An unhappy husband sexually fulfilling 2.

For the next two hours, they talked about everything in
the world, from engineering courses to music to boys.
Or, as Aly corrected him, “men.” He didn’t like to
think of her dating men instead of boys, but she wasn’t
a little girl anymore.

She told him about dating an English professor — a man
fifteen years her senior — and Henry even managed to
hide his disapproval. Fortunately, the relationship
didn’t last, since she didn’t want a long-term
commitment. Then she told him about one of the
engineering professors. He’d been married and older
still, but she ended their relationship after only a
month.

“What about guys your age?” Henry finally asked.

She shrugged indifferently. “They’re boys,” she said.
“They only care about one thing–getting into my pants-
-but most of ’em wouldn’t know what to do if they got
there.” She shrugged again. “I just like older guys.
Men.” She looked at him sidelong. “I wonder why.”

Henry felt his face flush, and he concentrated on the
road. He tried not to think about her comment, but he
wasn’t entirely successful. He did manage to discreetly
re-arrange his erection, but it wouldn’t go away, no
matter how hard he tried to ignore it.

They fell silent for the next twenty miles. He didn’t
know what she was trying to do, but he couldn’t get her
out of his mind. He told himself–over and over–that
fathers didn’t think of daughters “that way.” He had a
difficult time convincing himself.

They stopped for lunch at the Arkansas-Oklahoma border.
Aly ordered a chef’s salad, while Henry ordered a
cheeseburger and French fries. She gave him a sharp
look, but he said, “Vacation, right?”

She relented a moment later, and reached across the
table to pat his hand. He felt an electric tingle and
immediately looked away. Aly merely giggled and stole
one of his French fries.

“Oh, Dad,” she said with a sigh.

They finished their meal in relative silence, but Henry
couldn’t keep his eyes from her. She wasn’t wearing
much makeup, and she had her hair pinned up. Still, she
looked beautiful. She was wearing a halter top–without
a bra–and he could clearly see her small nipples. He
tried not to stare, but she caught him once and he
turned bright red.

After lunch, he was glad to get back on the road. Aly
wasn’t built like her mother, but her lithe figure
accented what breasts she did have. Unfortunately, she
turned in her seat and sat with her back against the
door. She rested her thigh on the seat, and her shorts
were loose enough that he could almost see…

He gripped the wheel and stared straight ahead. Out of
the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Aly grinning
at him.

—–

The drive across Oklahoma was mostly uneventful, and
Henry kept his mind on business. When he had good cell
phone service, he made a few calls, and got updates
from Jayne about the situation with Raytheon.

When they neared the Texas border, the truck started
grinding each time Henry let off the accelerator. Aly
took out the map. They decided to stop for the night in
Amarillo. It was the next big town, and they could have
a mechanic look at the truck.

Unfortunately, the grinding grew worse. When the truck
gave a final lurch, Henry gripped the steering wheel.
He might not be a mechanical engineer, but he knew the
sound of metal on metal when he heard it. The
interstate was straight and flat, but it was also full
of 18-wheelers traveling eighty miles an hour. He
looked for a place to pull over.

The transmission gave a final squeal and the engine
died.

The steering grew heavy and Henry aimed for the
shoulder. An air horn bellowed as a truck barreled
past. He turned on the hazard blinkers and sat back,
his shoulders suddenly hot with tension.

“Wow,” Aly said. “That was close.”

Henry nodded wordlessly. Then he flipped open his cell
phone. It didn’t have a signal. “Try yours,” he said.

Aly opened her phone, but then shook her head.

“Well,” he said, resigned, “I guess we’re walking.”

They shouldered their bags and started walking toward
the town ahead. A battered old tow truck passed them
about twenty minutes later. It pulled to the shoulder
and waited for them in a cloud of dust.

“Is that your truck broke down back there?” the driver
asked, hooking a thumb behind him.

Henry nodded.

“I can’t tow it with this rig,” the driver said, “but I
can give you a ride to town. That’s where I’m goin’.”

“That’d be great,” Henry said. “Thanks.”

“I’m Tyler,” the driver introduced himself.

“Hank,” Henry said. “And this is my daughter, Aly.”

“Pleased to meet ya.”

They made small talk during the drive. The town was
called Lela, and Tyler owned the only garage in town.

“Sorry I can’t tow your truck tonight,” he said. “My
main tow truck’s on the rack.” He pointed to a brown
cardboard box on the dash. “Fuel pump.”

Henry nodded.

“I’ll have it fixed tomorrow, ’bout midmorning,” Tyler
said. “If you’d like, you can call Moneymaker’s Towing
in Shamrock,” he continued. “They’ll charge you for the
trip out here, in addition to the tow, but I won’t be
able to look at your truck till I get mine off the rack
anyway. You can have Moneymaker’s tow you back to
Shamrock, though.” He shrugged.

“Will you be able to fix our truck once you get it to
your garage?” Henry asked.

“Won’t know till I look at it.”

“Fair enough.”

“Do you want to call Moneymaker’s?” Tyler asked. “I can
give you the number.”

Henry looked at his watch. It was nearly nine o’clock.
He had an emergency number for the rental company, but
he decided to deal with them in the morning. “Do you
have a hotel in town?” he asked. Tyler gave him an
appraising look. It wasn’t a puzzled look, though,
which raised Henry’s opinion of the man.

“Sure,” he said at last. “We have the old Grand. It’s
not very modern, but it’s clean.”

“Then I think we’ll spend the night,” Henry said. “If
you can tow the truck in the morning…”

Tyler nodded. “I’ll drop you off at the hotel and give
you a call when I’m ready in the morning. Should be
nine or ten o’clock. A’ight?”

“Sounds good,” Henry said. He pulled out his wallet.
“How much do I owe you for the ride to town?”

“No charge.”

“Are you sure?”

Tyler snuffled and nodded. “Wouldn’t be able to call
myself a Christian if I’d left you there on the
interstate.” He tipped his hat. “See you in the
morning.”

Henry thanked him again and then shut the truck’s door.
It pulled away with a cloud of dust.

The Lela Grand Hotel was clean, but small and dated. It
must’ve been built in the Twenties, and it hadn’t been
renovated since. It looked like something out of a
movie, with faded red carpet and battered wood
paneling. The manager perked up and smiled as they
approached the desk.

Probably the owner, Henry thought. “I’d like two rooms
for the night,” he said aloud. “I don’t suppose you
have adjoining rooms?”

“Sure do,” the man said. He had Henry sign the
register–an honest-to-God paper register–and swiped
Henry’s credit card through a reader. The device
chirred as it dialed. Then a busy signal blared. “Ah,
that happens all the time,” the manager said. “You look
like the trustworthy type, though. I’ll just make an
imprint of your card and we’ll run it through when you
check out. Is that okay?”

“Fine,” Henry said.

The manager handed over two keys–genuine brass keys,
with faded plastic fobs. “Rooms 6 and 8,” he said, “at
the top of the stairs, to your right. Do you need help
with your bags?”

Henry shook his head. The hotel might be quaint, but
the manager was polite, and Henry couldn’t ask for
more, especially in the middle of nowhere.

The rooms were just as dated as the lobby. The TVs were
fairly modern, but the phones were old single-line
clunkers. Henry threw his suitcase and laptop on the
bed. It squeaked as they landed. A moment later, Aly
knocked on the adjoining door. He unlocked it and swung
it open.

“Nice place, huh?” she said. She was serious. “It’s
kinda cool, isn’t it?”

“It’s not what I’m used to,” he said, “but it’ll do in
a pinch.”

“The bathrooms have old cast-iron bathtubs. Cool, huh?”
Ten minutes later, she met with her first
disappointment: her bathroom didn’t have any hot water.
She started to call the front desk, but then had an
idea. She went into Henry’s bathroom and tried the tub.

“It’s hot,” she said. “If you don’t mind, I’ll just
take a bath in here.”

He gestured with a smile. While she ran a bath, he
plugged the phone cord into his laptop. The dial-up
connection was slow, but the computer began downloading
e-mail.

He listened to Aly hum as she soaked in the bath. His
thoughts wandered to her body, and he quickly flushed
with embarrassment. After a guilty moment he shook off
the thought and concentrated on his computer.

—–

“Do you want to have a late dinner?” Aly asked when she
emerged from the bathroom.

Henry turned but then quickly looked away. She was
wearing a single white towel. Around her head. Her
nipples were puckered and stiff from the air
conditioning, and he had an answer to his question
about her pubic hair: she had a small strip above her
slit.

“Oh, Dad,” she chided, “don’t be such a prude.”

“Sweetheart, I’m your father. I’m not your boyfriend.”

“So? You’ve seen me naked before.”

“Not since you were ten.”

“That’s not true. You’ve seen me plenty of times since
then.”

He had, but he felt guilty remembering. She and her
friends had a cavalier attitude about nudity. He’d seen
her and the other girls as they sunbathed topless. Or
when they spent the night and wore scanty nightshirts.
Or when her best friend, Jordyn, accidentally sent him
e-mail with…

“Hello?” Aly said. “Dad?”

He shook his head and looked at her. He’d forgotten
about her nudity, and felt his face heat as he looked
away. His embarrassment redoubled when he felt his
erection bind in his underwear.

“Oh, Dad,” Aly said. She leaned over his shoulder to
kiss his cheek.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her nipples,
pinkish- brown and pointy. She walked to her room and
he breathed a sigh of relief. His erection didn’t go
away, but at least he could shift it and ease the
pressure.

—–

The diner across the street was open, and they ate a
quiet meal. Henry’s thoughts were chaotic and
completely inappropriate–he couldn’t get the image of
Aly out of his mind. Back in the hotel room, he lied
and told her he had a headache. He closed the door
between their rooms and leaned against it, mentally
exhausted.

A cold shower didn’t do anything to dampen his libido.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Aly’s firm
breasts or trimmed pussy. He climbed into bed with an
erection. He wanted to jerk off, but he refused to do
it with thoughts of his daughter clouding his
imagination.

He tried to think of Leanne, but his mind’s eye kept
returning to Aly. He thought about a half-dozen other
women, from movie stars to employees, but Aly always
returned to the forefront. He even went to his computer
and tried surfing for porn, but the dial-up connection
was painfully slow. In the end, he went back to bed,
where he tossed and turned until he eventually fell
asleep.

—–

Henry opened his eyes and gazed up at the plaster on
the ceiling. It had once been white, but age and water
stains had turned it a dull yellow. He had an erection-
-he’d been dreaming about Leanne. Again. He could’ve
sworn he felt her next to him, but that was crazy. The
feeling persisted, so he glanced to his right, just to
be sure. He recoiled in surprise and leapt out of bed.

Aly, sleepy-eyed and disheveled, blinked at him from
the other side of the bed. “Unh, what time is it?”

“What’re you doing in here?” he blurted.

“My air conditioner started making a racket, so I came
in here.”

“Alyson…” He drew a deep breath and waited for his
heart to slow. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes.

Henry immediately sat on the bed again. Aly was wearing
a midriff halter top and a matching pair of panties.
The outfit was tight and translucent. It certainly
didn’t leave anything to the imagination. He rested his
arm on his thigh to hide his renewed erection.

“Alyson,” he began, slowly, deliberately, “I’m not your
boyfriend, and this isn’t a dorm room.”

“I know. So?”

“I’m your father, and you shouldn’t dress like that
around me. More importantly, you shouldn’t sleep in the
same bed with me.”

“But my air conditioner…”

He set his jaw. “It’s not right.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s vacation. I won’t tell if
you won’t.”

“This isn’t like a sausage biscuit, sweetheart.”

“So?”

“Alyson, I’m your father. For that matter, I shouldn’t
see any girl your age dressed like that.”

“I’m not a girl,” she shot back.

“Okay,” he conceded, “I shouldn’t see any woman your
age dressed like that.”

“Why? Don’t you like me?”

“I love you, Aly, and that’s precisely why I shouldn’t
see you like that. And it’s precisely why you shouldn’t
be sleeping in my bed. It’s not right.”

“Why? We didn’t do anything. I mean, you didn’t even
know I was there until you woke up.”

She was right, and it scared him. He was used to
sleeping with someone, and he hadn’t even noticed when
the someone in question wasn’t his wife. “That’s beside
the point,” he said. “Wrong is wrong, whether I know
about it at the time or not.”

She huffed. “When did you become so repressed, Dad?”

“I’m not repressed.”

“Then why are you so uptight about how I’m dressed?”
She flung back the covers to make sure he could see
everything.

He controlled his breathing with an effort of will.
“Aly, that outfit doesn’t leave anything to the
imagination.”

“It’s not supposed to. That’s why I wore it, Dad. I’m a
grown woman. I choose who gets to see my body.” Her
eyes glinted. “And I choose you.”

“Aly…”

“I know you’re not a prude, Dad. So relax. And don’t
worry about what I’m wearing. I don’t dress like a slut
in public. So if I want to dress sexy in private, why
should you complain?”

“But I’m your father,” he said, which sounded feeble.

“So? You’re still a man, aren’t you? Or has Mom finally
cut off your balls?”

He squared his shoulders and scowled. “Now listen here,
young lady–”

“Oh, come on, Dad! Do you think I don’t know about Mom
and her affairs? I know what she’s been doing to you,
and I hate her for it.”

“That’s between her and me,” Henry said.

“You think it doesn’t affect me? Or Chad and Kacy? We
know what’s going on.”

“Still, it’s none of your business–”

“It is my business when I see how unhappy you are. Why
don’t you divorce her?”

“Because I made a vow, and I’m going to honor it.”

“Even if Mom ignores it?”

“I made a vow,” he said stubbornly.

“Then why don’t you have a mistress? Tons of women
would sleep with you. And not just women your age,
either. You’re totally sexy. Women my age would sleep
with you.”

His eyes widened.

“Sure,” she said. “Jordyn’s always thought you were
hot. She’d sleep with you in a heartbeat. And she’s not
the only one.”

“This is not the kind of discussion we should be
having,” he said suddenly. “Do you want to take a
shower? Or do you want me to go first?”

“Why don’t we take one together?”

He ignored the question.

She rolled her eyes.

“Fine” he said. “I’ll go first.”

Once again, the cold water didn’t do a thing for his
erection. He didn’t want to emerge from the bathroom
clad in just a towel, but his pajamas wouldn’t hide his
hard-on any better. So he wrapped the towel around his
waist and hoped that Aly had returned to her room.

She hadn’t, and her eyes fell to his groin. He quickly
turned to face the sink, but he could feel her looking
at him. She casually stripped off her halter and
panties. She stood behind him, almost defiantly. He
could see her in the mirror, but he resolutely focused
on his own reflection.

“You can’t avoid the issue forever, Dad,” she said at
last.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re a man,” she said, “not a monk. If Mom won’t
have sex with you, then you should find someone who
will.”

He stubbornly kept his mouth shut.

She shook her head in resignation. “Fine. Have it your
way. But that…” she nodded at his hidden erection;
“won’t go away simply because you ignore it.”

-=PART II=-

The phone rang. Henry answered it brusquely. He’d
already spent most of the morning arguing with Aly —
about Leanne. Unfortunately, her arguments found
fertile ground, and he was beginning to question his
commitment to his wife. So he was glad for the
distraction of dealing with the broken-down truck.

“Ready when you are, Hank,” Tyler said. “Do you want me
to pick you up at the Grand?”

“Please,” Henry said. “I’ll meet you out front in five
minutes.”

When he hung up, Aly stood and reached for her cell
phone.

“Uh-uh,” Henry said immediately. “You stay here.”

She arched a defiant eyebrow.

He softened, but didn’t give in. “Look, Aly, I need
some time alone. Okay?”

She searched his eyes for a moment. Then hers softened
as well, and she smiled. “Sure, Dad.” She made a vague
gesture. “I’m sorry. I just hate what Mom does to you.
You deserve better than that. You deserve someone who
loves you. Instead…” She made another gesture, full
of anger and frustration. “You deserve better.”

“I know, kitten, but you take what life gives you.”

“What if life isn’t fair?”

He laughed with genuine amusement. It was his first
laugh in hours. “Life isn’t fair, sweetheart. That’s
why you have to grab the bull by the horns and take
what you can get.”

They heard the diesel clatter of the tow truck outside,
and they shared a final look. Aly crossed to him and he
hugged her.

“I love you, Dad,” she said. “I just want you to be
happy.”

—–

Tyler towed the rental truck to his garage and quickly
confirmed the problem: the transmission.

“I can’t fix it here,” he said gravely. “It needs a
complete rebuild.”

“What are my options?” Henry asked.

“You can call Ryder and get ’em to send me a new
transmission. Or I can take the transmission to
Shamrock. I know a place there that can rebuild it for
you.” He wiped his hands. “But it seems to me like this
is Ryder’s problem, not yours.”

Henry nodded. Unfortunately, he’d been preoccupied with
Aly all morning, so he hadn’t called the company’s
emergency number. He took out his cell phone and called
Jayne instead. She’d get results faster than he would,
and she’d be more polite in the process. Five minutes
later, she called him back.

“You should be getting a call in a few minutes,” she
said.

The phone beeped. “Thanks, Jayne,” he said. “They’re on
the other line now.”

Fifteen minutes later, Henry wanted to fling the phone
across the dusty parking lot. The rental company
insisted on sending their own mechanic, who wouldn’t
arrive until later that day. They wouldn’t send a new
transmission until their own man looked at the truck.
Henry understood the business logic behind their
decision, but it still irked him. At some point,
customer service was more important than the bottom
line. He should know!

He resigned himself to the wait. Tyler went to work on
a broken tractor, while Henry spent the afternoon on
the phone. His cell phone battery died in the middle of
a conference call, so he had Jayne patch him in on
Tyler’s battered office phone. He spent four hours
holed up in the cramped and grimy office, either
talking on the phone or receiving faxes on Tyler’s
ancient thermal fax machine.

At four o’clock, when the Ryder mechanic still hadn’t
arrived, he called Jayne again. She called him back
with the news that the mechanic had had a breakdown of
his own. Henry wanted to pound the desk in helpless
frustration. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t do any good.

He called the truck company and worked his way through
people until he was talking to the fleet manager. The
man promised that the mechanic would arrive first thing
in the morning, Saturday or not. Henry gritted his
teeth and hung up.

“Sorry, Hank,” Tyler said from the doorway.

“It’s not your fault,” Henry grumbled. He forced a
smile. “What do I owe you for the tow and rental of
your office? I think I used most of your fax paper.”

“Aw, let’s just see how this whole thing plays out,”
Tyler said. “Besides, Ryder should pay for everything.”

Henry agreed. “But I don’t want you to get stiffed.”

“I trust you,” Tyler said.

“You’re a good man,” Henry said.

They shook hands, and Henry walked back to the hotel.

—–

“You look exhausted,” Aly said as soon as she saw him.

He smiled bleakly. He plugged his cell phone into the
charger and sank into a chair. In addition to the real
work he’d done, fighting with the truck company had
been an ordeal. But he was used to cutting through red
tape, and the frustration made him even more
determined. Aly started rubbing his shoulders.

“Why don’t you take a shower and get cleaned up,” she
suggested.

Tyler’s office had been dusty. Henry didn’t care at the
time, but he realized that he probably looked like he’d
spent the day in a Panhandle garage.

A few minutes into his shower, Aly knocked on the
bathroom door. She opened it without waiting for an
answer. The shower curtain was transparent, so Henry
shielded his privates.

“I brought you some extra towels,” she said. “And when
you’re done, I’ll give you a massage. How’s that
sound?”

He had mixed feelings about the idea, but he didn’t
want to disappoint her. “Sure, kitten, that sounds
great.”

She closed the door and he was alone with his thoughts.

Ten minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom with a
towel around his waist. He used another to dry his hair
and torso. Aly smiled at him, but her eyes seemed to
roam over his body. She looked… hungry. Fortunately,
he was too tired to react, and his dick remained
mercifully limp.

She spread a towel on the bed. “Here,” she said. “You
just lay here and relax.”

He settled on his stomach and crossed his arms beneath
his chin. Then he closed his eyes and replayed his
afternoon. The conference call had gone surprisingly
well. His other calls were a mixed bag of problems and
opportunities. Fortunately, he had the ability to
either fix the problems or turn them into
opportunities.

Aly climbed onto the bed and settled on his towel-
covered behind. “Just relax, Dad,” she said softly.
Then she began kneading his shoulders, and he groaned
softly. She was using some kind of warm oil–it smelled
like flowers–but he didn’t care. He tried to turn his
thoughts back to business, but he couldn’t focus.
Instead, his mind wandered.

Why had Aly been flashing him for two days? And why had
she dropped so many innuendos? He wasn’t stupid–he
understood her looks and comments. She had to know
that. So why?

Was she trying to seduce him? Was that what this
morning’s conversation had been about? He knew he
shouldn’t talk with her about his problems with Leanne,
but she seemed to know about them already. And she
seemed to be suggesting… an alternative.

His mind balked at the idea, but his dick twitched in
spite of his conscious reaction. Aly reminded him of
Leanne, back when his then-future-wife was Miss Bexar
County Fair. When they’d first met, Leanne was an
ambitious beauty queen, with luxurious dark hair and
natural breasts. She’d had pubic hair back then, too.
Henry grinned at the memory.

Aly’s body was just like Leanne’s had been: lithe and
slim, but curvy in all the right places. Henry felt his
penis growing, and he shifted to let it expand. His
mind returned to Leanne, but after a few moments, he
found himself thinking about Aly again. He knew he
shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Are you ready for me to do the front?” Aly said.

Henry’s eyes snapped open. The last thing he wanted was
for Aly to see the lump of his hard-on.

“C’mon, Dad,” she said. She swatted his butt as she
climbed off him. “Roll over.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that she was nude.
At first he was shocked–so shocked that he simply
rolled over when she prodded him. His shock turned to
arousal and he tried to suppress it by force of will
alone. Aly casually climbed onto the bed and settled
astride his hips. Her pussy was right over his…

She smiled. “Someone’s enjoying himself,” she said,
grinning slyly.

He started to get up, his face hot with embarrassment.

She put a hand on his chest and held him down. “Just
relax,” she said. She poured more oil onto her hand and
set the bottle aside. Then she began rubbing his chest.

The oil was cool, but Henry barely noticed. He shut his
eyes, but the backs of his eyelids played images of
Aly’s pert, round, succulent…

Stop it! he cried silently.

He felt a pressure on his erection, and he realized
that it must be her pussy. He wanted to reach down
and…

Stop it, he told himself again, sternly this time.

Aly’s hands felt good, but her hips felt better. She
wasn’t being blatant about it, but she was rubbing his
dick with her pussy. He knew that in the process, she
was also rubbing herself. He wondered if her pussy was
wet.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his
imagination. It didn’t do any good. He imagined her
body over him as she rocked herself on his dick. He
could almost feel the softness of her thighs, the heat
of her pussy. He opened his eyes with a start.

He could feel the heat of her pussy.

She smiled down at him. Then she moved lower, her hands
on his sides, her hips over his thighs. He breathed a
sigh of relief. Without her rubbing his towel-covered
dick, he could control his desire. He’d kept it in
control for years, whenever Leanne refused him. He
wasn’t going to lose control now, especially with his
own daughter.

He closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything but
Aly’s body. When that didn’t work, he tried going over
business figures. That didn’t work either. He decided
to sit up, but froze when he felt her hands at his
waist.

Without a word, she pulled his towel open. Cool air
bathed his penis and testicles. His erection jerked,
and every fiber of his being screamed at him to get up,
to run away, to do anything but lie there and let her
do… whatever.

His imagination betrayed him. He imagined her
straddling his hips and lowering herself onto his
erection. He imagined her sucking him. He hadn’t had a
blowjob in years–Leanne used to do it, but not
anymore. Not for him, at least. He wanted Aly to suck
him now. He knew he shouldn’t think of his daughter
that way, but he couldn’t stop himself. He imagined
her…

She stroked his dick.

Pleasure shot through his body. A wave of guilt
followed close behind.

“Just relax,” she said, her voice soft and oh-so-
reasonable. She stroked him again. She must have put
more oil on her hands–her fingers slipped over his
shaft.

Henry knew he should stop her, but it had been so long!
He swallowed hard, his emotions warring within him. Her
hands felt incredible, but she was his daughter. He
wanted to come, but if he did, he’d never be able to
look her in the eye again. He wanted her to mount him,
but he needed to stop her before…

“Mmm, nice,” she said, soft and sultry. She stroked him
with one hand and kneaded his balls with the other.

Pleasure seared through him and he jerked as though
he’d touched a live wire. He clamped his eyes shut and
tried to focus through the roaring in his ears. He
jerked again and felt a splash of hot semen on his
belly. She stroked him, her hand strong and sure. He
felt another surge of pleasure, along with another hot
gush.

“That’s it,” she urged quietly, still pumping.

He felt warm all over. Aly kept stroking him, although
she avoided his sensitive head. He grew soft quickly,
but she didn’t pull her hands away.

He knew he should say something, but what? He didn’t
want to tell her how good he felt, but he didn’t want
to hurt her feelings, either. What she’d done was
wrong, but at least it wasn’t sex. He kept telling
himself that, over and over again. He didn’t quite
believe it, but it was all he had.

He struggled to sit up, weak from the intensity of his
orgasm. Aly smiled at him. Her breasts were shiny with
oil, and they rose and fell with her breathing. He tore
his eyes away and met hers. She smiled again, a little
whimsically.

“Let me get a towel and I’ll clean you up,” she said.
“And then we can go to dinner. I’m starving. Okay?”

He could only nod.

—–

All through dinner, Henry wanted to talk about what had
happened. It was wrong. They couldn’t do it again. But
a tingling warmth still filled him, and his dick
twitched every time he shifted in his seat. He kept up
his side of the conversation–about her summer
internship, of all things–but a part of him focused on
how to prevent a recurrence of…

He called it what it was: incest. It wasn’t exactly
sex, but it was still wrong. Worse, he remembered what
he’d been thinking at the time. His face heated at the
memory.

They finished their meal and walked across the street
to the hotel. He worked up the nerve to say something,
but lost the thread when she smiled at him. She looked
so beautiful, so innocent. She didn’t look like the
girl–the woman, he corrected–who had given him a
hand-job earlier. She looked like what she was: a
teenager out with her father. He felt his determination
wither and die.

When they reached their rooms, she changed into a pair
of shorts and a midriff T-shirt. The shirt clung to her
braless breasts. Her nipples made little shadows when
the light was right. She sat cross-legged in the center
of the bed, TV remote in hand.

“What do you want to watch?” she asked.

Aly, we can’t do that again, he silently told her,
working up the nerve to say it for real. It’s my fault.
I should’ve stopped it.

“How about something on HBO?”

I love you, and you’re my daughter. I’m flattered that
you… He stopped. He sounded condescending, even to
himself. I think you’re a beautiful girl, but… Too
patronizing. I know you love me, but… Too wishy-
washy.

“Do you want to watch something else? CNN?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he said. He snorted
softly at the double meaning of his words.

For her part, Aly seemed perfectly comfortable with
what had happened. What I let happen, Henry sternly
told himself. I could’ve stopped it, anytime. He knew
the lie as soon as he thought it. He couldn’t have
stopped it any more than he could’ve stopped the truck
from breaking down.

He yearned to be home, where he wouldn’t have to face
the shame of what he’d done. He glanced at her. She
smiled at him again, the corners of her mouth quirking
whimsically.

Henry steeled his nerve and vowed not to repeat his
moment of weakness. If it didn’t happen again, he
wouldn’t have to talk about it. He kept telling himself
that as he gazed at the TV with sightless eyes.

After an hour of mindless television, Aly yawned. “Are
you ready for bed?”

He desperately hoped she’d go to her own room.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll sleep in here tonight,” she
said, dashing his hopes for a painless separation.

“I don’t know…”

“I forgot to call the manager about my air
conditioner,” she said. “It still makes a racket. I
can’t sleep with it on.”

Henry didn’t think she’d “forgotten” at all.

“Please, Dad?”

“Sure, sweetheart. I can sleep on the floor.”

“Oh, don’t be silly.”

They went round and round for two minutes. She was
insistent, but Henry had made up his mind.

“Okay, fine,” she said at last, exasperated. “If you’re
going to be unreasonable, I’ll just sleep in my room. I
won’t have you sleep on the floor.”

That started a second round of arguing, and Henry
eventually agreed to sleep in his own bed… with Aly.

“I’ll be good,” she said, sensing his reluctance. “I
promise.”

He didn’t want to disappoint her, but he couldn’t–
could not– allow a repeat of what had happened.

Aly changed into her sheer top and panties while Henry
went into the bathroom to change into his silk pajamas.
He tried not to look at her as she climbed into her
side of the bed. He turned out the bedside light and
rolled away from her. It took him a long time to get to
sleep.

—–

He was dreaming, and Leanne was sucking his dick. Her
lips felt so good. He moaned and put his hand on her
head. She liked it when he did that. Her hair was soft
and silken under his fingers. Her lips felt even
better. She sucked gently and then pulled back, her
lips tight around his shaft.

He wasn’t close to coming, although he could feel the
pressure building in his balls. She didn’t particularly
like the taste of semen, but she still let him come in
her mouth. She even swallowed. He thought about the
first time she’d given him a blowjob, years ago, in the
back seat of his old Chevy.

She hadn’t been very good at giving head then, but she
learned quickly. She wasn’t a virgin, but she hadn’t
had many boyfriends. Henry was the first to come in her
mouth. She liked the thrill of new sex. But he couldn’t
remember the last time…

She took him deep and he groaned softly. Her lips felt
wonderful, the perfect combination of strong and
supple. She circled the head of his cock with her
tongue. He was getting closer, and he began moving his
hips.

She put her hand on his balls and massaged them through
the silk pajamas. The feeling was exquisite, smooth and
hot at the same time. He thrust his hips and held her
head down. She took him as deep as she could. He was
close. Very close.

The pressure mounted in his balls and he felt the
familiar tingling. He grunted once and held her head
down. She groaned in surprise, but didn’t push him
away. Instead, she pumped him with her fist. He felt a
jolt of intense pleasure as he spurted in her mouth.

When his orgasm finally subsided, he mumbled his thanks
and told her he loved her. He hadn’t said that in a
while.

—–

Henry opened his eyes and gazed at the ceiling. Leanne
was nestled beside him. He had his arm around her, and
she had one of her legs thrown over his. She felt warm
and soft and lithe, like when they were first married.

With a shock of realization, he came fully awake–Aly
was beside him. Luckily, he didn’t have his usual
morning erection, despite his incredibly erotic dream.
He tried to separate himself without waking her.

She stirred. “Mmm, what time is it?” she mumbled.

He glanced at the clock. “Six thirty-two.”

He pulled from under her and swung his legs over the
side of his bed. He stood up and immediately felt a
draft. His fly was open. He looked down in shock. He
tried to re-button his pajamas, but his fingers were
trembling.

It was a dream, he told himself feverishly. It was all
a dream.

Had Aly…? Had he…?

He rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind
him. It felt cool against his back. His chest heaved
from more than the effort of dashing across the room.

“Are you okay, Dad?” Aly called after him.

Oh, my God, he thought. What have I done?

—–

Aly didn’t say anything over breakfast, and neither did
he. Before they were done, Tyler called with the news
that the Ryder mechanic had arrived. A disconnected
sense of calm settled over Henry as he focused on the
truck instead of his other problems. He left the
waitress a twenty and then he and Aly walked to the
garage.

The Ryder mechanic quickly decided that the truck
needed a new transmission. Henry and Tyler shared an
irritated “We told you so” look. The new man slid from
under the truck and wiped his hands.

“I’ll have to pick one up in Amarillo,” he said.

Henry barely restrained his anger. “Weren’t you just in
Amarillo? Couldn’t you have brought one with you?”

The man shook his head. “I came from Oklahoma City.” He
looked sheepish. “You must’ve lit a fire under
somebody, Mr. Adair,” he said. “My boss told me to be
here by nine o’clock, or else. I was on the road at
six.”

Good, Henry thought crossly. It’s about time I got some
good customer service. To the mechanic, he said, “Thank
you. But I have a suggestion: why don’t you call
Amarillo and have them deliver a new transmission?
It’ll save time.”

“Uh, yeah. I guess you’re right. Dunno if anybody’s in
the shop on a Saturday, but I’ll give it a try.” The
man wiped his hands again and took out his cell phone.
“Yep,” he said when he hung up, “you sure lit a fire
under somebody.”

—–

Henry spent the rest of the morning in his hotel room,
on the phone or on the computer. He had a grant
proposal to write, a project budget to revise, and a
thousand other things to keep him busy. Aly sat with
him while he worked. She spent the time reading, or
watching TV, or sending text messages on her phone.

When the Ryder mechanic finally finished, Henry thanked
him and signed the repair receipt. Then he thanked
Tyler–with quite a bit more goodwill.

“So,” Henry asked, “how much do I owe you for
everything?”

“Well, Hank,” Tyler said, “the Ryder guy said they’d
pay for the tow and the facilities. As for the rest…”
He shrugged. “The office is free, and bein’ friendly
don’t cost nothing, so… I don’t guess you owe me
anything at all.”

“Nonsense,” Henry said. He pulled out two hundred-
dollar bills. “Will this cover it?”

“I told you–”

“Take it,” Henry insisted. “In case Ryder is slow to
pay.”

Tyler reluctantly took the money. Then he shook Henry’s
hand. “You’re okay, Hank,” he said with a grin,
“especially for a guy from LA.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” Henry said with a chuckle. “I was
born and raised in San Antonio.”

Tyler laughed. “A Texas boy? I knew it!”

—–

Henry paid the hotel bill, and they were on the road by
four o’clock. He didn’t want to spend another night in
a hotel with Aly–he didn’t trust himself–but he
didn’t relish the sixteen hour drive from Texas to LA.

By midnight, his eyes were bleary and his shoulders
ached. Aly talked him into spending the night in a
motel. She even offered to check in while he parked the
truck. She returned as he was gathering their bags.

“I got us one room,” she said as she took her bag from
him.

He should’ve argued, but he didn’t have the energy.
Besides, he couldn’t exactly demand a second room,
since he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. His spirits
rose when they got to the room and he saw the double
beds. At least he wouldn’t have to sleep in the same
bed with her. Her casual nudity still made him nervous,
but it didn’t shock him anymore. As for the rest…

“Are you okay, Dad?” she asked.

He nodded and tossed his things onto the nearest bed.
He changed into his pajamas in the bathroom. When he
emerged, Aly was washing her face at the sink. She was
nude, so he let his eyes pass over her without
stopping. Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop himself from
glancing back.

Her smooth pussy peeked from between her thighs. He
quickly looked away, but the sight was burned into his
brain. He felt something stir within him, so he quickly
climbed into bed. It took him a long time to fall
asleep.

—–

Henry opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. The
heavy curtains screened the glow from the parking lot,
but he could tell that it was much earlier than his
usual six thirty. He blinked and wondered what had
woken him. He felt a movement beside him, and his pulse
raced.

Aly!

She rolled over and draped herself across him. She must
have felt his tension, because she started to wake up.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Shouldn’t you be in your own bed?”

“Oh Dad.”

“Sweetheart…”

“Mmm,” she said, ignoring him, “you’re warm.”

He was fully awake now. He wanted to get up, to get
away. He didn’t have an erection, but with her body
pressed against his, it was only a matter of time.

“Are you in the mood?” she asked.

Henry was struck by how grown-up she sounded. She
certainly wasn’t a little girl, but she sounded so
matter-of-fact, so… comfortable with the idea that he
might be aroused. The realization did what nature
hadn’t–he felt his penis swell and start to grow.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” she asked. Before
he could say anything, she reached for his manhood and
found it through his pajama bottoms. “Ooh, you are in
the mood.”

He carefully pulled her fingers away from his erection.
If he’d had any doubts about whether or not he’d been
dreaming the night before, he lost them in an instant.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, more curious than
discouraged.

“Aly, you shouldn’t touch me there.”

She snorted softly and reached for him again.

He pulled her hand away. “I’m serious, Alyson.”

“Oh, Dad, don’t be such a prude. It’s all right. It’s
just oral.”

“And you’re ‘just’ my daughter. It’s not right.” His
erection didn’t agree.

“You thought it was all right last night,” she accused.

He deliberately gathered his thoughts. “It wasn’t all
right,” he said at last. “I thought I was dreaming…”
It sounded feeble. He cleared his throat and continued,
“I thought you were your mother.”

“Do I give head like she does?”

“Alyson! I’m not going to answer that.”

“Do I? She’s had a lot more practice than I have… and
with so many different men.” She sounded spiteful, and
it didn’t suit her.

“Aly, you shouldn’t say that. Besides, it’s none of
your business.”

“Just what is my business, Dad?” she asked. Without
waiting for an answer, she plowed ahead. “I love you,
and I want to give you pleasure. What’s wrong with
that? We’re both consenting adults. It’s not like
you’re taking advantage of me. More like I’m taking
advantage of you.”

“Aly,” he said deliberately, “we can’t. We can’t do
what we did last night. We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re my daughter.” He could almost feel her
roll her eyes.

“Dad, that’s stupid. Who loves you more than I do? Mom?
Ha! Kacy?”

Henry’s heart raced at the thought of his older
daughter seducing him. Kacy might be a jackal, but she
did have a nice body. He liked Aly’s better, but… He
stopped himself before he went any further.

“Not likely,” Aly finished. “Jayne loves you, but she’s
too afraid to do anything about it. Jordyn tried to
seduce you, but you never did anything when she e-
mailed those pictures.”

“You knew about that?” he asked, surprised.

“Who do you think took the pictures, Dad? And whose
idea was it to send them to you?”

“You?”

“Of course. Jordyn’s wanted to get busy with you since
we were thirteen. Most of my friends think you’re hot.
We used to talk about you when they spent the night.
Why do you think we wore such flimsy nighties when you
were around? God, Dad… Half my friends wanted you to
take their virginity.”

His eyebrows shot up.

“I wanted you to take my virginity.”

At that, he gaped.

“Instead… well… instead, I had sex with a boy. I
don’t like boys, Dad. I like men. I like you. I love
you.”

“I love you too,” he answered automatically, “but–”

“Then why won’t you let me please you?”

“Aly, we can’t.”

“Dad, we already have.”

“But we can’t do it again.”

“Why not? I love you, and you love me. I love sex, and
so do you. Don’t try to deny it, Dad. I felt how you
held my head down and thrust into my mouth last night.”

“Aly, no,” he said, overcome by guilt.

She reached for his erection and grasped it through the
silk of his pajamas.

He wanted to jump out of bed. He wanted to push her
away. He wanted to make her promise never to touch him
again. He wanted to run.

“There,” she said, “that’s not so bad.”

“Aly, no,” he whispered, his voice harsh with tension.

She unbuttoned his fly and reached into it. He felt an
electric thrill when she touched his manhood. Her hands
were soft and gentle. She stroked him.

He swallowed hard. “We can’t…”

“Shh,” she whispered. Then she pulled back the covers.

He felt her breath on his cock. A moment later he felt
her lips. He closed his eyes and tried not to groan. He
could fool himself into thinking he’d been dreaming the
night before, but now he was completely aware of what
his daughter was doing. He still couldn’t stop her.

“Oh, God,” she said, low and eager, “I love your cock.”
She wrapped her lips around him again.

He closed his eyes. This isn’t happening, he told
himself. This is only a dream. But he knew the truth.
His daughter was sucking his dick, and he hadn’t done a
thing to stop her.

“Take off your pajamas,” she said.

He made a desultory attempt at unbuttoning his shirt,
but then his hands fell limp. He couldn’t stop her, but
he wasn’t going to help her, either.

She didn’t need help. She pulled his bottoms down and
tossed them aside. Then she pulled off her own
skintight outfit. With a low groan of impatience, she
swallowed his erection.

Henry closed his eyes and gulped. Her lips felt
exquisite. She didn’t have Leanne’s experience, but she
knew what she was doing. After a minute or two, he felt
her shift. She tugged his hand to her hip. Then she
wiggled suggestively. He didn’t move, so she let his
dick slip from her lips.

“Play with my pussy,” she said. “That gets me hot like
you wouldn’t believe.”

She started sucking him again, but he still didn’t
move. She took his hand and moved it for him. He felt
the heat and moisture and he yearned to touch her, but
he still had a shred of self- control. She wiggled her
hips again.

“Play with me, Dad.”

His self-control began to unravel. After a long moment
he worked up the nerve to touch her pussy. She was hot
and slippery. She groaned when he gently sawed his
fingers along her slit.

“Oh, yeah,” she panted, “that’s it.” She rocked her
hips, forcing more of his hand against her.

He played with her clit, and she moaned softly. The
sound vibrated through his dick as she sucked him. She
bobbed for another minute or two. Then she released his
dick and sat up. He thought she was going to stop
sucking him. A tiny part of him felt relieved, but the
rest of him railed in frustration. She swung her leg
over his chest and straddled his face.

He couldn’t see her pussy very well, but the smell of
her arousal hit him like a ton of bricks. He felt his
dick swell, and Aly groaned in surprise. She started
sucking in earnest.

He stared up at her, his mouth watering with desire. He
hadn’t tasted a pussy in a long time, and one was
staring him in the face. Its owner was his nineteen-
year-old daughter, but at the moment, he didn’t care.
He licked her.

She moaned and ground her hips against his face. He
tongued her clit, and she cried out. He smiled to
himself and did it again. She let his dick slip from
her lips, but he concentrated on her pussy.

He let his tongue wander through her folds, tasting her
juices. Then he sucked her swollen inner lips, which
made her gasp with the need for release. She tensed up,
but he didn’t relent. He kept licking as she quivered
gently. Her spasms grew stronger, and she cried out. He
lavished attention on her sensitive folds.

She went wild. Her belly heaved and he felt her holding
on to his cock for dear life. Her thighs trembled and
her whole body seemed to convulse. She cried out again,
locked in the powerful current of an orgasm. He kept
licking, driving her higher.

She finally collapsed atop him. He slowly came to his
senses as well. He was still hard–very hard–and he
smelled like pussy. His chest heaved from the exertion.

Aly stirred and managed to swing her leg over his
shoulder. She collapsed beside him and panted. “Oh…
my… God,” she said at last. “That was the best orgasm
I’ve had in… forever.”

He started to say, “I’m glad you liked it,” but then he
remembered who he was talking to. “Aly, I…,” he
began. Then he fell silent. Confusion and shame
overwhelmed him. But along with the other emotions, he
felt a burning desire, and his balls ached for release.

“Oh, God,” she said at last, “I need your cock.” She
rolled over and found his erection. She engulfed the
crown and then swallowed the first few inches. Her lips
tightened around him and she sucked gently. Then she
drew back, her tongue trailing along the sensitive
skin.

“Come in my mouth,” she whispered, her voice husky with
desire.
“Hold my head and come in my mouth.”

She started sucking again and Henry put his hand on her
head. She groaned and bobbed up and down. He didn’t
last long. When he tensed up, she began stroking him.
He pushed her head down and she moaned as the first
spurt struck the back of her throat. A second spurt
turned into a surge of pleasure.

The surges continued long after the gushes stopped. She
let him slip from her lips when he grew soft. Then she
turned and settled beside him.

“That was nice,” she said, already sleepy. “I love
you.”

“I love you too.”

They were quiet for a long time, and he eventually felt
her breathing grow deep and regular.

He lay awake until the sun came up.

-=PART III=-

Henry gripped the steering wheel and thought–for the
hundredth time–about what he wanted to say.

“Aly…,” he said at last.

She sent her text message, snapped her phone shut, and
looked at him expectantly.

“Aly,” he began again, “we need to talk.”

“Oh,” she mocked, “this sounds serious.”

“It is.”

“It’s about this morning, isn’t it?” He started to
respond, but she cut him off. “Why are you so uptight
about it, Dad? We’re both consenting adults.”

“It’s still wrong,” he said.

“Why?”

“It just is.”

“But why? Why is it ‘wrong’ to have sex with someone
who loves you?”

“Because you’re my daughter, that’s why.”

“So?”

“It’s incest, Alyson. And it’s wrong.”

“Interracial marriage used to be ‘wrong,'” she said.
“In the Fifties.”

“This is different.”

“How?”

“It just is,” he said stubbornly.

“That’s the best you can come up with?” she said. “‘It
just is’?” She huffed. “C’mon, Dad, you’re smarter
than that.”

He didn’t rise to her baiting.

“It’s only ‘wrong’ if you say it is. But what’s wrong
about it?”

He didn’t have a good answer, so he kept his mouth
shut.

“In the first place, you can’t get me pregnant, so we
don’t have to worry about birth defects.”

“That’s not the only thing to worry about,” he said
obstinately. She wasn’t going to win the argument
simply because he’d had a vasectomy.

She ignored his objection. “In the second place,” she
continued, “I’m totally legal, so you don’t have to
worry about statutory rape. In the third place, you’re
not taking advantage of me. I’m a grown woman. I can
decide for myself who I want to sleep with. And
finally, I wasn’t planning to tell the whole world
about our private lives. So we don’t have to worry
about some Republican DA trying to have us arrested.”

“It’s still wrong,” he said.

“Why, Dad? Tell me why.”

“It just is.”

“So we’re back to that again?” she said. “Didn’t you
teach me to think for myself? To ‘use the brain God
gave me’?” Her implication was obvious.

“This is different,” he said. “I have thought about it,
and it’s wrong.”

“So you’ve thought about us?”

He quickly backpedaled: “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it, Dad?” She looked at him for
a moment and then set her jaw defiantly. “Okay, I’ll
drop the whole thing… on one condition.”

“What?” he asked warily.

“Can you honestly tell me that you don’t wanna have sex
with me?”

He looked at her and thought about lying. It would be a
lie, too. He’d spent the last hundred miles daydreaming
about her.

She let the silence drag out.

“It’s wrong, Alyson,” he said at last.

She must have sensed his crumbling resolve, because she
unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned close. After a moment
to let the tension mount, she put her hand on his
thigh.

The contact sent a jolt of excitement through him, and
his penis stirred. “Alyson,” he said hoarsely, “we
can’t ever repeat what we did last night.”

“Yes, we can.”

He was acutely aware of her presence — the heat of her
body, the swell of her breasts, and a dozen other
things that made every fiber of his being cry out to
agree.

“We can do that and more,” she said. “I want to do
everything with you.”

Against his will, he darted a glance at her.

“Yes, everything,” she said. “I want to suck you. I
want you to eat me. I want to feel your cock inside me.
I want to feel you come inside me.”

“Aly,” he croaked, “do you have to use language like
that?”

“Would it sound better if I used the proper words?” she
asked. Then she smirked. “I want to fellate you. I want
you to perform cunnilingus on me. I want to feel your
penis inside me. I want to feel you ejaculate in my
vagina. Is that what you want to hear, Dad?”

He swallowed hard.

“I’ll say it however you like,” she said. “I’ll say
whatever you want, as long as you fuck me.” She mocked
him with a look. “Excuse me, as long as you have
intercourse with me.”

He glared.

“Hey, you wanted me to stop using ‘language like
that.'”

After a long pause, he said, “Aly, we can’t…”

“Yes, we can,” she whispered. “We can do it as often as
we like.”
Her fingers slid up his leg and she brushed his trapped
erection.

He wanted to pull her hand away, but he couldn’t. It
felt so good, so warm, so… right. He blinked in shock
at the last thought and tried to clear his muddled
brain. Fathers do not think of their daughters that
way, he told himself sternly. Then he answered himself,
But what if my daughter…? He glanced at her.

“I want you,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
“Can you pull over at the next exit?”

Emotions warred within him. He felt guilty for even
considering the suggestion, but he also felt a thrill
of excitement. Her arguments had begun to make sense.
She couldn’t get pregnant, and she was a grown woman,
able to make decisions for herself. Incest was probably
illegal, but he had plenty of experience skirting the
technicalities of the law. Besides, they weren’t likely
to tell anyone what they’d done.

Still, he felt a moment of guilt at the thought of
having sex with his own daughter. He told himself that
he was being irrational. He wanted to have sex with
her, and she’d made some persuasive arguments. What
could it hurt?

He made his decision.

When Aly saw his expression change, she made a sound of
triumph. With practiced ease, she unfastened his chinos
and extracted his hard-on. She stroked him gently. Her
hand was warm and soft. With her free hand, she managed
to pull off her panties. The scent of her arousal
filled the truck’s cab, and Henry’s mouth began to
water.

The next exit was a rest area, and Henry sped toward
the truck and RV parking lot. The far corner was empty.
Aly had her head in his lap before he even turned off
the engine. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He
wanted to fuck her, but he didn’t want to do it in a
truck cab. Aly seemed to have the same thought, because
she didn’t make a move to change positions. Instead,
she played with her pussy while she sucked him.

She came before he did. He felt her tense up, and she
groaned around his dick. Afterward, her nostrils bathed
his shaft with cool air as she panted. When she caught
her breath, she began sucking again.

He didn’t last long. When she felt him swell in her
mouth, she began stroking him. He clamped his eyes shut
as the first spurt shot like a geyser from his shaft.
She moaned and kept pumping. He spurted again and saw
spots behind his closed eyes.

He eventually came to his senses and looked around, to
make sure no one had seen them. The parking lot was
just as it had been before. He stroked Aly’s hair as he
caught his breath.

She sucked him until he grew too soft. Then she sat up
and wiped the corners of her mouth. She grinned. Her
face was flushed and her hair had come undone, but she
looked beautiful. She closed her eyes and moistened her
lips, tasting him.

“Mmm,” she breathed. “I like it when you come in my
mouth.” She opened her eyes, and they flashed with an
intensity that almost scared him. “I can’t wait to feel
you come inside me.”

He forced a smile and tried to suppress a wave of
guilt. He wasn’t successful, but the thought of fucking
her was enough to run roughshod over any objections he
might have left.

—–

Henry turned into his driveway and pulled around the
circle. He stretched the kinks from his muscles as he
walked to the front door. Inside, the housekeeper
emerged at the sound of the security system beep. She
pulled up short when she saw him. Then she smiled,
friendly but deferential. When she looked past him, her
smile turned into genuine affection.

“Oh, Miss Aly, you home!”

“It’s good to be home, Marisela,” Aly said as they
hugged.

Marisela clucked and eyed the girl critically. “You
still so thin. They no feed you in Virginia?”

“Of course they do, Marisela, but I want to look good
for men.”

“Men? Is that why you no eat? Miss Aly, men no want
skin and bones…”

Henry left the two women talking and headed toward his
office suite. The majority of the house was Leanne’s to
decorate (and redecorate) as she saw fit, but the west
wing was his private domain. It had been designed as a
music studio–the idiot movie star had delusions of
being a rock star, too–but Henry had it gutted when he
bought the place.

He’d kept the studio’s original soundproofing, but
little else. Rich wood paneling and thick Persian
carpets replaced the garish colors and cheesy shag
carpeting. Leather couches and chairs supplanted the
Seventies furniture. And the sound equipment was in a
real recording studio in the Valley.

Now, the suite was wired with everything a modern
executive needed, from phones to broadband to satellite
TV. It also had the sophisticated security system, of
course, with its cabinet of monitors and digital video
recorders. It even had a full bath and kitchenette.
Last but not least, it had a small bedroom, where Henry
could spend the night when he worked late.

The suite had only one entrance, through the media
room. Henry usually left the door open when he was
working at home, but he kept it locked the rest of the
time. Marisela had her own entry code, but she only
entered to clean. Leanne didn’t have a code, and Henry
had made it clear to Marisela that he’d fire her if she
ever gave her code to Leanne.

At the thought, Henry grinned. Marisela didn’t like
Leanne — the housekeeper knew about Leanne’s affairs –
– so he wasn’t worried about the code. Leanne had
wanted to fire Marisela at least a dozen times over the
past years, but Henry had put his foot down. It was his
house, and he paid the bills. Leanne had gotten used to
the situation, but she still resented it. Henry didn’t
care anymore. Good housekeepers were hard to find,
especially loyal ones, so Marisela would always have a
job with Henry.

He punched his code into the keypad and entered the
office suite. He checked his computer and then opened
the security system cabinet. Aly and Marisela were
still talking in the foyer. He watched them for a
moment and then smiled. Aly had her mother’s beauty,
but nothing of her personality, thank God.

For a moment he wondered if he would’ve been as
attracted to Aly if she were more like Leanne or Kacy.
Somehow, he doubted it. He’d learned a lot since the
pure lust of his early marriage. Leanne might be sexy
and attractive–both then and now–but she was also a
scheming, manipulative, unfaithful, shallow…

He balled his fists and willed himself to relax. Aly
was none of those things. She might look like Leanne,
but the similarities ended there. He watched Aly for a
moment longer. His eyes were drawn to her breasts,
braless under her tight T-shirt. She was too thin, but
if she filled out like Leanne had… He smiled and
shook off a fantasy.

Aly and Marisela were still talking when he returned to
the foyer.

“Are we ready to unload?” he prompted.

“Sure,” Aly said.

“You want dinner for when you done, Mr. Henry?”
Marisela asked.

“Please. How about your famous pork empanadas?”

She frowned.

Aly gave him a hard look. “And what about your
cholesterol?”

Marisela said, “I try to take good care of him, Miss
Aly, but…” She shrugged helplessly.

“I thought we were on vacation?” Henry protested.

Aly’s eyes flashed, and she smirked. “All right. Since
tonight is special…”

He felt his face flush. Fortunately, Marisela couldn’t
know what Aly really meant.

“Okay, Mr. Henry,” the housekeeper said, “I make you
empanadas.”

Henry rolled his eyes at Aly’s audacity. “Come on,” he
said.

It took them an hour to unload the truck. Most of her
things went to her bedroom, and she piled the rest in
the upstairs rec room.

“Do we have time to get cleaned up before dinner?”
Henry called to Marisela when they finished.

A mouth-watering aroma followed her out of the kitchen.
“Thirty minutes,” she said.

Henry nodded. Upstairs, he left his clothes in a trail
on the bathroom floor. The hot shower stung his
shoulders, but he simply stood under it for a minute or
two. Then he heard the bathroom door open. For a moment
he felt an irrational fear that Leanne had returned
early. She was supposed to be in San Diego with Kacy,
but…

Aly opened the steam-clouded shower door.

A wave of desire washed over him, but then he felt
another stab of fear: what if Marisela came upstairs?
He relaxed almost immediately. First, Marisela was busy
in the kitchen. Second, she never came into the bedroom
when he or Leanne were there.

Aly drew his mind back to the present. “I thought I’d
join you,” she said. She shut the door behind her and
squirted soap in her palm. As she lathered his chest,
he watched her steam-slick breasts move. His penis
jerked and began to stiffen.

She teased him with a surprised look. “Is that for me?”

She ran soap-slick hands over his shaft and then washed
his testicles. By the time she returned to his dick, he
was completely hard. She stroked him for a moment, her
eyes riveted to his erection. Then she gazed up at him.
She closed her eyes and parted her lips. With a soapy
hand, she drew him down for a kiss.

At first, he rebelled against the intimacy. A kiss was
so… personal. But then he silently laughed at
himself. He was willing to have sex with his own
daughter, but he balked at a kiss? Instead of pushing
her away, he pulled her closer. Her slippery body felt
oh-so-good against his.

When she finally broke the kiss, she whispered, “I
can’t wait to fuck you.”

She squeezed his dick. Then she gently pushed him under
the steaming shower and rinsed the soap from his body.
When she was done, she pulled his hands to her breasts.
Her nipples grew stiff as he tweaked them.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she said. “I like your hands on me.”
She closed her eyes and stroked his erection. They
stood like that for almost a minute. “Do you want to
wash me?” she said at last.

He smiled in reply. She squirted soap into his hand,
and he began to lather her. Her skin felt young and
smooth, and he reeled with another wave of arousal. Aly
turned and pressed her ass against his hard-on. She
looked over her shoulder and bit her lip, playing the
seductive vixen.

“Do you want to fuck me here?” she said.

He almost snorted at her audacity. Then he felt a
moment of uncertainty. A blowjob was one thing, but sex
was another thing entirely. Could he actually go
through with it? He wanted to, but still…

Aly sensed his hesitation. “Don’t worry, Dad,” she
said, “we have all the time in the world. Mom won’t be
home till Wednesday, right?”

He nodded.

“So that gives us two days.”

He nodded again.

“You can give Marisela a couple of days off, and we can
do whatever we want.” She waggled her eyebrows. “I have
some totally hot fantasies about where I want to do
it.”

He didn’t argue–not with her nubile body pressed
against him. He felt a flicker of guilt at what he
wanted to do, but he quickly suppressed it. He’d
already made his decision, and he was willing to live
with it. Incest might be worse than adultery, but
Leanne had broken their wedding vows long ago. He had a
lot of catching up to do.

Aly sensed his distraction. “Come on,” she said,
“Marisela should have dinner about ready.” She turned
off the water and opened the shower door. Steam
billowed out as she reached for the towels.

Henry watched Aly dry herself, and his erection
returned. She reached for him with a grin. He closed
his eyes as she began sucking him. She pulled back
after only a minute. Her eyes sparkled.

“Later,” she said. She stood on tiptoe and kissed his
cheek. Then she giggled and dropped her towel.

He watched her bare ass as she sauntered from the room.
When she was gone, he stared into space, reliving the
last few minutes. Eventually, he turned away and
blinked to clear his head. His erection softened as he
shaved, so he donned a loose warm-up suit and headed
downstairs.

He found Aly in the kitchen. She was bent over the
island, speaking Spanish with Marisela. The housekeeper
stood at the stove, with her back to the room. Aly
looked over her shoulder when she heard him. Her eyes
flashed and she casually lifted her skirt. She wasn’t
wearing panties.

Henry let his gaze roam over her narrow hips and smooth
ass, but his eyes were drawn to her pussy. She reached
between her legs and ran a finger along her slit. He
was hard in an instant, and he regretted wearing
something so loose that it showed.

“Almost ready, Mr. Henry,” Marisela said over her
shoulder.

Aly grinned at him and then returned to her
conversation with the housekeeper. Henry spoke a few
words of Spanish, but he couldn’t follow their
conversation. Besides, he was distracted by Aly–her
pussy flashed pink as she spread her moisture.

“Okay, ready,” Marisela said at last, startling Henry
out of his erotic stupor.

He and Aly ate dinner on the patio. The evening was
still relatively warm, but a cool breeze picked up as
the sun slid toward the horizon. Marisela cleaned up
the dinner dishes and then reappeared at the patio
door.

“Do you need anything before I go, Mr. Henry?”

Henry shook his head. “Thanks again for coming to work
today.” he said. She usually had weekends off. “Why
don’t you take tomorrow off,” he added, as casually as
he could.

Aly cleared her throat softly.

“And Tuesday,” he added. Marisela dithered for a
moment, and Henry immediately understood the reason.
“With pay, of course,” he said. When she relaxed, he
said, “It’s the least I can do.”

She thanked him and left. As soon as she was gone, he
felt Aly’s foot at his crotch. She smirked and burrowed
her toes under his semi-hard dick. It swelled
immediately, and her expression turned smug. Then she
tugged her skirt up and bared her pussy. Without a
word, she began playing with herself.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” she finally asked.

A part of him wanted to fuck her right there on the
patio table. Another part wanted to wait until his
dinner settled. A third part–smaller and quieter–
still rebelled at the idea of having sex with his own
daughter.

She spread her legs and inserted a finger. Then she
held his eyes as she tasted her own juices. All the
while, her foot never stopped teasing his erection.

Why shouldn’t I have sex with her? he thought. She
wants it as much as I do. More! Why should I live like
a monk when Leanne fucks anything with a dick? The
seething anger killed his erection, but his lingering
guilt died as well. It was a silent, unlamented death.
“Why don’t we watch a movie or something,” he finally
suggested.

“But I want you.”

“I need to let my dinner settle,” he half-lied.

In the media room, Aly flopped onto the couch and he
sat next to her, close but not touching. She scooted
closer and he caught a whiff of her perfume. His
nostrils flared with arousal.

“What do you want to watch?” she asked. Before he could
answer, she turned to the Playboy Channel. It was
showing “Naughty College School Girls 15.”

“Works for me,” Henry said.

Aly pressed herself against him and set the remote
aside. They watched in silence.

“Wow, she’s hot,” Aly said at last.

The girl onscreen was blonde and thin, with fake boobs.
Her pussy was completely shaved, and she wore a
glittering pendant in her navel. She looked like a
slutty version of Kacy.

“Normally, I don’t like fake tits,” Aly continued, “but
so many women have ’em these days. Hers are pretty
nice, don’t you think?” When the scene switched to
another girl –also shaved– Aly lifted a foot to the
couch. She pulled up her skirt and casually regarded
her sparse pubic hair. “Do you think I should go bare
down there?”

“I think you should keep some pubic hair,” Henry said.
“I don’t like the little girl look.” He snorted with
silent laughter. Maybe he didn’t like the little girl
look because he didn’t want to think of his daughter as
a little girl.

Can I actually do it? he asked himself one final time.
Can I
actually have sex with her?

He loved her, and he didn’t want to screw up her life.
But she had seduced him, not the other way around. He
could’ve put a stop to things before they’d gone too
far, but with brutal honesty, he admitted that he never
really wanted to stop her. He’d been horny and starved
for attention.

He blamed Leanne. If she hadn’t been such a cold
bitch… He drew a deep breath and tried to relax. If
Leanne hadn’t cut him off, he wouldn’t have been so
horny.

But no! She spreads her legs for everyone but me, he
thought viciously. Fucking c– He balled his fists and
ground his teeth.

“What’s wrong?” Aly said.

“Nothing,” he lied. He took a deep breath and tried to
clear his poisoned thoughts.

Aly helped by distracting him–she talked about the
girls onscreen. She liked blondes the most, but she
didn’t seem all that picky. She also liked girls with
smaller breasts, which was no surprise. She liked the
shaved look, although she really got excited by a
redhead with her pubic hair trimmed into a heart shape.

“Don’t you think that’s sexy?”

He nodded. His erection had returned full-force, and it
made an obvious bulge in his loose warm-ups. Without a
word, Aly freed his manhood. She descended on it with a
soft moan.

Her lips wrapped around the head. Henry closed his eyes
and rested his hand on the back of her head. Aly bobbed
gently for several minutes, her lips smooth and soft.
Henry felt like he was in a trance — he still sensed
the world around him, but it was fuzzy and soft. His
daughter was giving him a blowjob, and he didn’t see
anything wrong with that. He wanted to fuck her, and he
didn’t see anything wrong with that either.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Aly said at last, breaking the
spell.

He nodded absently.

“I want to do it in your bed.”

That got through to him, and he shook his head.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“We can’t,” Henry said. “Not there.”

“Why not? It’s not like you and Mom–”

“That’s not the point, Aly,” he said. He shook his head
again, firmly. “Not there.”

“Okay,” Aly said, “then my bed.”

“Not there either.”

“Dad, you’re killing my best fantasies” she said, a bit
perturbed. “Okay, how about your office?”

He nodded. The door was still open from earlier, and
she inhaled as soon as she walked into the suite.

“When I was a little girl,” she said, “I loved the
smell of this place. Leather… wood… your cologne.”
She inhaled again and skipped down the hall. Her skirt
flew up as she twirled at the door to his office. She
became coquettish. “Do you want to do it on your desk?”

Without waiting for an answer, she disappeared through
the doorway. When he reached the office, she was
sitting on his desk and kicking her feet girlishly. She
spread her legs and beckoned. His mouth watered at the
thought of going down on her. She must’ve had the same
thought, because she lifted her skirt and bared her
pussy.

Henry knelt before her and put his hands on her inner
thighs. Her skin was soft and smooth. He inhaled the
aroma of her arousal. Then he flicked his tongue over
her slit and tasted her. She gasped and her belly
rippled.

“Oh, God,” she hissed, her fingers twined through his
hair. She hissed again, her stomach quivering as he
licked her folds.

Her skirt bunched at her waist and he pushed it out of
the way as he cupped her ass and lifted her hips. He
circled her clit with his tongue and she cried out
softly.

He licked and sucked until he felt her tense up. Then
he inserted a finger and pressed her G-spot. Her hips
bucked, but he continued licking. She bucked again, but
then sat up and pushed him away. She hadn’t come. His
brow furrowed with confusion.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me, please. I want to come
with you inside me.”

He stood and unzipped his warm-up jacket. He tossed it
aside and lowered the pants. He aimed his erection at
Aly’s pink and glistening slit. She tugged him forward
and rubbed the head over her opening. Then she moved
her hips and he was inside her.

The shock of it hit him like a blow. He was inside his
own daughter! He was fucking her.

Without so much as a glimmer of guilt, he slid into
her. He stopped when his hips pressed against the desk.
She scooted toward him and groaned as he filled her
completely.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, “fuck me.”

The words rang in his ears and the world faded to the
background. Heat and moisture surrounded his cock.
After more than a year of forced abstinence, his senses
reeled with pure pleasure.

With Aly urging him on, he began thrusting. His hips
slapped her thighs, filling the room with the sounds of
sex. She lay back on the desk. Then she lifted her
shirt and bared her breasts. Her nipples bounced with
each thrust. He lowered his lips and captured one. She
hissed as he nibbled gently.

The pressure built in his balls and he lifted his head
from Aly’s chest. She pulled his face up and kissed him
long and deep, her tongue sparring with his.

After a moment she broke the kiss and groaned as he
filled her again. “Fuck me,” she panted. “Come inside
me. Fill me with come.”

He pushed himself up and concentrated on fucking her.
She tugged at him, as if trying to get him to fuck her
faster. He was going as fast as he could–the staccato
sounds of his thrusts sounded like a person applauding.

He felt a rush of heat and moisture as her pussy
clenched him.
Her eyes rolled back and she frantically tugged at her
nipples. He kept pounding into her. His own climax was
close, and his balls felt tight with the need for
release. He groaned, low and guttural.

“Oh, God, yes!” Aly screamed. Her pussy clenched again.

With a final lunge, he buried himself as deep as he
could and felt an explosion of pleasure. The sensation
spread outward and engulfed him. He clamped his eyes
shut and saw stars. Beneath him, Aly heaved in the
final throes of her own orgasm.

When Henry finally came to his senses, he was panting.
Aly was too, but she gazed up at him with a look of
satisfaction. His dick eventually went soft within her,
and she made a moue as it slipped out. He smiled in
apology. After all, he wasn’t a twenty- year-old
anymore.

She smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” A pang of guilt speared
him, but he ignored it. Aly was an adult. They were
both adults.

“Do you want to go for a swim to cool off?” she asked.

He nodded.

“And then maybe afterward,” she suggested, “we can go
up to my room.”

He shook his head.

She pouted. “Why not?”

“One taboo at a time, Aly,” he said.

Her expression brightened. “Tomorrow night?”

Something within him stirred at the thought. “Maybe.”

—–

The next day, Henry returned from work to find Aly in a
classic little black dress. It clung to her lithe body
and barely covered her ass. She had dinner ready, and
she’d set two places at the end of the big mahogany
table in the formal dining room. She even had candles
and a bottle of wine.

“I thought we should celebrate,” she said.

He’d begun to feel guilty about what they’d done.
“Celebrate what?” he asked cautiously.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she said. “I’m not in love with you
or anything. I mean, I love you, but…” She looked
exasperated for a moment. “I’m not going all romantic
or anything. I just want you to fuck me.”

When her words registered, he forgot his guilt. “Do you
always talk like this?”

She smirked. “Only with my boyfriend.”

“Aly, I’m not your boyfriend.”

“Okay,” she said. “Only with the man I’m fucking at the
time.”

“Do you have to use that word?”

“Fuck?” she asked. “What’s wrong with it? It’s what
we’re doing.”

“Aly, we’re not… ‘fucking.'”

She grinned at his discomfort. “Then what’re we doing,
Dad?”

He set his jaw.

“Since Mom’s not going to give you what you need, you
should get it from somewhere. It’s not healthy to go
without sex. That’s where I come in.”

“So I’m like a summer internship?” he asked, his
feelings unexpectedly bruised.

She moved close and pressed herself against him. “No,
Dad, it’s nothing like that.” Her eyes softened. “I
love you.”

“I love you too, kitten, but–”

“I’ve always had the hots for you, Dad. I told you, I
wanted you to take my virginity. But I’m not a girl
anymore. I have needs. You do too. So why can’t we take
care of each other? We love each other, right?”

He nodded.

“And this is what people do when they love each other,”
she said. She sounded reasonable. Seductively
reasonable. “I want to make you feel good. And you
definitely make me feel good.” She smiled and nodded
toward the place settings. “So I thought we should
celebrate our new relationship.”

“New relationship?”

“We’re lovers,” she said simply.

“Alyson, we’re not lovers.”

“I love you. You love me. I want to fuck you. You want
to fuck me. That sounds like lovers to me, Dad.”

“Do you have to keep using that word?”

“Fuck,” she said deliberately. “I want to fuck you,
Dad. And I’m not the only one. I was telling Jordyn
about last night, and–”

“You did what?”

“I told Jordyn,” she said without blinking.

He was dumbstruck.

“Don’t worry, she won’t tell anyone.” She pulled away
and began serving their dinner. She talked casually, as
if the conversation were an everyday chat. “She’s
totally hot for you. She wanted to come over tonight,
but I told her some other time. She wants to do it on
your desk, like you–”

Henry recovered from his shock. “You told her, Aly?
What in God’s name were you thinking?”

“Relax, Dad,” Aly said. “She’s known all along. Who did
you think I was texting the whole time we were waiting
for the mechanic?”

Her phone, he thought. The text messages. The
realization hit him and he felt his breath go out.

“She was the one who suggested the hand-job with the
massage. I was going to let you catch me masturbating.”

His eyes flew wide.

“Her idea was better, though.” She shrugged
unapologetically.

“So you were planning this all along?”

“Not the breakdown part,” she said, “but everything
else.”

“Aly, I…”

“Oh, Dad, don’t be a prude. I’ve wanted to fuck you
since I first realized what sex was.”

“Do you have to keep saying that?”

“‘Fuck,’ Dad. It’s just a word. Now, let’s eat before
it gets cold.”

He ate mechanically. His thoughts were a chaotic mess.
If Aly and Jordyn had planned the whole thing…? Who
else had she told? What if someone found out?

“I thought we could watch some TV after dinner,” Aly
said innocuously. “And then maybe we can go for a swim
once it gets dark. I like skinny dipping with you. It
makes me horny thinking about nothing between me and
your cock but the water.”

“Do you have to use that word, too?”

“What word? ‘Cock’?”

He nodded.

She rolled her eyes. “Dad, it’s just a word. Besides, I
like the sound of it.” She grinned. “I like the feel of
it better, but…” She took a sip of wine and gazed at
him over the rim of her glass. “Will you relax, Dad? We
can talk about sex like two adults, you know? I’m not a
little girl anymore.” She grinned smugly. “Jordyn said
you’d be like this.”

He glared a question at her.

“She said it’d take you a while to get used to it.” Aly
waved her wine glass. “I mean, I’ve had a long time to
get used to the idea of fucking my own father.”

“Aly, please,” he said. “Show some decorum.”

She set her wine glass down and turned serious. “I’m
sorry, Dad.
If you don’t want me to say it, I won’t say it.”

He compromised: “Just don’t say it as often.”

She smiled. “I still want to do it, though. I want to
do it as often as we can. We’ll have to be careful when
Mom gets home, but I think we can manage at least once
a day.”

“Once a day?”

She nodded casually. “I really want it more than that,
but I don’t know if we’ll be able to manage.”

“You want more…?”

“Mmm hmm. We’ll figure something out,” she said, her
mind already working. Then she drew her eyes back to
the table and set her wine glass down. “In the
meantime, would you like an after-dinner blowjob?”

He blinked at her nonchalance.

She misunderstood and began to frown.

He smiled. “Maybe a little later,” he suggested, “in
the pool.”

Her eyes lit up. “And then afterward,” she said, “can
we have sex in my bed?”

He hesitated.

“Please, Dad? You don’t know how hot that makes me. I
promise
you’ll enjoy it. Please?”

He hesitated a moment longer, but his dick was already
growing stiff at the thought.

She sensed his crumbling resolve and broke into a
smile. “We’re going to have fun this summer,” she
gushed. “Jordyn and I are going to fuck your brains
out. You’ll love her. She’s…”

She chattered as they carried their plates back to the
kitchen.

Henry’s nascent erection turned into a full-blown hard-
on, and he wondered if he’d be able to last until they
went swimming.

“Oh, God, Dad,” Aly said at last. “I so can’t wait to
fuck you.” With that, she pressed herself against him
and rubbed his hard-on through his suit pants. Then she
turned and bent over the breakfast counter. When she
looked over her shoulder, her expression could’ve
melted the polar ice caps. She tugged her dress up. She
wasn’t wearing panties.

Henry’s last shreds of his remorse vanished in a fog of
arousal.

She moaned as he entered her from behind. She was hot
and wet and oh-so-tight. “Oh, God,” she groaned. “We’re
going to have so much fun this summer.”