At the end of my last year of high school tragedy had struck my family and my Mother, along with my two younger sisters and my younger brother had been killed in a horrific motorway pileup that had also claimed the lives of twenty-three other people. The surviving members of my family, my father, older brother and I endured the grief as best we could and a year later things were beginning to return to normal.
After the accident I had been determined to change my choice of university and attend one close to home so that I could be with my father and brother. However the men in my family had other ideas and felt that as the remaining female member, I should follow through with my plans as originally intended. I had tried to argue my point, but truth be told my heart was not really in it. I had been looking forward to spreading my wings and although the accident had knocked my confidence, I still felt that the going away to study was the best thing for me.
My brother and father had seen me off from the station a year ago and now returning I felt a pang as I realised yet again that my mother and younger siblings would not be there to greet me. In fact another surprise was waiting at the station as I realised that only my father was at the station. I craned my neck from the train window long before the train pulled up into the station, in the hopes that I would glimpse my family.
As I disembarked from the locomotive my father strode towards me enveloping me in a bear hug and squeezing me tight. After a few moments I stepped back and looked at my father. My experiences over the past year allowed me to appreciate things about the man before me, that I had never noticed before. The firm set of his shoulders, and the way his muscles moved as he picked up my cases. Striding in front of me as he led the way back to the car, I caught myself recollecting a conversation I had with my roommate the night before leaving university...
"So have you ever thought about it?" Claire asked me as she starred intently at a photo of my Father and brother.
"No of course not, why have you?" I enquired breathless at what her answer might be.
"Hell yeah loads. I mean my Dad is no way as cute as yours Karyn, and my brother isn't all that, but I'm going to do it this vacation."
"You really mean it, don't you?" I was shocked not only that we were discussing instigating incestuous relationships with our brothers and Fathers, we had now progressed to actually thinking of attempting this course of action. "Of course I mean it," Claire replied breathlessly as she stroked herself whilst staring at the picture of my family. "Look I will make you a deal. If we both succeed, next vacation we will all take a trip together and truly get to know each other." A little skeptical about the whole idea I simply nodded hoping that I wouldn't be pressed for a more affirmative answer.
The nod however seemed to satisfy my roommate and we had both dropped the subject as we became more interested in pleasuring each other.
A smile played across my lips as I reminisced and with a quizzical look my father inquired as to what I found so amusing. Scrambling in my brain to come up with a good excuse, as I could hardly tell the real reason I dropped my head to hide my embarrassment. As I lowered my head I was treated to the sight of my Fathers long tanned legs and tight peachy ass. Ooh my God I was checking my Father out. As I sharply snapped my head up I caught my Father in the eye, and was intrigued to see him turn away flustered. Now what had all that been about.
As we drove through the late afternoon traffic, Angie Stone blaring from the stereo made sure that conversation was nigh on impossible and besides it was nice to be able to sit with my own thoughts and steal glances at my father through lowered lashes. I wondered what he was thinking.
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As she had stepped down from the train I had become aware that this was not my little girl anymore. A year ago I had set a small frightened grief-stricken little girl on the same train to take her away to the waiting world. Now a year later this gorgeous gazelle of a woman appeared and told me she was my daughter. I had folded her into a hug as I still marvelled at the transformation that a year had brought to my baby girl. As I held her, I was fascinated with the sight of her rounded breasts rising and falling slightly with her breathing as I crushed her to me. Almost as if of their own volition my hands started creeping down her back and came to rest on her pert buttocks.
The feeling of her pulling back caused me to realise that I had been more than halfway to a severe erection and as my daughter smiled I panicked wondering if she had been aware of my semi-erect state. I needed to know so I queried the smile. Karyn had dropped her head in embarrassment and I thought I had been caught. Whilst loading her cases into the car I had risked a quick peek at my daughter to see if I had upset her and instead to my most fervent surprise had caught my daughter trying to hide the fact that she was checking out her old man.
The ride home was completed in silence broken only by me telling Karyn that her older brother Lee was away on a summer sports tryout and would not be back for a week. Sitting in silence I tried to concentrate on my driving, as Angie Stones soulful vocals tried to soothe the raw nerves in the car. Karyn had raced into the house as soon as we arrived leaving me to bring in her cases. This I didn't mind as it enabled me to have a stern talking to with myself. I tried to scare myself with visions of burning in hell for incestuous thoughts, and also by thinking about prison and the nightmares that it held. After about 10 minutes my erection had subsided to the point where I could enter the house relatively unabashed.
I passed the bathroom door, and sounds within alerted me. My daughter had obviously decided to take a shower and a grin spread across my face as I remembered that this was one of my daughter quirks. Karyn said that travel always made her feel dirty. It had been a running joke in the house before the accident that Karyn could be in the shower before the car had got to a complete stop. Laughing softly to myself I continued down the hallway and placed my daughters cases in her room. On turning to exit the room I came face to face with a sight that made my breath catch and my cock get so hard that I thought I had blue balls.
There at the doorway was my daughter. She had obviously forgotten something and thinking she was alone upstairs dashed naked from the shower to her room to retrieve it. Unfortunately this had been at the same moment that I was exiting her room and so we had collided and I had found myself holding this wet nubile young woman.
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No. How could this have happened? As I stood dripping water on the carpet I could feel my father's breath on the nape of my neck as his hands massaged the small of my back. He seemed unaware that his erection was pressing into my belly. I couldn't believe it. I had only been discussing this very thing with Claire the night before and here I was less than twelve hours into my vacation and I was already naked and being held by my father. An involuntary movement from my father brought forth a moan from me as my sensitive nipples were dragged across his shirt. My sound had broken the moment and as reality crashed in on my Father he jerked back as though stung.
"Oh Karyn, I'm sorry I didn't see you there. I didn't hurt you did I?"
"No, Dad I'm fine I just ran back for my shampoo and toothbrush. Sorry I didn't think anyone was upstairs."
"That's no problem sweetheart, just put some clothes on before you catch a chill, ok."
"Ok Dad no problem" I called back as he retreated down the stairs. I was covered in goose bumps where his hands had been and I knew it had nothing to do with the cold. I returned to the shower and under the warm jets of water I began to realise that maybe Claire had a point. Where else could a girl learn about love, if not from the men in her family?
By the time the shower had washed away the last of the lather from my hair I had formulated a plan. I knew my father was attracted to me, even if he did not want to believe it himself. The next part was the hard part. How to turn simple attraction into a craving, a burning desire that would push all thoughts out of my Fathers mind. With this thought guiding my actions I dressed carefully. I didn't want to alarm my Dad but I did want him to start thinking in the right direction. I carefully selected my outfit choosing a pretty gypsy of the shoulder top that at first glance was very demure and respectable. Yet on closer inspection it was obvious that the top was practically see through and the embroidery left large holes through which my nipples would often get caught. I teamed the top with a very short pair of denim shorts that had been too small when I left for university and were now almost pornographic.
On bounding into the living room, I manoeuvred myself until I was in my Fathers line of sight before I bent gracefully at the waist and strapped on my sandals. I heard his breath grow ragged as I fastened my shoes, knowing that he would now be aware that I was not wearing any underwear. I straightened up and must have done so too quickly for all of a sudden the room started to spin and before I knew what was happening I had crumpled to the floor. A sound of concern brought me out of my daze as I came round to find my head on my father's lap as he stroked my hair.
"Hey Honey you gave me quite a fright there" he said smiling down on me. As I nestled deeper into his lap I could feel the heat in his groin growing so I nestled deeper. "Sorry Dad, I didn't mean to scare you, I guess I just stood up too fast."
"Maybe you ought to stay around the house for a few days until you get back into the swing of things" he suggested as he continued to stroke my hair. With a beaming smile, I raised up my torso deliberately placing my hand on his stiffening bulge. Pressing my breasts against his chest I kissed him softly on the cheek. Then without realising I turned and kissed him gently on the lips.
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Her breasts crushed against my chest for the second time this morning and as she leaned on my thigh her hand absently stroked my leg, occasionally resting on my almost painful erection. My breath caught as she kissed my cheek and then stopped altogether as she pressed her beautiful lips against mine. I knew I should do something. Pull away, break the contact, but I couldn't. I thought I was going to go deaf my ears were pounding so hard as my blood pressure increased in relation to the pressure on my lips and groin. As I began to fear that I would loose control, my daughter disengaged herself from my lips and slowly raised herself to a standing position. I was entranced with the procedure and the sight of her shorts cutting high into her backside and pulling tightly across her hips did nothing to alleviate the ache that had begun in the very pit of my stomach.
