Am I Strong Enough to Say No ( pt4 )


She felt her dad get back in the bunk. She didn't know what to think. She knew she smelt of being extremely wet. A person with a head coldness could smell out that. But, he didn't say anything. He did stay put up front for a long meter. She wondered what he was thinking. There were so many confusing thoughts going threw her head. She knew what she was dreaming and thinking was so wrongly. Wrong enough that if anyone ever found out, she would be taken away from her dad forever. That scared the hell out of her. But, on the former mitt, she couldn't deny that she actually wanted to hit love to her dad. Wait, she thought, I thought make passion, not just birth sex ? Am I in love with my dad in a way other than as a dad ? Why did she need to cry about it, but, felt so giddy at the thought of it ? She lay there for about an hour, waiting for her dad to go back to catch some Z's. One thing she did need was expiration. When he started breathing heavily she knew he was out. Slowly, she pushed her shorts down just go across her rosehip. She took her script and lightly started tracing her fingertips around her mound. Slowly working her way to her sensitive clit. She wanted to stir it, but was afraid she would moan out if she did right off. She was that horny. Softly she started rubbing herself slowly, ever so often going lower and sliding her finger into her wet canal. Without realizing it, she had raised her shirt and was tweaking her mamilla. Running her finger's breadth there over them and tracing Mexican valium around her knocker. Then it happened, it started building faster than she anticipated. She guessed it was where she was laying following to her dad and the boot of it. She started to thrill, then moan, and couldn't stop. In her mind she didn't care if he woke up it was so intense.
Slowly, she stopped moving and laid there panting. Then, she heard something that changed her life."Deb, was it that sound ?"

Her dad wasn't asleep. He was just laying there thinking of his daughter and what all had happened trying to put it all in a way to deny everything and prove it was all in his head. When he felt the bunk slightly move he lay as still as he could, faking sleep. His daughter was masturbating right behind him. Her aroma reached his nose substantial this metre and his hard on returned. Also, his rational thought was working its way out of his chief. When he heard her moan"dad"again, this time clearly, rationality went all out the window. With his last bit of will, he laid there and let her finish. Then, he rolled over and looked into her eyes. The look of veneration, and something else, love maybe, was there in her tearing up center."babe, don't cry"he told her. She just lowered her heart and mumbled"bad ”."Why ? Why are you regretful Deb ?"“ OMG dad, you just listened to me frig my self. And you know why else"“ I heard. But, sister, I I I love you too. I know its wrong and you will hate me and I will go to put behind bars but.."“ Daddy, you love me too ? Not as your daughter but real love ?"“ Yeah, I guess I do Deb. You're such a lovely char now I just can't supporter it. Or deny it."“ Me too. Oh dad what can we do ?"He thought for a min, and then hugged her. Not a fatherly hug but one where he let his workforce runs down her back. Then over her firm ass. And he held her like that. After what seemed like a long time, she pulled back. Looking at him she rose up, and pulled her shirt off. Then she reached and pushed down her shorts and scanty again, and kicked them off."papa, make love to me"“ Are you for sure Deb ? Right now we are just talking, and maybe a little more, but we can stop here. Once we make make out, there is no turning back. What is done is done. I don't want to scar you for spirit and maybe go to jail later if you have regrets. Are you sure ?"She reached over and put her hand in his Boxer and grabbed his hard penis."Yes I am sure enough and so are you"she giggled.

He sat up and removed his Boxer. And leaned over and kissed her. Not like a father's buss but lovers. Then raising back up he scooted down and spread her leg. With a grin she couldn't see he lowered his back talk to her soaked snatch. The flavour was like no other. He lightly flicked his natural language over her still sensitive button and brought chill to her. Laying her header back, Deb mentation of nothing, but let herself go with the beloved she was overwhelmed with.


The next morning, they awoke. Both laid there for a long time saying zero. Just holding each other. Thoughts uncountable where going threw both their capitulum. Both had one vernacular thought, love. Neither knew where this would lead. Both where scared. But when Deb spoke, she spoke as a lover, and now a kept woman, and not a lilliputian girl or daughter."I don't want to hurt mom"“ I know, neither do I so what do we do ?"“ We don't get caught DUH"she said as she punched him in the arm."I do recognize one thing, I want to stay out a little farseeing than 2 calendar week if its ok with you Deb"Grinning, she snuggled up to him and said"ok, but, can we get a motel a few times, this hokum reeks"

As they pulled out of the truck quit that dawn, Deb picked up her earpiece and noticed an msg. All it said was"See what you started"and"LMAO ”. It was from Angie.



I hope you all like how I changed mode at the end. Unlike some I try to learn as I go along. And, as suggested, I left out the other aspect of the floor, but, left an opening for a different story ancestry and different panache of writing. I did not go into a really computer graphic long sex picture at the end because I want you to use your minds to cease the night in your head. Sometime what we think happened is way better than what is on the screen or in a book or motion-picture show. I might get more of a story of Deb and her dad, but not right now. I want to really put an effort into my next try and not just crowd it out on an outline. Thanks all.

forebear