A Road Trip for Keely

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Keely woke up, her bedroom dimly lit by the soft light coming through the window blinds. Rolling over onto her back and brushing long strands of dark hair from her eyes, she turned her head to look at the alarm clock beside her bed. She didn't have to be up for another hour, but Keely was too excited to go back to sleep. Today she and her dad were leaving on a road trip to go visit two of the colleges she had applied to, and she'd been waiting for this for almost two months. As an irrepressible smile crept across her face, the brunette reached out and shut the alarm clock off, then flipped the thin sheet off of her body and slipped out of the bed.

As she usually did, Keely had slept in a sports bra and her panties, but by the time she returned from the bathroom about fifteen minutes later, she had changed into a set of powder blue pajamas, and a pair of fluffy white slippers. It was still hours before it would be time for her and her father to leave, so she decided she might as well be comfortable. After packing a few more things into her suitcase, which had been sitting at the foot of her bed for days, Keely quickly made her bed.

Once she was finished with her bed, Keely made her way downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat. The house was quiet, which wasn't really a surprise considering how early it was. Helping herself to a bowl of lucky charms and a banana, the brunette found herself checking the clock on the microwave every couple of minutes, still anxious to get on the road. When she was done eating, Keely checked the weather forecast, reassuring herself that nothing was going to get in the way of her and her trip.

Deciding that she might be able to convince her dad to get an early start if she could get him out of bed, Keely walked upstairs and made her way down the hallway to his bedroom. She knocked lightly, but didn't expect a response. After a moment's pause, she opened the door and poked her head in. Yep, she thought to herself, still sleeping.

Stepping lightly across the floor, Keely approached the side of her father's bed, remembering all the times she had snuck into his room as a kid, especially on Saturday mornings when she wanted him to wake up and take her to breakfast. As she reached the edge of the bed, she saw her dad turn over onto his stomach. She bent over and gently nudged his arm, just as she had so many times before.

"Daddy," she said, her voice soft and playful. "Daddy, are you going to wake up?"
 
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He was roused from his dream by a soft, etherial voice. At first all he realized was that someone was talking, it was only after a few hours, or seconds, he couldn't tell which, that he could make out the words.

"Daddy, are you going to wake up?"

He turned his head to the side and opened his brown eyes. He was met by the smiling face of his youngest daughter Keely. Her pretty brown eyes, so much like his, shined bright even in the dim room. Her long brunette hair dangled down as she bent towards framing her cute face.

He lay on his stomach and pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking over to her. It was then that he became uncomfortably aware of two things. First, that his morning wood was grinding into the mattress. The second, that from this angle, the way she was bending over the bed, he could see down Keely's top. His eyes involuntarily darted down her top and ran over the smooth inner curve of her breasts.

His wife and oldest daughter were away, planning the damned wedding which was all he had heard about in the past six months. In a way, Keely's mother had been neglectful of her younger daughter during this time. Yet, she had also been neglectful of her wifely duties to Keely's father. That's how he tried to rationalize away the face that he had just quickly checked out his daughter.

He forced a smile and looked to her. "Eventually i'm gonna wake up. Why? What's your hurry?"
 
"Come on, Daddy," Keely replied as she straightened back up. "Don't tease me. You know what today is, and you know how excited I am about it." She continued to stand beside the bed, her hands now on her hips, as she loomed over him, her eyes twinkling with excitement. He had always liked to tease her when she was little, pretending that he didn't know what day it was, or what plans they had that day and each time he would keep a straight face until she would actually start to believe that he really had forgotten.

"If we leave early then we'll have more time to check out the campuses," she pointed out, her voice playful but insistent. "Come on, I'll even make breakfast for you if you get up," Keely offered as she reached down to tickle him along his ribs.
 
He chuckled as he rolled up on his side, his right arm coming out of the covers. "Now I know you haven't forgotten that i'm not ticklish." He smiled and reached out quickly grabbing her arm and pulling her half onto the bed. Her feet still stood by the side, but her hands had reflexively reached out to brace herself from falling onto the bed.

He quickly took his hand from her arm and ran it along her side before he started to tickle her through her blue pj top. "But I bet your still ticklish."

He laughed as he tickled her. His left hand shot out of the covers and grabbed her thigh to keep her from running off as he tickled. "And I think you got your days mixed up sweetie...the college thing is next weekend isn't it?"
 
Keely wasn't surprised that her dad hadn't responded to her attempt to tickle him, he never did, but she was surprised when he pulled her close enough for him to begin tickling her. She began giggling even as she tried to brace herself to keep from falling all the way onto the bed. "Daddy!" she cried out as she tried to pull away from him, still giggling from the feel of his fingers which danced along her ribs. That was when she realized that he had hold of her leg with his other hand, so that she couldn't get away.

"And I think you got your days mixed up sweetie...the college thing is next weekend isn't it?" she heard him say just before she planted a playful fist against his shoulder.

"IT IS NOT!" she practically screamed as she tried once again to pull herself from his grip, as laughter threatened to render her helpless. As she turned her torso away from his grip, she felt his fingers glide across her stomach and her chest trying to tickle her wherever he could. She punched him again, this time in his stomach, and a little harder than before, laughing as she did.

"It's this weekend and you know it," she insisted as she finally managed to pull away from him long enough to straighten up, despite his hand on her leg. "Now, I'm going to make you pay," she said in a comical voice as she dove on top of her dad.
 
He was surprised as his daughter lunged at him. She landed across him perpendicular to the direction he was laying. He grunted as her weight fell firmly on his stomach knocking the air from his chest. Her jump had rolled him onto his back and he reached down and tickled her side as he tried to sit up.

As he tried to sit up he felt her body slide down onto his lap and his morning wood, trapped in boxers and luckily covered by the sheets twitched at the pressure her body provided. He was shocked at the idea that his hard on was affected by his daughter, and for some reason, that sense of revulsion, made him harder.

He felt her shifting and they quickly degenerated from tickling to wrestling there in the bed. He was half trapped under the covers so she was much more maneuverable.
 
Keely knew that she had caught her dad off guard, and she tried to take advantage by pinning his arms down, but before she could he managed to slip a hand to the side of her stomach, tickling and pinching her. "Daddy!" she squealed as she tried to push his hand away as she shifted her hips down until she was basically sitting on top of him. Unfortunately, she couldn't stop him from tickling her, which left her giggling so hard she lost her balance.

As her father's strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her back down, she struggled against him, still laughing just like she had as a kid when they would wrestle in the bed or in the living room floor. At least one thing was different now though, now Keely had breasts, and as they wrestled together, more than once, she felt her dad's hands brush against them accidentally. She wouldn't have cared, except that she hadn't bothered to put on a bra, and her nipples were very sensitive.

Doing her best to ignore the fact that her nipples were starting to swell, Keely reached down and pinched her dad's nipple hard enough to catch him off guard. Taking advantage of his surprise, she pushed him back down and jumped on top of him again, "You're going to get up now," she laughed, "Or I'll have to teach you a lesson, mister."
 
I laugh and grab a corner of the sheet and wave it like a white flag. "Ok ok I give up. You win, i'll get up."

Slowly he pulled his way out of his daughter and sat up in the bed, he managed to keep the sheet over his lap, he was shocked to find that his morning wood had grown into a full hard on, and his boxers were damp with precum. All from just wrestling and tickle fighting with his daughter. What was wrong with him?

"Fine, you go down stairs and make me some breakfast. I'll get a shower and be downstairs in a bit then we can hit the road. Deal?"

He didn't wait for a reply, he threw the sheets off him and walked to the master bedroom's connecting bath, sure to keep his back to his daughter. He entered and shut the door behind him. He turned on the cold water and climbed into the shower washing off throughly and letting the cold water kill his erection.

Eventually he climbed out of the shower and dried off. He changed into a loose pair of trousers and a tshirt to travel in as he drove and slipped on his sneakers before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
 
Keely slipped out of her father's bedroom as quickly as she could, hoping he wouldn't notice the fact that her face was flushed, or worse that her nipples had grown hard and were pushing against the front of her pajama top, the rough fabric rubbing against them as they swelled. As she moved into the hallway and out of sight of her dad, Keely leaned back against the wall to catch her breath, fanning her face with one hand to cool herself down.

Her cheeks had grown warm as they had wrestled, but it wasn't the physical exertion that had caused her face to turn crimson at the last. It was the fact that when she rolled over and sat on top of her daddy, she could feel his penis beneath her, and unless she was completely off base, he had been aroused. It wasn't as if she didn't understand that men sometimes had erections when they first woke up, she had heard of morning wood, she'd just never thought of her father as having that problem. She'd never even really thought of her father as having a penis.

Well, he's definitely got one, and a big one based on what I felt, Keely thought to herself. Oh my god, did I seriously just think about how big my dad's dick is, she said, chastising herself. Pushing the awkward moment from her mind, the teenager made her way downstairs to the kitchen and began brewing a pot of coffee for him. Once the coffee was on, she scrambled some egg, fried some bacon, and peeled an orange for him.

By the time he came down and joined her, Keely had everything ready and neatly displayed on the counter for him. "I hope this is okay," she said with a smile. "I guess I should go get changed and grab my things. I'll be back in a flash."

As Keely passed by her dad, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "Eat fast!"
 
"I guess I should go get changed and grab my things. I'll be back in a flash."

He had just taken a bite full of back as he looked over and she leaned over, leaning in for a kiss on his cheek. He couldn't help as his eyes lowered down and took in the smooth inner curve of her breasts as they dangled in her light blue top. It's neck dangling open as she bent in to kiss him innocently on the cheek.

He felt her lips against his cheek, and felt himself blush. "Eat fast!" She smiled and turned to run upstairs to her room. He couldn't help but notice how the powdered blue pajama bottoms hugged her firm young bottom. In fact it looked like she had a semi wedgie.

It was only after her fuzzy slippers disappeared up the stairs that he realized that once again that day, he was sporting a hard on because of his teenage daughter. He found himself thinking about the feel of her body as they wrestled around in the bed.

Her mother, he realized, had never had the body of Keely. Why was he noticing his daughter's body anyway?

He ran upstairs and grabbed his bag out of his bedroom and was passing Keely's door to head back down the stairs and realized it was cracked open.
 
Keely raced up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom, her hands already working on the buttons that held her pajama top on before she even made it through the doorway. She did her best to kick the door closed with her foot as she stripped the top off and tossed it into her hamper, glancing down briefly at her nipples which finally seemed to be softening a little.

Walking into her closet and selecting the clothes she wanted to wear, Keely returned a moment later, tossing the clothes onto the bed. Slipping her pajama pants down over her hips and over her tight bottom, she let them fall to the floor, then did her best to flip them up and into the hamper with one foot, missing and sending the pants sailing over the hamper. Wearing just her white, cotton panties, Keely walked around to retrieve the pajama pants and place them in with the rest of her dirty clothes.

Pausing in front of the hamper, the brunette slipped her panties down and off and this time, successfully flipped them up and into the basket. Smiling at her success, Keely then turned and walked over to her dresser. Standing there with nothing on, she slowly sorted through her panty drawer looking for just the right pair. As she continued to search, Keely reached back with one hand and scratched the top of her butt, then looked back over her shoulder at her ass as she grabbed a handful of her own cheek, feeling to see how firm it felt. Her ass was definitely her favorite part of her body, she admitted to herself. It was slender and tight, without being flat, and she knew, thanks to most every guy she'd ever dated telling her, that guys really really liked it.

Turning her attention away from her ass, Keely paused her search for a moment to look at her breasts, her hands slipping up to cup them. They were B-cups, though, like most girls she used the occasional water bra or push up bra to make them look bigger when it counted. The teen had finally accepted that her b-cups were as big as they were going to get, and was happy that the rest of her lean, fit body made up for it with most guys.

Realizing that she was wasting time, Keely pulled a pair of black panties from her drawer and then bent over to slip them on. As she straightened back up, she pulled the panties up over her ass and hips, letting the band snap into place. The panties fit her snugly, which she liked. Keely then grabbed a black bra from on top of her dresser and slipped it on, her hands snaking behind her back to fasten it on.

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With her new found focus, Keely quickly dressed in her sleeveless black t-shirt and her black shorts, then headed into her bathroom to brush her hair and her teeth. A few minutes later she headed downstairs, carrying her tennis shoes and her socks in her hands, and hoping that her dad was done eating.
 
He stood in amazement as he watched his daughter's naked form move over to her dresser and stand before her mirror. He could see her left nipple, surprisingly hard. She started rooting through her drawers. As she looked he watched a hand slide back and scratch the top of her left ass cheek. Then, to his surprise she grabbed a handful of her ass cheek.

He bit his lip to keep from moaning but couldn't tear his eyes away. He watched her partial reflection in the mirror as she slid her hands up her body and cupped her proud young B-cups. He wished it were his hands roaming over the young breasts.

He watched her half bend as she pulled on a tight black pair of hip hugger panties. He wondered if she were shaved? Hairy? Trimmed? She pulled on a matching bra and he wondered who had bought his sexy daughter such underwear. His eyes blued to the wiggle of her wonderful young ass as she fastened the bra.

It was at this point that he tore his eyes away and snuck back down the stairs with his bag. He took it out to the car and tossed it in the back seat instead of the trunk. He shook his head trying to get the image of his sexy brunette daughter from his mind. Her hair was the same color as his, but straight where his was unruly. They had the same color eyes. They had the same lean builds. He was only barely taller than his youngest daughter...He shook his head. He went inside and grabbed six bottles of Dr. Pepper and put them in a small cooler with ice and sat it in the floorboard behind the drivers seat.

He watched Keely walk down the garage steps carrying a bag easily twice the size of his. Her long smooth legs were shown off by the short black shorts and the tight black top did little to hide anything from his imagination.

He took her bag and sat it in the back seat behind the passenger seat then smiled. He walked over and opened the passenger door for her, as if they were on a date. Then, despite the fact that he still had a semi hard cock in his loose trouser, or maybe because of it. He wrapped his arms around Keely and surprised her with a tight hug. He kissed the top of her head and smiled, his eyes meeting hers which were so similiar. He gave her a squeeze, "So, are you ready for an adventure?"
 
Keely smiled as her dad wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. She melted into his arms, loving the feel of his strong arms and his firm chest, and the warmth of the hug. She loved him so much and was happy that it was just the two of them on the road trip together. Growing up, her dad had always gone out of his way to make sure that he spent one on one time with each of the kids, but since she started high school, Keely had been so busy that it felt like this was the first chance they had had in a long time to just be alone with each other.

"Alright, don't get all mushy on me, mister," she joked as she pulled away, knowing that if either of them was going to tear up about her leaving home to go to college, it was probably going to be her. "And yes, I'm ready for an adventure," she added in response to his question.

As he turned to move around to the other side of the car, Keely gave him a slap on his backside, "Come on old man, I know you're anxious to go see all those hot coeds." She laughed as she slid into the passenger seat and adjusted her seat.
 
"Come on old man, I know you're anxious to go see all those hot coeds."

He laughed as he plopped down into the drivers seat and buckled up before hitting the garage door opener. He cranked the car then grabbed his dark wire framed Oakley sunglasses and placed them on his face. He looked over to Keely and smiled before reaching over and roughing up the front of her hair. The car backed out of the driveway easily and after watching the garage door go down he pulled off down the road.

He looked over to Keely and smiled, "One rule, we both have to agree on the radio...that means no crap."
 
Still trying to fix her bangs from where her father had ruffled her hair, Keely rolled her eyes when he mentioned the radio. "Okay, but no Sports Talk shows or Political shows," she said, her tone making it clear that she suspected he might try to listen to one or both.

"Hmmm, maybe we can find some Gaga, or Black Eyed Peas or Katy Perry," she suggested as she reached down to the side of her seat to adjust it. With a soft whirring sound, Keely's seat slowly moved back to give herself room to stretch her legs out in front of her. She also adjusted the back of her seat back so that she was leaning back at an angle.
 
He chuckled as he started driving down the road. "What's wrong with AC/DC, or Queen?" He drove in silence for a bit. He pulled on the interstate. He looked over and couldn't help but notice Keely's long legs stretched out in front of her.

He reached behind him and pulled a bottle of Dr. Pepper out of the cooler and unscrewed the top before taking a long sip. He put the top back on and reached over to set it in the cup holder, then instead of putting it in the cup holder, he reached over quick and rubbed the very cold, damp, bottle across her leg and laughed. He set the bottle in the cup holder and stuck out his tongue before turning his attention back to the light traffic.
 
Keely rolled her eyes when her dad suggested listening to AC/DC and Queen, hoping that he was joking. Turning her head toward the window beside her, the teen watched the houses and cars as they sped past. She had just settled into a comfortable position, when she felt something touch her bare thigh, sending an intense chill through her body.

"Daddy!"she squealed as she instinctively pulled her leg away from the cold bottle in his hand. He responded by sticking his tongue out at her. She couldn't help but smile. It was rare that Keely got to see her father's playful side these days. It was partially because they didn't get to spend as much time together as they used to, he was busy with work, and she had school and dance classes and college applications to worry about.

When he glanced over at her, Keely lifted two fingers up to her eyes then reversed them to point at him, indicating that she was keeping her eyes on him. She managed to keep a straight face as she did it, but ruined the effect slightly by giggling as she lowered her hand.

"Maybe if we get there early enough, we can even check out some apartments," the brunette suggested, even though she knew that her mother was in favor of her staying in the dorm.
 
He knew that his wife was in favor of their daughter staying in the dorms. "She needs the social experience." She had said.

"Well, we got to get to State today, then U tomorrow. But if we got time I don't see why we couldn't check out a few off campus places."

He smiled and knew that sentence had made her happy. Keely didn't want to stay in the dorm and he knew it. He sat the cruise control and rested his foot and actually kicked off his shoes as he moved between traffic, he was a fan of speeding.

"I never liked the dorms you know. Then again I never really liked people." He chuckled to himself. "Don't get me wrong, I had some friends, hell me and your "Uncle" Stan still chat all the time and hang out whenever we're in the same state. But I just wasn't one for the whole social experience." He shrugged. "That's just me."

He glanced over at her and smiled. "The only thing I have against you and an apartment I can sum up in 4 letters. G-U-Y-S....I don't trust them."
 
"But you trust me, don't you, daddy?" Keely asked as she turned her head toward him and smiled. The truth was, her parents should trust her...for the most part. She'd always been a good girl and for the most part, an honest one. She had a few boyfriends of course, and kissed her share of boys, but compared to a lot of girls her age, she was almost saintly. She wasn't a virgin, not since homecoming, when she and her boyfriend had shared a hotel room, but very few high school seniors were, she told herself.

"Besides, it's not like you can't have boys in the dorm rooms, right?" she pointed out.
 
He laughed. "You can have boys in dorm rooms," he looked over to her and gave her a grave look. "But roommates make things like that a little more difficult."

He whipped the car between two semi-trucks as the interstate went from 3 lanes to 2. He then picked up his drink and took another long sip before offering her a drink from it.

"Plus without a dorm and a roommate," he grinned wickedly and chuckled, "how are you suppose to have your sterotypical "Bi" experiment?"
 
"Ewww, Daddy!" Keely said, reacting to his comment. "You're lucky mom didn't hear you say that. She would be pissed." Keely did her best to act as though experimenting with another girl grossed her out, but the truth was she'd already experimented a little and the idea had crept into her dreams more than once. Despite that, she didn't want her dad saying things like that.

"Besides, it's not like I couldn't have a room mate in an apartment," she pointed out. "I probably can't afford an apartment by myself anyway. If I end up going to State, Marcy Jenkins said she would room with me. You guys like Marcy, right?"
 
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He shrugged. "Is Marcy the red head with the nose ring or the idiot blonde?" He knew Keely was shooting him a disapproving look but he ignored it, keeping his eyes a little too diligently on the road. Finally he couldn't keep a straight face and started laughing.

He picked up his Dr. Pepper and took a drink before setting it back in his seat.

"You know if living in an apartment is what you want to do that's fine with me and i'll help. This isn't something your in on your own. We're in it together."

He looked over and smiled, genuine and reassuring. "And if your mom doesn't like it she can deal with it."
 
Keely knew perfectly well that her dad remembered Marcy. She'd been friends with the blond for more than five years. Besides, Marcy wasn't the type of girl men forgot, not with her tiny waist and her 38DD breasts. She was sure he was just playing with her.

"You know if living in an apartment is what you want to do that's fine with me and i'll help. This isn't something your in on your own. We're in it together," he said. "And if your mom doesn't like it she can deal with it."

"Thanks, Daddy," she said, a grin quickly spreading across her face as she leaned into give him a kiss on the cheek, one hand on his shoulder, her other hand on his leg, bracing herself. "You're my hero."
 
He laughed and looked over to her. It was a little disconcerting how close she was to him. But he smiled. "Sweetie if i'm your hero you have silly low standards."

He watched as she sat back down into her seat. Time passed and he pulled off the interstate. They pulled onto campus and he stopped the car.

"You know the difference between me and you mom is she'd be all over you during this campus tour. Me," he shut the car off and grabbed a book. "I think your grown up up enough to do it on your own."

He looked at the surprise on her face. "Go, take the tour, and make up your own mind. I'll be here when your done."
 
As they came nearer and nearer to campus, Keely found herself checking out the multitude of apartment complexes that they passed, wondering which one might be best. She was really excited that her father was going to support her if she decided to get an apartment. She hated pitting her parents against each other, especially something this big, but she also knew that her mom was being way too protective.

"We're almost there," she bubbled as they began to see class room buildings and scores of students walking along the various paths that seemed to wind across the campus green. A few moments later, her father pulled into a parking lot next to the administration building.

"You know the difference between me and you mom is she'd be all over you during this campus tour. Me, I think your grown up up enough to do it on your own," he said. "Go, take the tour, and make up your own mind. I'll be here when your done."

Keely couldn't believe it. As cool as her dad usually was, she never would have thought that he was going to let her do the tour on her own, and make her own decision. Overcoming her surprise, Keely flew across the center of the car to hug her dad, her arms wrapping around his neck and her chest pressing against his as she practically climbed on top of him. "You are the best dad ever," she said, kissing him on the cheek again several times before finally releasing him.

A moment later she was out of the car and circling around to the driver's side of the car. As her dad rolled his window down, Keely bent over to lean against the door and smile at him, "Okay, I've got about thirty minutes until I have to be at the administration building to start my official tour, so I'm going to walk around and check things out, maybe talk to a couple of students and see what they say. The tour is supposed to last about an hour and a half, so I should be back here in about two hours. Love you, Dad."

With a wink at her father, Keely turned and started down the nearest path which led down and around a large white building.
 
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