Molly James had just returned to her hometown after a long vacation. She and a few friends had spent the week lying on the shore of Wallowa Lake, tanning and drinking. The drive from Eastern Oregon had been a long eight hours and everyone was tired and ready to get home.
Finally, the Honda Civic pulled up in front of her house. Molly gathered her belongings from inside the car while her friend Matt popped the trunk and grabbed her other bags. "I'll help you in, if you want," Matt offered.
"Oh, no thanks. I can manage," Molly said with a smile.
"I had a great time, you know. The other night." Matt blushed after he said these words. They hadn't spoken about Tuesday night since it happened.
"Me too. This isn't really the place though. I'll call you later, k?" She didn't want to talk about this in front of their friends and thankfully, Matt seemed happy that she was planning on calling. Molly kissed him on the cheek, and headed to the porch of her parent's home. She was so excited to finally be home. It's hard to sleep when you're not in your own bed and Molly had really missed her dad. She hoped he had been okay while she was away.
She watched until the car had driven out of sight and unlocked the front door. As she headed upstairs, she thought about "the other night" Matt had referred to. Molly had had a few too many cocktails, Matt had been the only one awake with her, and she wanted him. She wished she didn't, but she did. Cocktails can do that to a girl. Molly had always enjoyed sex and being in control, and sleeping with Matt was no different. She had straddled his lap for a make out session, unbuttoned his pants for a blow job, and then bent over the arm of the couch while he fucked her. Now, in the light of day, with a clear head, she regretted all of this. Matt and Molly had never had any chemistry together. Since elementary school, he always been a little in love with her, but she could only see him as a friend. Obviously she didn't only see him as a friend now, which really confused her. She would call him later and straighten everything out- they would just go back to being friends.
Once in her room, she tossed her bags onto the floor and pulled out her toiletries. Shampoo and soap in hand, she headed to her bathroom to shower. She felt she really needed a shower at home, to wash away that "great outdoors" feeling. Molly turned the warm water on, pulled her white t-shirt off and unhooked her lacey white bra. She turned in the mirror to admire her new tan. She had even been daring enough to lay topless, so her 32B breasts were also a golden brown. Her whole body had that "sun kissed" look.
Molly finished undressing and stepped into the shower. She stood in the gentle spray and helped wet her hair thoroughly by sliding her hands through it. She poured some shampoo into her hands and began washing her long, dark brown mane. While she rinsed, she thought of Matt. She had a lot of fun with him on the trip. Maybe the sexual tension had been building all of these years. She thought maybe they would give dating a try. She finished washing her body and stepped out of the shower.
Once out, Molly dried herself with a fluffy white towel. She placed her right leg on the lid of the toilet and dried from her toes all the way up her toned calf and thigh. She did the same with her left leg and then wrapped the towel around her back. She rubbed the towel from side to side to dry her buttocks and her back then dried her flat stomach and breasts. Since she was home alone in the middle of the afternoon on a Thursday, she wrapped her hair in her towel and headed to her bedroom, naked.
Molly wasn't alone though. Her Dad, Eric, had come home early to see her when she arrived from her trip. Eric had car pooled with another family in the neighborhood, since his car was in the shop. He had asked if his buddy could drop him off early. Molly was unaware of the special love he felt for his daughter. She had probably never noticed the way he watched her, especially since she had gone through puberty. Molly had grown from a chubby awkward kid into a very sexy young woman.
Eric tried to stop the erection that had formed in his slacks, without success. Sitting in his office, he had a direct view from his doorway into Molly's room, without her really noticing him. He had seen her walk out of the bathroom, stark naked with nothing but a towel on her head. Now, Molly stood in her room, seeming to look through her closet for clothes to wear. She seemed to change her mind and to his delight, she bent over to dig through one of her unpacked bags. He could admire her naked, full behind and tight legs without reproach. Eric could just imagine walking in behind her, unbuttoning his pants, sliding his cock inside her..... Before he could continue with his fantasy, Molly picked up the bag she had been looking through and took it to her dresser. This allowed Eric to view and admire her profile. Molly's breasts were so delectable. With their golden color from her days spent on the beach, he wanted them in his hands more than ever. Molly must've been looking for her hairbrush, because she pulled the towel from her head and began brushing her hair. Watching her made him want her so badly.
For a few years now, Eric and Molly's mother, Jamie, had not had a good marriage. There had been multiple affairs by both parties, but the couple stayed together. They hadn't had sex together in three years, barely spoke to each other, and he was very lonely. Especially the week Molly had been gone. Not only did want her to be his lover, she was his best friend. They did everything together and she helped combat the despair. Suddenly, Eric felt sad and decided to go into Molly's room to talk to her. He felt guilty for staring at her with lust in his heart.
Eric left his office and headed to Molly's room. She was going through the drawers of her dresser, probably looking for panties. "Hi Molly," Eric smiled.
"Oh, hi, Daddy. Are you okay?" Molly looked concerned, but wrapped her towel around her body as she asked him. She had never been too modest.
Suddenly, he realized he had tears in his eyes. "I'm fine, I just missed you."
"I missed you too, but I'm home now. Come and sit down. Did you and Mom have another fight?" Molly sat on the edge of her bed.
"Oh, no. Nothing like that. It's just lonely around here when you're gone." Eric said, honestly.
"I know, Daddy. I'm sorry." Molly leaned in and kissed her dad on the cheek.
Eric couldn't help himself. He reached his hand out to touch her exposed thigh and caught her retreating mouth with his. She fought the kiss for a moment, but when he felt her lips part for his tongue, he couldn't believe this woman he had raised. Her soft lips were like silk against his own. She leaned into him and he pulled her closer. They kissed hard and more feverishly, Eric couldn't get enough of his little girl.
Molly couldn't believe she was kissing her father. She was disgusted at first, but he was such a good kisser, she couldn't pull her lips away from his. When his tongue slid inside her mouth to touch her own, she could feel the excitement in her stomach and the moisture forming between her legs. She slid her arms around his neck and kissed him harder, sliding her own tongue into his mouth to tease him. He groaned when she did this and she became more excited.
