Dad and I didn’t really talk much at all yesterday. I slept in super late and he was already at work by the time I finally got out of bed. It took awhile for me to convince myself that he wasn't there watching me cum from shadows outside my door the night before. I must have left the door cracked. 

I spent the day out by the pool with my mom. The summer sun felt so good on my skin. That, mixed with the long night’s rest had me riding high into the late afternoon. 

Dad came home around 6pm. Mom and I saw him milling around in the house in his suit and tie. He noticed us sipping margaritas and gossiping in the shallow end and waved at us. He bounded up the stairs, and a moment later he was wearing swim trunks and joining us for a swim. 

Dad dove in, close enough to us to make sure we’d get splashed. He did a few laps to blow off some stress, before emerging from the cool water and slicking his salt and pepper hair back and out of his face. 

Dad is tall, dark and handsome. A short, trimmed beard and dark brown eyes. His body is really nice too. He’s in great shape for his age. Good shoulders and chest with some hair down the front of his torso. 

“Hello girls. Enjoying your pool party?” He smiled wide. Mom took a step towards him and put her arm around her neck, pulling him in for a kiss. 

Mom is gorgeous too. She’s 5’3” and maybe 130 lbs. She’s got teardrop shaped breasts and a nice thick butt just like me. Her white bikini just accentuated her curves. 

We have a very affectionate family and Mom and Dad love to express their love for one another often. For some reason, this time it sent a jolt of electricity through my pussy and up through my core. I was turned on, but more than that, I felt a bit of jealousy. 

Oh God. Not this again. 

I turned and climbed out of the pool and crossed to the chair where I left my things. I toweled off briefly and made my way back to the sliding glass door.

“Where are you going? I was looking forward to hanging out with you!” Dad called to me as my teen ass bounced in front of him before I covered my lower half with the towel. 

“Sorry, Dad,” I called back to him, mildly annoyed. “I have some writing I need to finish.” 

I went up to my room and closed the door behind me, leaning against it as my hand slipped down the front of my purple bikini bottoms. My hole was drooling. With two fingers, I collected my slick and brought it to my clit to tease myself. 

My eyes were closed and I was thinking about Dad kneeling between my legs. He was looking up into my eyes with his fingers holding the crotch of my bathing suit to the side, his tongue swirling around my little clit. I leaned back against the door and pushed my hips forward, needing to feel my own father’s mouth on my sex. 

I imagined him sliding his thick fingers inside my wet, sucking little hole while he teased my little folds and button with his tongue. My dad was finger fucking me and I was taking it like a good little slut, sitting down on him to meet his hand each time it raise up. 

He spun me around and forced my teen body against the door. Instinctively, I pushed my round ass out for him to molest. Daddy took the bottoms down, spread my ass and spit on my little hole before shoving his tongue inside my pussy from behind.

“Oh fuck, Daddy…” 

“Evelyn..?” 

Reality crashed over me like a bucket of ice water as I heard my father’s voice on the other side of the door. I panicked, pulling my hand out of my bottoms and looking around for some way to escape this mortifying situation. 

“Uh… Yeah..?” I called out in a high, nervous voice, a little too loud. Maybe it was wishful thinking that he was further down the hall. 

There was a long pause before he spoke. “You’re mom’s making dinner. It will be ready in an hour.”

Dad was right on the other side of the door. My face went white. 

“Okay! Thanks Daddy… I mean.. Dad.” Jesus Christ, Evelyn. Get it together.

He didn’t say anything. There was just dead silence for maybe 20 seconds before I finally heard his footsteps down heading back down the stairs. 

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I woke up in a fervor again last night, cold sweat on my red hot skin. I was breathing heavy with my hands between my thighs and for a moment my mind lingered on my the masculine elements of my father’s body. His shoulders, his chest and arms. In my dream he was on top of me, his hand covering my mouth as he was just about to take my virginity. God. It felt so real looking up at my Dad as he lined himself up with my pussy and started to push in. 

I looked over at the alarm clock. 2:42am. It’s always 2:42am. 

The dreams started when I came back from college to stay with mom and dad for the summer. At first it was once or twice a week. Now I have them every single night. I feel like something’s happening to me. 

But every time I have the dream I wake up right as Dad forces himself inside of me. Sometimes I let out a little yelp, expecting to feel my cherry tearing for him. But then there’s nothing. And I’m just left there in abject desperation, on the verge of making myself cum to fantasies of own father. 

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I was starting to come back to my sense. I was beginning to think a little more clearly, although I was still incredibly horny. For the past 4 nights I’ve woken up like this and managed not to touch myself. I just laid here in the twin-sized bed I grew up in and tried not to think about my dad inside of me. It’s been absolutely torture, and I’ve been getting almost zero sleep. I think it’s starting to effect me. 

I closed my eyes, licked my lips and slid my hands back down inside my cotton panties. One hand pulled the skin taught above my slit and the other circled my clit, pressing it against my pelvic bone at the perfect pressure. I forced myself to think of Matt Chesterfield, the British actor I had the biggest crush on growing up. I thought about the scene of him dancing with his shirt off in that terrible movie Dad and I watched together.

What was that movie called again? Hmm… I bet Dad would know. Fuck… Yeah, I think my Daddy would know for sure. 

My little pussy leaked slick down my ass as I rubbed my cunt like a teen whore for my own father. I was getting so close. It was like I didn’t even have to try when I was thinking of Daddy on top of me, dominating me with his powerful body. 

As I was cresting the wave of my first orgasm in over a week, I tried to push my father out of my mind. Tried to think of Matt Chesterfield, or the cute guy from my Econ class, or even the time I kissed Kenzie in front of the basketball team at a party. But my mind was fixated on my Daddy. Feeling his long thick cock open up my little fuck hole to make me his plaything for the summer. 

Oh God.

I let out a guttural moan and reached up to cover my own mouth. I started to squirt, soaking my panties as my body convulsed violently on my bed. I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head. My thighs squeezed together as I fell onto my side. Tremors continued to rattled through my body. 

As I came down from the best orgasm I’ve ever felt in my entire life, I looked up through watery eyes and could see that the door to my bedroom was slightly ajar. I close it every night before I go to bed. I couldn’t see if anyone was still there in the dark hallway, but the thought sent a chill down my back. 

I covered my body in my blankets and rolled over onto my other side, facing away from the door. It took another 20 minutes to come down from my high, but eventually I drift off to sleep and had some of the best rest I’ve had in a really long time.