Jessica was young, having just celebrated her eighteenth birthday she was looking forward to spending the summer with her parents before starting college in the fall. Her long dark blonde hair brushed off of her shoulders as she admired her body in the mirror. She had a figure that most men drooled over, perky tits and a thin waist led down to an incredibly bitable apple bottom. Jessica sighed and reached for her baggy shirt, slipping it over her head as she heard a knock on her bedroom door.
The door opened and her father peaked his head in, "Heading to bed, Princess?" His eyes slowly admired her tan legs. Jessica knew to expect the stares from other men, including quite a few of her father's friends, but something in her father's eyes lit a fire inside of her. As her father's eyes roamed back up her body to her face she slowly nodded, suddenly speachless. With desire dancing in his eyes, he slowly moved his gaze to her chest.
She became aware of her nipples hardening and pressing against her shirt, begging for attention. Quickly Jessica crossed her arms and said, "Yes Daddy, I'm calling it an early night."
"Then good night baby," He said, slipping back through the door and closing it behind him.
Jessica's skin was flushed, no man had ever made her feel so attractive. She turned the light off and slipped between her cool sheets. Her thoughts were swimming, how could she feel so much for her father? There was a slight ache between her legs that she had never felt before. Jessica tossed and turned, twisting her shirt high upon her waist. The blanket and sheet cast aside from her movements. After what felt like hours she finally fell asleep.
Nickalus quietly opened the door to his daughter's room. He'd watched her grow and turn into a beautiful young woman. Now all he could think of was Jessica's soft tan skin and how it would feel under his work worn hands. Nickalus stood in the doorway gazing at his daughter, the soft light reflecting off of her legs as she slept on her stomach. He absently rubbed his hand across his swelling package. Just a little touch wouldn't hurt, just to know how soft her skin is.
Jessica had woken when her father opened the door, yet she lay still, waiting to see what he wanted. She watch him as he absently rubbed his pants, the ache between her legs becoming more demanding. Her father moved from the doorway to her bedside, slowly stretching out his hand to graze her thigh. Jessica dug her fingers into her pillow and moaned softly as her father's fingers slid along her skin toward her shapely bottom.
Nickalus was lost in the soft feel of her skin, he slowly traced his fingers along her cheek where it met her long legs. He let his fingers linger for a moment before tracing back towards his daughter's sweet center. Jessica moaned louder, pressing her face into her pillow and arching her back, her body begging for more. Nickalus knew he should stop, but she was offering herself to him.
