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.