Love Flourishes on a Rainy Night

It's around 2 a.m. as the old sedan speeds along the rain covered highway, the drops slamming against the windshield and hammering against the roof in staccato rhythm. The sound, like gravel being shoveled into a steel drum, reverberates through car, eliminating any chance of normal conversation.

My brother Daniel is driving, hunched over the steering wheel, peering into the darkness though the waves of rain striking the windshield. His wife Janice is sound asleep on the passengers side of the front seat, her head against the window, and her legs pulled up beneath her.

I'm your widowed father Phillip and you're my pretty 19 year old daughter, Samantha. You're sitting on my lap, looking out the window into the stormy blackness. We're returning from a wedding that took place in a neighboring state, on the farm of grandfather Jackson, the family patriarch. You have to sit on my lap, because the car's trunk and most of the backseat, are packed with crates and boxes of fresh fruits and vegetables that Daniel and Janice were able to wrangle from grandfather Jackson, free of charge.

We have a long drive ahead of us, more than 220 miles, to get home. The wedding was a wonderful affair, and you had a fun time, looking particularly resplendent in your pretty yellow dress. You're in college, and over the past year, you've become much more confident than you were in high school. You have long black hair and flawless, radiant skin, with deep blue eyes, and a strikingly lovely figure.

You turn, and look into my face, in the dim light. "Did you have a good time at the wedding daddy?" you ask. "I noticed that Aunt Marion was holding your arm tenaciously most of the time, and wasn't about to let go without a fight. I'm surprised she's not coming home with us." you say, a slightly catty tone in your voice. You've never been very tolerant of another female giving me more than a cursory level of attention. You've always been somewhat possessive when it comes to me. My wife, your mother, passed away over ten years ago, and I've raised you on my own.

We're close, very close, and since you started college, we haven't been able to see each other every day, a feature of living at home, that you enjoyed very much whlist you were in elementary and high school. We both miss that close daily interaction when we're apart, so when we're together, we spend most of our time alone with each other, saving interaction with friends and relatives for those lonesome times when we're apart. You make the trip home from college every month, both of us invariably anxious to spend every minute we can alone with one another.

"I'm bored daddy." You say, turning and looking at me, as you sit perched on my knee like a small colorful bird.

"So am I honey." I reply, "but it's only another 2 1/2 hours or so until we arrive home, and Uncle Dan is hell bent on getting there before dawn. He hates staying in motels, and I'm not really big on it either."

You giggle. "Admit it daddy, you just don't want to wind up all alone in a hotel room with me. I'll bet if it were aunt Marion on your lap, instead of me, you'd be trying to talk Uncle Dan into stopping at a small, out of the way, motel, so the two of you could be, all cuddly and cozy together, in a quiet little room." you say teasingly, but with an underlying tone of jealousy creeping into your words.

"Sweetheart, you're the only girl in the world I'd want to be all cuddly and cozy with, in a quiet little motel room." I whisper, sliding my arms around your slender waist. I pull you closer, and slide your knee over my lap, so you're straddling me.

You smile, always loving it when I make such statements.

I kiss you softly, lovingly, my hands sliding down over your slender waist and softly curved hips. As my hands slide over your hips, I don't feel any pantie lines through the thin material of your yellow dress.

"Honey, did you wear that dress to the reunion with no panties on?" I ask in disbelief.

You slide your arms around my neck and lean closer, biting the lobe of my ear as you whisper, "I had my panties on all day long daddy. I took them off and put them in my purse in the washroom, just before we left. I didn't see any harm in going commando so late at night. Especially after wearing them for almost 18 hours straight. After all, there's not going to be any wind, to blow my dress up around my hips, in the back seat of Uncle Dan's car."

I smile as I feel you nibbling playfully on my ear lobe. "Well, I suppose not Samantha." I say forgivingly, loving the conversational freedom we have in the backseat, with the downpour creating such a racket, that my brother Dan, seated only a few feet ahead of us, can't hear a word.

You push against me as you release my ear lobe, and kiss my face repeatedly, your lips moving slowly from my ear, down over my cheek, to my lips. "Just imagine what we could do back here in the dark daddy, with all of this noise drowning out anything we say to each other. We don't see each other nearly as often as we did when I was at home every day. When we do see each other, we should make our time together a lot more memorable." you say softly, the tip of your tongue slipping between my lips, and touching the tip of my tongue.

I'm about to give you a mild scolding for behaving in such a slutty manner, when I realize that my cock is stiffening as you kiss me so sensually, your arousal, leading to my arousal.

"Really sweetheart?" I whisper against your warm, soft lips, the tip of my tongue caressing your tongue back, as my cock grows longer and thicker, creating a hard bulge in the front of my pants. "We could get caught if the rain stops suddenly, or if Janice wakes up." I say worriedly, the risk of being caught having sex with my own daughter, in the back seat of a car, terrifying me.

"We could wait until we get home, sweetheart." I suggest, liking the idea of finally sleeping with you, in my bed, in my arms, all night long.

You giggle, "It wouldn't be nearly as exciting as doing it in the back seat of Uncle Dan's car, in the middle of the night, during a storm, surrounded by crates of fruit and vegetables. If we don't get too carried away, nobody will ever know daddy." you say a little poutingly.

"Well... I... I... guess we could get away with it sweetheart." I say, my libido skyrocketing, as I slide my hands under the hem of your dress, and caress the outside of your silky smooth legs. I love feeling the naked skin of your upper legs for the first time, and slide my hands up and down over the round firm globes of your bum, delighting in how perfect your figure has gotten over the past year.

You giggle softly, reaching down and undoing the front of my pants, sliding your hand inside, and wrapping your fingers erotically around the thick shaft of my stiffly erect cock.

"Wow!" You giggle excitedly, "Your cock is huge, and so hard Daddy."

My back arches in reaction to the feel of your hands touching the most intimate part of my body for the first time. I moan softly as I feel your fingers gripping the thick hard shaft.

"That feels so nice sweetheart." I whisper, loving the soft gentle touch of your fingers wrapping around my cock, for the first time in our lives. One of my hands slides between your legs, caressing the warm smooth mound of your naked pussy. I feel your body tense as my hand slides down over your full round labia, one of my fingers sliding into the warm slippery slit between them.

Your pussy feels wet, wet and slick, as my exploring fingers make tiny circles over the turgid tip of your clit. I slide its tiny hood back and forth, over the small pink pearl tip, pressing gently against it as I caress it for the first time in our lives. I feel your hips react with soft jerks as I slide my probing finger lower, and insert it into the tight wet opening of your vagina. I slide it slowly, sensually, in and out as I move it in a gentle circle, loving how willingly and eagerly you're reacting to my touch.

You look into my face. "I've wanted to do this for a long time daddy." you whisper softly. "I've been in love with you for so long."

I smile at you in the dim light. "I love you too sweetheart. I can't deny that I've thought about this a lot since you headed off to college, but, until now, I had no idea you felt the same."

We kiss again, a long deep kiss of resignation, where we both silently concede that our relationship is much more special and intimate, than the traditional relationship between daddies and their daughters.

The kiss is so loving, so intense, that it seems virtually endless. I feel your hand and gentle fingers gripping the thick hard shaft of my cock as you rise up off of my lap and guide the round smooth head of my cock to your opening. You lower your vagina down over the bulbous head, your warm entrance stretching around it in a tight wet circle.

We both groan as my cock slides into you. Your pussy is tight, very tight, but the walls of your vagina are awash with warm silky grool, that clings to the swollen head and thick hard shaft, making the long sensual slide to your cervix, so perfectly erotic.

I push into you eagerly, each thrust sliding the roundly dilated head of my cock, a little deeper into your warm wet vagina. Seconds later, I feel the round smooth dome of your cervix pushing against the spongy head of my cock as I bottom out, deep inside my own daughter's female center.

The hem of your yellow dress is spread out around you like a satin moat, hiding our clandestine passage into incest. The endless drone of the rain hammering against the metal roof of my brother's old sedan, and the bumpy surface of the old highway, makes our eager thrusting nearly impossible to detect.

I push fervently up into your warm tight pussy, filling and emptying your vagina, again and again, my stiff cock driving in and out of you young nubile body, like a pounding piston.

You fuck me back just as hard. Your deep love for me laid bare as your arms tighten around my neck, pulling my mouth to yours.

Our probing tongues ravish each other, and we begin sharing the air we're breathing. You mash your mound against the thick hard base of my cock, as you slide your warm wet pussy up and down the thick shaft, your swollen clit mashing wantonlyagainst its steel hard base.

"Oh daddy!" you whisper against my mouth. "I'm going to cum."

I hold you tightly, lovingly. "Oh god yes! Cum all over my cock sweetheart." I whisper excitedly, feeling my swollen balls pulling up tightly against the thick hard base of my cock, as they to move into ejaculation position.

A second later, I feel your small body tense, powerful spasms shaking you, as the hard contractions of your orgasm run up and down, along the smoothly lubricated length of your vagina, erotically squeezing the thick hard shaft of my cock.

The feel of your orgasm, as you cum hard all over my stiff member, is so erotic that my ejaculation follows almost immediately.

I push deep into your small perfect body, burying the bulbously bloated head of my cock against your cervix. I strain against you, my arms holding you tightly, as hot hick sperm filled cum explodes from the reddened tip of my cock, flooding your vagina in a hot gelatinous sea of your own father's semen.

I cum hard, my cock and balls pumping furiously, sending jet after jet of hot sperm filled cum deep into my daughter's vagina, releasing hundreds of millions of frenzied, darting sperm at the dilated opening her warm pulsing cervix.

We continue holding onto one another lovingly, and kissing deeply, even though we've both orgasmed. The sexual urgency is now gone, but the love we have for one another is not the least diminished.

As my cock softens, cum and pussy grool begins to ooze out around my flaccid member. It flows, warm and thick, down over my gently spasming balls, soaking my pants with the copious evidence of our lovemaking. I reach into my lapel pocket, and take out the wad of tissues I always keep there. I slide several of the tissues between your roundly swollen labia, and use the rest to wipe off my cock and mop up the overflow on the front of my pants.

We fall asleep in one another's arms in the darkness, the rhythm of the rain, on the roof of the old sedan, now luring us soothingly into slumber.

It seems like only a second or two has passed, when I hear my brother Dan's voice. "We're here Phil."

I sit up, with you still in my arms, and realize we're stopped in front of my house.

"Oh!... Okay Dan." I reply. "Jenny's sound asleep. I'm going to carry her into the house. Thanks for the ride."

Doug gets out and opens the door for us, and I get out, holding you in my arms, and make my way through the driving rain, up to the front door. You wake up as I fumble for my house keys, the cool night air and heavy rain jarring you out of your peaceful slumber. I lower you to the porch, and open the door.

We wave to Doug, as the old sedan rushes off into the darkness, and then step into the house, closing and locking the door behind us. Mere minutes later, we're in bed naked, our need filled lovemaking jarring the bed frame. And so begins the rest of our lives as cohabiting lovers.