Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 12
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 12 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Small Breasts
When I woke up the next morning, Mom and Dad were extra cheery around the breakfast table. I asked why they were so upbeat, and they just said they slept well. Of course, I already knew why they had such a good night, as my mind flashed back to my Dad’s naked silhouette in the hallway from the night before. As my Mom walked by, I saw my Dad pinch her ass and she playfully swatted it away.
“Ready to go for your first run today, Jane?” Dad asked me, as he drank some orange juice.
“Sure, Dad, when do you want to go?”
“How about an hour? It’ll give you time to wake up and have a light breakfast. We can do a lap around the park. How does that sound?”
“Sounds great, Daddy. Go easy on me though, I’m new to this,” I said teasingly while I batted my eyelashes at him. The look he gave me was of confusion and slight embarrassment. I swear, I saw him blush slightly under the light layer of scruff on his face. He clearly hadn’t showered or shaved yet.
This day would be the first that I actively started to seduce my own father. I had decided this last night as I drifted to sleep, following the audio experience from my parents’ room. Now, I wasn’t planning on actually having sex with my father, oh no. I was just going to fulfill my agreement with Riley to do everything in my power to tease my Dad before she arrived in three weeks. She was the one who would actually try to have sex with him, although I was still certain that he wouldn’t do it. He was a good man, a loving husband, and a wonderful father; there was no way he’d be tempted by Riley’s gambit.
I steeled myself for what I was about to do as I put on my running clothes. When I was completely naked, I looked into my full-length mirror to see what I looked like before I committed such a heinous act. My long blonde hair hung down to my back as I turned to my profile. My 30” B-cup breasts were still small. I supposed they wouldn’t grow anymore as they just barely stuck out from my chest. They were perky, though, with my nipples poking out from the cool air-conditioning. My ass had some curl, but not as much as women I’d seen in magazines and online.
As I turned to face the mirror, I could see my flat stomach and slightly flared hips that did look good. My legs were toned and tanned, but I hoped running would make them look even better. My thighs curved inward, which gave me a small gap between my legs. That led to my vagina, which still sported the small blonde landing strip of hair on top, just like Riley. I kept the rest clean shaven, just to avoid any irritation or bumps. It was hard to believe this little spot between my legs had brought me where I was. From Curtis to Riley and James, to attempting to tease my father. This part of my body had led me into trouble, and it was trouble that I couldn’t help but enjoy.
I watched myself in the mirror as I slipped on each piece of clothing, like I was dressing for the prom. White panties, then tight pink and blue shorts, socks, and my blue sports bra. I looked at myself once again in the mirror, seeing how the outfit enhanced my body. Some parts were lifted and tightened, others stretched and contoured, I couldn’t believe that I actually looked even better with it all on. Before I put on my running shirt, I snapped a quick selfie and sent it to Riley with the message: My first run with Dad, how do I look?
Riley replied a minute later: Good enough to eat, your Dad doesn’t stand a chance.
I smiled and put my phone down before picking up my running shirt and shoes. When I found Dad, he was in the living room stretching, so I decided to join him. He smiled at me as he stretched his hamstring sitting on the floor. I pushed the coffee table against the couch and sat down facing him, I reached out and grabbed my toes on my right foot while leaning over. I know he had a nice view of my cleavage as I held my position for a few counts before I switched to the other side and repeated the process.
Despite his best efforts not to look, I caught him peaking once or twice when I switched back and forth. The next stretch was for my back. I spread my legs wide and straightened my arms and back out flat as I leaned forward, touching the ground ahead of me. This one, I could sense the heat of my Dad’s eyes upon me as I kept my head down. I knew he was watching, and it brought a tingle up my spine for acting so dirty. I held that pose longer than necessary until it started to hurt before I finally released it. His eyes quickly looked away as my face lifted up past his.
I stood up and turned around, resting my hands on a window ledge as I bent over, with my small ass right in his face. For some reason, this position reminded me of Curtis when he bent me over the couch and took me hard from behind. I imagined myself like that again, someone thrusting deep inside me as I tried to hold on and not fall over. I could feel myself getting aroused right there in front of my father. As I held that position longer, I let out a little moan, as all I wanted was someone to pull down my shorts and fuck me right there at that moment.
I couldn’t believe I was getting turned on teasing my own father. This was going to be more difficult than I thought. Not in getting him to notice me, but in how doing something like this would make me feel. I wish Curtis or Riley were around to give me some relief at night from a long day of seduction. I started to think if there were any boys I knew who’d be able to satisfy me while keeping their mouths shut, but none came to mind. It was one of the reasons I preferred men. They were usually more complicated and not likely to run their mouths after my conquest.
I also didn’t know any girls like Riley, who’d be willing to play like she did. Even if I did, I would probably be too shy to do anything about it. It was difficult enough for me to approach a guy, let alone a girl to have any sexual proclivities. I would just have to try to wait for three weeks until Riley was down, and then we could play together in my bed.
I continued my provocative stretches until Dad finally had enough. “I think we’re good and warmed up,” he said awkwardly. I put on my shirt and shoes as he grabbed his keys, and we went out the door.
The run itself was pretty slow, as we made our way around the large park near us. The sun was hot and sweat poured off my body and made my skin glisten and my hair wet. The paths were relatively busy with cyclists, walkers, and other runners, but it was a nice day. By the time we’d done our loop, Dad and I were panting and nearly keeled over.
“I guess I’m not as in shape as I thought,” Dad said with a strained laugh.
“You did good for an old man,” I teased.
“Thanks, brat! you aren’t too old to go over my knee, young lady.”
I just giggled, “Wouldn’t that be something.”
Dad didn’t say anything to that, he just put his hands over his head for a few seconds before he suggested we return home. We went up the stairs, passing Mrs. Beauchamp along the way. After a quick friendly exchange, we continued on to the third floor and to our unit. Taking my shoes off, I called first dibs on the shower and beelined right for it, not stopping to get a change of clothes.
The hot water felt good against my muscles as I let it wash over me. I knew I would be sore later and even worse tomorrow, but it was a good first attempt. After a quick soap and shampoo, it was time to get out. I wrapped a towel around my hair and another one around my body. I wiped the fogged-up mirror to see how I looked, and the towel barely covered my crotch and breasts. I picked up my sweaty clothes and opened the door.
“Your turn Dad!” I exclaimed as he turned the corner and looked at me, his eyes became saucers.
“Tha ... thanks, Jane,” he muttered as he quickly moved past me and closed the door behind him. I smiled to myself as I entered my room and shut the door. Yup, for a first attempt, it went pretty well.
I got a text from Riley a little later that day asking how my first run and tease session went.
Riley – How did it go?
Jane – Better than I thought. Did the whole loop without stopping.
R – You know that’s not what I’m asking, but good for you
J – That was good, too, sicko
R – Not surprised, you looked hot in those running clothes
J – Thanks, I’m going crazy though without sex
R – Yeah, I’ll bet. Your Dad getting you hot?
J – Shut up!
R – I know I’m right, just hold on till I get there
J – I’m not going to sleep with my Dad
R – That’s what I said at first, now here we are
J – I’m just horny, I miss you and your Dad
R – We miss you too. We were talking about it the other day
J – Have you two...
R – Not yet, still deciding if I want to without you there
J – I wish I was there in between both of you
R – You need a boyfriend, someone local you can play with ... then I get to, too
J – You slut, if I had someone, you think I’d let you touch them?
R – Sharing is caring, bitch. I know you like watching almost as much as doing
J – Well, I don’t have anyone in mind
R – What about that cute guy from the store you told me about?
J – Oh yeah!!!! But my parents wouldn’t like it.
R – Who says they need to know 😉
J – You’re a bad influence on me
R – And you love it
J – Fuck you ... I do
After a few days and a couple of runs with Dad, I knew I couldn’t keep going without finding someone to satisfy me. I had been continuing my sexy stretches and little seductive comments which seemed to be having the desired effects. Dad was slowly getting used to it and accepting it. It was also becoming more comfortable for me as well. It meant that I would have to increase things soon, although I wasn’t too sure what that might entail yet.
With each glimpse and side-eye from Dad, my arousal and need for sex also increased. Soon my fingers were just not going to cut it, and I needed to sort that out before I let something bad happen. My fear was, what if I pushed things too far? I might try to get Dad to take me. I didn’t think he would, but in my desperation, I could seriously impact my relationship with my father. I was just supposed to enchant him for Riley, not for myself.
My only option was to find someone to help me, and Ross seemed to be the perfect solution. He was cute and handsome, didn’t really know anyone I did, and was old enough to be mature enough not to tell everyone he did know. I would likely just be a conquest for him, but he wouldn’t know he would be the same for me.
I needed to find an excuse to go back to the store, preferably without my parents. That excuse came the next day when Dad was too sore to go for a run with me, saying he needed to take a day off. I went alone and found it a little boring without someone to talk to. I wanted to bring my phone, but my tight clothes didn’t give me pockets or a place to put it, so I found an armband online that would do the trick.
Now, of course, I could have ordered it from Amazon or something, but this would be the excuse to stop by the store to see Ross. The cost wasn’t too much, so I didn’t need money from my parents to buy it. I got dressed just nice enough that it wouldn’t draw attention from my parents; a short black skirt, thin white panties, a white button-up blouse, and white bra underneath. I told them I was going to the store to buy the armband. As I grabbed my purse and headed for the door, my Mom reminded me they were going out for dinner tonight with friends, so I’d be on my own. Momentarily distracted, I said no problem and headed out the door.
As I stepped onto the sidewalk, the afternoon sky was dotted with a few clouds, and a stiff breeze blew at my heels as I walked. The warm weather against the concrete jungle around me kept the temperature hotter than it should have been. My legs felt a bit stiff from my earlier run, but I found myself walking a bit faster and my strides longer. I don’t know why that was, but I just felt better about myself.
I made it to the store in record time, as people and sales staff wandered about. I slowly took a few steps past the front entrance, my head swiveled around as I tried to spy Ross amongst the racks and displays in the store. I didn’t see him and realized he might not even be working today. I figured the best solution was to ask someone, so I started towards the cash registers before I was intercepted by a redheaded guy with glasses.
“Hello, what kind of sports are you interested in?” he asked, his voice higher pitched than most guys I knew. His acne dotted face and peach-fuzz lip immediately told me he was working an after-school job. This was not the daytime staff who’d been here the last time I’d visited.
“Um, hi. I was wondering if Ross was working today? He helped me the other day and wanted to know if he could help me again.”
The redhead blinked at me, like what I’d said hadn’t fully reached his brain yet until he finally replied, “Ross? Oh yeah ... uh, he’s in the back. Hold on.” He pressed a little button on his belt, which was connected to a black earpiece he wore. “Ross, you have a customer looking for you.”
There was a pause for a second. I wasn’t sure if he’d gotten through until he talked again. “Yes, I know. You were specifically requested though; you might want to come out here.” The redhead smiled at me, as if to apologize for the delay. I couldn’t tell if Ross was replying but I did notice a few employee heads turn my way. I guess they were all connected to the same chat and thought I might be an angry customer.
Then I saw him come out from the back room, “What’s the problem, Gus? I was just about to go for dinner after sorting the inventory...” He then noticed me and stopped; his frown turned into a bright smile.
“Well, hello there. How’s the new running gear working for you?” Ross asked, as he waved away the other employee. I saw the redhead grin to Ross just before he walked away to greet another customer who walked in the door.
“Great, Ross, everything fits perfectly, thank you. I’ve been doing a loop of the park, only one so far, but I’m hoping to make it two soon.”
“That’s excellent. Then what can I do for you?”
“Well, I’m looking for an armband for my phone. I want some music when I run alone.”
“Oh, of course. Follow me.”
He led me to a display a short walk from the registers which had a number of different colors and sizes depending on the model of phone. I picked out a red one because it would match the clothes I bought. I tried to make some flirty banter, but I wasn’t very good at it. I could flirt with my Dad because I knew him, but Ross was still a stranger, and I just didn’t know what to say. I cursed myself for being so shy, I’d gotten all the way down here and then froze instantly. I couldn’t help but think, what would Riley do here?
“Is there anything else you need today...” Ross asked, as he walked me over to the register.
“No, I think that’s it today,” I said dejectedly, I didn’t know what to do until he gave me an opening.
“You’re lucky you came in when you did, I was about to leave for dinner.”
I don’t know why, but I heard Riley’s voice in my head say, “I’m glad I caught you then. I haven’t eaten yet, want to grab something together?”
I didn’t even know I’d spoken until Ross replied, “That sounds wonderful, I’d love to...” He had a big toothy-white smile and cute little dimples as he handed me my purchase in a small bag. “Give me five minutes and I’ll meet you out front.”
In shock that I actually asked HIM out, I walked to the front of the store and waited. A few customers came and went, when Ross came out from the back room with a light jacket on. He walked past a couple of employees and the redhead from earlier. As they passed each other, I swear I saw them exchange a fist bump.
“Come on, there’s a great food truck nearby.” Ross said as he opened the door for me and led me outside. We walked a block away to a food truck that was tucked away in a corner by some benches and trees. It was mostly Mexican food, so we ordered some tacos and had a seat together.
“I think these are some of the best tacos in the city,” Ross said, as he bit into his tortilla.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been here before,” I replied honestly. I’d lived here my whole life and never ventured into this little corner of the city. I took a bite of my pork taco, the pickled jalapenos and fresh pico de gallo were delicious. It was spicy and flavorful.
“Great, right?” he asked, as he watched my face light up.
“SO GOOD!” I said, as I took another big bite of food.
He laughed. “I don’t think I’ve seen a girl demolish a taco like that before. Your name’s Jane, right?”
I felt stupid. I’d forgotten to introduce myself. He must have thought I was crazy. Swallowing a mouthful, I nodded before I said, “Yes, how did you know that?”
“Your parents called you that the other day.”
“But I doubt you remember the names of customers you’ve only met once before.”
Ross couldn’t hold back a grin. “Not every customer is as memorable as you.”
I knew it was probably a line, but my heart fluttered a bit at hearing it. It wasn’t something I was used to hearing from cute guys. I was always attractive, at least that’s what my friends always told me, but I was always too nervous to do anything about it. Guys would talk to me and I’d freeze up, mumble something stupid, and then start giggling. After that, I was usually left alone as some kind of weirdo. My friends tried to help me for a bit but eventually gave up, viewing me as a lost cause. They had their own dating lives to deal with, after all.
“What do you do, besides work at Fit City?” I asked, trying to make conversation.
“I’m in my third year of ECON. This job just helps pay the rent.”
“I still live at home, close by though...” I said with some awkwardness. He was definitely older than me, but in terms of the men I’d been with, younger than the average.
“ ... that’s not too bad. Things are expensive these days. Your folks seem nice.”
“Yeah, they are. My Dad runs with me most mornings before work, unless he’s too tired or sore,” I said with a laugh.
“That’s fun, a family activity. Then why did you need the armband?”
I looked at the ground, my heels turned and dug into the dirt under the bench, “For the days I’m alone ... and so I could talk to you again.” I could feel the heat rush up to my face and knew I was probably as red as a tomato. I couldn’t believe I’d just said that.
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