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Every summer, my family and I would travel to Montana to our cabin for a few months. It was a wonderful family vacation, a great way to get away from the hustle and bustle of our regular lives for a month, and just live in the great outdoors with each other. My Dad and Mom, my older brother Jeb and my younger brother Cal and I would take a plane from our home in Los Angeles to Missoula, where we would pick up our 4 by 4 from its winter parking, and drive the two hundred miles into the Big Sky country. We left civilization behind and played in entire isolation. It was awesome!

Last summer, though things changed, and changed forever, I guess. I never would have imagined in a million years the events of that month. It all started in May, the week before we traditionally left. Already there was a break with tradition. Jeb, who had just turned 19, and just finished his freshman year at UCSD, had decided to live and work for the summer in San Diego. Mainly, I think, it was because his girlfriend, Susannah, lived there, and he wanted to be near her for a summer of hot lovin'! I couldn't blame him, though. She was really sweet, and I was kinda hoping that she might be a sister to me some day.

Also, Cal, who was 14, desperately wanted to go to soccer camp, which started in June. Mom and Dad agreed, which made sense 'cause soccer was just about the only thing that Cal really cared about. Which left me, Mom and Dad for the summer trip. In a way, I was happy about it. I would have the entire month alone from my brothers. Don't get me wrong, I love my brothers, but an 18-year old girl starts to enjoy her privacy, if you know what I mean. In any case, I could just read, work on my tan in the great outdoors, wander around the woods, hang out with my parents, who I really get along with.

Mom and Dad married young, 'cause Mom got pregnant with Jeb sophomore year in high school. She was only 15! But she was raised real religious, and she didn't want to get rid of the baby. Fortunately, Dad, who was 16 at the time, was the kind of guy who didn't back down from commitments, and he proposed to her. It took them some time to persuade their parents, but they won out. Dad got a job on the movie sets, and worked his way up. He got lucky and got hold of a property and produced a sleeper movie hit. After that, he became a big shot producer. Now, he's 35 years old, and Mom's 34, and they're really in their prime.

My Mom is California beautiful, the kind of babe you always see roller-blading down by the beach in stupid teen sex flicks. She has long brunette hair, straight as a ruler falling all the way down her back, and that kind of sex kitten face which seems to drive boys crazy. She's definitely curvy, and she always dressed to show off her body. At the same time, she's put herself through college and law school, and now she's an associate for an up and coming law firm in L.A. She's taught me a lot about how to "display yourself to advantage," as she puts it. She's shown me how to use makeup to look classy, not slutty, how much cleavage and leg you can get away with showing without coming off as a skank. Like I said, we've got a real cool relationship, more like sisters than mother-daughter, I guess.

Dad always looks fit and trim. He works out a lot, at least three times a week. He kinda looks like that Daniel Day Lewis guy, only more packed. He's got wavy dark hair and these green eyes that seem to look right into you (I know, having been caught a couple times lying). He's about 6'1", and he always dresses real casual, but hip. He's easy to talk to, and great with advice about growing up, even about boys. He regularly comes to my room for a little father-daughter chat, to check in. He's so gentle and kind, and so in love with my Mom. It's been wonderful to have such a successful relationship in my parents' marriage that I can aspire to.

I suppose I should describe myself too. If I were telling another girl what I looked like, I'd say I was tall and slim, with shoulder-length straight auburn hair and cornflower-blue eyes. But I know you guys want to hear more than that. I have a round face with a small, slightly upturned nose. My lips are pretty full, and I guess I have a bit of a natural pout. I have long legs, without any flab on them, I'm proud to say, leading up to an extremely fine ass, if I do say so myself, the kind they call heart-shaped. I've got a flat stomach, a thin waist and hips that just flare out a bit. My boobs stand up on their own, very round, and my nipples tend to get erect very easily. I'm not vain, but I get enough looks from guys to know that I'm pretty much a hot babe.

Anyway, that May I came home from school one day, and heard my parents arguing about something.

"Anne, you've got to go to the cabin this summer. It may be the last one we ever have as a family!"

"Look, Mark, I know. But this is such a great opportunity for me. I can't pass it up. You know I've been working to get this client for months. If I go away now, I'll lose him to that jerk Anders. This means the difference between associate and partner for me."

"Oh, God. I suppose you're right. You know I support you in everything regarding your career. I'm just disappointed that we won't have the time together. We need it. I barely see you with our respective schedules."

"I know, honey, and I'm very disappointed, too. You should still go up there with Karen. I know she's been looking forward to it for a long time."

I felt a bit of a thrill when I heard Mom say this. I'm a bit jealous when it comes to my Dad, and a chance to spend some real quality time alone with him made me extremely happy, even while I was sad that Mom couldn't come also. I closed the front door a bit louder than usual to signal to them that I was home, and came in to the living room. Mom said to me,

"Hi, sweetie. Can I talk to you upstairs?"

I nodded, and we went up to my room. Mom sat me down on my bed, and sat down next to me.

"Karen, sweetheart, I've got some bad news. That client I've been chasing has decided to take me on as his lawyer, which means I'm going to have to work intensively with him for the next few months. I won't be able to go to the cabin this summer with you and Dad."

"Oh, Mom, that stinks! I mean, I'm happy you got the client, but it won't be the same without you at the cabin."

"Thanks, honey, that's so sweet. But you and Daddy will go up and have a great time. I know he loves to spend time with you, so you should just go up there and relax."

She reached up and brushed a lock of my hair off of my cheek, and let her fingers graze slowly down the side of my face, coming to rest on my shoulder. She looked at me intently, her blue eyes locking onto mine.

"You've really grown up a lot in this past year, Karen. You've turned into quite a looker. I think your Dad has noticed too."

She paused for a second, as if trying to decide whether to say something. Then she leaned in close to me, her cheek almost touching mine.

"Maybe you should indulge him a little," she whispered, almost too soft to hear. Then she pulled back slightly and kissed me slowly, right at the corner of my mouth, her lips barely touching mine. Then suddenly, she was gone, out of my room, leaving me in astonishment over what I thought I had heard.

Over the next few days, I thought about what she had said. Was she giving me permission to come on to my own father? What was she hoping would happen? While I was packing that week, she was not around much, at the office late, leaving home early. Finally, school let out, and the next day, I got up early to go with my Dad to the cabin. Mom got up early too, and had breakfast with us. She came up to my room to help me bring stuff down. She looked at what I had laid out to wear on the trip and tut-tutted.

"Haven't I taught you anything, Karen? These clothes are frumpy. Where's that nice summer dress we got last month?"

I went and got it, and when I came back into the room, I saw she had gotten some lingerie out of my drawer for me to wear with it.

"Here, wear these with it. Hurry up, get changed!"

I quickly stripped out of my pajamas, and reached for the bra. Mom looked at me appraisingly as she handed over the piece of underwear.

"You're definitely a daughter of mine, honey. You've got all the right curves in all the right places."

We giggled, as I fitted the cups of the bra over my boobs. I'm a 34C in the chest, and the lacy underwired bra was slightly small, pushing my breasts up and together. I stepped into the thong underwear Mom had chosen, fitting it up snugly between my ass cheeks. I'm rightly very proud of my ass, which is probably my finest asset, pun intended. I like to wear thong underwear as much as possible to show off its ability to stand firm without support. It does mean I have to keep my bush neatly trimmed, but that's part and parcel of the game.

I slipped into the dress, a light yellow cotton number, mid-thigh, but with a very flaring skirt. The top buttons up the front, with spaghetti straps over the shoulders, revealing as much as you want of your bra. It's a very sexy dress, and I love it. I twirled for Mom, letting the skirt flare up to show off my butt and thighs. She whistled in approval.

"Very nice indeed, Karen," she said, taking my hands and pulling me close. "Now, remember what I said the other day."

And she leaned in and kissed me directly on the lips.

I was so shocked I stood stock-still. I could feel her soft lips slightly parted against mine, then the tip of her tongue gently touched my lips. Without thinking, I opened my mouth and let her tongue enter. With a hand on the back of my head, she gently frenched me, her tongue softly twining around mine. It was the sweetest, most loving, most erotic kiss I'd ever had, and I nearly swooned in her arms.

"That's for good luck!" she said with a wink, and turned to grab my suitcase and left the room. I stood there for a second, my mind whirling around, trying to grasp the significance of that kiss. Suddenly, I realized how wet I was between my legs, and that I was shaking from the intensity of the experience. I pulled myself together and went downstairs.

The flight was pretty empty. Dad and I were sitting next to each other, and I guess there were about ten other people total in the coach section. The plane trip takes three hours, so we had a while before we got to Montana. I felt kinda unsure of myself next to Dad all of a sudden, thinking about what Mom had suggested. Could she be right? Did Dad think of me in that way? He hadn't checked me out at all this morning (a girl is very aware when a guy is looking her over), despite my sexy outfit.

I sneaked a glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He was a very handsome man, for sure. His features seemed chiseled, and were framed handsomely by his wavy hair. His lips suddenly appeared very sensual to me, and I wondered what it would be like to kiss them. I remembered that I used to have a huge crush on him, when I was twelve or thirteen. The crush was typical for a girl in her early teens: he was the perfect man in my eyes, kind and loving, but completely not dangerous sexually. I used to fantasize about having a romantic evening with him, supper and dancing, maybe. But the fantasy always ended before anything too intimate could happen. Now I was extending those fantasies, thinking about the next step. Was I crazy?

All of a sudden, I had to know if Dad was at all interested in me as a woman. I decided to test him. I had some magazines in my bag in the overhead compartment, and I announced that I was going to get one down. I unbuckled my seat belt and stood up. Deliberately, I stepped up onto the seat, and opened the door to the overhead. Standing as I was, barely a foot away from him, I knew that Dad would have a great view up my skirt if he wanted to. Furthermore, although he couldn't tell, I could watch him through the hinge in the door. I quickly located the magazine, but pretended to rummage for a while longer while I covertly glanced at Dad.

His eyes were glued to my legs! I wondered how far up my skirt he could see, and decided that I might as well give him the full view, innocently of course. I slightly parted my feet, as if to get better balance, and stood up on tiptoe. I watched his eyes widen as they gazed up under my skirt, and I knew he could see all the way to my crotch, encased in the black thong underwear. A feeling of power surged through me. Such control I had, just because of my sexiness! I could turn my own Dad on!

I closed the door to the compartment, and started to step down. Just then, the plane hit a slight patch of turbulence, and I quickly took advantage of the moment to pretend to slip. I twisted as I fell, into Dad's lap. He tried to catch me as I tumbled, and one of his hands came to rest on my bare thigh just above the hem of my skirt while the other grabbed my waist. I reveled in the feel of his strong hand on my skin.

"Oops! Thanks, Dad, for catching me!"

I lithely slipped up off of his lap. The whole experiment had been a remarkable success. I even thought I might have felt some stiffness in his lap! I decided I needed to regain my composure, and give Dad a chance to regain his. I told him I needed to use the restroom, and walked down the aisle.

In the bathroom, I took a look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were prettily flushed, and my eyes had a sparkle to them. Amazing what a little bit of arousal can do to a woman's appearance! Looking at the beautiful woman in the mirror, I had to touch myself. I sneaked a hand up my skirt, and around my underwear to my moist pussy. The first moment my fingers touched my clit was electrifying. I've always loved jerking off. Sometimes, I like to go real slow and teasing-like; sometimes I really need something inside of me, my fingers sometimes, sometimes something larger like a zucchini or a banana; sometimes, like now, I just need to get off, so I rub my clit. I don't know about other women, but my clit is very developed, sticking out a good half-inch from its hood when fully aroused. Now, while my fingers made loving circles around the organ, I found my mind filled with images of Dad, in his swimsuit, in workout clothes, after cleaning the yard, all sweaty and disheveled. Quickly, I found my orgasm rising within me, taking over my whole body. I arched my back and let out a long moan. I tried to keep the volume down, but I guess I didn't do that great a job, considering the approving look I got from one of the flight attendants when I exited the bathroom.

"Very sexy," she whispered to me, and let her finger stroke my left nipple, erect and outlined through the cloth of my dress. I smiled back at her, proud of my sexual nature, and enjoying the feel of her touch. Then I slipped past her back to my seat. Dad was engrossed in his book (seemingly, anyway), so I sat down and read my magazine. The rest of the flight went uneventfully.

When we got to Missoula, we got some bad news. After waiting forty-five minutes at the luggage carousel, we discovered that our bags had been lost in transit. The baggage attendant was unhelpful, telling us that it would take at least one day for the airline to locate the bags, and that once they were found, it might take up to a week for them to be delivered to the airport here. Dad was furious with the guy, especially once he caught him leering at me behind his back. He asked to speak with the airport manager, but the best he could get out of the guy was that they would undertake to deliver the bags to us at the cabin once they arrived at no cost to us. We had to be satisfied with that, and went to pick up the car.

Every summer we stock up on food and supplies in the city so we won't have to leave our cabin at all during the month we're there. We spent two hours filling up the car with everything we would need, and then piled in for the three-hour drive to the cabin. I love the countryside up in Montana: it's so spread out, and wild. The cabin is in a secluded area of wooded hills. Our nearest neighbor is some three miles away, so we really get the pure feeling of isolation. By the time we got to the cabin, it was almost 5:00 in the afternoon, almost twelve hours since we got up for the trip. Both Dad and I were exhausted, but we still had to unpack the car and get everything ready.

When we finished, we were both sweaty and uncomfortable. However, without our luggage, we didn't think we had anything to change into, until Dad looked in one of the closets and found a couple of old t-shirts and shorts.

"Thank God," I said, "We can wash the clothes we're wearing and let them dry overnight." We had a washer but not a dryer at the cabin, because the line drying really makes the clothes smell so fresh and clean. Let me explain the layout of the cabin. There is only one bedroom, up a ladder from the main room. The kitchen is separated from the rest of the main room by a long counter. There is a dining and a living area, with a porch in the front and a porch on the side, where the hot tub is. The view from the side porch is gorgeous, straight out down the rolling mountainside. Off the kitchen is an outdoor shower, surrounded by trees so that no one could peek in. The toilet is also off the kitchen on the other side. Dad went up the ladder to the bedroom to change, while I went into the bathroom.

I got out of my sweaty clothes, dress and underwear, thankful to be out of them at long last. I pulled the shorts up over my bottom and slipped the t-shirt over my top. When I had them on, I realized just how old these clothes were: there were a few holes in the shirt, and the material was so thin you could almost see right through it. I swear, in the right light, you'd be able to see every bit of my nipples. The shorts were kinda small from so many washings, and they clung to my ass cheeks like a second skin. I almost blushed to think of how much you could see. But then I remembered Dad's reaction to the crotch shot I gave him on the plane, and determined to make the best of what might not be such a bad situation after all.

When I came out of the bathroom, I was treated to the sight of Dad coming down the ladder backwards in the old shorts he had on. Without a doubt, Dad had a sweet butt! Like with the shorts I was wearing, you could see every line of his ass, the muscular shape and the exciting crack between the cheeks. I made sure that he didn't see me gawking at his butt, but gathered our clothes together and threw them in the washer. We made a quick supper of pasta and sauce. I was aware of Dad checking me out from time to time. A couple of the holes in my shirt were decently placed for him to get a glimpse of the sides of my breasts from time to time. I also took the opportunity to bend down once, from my hips, presenting my ass for his viewing pleasure. I could tell from the way the material pulled at me that a bunch of the lower half of my butt cheeks were exposed. I loved the exhibitionism.

After supper, I gathered our wet clothes from the washer and hung them on the line to dry overnight. Dad and I were completely wrung out ourselves from the long day, and we decided to turn in early. I made sure to give Dad a good night hug, pulling him close to my body, so he could feel my boobs against his hard chest. I knew my nipples were hard again, and I knew he must be able to feel them through the two very thin layers of cotton that separated our skin. As I went to sleep, I couldn't help but feel proud of my initial progress. Who knew what would happen, but I was sure as hell enjoying teasing my Dad!

The next morning I was up before him, and as I gathered the clothes from the line, I decided to keep up the tease. I slipped off the shorts and pulled up my thong underwear, but left the old t-shirt on. It was long enough to be considered decent, but just barely, reaching down maybe one inch below my ass. Almost any movement I made would display something. If I stretched my arms over my head, you'd be able to see all of my panties. I thought I'd have some fun this morning!

I went back in and prepared some coffee, and pretty soon Dad came downstairs, rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning, Daddy! Would you like some coffee?"

As he nodded, I poured a cup and brought it over to him. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him chastely on the cheek. I twirled away from him, knowing as I did it that a man with quick eyes would be able to see just about anything he wanted to, for a split second. I couldn't help but continue to tease him throughout breakfast. At one point, with my back to him, I yawned loudly and stretched upwards onto my tiptoes. Pretending that I didn't know that I had just exposed my entire ass to my father, I unselfconsciously adjusted my t-shirt down. At another point, I leaned over the table towards him. His eyes flicked down the front of my shirt, and I know he caught a glimpse of my young breasts. I hoped he saw the erect nipples topping them. I cleared the dishes, as he mumbled something about taking a shower. He rushed behind me to the door to the shower, as if he had something to hide. I heard the water running in a second.

In a few minutes, though, Dad's head poked through the door.

"Karen? Do we have any towels?"

"Oh, Gosh, Dad, I don't think we do. They were with the luggage!"

"Dammit! We'll just have to dry off in our clothes." He appeared in a minute, in his t-shirt and shorts, plastered to that incredibly cut body. I couldn't help but glance at his crotch. I could see just about every detail of his cock! It looked pretty big, even flaccid. Suddenly, I knew I had to have it, one way or another.

"Guess I'll take a shower now, Dad."

I rushed through my ablutions, because I knew what would come afterwards would set the table for the rest of the month. I pulled on my underwear and T-shirt. The effect of the water on the thin white cotton was perfect. My hot body was completely visible from my nipples down to the smooth curve of my ass. I was any man's perfect wet dream come true. I came out of the shower and walked slowly and unselfconsciously across the kitchen. I could feel Dad's hot gaze burning me as I took each step, but I pretended not to notice. I went and got some suntan lotion from the bathroom and a blanket from my bed, and said,

"C'mon Dad, let's sit outside. We'll dry up faster. Plus I'd like to get some sunbathing in!"

He followed me in a daze, as if unable to break the spell I'd set on him. I stepped outside and spread the blanket on the grass in the sun. In one smooth motion, I peeled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it to my dad. I turned away from him, giggling to myself at the look on his face. Although my pert breasts had been visible for only a split second, I knew he had gotten quite an eyeful. The shock on his face at seeing my tits suddenly exposed to the sunlight is a memory I happily cherish to this day.

"Could you hang that up for me? Thanks."

"Karen! You can't go around like that!"

"Why not, Dad?" I asked as I settled down onto my stomach on the blanket. "Nobody's around but you, and you're my father. Besides I want to get an all-over tan. I can't have any pale lines."

Dad must have stood there in shock for a minute. I didn't dare glance at him for fear of breaking the spell I was casting. He had to believe that I didn't know what I was doing to him for this seduction to work. He came back in a few seconds from hanging my shirt on the line.

"Dad? Could you be a sweetie and put some of this sunscreen on my back?"

Another moment of silence encompassed us, but I pretended I was sleepily unaware of his hesitation. Then I heard him settle down next to me with the sunscreen in his hand. I felt the cool liquid on my back as he squirted it from the bottle. Then, a somewhat ragged breath, followed by the exquisite sensation of those strong hands on my bare skin. I sighed deeply, as if half-asleep, and waited for him to begin to rub the sunscreen over my back.

Slowly, his hands moved across my back, up to my shoulders, and over the tops of them. He worked the sunscreen across my neck, where I had swept my hair out of the way. Keeping his hands in the middle of my back, he moved downward, apparently careful to keep his fingers from the sides, where they might have accidentally encountered my bared breasts. I was in seventh heaven, trying to keep my mounting excitement well under wraps. The power in those fingers was something else: I could tell that he would be a great back-rubber.

I wondered to myself what he would do at the lowest point of safety: above the waistband of my thong panties. I knew the vision he had of my asscheeks bulging out around the fabric of the thong, having examined myself numerous times in the mirror. I was presenting one of my best sides forward. With disappointment, I felt his hands lift away.

"All done, sweetie-pie." He said, cheerily.

"...legs..." I murmured, drowsily.

Another pause. What thoughts were running through his mind? He seemed, for the first time in my memory, to be overwhelmed. The power I had over him tingled through me. I had no idea if this was what Mom had in mind, but then she should have been careful before giving me free rein with her man!

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I heard the sunscreen bottle squirt again, and his hands, filled with the now warm liquid, started at my ankles, massaging upwards slowly. I felt them linger over my strong calf muscles, tickle over the backs of my knees, and then the absence of them like a blow as he refilled from the bottle. Now he started at the bottom of one thigh. I concentrated for all I was worth to keep my breathing even, as if I were asleep. He worked his way upward, agonizingly slowly. I felt each inch as if it were a mile. He kept his hands carefully out of the inner curve of my leg, approaching the curve of my buttock.

At the lower end of my ass, he stopped, and then began on the other thigh. Once again, the slow tease of his working hands had me so tense. He could have no idea what effect he was having on me, unless the odors arising from my overheated pussy gave me away. Still, I think he was so caught up in this caressing of my leg that my intentions were still hidden from him. When he got to the top of my thigh, he stopped once again. The only bare skin that he had not covered with sunscreen were my asscheeks, daringly exposed to his eyes, coyly begging him to continue with his ministrations.

I imagined him looking at me, wondering whether to finish the job, whether I was asleep, whether putting sunscreen on my rear end was tantamount to abuse. I took pity on his plight, and stirred slightly, then looked up at him from my blue, blue eyes and said,

"Thanks, Dad. I got it from here."

No use in selling the whole house on the first day!

The next few days, I continued my coy dance of teasing and withdrawing. For most of the time, I played the loving daughter, nothing more. We took hikes, played badminton, or watched movies on our satellite TV. Once we took the mile long trek to the pond nearby for a dip. I had insisted that we go: it was a family tradition to take a picnic to the meadow next to the water and follow with hours of splashing fun.

"But we don't have any swimsuits, Karen."

"Aww, c'mon Dad. We can wear our underwear. They'll cover the same amount, y'know."

So I packed us up some sandwiches, pickles, chips and juice, and we set off. I wore the same outfit I had arrived in, and Dad was back in his original clothes as well. It was a gorgeous day, with plenty of hot sun, but also a fairly stiff breeze for some relief from the heat. After a leisurely twenty-minute stroll through the lovely, quiet woods, we arrived at our destination.

We had a very relaxing lunch in the breezy heat, chatting about nothing too important. After twenty minutes had elapsed, Dad said,

"Guess I'm ready for a dip. How 'bout you, princess?"

"Sure thing, Dad. Why don't you go ahead? I'll clean up from lunch, and meet you down there."

Once again, trying not to seem too forward, and trying not to embarrass Dad. I watched Dad make his way down to the water. Even in his plain old shorts and polo shirt, his gorgeous masculinity was unmistakable. I whistled softly to myself as I saw him take off that shirt, revealing his strong back musculature. Here was a man who kept fit. Now I stared even more intently as he stripped off his shorts. Clad only in thin white boxers, he backed up a couple of steps, and then took a running jump into the water. I couldn't wait to see what he looked like in those wet boxers! With a slightly frustrated sigh, I packed up our picnic basket. I walked down to the water's edge. Glancing out at Dad, I was careful to wait until he had his back turned to me before unbuttoning my dress and stepping out of my shoes. Following Dad's lead, I rushed into the water, clad only in my lacy bra and skimpy thong. I was in the water up to my neck before Dad turned around.

"Oh, this is heavenly," I sighed, treading water in the deepest section of the pond. All of a sudden, I felt a splash of water hit me in the side of the head.

"Ooh! I'll get you for that," I growled, as Dad laughed maniacally. During the splash war that followed, I got several chances for bodily contact that seemed perfectly innocent in the context of the horseplay. Once, I brushed my lace-covered right breast into his left arm, while swimming past. Another time, as he attempted to dive to avoid an incoming wave, I maneuvered myself so that he had to bump against my ass in passing. Each time, the heat of his skin was amazing in the coolness of the water. I had to restrain myself from jumping all over him. All in due time!

Finally, exhausted from all of the fooling around, we floated in the water, gasping for air from all of the laughter. My sweet young breasts, heroically contained in a too-small bra, stood proudly above the water line, heaving up and down with my breathing. Easily visible through the lace, my erect nipples strained upwards. I snuck glances at my Dad's body: his gleaming pecs, his washboard stomach, and the enticing area below. As I had suspected, his boxers became completely see-through in the water. From my viewpoint, I could see the dark area that was his pubic hair, as well as the beginning of the shaft of his cock. Even flaccid, even in the cold water, I could tell it was substantial. I wanted to see more of it, suddenly eager to know its length, this member that had created me in my mother's cunt.

I casually paddled around in the water until I had a view between his outstretched legs. I had to be careful not to give myself away, because I was having so much fun with the game I was playing with him. I looked there, at the joining of those powerful legs, to see what I could make out. There it was, in its glory, easily four inches long soft. The head of it hung to the left, beautifully circumcised, its mushroom head in proportion to the length of the shaft. Below, lay his balls, pulled up due to the coolness of the water, but each still magnificent, witness to this man's fertility and virility.

It was only a second or two of time I allowed myself to gaze upon this paragon of male sexuality. But in that time, I had learned what a gift my Mom had apparently shared with me. I had seen a few cocks in my young life, a range of teenage and one twenty-two year old specimen. None had been as impressive as the one my own father possessed. Which I would possess before the end of this month.

I got out of the water before Dad did, innocently running up to the blanket, imagining all the while what the sight of my young body must be doing to my poor father. When I got there, I peeled off my panties and unhooked my bra. It felt glorious to be completely naked in the warm Montana sun, and I reveled in it briefly, before bending down to pick up my sundress and put it on. Dad came up a moment or two later, and quickly pulled up his shorts before I had a chance to check him out. I busied myself with cleaning up from our picnic, and we were soon on our way back to the cabin.

The next night I did all of our laundry again, what little of it there was. I washed all of my clothes except the thin T-shirt, because that was about as much exhibitionism as I could find pretext for. Dad gave me all of his clothes except his shorts. While the washing machine was going after supper, Dad and I played a game of Scrabble, sitting on the floor. It was all I could do to concentrate on the game at hand with the two of us in such a state of undress. Dad's strong chest and flat abdomen kept drawing my eyes away from my tiles. The little line of hair starting at his navel and leading downwards seduced my gaze towards the flimsy shorts he was wearing. Concentrating on the words he could make, he seemed oblivious to my observation. He shifted into a cross-legged position. Suddenly, I realized that the seam in the crotch of his shorts had all but given way in the past few days, and he was revealing far more than he must have realized. His entire member lay exposed to my avid eyes. He had the largest cock I had ever seen, flaccid. The veins down the side seemed to pulse with a life of their own, and the head actually rested on the floor, its single hole seeming to wink at me. His testicles lay to either side, each about the size of a plum.

I tore my eyes away just before he put down his tiles for his turn: E-N-G-O-R-G-E. Good God, I thought, too true.

"Would you like a glass of water, honey," he asked as he stood up.

"Sure, Dad." I replied. I was lying on my stomach with my legs towards the kitchen. Well, I thought, he gave me an inadvertent show. Now it's my turn...

He stepped past me to the kitchen. Once he was past me, I spread my legs slightly, and hiked my T-shirt up to mid-ass, then pretended to be entirely taken with examining my tiles. In a moment he was done filling our glasses. I imagined what he would see when he turned back: the full length of my legs up to my butt completely exposed, with my cleanly shaven cunt lips visible where they met, my brown wrinkled asshole just above them.

I heard a gasp, and the sound of water hitting the floor.

"Uh, Karen, you're kind of exposed, honey."

I glanced up, and pretended to be surprised. "Oops!! Thanks, Dad," I said, and twitched my shirt down, completely unashamed. I played my next word: S-N-A-R-E, off of his last word.

Later I hung up the wash outside just before we went to sleep. That night, I was awoken by a loud thundercrash, seemingly just outside our cabin. A summer storm was passing through, with a decent wind blowing it. A light went off in my head, and I went to fetch a kitchen knife. I went outside into the rain, and went to the line, which I carefully frayed through with the blade. I then released all of our clothes into the wind, and watched them get carried away down the mountainside.

I came back in, soaked to the skin, dried and replaced the knife, and went to the bottom of the ladder to the loft.

"Dad!" I squeaked in a frightened voice, "the clothesline's gone!"

He came down quickly.

"I went to get our clothes in, but the line's been torn, and the clothes are all gone!"

"Karen, you're soaked. You'll catch your death." He grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around me, and started to build a fire in the fireplace. I peeled off my shirt under the blanket and laid it by the fire to dry. Finally, I was naked with my Dad, but I hid my body with the blanket in an apparent attempt at modesty. I huddled with Dad in front of the fireplace, shivering.

"Sweetie, I'm so sorry about this vacation. It can't be what you were hoping for."

"Oh, Dad, it's been fine. I'm having a great time."

Just then another crash of thunder burst around us. I practically jumped into my Dad's lap.

"Dad? Can I spend the rest of the night in your bed? I'm scared by all this lightning!"

He hesitated, obviously torn about the idea. I gave him my best scared-little-girl look, and I saw his heart melt. "OK, Princess. C'mon up."

He climbed up the ladder, and I followed him close behind. I watched his powerful thighs and his tight butt from less than a foot away. I couldn't believe how beautiful that ass was. How could I have never noticed it in this light before? I could have stuck my face right between his cheeks, I was that close. I could smell his male odor so strong I nearly swooned.

"You take Mom's side, hon," he said, as he made his way over to his customary side of the bed. I dropped the blanket I'd been clutching about me and slipped quickly under the bedclothes. I felt rather than saw him get into the bed.

"Just hold me for a little while?" I asked. I lay on my side for several seconds, holding my breath. Then I felt his big arm come over my right side and reach across my front to grasp my left shoulder. Even though his arm was above the blanket, the contact was electrifying. I put my arm over his and held his hand, and snuggled back into him. I could feel his chest up against my back, and his thighs against mine. He seemed very careful not to press his groin against my butt. I didn't push him into making that move. Yet.

The next morning, I awoke early, with the sensation of what felt like a baseball bat against my ass. A very hot and fleshy baseball bat. Oh my God, I thought. How big is that thing? I couldn't feel the base or the head of his cock with my ass up against him. I shifted his hand off of my body, because I had to see this marvel of nature. He shifted his weight, still asleep and turned onto his back.

It was easily eleven inches long, and nearly as thick as my own wrist. It stuck out from under his shorts and stood proudly up off his abdomen, so long and white, with the flaring head capping it off in deep purple. His balls sat beneath, proof positive of the virility of this man. This was the perfect cock in person before me. It could not have been modeled out of clay more precisely to service women.

I had to touch it. The temptation was too great and the situation too good to pass up. I lightly placed my finger at the base of it, just above the junction with his balls. I ran it up, slowly, up the front of the immense phallus, reveling in the hardness of it, and yet the velvety nature of the skin overlying that hardness. It seemed to take forever to reach the head, and time seemed to stop. The heat coming off of that thing was overpowering. As I neared the top, I felt his cock rise to push against my finger. I passed over the sensitive prepuce and onto the enormous glans. When I reached the slit at the very end, a single drop of pre-cum oozed out onto my finger.

What a delightful way to begin breakfast, I thought, and brought the clear droplet to my lips to sample. It was warm, slightly salty, and altogether ambrosial. I knew I would taste more of this in the days to come.

I covered my Dad with the blanket and went downstairs to make breakfast. I slipped my now dry T-shirt on, and made some eggs and toast. I balanced the food on a tray and climbed back up the ladder to the loft. I put the tray down, and jumped on the bed yelling: "Tickle fight!!"

Well, I had the edge at first, because he was just waking up. I took full advantage to tickle him mercilessly. But he quickly fought back, getting into the spirit of it. We were giggling, out of control, but I made sure to rub against him, full body to full body, as much as possible. All of a sudden, he pulled away, with an embarrassed look on his face, and turned away.

I was lying on my back, breathing hard from the exertion, with my shirt rucked up around my waist, exposing my lower half. I looked up, pretending concern.

"Are you OK, Dad? What's wrong?" I crawled across the bed and put my head on his shoulder. I could see from this angle his enormous erection tenting up the blankets he had hurriedly pulled over his lap.

"Oh, Dad. Is that because of me?"

"Princess, I'm sorry. I can't help it. You're too sexy, and though I'm trying not to think of you in that way, this whole time with you wearing next to nothing, and with Mom not here, it's really hard..."

"Dad, don't apologize! I'm so flattered! I never thought I would be turning you on, but it's so sweet that you are!"

I came around and knelt on the floor in front of him, and held his hands, and looked up into his eyes.

"You know, Dad, it's tough being a teenage girl these days. You never know for sure if you're pretty, or sexy, or attractive. So often girls are just cutting each other down, it's hard to keep self-assured."

"Karen! Never doubt that you're beautiful. You are by far the prettiest girl I know, after your Mom of course."

"Well, I guess this proves it," I said, gesturing towards the erection still outlined under the blanket. "Um, Dad..."

"Yes, honey?"

This was the moment of truth.

"I've never seen one so huge before. I guess I'm a bit curious. Would it be O.K. if I... uh... looked at it?"

His face said he was shocked by the suggestion, but his cock surged up under the blanket.

"Karen! I, uh, I can't believe you'd ask such a question!"

"Aw, Dad, I only want to see what a real man's thingie looks like!"

His face red, he was clearly struggling with the concept of exposing himself voluntarily to his daughter's eager eyes.

"Well... If it's just to satisfy your curiosity, I guess it's all right."

I pulled the blanket slowly from below, drawing it down between his legs. His prick pulled down with it, as I leant forwards with lust racing through my mind. I could feel my nipples hard as rocks rubbing against my thin T-shirt, and a sudden rush of warmth and dampness between my legs. As the edge of the blanket finally pulled off of his lap, his cock sprang upwards and slapped me across the face, the tip dragging along my left cheek, leaving a pearly drop of pre-cum that stretched from his organ to my face as I pulled back.

"Whoops," I muttered, distractedly, and I collected the moisture off of my cheek. As Dad watched speechlessly, I tasted my father's juices for the second time that morning. I gazed again upon his magnificent cock, springing up from between his thighs. Although he seemed slightly embarrassed by my scrutiny, I could tell he was proud of his organ. I put one hand on each of his thighs and leaned in to really examine this astounding cock. If anything, it seemed even larger now than when I woke up. I swear it was a good foot long.

"Dad? Why are you red around your, uh... balls?" I blurted.

"Oh, God. See, your Mom doesn't like it if I have hair on my ba - I mean testicles. She doesn't like to get any in her mouth when she, uh... anyways, she keeps them shaved for me. I can't bear to do it myself, so when we're apart, I get, uh..."

"Oh, Dad. You've got razor burn? I know that smarts when it happens down there! You've got to let me help you out. We can't have you chafing for the rest of vacation." Before he could even respond, I stood up, and grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.

"Down you go to the shower, and get all clean. I'll be there in a few minutes."

With a somewhat dazed look on his face, he climbed down to the first floor, his cock waggling in front of him. I had to smother a giggle at his expression, and I couldn't help but crow in triumph to myself at the success of my outrageous gambit. He was almost to the point where he would do anything I asked of him, and I loved the feeling of power that gave me. In a moment, I heard the shower starting up. I didn't wait too long before I went out through the kitchen to join him.

He was standing with his back to me, the whole back side of his buff body there before me, from those wide shoulders down to his tight tight ass. I could see some more redness between his cheeks. Awesome, I thought, Mom shaves his asshole, too. I should be able to explore a whole bunch of his anatomy.

"Karen, honey," he stammered, "you know, you really don't have - "

"Shhh, Dad. I'm happy to do anything to make you more comfortable."

I still had my T-shirt on, as if that would guard my modesty. I knew that as soon as a drop of water touched it, it would be the same as if I were completely naked.

"Give me the shaving cream and the razor. I'll start back here, so you've got to bend over."

I could hardly restrain myself from shouting with joy when he did exactly as I asked of him. He leaned forward with his head still under the water, but his whole body out of the stream, and presented his ass to me. I knelt behind him. I lathered up some cream and, my hand slightly shaking, reached out to spread it on his ass. His glutes were so strong and tight, they were like rocks under my hands, and I took the opportunity of feeling them carefully all over. I got more lather on my fingers. I spread his cheeks with my left hand and ran my fingers down his crack, over his asshole, where I had to linger just a second, feeling the rubbery ring of muscles give ever so slightly to the tips of my fingers, and then down past the anus and between his legs, stopping just shy of his balls. I felt a shudder run through my Dad's body.

I took the razor and carefully ran it between his buttocks, down his crack, first one side, then the other. I took great care around his anus, and then over the sensitive perineum just below. I redirected some water over his ass to wash away the shaving cream. I leaned in close to examine my work so far. I slowly stroked down his asscrack with my finger to check for any stubble I might have missed. As it passed over his asshole, I pressed in lightly, and was rewarded with the feeling of his asshole around the first part of my digit. I left it there for just a split second before moving further down. Clean as a whistle!

"OK, Dad, time to do the front!" I announced cheerily.

He moved to turn around, and I got soaked with the sudden rush of water. When I opened my eyes, I found myself eye-to-cock with his prick. I glanced down at myself quickly, to confirm what I already knew. My breasts stood forth under the now transparent shirt, the pink nipples pushing out. My narrow waist and flat stomach were equally displayed in the clinging shirt, and the thin line of pubic hair I allow to stay on my pubis was clearly visible. I pretended not to notice, but I could tell by the way his rampant member strained forward, Dad had noticed.

Businesslike, I lathered up some more shaving cream and spread it all over his enormous balls. I continued lathering on his inner thighs and up around the base of his cock. Then I grabbed the razor and quickly shaved the insides of his thighs. Then I gently grasped the skin of his scrotum and pulled it taut. I carefully drew the blade across the sides of his ball sac, concentrating for all I was worth not to nick the thin layer of skin there. Lifting up his balls, I peered underneath to shave the back side of his scrotum, aware of the heat coming off of his prick a few inches away.

To shave the base of his cock, I had to grab the organ itself. With a thrill I felt all the way down to my pussy, I firmly grasped the immense rod. My fingers couldn't even meet around it! I pulled it to one side and then the other to shave the hairs that grew directly off of it. Then I pulled it down and forward to shave the remaining stubble on the top of it. Regretfully, I released Dad's prick, and watched it slap against his stomach. Once again I washed away the remaining lather, then carefully felt all of the skin I had shaved to check for remaining stubble. His scrotum felt so smooth, like a baby's cheek, and his cock appeared even longer for the hair at its base being removed. If anyone could deep-throat that monster (and I thought my Mom probably could), there was no chance of getting hairs caught in her teeth!!

I stood up and faced my Dad.

"See? I'd do anything to make my Dad happy!" I put my arms around his shoulders and gave him a strong hug, feeling the imprint of his erection on my stomach, and his now smooth balls on my mound, through the T-shirt. I kissed him demurely on the cheek, and said,

"OK, Daddy, I'm gonna take a shower now and shave."

Without waiting to see if he was going to leave, I peeled my T-shirt off of my wet body. I quickly soaped up and rinsed off before reaching for the shaving cream. I glanced up to see Dad still standing there, mesmerized at the sight of my naked body, so carelessly exposed before him. I lathered my legs and efficiently shaved them from my ankles all the way up to the tops of my thighs. Then I spread lather on either side of the line of pubic hair I keep neatly trimmed. I shaved in downward strokes towards my pussy lips. With my pubis clean, I lathered directly over my cunt.

This part takes a lot of concentration, so I had to ignore my Dad and focus on my labia, which were wide spread with excitement. I shaved the outer lips, pulling them taut in order to get them as smooth as possible. Then I spread them, in order to get the few hairs that sprouted from inside. My clit was pushing at my fingers, insisting that I pay it some attention, but I had to ignore it for the moment. I knew every detail of my pussy was clearly visible to my Dad, from that firm little clit down to the tight entry to my depths.

"Well, Dad, as long as you're there, you might as well make yourself useful! Could you be a sweetie and shave my butt for me?"

I turned around and bent over, grasping my ankles. Once again, he was completely under my spell! In no time, I felt the cool lather of the shaving cream being spread over my whole ass. His hands pushed the soap over every curve, down the cleft between my globes, over my asshole and down almost to my pussy lips. He then drew the razor across my taut ass cheek, moving slowly to the center of my ass, before skipping to the other side and repeating. Then he pulled my cheeks apart with one hand and shaved down the center, taking care not to draw the razor directly across my wrinkled anus. In no time, I could tell I'd gotten the cleanest shave back there I'd ever had.

"Thanks, Dad!" I chirped, straightening up and turning to face him. Once again, I threw my arms around him and gave him a tight hug, but this time, we had no T-shirt separating our skin. I could feel his strong chest muscles pushing against my firm breasts, and my nipples must have been poking holes right into his skin. I reveled in the feeling of his huge cock trapped between us. Slowly, I felt his arms encircle me, so gently, so softly, as if he was afraid I might crumble in his arms. I lifted my face up to his and gazed into his gorgeous eyes with an intensity that should have burned right through him.

"I love you so much, Daddy." I reached up and kissed him full on the lips, but with my mouth closed. I wanted to see how he would react. He kissed me back, hesitantly. I guessed he might be afraid to take the next step, so I wanted to give him a moment to relax about it. I pulled away and said,

"I've got some wonderful lotion we can use on that rash of yours. I use it all the time to keep my skin soft."

I turned and ran into the house, dripping, and fetched the lotion and a blanket. Dad had followed me, having turned off the shower. I looked over my shoulder at him, and winked, and beckoned for him to follow me outside to the sunny outside. I had him lie down on the blanket face down. The sun beat down on his naked backside, and once again, I admired his masculine physique, before kneeling down next to him and squirting a dollop of lotion onto my fingers.

I rubbed the lotion all over his ass, in smooth caressing circles. I pulled my fingers down his crack, sweeping the lotion into the sensitive skin there. I went back and forth across his asshole, loving the feeling of the muscles around the hole tensing and relaxing. I placed the tip of my index finger, lubricated with the lotion, directly at the center of that winking aperture. Then I pressed gently but firmly inwards. As he gasped in shock and arousal, I pushed my finger into my Dad's asshole. It sunk to the first knuckle, then to the second. I withdrew slightly, and pushed forward again, shaking with excitement. My finger sunk all the way in to its full length. The tight muscles squeezed at my finger, as I massaged his prostate deep inside him.

I pulled back and added my middle finger to the invasion. With astonishing ease, the two fingers pushed back in. His muscles completely relaxed now, I could move back and forth with no resistance. I removed my fingers from his asshole and told him to get up on his knees. With no hesitation, he obeyed, obviously lost in a haze of lust and sensuality. I put some more lotion on my hands, and replaced my two fingers in his asshole. The other hand started to spread lotion between his legs. With a practiced hand, I massaged his testicles with the slippery lotion. He was beginning to moan. I had to let him know how I was feeling.

"Oh, God, Dad, that is so sexy. You are so sexy. How come I never took advantage of such a sexy man in my house all this time?"

I had him turn around and kneel as I took my fingers out of his ass again. I grasped the base of his cock with both hands and began to massage it up and down. His eyes were closed and he was groaning in pleasure. To make him completely mine, I leaned forward, opened my lips wide and took the head of my father's cock right into my mouth. The weight of it sat directly on my tongue, and I could feel the smooth skin of his glans and the ridge around it exquisitely outlined. My lips were stretched around the circumference of that monster, and my hands stayed busy down at the root of it. I bobbed my head forward and felt his flared head glide towards the back of my throat. Sucking lightly, I allowed it to move back out again. I felt his hands on my head now, guiding my motions back and forth.

"Karen, my God, princess, oh yes, you're so fucking good at this," he babbled, and I hummed a little tune as I worked on his cock. Already I was tasting more of that sweet pre-cum as it percolated up and out onto my tongue. I took a deep breath and swallowed, pushing forward, and letting his cock into my wide-open throat. With this motion, I took about 2/3 of his prick in, leaving still a few inches in my two hands. My God, I thought, this is the deepest I've ever taken anyone, and there's still cockmeat left to swallow!!

Pulling off, I took another breath, and dove in again. This time, I felt the whole length of him glide into my throat. I was crammed full of cock, and loving it! As it slid into me, I cruised through a mini-orgasm, the sheer obscenity of his prick overwhelming my pleasure centers. All of a sudden, I felt Dad tense up, and his balls draw upwards. The moment of fulfillment! I pulled back and let the head of his cock rest on my tongue once more.

"Here it comes, Karen!"

The first blast of cum shot out and hit the back of my throat like a sledgehammer. Swallowing quickly, I removed my mouth from around his cock and aimed the slit at my face for the second massive shot. It rocketed out and splashed over my cheeks and into my hair. I aimed it back into my mouth for the last few spurts, this time enjoying the smooth creamy texture and salty taste on my tongue, swirling it around before swallowing it down.

"Now then," I laughed, cleaning the rest of his spunk off of my face with my fingers, "I think I'm ready for some reciprocation!"

"Jesus, Karen," Dad said, looking at my sexy body nude in front of him, "you know that there's no turning back now. Our relationship has completely changed."

"Dad, we've done nothing that I haven't wanted to, and we're not going to do anything that I haven't been dreaming of doing with you for the a while. Now c'mon, I'm too hot for you to just sit there talking with me. Get over here and explore your daughter's body!"

He needed no further invitation. In a second he was over me, his handsome face staring intensely at me before swooping in for our first kiss as lovers. His strong mouth covered mine, and I felt my father's tongue come to play with my tongue. I was practically dripping from my cunt with the sexual intensity. He slipped down my body to kiss along my neck, to my shoulders, and then down to one of my nipples. I gasped in arousal at the contact of his tongue. I lay back and let him get to work, enjoying every second of it. I felt one of his hands stroking my other breast, while his other hand moved up my thigh before finally, finally reaching my overheated pussy. One of his fingers pushed insistently into my vagina while his thumb gently caressed my clit. My God! What an accomplished lover he was!!

Now he moved his head further down, kissing over my stomach and my newly shaven pubis until he started to kiss my labia, still with one finger working in and out. I was starting to moan in earnest now. He lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders and supported my back with his hands in order to delve in more deeply. His tongue pushed into my depths with skill and finesse. He lathed my entire pussy with, and trailed down underneath to sample my asshole. I felt the tip of his tongue insinuating itself into my anus.

"Ohhhhh, Jesus, DAAAAD, Oh God fucking lick me, OHHHH..." I moaned, feeling the exquisite give and take of his tongue in my rear end.

"Get up here you stud and fuck me, fuck me hard and good, fuck your daughter for all you're worth, give that big cock to your sweet daughter!!" I shouted.

In no time, he pulled himself up over me, with my legs still over his shoulders, my innocent pussy about to be ravaged to the depths of my womb by his monster cock.

"You ready?" he asked, his face close to mine. I could smell myself on his face, both pussy and ass, the odors mingling in a sexual cocktail that threw me into a frenzy. I grabbed his cock with my hands and placed the head of it right between my labia.

"Don't tease me, you fucker," I screamed, "get it inside me NOW!!!"

With a mighty plunge, he thrust his cock into my cunt pushing right down to my cervix in one stroke. In that moment, I was filled, fulfilled, satiated and lost forever. I nearly swooned with the rush of sensation out my cunt. He wasn't even all the way in!!! He started a savage back and forth, battering my cunt with his organ, pushing against the back of it as if he wanted to enter my uterus.

"Oh Jesus, Karen, you're so fucking tight, just like your mother was when she was your age."

"Daaaaaaad, ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck me, you're so fucking huuuuuuuuuge, oh oh oh oh oh..." I flew into one of the most intense orgasms of my young life, moaning, crying, screaming.

Suddenly, he sat up, pulling me with him so I was sitting on his cock, face to face. My legs fell to either side of him. Another inch of him sank into me.

"You're almost there, princess. You've almost got all of me in you. Do you want it all? Do you want all of my cock inside of you, Karen?"

"YEEEESSSSSSS!!!" I shouted to the sky.

He lifted me off of him and flipped me over, his strong arms moving me as if I were a doll. I pushed my ass up into the air and felt him move onto his knees behind me. He pushed his cock back into me, grasping my hips with his hands, and pulled me back onto him. I felt him sink into me once more. I was grunting with every stroke as he pushed harder and harder into me. The friction between our crotches was incredibly intense. Finally he pushed forward and I could feel his pubic hair tickling my ass.

"Jesus, Karen, you did it!! Even your mom took a few months before she could take it all!"

I was gasping and moaning, feeling so stretched, so full, so completely full. I was ruined for smaller cocks. I could never feel anything smaller than this again, I could tell right then. He just sat there, his cock filling me while I writhed on it, impaled, pinned, in love, in love, in love. He placed his thumb on my asshole, lubricated by the flow of commingled juices we had produced. He pushed in firmly, taking possession of my ass as he already had my pussy. My brain went into overload, and I blacked out in continuous orgasm.

When I came to a few seconds later, my Dad had not moved. But when I groaned, he started stroking into my cunt, with a slow and determined motion. His thumb in my ass pushed in and out. I thrust back at both invaders, loving the feeling of fullness. Now, we acted in unison, neither of us working solely for ourselves anymore, now, truly, we were lovers. I could feel every vein on his cock exquisitely rub over my lips, against my clit, deep inside me. Slowly, we worked together, faster and faster, building up.

Then, all of a sudden, it was as if we both fell over a cliffside together. Dad's moans and mine, in tempo, grew louder until we screamed in ecstasy. He pushed into me one last time, and I suddenly felt like a flood was bursting out of my pussy. A tidal wave of cum flowed out of and around his cock and into every fold of my cunt. I felt my third orgasm sweep through me, and I shuddered with each contraction.

The rest of the month flew by in fucking and sucking. I took my Dad's cock up my ass once (I had to experience it, but the pain during and soreness after precluded trying again). The strange thing was, our bags got delivered to us the day before we were planning on leaving. We had both gotten so used to walking around in the buff, feeling each other up on a casual basis. In fact, when the deliveryman pulled up to our cabin, we were fucking in the hot tub. I was sitting on Dad's lap, taking his cock deep inside me, my head flung back, while Dad sucked on my nipples, when we heard somebody clear his throat.

Dad swung his head around, but I wasn't about to stop. I was enjoying his cock far too much to care about any stranger.

"Um, I've got your bags here, mister."

"Sure," said Dad, "just put them by the door there."

"I've gotta get your signature," said the deliveryman as he put the bags down.

Dad reached for the clipboard while I rode his cock in the hot water, and signed the sheet while the deliveryman stared at me.

"You got one knockout wife there, mister," he remarked.

"I'm not his wife," I snarled, "I'm his daughter. Now get the fuck outta here and let me come!"

Dad laughed as the guy scurried off, a shocked look on his face.

When I opened my bag the next morning to dress to go home, I found a package wrapped in tissue paper with a note taped to it which said, "Wear these home. Love, Mom."

How did that get there, I wondered, and opened the package. Inside I found a white merry-widow with a pair of white thigh high stockings, a black mini-skirt and a white sheer blouse. Jesus, I thought. These will show everything to anyone who cares to look! Immediately I felt a glow of warmth spread down to my pussy. I had been a little worried how Mom would react to my new relationship with Dad, and whether I'd have to give him up now that we were going home. I had an inkling now that maybe Mom wouldn't be too averse to opening up her marriage to me...

I slipped into the piece of lingerie, and fitted the underwires under my breasts. The merry-widow had a shelf-bra that left most of my breasts hanging out, including my nipples. Good thing my tits are so firm, I thought. Any sag and this outfit would look terrible. I pulled on the stockings and clipped them to the garters off of the merry-widow. Mom hadn't included any panties with the outfit, so I wasn't about to disappoint her. I buttoned the blouse over my top, leaving the top two buttons undone. You could definitely see every detail of my tits through the sheer material, and someone standing over me would be able to see my breasts bared, on display. I pulled the mini-skirt up my legs: it reached maybe three inches below the bottom of my but