Scott watched his nineteen-year-old daughter hurry down the ramp with all the other arrivals. God, he’d forgotten how beautiful she was, svelte and blonde. Her mom’s Swedish genes.
“Marnie!”
Her brown eyes–Scott’s contribution to her genetics–lit up. “Dad!”
“Hey, sweetie, it’s been a while.”
Marnie laughed and hugged him. “You ready to party?”
“Always, baby girl. Did you finally decide on a swimsuit?”
“Brought all three,” she said wryly.
Scott’s thoughts drifted back to that morning. He’d woken up to pictures of his daughter in three different bikinis accompanied by a text that read: which one do you like best? Why would she send him those pictures at 2:35 in the morning, knowing he’d wake up to her bare ass hanging out of a black thong bikini? Freaking out, he’d paused to masturbate a little before freaking out again.
Not that he’d masturbated to his daughter’s photos. They just happened to be open on his phone while he took care of his morning wood, tugging his cock fully awake, stroking its thick, throbbing length until he blew.
The white bikini flattered her figure, but the black was his favorite. It gave her an adorable little camel toe that he’d love to lick up and down and all around, first over her bikini bottom, then on her bare–
Well, not hers. A different girl. Marnie’s age, but not Marnie. Although, how good would it feel to bury his turgid cock deep in a pussy he–
Play it cool. He glanced at Marnie as he walked her to his car, saw her smile warmly at him.
God, this weekend was going to be torture.
…
“Well, we’re home,” Scott said, opening the door for Marnie. “I cleaned your room out so you can settle right in.”
“Thank god,” she moaned. “I’m exhausted.” She glanced down at her phone. “Jesus, I can’t believe it’s already one in the morning.”
“Doesn’t help that we stopped for French fries and shakes on the way.”
“I’m gonna change into my pjs. Is it ok if I smoke out back?”
“You smoke now?”
“Weed,” she said with a shrug. “For anxiety. I have a prescription you can check, dad.”
Scott shook his head. “No need. I was gonna go smoke out by the pool myself. Helps with the leg pain.”
Marnie began to dig through her suitcase. “Your legs are still hurting? I thought they were all healed up. It’s been three months.”
“Yeah, well, muscles atrophy when you can’t walk for six weeks. I have a masseuse but she’s been out of town the past month.”
“That’ll teach you to freeclimb Half Dome. You’re lucky you only made it twenty feet before you fell.”
“Hey, I landed weird.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m changing. Then we can go smoke.” Marnie gave him a secretive look and muttered, “I managed to slip some matanuska thunder fuck through TSA.”
“Well then. It’s a date.”
Marnie shooed him away. “Go.”
They both climbed the stairs. Scott turned right and Marnie went left. On a whim, Scott left his door slightly ajar and slipped out of his clothes. Through the crack in the door, he could see into Marnie’s room. She’d left her door open too. He watched as she pulled her shirt over her head, mouth going dry when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.
He saw the soft, pale curves of her breasts, caught a glimpse of her small, pink nipples before she slipped into an oversized t-shirt. Her leggings came off, baring her legs, but the shirt covered everything else.
Marnie pulled on the shortest pair of shorts Scott had ever seen and glanced his way. He ducked behind the door.
“You ready, dad?”
“Yup!” Scott came out of his room in his usual nightly attire: loose boxers and a cotton undershirt.
“Hey,” Marnie greeted him.
Up close, he could see the points of her nipples poking through her shirt. He wanted to roll those between his fingers.
She popped open a bright green plastic tube and pulled two joints from inside. “Here.”
Scott took the joint she offered with a nod. “Come on. Let’s go outside.”
They sat by the pool and watched airplanes circling in their traffic patterns like hawks. Scott let his feet dangle in the cool water. Marnie sat cross-legged beside him and lit her joint first, then his.
“Thanks.” Scott took a drag and sighed out a billow of smoke. “Hey, that’s not bad.”
Marnie smiled at him. “Right?” She shifted a little. Scott’s eyes dropped down to her shorts. He froze for a moment.
Her shorts had gapped, leaving most of her pussy on full display, bare skin tinted blue in the light from the pool. Did she shave or wax? And why did she do it? Was his little girl having sex? How did those pussy lips feel stretched around a fat cock?
Oh dear god, what was he thinking?
“What?” Marnie cocked her head with a curious smile and blew out a stream of smoke.
“Oh, nothing.” Scott hastily glanced away, shifting to hide the bulge that had begun to grow in the front of his boxers. “Damn, this is strong stuff.”
“I told you so.”
They smoked in companionable silence. Scott looked at her from time to time, appreciating the shape of her body, the beautiful young woman she’d become. Fatherly pride wasn’t the only thing that swelled in him, especially when he caught her sneaking furtive glances at him as well.
No. No. No. That was his imagination. He was high. He was so fucking high.
“Let’s go inside,” he said. “I’m getting chilly.”
“Yep.” Marnie ground out her joint and flicked it in the trash as she walked inside.
Scott followed, groaning a little at the sharp pain in his feet, like they’d fallen asleep.
She turned. “You all right?”
“Yeah.” He slid the backdoor closed. “My legs are just acting up a little, that’s all.”
“Well why don’t I massage them?”
“What?” Scott laughed in disbelief, but his dick twitched eagerly at the thought.
“You said your masseuse is out of town. I’ll be your masseuse.”
“Sweetie, I…”
“Come on. You won’t sleep well if they hurt tonight, and then we won’t be able to do anything fun tomorrow.”
She made a good, rational case. “You’re right, honey. There’s almond oil on the bathroom counter.”
“Ok, I gotta pee anyway.”
Scott lay facedown on his bed and listened to Marnie just down the hall. Soon she’d join him, touch him. God, the anticipation nearly killed him.
“Couldn’t find almond, but I found coconut.”
“That works.”
“All right, let’s start with those feet.” Her hands, warm and soft, squeezed his foot.
“Ohh,” Scott groaned. “That’s good.”
“Close your eyes. Relax.”
He melted in her hands, lost in each long, firm stroke. First just his feet. Then his calves. Then up his thighs, just to the hem of his boxers.
“You’re really good at this, sweetie.”
“It’s helping?”
“Oh, it’s helping.”
She pushed her hands up his legs, bending over him, breasts brushing against his feet with each stroke.
Suddenly, Marnie slapped his ass cheeks.
He let out a startled yelp. “What was that?”
“Sorry,” she giggled. “Look who’s spanking who now.”
His cock throbbed between him and the bed. “Come on, Marnie, knock it off.”
“Ok, ok. Roll over, let’s get the front.”
Hesitantly, Scott rolled, hastily covering the damp spot on the front of his boxers with a pillow. “Do your worst.”
Again, Marnie started low and worked her way up, each stroke higher than the last, until she began to push his boxers up. It was all he could do to keep himself from moaning. Her fingers climbed up and gave him a little tickle at the top of his hips. She did this a couple of times.