Katie and her father are off on one last road trip before she goes off to college. As they drive long into the night, Katie can't keep her eyes open, so takes a nap.
Her father sees and hears things that shock him. He adores her with all his heart but his desire swells as she pleasures herself while asleep, calling out his name.
He's a "good" father and guilt consumes him for feeling the same. His desire to make love to his daughter eats at him, but he can not deny it.
When they stop for the night and have to share a room with only one full sized bed. Will he be able stay a "good" father? He is tested to the limits, laying with his sleeping, nubile daughter.
What would YOU do, having to chose between your hearts desires, and what the rest of the world considers "right"?
This 5800 word story is divided into two, titillating chapters, with a hot bonus epilogue. It's filled with the emotions and struggles of a father trying to be "good", along with Nocturas's usual beautifully detailed love scenes.
“Katie… Katie… Hey Kitten,” I whispered, trying half heartedly to wake her… to make her stop.
My fingers tightened against her waist. Her thin shirt had ridden up without me noticing, so I was touching her bare skin. It was so soft and warm it made my cock twitch involuntarily. She let out a breathy sigh as her hips started to wiggle.READ MORE
I swallowed hard, afraid to move. I was turned on. I shouldn’t have been, but I was. Nothing had happened, really, but the sound of her soft moans and sighs had a definite sexual tone to them. She must be dreaming sexy things… but of who? Some boy at school, or one of those boy band singers? A pang of jealousy drove through my heart at that thought. Stupid fool, you know she’s going to have a boyfriend eventually and have sex. It’s not like she’s your wife… she’s your daughter for God’s sake.
I almost jumped when her hand pressed against the tent my jeans. She had reached up and started rubbing my hard-on through the denim. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God… what do I do! I need to wake her up! Oh… fuck. That feels good. She squeezed the bulge softly, her small fingers playing with my aching shaft. It had been years since anyone but me had touched my cock.
“Mmmmm….” she cooed as she toyed with the monster in my pants.
I shook her softly, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her tummy. “Kitten… Wake up.” I whispered. I should have been louder. But, God help me, I didn’t want her to wake up. I didn’t want her to stop.
She turned in her sleep, rolling onto her back, her head still laying on my thigh. One arm was thrown up over her head, kneading my aching cock. The other hand slid down to catch my hand. The hand that now rested on her deliciously flat tummy. She gave it a gentle, loving squeeze. Then she tangled her fingers with mine. It was so sweet, she had always loved to hold my hand, even when it wasn’t necessary. She had always clung to me.
I thought my torture couldn’t get any worse. I already felt horrible for enjoying the feel of my sleeping daughter’s hand absently rubbing my cock. Then she made it seem so innocent by holding my other hand. As a final torment, she drew her arm up, dragging my hand along, to cup her firm, plump, teenage breast.
My breath caught in my throat as Katie pressed my hand to her boob. Why? Why would she do that? I thought, my mind reeling, as my fingers tightened around her breast. It was so soft and spongy, and filled my hand perfectly. After a second, I tried to take my hand away, but she pressed down, crushing the apple sized tit under my hand.COLLAPSE