Touching leads to him grinding his cock on my pussy. This sends me and him over the edge.

“Damn… do you not get much at college? I’m surprised how fast you finished.”

“I was playing with myself waiting for you.” He says with a wink.

We then cuddle for a half hour while everyone else naps.

When times up, I reluctantly climb out of Jace’s arms and go upstairs to wake up the boys. The little ones sleepily make their way to the living room to gradually wake up and then play with their toys. I head to uncle’s room and climb on his bed. I jump up and down and he eventually wakes up smiling at me. I plop down and kiss him.

“Good morning Uncle. The boys are up and apparently so is your boy. Take care of that because I have a surprise for you tonight.”

“Another surprise? You’re gonna give this old man a heart attack.”

I bound out of his room and cook some dinner for everyone while the boys played outside with uncle.

We all ate the delicious dinner I made and then the boys sat down for a movie night with Jace. They were happy to have their big brother back for a bit.

Uncle and I retreated to the bedroom. I have stashed my bag in his bathroom while they were outside playing. Uncle sits on the bed and waits for me. I go to the bathroom to change.

I slip on some lingerie I stole from my mom and look at myself in the mirror. The red satin and black lace make me look sexier than I ever have before. I feel my nipples harden as I roll up the stockings and attach them to the garter belt. Uncle has no idea what is waiting for him on this side of the door. I then proceed to find the song I want to play for this lap dance and strip tease. Candy Shop by 50 cent. It’s on a speaker in the bedroom but is quiet enough that the little boys can’t hear it over their movie. I press play and open the door. 

His jaw drops as I step out and sway my hips to the music. As soon as I get in front of him, the lyrics start and so do I. I drop straight down and pop back up. I swivel around and shake my ass in his face. I sway back around and shake my big tits in his face. He loves this and then I pay my pussy and back up. I start unclipping my stockings one clip at a time. One fell, then I stepped out of it. I did the other one to the same beat. Then I shake my ass at him a bit more. He had gotten extremely hard in his shorts. I grab his hands and put them on my hips. I smirk at him and whisper “take them off birthday boy”. He slips them off to reveal my fully shaven pussy but like he likes it. I push him back on the bed and straddle his waist as I grind on his lap. His member jumps slightly and I get off. I drop to my knees and release his cock. He immediately reacts to my touch. I suck his cock to the beat of the song. Down. Up. Lick the tip. He smirked at me and let me do my thing. He started taking my bra off tho. He really likes my perky D cup tits. With me completely undressed and him thoroughly turned on, he pulled me on his lap and proceeded to kiss me. I was attempting to sit on his cock, but he stopped me.

“You’re amazing. But, wanna know what this birthday boy wants?”

“What does uncle want besides being fucked?”

“I don’t want to fuck right now. I want to go to bed knowing my son got laid.”

It took me a minute but then I smiled.

“Do you think he’d go for that?” I ask as if I don’t already know.

“Look at you, you’re gorgeous, he’s a horny boy, yes. He’ll definitely go for it. Go seduce him on the couch. I wanna watch.”

I nod and put the lingerie back on. Then slide on a hoodie and some shorts to hide my lingerie. I sneak out to the couch and see them all asleep. I carry the boys to bed one by one and then kiss Jace awake. He immediately kisses back and smiles at me.

“Wanna go fuck? Your dad knows I’m doing this.” I whisper in his ear.

He smirks and nods. We go down stairs and he lays on the bed while I strip.

“Holy… that’s some sexy lingerie.”

“Shut up and take it off of me!” I demand and he complies.

I am butt naked now and he is shirtless. I proceed to take off his pants and his cock springs up. It’s as beautiful as I remembered. I shove it in my mouth and prepare to deep throat it. Uncle didn’t teach me, but since Jace has a bit less girth, I bet I can do it.

I slide my mouth up and down and listen to his moans. As I go down as far as I can, I hear his breathing stop and as I came up he breathed out “oh fuck me…” so I did it again. He was not close to cumming at this point, so I knew we were finally gonna fuck.

“Eat my pussy” I say and flop on the bed.

He hungrily kneels before me and licks my slit. I was soaking wet already. He ate me out expertly and made me cum once. He used his magic tongue to slide in and out of my folds. He sucked my clit till my toes curled. He teased my pussy by lightly kissing my thighs. He makes me cum as he locks his mouth around my clit and sucked for his life. I jolted up as electricity shit through my body and saw my uncle watching us and playing with himself. This sent me even further over the edge and I fell backwards on the bed.

That’s when he got on top and prepared to fuck me. I had waited for this all day. He pressed the tip in. Then one more inch. And another. And finally, I opened up to swallow his length. I moaned loudly as he bottomed out. He knows how to use his cock better than his dad already. As he fucks me, he talks to me.

He said things like “how’s that feel little cousin?” and “‘mmm your pussy feels so good around my cock.”

His words turned me on a lot. I drowned most of it out tho because it’s hard to concentrate on words when you’re orgasming multiple times.

He sucked my tits as I reached my third orgasm. It felt like I was dying but it was mixed with pleasure. My body was on fire, my heart was pounding, I was sweating and shaking, but it all felt so amazing because of the orgasms. He looked concerned for me but he was so lost in the pleasure that he didn’t speak. My pussy convulsed around his cock sucking him further into me. This pushed him over the edge. He slowed down his movements and flooded my womb with his cum.

He kissed me and rolled to the side. “So… was that as good for you as it was for me?” He asks with a chuckle.

“It was amazing. Did you feel how many times I came?”

“More than one, that’s what I know haha.”

We lie there in silence holding hands as we catch our breaths.

“So… my dad knew this is what you were coming to do?” He asks out of nowhere.

“He suggested it yeah.”

“Does he want to have his way with you after me?”

“I don’t think so… and I’m too tired anyways. I only have enough energy to shower.”

“Me too.”

So we showered and fell asleep in each other’s arms. I didn’t tell him that uncle was watching us fuck earlier. I’m scared he’ll find that creepy but I liked it. A lot.

Roommate Took My Innocence Part 1

Introduction:

Being a virgin with a hot guy in the house is torture. Good thing virginity is only temporary. I glance at the clock. 11pm. He should be asleep now. I sneak out of my room and tiptoe to the kitchen. I open the fridge as quietly as possible and glance around. 

Applesauce, eggs, leftover mashed potatoes. Damn. This fridge is really empty. Guess I have to actually cook something.

I stand and back up into a rigid body right behind me. I gasp as his arms encircle my waist and pull my body tightly against his. I feel his breath on my neck. My legs squeeze together as I sense wetness between them. No. This can’t be happening. I don’t like this. My body shouldn’t like this.

Sometimes I lie to myself to protect myself. This is one of those times.

Truthfully I really like him but it’s so wrong to be with him. He’s a tenant renting a room from my parents. I’m just back from school for the summer. I want to kiss him again but my parents are home. What if they catch us. What will happen then? I was already so conflicted kissing him the first time. It felt so wrong but so right also.

“Someone’s hungry finally. I’ve been waiting to see you all night.” He whispers in my ear.

“I’ve been playing video games in my room.”

“And with other things. I heard what you were doing in there. The walls are very thin. Your fingers weren’t just on the controller now, were they?” 

My entire body is on fire. I want to just turn around and kiss him but I can’t. I feel his cock growing against my back. My underwear is growing wetter by the second. I feel his arms loosen around my waist but my hip is grabbed and I’m spun around to face him. His lips are inches away from mine. I’m too scared to make the first move. He senses this and starts to massage my body.

His hands slide up and rub my shoulders, then slide down my back, lower back, and eventually reach my bum. I feel him change the pressure as he grinds our bodies together. I moan as his finger clumsily slips between my thighs and brushes against my sacred spot. Being a virgin with a hot guy in the house is torture. Especially when he can’t take me home since we both live with my parents.

“Do you not want to kiss me?” He whispers as he stares into my eyes.

I rest my forehead on his shoulder as I catch my breath and start to kiss his exposed neck. He likes that I do this and enjoys the moment as I kiss up to his mouth. I plant a kiss on his lips and he immediately responds by softly playing with my tongue with his. I wrap my arms around his neck as we make out. He plays with my ass and grinds into me as we kiss. He then picks me up and sets me on the opposite counter. He lifts my top up and sucks on my breasts. My nipples are sucked into his mouth and are toyed with by his teeth. I brace myself on the counter and throw my head back in pleasure. My right hand greedily rubs my pussy quickly over my pants. I want pressure there immediately. He pulls away for a moment and then we hear shuffling of feet happening down the hall. I fix my shirt and grab a water bottle that’s laying next to me. He rushes around the counter and hides by the fridge while I unscrew the top.

My mom pops into view and she looks into the kitchen, sees me, and smiles.

“I thought I heard someone out here. You should get some sleep honey. I’m just up for a smoke.”

“Alright mom. I’ll get some sleep. You do too.”

Then my mom walks out the front door and closes the door. I hear him go to his room and shut the door. I hop off the counter and shuffle to my room. I lay down and hear him playing next door. I join in to the sounds of his quiet grunts. I pull my pants off and we play together. He cums before I do. I still play for another thirty minutes just enjoying the pleasure ripples. That was soon interrupted by the opening of my door.

On instinct, I assume it’s my mom and roll to my belly and pretend to be asleep. The door closes and I continue to lay there just in case she comes back. Oh boy was I wrong about that being my mom.

Seconds later, I feel hands on my thighs. One of my thighs was pushed up and opened my pussy wider. A face was buried into my pussy. I gripped the sheets and put my face to my pillows. I continue to expertly get eaten out by him. He makes me cum twice and then I collapse from exhaustion. He climbs up the bed and spoons me. I can tell he’s shirtless now and only wearing his tight, tight boxer briefs.

“Oh babe… you are amazing and oh so naughty… you know my parents are literally five feet away.” I whisper.

“Oh I know. That’s what makes it so hot. Remember the first time when I snuck in and I rubbed my cock on your clit? Then used the precum to slip my tip in you. You were so close to not being a virgin anymore… mmm so close.” He whispered back as he played with my clit and nipples.

“I want that again. But not right now. I’m too spent.”

“Then just kiss me and hold me for a while.” He said as he kissed my neck.

I flip around and face him. We have a steamy make out session and I end up on top of him, grinding our bits together. He has got his dick out and has been rubbing it along my slit. He’s tried so hard to recreate what we did the first time but I’m too scared to let him put his tip in. I would be too tempted to slide all the way down it.

At about 2am I give up and know that I need his tip. I lay on my back and say “just the tip” to him and he immediately responds. He strokes his cock to awaken it to its full potential and then rubs the tip across my clit. I gasp and he then slides it down my slit. He presses into me slightly but not enough to push past my hole. He then presses again and gets the tip in. I cover my mouth as I then moan out in pleasure. He then proceeds to fuck me from my hole to my hymen barrier. I get lost in ecstasy and then he quickly pulls out, says “mom” and then covers me with a blanket and rolls to the floor and covers himself with a blanket in the corner.

“See Justin, they aren’t fucking in here. She’s just restless and keeps moving. She’s probably having a bad dream… give her a break. Just put in some ear plugs like I do for your snoring.” They walk away and settle into their room.

I toss the blanket off and he’s back between my legs in a second. He’s grabbed a towel from my laundry basket and positions it under my hips.

“It’s for the mess I’m going to make.” He whispers.

I nod and he presses himself back into me. He reaches the hymen and continues his shallow and slow fucking. His massive cock is still hanging outside of my hole and I want more inside of me. As he speeds up with more passion I feel my orgasm building. I look at him and say “when I cum, push past my hymen. Then I won’t feel it.” He stares at me in disbelief. “Take my fucking virginity you idiot!” I whisper-scream at him.

He doesn’t hesitate as he hears these words. His speed stays constant and the friction builds making me go over the edge. We connect eyes and I mentally scream “Now!”. He gets the message and then presses deeply into me as my body contracts in an orgasm. I feel slight pain inside but the orgasm feels so amazing that I don’t even notice. I also don’t notice when he cums inside of me.

He rolls off of me and we lay there staring into each other’s eyes while catching our breath. Wow. That was great… painful, but the orgasm overshadowed the pain.

“So… how do you feel?” He finally asks.

“Amazing. A bit uncomfortable… but that’s normal right?”

“I don’t know… I’m not a girl.”

“I can’t believe you came in me…”

“I wasn’t prepared. It was spur of the moment. We’ll get you plan B in the morning.”

“Okay. Sounds like a great plan.”

It was not a great plan…

Babysitting For My Uncle Part 2

Introduction:

Being caught made me feel guilty, but then the person who caught us made me feel even better than my uncle did.If you haven’t already read part 1, please go back and read it. The second part will make more sense if you read the first one before this one.

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“Surprise…” my uncle and I hear from the door. I cover myself quickly and look at the door. I knew that quiet voice as my cousin’s who was currently in college. Well now I knew he was home as he stood in the door frame with a few bags in his hands.

His facial expression was unreadable. I didn’t know if he was surprised, scared, turned on, or calm. That scared me more than anything. I didn’t want this secret to leave the room. I could feel tears slowly emerging from my eyes.

I hear my uncle get off the bed and put on his boxers. He walks over to his son and ushers him out of the room. He looks back at me and tells me to clean up and then come to the kitchen. I nod and he closes the door.

I cry for a few minutes because of the fear and guilt I felt about today’s events. When I calm myself down I walk into the connected bathroom and see myself in the mirror. I look closely and notice my cheeks are rosy and my face is flushed. I’m glowing and I look different. I look more mature. I look down at my body and notice my curves in a whole new way. I look sexy to myself for the first time. I smile and wipe away the tears.

I stare at my reflection and run my hands over my body. My breasts are huge, round, and perky. My big and pale areolas surround my tiny, hard nipples. My stomach is smooth and has a cute and tiny pooch at the bottom. My thighs are thick and my honey pot in between my thighs is still soaking wet. My fingers trail into my panties and slide through my folds. I let out a small inaudible moan. I close my eyes and remember the way it felt to have my uncle’s eyes on my almost naked body. My body feels electric as I finger myself and pinch one of my nipples. I hear the bedroom door open and I open my eyes to see who’s in the next room. My uncle is smirking as his eyes follow my hand in the mirror.

“You’re so naughty. I told you to clean up, not get messy again. Were you thinking about getting caught?” He asks as he strides over to me.

My smile fades as I remember being caught. He looks concerned and holds me from behind. He nestles his face into my neck and kisses all over my shoulder. I enjoy the feeling so much but I shrug away. I grab a washcloth next to the sink and wet it. I wipe away his cum and then drop my panties. I toss them into his laundry pile and start to clean my pussy up. I toss the damp rag into the pile also and push past him to get to the bedroom. I grab my dress from the bed and slide it over my head. I fix my hair and walk out of his room and into the living room. I grab my phone and slip my shoes on. My cousin comes running from the kitchen to try to talk to me but I block his voice out and walk home.

On the walk home I keep replaying everything that happened. Being caught was not okay, but it did make me turned on. My secret was now in his hands and I had no say in if it came out anymore. It was dangerous and that’s the most fucked up thing I have ever thought.

I stop at my front door and hesitate to turn the knob. My mom was on the other side and she would probably bombard me with questions. My brother is away at college for now so I don’t have to worry about him. I take a deep breath and open the door. I step into the house and notice all the lights are off. Mom is not here. I make myself a quick sandwich and take it upstairs. As I eat on my bed I notice myself get tired. My arms feel heavier and my eyes keep closing. When my body feels too tired to stay awake I place my plate on my side table, glance at my clock that says 7:00, and lay my head on my pillows. I slip into a very deep sleep and have some very naughty dreams that night.

I awake slowly around 5 in the morning and groan as the sun isn’t even up. I lift myself off the bed and go take a shower. Every time my hand touches a place that uncle had placed his hands, I get more turned on. I get so horny that I need to relieve myself. I take the shower head down and lean against the wall. I face the head at my clit and fall into ecstasy. My fingers are on a mission and the warm shower water feels amazing. It takes less than five minutes for me to orgasm. My fingers dip inside and rub and tease my clit. I encircle my nub with two fingers and the water hits the most sensitive part of my pussy. My eyes roll into the back of my head and my body convulses as pleasure takes over. I take a moment to recover, place the shower head back up, and rinse off before turning off the water. I step out of the shower and wrap the towel around my soaking wet body. I scamper into my room and shut the door. I step into my closet and search for something to wear. It’s the middle of march so I grab a jean skirt, some boy shorts, one of my cute bras, and a long sleeve v-neck. I glance back at my clock and realize it’s 6 now. I took a very long shower on accident. I throw on my clothes and put my hair into a bun for me to do later. I walk downstairs and hear two voices. Maybe mom brought someone home. I round the corner into the kitchen and as soon as the voice registers with me, it’s too late. My cousin is sitting at the breakfast nook with my mom drinking coffee.

“Hey love-bug. Look who’s here! Grab a cup of coffee and join us.” My mom greets me.

I nod and quietly make myself a cup of coffee. It’s more so cream and sugar with a splash of coffee, but who cares. I look at my outfit choice as I stir and realize that there’s not much left to the imagination. I glance over at my cousin and try to block out my dream from last night. Some dirty things went down with him. I grab my coffee and sit down with them.

“So honey, how was babysitting yesterday?” My mom asked.

“Weird.” I said.

“Yeah, it has been a while since you’ve babysat.” My mom says and I’m glad she didn’t question further.

My cousin winks at me and I sink in my chair and sip on my coffee. They talk and I just listen. He’s been up to a lot at college. Studying, partying, girls. The whole lot. My mom surprises him with one question in particular.

“Are you with someone right now?”

He blushes and says “no, but I’ve got my eye on someone.” I roll my eyes and think how much of a player he is… that is until I feel his hand on my thigh a few seconds later. “What about you?” He asks me.

“I… uh… I don’t know. I’m happy being single.” I say and take a sip.

I excuse myself and go back to my room. I get angry at the feeling of his hand on my thigh and throw off my skirt. I stomp on it and kick it into my closet. I pull out some pajama pants and slip into those. I instantly feel more comfortable. I flop onto my bed and grab my phone. I start scrolling through my notifications. I got a text from my uncle inviting me to his birthday party. That must be why my cousin is here. I text him a flirty winky face and said of course I’ll be there.

There is a knock at my door and before I can say “go away”, my cousin walks in.

“I could have been naked you know?” I retort.

“Like I haven’t already seen that.” He says and closes the door. He locks it and I immediately move to the top corner of my bed. He giggles and sits down. “I just wanted to talk privately about what I walked in on yesterday.”

“What did you walk in on? I don’t know what you mean…” I say trying to dismiss the event.

“It’s alright. I’m not going to tell a living soul. I saw how you immediately felt regret when I walked in. If I hadn’t walked in, would you still regret it?”

“No…” I reply sheepishly.

“Then don’t regret it. Pretend I never walked in or saw you completely naked in my dad’s bed. Just forget I even exist.”

“I don’t want to forget you.” I blurt out.

“Don’t wanna forget me at all or forget me walking in?”

“Both…” I say and hide my face.

My heart rate is speeding up. I know he’s judging me for being an incest addict. What if he doesn’t want me to remember? Did I just ruin our friendship?

I feel his hands touch me. One holding my wrist, the other on my face. His lips touch my forehead and I move my hands away. I stare into his deep blue eyes and feel all my worries melt away. He kisses my nose and then starts to move down to my lips. He waits for me to push him away and when that doesn’t happen, he closes the distance between our lips and kisses me softly and sweetly. I put my arms around his neck and pull him down with me. As he hovers above me, kissing me, I feel his hands move to my hips. He pulls my lower half up to meet his and he grinds into me. I gasp and stare into his eyes I smile at him and then kiss him again. We make out with passion but his grinding slows. I feel his cock in his pants and all I want to do is see it. I pull away and tell him to switch spots. He lays on the bed and I get on top of him. I sit and slowly grind against him. I go to take my shirt off but I hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

I cover his mouth and hop off of him. I fix my clothes, unlock and open the door. My mom reaches the top of the steps and asks for a hug as she’s on her way to work. I hug her and she waves to my cousin who is still laying on the bed then she leaves for work.

I hear her car drive off and I know it’s safe to continue. I close the door and lock it for safe measure. I strut over to him while slowly taking off my clothes. First my top goes, then my pants. My cousin stops me before I unhook my bra. He sits up and pulls me onto his lap. He starts grinding my hips into him and he kisses my chest. He unlatches my bra and slowly reveals my breasts. I feel his cock jump under me as my nipples come into view. His mouth sucks my nipples in one at a time. I moan at the amazing feeling. He picks me up and lays me down on the bed. He leaves kisses all the way down my body as he nears my dripping wet pussy. I grab his chin before he reaches and I make him look at me.

“No no no. Shirt and pants come off before my panties do.” I tell him and he happily obliges.

His shirt comes off and just like his dad, he has an amazing chest. Defined pecks, tiny nipples, perfect six-pack. The only thing that was different was that my cousin had this enticing v line that lead right to his…mmmmm!

That was enough to push me off the ledge. I sit up, push him against my desk, and pull down his boxers. I have no idea what I am supposed to do, but nature takes over and his perfectly shaped cock slips into my mouth. He gasps and falls back a bit more. He supports himself with his arms and stares down at me. I feel one of his hands touch my head. I was scared that he was going to face-fuck me but he didn’t. He helps push my hair out of the way and he caresses my face. He pulls my mouth off of his cock and mades me look at him. I smile as I continue massaging him in my hand.

“I’m gonna burst if you continue.” He chokes out.

I drop my hands and he steps out of his boxers. He leads me back to the bed and sits me on the edge. He kisses me and then pushes me all the way back. He looks at me for permission and I nod. He hooks his fingers in the band of my panties and slides them off. I lay there completely exposed to him as he gets to his knees and flops my legs over his shoulders. He teases me first by kissing the inside of my thighs. This causes me to grip the sheets underneath me. I focus on breathing and he continues kissing everywhere down there except for where I need his mouth. I let out a frustrated groan and put my hand on his head. I try to force his head to my clit, but he is stronger than me and continues to avoid it. He smirks at me and I can see all of my juices dripping from his chin. He goes back to licking and I gasp and grip his hair tighter. Three more licks and then his tongue makes contact with my clit. I gasp so loud I have to cover my mouth and my legs start shaking. I can feel my legs tightening around his head and I feel so bad because I can’t help it. I shakily say “I’m ssssssso ssssssorry. I can’ttttt…!” I start making a lot of noise again and new places start shaking. I cover my mouth again and feel tears start forming from the intensity. I cry out “Fuuuuuuuck I’m comingggggg!” And grip his hair. My knees clamp around his head, my legs go straight, my toes curl, and my back arches off of the bed. Pleasure pulses through my body and when the waves stop, I collapse on the bed. I go weak and my head rolls to the side. My cousin crawls into bed with me and I notice he isn’t hard anymore.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask.

“No” he laughs. “Your orgasm was so intense it made me orgasm too. I came in your panties. I hope that’s okay.” He says and pushes my hair out of the way.

I nod and cuddle him. We lay there in silence for a while. When I regain my strength, I sit up and put on his t shirt. He chuckles and puts his boxers back on. I grab a clean pair of panties on my way downstairs and he follows me. We end up in the kitchen and I grab the ingredients for chocolate chip pancakes. He wraps his arms around my waist and turns me around. He kisses me deeply and slides his hands under my shirt. His fingers trail my back and ass as we make out. I want it to continue but I am hungry. I push him away and turn to mix the ingredients. His height and strength gave him the ability to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder. I kick and yell at him to put me down but he won’t. He threw me on the couch and pinned me down.

“I’ll make breakfast. Just kiss me for a few minutes.” He says.

I pull him in to kiss and then lick his face. He pulls away laughing.

“Make me my damn breakfast and then you can kiss me!” I jokingly retort.

He goes to the kitchen and makes breakfast while I lay on the couch and watch a bit of tv. Eventually he walks out to the living room holding two plates of pancakes. He hands one to me and then sits down where my feet aren’t. I lay my legs across his lap and we both eat our breakfast. I finish first because I’m a hungry little girl. I set my plate down and straddle his lap.

“I’m better now!” I say and he smiles. He sets his plate down and kisses me. We kiss until we need to pull away for air. “Thanks for breakfast cousin!”

“Anything for you my little nympho.”

I hop off his lap and trot up to my room where I left my phone. I have a few missed calls and some texts from my uncle. I quickly call him back thinking it’s an emergency for the kids but it turns out it’s for him.

“Uncle, what’s wrong with the kids? Do you need me to babysit?” I ask quickly.

“No no no sweetie. Did you get the picture I sent you?”

I put him on speaker and go to my texts.

“OH MY GOD!” I say and almost drop the phone. “Uncle, that’s so naughty. What if my mom looked through my phone?”

“Oh, sorry my bad.”

“I like it a lot tho. All I can imagine in my head is you watching me masturbate now.”

“Well we can do that again if you want… you can come to “babysit” and stay the night.”

“I’ll think about it… I’ll talk to you later.”

He hung up and I went back to looking at his nude. My hands slipped into my panties and I was already wet again. I look at my door frame and see my cousin watching me. I take my hand out and walk over to him. I throw my arms around his neck and hug him tight.

“Your dad wants me to come over for a sleepover.” I whisper into his ear.

“Mmm, I just want you all to myself.” He complains.

“I know, but he teaches me things I never knew existed. I didn’t know I could cum as hard as I did. You made me cum harder, but he was the one who first made me.”

“Okay. Go have some fun with him, but you have to show me the new tricks he teaches you. And please don’t tell him about us.”

“Yes sir. My lips are sealed!” I say and kiss him again. I start to walk away, but then I turn and ask him “would you like to watch us?”

“Yes. Can I?” He asks eagerly.

“Duh, that’s why I asked.” I say and go to pack a bag.

My cousin sits on my bed and watches me pack. I throw in thongs, bras, and a few skimpy outfits. I also pull out my fancy night gown and stockings. I figured I could surprise my uncle with a birthday blowjob. I put in a few more essentials and zip it up. I lay down with my cousin and trace my fingers on his chest.

“You made me feel so good while you ate me out. How’d you learn how to do that?”

“I just looked it up one day. I found a bunch of guides written by women on how to pleasure them. It’s all biology and psychology.”

“I love how smart you are. Have you made other girls cum like I did?”

“No… you are the first girl I’ve eaten out. I’ve never felt comfortable enough to do it before.”

“So, does that make you a virgin?”

“No. I’ve still had sex. Luckily college girls don’t care too much about getting eaten out when they’re buzzed.”

“Oh.” I say slightly disappointed that he’s way more experienced than me.

“So, are we going back to my house?” He asks and sits up.

“I guess. I still have to get dressed.” 

He goes to my closet and picks through my clothes. He pulls out a floral dress and my converse. The dress exposes more than half my back and I always feel awkward wearing it. Maybe today will be different. I toss his shirt at him and slip into my dress. I pull on my shoes and grab my bag.

“I’m ready.” I say very nervous for how I’m going to feel being with my uncle again. I just want to be in my cousins arms forever. I feel so safe and loved and horny with him. With my uncle I feel nervous and embarrassed, but sexy. I just wish I could find someone who made me feel all of that at once. But I guess I’ll only get that in my dreams.

Babysitting for my Uncle

Introduction:

My uncle seduced me into masturbating with him but we never could have accounted for what happened after…I used to babysit for my uncle a lot. He would have me come over after school and watch his two kids while he went to work. I would feed them, change the little one’s diapers, bathe them, and make sure they were asleep at night. He got home around 10 and pay me. He would usually just take me home after that, but one night that all changed.

He told me to come over on a Saturday because he got called in. I walked over to his house and started to take care of the kids while he got ready. The kids were fed and happily playing with toys or watching tv. That’s when my uncle had called me into his room.

He was freshly showered and was only in a towel. I took a moment to admire his body. His chest was smooth, perfect little nipples, gorgeous six-pack, and wondrous pecks. He asked if I would climb under his bed and pull out his fancy leather shoes because his back was hurting.

He had a business meeting that day so his attire had changed from his normal uniform. I was impressed that a man in his 30’s could look as ripped as he did. I smiled and said I could get under his bed. Mind you, I was wearing a dress… a short one. My first mistake. I tried my best to keep my dress down, but failed miserably as I felt the cool air touch my butt cheeks. I spotted one of his shoes and pulled it out but I didn’t see the other. I slipped out from under his bed as my dress rose up to expose my whole underwear covered ass.

He asked where his other shoe was but I shrugged. I had no idea. He went to his closet and said he found it but wasn’t tall enough to reach. I saw a stool and brought it to him. He asked me to try and reach. I stood on the stool and reached for it while on my tippy toes. I got it down but my whole ass got exposed again. I felt a bit of warmth as his hands cupped my butt cheeks and then slid to my hips. He lifted me off the stool and watched as my dress fell to cover my crotch. He said thank you and asked me to leave his room. I went back to the kids but I felt a familiar wetness between my legs and a tingle I just couldn’t shake.

My uncle left for work, but not without giving me a hug that lasted a bit too long and his hands were definitely too low. I felt a finger in my very wet slit. My nipples turned hard and I got slightly more wet. He left quickly and left me alone with the kids.

I took care of them all day and put them down for a nap around 3. The kids were asleep and I still had a tingle between my legs. I wanted to get rid of it and the only way I knew how was to rub my pussy. So I did. I sat down on the couch, pulled out my phone, and pulled up some porn. I started watching it quietly and rubbed my pussy. This was my second mistake.

I was so lost in the ecstasy that I didn’t notice my uncle walk in. He had set down his brief case and kicked off his shoes. He started walking towards me but I heard the floor boards creak. I freaked out and shut off my phone and put my dress back down. I was bright red when I realized it was my uncle. I pleaded “please don’t fire me! I need this job. They’re all asleep. I didn’t know you were going to be home this early!”

He smirked and asked “do you always do this while they nap? You naughty naughty girl. Do you need help?” I am still in shock. I stare directly at him as I feel my pussy pulsate. “You naughty naughty girl. Do you need help?” He repeated. I didn’t know what to say because it felt so wrong but I needed to get off so badly.

“I…I can do this on my own.” I stuttered.

“I know you can, but I can make it feel better…” he retorted.

“how?” I asked. 

He took my hand and led me to his room. I stood in the corner very scared of what he was going to do. He opened his top drawer of his dresser and fumbled through it. He pulled out this smooth white and pink vibrator. He tossed the vibrator on the bed and said “you can use that if I can watch.”

My heart was beating so fast. I wanted to cum so badly. My panties were so wet I could feel a little dripping down my leg. He took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. I admired his chest and continued my shallow breathing. I needed it.

I nodded and sat on his bed. Panic set in and he could tell. “Have you ever used one?” He asked.

“No… I’m a virgin.” I answered. He snickered.

“Then this is perfect baby girl. Practice.”

He picked up the vibe, sat in front of me, and turned it on. I will never forget that humming. My nipples were hard and my pussy was wet and I needed release because I was starting to feel nauseous from anticipation. I grabbed it from his hand and looked at him. He spread my legs apart and guided the vibrator to my clit. The instant touch of the vibrator touching sent thrills through my body.

“Fuck!” I say and instantly cover my mouth.

I had never cussed before and I felt guilty. He peeled my hand away from my mouth and said “that just means this is exactly what you needed.” And he kissed my cheek. I slid down the bed slightly more and spread my legs wider. I slid my dress up so he could see better. He smiled and touched the inside of my thigh and rubbed it a bit. I could see his erection start to push against his pants. I blushed and giggled. He noticed my stare and laid back. He undid his buckle and slid his pants down a bit. He asked if I wanted to “set it free” and I said yes. I put the vibe down for a moment and knelt in front of him. I grabbed the waist band of his briefs and slid them down. They got stuck around the tip of his cock so I had to touch it. I yelped as my hand made contact. He thought it was cute. He gripped his dick and I laid back down. I grabbed the vibrator and put it on my clit. I got instantly hot and was trying to escape my dress. I got it over my head and realized I was not wearing a bra. My perky D cups presented themselves to him. He stared in disbelief. I dropped the vibe, covered them up, and turned around all in one swift movement. I landed on the vibrator and got shivers again. I rubbed my pussy on it and looked back at my uncle. He was watching my ass move on the vibe as he jacked himself off. I felt my body start convulsing knowing I was about to cum. I started cussing again trying to hold out as long as I could knowing he was enjoying this.

“I’m close…” I whisper to him.

He moves on the bed and I look back at him. His pants are off and he’s on his knees. He pulls the vibrator out from under me and flips me over. I stare up at him in surprise. I’m still covering my breasts but he grabs his cock and lays it in top of my mound. I feel the warmth above me and he starts rubbing his long length against my clit. I shiver and arch my back. I stare into his eyes and wrap my arms around his neck. I pull his hair lightly and he continues rubbing my clit. I feel myself getting close again and he senses it too. He looks me in the eyes and says “together.” I nod and hold on for dear life until I feel him twitch. I let myself cum and so does he. My body convulses and shakes as I have the most intense orgasm of my life. He shoots his cum on my body and stares deeply into my eyes. He leans down and kisses me. I push him away surprised. He looks sad and when I recover, I pull him back in for a deep kiss. That made him very happy. He rolled over so he could recuperate. That’s when we heard a very quiet voice belonging to my 18 year old cousin. “Surprise…” he says with a few bags in his hands. I cover myself and think what a big mistake I had just made. Or was it fate?

Me, My Daughter, and the Motel — Chapter I: A Dark and Stormy Night

Introduction:

When a snowstorm blankets the highways and halts traffic, Mitchell and his daughter take refuge in a motel to wait it out until daybreak. As the snow gets deeper, their desires get darker and begin to run amok.Traffic had begun to slow to a crawl as I made my way through the icy sheets falling from the sky. I stared out my dashboard window, intent on seeing what was in front of me. Unfortunately, I could hardly see past the blinding snow whirling around the car. It felt like I was flying the Millennium Falcon through hyperspace, and I knew it was every bit as dangerous.

Snow covered the road., camouflaging it in with the rest of the landscape. Fortunately, the shadows my headlamps cast in the ditches gave me at least some indication of where the edge of the road was. That, and this road was anything but unfamiliar. I’d driven it many times. Hell, in good weather I could probably almost do it blindfolded, I’d driven it so much the past several years.

There was a good set of winter tires underneath me, so that upped my advantage some. Still, one false move, or one misjudgment about where the centre of the road was, and I would end up in disaster. I persevered, though. I’d promised my daughter that, rain or shine, I’d come pick her up every other weekend. I wasn’t about to lose out on time with my daughter over a few glistening flakes.

Since I’d divorced her mother, I’d always been diligent on making the journey every two weeks. Honestly, I didn’t actually have to anymore. Sophie was an adult, having turned eighteen a few month ago. She could come and go as she pleased and there was no such thing as visitation rights anymore. But, we still kept up the habit since she was still in high school and living with her mother. It seemed like pittance, really – Sophie would only spend three days out of fourteen with me – so I made the most of it. She always expected me around the same time, but tonight I warned her I’d probably be a little late.

As it was, I only felt comfortable doing 40 or 50mph on the highway. The great Northwest was notorious for bad weather, but this severe system that Canada had sent our way wasn’t going down without a fight. So, deal I must.

I was already forty-five minutes late when I crested the hill and looked over at the town she had moved to with her mother. It usually only took ten minutes to get there from this point, but tonight was anyone’s guess. I let out a sigh of relief, glad to see the streetlamps, even if still a long ways off. A moment later, my cell phone started to ring. I looked down and saw it was my daughter calling. Reaching down to its perch in the cup holder, I half-blindly turned it on, setting it to speaker.

“Hey, Angel!” I answered, using the pet name I’ve had for her since she was a child.

Sophie’s voice flooded the otherwise silent car. “Hi, Daddy!” she replied. “Are you still on your way?”

“Yeah, I am,” I let her know. “I’m looking at town now.”

There was a slight pause. Her voice filled with astonishment. “Really? It’s so bad out there! I’m almost surprised you made it.”

“I wouldn’t miss a weekend with you for anything, Sophie,” I reassured her. “Not even a bit of snow.”

She scoffed. “A bit of snow? Dad, it’s a blizzard. A bad one, too!”

“It’s all good, Angel.”

We chatted briefly for another moment before I excused myself so that I could watch the road. Another fifteen minutes and pulled up in front of her mother’s house. Bracing myself for the blast of frosty air, I booked it toward the back door. Sophie was already there waiting for me as I brushed the snow from my clothes.

“Hi, Daddy!” she cheered, embracing me, not caring about the residual snowflakes adorning my jacket. “Glad you made it! How were the roads?”

“Awful,” I admitted frankly. “But, if you take them nice and slow, they’re doable. I just can’t believe the snow plows aren’t out yet.”

“About time you got here, Mitchell,” chimed in a voice from around the corner. I knew all too well whom it belonged to. Sophie’s mother entered the kitchen. “Not exactly your best time.”

I grimaced, breathing deeply to control my responses. If there was one thing I hated above almost all others, it was getting into it with my ex in front of my daughter. That wasn’t something I wanted her to see. She had seen enough of it when the two of us were still together. It was a calculated tactic, too. Sophie already didn’t get along well with her mother. Seeing her mother’s vindictive attitude toward me without a reaction on my end helped to solidify that animosity. Sophie could clearly see that I was trying to be the bigger person – although, I admit, perhaps my motives weren’t entirely admirable.

With concerted effort, I answered calmly, “Well…in case you haven’t noticed, there is a crap-ton of snow out there tonight.”

“And that’s an excuse how?” she shot back. “You’d think you would maybe left earlier so you could arrive on time.”

I really didn’t see how the woman didn’t realize just how “Yes, that would have been ideal. Unfortunately, I do have work responsibilities that I need to fulfill, and couldn’t get away early enough to make a difference.” “I’m here now, though.” I turned to Sophie before her mother could come up with some other smart remark. “Ready, Angel?”

She gestured to her suitcase in return. “All set!” Sophie turned and grabbed her coat and put on a pair of boots as I picked up her luggage. I caught her mother’s eyes and bid her farewell. She in turn only stood there with her arms folded. “We’ll see you Sunday evening,” I mentioned as I walked out the door.

Sophie said her goodbyes as well and a moment later we were out at the car. “Wow, there’s a lot of snow out here! It doesn’t look like this much inside,” she commented.

“Yeah, and the little bit of wind makes it all the worse to drive in,” I observed, feeling the strong breeze wash over my face. “It’s just below the freezing point, too, so it melts as soon as it hits the road, then freezes, making it icy and slippery.”

“I’m glad you’re the one driving,” Sophie laughed.

I chuckled in response, and put her bag in the back seat. We took our places in the front and we were off. As we left, I took one last glance at the house. My ex stood there in the living room window – sure enough, with her arms still folded defensively.

Before long, we were out on the highway again. In the thirty minutes between arriving on this stretch of road and now travelling on it in the opposite direction, it seemed to have gotten twice as bad. Snow stuck to every square inch, and I slowed down even more than I had on my initial journey. Sophie plugged in her iPod, and started off playing some music for us to enjoy as we drove. The musical distraction provided me some relief and I relaxed, even lessening my grip on the wheel.

“So, how’s school?” I asked my daughter. “Your senior year turning out to be everything you hoped it would be?”

“It’s ok,” she answered. “I hate English, but that’s nothing new.”

I raised an eyebrow, daring to take my eyes off the road and look in her direction. “But you do so well at it!” I insisted.

“Doesn’t mean I like it,” Sophie laughed. “It just means I’m really good at BSing my way through essays and making it sound coherent.”

I laughed. That pretty much sounded like any English class that I’d ever taken. “Partying hard?” I pressed.

She shot me a disbelieving look. “I can’t believe you’re actually encouraging that.”

“As long as you don’t party too hard, I see no problem with it,” I jokingly advised. “You’re an adult now. There’s not much I can do to discipline you if you want to explore your more adventurous side.”

I’d come to grips with my daughter turning 18. It was just one of those things. She was my only child, and I’d probably always be the protective father, but now it was time to let her spread her wings. Even I had to admit that my daughter was a beautiful girl. She was slender, wavy blonde hair, light brown eyes. I’d come to realize more and more every time I saw her that the time I was afraid for was at hand; suitors would be lining up to come knocking and I had to be ok with that – as long as they weren’t knocking her up.

Sophie muttered an agreeing response. “They’re ok, too. I don’t go out much,” she confessed. “I’ve got a lot of dancing rehearsals with the show coming up in a couple months.”

“Right! That makes sense.” We settled into a conversation about her exploits in dance while the snow danced and blew past us outside.

The night was dark. Hardly a vehicle was seen on the road. That was unusual, since this was a relatively well-travelled highway. Then again, this storm was sure to ground a number of travellers, whatever their business. The thought had begun to settle into my mind, too, but where to stop for the night was another question.

A chime rung out. Sophie dug into her purse and pulled out her phone. Opening the message, she announced, “It’s from Mom.” My focus was narrowed on the road, but I kept my ear open for any new information. My daughter made a slight growl. “She sent a link to a travel advisory. The police want people to stay off the road tonight and only travel if they have to.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I mumbled, though Sophie still heard me. She grimaced a smile sympathetically. “Do you think we should stop? We’re only an hour from home.”

“Mom’s worried.”

With a slight tone of sarcasm, I answered, “That doesn’t surprise me, either.”

“Dad,” she chided me gently.

“Well…it doesn’t,” I confirmed. I took a breath and sighed. “But…I’ve kind of been thinking about it. It’s really getting bad out here. The fastest I’ve been going is forty.”

Sophie sighed quietly. “So we’re more than an hour away.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I huffed softly. I’d been thinking in terms of just miles. My daughter was right. It was certainly going to take longer at this rate. “Maybe more like an hour and a half or two if this crap keeps up.”

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s letting up any time soon. At least that’s what this weather report says,” she relayed, scrolling through her phone again. “Apparently the plows are out, but this highway isn’t the highest on their list. But they say it’ll probably be done by morning.”

I nodded. The thought of stopping for the night when we could conceivably make it wasn’t appealing, but whenever I’d let my pride rule my life before, it didn’t always turn out well. “Yeah, we should stop,” I surrendered. I looked over. My daughter’s face seemed to relax a little and an appreciative smile spread across her lips. I could tell she was just as uncomfortable being a passenger on these roads as I was being a driver. “We’ll see what’s in the next town, ok?”

“Ok,” she agreed.

Another few miles and a small farming town came into view. It was a place I usually just zoomed past without a second thought. I knew there was a small roadside cafe, but that was it. The place didn’t even have a gas station that I knew of. I was about to drive on to the next town when Sophie noticed a motel just up one of the roads. I thought it was a relatively inconvenient spot, or at least not particularly ideal for getting business, but I was just glad she’d seen it.

We pulled up to the office. I got out and faced the weather. It was getting noticeably worse. There was more snow, more wind, and the temperature was dropping. I ran inside, the bells on the door chiming my arrival. The office was at least well-kept, so that was encouraging.

A slender, middle-aged man soon walked up from the living quarters behind. “Good evening, sir!” he greeted me. “Ducking out of the storm, too, are you?”

I laughed. “Yeah, what was your first clue?”

He smirked in reply and started getting out the necessary items for “It’s pretty bad out there,” he chuckled. I was just reading the weather report and it doesn’t surprise me that we’ve pretty much got a full house tonight.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I was going to try and make it, but it’s just not letting up. Guess I’m not the only one with the same idea.”

“Mm-hm… In fact…with you, it is a full house,” he frowned, looking over his system. “Looks like I’ve only got one more room available.”

“Well, as long as it’s warm, I’ll take it,” I chuckled again.

“Sounds good,” he laughed lightly. “Can I get your name?”

“Mitchell,” I told him.

“Alright,” he said, recording the information on the computer. “It’s got one queen bed, and as for being warm, it’s adequate, but the thermostat doesn’t work well in that room. The part came in the other day, but I haven’t had a chance to replace it yet. You can crank it as high as you want, but it only keeps the room about 60 or 65, 70 if it’s having a good day. That’s why it’s our room of last resort.”

I considered it for a moment, but realized I didn’t have much of a choice. My hesitation must have been plainly visible. The owner lowered his face a bit.

“Will that be ok? I’ve discounted the room because of it.”

One other detail suddenly struck me. “Only one queen, you said?”

“Yes, that’s right,” he nodded.

I scowled a bit. “No other place in town, huh?”

He shook his head. “No. Sorry, sir. The closest places are thirty-five miles east, or twenty-five if you’re going west.”

“Yeah, we just came from the west,” I grumbled. Options were severely limited, and I knew that Sophie wouldn’t want to travel any more tonight if we could help it. In the end, I relented. “Alright, one queen it is.”

“I take it there are two of you?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Alright, well for the inconvenience of both the heater and the bed, I’ll take it down a bit more. How’s that?”

I agreed. We struck a very reasonable price, and I paid and received the key before returning to the car. My daughter was playing and tapping away on her phone when I opened the door and sat down. “Well…we’ve got a room.” She looked at me skeptically, noting the unsteadiness of my voice. “Couple things, though. First, there’s only one bed. Second, the heater works, but not well.”

“Well, it’s going to be better than sleeping out there,” she insisted, pointing out the window. I chuckled an agreement and pulled up in front of our room. Carrying Sophie’s luggage inside, my daughter followed me into our small abode for the night just as the ‘no’ light up on the motel sign to indicate all the rooms were booked.

Inside, it was clean and comfortable. It wasn’t a five-star hotel, to be sure, but the room was certainly far from dingy or run-down. It had the amenities that were necessary: a TV, the broken heater, a small kitchenette in the back corner beside the bathroom, and there, in the centre of the room, was the queen bed.

I put the suitcase down on the floor beside it. “Well, let’s make ourselves at home, I guess,” I said, closing the door and taking off my shoes, then turning on the heater for all it was worth.

Sophie joined me. Moments later, she took her toiletries bag and some comfier clothes into the bathroom. I sat on the bed and turned on the TV. Beside me, in my daughter’s purse, her phone chimed again. I raised an eyebrow and looked toward the bathroom door. She was in there, doing whatever, so I decided to be the nosy dad and check what was happening in the device.

I soon met with disappointment. I shouldn’t have been surprised. The phone was locked with a password, but the home screed showed that her friend, Grace, had texted. They’d been friends since childhood, and had both been devastated when Sophie went to live with her mother over a hundred miles away.

Every weekend I had my daughter, the pair usually did something together. Often, it was for almost the entire weekend as they regularly had sleepovers. Try as I might to spend time with her as her father, over the years, more and more of Sophie’s time was spent with Grace. I tried hard not to be too jealous. I realized friends were also important – though, at times, it did seem like my daughter was slipping away. It looked like another weekend where I might not see Sophie as much as I was hoping.

I slipped Sophie’s phone back into her purse and closed it. A few minutes later, Sophie walked out, ready for bed. She wore a pair of pyjama pants, complimented with a shirt she’d had for about five or six years – and looked about just as many sizes too small. A considerable ring of midriff peeked out from between my daughter’s pants and shirt, showing a few inches of her strong, tight tummy. I swear, I could have bounced a quarter off her abs if she were lying down.

It was the gripping nature of her white shirt that really got me, though. Her full, C-sized teenage breasts were as good as exposed. It was unmistakably evident that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. They bounced as she walked with that slight jiggle that only a youthful body can produce. Cleavage smiled above her neck line, an inviting chasm for my eyes to get lost in. Her nipples, sensitive to the cool air in the room, were poking straight through the fabric.

For whatever reason, I found myself caught up, staring at Sophie’s provocative skin and accentuated breasts. She had a delicious figure, one that every guy hopes to have as a conquest. Then, I realized what I was doing, and gave my head a shake and looked away before she noticed. Sitting up, I announced that I was going to get ready for bed myself. “Can I borrow your toothpaste, Angel?” I asked her.

She looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Do you have a toothbrush?”

“No, but I’m just going to gargle a little with water like mouthwash,” I explained, and she congenially agreed.

In the bathroom, I gave myself a long, hard look. I stared deeply into my own eyes, wondering just what the hell had possessed me to look at my daughter with lustful eyes like that exactly. She was a beautiful girl. This I knew. But, she was also my daughter. Maturing though she was, this was the most illicit thought I’d ever had about her. I certainly didn’t want any more.

I shook my head again, attributing my brief lack of self-control to not having had a woman with me for over two years now. I’d been divorced nearly eight, and I’d had a few relationships, but nothing recent. My work was my life, and often took over it. That was another reason I looked forward to these weekends: I scheduled nothing job-related on them so that I could actually relax and enjoy the time with my daughter, giving her my full attention.

I quickly got ready for bed and walked out the door. Sophie was already comfortable in the bed, slid over to one side. I smiled. “You can have the bed, Angel,” I permitted. This had actually been my plan all along. Now, with the lustful thought from seeing her midriff still burning in my head, I wanted to keep away from her. If we were in close proximity, there was no telling what other temptations might infiltrate and take root.

Sophie frowned. “Are you sure, Daddy?” she inquired directly. “There’s lots of room for both of us.”

“Yeah,” I answered quickly, walking to the closet. Fortunately, there were some extra blankets and I pulled out a couple for myself. “I’ll just sleep on the floor. I’ll be alright.”

My daughter shrugged as I set up an area to sleep on. “I tried turning up the heat all the way,” she announced, “but it’s still just blowing cold air.”

“Yeah, the guy said that’s what happens,” I confirmed while arranging the blankets to give me a little cushion on the floor. “He said he has the part to fix it, just hasn’t done it yet.”

“Oh.”

With nothing more to really do, we decided that it was best to get some sleep so we could set out early in the morning. I shut off the TV. Sophie took care of the lights and curled up in her blankets. She was looking at me in the dark room, and I felt a little self-conscious since I needed to undress a little.

“Turn around,” I admonished her gently. “I need to get ready for bed, too, and I don’t have something to really sleep in like you do.”

“Oh, right,” she giggled, rolling over. “Sorry, Dad. I won’t look.”

I removed my pants, socks and shirt, reducing myself to only my undershirt and boxers, and laid down on the floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable location I’d ever slept in – I didn’t think this carpet even had underlay beneath it – but I made do.

“Goodnight, Dad,” came Sophie’s voice from over the bed.

“Goodnight, Angel,” I answered her.

After what seemed like forever, my thoughts had just begun to drift away when Sophie’s voice interrupted my rest. “Daddy?” she asked quietly. “Are you still awake?”

I snorted a little as I drew in a breath to reply. “Barely,” I answered.

“Sorry,” she giggled softly. “I was just wondering…are you really ok there on the floor?”

I opened up my eyes. My daughter was staring at me over the edge of the bed. Her curly, blonde hair fell like an inviting canopy of vines from overhead. I couldn’t quite see her eyes in the darkness, but from what I could make out, I knew they were looking at me imploringly. I had no doubt that she wore that pouty smile that she always did when she was trying to butter me up before asking for something.

“It’s alright. It’ll be ok for the night,” I confirmed, slowly shutting my eyes again.

“Because I’m kinda cold.”

My eyes darted open again. I looked up at her. “Do you want me to get you another blanket?”

“No…” she whispered.

In my chest, my heart skipped a beat, and made up for it with the next one. I swear the thud was loud enough to be heard in the next room. “Do you want me to tinker with the heater to see if I can get it to work?”

“No…” she whispered again.

I was stuck. I figured I knew what she wanted, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it – least of all without hearing it explicitly from her mouth. I wasn’t going to assume. Plus, I was certainly dressed compromisingly. Combine that with the thoughts that had permeated my head earlier, and I knew that it had a potential to be a paternal disaster.

Nevertheless, the primal beast inside me began to growl. I knew exactly what it wanted, and I had to keep it chained and locked away.

“Can you come cuddle me, Daddy? At least until I fall asleep?” Sophie pleaded sweetly.

Now, it was smiling mockingly at me.

“Sophie…” I tried to deter her, desperate to deter her. “I’m in only my underwear, Angel. That’s not exactly appropriate.”

She took a second to respond. “I know, but it’s just this one night. And it’s cold,” she reasoned. “We can make an exception. Right?”

“I…” I could feel my resistance slipping away. “I guess…”

I could see her smile, even in the black room. She pulled away from the edge, as if inviting me into the bed with her. I sat up, rubbing my face, admonishing myself to keep level-headed and calm. This was only to keep her warm. She wasn’t some woman that I was trying to woo. My desires had to be kept in check.

And yet, I wondered if my manly instincts would obey.

Climbing beneath the covers, I slid up beside my daughter. Sophie was facing the window, so I fitted myself behind her, becoming the big spoon. She lifted her head so that I could get one arm beneath her neck, and I brought my hand to her shoulder. My other arm wrapped around her abdomen. I could feel her skin. Her shirt seemed to rise higher than when I’d seen it. I squeezed my eyes, fighting hard to avoid any unbecoming thoughts from bubbling to the surface.

With a deep breath, I hugged my daughter against my chest. She relaxed, holding my arm around her shoulders. I knew she was smiling. Despite it being my daughter, and knowing that I probably shouldn’t be enjoying this, it honestly felt good to have a woman’s softness in my arms again.

“Mm…you’re so warm, Daddy,” she murmured gratefully. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Angel,” I answered with trepidation. “Just…don’t tell anyone about this, ok?”

“I won’t,” she agreed quietly.

I cleared my throat a bit. “As far as anyone else knows, I slept on the floor,” I insisted. “Ok?”

My daughter turned her head to look at me. Damn, she was beautiful – and here in my arms! I felt a warm rush flood my veins. I knew where my physical senses were heading. I mentally cut them off, thwarting anything more.

Sophie studied me. “What are you afraid of, Dad?” she asked.

I grinned lopsidedly. “Some people would question whether it’s…proper.”

Her shoulders fell. She returned my expression with a similar one. “I know.” 

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“I know.”

I rested my forehead on the side of her head. “Let’s just go to sleep, ok?” I quietly suggested in her ear.

Sophie nestled into my arms a bit more snugly. “Ok, Daddy…”

My emotions were smouldering. Like a pile of embers, the coals of lust burned deeply within, threatening to burst into flames should any more fuel be added. For the moment, I had my desire locked down. I could contain it. As long as nothing more happened, I could maintain control.

For a long time, we laid there together – father and daughter, probably far closer physically than advisable. I was just beginning to think I could relax, fall asleep, forget about this compromising moment and never mention it again, when Sophie moved. She adjusted her legs, pushing her perfect, succulent little bum against my groin.

That did it.

My eyes shot open. Blood surged into my manly digit, filling it, growing it to its full seven inches. There was no stopping things now. My erection grew involuntarily, no matter how much I tried to force down the urge to mate. My breathing was shaky as I looked at my daughter resting comfortably beside me. I could only hope and pray that she was sound asleep.

Then she took a deep breath. A smile crept across her face as she turned her head in my direction. “Dad…” she giggled quietly, “…what’s that?”

Feigning ignorance, I answered, “What’s what?”

She pushed her round, teenage butt against me again. There was no way she didn’t feel the hardness between my legs. I knew I was caught.

“That,” she identified.

“Um…” I choked softly, trying to come up with an excuse. I failed. “I’m…I’m sorry, Angel.”

Slowly, Sophie turned over to look at me in the eye. She was still smirking. “Is that because of me?”

“No, it’s because of me,” I grumbled in frustration.

Sophie raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I…I haven’t been with a woman in over two years, Sophie. It’s kind of taking its toll,” I admitted. “And then…when you invited me into bed…” I stuttered, looking desperately for an exit. “Damn it, I was worried about this happening. Sophie, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”

I started to pull away, but my daughter wasn’t having it. She grabbed my body and moved right along with me, not letting me escape. I stopped struggling, trying to figure out why exactly she would persist.

“It’s ok, Dad,” she insisted. “It’s natural, right?”

Her words caught me by surprise. “Yeah, I…” I scrambled for words, “I…guess so. But you’re my daughter, Angel,” I fought back. “It’s not right for me to think about you that way.”

“Maybe.”

I lowered my eyes at her. “It’s not, Sophie,” I scolded tenderly.

“Maybe…” she repeated.

We laid there for a moment, just looking at each other. I knew she wasn’t done. There was more behind those tender, brown eyes of hers. I readied myself for whatever onslaught she could contrive next.

“Why haven’t you been dating?”

I have to admit, that one caught me a little off guard, too. “I…I don’t know,” I tried to parry. “I work a lot. I’m also 48, Angel. I kinda think my dating days are past. I guess…I guess I just don’t see myself as an attractive enough man anymore.”

“Are you kidding me?” she half shrieked. “Dad, you’re totally a handsome guy! My friends bug me all the time. You’re over six feet, right?”

“Yeah. 6’2”.” I confirmed, taking a breath, readying myself to strike back. “But…seriously, this husky body? I weigh 240, Angel. That’s not exactly fit.”

“But you carry it so well! You’re a strong and built man. You have just the right amount of hair on you. Do you know how many girls love the dad bod look?” she attacked mercilessly. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her next words hit me hard. “I’m one of them.”

I’d heard of women enjoying that kind of figure on a man, but I could scarcely believe it – until now. My own daughter thought I was an attractive man? That had to count for something, as long as she wasn’t just putting me on.

Sophie took her hand off my chest. Suddenly, under the covers, I felt her shirt disappearing under my fingers. More and more of her skin fell prey to my touch as she tugged her shirt up her body. My hand felt like lead, too heavy to move away. It was stuck there. When my whole hand was on her bare side, she brought the shirt back down, over my hand, housing it inside her clothing.

“You can touch me, Dad,” she promised. “You need it. I understand. I’m ok with it.”

“Sophie…” I gasped breathlessly, hardly daring to believe that my own daughter was offering herself to me. “I shouldn’t, Angel… It’s not right…”

“I want you to.”

Her hand came back, touched my chest, then followed my body down to my crotch. Her fingernails scurried gracefully over my underwear, dancing on my thick manhood inside. I shivered and closed my eyes as first her fingers, then her palm slid rhythmically up and down the length of my shaft. Her touch was divine. I’d forgotten what it was like to have a woman’s soft hand pleasure me.

“If you really thought this was wrong,” she challenged me quietly, “you’d stop me, Daddy.”

I didn’t stop her. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was depraved and unwholesome. Maybe sharing this moment with my own daughter was the most immoral thing I could possibly do. But she was right, I didn’t think so. Not anymore. Right now, all I wanted to do was indulge in this intimate love together.

My eyes opened up again as Sophie’s fingers searched for the opening on my boxers. Finally, they found it, pulling my rigid erection out of the hole. My daughter took it in her hand. Meanwhile, my hand dug deeper into her shirt. I found her breasts. Sophie closed her eyes for a second, moaning lightly as I started to fondle them and play with her nipples.

“Daddy…”

“Oh…Angel…” I moaned softly. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt my daughter’s warm fingers wrap around my rigid flesh. They slid up and down, aided by the slick lubricant that was trickling profusely from the tip of my manly rod. “I don’t want to…” I stopped short. What was truly the end of that sentence?

“Don’t want to what?”

“I don’t want to stop you…”

“I know, Dad…”

“Oh…Sophie…!” I looked at her again, a renewed lust burning in my eyes. “It’s been SO long…!”

“Then enjoy it, Dad…” she purred. “This is my gift to you tonight. I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too, Angel…!”

And with that, I leaned in and kissed her – hard, with feeling and passion. She kissed me back. Using my arm that was still around her, I pulled Sophie close, not letting her go. Our lips tangoed together, rubbing back and forth. Our tongues tussled between our lips. My daughter’s mouth tasted delicious, like the flavour of bread and honey. I couldn’t get enough.

Sophie’s teenage hand rubbed my manhood hard, feeding the fire of my deepest animal yearning. I groaned in my throat. “Mm…ohhh… Oh, Sophie…!”

“Do you want more, Daddy?” she offered.

I looked into her eyes. “Yes!” I growled. My hands found her shirt. She sat up as I pulled the clothing off her young, eighteen-year-old body. I tossed it on the floor. Her incredible breasts hung there on her chest. I leaned in. “I want these, too, Angel,” I demanded, starting to devour them.

My daughter fell back onto the bed, allowing me full access to her gorgeous chest. I squeezed and coddled them with my hands. I licked and sucked, listening to Sophie whimper from the pleasure. She was breathing hard. I didn’t let up until I’d had my fill.

“It feels so good, Dad…”

I kissed my way back up her chest and found her mouth. Our lips melted together in forbidden love. I kissed my daughter aggressively, pushing her head down into her pillow. Sophie’s arms wrapped around me, holding me to her. I let my weight fall on her, pinning her to the bed. I wanted my daughter so badly, more than I’d ever wanted a woman before.

“Oh, my daughter!” I snarled into her ear. “You are just sexy as hell, Angel!”

“And I think you should dress to match me, Dad,” she insisted, pulling at my shirt.

I lifted myself up, letting her remove my undershirt, then laid back down on top of her. I could feel her plush breasts against my broad chest, her small body beneath mine. My hands ran the length of my daughter’s half-naked body, feeling her smooth, feminine skin. I found her hands. With all my strength, I grabbed my daughter’s wrists and pinned them to the bed beside her before diving at the tender skin on her neck. I kissed her over and over.

“Ohhh…Daddy…!” she surrendered to me. Sophie tilted her chin up to give me all access to her skin.

I kissed her one more time on the lips and looked deeply into her beautiful brown eyes. “You’re mine tonight, Baby Girl!”

Sophie tensed up as I inched my way back down her body, my lips leaving no contour unexplored. I could feel my daughter’s body shake and tremble, anticipating what’s coming next. She relinquished her control, trusting me, and I would never give her reason to fear. My lips danced with her nipples again. She moaned, begging me for more.

Then, I heard her newest desire. “Dad…!” she whimpered. “I want to make you cum.”

I looked at her, she at me. We both smiled. Slowly, I let go of her wrists and laid back on the bed. My solid rod was still poking through my shorts. My daughter retrieved some lotion from her purse and then came back to make good on her promise.

“Take my boxers off, Angel,” I ordered.

My daughter did as she was told and tossed them away, kneeling beside me. As I lay there naked, I just admired her eighteen-year-old body. My fingertips slowly explored her skin. Every curve was divine. Her softness was perfect. The shape of her young, dancer figure was flawless. I smiled in appreciation as I watched her move into position.

Sophie applied a generous glob of lotion to her palm and took my phallic tool in her hand again. She squeezed hard. I moaned in pure pleasure. Her sure touch as she spread the lubricant along all seven inches of my shaft was incredible. She smiled beautifully, evidently honoured to serve her father.

“Oh, Sophie… Ohhh…Angel…!” I breathed heavily, basking in her touch. “Yes, Baby Girl…oh, just like that… Mmmm…”

My daughter giggled as she slid her hand up and down. I lay there, gripping the bed sheets and moaning her name. Perhaps it was just because of how taboo the whole situation was, but I couldn’t remember anything more erotic than watching her pleasure me. But I wasn’t finished yet.

Half sitting up, I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her downward. “Suck on it, Angel…” I commanded without hesitation. “I want to feel your mouth on me, Sophie…”

She looked at me with a little surprise, but she soon smiled. “Ok, Daddy,” she submitted. She bowed herself closer to me. “I might be bad at this.”

“You’ve never given a blowjob before?”

Sophie shook her head.

“Just nice and slow, Angel. I’ll let you know if you need to change something,” I guided her. I smiled. “No teeth.”

My daughter giggled and closed her lips around the bulging head of my penis. She started to suck and bob her head up and down. Immediately I groaned and fell back on the pillow behind me. “Ohhh…Angel…!” I moaned loudly. “Yes, Baby Girl…oh, yes…!”

Sophie’s young mouth knew exactly what to do. My daughter was a natural! I stroked her naked back up and down until finally grabbing the back of her head. I wove my fingers into her hair, keeping her in place. The pleasure was growing. I knew it wouldn’t be long before my release arrived.

“Sophie…oh, Sophie…oh, my daughter… Mmmm…!” I grunted heavily. Then, that old familiar rush flooded my senses. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. My body tensed up. “Angel…keep going…! I’m gonna cum…!” I warned her. “Oh…don’t stop, Baby Girl…!”

With a mighty spasm, my sexual digit launched its thick juice into my daughter’s mouth. She gagged a second, recovering just in time for the next one, which she was ready for, then the next, and then the next. Through it all, she performed perfectly, still sucking and massaging my manhood with her lips and tongue.

“Oh…Sophie…” I heaved as my body relaxed from the experience.

My daughter lifted her head. My viscous offering dribbled down her chin. She smacked her lips, a generous amount still sitting in her mouth. “Oo I whallow ih?” she mumbled around the white slime.

“You can swallow it. It’s not going to hurt you,” I reassured her, reaching for the tissues beside the bed. “Or you can spit it into—” I looked back just in time to see my daughter close her mouth and send the load down her throat. “Oh, damn, Sophie… You swallowed your dad’s cum. That was hot as hell!” I offered her a few tissues to clean her face.

A wide smile crossed her lips as she bit her tongue. “Was that ok, Daddy?” she asked, wiping away the residue.

I shook my head in disbelief that she would ask such an absurd question. “That was incredible, Angel. More than I could have ever bargained for.”

She laughed again. I sat up, kissed her, then pushed her to the bed. I crawled in front of my daughter and grabbed her pants. “Now it’s your turn, Angel,” I proffered.

Her face lit up in joy, realizing what I was about to do for her. “Really, Daddy?” she squealed with delight.

“What kind of father would I be if I didn’t return the favour my daughter so willingly performed?” I insisted. Her pants and underwear flowed down her legs with ease, and I tossed them aside with all our other clothing.

A generous tuft of hair adorned my daughter’s pubic mound. I wasn’t surprised. She’d never had a reason to get rid of it. I ran my hands up and down her sexy, nude body. It made her sigh in relaxation. As I crawled between her toned, shapely legs, I looked up into her eyes.

“Have you ever done anything sexual?” I asked her.

Sophie shook her head. “Mm-mm…” she denied. “This is all new to me, Daddy.”

I smiled. My daughter had kept herself innocent, and it ended up being for me. “I would have thought you’d have done lots of things with the guys at your school, being a dancer and all.”

“They’ve tried to get in my pants,” she giggled. “But I just haven’t felt ready. Or comfortable. Until tonight, here with you, Dad.”

“Then I’m going to make sure it’s all worth your while, Angel,” I promised her. “Enjoy this, Sophie.” My daughter grinned.

I closed the distance. My lips touched her sacred entrance. Slowly, I kissed her treasure with more and more pressure. I heard her moan lightly. I used a little more effort. She whimpered in pleasure. When my tongue started to flap against her velvety lips, suddenly my daughter tensed up uncontrollably.

“Oh, Daddy…” she cooed, her hands finding my head to urge me on.

I started to eat her tender, young flower with more effort. Her muscles twitched as I stimulated them. My daughter’s juice began to leak out. I chased the droplets, letting them flow over my tongue. Sophie’s nectar was delicious, like water from the sweetest spring, and I drank gladly.

“Ohhh…Dad…! Daddy, that feels so good…! Nngh…nngh…oh, yeah…!” my daughter cringed above me. “More, Daddy…! Mmmm…more…!”

Deeper and deeper I dug into her sacred crevice. Sophie grabbed the headboard with one hand, helping to push her body down the bed, wordlessly pleading for more. I was only too glad to offer my daughter what she wanted. I wanted to spoil her, as I always had, as I always would.

I focused on the stiff, little gem adorning her slit. Sophie grunted in pleasure as my tongue made contact and rubbed hard on her clit. I watched as she grabbed a pillow and stuffed it in her mouth – biting down hard, so she could yell at her leisure – before grabbing the headboard again. I knew it was now or never.

With my daughter screaming for what she wanted so desperately, I focused on her sensitive jewel. Her fingers in my hair gouged my scalp, searching for something to brace her. Sophie’s back arched. The pillow fell from her mouth as she gasped for breath.

“Daddy…Daddy…! Daddy…!” she squeaked with great effort. I knew an orgasm was erupting in her senses. More of her decadent syrup trickled out of her body. Even if this never happened again, I would never forget my daughter’s delicious flavour as long as I lived.

A burst of air exploded from her mouth. Sophie gasped several wild breaths as I slowed my efforts and backed away. “Oh, Daddy… Dad… Dad…!” she panted.

I crawled up over her body, kissing her skin at random. I arrived at her lips. We kissed softly and lovingly. “I hope you enjoyed that, Angel,” I said.

“I did, Dad… That was…incredible…!”

I looked into her radiant eyes. They were aglow with love and admiration. “Your first real orgasm? From a man? “

“Yes…!” she squealed in delight. Sophie wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me in. We kissed again with unbridled passion and unity. It felt so good. It felt so natural to kiss her.

Our passion ebbed. “I’m glad I could give it to you,” I grinned.

“So am I! I love you, Daddy!”

“I love you, too, Angel.” With that, we kissed again, though with less intensity this time. It was just a series of tender kisses, ones that were enough to make my heart flutter with affection for my young daughter. “Let’s get dressed and go to sleep,” I suggested.

“Do we have to, Dad?” she pouted a little. “I was kinda hoping just to…sleep naked. So I could feel your skin on mine.”

I smiled, ready to compromise. “How about just in our underwear so we don’t leave too big a mess with anything else that leaks out,” I suggested with a laugh. She agreed.

I put my boxers back on, Sophie replaced her panties. We crawled under the blankets, my arms around her, spooning her and holding her close to me. In all the eighteen-plus years she’d been my child, I could never remember loving her so much. I could feel her warm skin on my chest, slowly moving as she breathed. I planted a few more long kisses on the nape of her neck and on her shoulders. Icy as it may have been outside, cold as it may have been in here with the broken heater, the two of us couldn’t have been warmer.

“Goodnight, Angel,” I whispered softly to my daughter as sleep started to overtake us. I hugged her again. “Sweet dreams.”

Sophie hummed in my embrace. “Hm…you, too, Daddy,” she answered. “I love you!”

“I love you, too, Sophie!”

With heavy eyelids and a flood of endorphins surging through our veins, the night settled in and sleep easily overtook us.

The next morning, I woke up to find Sophie gone. I blinked a few times to get the sleep out of my eyes, and realized the shower was running. I sighed as the entire night came rushing back into my awareness.

Had I really just had a sexual encounter with my daughter!?

I continued blinking, rolling onto my back. It couldn’t be. It was entirely illegal. There was no way I would have done that to my daughter…was there? It had to have been all a dream.

One look around the room, seeing the clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor, told me an entirely different story. It had happened.

In the other room, the shower shut off. Sophie walked out a moment later wrapped in a towel and brushing her hair. We looked at each other. “Morning, Daddy!” she greeted me cheerfully. As she walked to her suitcase, my daughter dropped her cover. Her sexy little teen body was naked again.

I tried to resist looking. I honestly did. It wasn’t right. What we’d done wasn’t right, but she was just too gorgeous not to admire. Slowly, though, my conscience was pricked and I regained control. Rolling away from her, I sat up on the edge of the bed as I rubbed my face. “I wish you wouldn’t do that, Sophie,” I muttered.

“What?” I could hear the confusion in her voice.

I took a deep breath. “Just…drop your towel like that. Be naked around me.”

“Dad,” she playfully scolded. “We saw each other naked last night.”

“I know. That’s the problem.”

There was a long silence that followed. I knew we were both searching for the words to either justify or dismiss our nocturnal activities from only hours ago. None seemed to be forming. I stood up, grabbed a towel of my own, gathered my clothes, and headed for the bathroom without looking back at my daughter. “I’m going for a shower, Sophie. I expect you to be dressed when I come out.”

“Yes, Daddy…” I heard her say solemnly.

Once I was cleaned up and my daughter was packed, I took anything that was ours out to the vehicle. A thick dusting of snow covered everything. On the plus side, it wasn’t overly cold. Sophie filled her mother in on our impromptu stop – of course, leaving out the more incriminating details – and let her know we were on our way again.

We drove down the street to the town’s cafe in silence. We ordered and ate most of our meal in more silence. Finally, I broke it.

I looked about. No one was in ear shot. “Sophie…” I opened cautiously, “…you know what we did was wrong, don’t you?” I asked her.

She nodded without looking up from her meal.

“Are you ashamed?”

That when her brown eyes lifted and met mine. “No, Dad!” she insisted. “It was fun and I love you. I could never be ashamed about that. At least as long as no one else knows. And even then…” her voice trailed off for a second, “…even then only because of what someone else thinks.” I opened my mouth to condemn our actions, but Sophie beat me to more discussion. “I didn’t exactly plan to anything to happen, but when we started cuddling and I felt you getting hard…well…I just kinda got curious. I just thought, what the hell?”

“Sophie…”

“I’m serious, Daddy.”

“But it—” I stopped myself and looked around again. No one was close. “It’s incest, Angel,” I denounced in a harsh whisper. “It’s illegal. It’s just plain wrong.”

“Dad, we didn’t actually have sex,” she insisted. The look on her face was somewhere between defiant and submissive. I couldn’t explain it. There wasn’t a shred of regret in those beautiful brown eyes of hers. It was almost as if she was…proud of what had happened.

“And if we had?” I presented. “Sophie, we got each other off. That’s enough to incur some hefty penalties.” My tone was deep and serious. How could she not be just as if not more upset about this than I was? “Do you realize that if it had happened a few months ago, before your birthday, it would have been considered sexual abuse?”

Her jaw dropped. Sophie’s face shifted to an expression of wound, almost appalled. “You didn’t abuse me, Dad,” she struck back. “Yeah, you were very dominant, but I liked it! I wanted it just as badly as you did. I was horny – just as horny as you.”

Her comment caused me to sigh. She was right. I certainly had been. And if she hadn’t been, it probably wouldn’t have happened.

In a timid voice, she added, “And…I was curious.”

I buried my face in my hands an sighed. “Oh, Sophie…” I mourned and shook my head in dismay before looking at my beautiful daughter again. “We just can’t do it again, ok? We just can’t.”

She nodded. “I know.”

“And we’re never going to talk about it again, either.”

“Alright.”

“It was a one-time thing.”

“Ok, Dad,” she agreed, setting my mind at ease. “But it was still a lot of fun.” She looked at me squarely in the eyes. “And I’m glad I got to share it with you.”

We looked at each other for an endless minute. I loved my daughter so much. I couldn’t dream of hurting her. Obviously, I hadn’t, but…incest was still wrong. However, I couldn’t deny that what we’d shared last night was deeper and more beautiful than I could have ever possibly imagined. 

I reached across the table and took Sophie’s hand. “Me, too, Angel,” I agreed, looking down at our embracing fingers. “Me, too.”

Sophie smiled so widely, I thought her mouth would tear. At least we’d reached an understanding. It was a wonderful experience, one we both treasured – but it was one that must not, under any circumstances, happen again.

We finished our meals, the mood lifting a little bit now that this topic had been addressed. I hoped it was over. Nowhere in my memory did there exist a more sacred sexual experience to me, but that’s all it was now: a memory. Never again would Sophie and I let our dark, forbidden desire overtake us. I’d make sure of it.

We drove east. The plows had been out and the highway had been cleared. I maintained regular highway speeds and we soon arrived at my home – Sophie’s home-away-from-home, as it were. My daughter made herself comfortable as I brought in her effects and set them in her room. It didn’t take her long to call Grace, letting her know we’d arrived.

The girls spent most of the weekend together, including having their regular sleepover. It wasn’t until Sunday afternoon that Sophie and I were able to share a meal and talk as we always had. Fortunately, the subject of Friday night, in our cold motel room, didn’t even come up. It was as if it had been forgotten, or at the very least, placed under lock and key. I was relieved.

We drove back that evening, still talking. All was well until we passed through the town with the motel. As if drawn by some unseen force, both of us stared down the street and looked at the place. There it stood, like a monument to commemorate our sin. I knew we’d both, as long as we lived, remember the illicit love we’d shared whenever we looked at that place again.

Sophie’s voice pierced the silence in the car. “It was fun, Dad.”

I smiled lopsidedly as I looked at the road. “Yeah, it was, Angel.”

My daughter rested her hand on my thigh as I drove. It was dangerously high. This wasn’t a common thing for her. I knew exactly why her hand had appeared there.

I looked over. Sophie was staring at me. “I love you, Daddy,” she pledged tenderly.

“I love you, too, Angel,” I answered with a broad, fatherly smile, and returned my eyes to the road.

Her hand started to slide up my leg. It was just starting to graze my crotch when I decided to reach down and take her hand in mine.

“Sophie…” I denied her. “I said never again.”

She whined a little, not used to having her father deny her what she wanted. “Not even if we have to stop at that motel again?”

“Hopefully we never have to,” I grumbled.

The car was silent a moment. Our hands found a convenient spot on the centre console to rest and stay intertwined. “I’m still curious, Dad,” Sophie announced at last. “There’s lots more you can introduce me to.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you a virgin, Sophie?” I asked, fully expecting the answer to be yes. I wasn’t disappointed with her reply.

“Yes, Daddy,” she acknowledged. “Why? Are you thinking of changing that?”

With a shake of my head, I worked on repelling the idea. It was appealing, I had to admit. It had been a long time since I’d taken a woman’s virginity, but this was also my daughter I was talking about. “I’m trying not to, Angel,” I answered at last.

“Well…we’ll have to see what happens then,” she taunted me, reclining the seat. My daughter closed her eyes and dozed for the rest of the trip to her mother’s house. All the while, we held hands across the centre console.

I snuck several peeks over at her during that last hour or so. Sophie was indeed a sexy young woman. I just shook my head every time, trying vainly to deter the thoughts entering my head. Yes, we had teased each other. Yes, we had pleasured the other that night. No, we couldn’t ever again succumb to our carnal nature together.

But it was insatiably tempting…

And after I dropped her off at her mother’s and headed home, my eyes drifted to the motel once more as I passed it. ‘We couldn’t ever…’ became ‘we shouldn’t ever…’ as my mind considered just how open Sophie was to a deeper, intimate relationship with me. A part of me knew that it may only be a matter of time. But how long could such a secret be kept?

When my phone buzzed with a text message, I quickly opened it as I drove. It was from my daughter. She was standing in her bathroom mirror, naked from the waist up. Her pose was intensely provocative, looking into the camera on her phone with licentious desire. Her perfect, C-sized breasts hung there, jeering at me – so close, yet so far.

Immediately in my pants, my manhood awoke and grew. I wanted her. Sophie knew exactly what this would do to me. She was a tease, and a vicious little one at that! Deep inside me, the fatherly instinct was forgotten. I was just a man now, wanting to take my daughter and pleasure her every moment I could.

The sound of a car horn snapped me back to reality. I’d been drifting into the other lane. I quickly corrected and paid more attention. One way or another, it seemed my daughter was going to be the death of me.

I scowled at my phone. “Damn it, Sophie!” I texted her, cursing her for many reasons.

A moment later, my phone buzzed again. “I love you, Daddy,” she answered with a winky face.