All characters are over the age eighteen, and like everything I write this takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about pandemics, std's, or the need for birth control.
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Hi!
My name is Heidi. This story starts in 1986, right after I turned nineteen.
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"Bad news Heidi." My father told me. "Only one room left. We're going to have to share."
"Better than sleeping in the car." I said, killing the engine and joining him in the parking lot.
We left the car near the motel office, and with each of us carrying our overnight bag we walked along a narrow shoveled path all the way around the motel to the end unit, climbing the stairs to the second floor and opening the door to our room.
It was small, with one queen sized bed, a sink against the far wall next to the bathroom door, and a small dresser that held an ancient box television.
"Home sweet home." I laughed.
"At least the heater works." He said. "We can get out of these wet things."
My dad had been driving me back to college after Thanksgiving, and we'd been caught in a blizzard.
My mother had died when I was a toddler, and Dad was the most important person in the world to me.
Attending college out of state was hard on us both, so we'd been looking forward to these few days together before the last few weeks of classes leading up to Christmas.
We'd slid off the road and had to shovel and push the car back onto the road, and then we had spent another three hours in white out conditions before seeing the sign for this motel.
"With a little luck there's hot water left." I said, heading for the bathroom.
I drew back the shower curtain and turned the knob, and with a satisfying amount of steam the showerhead began thundering water into the tub.
"Water pressure and hot water." I said, poking my head back into the room. "What more could we wish for?"
My dad was pulling the drapes across the large window that looked out over the parking lot.
"I turned the heat up." He said. "By the time you get done showering it should be warm out here."
Without another thought I quickly stripped and dropped my wet clothes on the counter next to the sink, turning my back to my father as I undid my bra and stepped out of my panties.
We'd never really been body shy around each other, but there was no sense in making this weirder than it had to be.
I went into the bathroom and got into the shower, sighing loudly as the hot water danced over my skin. I made do with the skinny bar of soap and tiny bottle of shampoo that the motel provided and got out and wrapped a towel around myself.
I opened the bathroom door and saw my dad standing in the dark room looking out through a crack in the curtains.
"It's really coming down." He said. "Lucky we found this place."
"You're not kidding." I said. "I'd much rather die in a sketchy motel room than in the car."
He turned to look at me and I giggled.
"I'm just kidding." I said. "I suspect more blowjobs have happened on that bed than murders."
"Very funny young lady." He said. "I'm going to take a shower while you get dressed."
"I'm not going to get dressed." I said. "The only clothes I have are for tomorrow and I don't want to sleep in them."
He didn't say anything and went into the bathroom, and I heard the water come back on. I hung my towel on the back of the chair and pulled down the comforter.
I planned to sleep naked and had every intention of being under the covers by the time my father got out of the bathroom.
I clicked the tv on and got on the bed, bathed in the cool white fuzzy static picture that came from every channel. I muted the volume and left it on to function as a nightlight for my father.
I lay on the bed with the covers off, letting the blowing heater warm my body as I closed my eyes and tried to forget the stressful drive.
The sound of the water from the shower was soothing as I lay there, feeling the warmth and enjoying the peace.
I suddenly realized that the water had been turned off for a while, and I'd almost been asleep. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement.
My father was standing by the sink drying himself. He was being quiet and had turned off the bathroom light, so he must have thought I was asleep.
And he was taking advantage of that, because he was staring at my nude body in the glow of the television. Watching carefully through mostly closed eyelids I saw that he was erect!
My daddy had gotten stiff looking at his own daughter.
A thrill ran through me, and I wondered what was happening to me.
I'd never been attracted to my father before. But he was a handsome man, only twenty years older than me and still very fit.
While I was trying to decide whether to pretend to stay asleep or pretend to wake up, the tv suddenly went dark, followed by the sound of the heater fan spinning to a stop.
In the pitch-black room I sat up.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Power must have gone out." Said my dad from the other side of the room. "Guess it's time to turn in for the night."
"At least you got your shower." I said. "Hopefully it comes back on before it gets too cold in here."
"You got that right." He said. "Going to be a long enough night as it is."
He moved over to the chair by the window, and I heard him sit down.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"I'm going to sleep in the chair and let you have the bed." He said.
"Oh bullshit." I said. "You'll freeze if the power stays off."
"I got the extra blanket from the closet." He said. "I'll be fine."
"We'll be warmer if we're together in the bed." I said in the dark room. "And then we'll have two blankets and a comforter."
'And each other', I thought, realizing that I was anxious for him to get into bed with me.
"I don't think it would be right." He said.
"Quit being so stubborn." I said. "If you freeze to death over there I'll have to do all the driving tomorrow."
"Heidi," he said softly, "you're naked. It would be weird."
"So keep your clothes off and join me." I said. "We'll be naked and weird together. Besides who's ever going to know?"
"I don't know." He said.
"You'll just wake me up if you wait until you're cold and get in later." I said. "Quit being so puritanical and come get in bed."
He sat there for another moment, and then I felt the bed move as he got in, sliding between the sheets.
"Are you sure this is okay?" he whispered.
"Of course it is." I answered.
I stretched my arm out, intending to touch his shoulder or arm, and as my arm came up, I felt my knuckles brush against his erect cock.
We both froze, neither of us moving.
"Are you sure there's room in this bed for all three of us?" I giggled, breaking the silence.
"Heidi, I'm so sorry." He said. "I was just..."
"Relax Daddy." I said. "These things happen."
I finally reached out and touched his shoulder.
"Besides," I continued, "I'll take it as a compliment. Unless you want to claim that you just really like blizzards."
"It shouldn't have happened." He said softly. "I'm sorry."
"Remember how you said one time that I could ask you anything Daddy?" I whispered.
"Yeah, I remember that." He said.
"What does it feel like?" I asked.
"I don't know if this is the best place to talk about that." He said.
"I'm sorry if you're embarrassed." I said. "I just figured that since I already saw it and touched it, I might as well go all the way and ask about it."
"You saw it?" he asked softly.
"While you were drying." I giggled. "You thought I was asleep."
"I'm sorry Heidi." He said.
"Why?" I asked. "I liked that reaction. Even if you are my own Daddy."
We lay quietly for several minutes, and I worried that I had crossed some sort of line that couldn't be uncrossed.
