Abby knew her brother was a massive dork, but she still kinda liked him. They hung out now and then, occasionally went on an outing in his Jeep. He was a year older than her, and finished his first year of college. Abby herself had just graduated high school and was looking forward to a summer of lazing around before starting College.
When Hank said he was going to the Hole, she jumped at the opportunity. It was enough of a drive that one needed a car or a ride to get there, and she had neither. Even if it was her brother offering, she wasn’t going to turn her nose up. She’d bought herself a new bikini to fit her bigger boobs, and couldn’t wait to show it, and them, off.
She went to quickly put on the new swimsuit, admiring herself in the mirror. It was polka-dotted, with two of the dots directly where her nipples were. She traced the outside of one of the dots, feeling a shiver as she traced her areola. The dots were even the same size, maybe an inch across. She gave an experimental bounce, noting with glee how her breasts bobbed on her chest. She’d been practically flat-chested until this year when she’d finally grown a set to match her mother’s.
Running from her room, she went to grab a towel and her sunning supplies. As she went through the living room, she passed her dad, who paused to crane his head and watch as she went by. She giggled, “Oh, Dad.”
Her dad, Greg, was always teasing her. He pretended like men were going to come kidnap her and he needed to protect her when she wore revealing clothing. She teased him back by doing stuff he could tease her about, like walking around in a bikini. He didn’t seem to mind.
Supplies gathered, she threw on a long shirt she pulled from the laundry and ran to join Hank and their mom, Andrea in his Jeep. The drive went by quickly, the wind from the open window blowing her brown hair around her face. It was a warm day, and she was looking forward to the cool water as much as showing off her bikini.
When they had arrived and parked, the Jenkins’ grabbed their stuff, and Hank led the way over the rocks to a spot where they could put their chairs down. Abby felt her mouth drop open when he stripped his shorts and T off, showing a speedo. A speedo! He ran as best he could over the rocks, hitting the water with a splash.
Abby tried not to look, of course – he was her brother – but she hadn’t been entirely unable to miss the lump in his suit. “Nice speedo, dork!” she called after him.
Abby put her brother from her mind to deal with the sudden onset of shyness she felt at taking off her shirt. She’d worn bikinis before, but this was the first time in public with breasts worth the name. Steeling herself, she stripped her shirt off and adjusted the straps of her bottom.
She looked over at her mom and saw her also ready for the water in her bikini. She looked fabulous, and always had. Abby had begged and prayed for a body like her mom’s for years and finally had it. Tall, curvy, with a rack that made men crane their heads. Like her dad, she thought with a smile.
They made their way to the pool where Hank had jumped in, gingerly stepping over the rocks. Abby got to the edge and dove in, welcoming the cooling effect of the water. It was a hot one, no doubt. She swam a bit away from the ‘shore’, finding a deep spot to tread water and look around.
There were still only just a few people there but the place would fill up more once the afternoon wore on. Some people only stayed for an hour, some all day. She suspected she and her family would be there till late afternoon.
Abby looked around for her mother, and spotted her sitting on a rock shelf with Hank. It looked like a fun spot, but Abby liked to swim, so she did, occupying a half hour or so. The next time she looked, mom and brother were still on the rock shelf. How boring.
Just then she heard a bunch of shrieking and turned to see a group of girls jumping into the water. She recognized Emma from Hank’s grade at high school and suddenly put two and two together. She looked back at Hank and sure enough, his gaze was locked on Emma like a laser. What a dork.
Abby knew all about the time Hank had tried to talk to Emma in high school and totally flubbed it. He had never really recovered his nerve to talk to her, although he had apparently done better in college. Abby knew Hank so well she was sure he’d be sporting a hardon soon. He was no better than the guys she went to high school with, who would get a bulge from a slight breeze.
While she found her dad’s attention amusing, even flattering, Hank’s was very different. He wasn’t creepy about it, per se, she just knew when he was checking her out. Abby had thought about educating her brother on being more discreet, but thought maybe it was better to know when he looked.
Midway through the afternoon Abby was thinking of getting out of the water, and looked to see if the pool-sitters had moved at all. They hadn’t, though her mom had moved closer to Hank. A little too close, she thought. Her mom was casually looking around the pool and seemed to be whispering. Hank had a fixed look on his face, like he was trying to be a statue.
As she watched, she saw Hank’s face get redder, and veins stand out on his neck. What the heck was going on? When his mouth dropped open and he started breathing heavily, Abby felt a hot flush steal over her, despite the cool water. Was he jerking off in the water??
Suddenly sure that’s what he was doing, she was surprised her mom didn’t seem to notice, even though she was right there. How could she not notice? Then they said a few words back and forth, and her mom slipped into the water and swam back to get out. Hank followed soon after, and they both made their way to the chairs.
Was she wrong? Was Hank doing something else? Why the look? From her viewpoint at the side of the pool when Hank got out, Abby was able to get a better look at his package, noting a sizable lump. She felt funny seeing her brother’s dick through his suit and looked away. She wasn’t sure what to think, so put it out of her head for the rest of the afternoon.
When the sun was heading to the horizon, they packed up and went home. When they pulled into the driveway Abby leaped out quickly, ready to grab a shower before anyone else. She happened to turn when she got in the front door and saw Hank and her mom talking in the car. What did they have to talk about now, that they couldn’t talk about on the way home?
Feeling like there was a conclusion to be drawn, but not wanting to draw it, Abby went to have a shower. The Hole water was perfectly clear and clean, but she still felt like she needed to wash after swimming there. A quick rinse later, Abby grabbed her towel to dry off before wrapping herself in it. She didn’t have a robe, and for her entire life one towel was more than enough to safely cover her body. After her growth spurt, one towel barely did it.
Abby did her best to fold the towel around her chest, squishing her breasts. She just needed it for a quick dash to her bedroom. She darted out of the bathroom but didn’t see her dad coming the other way and squawked as she tried to dodge out of the way. She was partially successful, but they still clipped shoulders, sending her twisting away – and the towel to the ground.
“Aahh!” she screamed, trying to grab the towel while covering her tits. Her dad bent down to grab the towel first, holding it out to her. Abby flushed as she took it from him, seeing him take in her nakedness.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Abby,” he said, seriously. “You better be careful.”
“Or kidnappers will get me, I know,” she finished for him.
“Something like that,” he said, quirking a smile which never failed to put butterflies in her stomach. Her dad was the most handsome dad she’d ever met. She didn’t mind when he looked, though of course she wasn’t usually naked.
Rewrapping the towel around her, she giggled when he pretended to be sad she was covered up. When she got to her door, she turned and looked back to see he was still watching. She waved and smiled before closing her door behind her.
Abby had learned over the last year how men saw her differently now she had tits. Most would give her a once-over, a few would smile at her. A rare few would come up to her to start chatting, which she always shut down. Her parents had been quite clear about their expectations regarding sex, and who she should have it with. He should be someone she loved, who made her feel safe.
None of the boys in high school had come even close, so she was still a virgin. She’d kissed some, and one had felt up her boobs. A couple had begged for a handjob, which she refused. How did a handjob help her? She got horny too. She’d just come home and rubbed herself to completion, and assumed they did the same.
Now it was summer, and there were no more boys, unless she went looking. She’d noticed a few checking her out at the Hole, but all from older men her dad’s age. She wanted nothing to do with them, as her dad was better than all of them combined. Her dad made her feel loved and safe.
Abby checked her wardrobe, deciding what she wanted to wear for the evening. It was too hot to wear very much; she chose a g-string, loose shorts, and a tank top. She had worn bras for years, but didn’t really need the support. Now she wore them to stop her boobs from moving around as much in her shirts but still didn’t really need the support. She was proud her bust was very perky and hardly sagged at all.
No bra today, she decided. Too hot, and she was feeling sensitive there anyways.
‘Clothed’ again, Abby went out to the backyard to lay in the remaining sun. She chose one of the loungers, laying down on her front, head on her crossed arms. It took her a few tries before she found a way to lie which didn’t squish her boobs. The ache in her tits flowed down to her pelvis, making her feel warm. She might have to do something about it later.
The exertion of swimming and the sun made her drowsy, her eyes closing on their own.
“You’ll burn if you stay out here like,” came the sound of her dad’s voice above her.
“It’s fine,” she murmured.
“No, it’s not, pumpkin. Here, let me help you.”
The lounger shifted as her dad sat down next to her legs, and she heard the squirt of sunscreen coming out of a bottle. The smell of it hit her nose like a cannon.
“Fine, just don’t wake me,” she said, smiling.
“Brat. Just lay there and don’t move.”
Hands touched her calf, spreading and massaging lotion into her skin. It felt heavenly. Abby groaned her approval as the hands moved from her calf up to her knee and then her lower thigh. They were strong hands, easily moving her flesh around, digging into the muscles underneath.
“Have you thought about becoming a masseuse?” she asked.
“I only do this for my special girls,” he responded, meaning Abby and her mom.
When the first leg was done, he moved onto the second, repeating the same massage up to her lower thigh, although the second leg he went a bit higher, dipping under her shorts. She didn’t mind. If she shifted around, they might ride up. The proximity of his hand to her privates didn’t escape her notice, which only enhanced the warmth had been building there.
Next came her shoulders, bared by the tank top, and her arms. He pulled each arm in turn from under her head, ignoring her protests about her sleep being disrupted. Then came her lower back, also exposed by her short top.
“Looks like I missed a spot on your legs,” he said, his voice low.
“Okay,” she said. He could massage her as long as he wanted.
Another squirt of the lotion and his hands were back on her leg, though he started at her thigh this time. He spent a while there, working the lotion in, before moving up. Abby sighed as she felt him dip under her shorts again. A squishy feeling had been added to the warmth, and butterflies built up in her middle.
Her shorts were loose around the leg, allowing her dad to get his hand further and further in, until she felt him graze against her labia. She wanted to sit up, or turn to look at him, but he just laid a gentle hand on her back.
“Shhh,” he said. “It’s okay. Just relax. You know you’re safe, right?”
Abby nodded but her heart was beating hard. Her dad had touched her privates! It didn’t help that she was turned on, what if he felt her wetness?
The hand still in her shorts resumed its voyage north. Abby lay quietly, quivering, wondering what her dad was doing. When his finger grazed against her labia again, she managed to mostly contain the flinch.
“Good girl,” he said. The finger ran across her thong, finding the edge, and hooking under it.
“Eep!” she peeped. She felt her pussy clench as her father pulled her thong aside, exposing her wetness. The cry she might have let out was aborted by the pleasure of his finger running along her lips, her girl-juice coating his questing digit.
Another stroke from bottom to top, and he found her clit. Oh, he mustn’t, she thought, but he did, moving his finger across her button. When she was aroused her clit filled with blood, her own mini-penis, and it was easy to play with. Her dad took advantage and gently moved it around, driving her crazy.
“Dad, you’re going to make me -”
“I hope I do,” he rumbled from his perch on the lounger. He continued to massage her clitty, while the hand on her back moved, reaching around to her front.
Abby lifted up, giving him access to cup her tit. This was no teenaged boy, this was a man who knew how gentle to be, and how to move his hand just so. Abby had never been so turned on before, and could feel herself building to a blinding climax.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she mewled with each flick of her mini-cock. Just as she thought she might tip over the edge, her dad twisted his hand, putting a finger at the entrance to her vagina and pushed.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned long and loud as he penetrated her.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come for daddy.”
Come she did, juices flooding from her vag, waves of convulsions rocking her middle, her legs clamping down on her dad’s hand where it was plugged into her. He took it in stride, using what little leverage he had to continue massaging her. Each tiny massage on her oversensitive clit sent a new twitch through her.
When she could finally think straight, her legs relaxed and her dad took his hand out of her shorts. He leaned over, kissing her forehead and giving her nipple a final tweak.
“This stays between us, okay? I just thought you could use some help relaxing,” he said, before he left her there, a limp rag of a daughter with a soaking crotch. “Happy to help with your sun lotion any time,” he called back as he entered the house.
What the fuck? Abby lay still for a time before heading into the house to change.
That night at dinner, her dad gave no sign anything untoward had occurred between them. He was the same charming, funny dad who cared about her. Abby tried to see if anyone suspected anything, but apart from Hank acting weird, everything was normal. Or maybe Hank acting weird was normal.
Her dad hugged her goodnight, without a hint at any kind of increased intimacy, but she couldn’t help but think of where his hands had been. It made her weak in the knees.
—
Weeks passed. Despite trying to put the episode behind her, Abby found she was dwelling on it. She tried to figure out how she felt about what had happened, attacking it from different angles. He’d taken advantage of her, right? Not really, she’d let him do it. Did she want him to do it? Not at first, but pretty quickly she’d wanted it, yes. It should mean a monumental shift in their relationship. Not according to him; he treated her just as he always had.
At first, she took a step back in how she dressed. Less revealing, demurer, thinking maybe she had led him on somehow. She gave it up as summer progressed, because it was too hot to be wearing so many clothes.
The situation confounded and baffled her, but eventually she was able to put it behind her. When she finally just let it all go and relaxed, she realized it didn’t have to be a big deal. So what if her dad had gotten her off? It felt good, who cared? On several occasions she’d relived it while playing with herself, producing very satisfying orgasms.
When late August hit, her mom grabbed Abby to go shopping for her first college year. She didn’t complain at all, getting new clothes was a treat no matter the occasion. They went on a nice afternoon shop and came back with a bunch of cute outfits. The following week, her mom did the same trip with Hank, leaving Abby alone with her dad.
At first, she felt hyper-alert and awkward; it was rare it was just the two of them home. The sound of him moving through the house seemed too loud, and she swore she could smell his aftershave everywhere. Had she been alone with him since the orgasm? She thought not. Would he try it again? Did she want him to? The more she thought about it, the more nervous she got. Her own brain pissed her off enough to say ‘fuck it’, and stop thinking.
Putting on the bikini she’d worn to the Hole, Abby grabbed her phone and a book, practically strutting through the house on the way to the backyard. She passed her dad on the way, and for once he didn’t make his crack about men kidnapping her, instead just following her with his gaze. It made her feel squishy.
As Abby got to a lounger, she put her stuff down and contemplated the sunscreen. She should put it on, because if she didn’t her dad would come put it on for her. Did she want him to? Figuring it was better to take the option off the table, she carefully covered herself in the lotion and lay down on her back to avoid squishing her tender boobs.
She read her book for a while, but the sun was hot and she felt herself starting to nod off. The question of whether to have a nap or not was answered for her when she nodded off.
Abby dreamt of several weeks back, to the last time she’d been out there alone. She was joined on the lounger by her dad, wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He had a similar build to Hank, but he made it seem manly. The dream morphed into the sun screen application, his hands running up and down her legs, only she was face up this time. When he got to the point where he was pulling her panties aside, Abby was practically panting to feel his touch.
“Daddy,” she moaned, her legs writhing.
“Baby,” she heard his voice reply.
Abby opened her eyes and saw her father sitting on the lounger in the same position as before. His hands were on her legs but her bikini bottoms were still in place.
“I wasn’t sure if you had put sunscreen on, and didn’t want you to burn,” he said.
“I did,” she replied, suddenly hyper-aware of her body under his eyes. Her tits, heaving with each breath under her top. Her legs squirming under his hands though he wasn’t moving.
“Did you miss any spots?” he asked, calm and curious.
“I might have,” she replied in a small voice, unable to respond in any other way. A tremor ran through her, ending at her pussy which clamped down on the mere memory of his finger.
“Let’s make you safe,” he said.
Immediately he started running his hands up and down the leg closest to him, producing waves of tingles that ran up to her neck and back again. Each stroke of his palm calmed her, but heightened her awareness of his touch. She could feel her labia moisten in her bikini bottom, preparing for him.
Abby didn’t realize it at first – and when she did, she didn’t care – but he hadn’t put any sunscreen on his hands. She was just feeling his large, warm hands, stroking up and down her body. When he moved up her thigh, she didn’t bat an eye, just watching him as he slowly massaged higher and higher until his hand was brushing against her suit.
“This is in the way,” he said, using one finger to pull her bathing suit aside.
Abby nodded. Her pussy, now bared to his gaze, was dripping juices. She knew if she looked, she would see a little man poking his head out of her flesh canoe, primed for his touch.
To her surprise, he didn’t touch her. After moving her suit aside, he massaged the side of her labia, moving them around. They in turn rolled over her clit, with a sideways massage of transference. Abby whined. This wasn’t what she wanted.
“Shhh, baby girl,” her dad said. “I’ll help you out.”
Eyes wide, Abby watched as her dad bent over, putting his head close to her puss. He blew gently, letting his warm breath wash over her overheated vulva. It tickled and woke her parts up. Her labia spread under the gentle wind, flowering to expose her inner beauty.
“Daddy,” she started, but stopped when he leaned over further.
He used his thumbs to spread her lips open and then stuck his tongue out, licking up her furrow in one long, muscular swipe before opening his mouth and latching his hot mouth over her pussy.
“Aaaahhhhh!!” screamed Abby, not caring if anyone heard. His tongue, rigid now, plunged directly into her vagina. The slick muscle spread her open just as his finger had but now his nose was planted on her erect clit. Between the two, Abby wasn’t sure which felt better, but she knew what the result was: her hips bucking skywards.
“Daddy!” she shrieked, her body taking on a life of its own.
He kept his mouth on her, riding her writhing body like a cowboy on a bronco, his tongue wriggling in her, his nose mashed on her clit. The orgasm she’d had the last time was nothing compared to this one. As her brain exploded, her body gushed, streams of juice squirting into her dad’s mouth and down her ass crack. He held her legs in his strong hands, keeping her from moving too much. When her body was exhausted, she went limp, arms and legs spread-eagled on the lounger.
Her father slowly munched on her kitty.
“Dad,” she moaned, pushing weakly on his face. She was so sensitive, each movement of his tongue resulted in a matching twitch. To her relief he let up, pulling away from her red, wet vulva. His face was soaked.
“Oh, Daddy,” she quavered. “That felt so good, but you’re a mess. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he said. “I’m happy to do it.”
“Okay,” she responded weakly. “I think I’m going to sleep again.”
“You do that.” He leaned in to kiss her forehead, leaving a wet kiss print behind.
Abby dropped off to sleep, warmth radiating in her nethers.
She woke later, noticing there was a patio umbrella positioned over her to protect from the heat. She sat up, hearing the sounds of her mom and Hank back from their shopping trip. Abby hastily rearranged her swim bottoms, covering her still swollen labia. She stifled a moan as the cloth came into contact with her pussy.
Ducking inside, she managed to avoid her mom and brother, but saw her dad in the living room, who gave her a wink as she passed. Just seeing him brought back memories of coming all over his face.
—
Despite her dad putting his tongue in her twat, it was back to business. Everything was normal, from his teasing to his hugs. It was very confusing for Abby, as she found she was fixated on her father now. Noticing what he wore, how he smelled, the ripple of his arms when he lifted something.
It was all so distracting she barely noticed how much time Hank spent around their mother now. It was a momentary thought when he offered to help Mom with the garden for the third weekend in a row. Normally she’d have teased him about being a momma’s boy, but it left her time to spend with their dad.
If Abby had seen a classmate do with a boy what she was doing with her dad, she’d have sworn they were dating. She hung around when he did chores, handed him tools and went on trips to the parts store with him. She did her best not to wear anything too revealing, but it was hard. All she had to do was imagine his tongue inside of her and she was wet, wanting to strip down and have him ravish her.
Normality went on for a while, though, and there was no ravishing. The days cooled, and Abby started to wear warmer clothing to compensate. She lamented she couldn’t give her father the show he clearly liked, but had to bow to practicality.
In November, after months of spending time with her dad and no extra special time together, he announced he was going off on a fishing trip with some friends. He’d be gone from Friday to Sunday, and even offered to bring Hank and Abby along. Abby wouldn’t be caught dead in a fishing boat, but she was surprised when Hank turned him down as well.
Unsure of what to do with her weekend, Abby woke up Saturday to the sight of the living room having been turned into some cheaply decorated resort by Hank.
“Hank, what are you doing, you dumbass?” asked Abby, looking at his decorations.
“Staycation. I’m at an all-inclusive,” he said.
His mom said, “What’s the idea? Fool yourself into thinking you’re away and sit around all day and do nothing?”
Hank nodded, looking up at them from his staycation throne on one of their couches.
“Awesome! I’m going to join you,” said Abby, who dove back into her bedroom. She was truly enthused, having had nothing to do. Plus, with the way Hank had cranked the heat, she could wear whatever she wanted.
‘Whatever she wanted’ turned out to be a tennis skirt and a crop top without a bra. She also left off her panties, thinking it could maybe give her a naughty tingle or two. When she got to the living room, she took in her choices of seating position. On a couch with Hank, on a couch with her mom, or by herself on the floor. She took the floor.
Flopping onto her stomach, Abby arranged chips and a slushy drink around her, propping a pillow under her chest to lean on. Hank had chosen some dumb action movie, but she didn’t care; she was here for the long haul.
To Abby’s surprise when their mom joined a moment later, she chose to sit next to Hank. She could have had the other couch all to herself! Shrugging, Abby decided to stay where she was. She was comfy.
“Abby. Your skirt,” his mom said from the couch.
“Oops,” Abby said, and flipped her skirt back down, not having realized it was up. The drawback to having the heat on, she supposed. Oh well, the room was dark, maybe no one saw anything – except her eagle-eyed mother.
Abby watched the first movie straight through, but realized she was feeling restless, like she wanted to run around. She ended up moving around, trying to use up her extra energy. At one point she thought she heard some whispering coming from behind her but ignored it. They were probably discussing some lame gardening issue.
Near the end of the first movie, Abby noticed her phone light up with a message. Her friends were out of town, so she almost ignored it, but checked anyway.
It was from her dad. *Hey, are you busy?*
*Nope*
*How is your sunscreen?*
To anyone else it might seem an odd joke, but to Abby it lit her body on fire. *I thought u were fishing?*
*I’m around the corner. Come join me.*
*k. Give me 5*
Instant flood. If she’d been wearing panties they would be wet. As it was, Abby did her best to beg off of more movies, claiming prior plans. She went to her room and agonized over her choice of clothing.
*Is the heat on in your car?* she sent.
*Of course*
*Turn it up!*
Abby found a long coat which hung to her thighs, but didn’t change her attire in any other way. She’d need the car to be warm if she was going to meet her dad with bare legs, but she also wanted to bring him a treat. She debated wearing heels, but figured if her mom spotted her, she’d see right through it all. Abby chose white sneakers instead, with white ankle socks.
When she left the house a frigid wind blew right up her coat, hitting her overheated pussy and sending shivers everywhere else. She ran, trying to push the coat down around her legs to block the wind. It took maybe half a minute to run around the corner to where her dad was waiting in his car, but she was thoroughly chilled by the time she jumped in the passenger seat.
He had the heat on full blast, and when he saw her bare legs, he just raised his eyebrows and said, “Ah.”
He started driving, and Abby tried to warm up, lifting her coat to let the blower send hot air to her chilly pussy. The idea of meeting her dad like this was initially thrilling, but the cold weather and the reality of being in his car with a short skirt and no panties made it hard to keep her horny spirits up. She was starting to feel underdressed.
“Where are we going? What happened to your fishing trip?” she asked, trying to latch on to practical matters to distract from the awkward.
“The fishing trip was fake. I thought we could have some father/daughter time.”
“What about the sunscreen bit?”
“Oh, that was an autocorrect issue. I actually typed ‘Do you want to get kidnapped?'”
Abby laughed, and was rewarded with another of his stomach-flipping smiles. “So where are you taking your kidnappee?”
“I’m not sure. How decent are you under your coat?”
“Not very.”
He nodded and made a turn. “Motel it is, then. You can stay in the car while I check us in.”
Abby felt her heart skip a beat at the thought of being in a motel room alone with her dad. Her mind raced as she tried to imagine what they would do, while also not imagining what they would do because it made her face heat up.
He kept silent as he drove, apart from asking if she’d eaten lunch yet. The butterflies in her stomach would prevent any kind of eating, she knew, so she said she had. They soon arrived at the motel, and her dad went into the lobby to check them in. Abby stayed put, having warmed up and knowing she’d have to brave the cold air again to get to their room.
When he returned, key in hand, he drove his car down to the other end of the building, parking right in front of their door. He jumped out and unlocked the door, holding it open for Abby so she could sprint from car to room.
She barely felt the cold. Sitting down on the one bed in the room, she again felt the awkward space between her and her dad.
To his credit, her dad didn’t seem to feel it. He went to the heater and cranked it up, making sure heat was flowing before he took his coat off. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans combo, but the description didn’t do him justice. The shirt stuck to his chest, showing off his muscles. His jeans seemed to bulge in the right places, hinting at his manhood.
Abby shifted on the bed, and said, “Now what?”
“Can I take your coat?” he asked, holding out his hand.
It felt silly to say no, so she stood and stripped it off, handing it to him. He whistled when he saw her outfit.
“No wonder you wanted the heat. You wore that for me?”
“Um, I was already wearing it. Hank put on a staycation movie marathon, and this was my summer outfit. But I decided to keep wearing it for you!” she hastened to add.
His face brightened. “I cannot complain.” A short pause, then, “You seem nervous. Do you want to just lay down? I can give you a massage. We don’t have to do anything else, just hang out.”
Part of Abby wanted to take the olive branch, to chicken out and just spend some time in the room her dad had paid for. Another part of her was curious what he’d intended for their time here. Still another part of her was horny and wanted to get massaged.
Curiosity won out. “What do you want to do?” she asked.
“You truly want to know?” he asked.
Abby nodded.
He walked closer and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I’m thirsty. I want to see what’s under your skirt.”
He stood back up and Abby could only respond in one way. She took the hem of her skirt in both hands, lifting it slowly to reveal her lightly furred pussy. Her dad groaned at the sight.
“Oh, baby,” he said. He reached down and put his hands under her arms, easily lifting her and carrying her to the head of the bed. Laying her down, he put his hands on her hips and bent over, putting his face in her crotch. He sniffed deeply, before darting his tongue out to lick at her labia.
Abby was lost. She’d been wanting this for months now, but the last couple days she’d been especially horny. She needed her father’s face in her pussy, doing what he’d done so well the last time. Somehow, despite her father’s tongue playing with her clit, it occurred to Abby she was being selfish. Didn’t he deserve some pleasure too?
He was laying sideways on the bed. She let her skirt go with one hand in order to touch his groin, where a very obvious bulge had formed in his jeans. When she touched him, he flinched, but didn’t pull away. He lifted his head from her pussy and said, “It’s okay, baby, just lay back.”
“No, I want to,” she said. She fumbled at his button and zipper, but it was almost impossible to make headway with one hand. There was simply too much pressure. Adding her other hand, she got a grip on his button, pulling until it sprang free. Then she followed up by dragging his zipper down, revealing a hard rod lurking in his underwear.
“Abby -” he said.
“Ssh,” she commanded, tongue out as she pulled at his jeans, attempting to get them off his hips. “I want to see it.”
He sighed and stood up, saying, “Fine.” He helped her, shifting his stance to allow his jeans to be pulled down his legs.
Abby left them there, returning to the task at hand: getting her first sight of her father’s cock. Gripping his waistband at the front on either side of his bulge, she pulled it out and down until they joined his jeans.
She wasn’t prepared for it. She’d seen some cocks on the internet. She’d seen pictures. This was the real thing, in the flesh. It pulsed, bobbing proudly from his middle. His head bulged out from his shaft, purple and leaking fluid. His dark shaft had veins curling down the sides. His hairy sack dangled under it all, full and potent. This was a man’s cock; her father’s cock. It was ready for fucking.
Her astonished gaze must have betrayed her surprise, because he reached for her chin, redirecting her eyes up to his. “Hey. None of this is necessary. You can just lay back and enjoy my fingers and tongue.”
Somehow his words, despite their situation, still managed to make Abby’s face burn. She could feel her pussy slick and ready to be pleasured. She looked down at her father’s cock, and imagined he was feeling the same way.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked, reaching a tentative hand towards it. It was so purple, so hard, how could it not hurt?
“I’m fine. When we’re done, I’ll just relieve it…manually.”
“That hardly seems fair.” Mustering up her courage, Abby touched him there. “Oh!” she cried, when his dick reared like a nervous horse. She looked up at her dad, who smiled reassuringly.
“It does that,” he said.
She tried again, ready for it to move, taking it in her small hand. It was hot, and hard, the skin like velvet over steel. Running her hands up and down the first penis she’d ever touched, she felt an ache in her middle, as if needing to feel it in her. How could that be possible? She’d never had sex before, how could her body know what it needed?
As she watched, a stream of fluid spilled from the hole at the tip of him, running down his shaft and pooling at her thumb. It was slick and warm, making her thumb move like it had been lubricated.
“What is that?” she asked, running her thumb up and down, feeling how easily it moved.
Her dad groaned and said, “Precum. It’s to help things fit together.”
“Like when I get wet?”
He nodded.
“So I produce lubricant,” she said, shifting her pelvis. “And you produce lubricant.” Her thumb stroked him. “Is that for when the penis is bigger than the vagina?”
Her dad looked down at her, tilting his head. “What have they been teaching you in school? The penis is never bigger than the vagina. Sometimes it just takes a bit of work to get things properly prepared.”
It was Abby’s turn to tilt her head. “Dad. I’m pretty familiar with my kitty, and there is absolutely no way this – she gripped him – could fit in it.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“What on earth could you do to prepare my vagina for -” she gestured to his still straining cock.
He shrugged. “Lots of things. We’ve done a couple of them already.”
“There’s more?”
“Sure. Kissing, petting, smaller objects…”
“Kissing and cuddling.”
Her dad raised his eyebrows, and said, “Are you sure?”
The odd reality of laying on the bed, her skirt raised, and her dad with his pants around his ankles had started to intrude. She tugged at his shirt, trying to urge him to join her on the bed. He relented, kicking off his pants and underwear and crawling over her to lay next to her. It still felt weird, but less so. She tugged at his shirt.
“Can you take this off too?” she asked. He lifted up and pulled the thin garment off his chest in one movement. He lay down next to her. Him being naked, and her not, gave her a sense of power.
“Okay, I’m ready for my kiss.” She felt another rush of confidence. She’d kissed before, this was familiar waters. She watched as her dad grabbed the back of her head with one hand, pulling her to him. The sudden movement, along with the power of his strength surprised her, and she opened her mouth to gasp.
It was what he wanted. Her father planted a scorching kiss on her mouth, his lips and tongue capturing hers. She responded instantly, capitulating to his advance, letting him taste her. The rest of her reacted as well, her already primed puss flooding, her nipples tingling with need to feel his thick fingers pinch and pull them.
Abby whined in his mouth, wishing she was naked. She spread her legs, opening herself up to him. He must have felt her movement, for his hand soon cruised down her body, finding her oozing slit quivering and ready to be manhandled. She didn’t want gentle or tentative. She wanted him to take her, to make her his. When he didn’t, she thrust her hips up, urging him to take possession.
After a bit of her impotent writhing, she felt his middle finger press into her crease, contacting her clit, and she cried out. Too sensitive. She clamped her legs together again, still kissing her father, tongues acting out predator and prey scenarios.
Heart pounding, Abby pushed on his chest, breaking their kiss. “I want to try something,” she said, pushing him on his back.
“I don’t think -”
“That’s okay, this doesn’t require thinking.”
Abby sat up on her knees next to her naked father and examined the cock thrusting from him. Even more lube was leaking from him now. She leaned over him, ignoring the groaned ‘Abby’. Close up, she could smell the musk of him, the manly scent of his cock and balls. Placing one tiny hand at his base, she pulled him up. He was hard.
Fearing the taste, Abby stuck her tongue out and lapped at the fluid seeping from his slit. To her surprise it was a bit salty and a bit sweet, but not unpleasant. It landed on her tongue in a way like nothing else. She took another lick, gathering more of his precum. When it proved just as tasty, she ventured to open her mouth and wrap her lips over his crown.
“Oh, fuck, Abby,” he said. She felt his hand hovering over her head, and used her other hand to give him permission. He could hold her while she was like this. He ran his fingers through her hair, gripping momentarily before letting go.
The brief clutch at her head sent a thrill through her, as it had forced more of him into her mouth. Abby wasn’t sure if she was up to taking all of him in, but wanted to try for more. She opened her jaw wide, using the motion to naturally draw more of her father’s cock into her mouth. His flavour was on her tongue and in the back of her throat. She swallowed a few times, readying herself to try for more.
With a sudden shove, she forced her head down on him, feeling his head enter her throat. Tears sprang up in her eyes and saliva flooded her mouth, but she didn’t gag. Hand on his shaft, she could tell she’d only managed to take half of him in.
Backing up, Abby tightened her lips around his shaft as he emerged.
“Tongue,” he groaned.
Sensing he was close, Abby rubbed her tongue back and forth on him, bobbing her head, stroking with her hand. Anything she could do to make him feel good. It seemed to work, as he groaned and she felt his dick thicken in her mouth. What?
Suddenly she was drowning.
Coughing and gagging, she pulled away from his spitting dick as jets of his stuff hit the back of her throat. Unable to do anything else, Abby spit it all up on his belly, a sea of semen forming in his belly button. Hacking, she could only keel over, putting her head on his chest. His hand was on her, stroking her hair as she continued to cough.
“Wrong pipe,” she croaked.
“Are you okay?” he asked, continuing to stroke her hair.
She nodded, still coughing. When she had recovered enough to be able to breathe without hacking up a lung, Abby lay on her dad’s chest, feeling her cheeks burn with shame.
“Hey,” he said, urging her to lift her head and look at him.
She did, but kept her head low, trying to put her hair between them. She didn’t feel very sexy or confident anymore.
“Don’t worry about it.” He tucked her hair away to see her face. “I don’t often come from just a blowjob. You did great.”
“Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“I’d say ‘ask your mom’, but I don’t think it would go over well. I can count on one hand the number of times she has gotten me to come with her mouth, and she is a very talented woman.”
It did make her feel better, but she had to put her head back down on his chest. “How long do we have the room?” she asked.
“11am tomorrow.”
“Can we get something to eat? I’d like to stay here with you tonight.”
“Absolutely.”
They did so, Abby navigating the same cold run to the car after he got it nice and warm. They went to a fast-food place out of the way, eating in the parking lot. As the gross end to their encounter faded, Abby found herself more and more proud of her performance.
“You swear you don’t normally come from a blowjob?” she asked, mid-meal.
He smiled and said, “I swear.”
She smiled back, her heart filling at the compliment.
After the food, he took her to a movie, some rom com cheesy flick. After, they went back to their love grotto, as Abby coined it.
“Love grotto?” he asked after she proclaimed the new title.
“Your tongue-love, my grotto,” she said, gesturing to her crotch. “You’re going to make me come on your tongue. I don’t think I can handle your dick.”
He laughed and said, “Love grotto it is.”
Back in the room, he laid her down on the bed, took her clothes off and made love to her puss with his mouth. After one orgasm, with her thinking it was done, he gave her another, and then another. They fell asleep on the bed together, legs entwined, his hand on her tit.
The next morning the spell seemed to have broken. Abby put her skimpy clothes back on, feeling exposed despite her coming on his mouth just hours ago. When they were both ready to go, he arranged to drop her off a block away, so she’d get back to the house after him.
It was the best night of her life, but she felt really odd about it. Should she feel good? Bad? Evil? She didn’t want to think about it or talk to anyone, and retreated to her room, making sure her mom didn’t see her still wearing her outfit from the staycation. In her room, stripping off her skimpy clothes, Abby felt more like a woman than ever before in her life. She’d been naked with a man, even if it was her dad.
The following weeks were manageable, but awkward. Abby was having a hard time navigating her feelings for her father, but she managed it by not thinking too hard.
One thing she did think about was his assertion his dick would fit in her. It seemed impossible. One evening, when extra horny, she was playing with herself and a brush handle. There was pain and a little blood, but after the handle felt pretty good.
She assumed a real cock would feel better.
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Christmas came, and Abby wasn’t interested. Her dad always did this big thing with dressing up as Santa with presents for the tree and sitting on his knee, and everything. Last year she had felt too old for it. This year she felt like she’d be fighting not to kiss him.
Thankfully her dad decided this was the year for him to pass the dress-up thing onto Hank. Abby assumed her dorky brother would enjoy it.
Christmas Eve developed as normal, until the afternoon hit, and Abby heard her mom yell out, “Cranberry!”
“What” her dad yelled from the living room.
“You forgot cranberry!” she yelled.
“No, I didn’t. It wasn’t on the list!”
“Yes, it was!”
Abby heard grumbling and then some chatter in the kitchen before footsteps approached her door.
“Hey, you up for a scavenger hunt on Christmas Eve?” came her dad’s voice through her door.
It was that, or deal with Hank trying to be Santa. She’d take scavenger hunt. “Sure!” She jumped up and threw open the door, to see her dad there, a huge shit-eating grin on his face.
“What?” she asked.
“The cranberry was on the list, I already got some. We’re going out.”
“Okay,” she said. As she followed him to the door, to put on coats and boots, Abby felt a warm glow forming in her pelvis. A hint of anticipation for pleasure.
Her mother was there to say goodbye. “Don’t come back without it. You may need to check several stores. Text me when you get it, so I can stop worrying.”
A weird thing to worry about. Abby nodded, “Will do.”
Father and daughter headed out into the cold, piling into his car. “If we have cranberries already, where are we headed?” she asked, knowing the answer.
He looked over and grinned. “The motel.”
Abby felt herself prime in an instant. It had been over a month since they’d first gone there, but it rarely left her thoughts. The horrible end to her blowjob had been wiped away by her father’s oral skills.
He already had a key, and parked in the same spot as before, running to usher her into the room even though she was dressed properly this time. Taking off their outer layers felt like a sexy preamble, coats and boots flying.
When they got to their inner layers, Abby didn’t feel like wasting time and kept disrobing. Shirt, pants, socks, bra and panties all flew from her fingers. When her dad saw what she was doing he followed suit and soon they were naked.
Abby had never been properly naked in front of him before. Her breasts heaved on her chest, nipples hard pebbles. She’d shaved her pubes since he last saw, and she could see his appreciation. In more ways than one.
Abby took in his rock-hard cock, pointing to her middle and felt a little apprehensive once again. He was thick and long.
“Kiss me,” she husked.
They crashed together, bare skin on bare skin, her mouth open for his possession. He took her, tongue chasing hers and lips crushed against hers. She swooned to feel him against her, his hot cock pressed into her belly.
He’d said any cock could fit in her vagina, she just needed preparation. Today, she felt like she could take all of him, head, shaft, and all. She hungered to have him in her.
“Get on the bed,” she ordered.
He did, dragging her with him. When he sat down, the bed creaking under him, she straddled him, feeling his hot shaft brush her labia.
“Wait,” he said.
“You think I’m going to let you get away without trying to fit this inside of me?” she growled.
“Well, Abby, actually -”
“Quiet!” She was ready. Her pussy ached to be filled by his love shaft.
Pushing him back, she crouched over his middle, looking down to where his column pointed to the sky.
“Baby,” he tried again.
“Hsssst!” Abby took hold of him, marveling at his rigidity. She pointed him up, positioning him at her entrance. When his head had lodged in her opening, she let go of her leg muscles, letting her weight do the work.
“Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned at the feel of him slowly spreading her open. She hadn’t been ready. He was way too big; he was going to split her open. No! She was doing this. Lifting up a bit, she tried again, pushing down, feeling her vagina stretch open even further. Grunting and straining, she crowed in triumph and a bit of pain when his head popped into her.
Oh fuck, she was full. She looked at the length of him under her, still unfucked. Could he fit? Huffing and puffing, Abby lifted and pushed down, trying to fit more of him in her. An inch was all she got for her efforts.
Stymied, she looked up at her dad for help. He smiled and rolled them both over, not giving up the progress she’d made.
Now on her back, Abby spread her legs as wide as she could to let her dad do his thing.
“Hey,” he said, pulling her attention to his face. “Eyes on me.”
She nodded, and watched his face as he settled between her thighs, his weight on her hips. It helped, but to her alarm, he pulled back, almost to where he was out of her. She’d worked so hard to get that far!
“Sshhhh,” he whispered.
Abby’s mouth dropped open, her eyes wide, as she felt him begin to push. Abby didn’t have the weight or the leverage. Her father did. She felt herself open up for him, her vagina stretching and spreading. Every inch was an added dimension of fullness but she welcomed it. As he sank into her, their combined lubrication easing the way, Abby knew she would never need another cock again in her life. This was it, this was her cock.
When he was fully seated within her, he took a pause to ask her, “All good?”
“More than good. My god, fuck me father, I need it,” she said, her eyes meeting his.
He nodded and commenced to fuck her. It wasn’t a gentle act, nor a tentative one. She asked to get fucked. Pulling out, he plunged back in, the feeling of being full returning in full force. When he was fully in her, buried to the hilt, she couldn’t think of anything else. When he pulled away, she cried out, lamenting the loss of his wondrous prick.
When he hit her full force, she could feel him touch something in her, his tip hitting an unyielding barrier. It was so fleeting but she wanted to feel it more. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to get as much of him in her as she could.
Her father roared in response, thrusting his cock into her so deep she felt him hit her barrier again. Having him deep inside of her, stretching her little pussy with his thick cock was unlike anything Abby had imagined. Her body was made to take cock, but this was the perfect cock. Her mind blanked of any thought but being full of her daddy.
“So tight,” he grunted, then he came. It was like watching a force of nature, as his muscles tensed, his hips pressed against hers and she felt her inner barrier poked. He got thicker somehow and then she could feel his rhythmic pulsing as her dad delivered load after load deep into her.
“Oh Daddy,” she whispered as she felt him come inside of her. Abby couldn’t think of anything except her father emptying himself deep in her vagina, washing her barrier in slippery, slimy semen. It felt heavenly.
When he collapsed on her, drained, she managed to roll him to the side, moving with him to keep him in her as she rolled on top. He lay there, breathing heavily, sweat prickling his chest. It felt surreal to have him still in her, her big strong daddy between her thighs. She watched as he cupped one of her boobs, squeezing it softly, his rough thumb stroking her nipple.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, laying down on his chest, pressing her breasts against him. She wanted to feel him in her as long as she could, but even now he wasn’t as thick. As he softened, the feeling of fullness gradually dissipated until she felt him drop out of her vagina, and a pool of his fluids followed.
“Was it okay, baby?” he asked.
“It was wonderful,” she replied. “Merry Christmas to us. I know we have to get back with the ‘cranberries’, but if you have any energy to lick me down there, that would be okay.”
He did, after a few minutes, have the energy. Abby found herself on her back, coming on her dad’s tongue once again, loving every second of it. She’d be coming on his cock soon, she vowed.
Cleaning up in the shower, father and daughter took extra time to make sure everywhere was lathered and rinsed. Abby made sure her dad’s hands were on every inch of her breasts and nipples, while she made sure to explore his length with both hands, lamenting the lack of time to do more.
Before leaving the motel room, she kissed him and said, “You have to promise we’ll do that again very soon.”
“Pumpkin, we shouldn’t have gone as far as we did.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” she said, batting her eyes at him.
“No, you didn’t,” he said, granting her another of his special smiles.
During the drive home, Abby went over the encounter in her mind. Everything about it was new and exciting and made her tingle all over, especially the end. She had loved it, but it begged a question.
“Um, Daddy, why did you finish in me without asking? What if it was the wrong time for me?”
“I would never do anything unsafe for you. I know when it’s the right time.”
“How?”
“The app your mom uses to track her cycle shows when it’s safe. You two have been in sync for years.”
“Oh. That makes sense.” Abby felt oddly disappointed that he knew she was safe right now. She knew it, but him knowing it as well took away a certain naughty spice to the thought he might have finished in her when she was…open for business.
They rejoined her mom and Hank who were waiting for the other half of the family to resume the normal Christmas traditions. Hank didn’t go through with the Santa costume but that was okay. The only lap Abby wanted to be on was her dad’s. A new Christmas tradition?
In the weeks following, Abby yearned to be with her dad, but knew it wasn’t as easy as just going to the motel. She tried to just be around him as much as she could.