Am I Strong Enough to Say No ( pt 1 )

This is my first try at writing a story. It is totally made up, and hopefully offends no one. IF it does, just outlet out and look for another news report to translate. If I get electropositive feedback, I will end Pt 2 and maybe more. PLEASE, no rude remarks, or notice for hook ups. Thanks….

First let me point out, I do n't look at myself as a pervert, monster, or such. I am a rule married forefather of a marvelous daughter of 16. The trouble is when it comes to sex, I have no willpower.
Usually that is not a trouble. I love my married woman, and quell faithful to her. I drive a truck over the road so except for the lot lizards ( which I would NEVER skin senses ) 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 beloved making. Laying there talking she brought up the subject that our girl, Debbie, had told her that she felt like she did n't experience me because I was gone 2 weeks at a clip year in and twelvemonth out.
I have felt bad about that for years 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 years old, and that's a little to old to come out another career. That's when the bomb shell hit. Smiling, she told me that Debbie wanted to ride with me this summertime instead of staying menage and spending her summer with her friends at the topical anaesthetic kitty every day. I started to protest but my pointed out that she would wish it too. That our daughter was at the age of discovering son and their `` wants '' and that if she was on the truck with me, that she could n't see any son and that it would also generate me a prospect to bond paper with her again. Yes, the beginning of the end for me ....

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1st of June I was in loading the motortruck, you have to make a place for everything and I had to make up more room for Deb ( she hated Debbie now ). I was standing in strawman of the bunks trying to cipher out where I was gon na move things from the top bunkum 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 clear it up. Looking around she said why not we both just use the bottom bunk. I laughed and said for crank, it would n't seem right, and plus, her mom might not like that and laughed. She thought for a consequence, looking around, and said, she would n't tell mom, and no one else would acknowledge so unless I was a perv, what was the big great deal, that it looked like we needed the quad on the nonsensicality for computer memory. 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 blanket and said she was ready. Looking out at the house and wishing my wife was home from work and had a instant of sanity and would assure Deb that she would neglect her ally and recede out on summertime at the consortium was a fleeting dream. Sighing, I fired up the truck and backed out of the drive. It was gon na be a long summer.

We picked up my lading and destiny had it, we were heading for CA. Deb was excited. First affair she did was ask would we see the beach, Laughing I told her there where not many road for trucks near the beach. She looked demoralize, and said she was hoping to see a beach, and even brought her swim suit. I laughed and said sorry. She said she at least wanted a tan which I showed her my will arm and said I got one. She groaned and reached over and hit my arm grinning.
After 11 hrs of voiceless 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, cascade, eat, and then bed fourth dimension. That in 10 hrs we roll again. She grabbed her bag, and we walked in. When getting the shower down just the ticket, she leaned close and asked if we had to plowshare a shower ? Laughing I told her no, I had credits on my card and we each got one. Explaining to her that each time I fueled up I got a rain shower credit. She smirked and said sang-froid. Then asked what happens if we ran out. I patted her on the back of the top dog and said here, handed her slate, and showed her the monitor with her turn and shower bath number and pointed her in the right direction. While I was showering I thought, yea, what IF I ran out. mental smacking. Where did THAT come from ?

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Deb looked at herself while undressing in the shower bath 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 best component of her organic structure. She felt she needed to lose about 25lbs to be as hot as the popular missy where at school. Oh well, maybe this summer she could turn a loss 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 Hope of a beach day, she did n't require the guys she knew seeing her in a bikini. stranger where unlike. Grabbing her razor and shampoo, she stepped into the shower bath and washed herself. When she was done, she shaved her stage, and for a indorse, looked at her mend 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 other girls she had seen in the showers after gym ). Feeling it afterwards she smiled, thinking this find good.

Drying off, she got dressed and not thinking, put on a pair of thong panty, 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 wait for her dad, she found him already out there, playing a game in the petty room besides it. Uh huh, gambling she laughed, and he spun around looking at her knowing he was busted. ( His wife hated gaming, but he loved it ) Grinning, he said NOPE, rule # 1, what happens on the route stays on the road. 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 exhibitor where big and clean, and eating out every day would be a treat. Climbing into the truck, her dad pulled the curtain around the windows so that no one could see inside. And put their grip up. Scratching his straits, he said that he guessed that they would just turn away while each other changed for bed. Then he said something that made her joke, he forgot his sweat shorts to kip in so he would accept to sleep in a duad of trouser. Since he didn't need to interchange them, he stood up, and faced the front end and told her to change for bed. When she started undressing, she realized SHE had forgotten her dormancy 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 hope so ( she was thinking of WHY in the universe did she don a thong now lol ) after putting on a shirt of his, barely covering her ass, and tight on her chest, she climbed into the backrest of the feed bunk, he turned off the bunk illumination and climbed in. Man this is tight she mumbled, to which he told her that they should stimulate made room on the top bunk. `` Naa '' she told him, it would be ok, as long as they lay on their sides. Soon they both had drifted off to catch some Z's.

About 3 in the aurora, I had to pee, so I got up quietly and pulled out the port a potty I had made using an oil changing jug from Wal-Mart and the chems used in a port wine a crapper so no smells. making as lilliputian noise as possible I drained my vesica and, turning around, started to crawl back into bed when I noticed in the little lighting from the windowpane snaking in my daughter, facing the back, her bare looking ass ( took me a min to detect the pocket-sized flight strip of cloth from the thong ! ) All I could do was look, and retrieve WOW, my babe's grown up nicely. Getting back in bed now with a hard on, I faced the front and tried to make it go away so I could go back to sleep. I must have because next thing I know, its dawning, and Deb is starting to move a piddling like she does when waking up. problem is, I had rolled over, and spooned her in the night and now, and my daybreak wood was right on up against her bare ass ! Sliding ever so slightly, I moved back, and rolled over and PRAYED she did n't rouse up and feel it. After what seemed care 30 min, she rolled over and threw her arm around me and said dawn dad. Whew, I dodged the bullet.

WOW thought Deb. He got a woody from looking at my ass. As much as it should stimulate 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 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 front man and getting ready to roll up. Oh well she thought and looked out the window as a new day dawned .