Am I Strong Enough to Say No ( pt 1 )

This is my first effort at writing a story. It is totally made up, and hopefully offends no one. IF it does, just exit out and look for another chronicle to read. If I get prescribed feedback, I will fetch up Pt 2 and maybe more. PLEASE, no rude remark, or postings for hook ups. Thanks….

First let me point out, I do n't expect at myself as a degenerate, devil, or such. I am a normal married father of a terrific daughter of 16. The trouble is when it comes to sex, I have no willpower.
Usually that is not a problem. I love my wife, and stay faithful to her. I drive a truck over the route so except for the lot lizard ( which I would NEVER touch ) have limited contact with females. No, the problem started one night when I was in and me and my wife had just finished a round of making love fashioning. Laying there talking she brought up the case 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 time yr in and year out.
I have felt bad about that for yr and told her, but, we needed the money to live on and it paid better than anything I could do locally. Plus, I was 45 twelvemonth old, and that's a petty to old to start another career. That's when the bomb shell hit. Smiling, she told me that Debbie wanted to ride with me this summer instead of staying home and expenditure her summertime with her supporter at the local pool 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 boys and their `` wants '' and that if she was on the truck with me, that she could n't see any boy and that it would also have me a prospect to bond with her again. Yes, the offset of the end for me ....

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1st of June I was in loading the truck, you have to have a position for everything and I had to make more elbow room for Deb ( she hated Debbie now ). I was standing in front of the meaninglessness trying to figure out where I was gon na move thing from the top bunk where I used the space as computer storage when Deb climbed in with her first of all bag. Asking what I was doing, I explained to her that the top bunk was hers for the summer and I needed to brighten it up. Looking around she said why not we both just use the bottom bunk. I laughed and said for fledgeling, it would n't seem right, and plus, her mom might not wish that and laughed. She thought for a here and now, looking around, and said, she would n't tell mom, and no one else would eff so unless I was a perv, what was the big deal, that it looked like we needed the blank 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 quick. Looking out at the house and wishing my married woman was household from work and had a moment of sanity and would tell Deb that she would miss her friends and mislay out on summertime at the pool was a fugitive pipe dream. Sighing, I fired up the motortruck and backed out of the drive. It was gon na be a long summer.

We picked up my shipment and portion had it, we were heading for CA. Deb was excited. First thing she did was ask would we see the beach, Laughing I told her there where not many route for hand truck near the beach. She looked dejected, and said she was hoping to see a beach, and even brought her swim suit. I laughed and said sorry. She said she at to the lowest degree 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 laborious running, we pulled into the Flying J in 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 ticket, she leaned close and asked if we had to share a exhibitioner ? Laughing I told her no, I had credits on my poster and we each got one. Explaining to her that each time I fueled up I got a shower credit. She smirked and said cool. Then asked what happens if we ran out. I patted her on the back of the psyche and said here, handed her ticket, and showed her the reminder with her identification number and shower number and pointed her in the redress 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 bath elbow 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 C. H. Best region of her body. She felt she needed to lose about 25lbs to be as hot as the popular girls where at school. Oh well, maybe this summertime she could lose it. It was one of the reasons she did n't listen riding with her dad all summer. Although she had brought her bathing suit in hope of a beach day, she did n't want the guys she knew seeing her in a bikini. stranger where unlike. Grabbing her razor and shampoo, she stepped into the rain shower and washed herself. When she was done, she shaved her legs, and for a secondment, looked at her patch of hair between her legs. smiling, she decided why not, no one will see out here, and lathered it up and shaved it all off ( like the early miss she had seen in the showers after gym ). Feeling it afterwards she smiled, thinking this palpate near.

Drying off, she got dressed and not thinking, put on a pair of G-string step-in, 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 expect for her dad, she found him already out there, playing a game in the trivial room besides it. Uh huh, gambling she laughed, and he spun around looking at her knowing he was busted. ( His wife hated play, but he loved it ) Grinning, he said NOPE, principle # 1, what happens on the road stays on the road. Deb smiled and they grabbed their suitcase 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 goody. Climbing into the truck, her dad pulled the pall around the windowpane so that no one could see inside. And put their bags up. Scratching his promontory, he said that he guessed that they would just ferment away while each other changed for bed. Then he said something that made her laugh, he forgot his sweat short pants to sleep in so he would have to sleep in a duo of pants. Since he didn't need to change them, he stood up, and faced the forepart 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 cover everything. She shrugged and said Leslie Townes Hope so ( she was thinking of WHY in the world did she wear out a G-string now lol ) after putting on a shirt of his, barely covering her ass, and tight on her chest, she climbed into the backbone of the bunkum, he turned off the hokum lights and climbed in. Man this is soused she mumbled, to which he told her that they should possess made room on the top berth. `` Naa '' she told him, it would be ok, as long as they lay on their sides. Soon they both had drifted off to sleep.

About 3 in the morning, I had to pee, so I got up quietly and pulled out the interface a commode I had made using an oil changing jug from Wal-Mart and the chems used in a port a potty so no smells. making as little noise as possible I drained my vesica and, turning around, started to crawl back into bed when I noticed in the little illumination from the window snaking in my daughter, facing the vertebral column, her bare looking ass ( took me a min to find the small strip of cloth from the thong ! ) All I could do was look, and believe WOW, my infant's grown up nicely. Getting back in bed now with a hard on, I faced the movement and tried to shit it go away so I could go back to catch some Z's. I must have because next thing I know, its morning, and Deb is starting to proceed a petty like she does when waking up. job is, I had rolled over, and spooned her in the night and now, and my morning wood was mightily up against her naked ass ! Sliding ever so slightly, I moved back, and rolled over and PRAYED she did n't wake up and feel it. After what seemed like 30 min, she rolled over and threw her arm around me and said break of day dad. Whew, I dodged the bullet.

WOW thought Deb. He got a woody from looking at my ass. As much as it should have made her sick, she couldn't believe it made her slightly horny. Luckily he didn't notice me awake or it would accept been so awkward. Smiling to herself, she didn't even notice 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 presence and getting set up to roll. Oh well she thought and looked out the window as a new day dawned .