Crimson colors exploded in Jenny Mann's head as her nightmare became more vivid. In au unending forest she was chased by demons and monster until, with a feeling of utter terror, they cornered her at the edge of a cliff, the drop being one on infinite depth. When Jenny turned to face her monsters, she found a knight in shinning armor slaying her tormentors. With trembling hands, she raised the knight's visor, standing in shock to find no one inside.
With a deep gasp, Jenny was awake from the latest rerun of a nightmare that had haunted her for some five years now. Now came the evilness of the panic attack, an attack that would seem to encompass her whole being for an hour or so, leaving her with a dread of when the dream would visit her again.
"What's wrong?" She heard her father whispered question from the other bed in the southern Indiana motel.
"Oh, God," Jenny whispered out, choking back her tears as she realized where she was.
Jenny was on her way to Broken Wing, Tennessee, a place her father had moved to some five years earlier. She was now out of school, wanting to spend her whole summer with him before starting college at Western Michigan University later that year.
With a deep breath of panic, Jenny was out of her bed and sitting on the side of his bed, her arms wrapped around her mid-section as if it were the only way to hold herself together. "I had a nightmare," she moaned out.
"You okay?" Her father, David Mann, asked, his hand touching her back.
"No," she sobbed in reply, laying down on her right side, snuggling up against him as close as the blankets would allow.
"What can I do?" Dave asked, concern dripping from his voice.
"Hold me," Jenny replied, pushing a long strand of her jet black hair from her face. "I'm so cold."
"Well..." Dave started to say something, but was interrupted as Jenny pushed the covers back and slid in next to his body. His naked body.
"God, you're so warm," Jenny observed, finding something odd. "Oh my God, you're naked, aren't ya?"
"I tried to tell ya," Dave chuckled, deciding it was a bit to late to make a big deal over it.
"Want me to get up so you can put something on?"
"Sure," he replied, running his left hand over her shoulder. "If it bothers you."
"No, it doesn't bother me," Jenny replied, enjoying the warmth of his body heat. "I am just too scared to worry about it right now. Is that bad?"
"No honey," Dave said, his fingertips brushing against his daughter's cheeks. "What was the nightmare about?"
As Jenny told him of the horrid dream, Dave rolled onto his back, shook a Viceroy from the pack by the bed, lighting it from the Zippo he had kept at his side for as long as Jenny could remember. Taking deep "drag" from the cigarette, Dave slid his right arm under his daughter's neck, pulling her even closer to his warm and naked body. Jenny wiggled even closer, the touch of her thighs against his sent a shiver up her spine, but it was no shiver of cold that tickled at her brain.
Jenny had laid with naked men more than once, but this was different... Much different. The times before had been after having sex and, as always the case seemed, they feel asleep while she lay in their limp arms, trying to figure out what was missing. This was missing, the holding and be listened to. She liked the touch of her father's fingertips along her right cheek and, even wilder, the almost sinful feeling of fingertips down her right arm. Jenny took a deep breath. This was nice, real nice. She decided then and there to do this more often, with or without her nightmare and panic attacks. What Jenny Mann didn't know was just how much she would be in his arms, let alone just how far the holding would carry both her father and her into a world Jenny had never thought about much.
It was still dark when Jenny woke up. She lay still listening to her father's breathing as he slept flat on his back. She could feel his body through her tee shirt and panties as she squirmed a little closer to get a bit more feeling of what she knew was most forbidden. With her eyes glued to the amber numbers of the alarm clock, she let her mind run wild until, after a few minutes, her thoughts had taken hold of her body.
Sure, he was her father, she rationalized, but he sure felt so much like other men. She put her fist to her mouth, smothering a giggle as her mind played games. Here was a naked man, sleeping but inches from her, that she could, if she moved very cautiously, explore a little bit.
Holding her breath, Jenny let her left arm venture behind her. She felt the warmth of his upper thigh as her hand slowly moved upwards, her ears attuned to any difference in her father's breathing. She felt her pubic hair brushing against her palm as she searched out his manhood. She gasped as her hand came to what she had never touched before.
With her heart pounding in her throat, she closed her hand around what seemed to be a massive cock. The ones before her father's cock now seemed to be a statement between manhood and youth. It seemed huge, hot and demanding as she left her hand roam up it's swollen shaft. Her hand ran up the hot flesh until at the very top. Her thumb played around the head a few times before she discovered something... She was wet and getting even wetter.
Taking her hand from his body, Jenny slid it into her panties, searching out the "magic button" she had used many times in the past. This was wild to lay next to her father, playing at her own body as she tried to stay still enough not to wake the light sleeping man up.
Faster and faster her finger moved over and around her clit. In her mind she could still feel the hard shaft in her hand. She was so close that it made her even hotter as her mind cast her forbidden fantasy. Faster and faster she worked, her hips now unable to resist moving slightly until, with a muffled gasp, Jenny felt her juices explode deep in her.
Jenny lay there, fearful that she had woken her father up. Her heart pounded as she both condemned and praised herself for what she had just done. What a wild climax this fantasy had led her to as she smiled at the alarm clock. What would it be like, she thought for a second, if he were to roll her over, rip her panties off and slowly slide that big cock of his deep into her. She took a deep breath, deciding it was high time to get to the bathroom- if her shaky knees would carry her- and get cleaned up before he did awake to one horny daughter.
Jenny finger herself a second time in the shower as her mind refused to calm down. She had touched what was most forbidden, her father, and it sure the hell didn't feel as forbidden as it felt exciting. As the hot water cascaded down on her, she closed her eyes, remembering every feeling her hand had just had. Her second climax was even wilder than the one she had beside her slumbering father, leaving her gasping for breath as she leaned against the blue fiberglass walls.
When Jenny came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her, she found her father laying on his back, another cigarette to his lips as he looked over at her. She took a long look at him, trying to see his eyes in order to gauge if he had any inkling of what she had done. When she decided he was not aware of her fondling him, she moved to the bed, opened her traveling case and pulled out the tightly packed clothes she planned on wearing. As she looked at the skimpy, blue panties, a thought came to her mind.
"You know how much I appreciate last night?" She asked her father, turning to him and letting the towel slowly slide from her body.
"Damn, Jen," Dave choked, his eyes running up and down her firm, eighteen year old body. "You sure have a way of showing it."
"Bothers you?" She asked playfully, sitting down on the bed and picking up the panties.
Dave looked long at her firm "C"-size breast. "I guess not," he chuckled, his mind wondering what it would be like to rap his lips around those hard, little nipples. "You just slept with your naked father. Guess there really isn't much to worry about."
"So, when you want to take off?" Jenny asked, standing up and pulling the panties up, making it a good show in the meager light from the tiny bathroom.
"Well, let me get some coffee, then we'll stop someplace and have a good breakfast."
"You? Eat breakfast? Since when?" Jenny picked on him over the fact that he never ate enough to feed a worm when he traveled.
"You in some big hurry, or something?" He questioned back, watching the firm nipples disappear under the blue bra.
"No, not a hurry," Jenny replied, slipping her left arm into the blue blouse. "Actually, I kinda like getting to know you better." She gave him a taunting smile.
"Well, let me take a shower and make a pot of coffee. Why don't you take the key back and see if there is any place close by that has real food."
An hour later the two were on the ramp leading to the interstate. The sun was just about to rise above the distant horizon. Jenny put the velvety seat back as the big, green Cadillac accelerated into the traffic. She reach over and laid her left hand over her father's right hand as it rested on the big floor shifter. With a crooked grin, Dave wrapped his index finger over her fingertips, rubbing at them lightly as she listened to the sounds of one of his Kitaro CDs coming from the stereo. Never before had she enjoyed the music as she now did.
The trip to Broken Wing seemed far too short for Jenny as they talked and joke like never before. For once in her life, Jenny was seeing her father in a whole different light. Now he wasn't the old man who listened to strange music and picked on her. Now he seemed a lot more human and a lot more interesting to talk to.
She hadn't been to Broken Wing the last two years, having spent a tremendous time working hard to keep her grades up. Dave had come to see her a few times but, outside of planning this summer, they hadn't done much. She knew he backed her hard studying, but she wondered if he may have drifted away from her.
Lynn, Dave's wife, was happy to see her, taking a lot of time to show Jenny around the new A-frame they had worked so hard to get. It was a very nice home, the dark colors of the wood seemed to pop out with the sunlight streaming in through the two large, glass doors flanking an equally large fireplace made of big rocks. Out the glass doors, far to the south, the deck overlooked Watts Bar Lake. What was best was the air conditioner that kept the place nice and cool, something Jenny would soon learn to appreciate.
The next morning, well after Lynn had left for work, Jenny woke up hearing female voices coming from below the loft. Slipping on a pair of blue Jean shorts, she made her way to the dinning room. Dave was sitting at the table with two young females, one was Lynn's sister, the other she didn't know.
Dave introduced her to Robin and Tammy. She smiled at Robin and told Tammy how much she had changed since she had last seen her. Robin was short... Real short, but her firm breasts pushed out firmly against the well-worn white tee shirt. Her blonde hair cascaded well past her shoulders. Tammy, on the other hand, was almost, if not, six feet tall, had tiny little breasts and dark brown hair that flowed down to her hips.
