This is the sequel to summer with Grandpa. If the stories go over well enough I may add more family members at a later time.
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18 year old Suzanne stepped off the Greyhound bus and ran into her father's waiting arms. "God, I missed you." He said giving her a big hug.
She pressed her body tightly against her fathers, and inhaled his scent. Her pussy leaked when she felt his cock pressing against her.
She had always thought her father was a handsome man. He looked like her grandpa in a lot of ways. They were both 5'10" with medium builds. Where her grandfather's hair was coated with gray, her father's was still the same dark brown that graced her head.
Matthew's green eyes sparkled as he looked at his daughter. There was something different about her. He couldn't put his finger on it, but she was definitely not the same girl who had left at the beginning of the summer.
"So did you have a good summer?" he asked picking up her duffel bag as they walked towards his beat up pickup. Her mother was always complaining about how she wished he would trade it in for a newer model but Matthew loved his old truck.
Suzanne smiled, "oh yea, I had a great summer." She thought about how many times she had her grandfather's cock up her tight little pussy and felt it start to pulse with need.
When they were in the truck, she smiled at her dad. "Daddy, I've been thinking and you and mom are right. I think I'll go to school around here instead of going back east."
Matthew looked over at his daughter, while his eyes brightened with pleasure. "I'm glad honey. I have to admit I have missed you this summer." He cupped her face like he used to do when she was a kid, and then started the truck heading for home.
They were about halfway home when Matthew dropped the bombshell. Her aunt Helen was sick and her mother had gone to take care of her for a while so it would be just the two of them in the house. Suzanne was perfectly contrite about it and hoped her aunt got well soon, but inside she was bubbling over with joy. She had been racking her brain trying to figure out how to get her father to fuck her and here the opportunity had presented itself.
Matthew wasn't much of a cook and Suzanne admitted she was tired after her trip so they stopped at a McDonalds close to their house for dinner. Suzanne told her father about her summer, omitting the fact that her grandfather had screwed her brains out. Matthew was glad that his dad was doing well; he had to admit that he was worried about the old man living on the farm by himself.
When they got to the house, Suzanne went into take a shower while Matthew started a fire in the fireplace. It was starting to get chilly in the evenings and the fire usually kept the house plenty warm. His wife called while Suzanne was in the shower and he told her that yes he had picked her up and that she was fine. He loved her and would see her when she got home.
Matthew was sitting on the floor in front of the fire, just staring into the flames when Suzanne emerged from the bathroom. He didn't think anything of the fact that she was dressed in just a towel. She was always doing that.
"That fire feels good daddy." She said softly sitting down on the floor beside him and unwrapped the towel from around her long hair.
Suzanne had always been proud of her body, at 5'8" with a slender build, her 38C breasts pushed against the towel as she dried her hair. Her dark brown hair had grown out over the summer and now was down around her butt when she let it hang down her back.
Matthew smiled at her and ran his finger over her cheek before he went back to watching the fire.
Suzanne watched the fire for a minute trying to figure out what to do. With her grandfather it had been relatively easy. She had shown him her breasts in the truck on the way to the farm, and then ended up pulling his cock out of his jeans while he was driving. She smiled at the memory.
Her father was a different story though. Where they lived in the city, she couldn't do that on the way home. Now she was sitting next to him in just a towel and she was horny as hell.
She finished drying her hair and flipped it down over her back as she let the heat from the fire dry it. She looked over at her father, but he was watching the flames. Sighing inwardly, she got an idea. Moving up onto her knees, she let the towel fall from her body. "Daddy?"
"Hm...?" Matthew asked not looking at her.
Suzanne wanted to grab his head and make him look at her. Instead she whimpered like a little girl. "Daddy, do you think I'm pretty?"
That got Matthew's attention. He turned his head to look at his daughter. "Of course I think..." he stopped talking as his eyes drifted over her naked body. His eyes rested on her shaved pussy before he slowly moved his eyes back up until they met her face. "Suzanne?" he asked.