Am I Strong Enough to Say No ( pt 1 )

This is my first gear attempt at writing a tarradiddle. It is totally made up, and hopefully offends no one. IF it does, just exit out and await for another narration to take. If I get positive feedback, I will end Pt 2 and maybe more. PLEASE, no rude remark, or postings for claw ups. Thanks….

offset let me point out, I do n't look at myself as a pervert, goliath, or such. I am a convention married father of a rattling daughter of 16. The job is when it comes to sex, I have no willpower.
Usually that is not a problem. I love my wife, and quell faithful to her. I drive a motortruck over the road so except for the lot lounge lizard ( which I would NEVER feeling ) have limited touch with females. No, the problem started one night when I was in and me and my wife had just finished a round of love making. Laying there talking she brought up the subject that our daughter, Debbie, had told her that she felt like she did n't know me because I was gone 2 weeks at a clock time class in and twelvemonth out.
I have felt bad about that for years and told her, but, we needed the money to subsist on and it paid better than anything I could do locally. Plus, I was 45 years old, and that's a little to old to commence another career. That's when the turkey shell hit. Smiling, she told me that Debbie wanted to hinge on with me this summer instead of staying home and expenditure her summer with her booster at the topical anaesthetic consortium every day. I started to protest but my pointed out that she would like it too. That our daughter was at the age of discovering son and their `` wants '' and that if she was on the hand truck with me, that she could n't see any son and that it would also give me a chance to bond with her again. Yes, the beginning of the end for me ....

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1st of June I was in loading the truck, you have to have a place for everything and I had to build more room for Deb ( she hated Debbie now ). I was standing in front of the hokum trying to figure out where I was gon na move things from the top hokum where I used the space as storage when Deb climbed in with her first bag. Asking what I was doing, I explained to her that the top bunk was hers for the summer and I needed to exonerate it up. Looking around she said why not we both just use the tush bunk. I laughed and said for starters, it would n't appear right, and plus, her mom might not like that and laughed. She thought for a mo, looking around, and said, she would n't assure mom, and no one else would get it on so unless I was a perv, what was the big deal, that it looked like we needed the infinite on the bunk for storage. I told her I was no perv and that sealed it. She threw her bag on the top, got down ad got another and did the same, then grasped her pillow and mantle and said she was ready. Looking out at the house and wishing my married woman was household from work and had a moment of sanity and would secern Deb that she would neglect her friends and lose out on summertime at the pool was a fleeting dream. Sighing, I fired up the hand truck and backed out of the drive. It was gon na be a long summer.

We picked up my load and fate had it, we were heading for CA. Deb was excited. number 1 thing she did was ask would we see the beach, Laughing I told her there where not many road for motortruck near the beach. She looked dispirit, and said she was hoping to see a beach, and even brought her swim wooing. I laughed and said sorry. She said she at least wanted a tan which I showed her my left arm and said I got one. She groaned and reached over and hit my arm grinning.
After 11 hrs of intemperately running, we pulled into the Flying J in Mae West Memphis TN. Shutting the truck off, Deb stretched and asked what now ? I told her we go in, shower, eat, and then bed time. That in 10 hrs we roll again. She grabbed her bag, and we walked in. When getting the cascade slate, she leaned close and asked if we had to part a shower ? Laughing I told her no, I had course credit on my bill of fare and we each got one. Explaining to her that each time I fueled up I got a shower credit entry. She smirked and said cool. Then asked what happens if we ran out. I patted her on the back of the forefront and said here, handed her ticket, and showed her the monitor with her telephone number and shower phone number and pointed her in the flop direction. While I was showering I thought, yea, what IF I ran out. Mental SLAP. Where did THAT come from ?

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Deb looked at herself while undressing in the shower room. At 16 she was developing nicely she thought. 5'6 140 lbs and as she pressed her breasts up, smiled. 36C. She thought they was the estimable part of her body. She felt she needed to fall back about 25lbs to be as hot as the popular girls where at school. Oh well, maybe this summer she could fall behind it. It was one of the understanding she did n't mind riding with her dad all summer. Although she had brought her washup suit in hopes of a beach day, she did n't want the guys she knew seeing her in a two-piece. Strangers where dissimilar. Grabbing her razor and shampoo, she stepped into the exhibitioner and washed herself. When she was done, she shaved her legs, and for a second, looked at her piece of whisker between her stage. smiling, she decided why not, no one will see out here, and lathered it up and shaved it all off ( like the other missy she had seen in the showers after gym ). Feeling it afterwards she smiled, thinking this feel good.

Drying off, she got dressed and not thinking, put on a pair of thong panties, and no bra by habit. It was what she was sleeping in lately. That and an old tee shirt. Waling out to the TV room to hold back for her dad, she found him already out there, playing a plot in the little room besides it. Uh huh, gambling she laughed, and he spun around looking at her knowing he was busted. ( His wife hated gambling, but he loved it ) Grinning, he said NOPE, rule # 1, what happens on the route stays on the route. Deb smiled and they grabbed their bags and went to eat.

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After eating while walking back to the truck, Deb thought that this was n't so bad. The showers where big and clean, and eating out every day would be a delicacy. Climbing into the truck, her dad pulled the curtain around the window so that no one could see inside. And put their bags up. Scratching his question, he said that he guessed that they would just wrench away while each former changed for bed. Then he said something that made her joke, he forgot his sweat drawers to kip in so he would let to slumber in a pair of pants. Since he didn't need to change them, he stood up, and faced the front and told her to change for bed. When she started undressing, she realized SHE had forgotten her sleeping shirt too. She told her dad and asked if one of his would be ok. He told her I guess, but would they shroud everything. She shrugged and said Hope so ( she was thinking of WHY in the reality did she wear a thong now lol ) after putting on a shirt of his, barely covering her ass, and tight on her pectus, she climbed into the backrest of the bunk, he turned off the nonsensicality lights and climbed in. Man this is tight she mumbled, to which he told her that they should have made room on the top bunk. `` Naa '' she told him, it would be ok, as long as they lay on their slope. Soon they both had drifted off to kip.

About 3 in the morning, I had to pee, so I got up quietly and pulled out the embrasure a potty I had made using an oil changing jug from Wal-Mart and the chems used in a port wine a potty so no flavour. making as petty noise as potential I drained my bladder and, turning around, started to crawl back into bed when I noticed in the short light from the window snaking in my daughter, facing the back, her bare looking ass ( took me a min to comment the minuscule strip of cloth from the lash ! ) All I could do was face, and think WOW, my sister's grown up nicely. Getting back in bed now with a hard on, I faced the front and tried to micturate it go away so I could go back to log Z's. I must have because next thing I know, its break of day, and Deb is starting to make a motion a picayune like she does when waking up. trouble is, I had rolled over, and spooned her in the dark and now, and my break of day wood was right wing up against her naked ass ! Sliding ever so slightly, I moved back, and rolled over and PRAYED she did n't awaken up and feel it. After what seemed the likes of 30 min, she rolled over and threw her arm around me and said morning time dad. Whew, I dodged the bullet.

WOW thought Deb. He got a woody from looking at my ass. As very much as it should feature made her sick, she couldn't believe it made her slightly horny. Luckily he didn't notice me awake or it would have been so awkward. Smiling to herself, she didn't even bill when she put on a tee-shirt with no bra on today. Now why did I do that she thought when they was sitting up front and getting quick to twine. Oh well she thought and looked out the window as a new day dawned .