“Sophie…” I denied her. “I said never again.”
She whined a little, not used to having her father deny her what she wanted. “Not even if we have to stop at that motel again?”
“Hopefully we never have to,” I grumbled.
The car was silent a moment. Our hands found a convenient spot on the centre console to rest and stay intertwined. “I’m still curious, Dad,” Sophie announced at last. “There’s lots more you can introduce me to.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you a virgin, Sophie?” I asked, fully expecting the answer to be yes. I wasn’t disappointed with her reply.
“Yes, Daddy,” she acknowledged. “Why? Are you thinking of changing that?”
With a shake of my head, I worked on repelling the idea. It was appealing, I had to admit. It had been a long time since I’d taken a woman’s virginity, but this was also my daughter I was talking about. “I’m trying not to, Angel,” I answered at last.
“Well…we’ll have to see what happens then,” she taunted me, reclining the seat. My daughter closed her eyes and dozed for the rest of the trip to her mother’s house. All the while, we held hands across the centre console.
I snuck several peeks over at her during that last hour or so. Sophie was indeed a sexy young woman. I just shook my head every time, trying vainly to deter the thoughts entering my head. Yes, we had teased each other. Yes, we had pleasured the other that night. No, we couldn’t ever again succumb to our carnal nature together.
But it was insatiably tempting…
And after I dropped her off at her mother’s and headed home, my eyes drifted to the motel once more as I passed it. ‘We couldn’t ever…’ became ‘we shouldn’t ever…’ as my mind considered just how open Sophie was to a deeper, intimate relationship with me. A part of me knew that it may only be a matter of time. But how long could such a secret be kept?
When my phone buzzed with a text message, I quickly opened it as I drove. It was from my daughter. She was standing in her bathroom mirror, naked from the waist up. Her pose was intensely provocative, looking into the camera on her phone with licentious desire. Her perfect, C-sized breasts hung there, jeering at me – so close, yet so far.
Immediately in my pants, my manhood awoke and grew. I wanted her. Sophie knew exactly what this would do to me. She was a tease, and a vicious little one at that! Deep inside me, the fatherly instinct was forgotten. I was just a man now, wanting to take my daughter and pleasure her every moment I could.
The sound of a car horn snapped me back to reality. I’d been drifting into the other lane. I quickly corrected and paid more attention. One way or another, it seemed my daughter was going to be the death of me.
I scowled at my phone. “Damn it, Sophie!” I texted her, cursing her for many reasons.
A moment later, my phone buzzed again. “I love you, Daddy,” she answered with a winky face.