Overwhelmed, Rachel closed her ancient civilizations history book and decided she was finished with studying for the evening. She was tired and sore. She could feel her neck muscles twist into knots and was glad no one else was around.
Rachel still felt like a guest in her daddy's home after living there for only few months. Her daddy had let move in with his family and, even though the estate was large, share Anna's room while Rachel attended the local college to save money. Surprisingly, everyone was nice to her. The twin boys, who were only a year younger, were friendly and when she wasn't drunk, her step mother was fun and talkative. Rachel got along with everybody except her Anna, her half-sister.
Rachel and Anna had always battled for their father's attention but Rachel lived three states away with her mother. With their birthdates only days apart, the sisters fought endlessly. Nothing had changed since they were babies.
Their daddy had knocked up his wife and secretary at the same time. After the divorce, Rachel's mother ceased all but the most essential contact with her ex and moved away. For Rachel, her daddy was more of a fairy tale character than a real person, never seen and vaguely spoken of except late at night. So, when her daddy suggested she move in to his house so he could help with college, Rachel was excited.
Rachel looked at the clock and hurried because she was going to be late to meet her daddy. Quickly, she took a hot shower, slipped into her new panties, put on some lipstick and tried to find something nice to wear.
She didn't like anything in the closet she shared with Anna. She thought about the new dress Anna received for her birthday and pulled it out. The short, silky print dress had buttons down the front and hugged the torso. The fabric was thin and the skirt flared outward so that it would emphasize her long legs. It was a perfect for tonight.
Rachel knew Anna would be furious if Rachel wore the dress but, then again, Anna wasn't home. Rachel smiled and thought to herself, "Let her get mad, the dress should have been mine."
Rachel had wanted the dress first but, Anna talked their daddy into buying it for herself while Rachel was still in the dressing room. Rachel thought to herself, "Fuck you, Anna."
Anyway, the flirty dress fit Rachel better than it fit Anna because Rachel had a larger bust line and a pert ass. Looking in the mirror, Rachel knew her exposed thighs and cleavage, restrained only by dress's flimsy buttons, made the dress look sexy. Rachel knew it would get her daddy's attention. She was late, but she wanted to look special tonight because her daddy was going away on business for a month.
Then, Rachel slipped out the back door of the empty house and carefully headed into the dark backyard. Excited, she knew her father was waiting in the pool house for her, alone.
Deep into her freshman year at college, Rachel had been getting knots in her shoulders and neck from the pressure of the tests and studying. She started to get migraines from all of the pressure. She was in so much pain that she thought about quitting school and going back home but her daddy talked her out of it.
He said he knew what to do and started, privately, to give her massages after her studies. Miraculously, with the first massage, he worked the tension out of her muscles and she was able to relax. She found she was doing much better in school and she got to spend time alone with her daddy, away from Anna.
For the past two months, her daddy had been giving her massages every Monday, Wednesday and Friday night while her step-mother was teaching adult education classes downtown. While her step-mother was at work and the rest of the family was out, he had put a new massage table in the pool house and said not to tell anyone. He said he was taking an online massage therapist course to be able to help Rachel but he didn't want to become the family masseuse. It was their secret.
Always leaving early for their evening trysts under false pretenses, he parked on a quiet side street and covertly returned via the back alley and a forgotten gate. The rest of the family was unaware of their private meetings in the pool house.
The pool house was a brick, one room structure facing the swimming pool. It was hidden from the main house by a small hill and some evergreen trees. The pool was no longer heated and was now covered in black plastic. During the hot summer days, the pool house was a place to get out of the sun or pour tropical drinks for friends but now, during late autumn, it had been closed for the season, forgotten. No one came out here now, not even the gardeners. It was a perfect place for secrets.
The secluded walkway wasn't lit, so she carefully chose each footstep by moonlight while thinking about her daddy. He had been paying a lot attention to her lately but he was leaving for a month. She was going to miss him because they seemed to be getting so much closer, maybe too close.
During her massages, a lot of boundaries had been crossed. He was touching her in places that he shouldn't and telling her things that weren't appropriate. Even in the busy household, her daddy had taken a lot of liberties with her. Sometimes, he would open the bathroom door when she was taking a shower and talk to her, talk a long time. Rachel knew her body was exposed through the shower door.
Other times, he would slip his hand over breast or ass when no one else was looking and squeeze. His hand would linger until she brushed him away. When she scolded him, her daddy just laughed. Rachel knew she should have said something to her mother but secretly, she liked his attention. Her daddy knew it too because she stopped objecting as much.
Her daddy's massages had turned from clinical operations to sultry affairs that stirred his lust and her carnal desires. Deep inside, she knew these meetings were wrong; however she didn't want them to stop.
The years of being ignored or even worse, forgotten, by her daddy had blurred the lines of their relationship. She wanted him to want her. Once disregarded but now pursued by her daddy, she was ecstatic by her new status and their secret time alone. Emotionally abandoned in her childhood, she searched for any semblance of affection and immersed herself in it when she found it
Cautiously opening the cabana door, she scanned the yard to see if anyone was looking before she slipped inside the dark room. When Rachel entered the cabana, it took a moment for her blue eyes to adjust. Her daddy, standing by the massage table, gave her a big warm smile and handed her a glass of zinfandel. She took a big gulp. Acting enchanted, her daddy stated, "Rachel, you look beautiful. I've been waiting a long time for you, but after seeing you, it was worth it."
Rachel glanced down, embarrassed by his intensity, but she was happy to hear her daddy's praise. She could feel her nipples harden under his gaze. The room was dark and sensual with soft piano music playing. Nervously sipping the wine, she stood in front of her daddy in her little dress and let him look her over. Her daddy smiled at her, a big smile and teased her, "Should you be wearing that dress, baby? Did Anna say it was okay?"
Rachel ignored his question and replied, "Do you like it on me?"
"I love it on you, baby. Frankly, you look so good in that dress that I...that I wouldn't let you out on a date wearing it."
Rachel blushed but her daddy's compliment warmed her. While she stood by the doorway, her daddy walked around her, circled her, leering down at her. Rachel was nervous. He got so close that she could smell his woody cologne and feel his hot breath on her neck. Behind her, the lock on the door clicked shut. Her heart sped up. They were very alone.
As he circled around her, he said, "Tonight is our last massage for a while. I'm going to miss them while I'm gone. But, do you know what I am really going to miss? I'll really miss being alone with you, baby."
