Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 13
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 13 - 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
I woke up happy and satisfied the next morning, content in the knowledge that I’d solved my sexual frustration problem. My legs were a little stiff, but Dad was ready to go for a run, so I threw on my running gear and strapped on my shoes. My stretching routine, which originally was just for Dad’s benefit and torment, actually did help loosen up my tight muscles. I did wonder if my legs were sore from running or the other physical activity I’d gotten up to the night before.
He had seemed less embarrassed watching me shove my ass in his direction or when I bent over so he could look down my top. He still did those things; I don’t think he could help himself. He just didn’t seem as bothered by it. It had become routine, so I needed to up the stakes, but I’d do that when we finished the run.
The previous night’s rain had cooled the temperature down just enough to make it feel brisk as our feet hit the road on the way to the park. Dad seemed to be a little sprightlier after his day off and managed to keep up with me as we entered the park loop. As my legs moved and my lungs filled with and emptied the air, I was glad I had gone out with Dad this morning. It felt like a valve had released all the pressure from me and I felt lighter on my feet. The only pain I felt was in my chest, as my nipples, which had been pulled on the previous night, felt sore against the confinement of my sports bra. It was a small price to pay for feeling so good this morning.
“You’re looking good, Dad,” I said as we made the first major turn.
“Thanks, kiddo. I’m glad you decided to do this. It’s nice to share something with you.” He smiled. His breathing seemed to be better, and he wasn’t panting like he had when we first started.
“I know, nothing like a little Daddy-Daughter time. I guess I haven’t been the easiest to deal with lately.”
“I wouldn’t say that. You’re growing up and you’ve got so much going on. I’ve never been a girl, so I don’t always know what you’re going through like your mother does, but know that I’m always here for you.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I said, as a pang of guilt washed over me. I never doubted my Dad’s love for me for a second, but to hear him be so open like that made me feel guilty about what I was doing.
We chatted some more about running and life. He seemed to open up more on this run than I’d ever heard from him before. He wasn’t a closed off man. He and Mom would usually discuss their issues, but I never really felt like I knew him beyond his work and parenting. This was a whole new side of him; one that maybe I was just starting to understand. This may have been what they tried to show me on the camping trip, but I was too grumpy to participate. I just wanted to sleep and tan on the beach, not go hiking or canoeing. Yet curiously, if it wasn’t for that camping trip and meeting Curtis and Riley, I wouldn’t be out with my Dad on this cool summer morning now.
Everything was going great. My body felt strong and relaxed, and Dad was by my side as we came around the final bend before the straight away to the park entrance. I increased my speed a little bit, just to see what Dad would do. I saw him glance over right before he matched then exceeded my speed, moving a couple strides ahead of me. I pushed myself a little harder to catch back up and pull ahead, but he matched me again.
We were now in a full-on sprint as we neared the entrance to the park. My lungs were on fire and my legs felt like they were full of battery acid as we raced to the gate. It may not have been the Olympics, but to us, it seemed just as important. Within the last few strides, I pulled ahead and crossed the imaginary finish line, and I pictured myself tearing through the tape. I slowed down, raising my hands in the air in triumph as I turned around to gloat in my Dad’s face, but he wasn’t there. I walked back past the entrance and found him hobbling on one leg, his hands on the other.
“Dad! What’s wrong?” I yelled as I ran towards him.
“It’s nothing, just a bad cramp is all. Good run, kiddo.”
“Are you sure? Should we take you to the doctor?” I was worried. My Dad wasn’t one to show pain, so it must have been bad.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. I just need to walk it off.”
I watched as he tried to walk but he had a hard time putting weight on it. Every step he took seemed like agony, so I moved next to him and put his arm over my shoulder. I supported his bad leg while he used his good one, as we slowly made our way home. As we walked, the hand around my neck Dad used for support would dangle and occasionally hit my boob. I couldn’t help but giggle when it would happen, as it was the least of our problems, but I couldn’t not notice it each time it happened.
When we reached the front steps of our building, we took it nice and easy until we reached the top. Mrs. Beauchamp held the door as we entered, wondering what the hell had happened. My Dad just said he’d suffered a bad cramp, as I helped him up the stairs. While slow, it was easier to navigate the stairs up to the third floor. Dad was able to hold onto the railing to give himself some support while I helped him on the other side. Each step was a challenge and a struggle, but we eventually made it to our front door. I unlocked it and led him over to the couch where he slumped down, rubbing his right thigh.
“I’ll get you some ice,” I said as I quickly made my way to the kitchen to get a plastic bag and some ice from the freezer. I returned and placed it on the spot he’d been rubbing, right on the inside of his right thigh.
“It’s ok, sweetheart. I’ll be ok,” he said, trying to calm me down. I was breathing hard from stress and from carrying his butt up the stairs. I wish Mom was home, but she had gone into the office this morning. She would have known what to do.
“Do you need something else?” I asked as I paced around the living room nervously.
“Maybe a drink from the fountain of youth,” he said with a pained chuckle.
“Best we have is tap water...” I countered.
“Guess your old man is living up to his name,” he said as I handed him a glass of water. He took a swig and put his head back against the couch, his other hand still rubbed his thigh under the ice pack.
“Here, let me get that,” I said. I slipped my hand underneath the wet plastic and touched his fingers.
“Honey, I don’t...”
“Shhhh ... let me take care of you, this was my fault.” I moved his hand away and replaced it with my own. My fingers moved along his hairy legs, pushing deep to work out the knot. They slid back and forth in small circles, as I tried to apply enough pressure without causing more pain.
I sat on the floor between his open legs, as my hands worked. Tenderly, I moved around and around to keep the area supple. I hadn’t realized how far up my fingers truly were until they found themselves just inside the leg hole of his shorts. His head was back, and I hadn’t really thought much about it besides helping him, so I pressed forward just a bit more.
He winced once, when I found a sore spot, so I worked around that area. My fingers gently kneaded his muscles trying to revive my injured father. I must have been doing a good job because he looked relaxed, as his head rested against the back of the couch with his eyes closed. My hands continued to move around, just under the hem of his shorts. I wasn’t touching anything ... sensitive, but he unintentionally set out a soft moan.
“Does that feel good, Dad?” I asked, as I thought about doing the other side ... for symmetry,
“Yes, sweetie, that’s very good,” he moaned, as I let one of my hands move to his other leg to start a similar process. Both of my hands were now just underneath my father’s shorts, a few inches from the instrument that helped create me. I thought he was mostly oblivious to what I was doing ... until I noticed the growing bulge in his shorts.
At that moment, I should have stopped but I didn’t. I massaged both of his inner thighs, seated right between his legs and watched his monster grow to its full length. I was his daughter, and I should have looked away, but I couldn’t. It had to have been almost 8 inches long based on how large the tent was. I felt my mouth go dry as my eyes stayed locked onto his crotch.
My fingers had a mind of their own and pushed a little deeper into his shorts on either side. He didn’t try to stop me. He might not have noticed that I crept forward. I couldn’t help but wonder what my Dad was thinking at that moment. Was he just relaxed from the massage? Did he not notice the tower in his shorts? Did he forget that it was his daughter touching him and not his wife?
My hands moved just a little further up, one finger touched the crease where his thigh connected with his pelvis; I felt a few small curly hairs. My Dad’s head shot up from the couch, like he’d heard a gunshot go off, and he leapt off the couch. He landed on his bad leg which caused him to drop until his other leg caught up underneath him.
“Woah woah, I think that’s good there, Jane.” His voice was filled with panic, but his tentpole was still pitched sharply outward.
“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” I asked, surprised by his sudden movement.
“It’s just ... I ... I think I’m good now, thank you, sweetheart.” His face was red when he noticed his erection and he swiftly tucked it up into the waistband of his shorts.
“Daddy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...” I tried to say but Dad stopped me.
“It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have let it get that far. Why don’t you take a shower while I change, ok?”
“Do you want help to your room?” I asked, offering him my hand but he backed away.
“No, that’s ok. You really helped, Jane. I think I can take it from here. Go shower, you stink little girl.” He gave me a silly grin which made me laugh and I responded by sticking my tongue out at him.
“You’re the one who stinks, since I won the race,” I snidely remarked as I passed him on the way to the washroom.
“I call for an asterisk and I’ll beat you next time, brat,” he responded, and gave my ass a little swat. I couldn’t help it, but I let out a little moan when his hand made contact with me. It wasn’t loud and I wasn’t sure if he’d heard me, but I quickly fled to the washroom and turned on the water.
I looked at myself in the mirror as steam started to lift from the shower. What exactly happened in there, I asked myself. One minute I was done with all this, the next my fingers nearly touched my Dad’s cock. I was so mixed up and confused. I pulled off my damp running clothes and climbed into the shower. I wasn’t sure if the water would cleanse me, but it did give me an escape from facing him out there.
Neither one of us spoke to each other much the rest of the day. When Mom came home, she ripped into him for hurting himself, reminding him he was not eighteen anymore. We didn’t tell her about the massage, just that I helped him home and Dad said I helped take care of him. Mom thanked me for being The Grown-up and gave my Dad the evil eye.
I needed relief that night, but from my room I could hear Brad at home with a girlfriend. I had to make do with what I had at my disposal, which were my fingers once again. I knew I needed to talk to someone about this and there was only one person deranged enough to understand.
“NO WAY! I can’t believe you did that!” Riley’s voice shouted excitedly through the phone.
“Yeah, I just sort of forced myself upon him. I don’t think he minded; though I haven’t had a chance to see him again.”
“ ... and he lives just upstairs? Such convenience. It’s like having a corner store of sex just ten feet above you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at Riley’s unbridled enthusiasm for my debauchery. I don’t think there was anyone else I could talk to about these things, or anyone I’d want to tell. She was just the right amount of supportive, helpful, and degenerate. I hadn’t been able to talk to her the last few days without my parents around, but they were both at work this afternoon; my Dad was still nursing his sore leg.
I lay in bed naked, not really for any reason, it just felt like the right way to talk to Riley. I wanted it to feel like she was right next to me in bed. I just wished her arms were around me, or my lips were on her neck. There was something to say about the loving touch of another woman. It was tender and gentle, but also knowing and mischievous, at least when I was with Riley.
“So, what does that mean for Shop Boy?” Riley asked, referring to Ross.
“I don’t know, but I have another date with him later. He’s nice, so I guess I’ll just see how it goes.”
“Are you going to juggle two guys? You slut, I feel so proud.”
“Ha Ha,” I said sarcastically. “This is all your fault! I keep hearing your words in my head and they just come out of my mouth now. It’s going to get me into trouble one day.”
“But it’s getting you into a lot of fun, too, isn’t it? Come on, I think you like having more confidence and having guys look at you. I know it turns you on because it turns me on.”
“I hate having to say that you’re right, but you are right. Asking Ross out or seducing Brad would never have happened without you. I can’t wait to see you again.” My voice became raspy as I let one of my hands travel over my body.
“I can’t wait to see you either, just two weeks from now. How’s your little project coming along? Am I going to have a fun time?”
I was wondering when she’d want an update on my seduction of my Dad. I was still conflicted about the whole thing; more so than when she’d suggested it. It was difficult to deny the fact that teasing him turned me on, and seeing the size of his package in full display was heart stopping, but he was still my Dad. The incident with the cramp just affirmed how much I loved him and my Mom. I wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt them. I had to say something to Riley.
“It’s going ... it’s confusing and I feel bad manipulating him,” I finally said, voicing my concerns to her for the first time.
“Talk to me, Jane. What’s the problem you’re having?” Her voice had turned more serious, and she almost sounded like a therapist.
I fumbled with how to put it at first, “We’ve been running together. At first it was just to tease him in my little running clothes, but we’re actually getting along and connecting. It’s something we haven’t done since I was a little girl.”
There was silence on the other end for a moment. I started to wonder if she was still there when she finally replied, “ ... and the other side?”
Confused, I asked “What? I don’t understand.”
Riley replied back, “If that’s all there was, you would have stopped already regardless of what I told you. I think you’d have reached that point by now. So, there’s a but there with another side of the story that you’re embarrassed about.”
How did she already know me so well? She was able to read me like a children’s book. There seemed to be nothing I could hide from the razor-sharp talons of Riley’s observational skills. She knew just how to dig them into me and rip-off my protective armor.
I took a deep breath, “I like it. I like teasing him and I like the attention he gives me for it. He cramped up the other day during a run and I nearly touched his penis, which is huge by the way. I just ... it feels so wrong.”
Riley was quick to reply, “I thought so, too, at first. When I first figured out you were fucking my Dad, I didn’t know what to think. We look so alike that it seemed like a betrayal, especially since I had feelings for him that weren’t socially acceptable. Watching the two of you from that closet, hearing him call you by my name showed me it wasn’t. Remember, it will ultimately be his decision on what happens when I visit. You’re warming up the oven and I’m the meal. It’s up to him to choose if he wants to eat it ... which I hope he does, metaphorically and literally.”
Her words, twisted as they were, made sense; but there was something I wanted to know. “How are things between you and Curtis now? Is it awkward?”
“Awkward? No. I can’t say what things would be like for you, but my Dad and I are tighter than ever now. Isn’t that right, Dad?”
I heard muffled voices on the other end of the phone and then a rustling sound before, “Hello, princess!” Curtis’ voice soothed my nerves.
“Hi, Daddy.” I had immediately slipped into my submissive role for Curtis; I don’t know why I did that.
“Riley tells me you’ve been a naughty girl over there in the big city. I might need to spank you next time I see you.”
“Oh yes, you should. I’ve been so bad, I’ve let another man fuck me.”
“Tsk tsk, I think that deserves punishment. Next time you do that, I want you to send me pictures of your ravaged body.” His voice was pleasant yet stern, so I knew he meant it.
“I will do as you ask, Daddy. Can I ask you though, do you feel differently about Riley now that you’ve had sex with her?”
“Mmmm ... A real question.” He paused to think. “Yes, I think so. When I was just roleplaying with you, it was just a fantasy, but having done it now, we share something even more personal. We haven’t done anything else since you were here ... well, not directly, but I like to think we’re more open with each other.”
Riley’s voice suddenly came through the speaker, “I tell him everything now. About James and you, my thoughts and fears; just like I do with you. I think we’ll probably do it again ... maybe soon. Maybe later.” I heard Riley giggling into the phone and wondered what those two were actually up to. Riley finished, “I’ll send you pictures, if it does.”
“Sounds good. I’ll let you two go then. Sounds like you have things to do,” I said with a giggle just imagining the sight of the two of them fucking somewhere in their large house.
“Ok, talk to you later, Jane. Remember, you’ve got this.” Then the call disconnected, and I put down my phone. It didn’t sound like they were in any kind of rough shape. Riley was also right. It would be Dad’s decision if he should act on his impulses and desires. I didn’t have to actually DO anything with him, just prepare him for Riley’s arrival, and then the cards would fall where they may. I still hoped I was right though, and Dad won’t take the bait, but knowing Riley, she won’t make it easy for him.
An hour after my chat with Riley and Curtis, I had to get ready for my date with Ross. It was just going to be another quick and easy date, nothing too stressful, which I liked. I had originally just wanted to sleep with him, something to help with my sexual desires but I had that taken care of with Brad. Of course, Ross didn’t know that he could have had me if he had just asked, but now I could take this slow and try real dates.
I looked through my closet to find something nice to wear. I wanted to look cute and sexy for him to keep him interested. I did like him, and our last date was really nice, so I found a cute little yellow sundress buried in the back of my closet. It was a few years old, and the material was quite thin, but it probably still fit. I pulled it out to have a closer look at it.
It was mostly yellow with white trim on the hem of the skirt and along the top. There was a pattern of tiny white flowers on the yellow background. I held it up to my body and it came up about mid-thigh which would be perfect, but I noticed shoulder straps were very thin and would show off my bra a lot. I tried it on over my already naked body and it fit perfectly, my small boobs were pressed together and upwards from the tight fit in the chest, which actually looked pretty good. I moved around a bit to make sure they wouldn’t pop out of the top and decided to just go braless. I had a quick debate with myself if I should do the same down below but chickened out and put on a pair of white cotton panties.
I still looked good, and I doubted whether Ross would get that far with me today anyway. We were just going for a walk in the park after all, but it didn’t mean there wouldn’t be opportunities to tease him. I already knew from our first meeting that he liked to look up my skirts, so maybe that would be something I could accidentally cause, on purpose. I put on a cute little pair of white ankle socks and white shoes and gave myself the nod of approval. I looked cute and innocent enough to look pure but sexy enough that he wouldn’t be able to look away.
Before I left, I made sure to put my keys in my purse before I closed the door. As I headed down the stairs, I crossed paths with Brad on his way up. I saw him do a double take when he saw me, above him on the stairs. I stopped to do a quick little spin to tease him. I felt my dress twirl with me, lifting up just enough to tease a potential glimpse of my panties underneath.
“You’re looking cute, Jane. Where are you off to?” he asked as he approached the same step as me.