Chapter 2: The Trip

The next morning they were on the road. They chatted for hours but also had some hours of quiet companionship. Her mind wandered during these silences. She kept thinking about the night before. The view she had of her dad's hardon, his masturbating and the way the girls warmed up to him. He seemed in such a good mood this morning but she thought he must be frustrated sexually. Nasty thoughts entered her mind.

After 10 hours in the car, they found the motel where they had a reservation. Apparently the motel thought the reservation was for a husband and wife and instead of reserving a room with two beds, they reserved a room with a large king size bed. They argued with the desk clerk to no avail. No other rooms were available, so they decided to make the best of it. The bed was certainly large enough to share and Ally actually found herself excited by the idea of sharing a bed with him.

They were both tired, partly from staying up so late last night, and decided after a quick dinner in the motel to go back to their room and get some rest. Once in their room, Ally indicated she wanted to take a bath and asked her dad if he needed to use the bathroom first. While he was in there, she took off her clothes and wrapped a towel around her. When she sat down the towel ended at the very top of her legs. She was putting her hair up when her dad returned. They engaged in small talk but she noticed he glanced over her whole body while they talked. She got up, went into the bathroom and bent over to test the water. It was a little hot, so she adjusted the water slightly and returned to the bedroom. When she stood up the crease where the towel edges joined opened a bit and when she walked back into the room, Ally was aware of the precariousness of her naked flesh beneath the short towel.

Soon the bath was ready. She left the bathroom door slightly ajar (so the steam of the hot bath could escape?). She lay in the tub with her back to the door. Around the faucets in front of her, the silver contours acted like mirrors and gave her a fun house view of the bedroom. She could see her dad peeking through the doorway and decided to tease him. She laid back and spread out her legs with her knees up. She slowly waved her hand in the water causing a stream to move up in between her legs. She liked the feeling of water pulsing through her slit and often bathed as a prelude to masturbating. Sometimes she would reach fulfillment in the tub; more often she would finish in bed. She started now and didn't know when she would finish. A light in the room went out and she could see her dad's movement in the dim room reflected in the faucet shield. Periodically he came to the door and peeked at her through the crack

She continued to pulse the water between her legs but also took time to wash her breasts and each leg. She was very conscious of how if looked to her peeping dad. She decided to wash her pussy by sticking her hips up and out of the water and ran the soap all over until it was good and soapy. She lathered the suds for much longer than was necessary to get clean but she was enjoying it. Soon she rinsed and drained the tub. It took her another ten minutes to dry off and return to the bedroom. She managed to wrap the towel a little higher than before. She moved around the room and bent over knowing a slight bend caused the round bottom of her ass to show. She even took more of her clothes from her suitcase and put them into the motel drawers just to give her more opportunity to bend and expose herself.

Her dad lay in bed in his pajamas watching TV. She decided to wear a tshirt and panties to bed and she dropped the towel in front of her dad with full frontal nudity. It was the first time she had showed her dad her severely trimmed pussy. She shaved completely below her clit and left a simple strip above that. With little delay and a casual attitude she turned her back, bent over, and got her panties out of the dresser. They were white cotton panties but rather clingy and cute with a sexy low bikini cut. She put on an extra large tshirt and crawled in to the other side of the bed.

Her dad was excited from watching her in the tub—lusting after her sweet naked body—he was sitting with his knees up in the bed and when she got into bed, he lay on his side to hide his erection. It would be a difficult night he thought, not being able to masturbate with his daughter in the same bed with him. Yet he imagined lying with her all night, touching her in his sleep and waking up with his arm around her as a kind of sweet torture. He couldn't sleep but he turned off the TV and the light and said a polite good night. He thought giving her a light kiss goodnight would be too dangerous.

She tossed and turned a few times eventually lying on her back. Her arms were by her side and had plenty of room to move about. She wanted to touch her father, to make some sort of contact. He didn't seem at all flirtatious tonight like last night with her friends. She feared if she came on to him he would get mad or think terribly of her. Yet it was what she wanted to do. She had her hopes raised when she knew he was peeking at her but for now he seemed interested in going to bed and not acknowledging his curiosity.

Ten minutes went by during which she couldn't help but press her hand on the triangle of her pubic area, two fingers slightly separating her lips, and her long finger poking at her opening. Mostly she held her hand and her fingers in one place and pressed as though to hold in the burning in her pussy. Since she didn't come while she was in the tub she was very horny. She thought about her dad and the nasty things she wanted him to do to her.

She gave a couple of tired stretches and moved her right hand toward him. He lay on his side facing away from her and her hand drifted toward his bottom. With one last stretch as though she were asleep she left her hand lying against his ass. He felt it and thought she must be asleep. He thought he should go to sleep too but he couldn't stop thinking about her sweet tender body, and her warm hand, and his engorged cock. He breathed deep sniffing for her odor.

She felt him shift slightly which caused her hand to slide against his silk covered ass and rest differently. Hmmmm, she thought, I wonder if that is deliberate. So she tossed and turned and rolled her whole body over close to him. On her side, too, she cupped him but left a distance of about a foot. She had her hands folded into her chest and the fingertips of one barely touched his upper back. She had moved well into the middle of the bed but he still had plenty of room. After a few minutes went by and pretending sleep she casually put one arm around him. He didn't move. A few minutes later and she cuddled closer spooning in against his rounded back.

He could feel her breasts pressing against his back. He assumed she was asleep since her warm breath on the back of his neck seemed so relaxed. But what was relaxing to her, made his breaths more difficult. He was so excited from two days of female torment but he couldn't cross the line with his own daughter. Even if she was technically his step daughter, that seemed to him like a technicality. He raised her. He provided and cared for her. He loved her. Why did she have to turn out so sexy?