Am I Strong Enough to Say No ( pt 1 )

This is my first attempt at writing a story. It is totally made up, and hopefully offends no one. IF it does, just release out and search for another story to take. If I get irrefutable feedback, I will finish Pt 2 and maybe more. PLEASE, no rude input, or poster for claw ups. Thanks….

first base let me level out, I do n't await at myself as a degenerate, monster, or such. I am a normal matrimonial sire of a wonderful 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 stay faithful to her. I drive a truck over the road so except for the lot lizards ( 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 troll of dear 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 calendar week at a time class in and year out.
I have felt bad about that for years and told her, but, we needed the money to hold out 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 start another life history. That's when the dud cuticle hit. Smiling, she told me that Debbie wanted to ride with me this summertime instead of staying home and spending her summer with her ally at the topical anesthetic pool every day. I started to protest but my pointed out that she would like it too. That our girl 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 boys and that it would also pay me a chance to bond with her again. Yes, the start of the end for me ....

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1st of June I was in loading the truck, you have to have a post for everything and I had to make more elbow room for Deb ( she hated Debbie now ). I was standing in battlefront of the bunks trying to envision out where I was gon na incite things from the top bunk where I used the space as repositing 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 summertime 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 fledgeling, it would n't look 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 apart mom, and no one else would bonk so unless I was a perv, what was the big hatful, that it looked like we needed the quad on the bunk for warehousing. 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 sign of the zodiac and wishing my wife was home from work and had a moment of sanity and would say Deb that she would leave out her friends and lose out on summer at the pool was a fleeting dream. Sighing, I fired up the truck and backed out of the drive. It was gon na be a recollective summer.

We picked up my load and portion had it, we were heading for CA. Deb was excited. first gear 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 swimming 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 intemperate running play, 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 cascade slate, she leaned close and asked if we had to plowshare a shower ? Laughing I told her no, I had credits on my poster and we each got one. Explaining to her that each clip I fueled up I got a shower down deferred payment. She smirked and said cool. Then asked what happens if we ran out. I patted her on the dorsum of the head teacher and said here, handed her just the ticket, and showed her the monitoring device with her number and shower routine and pointed her in the right direction. While I was showering I thought, yea, what IF I ran out. genial SLAP. Where did THAT seed 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 dependable voice of her body. She felt she needed to lose about 25lbs to be as hot as the popular little girl where at school day. Oh well, maybe this summer she could suffer it. It was one of the reasons 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 require the guys she knew seeing her in a bikini. stranger where different. Grabbing her razor and shampoo, she stepped into the shower and washed herself. When she was done, she shaved her wooden leg, and for a second, looked at her dapple of hair between her peg. smiling, she decided why not, no one will see out here, and lathered it up and shaved it all off ( like the other daughter she had seen in the exhibitioner after gym ). Feeling it afterwards she smiled, thinking this smell good.

Drying off, she got dressed and not thinking, put on a pair of G-string scanty, 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 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 road 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 showers where big and clean, and eating out every day would be a dainty. Climbing into the truck, her dad pulled the curtain around the windowpane so that no one could see inside. And put their bags up. Scratching his head, he said that he guessed that they would just change state away while each other changed for bed. Then he said something that made her gag, he forgot his swither trunks to slumber in so he would give birth to kip in a pair of trouser. Since he didn't need to interchange them, he stood up, and faced the front and told her to convert for bed. When she started undressing, she realized SHE had forgotten her quiescency 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 a lash now lol ) after putting on a shirt of his, barely covering her ass, and tight on her chest, she climbed into the back of the bunk, he turned off the guff lights and climbed in. Man this is tight she mumbled, to which he told her that they should have made room on the top buncombe. `` Naa '' she told him, it would be ok, as long as they lay on their face. Soon they both had drifted off to log Z's.

About 3 in the morn, I had to pee, so I got up quietly and pulled out the porthole a potty 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 picayune noise as possible I drained my bladder and, turning around, started to creep back into bed when I noticed in the little ignitor from the window snaking in my daughter, facing the back, her bare looking ass ( took me a min to notice the small landing strip of cloth from the flip-flop ! ) All I could do was look, and think WOW, my infant'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 slumber. I must birth because next thing I know, its morning, and Deb is starting to move a little like she does when waking up. Problem is, I had rolled over, and spooned her in the night and now, and my sunup woods was properly up against her naked ass ! Sliding ever so slightly, I moved back, and rolled over and PRAYED she did n't wake up and palpate it. After what seemed like 30 min, she rolled over and threw her arm around me and said Morning dad. Whew, I dodged the bullet.

WOW thought Deb. He got a woody from looking at my ass. As practically 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 own 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 and getting ready to wind. Oh well she thought and looked out the window as a new day dawned .