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 teacher coldness could smell out that. But, he didn't say anything. He did persist up front line for a long metre. She wondered what he was thinking. There were so many confusing thoughts going threw her head. She knew what she was dreaming and cerebration was so awry. 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 other hand, she couldn't deny that she actually wanted to make sexual love to her dad. time lag, she thought, I thought stool beloved, not just have sex ? Am I in erotic love with my dad in a way other than as a dad ? Why did she want to cry about it, but, felt so giddy at the thought of it ? She lay there for about an 60 minutes, waiting for her dad to go back to sleep. One thing she did need was spillage. When he started breathing heavily she knew he was out. Slowly, she pushed her shorts down just pass her pelvis. She took her hired hand and lightly started tracing her fingertips around her hammock. Slowly working her way to her tender clit. She wanted to touch 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 nipple. Running her fingers there over them and tracing circles around her bosom. Then it happened, it started building faster than she anticipated. She guessed it was where she was laying next to her dad and the shudder of it. She started to shiver, then groan, and couldn't hitch. In her nous 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 thoroughly ?"

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 try it was all in his intellect. When he felt the berth slightly move he lay as still as he could, faking sleep. His daughter was masturbating right behind him. Her look reached his scent stronger this time and his hard on returned. Also, his intellectual thinking was working its way out of his head. When he heard her moan"dad"again, this prison term clearly, reason 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 tone of fear, and something else, love maybe, was there in her tearing up middle."Baby, don't cry"he told her. She just lowered her centre and mumbled"no-count ”."Why ? Why are you sorry Deb ?"“ OMG dad, you just listened to me frig my self. And you know why else"“ I heard. But, child, I I I love you too. I know its wrong and you will hate me and I will go to jail but.."“ pappa, you love me too ? Not as your daughter but real number make love ?"“ Yeah, I guess I do Deb. You're such a lovely woman now I just can't help it. Or refuse it."“ Me too. Oh dad what can we do ?"He thought for a arcminute, and then hugged her. Not a fatherlike hug but one where he let his hands runs down her back. Then over her firm ass. And he held her like that. After what seemed like a farseeing time, she pulled back. Looking at him she rose up, and pulled her shirt off. Then she reached and pushed down her short pants and pantie again, and kicked them off."Daddy, make love to me"“ Are you sure as shooting Deb ? Right now we are just talking, and maybe a little more, but we can stop here. Once we make jazz, there is no turning back. What is done is done. I don't want to scar you for life and maybe go to remand later if you have regrets. Are you certainly ?"She reached over and put her hand in his pugilist and grabbed his arduous penis."Yes I am sure and so are you"she giggled.

He sat up and removed his boxers. And leaned over and kissed her. Not like a forefather's kiss but fan. Then raising back up he scooted down and overspread her peg. With a grin she couldn't see he lowered his lips to her sozzled kitty. The aroma was like no other. He lightly flicked his spit over her still sore clit and brought shudders to her. Laying her principal back, Deb thought process of zippo, but let herself go with the dearest she was overwhelmed with.


The next dayspring, they awoke. Both laid there for a long clip saying nada. Just holding each other. mentation uncountable where going threw both their brain. 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 mistress, and not a little girl or girl."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 roll in the hay one thing, I want to stay out a little farsighted than 2 workweek if its ok with you Deb"Grinning, she snuggled up to him and said"ok, but, can we get a motel a few sentence, this bunk reeks"

As they pulled out of the hand truck stop that morning, Deb picked up her earphone 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 style at the end. Unlike some I try to hear as I go along. And, as suggested, I left out the other aspect of the narrative, but, left an opening move for a different story line and unlike dash of writing. I did not go into a really graphic tenacious sex scenery at the end because I want you to use your minds to finish the night in your capitulum. Sometime what we think happened is way better than what is on the screen or in a book of account or movie. I might land more of a floor of Deb and her dad, but not right now. I want to really put an feat into my next try and not just labour it out on an outline. Thanks all.

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