A Road Trip for Keely

He smiled and realized he was watching her hips and young ass sway in her shorts as she walked away. He shook his head wondering what was wrong with him today.

He read his book for about a half an hour before he put his book mark back in the book and leaned his seat back. He sat his alarm on his cell phone for an hour and half later, so he'd be waking up when Keely got back. He shut his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
 
Keely used her extra time to find the student union building which contained a cafeteria, a study lounge, a game room and a book store among other things. She struck up conversations with several students, all of whom seemed friendly and eager to answer her questions. She even ran into a girl who had graduated from Keely's high school the year before. After catching up, Keely exchanged numbers with the girl, Brenda, and Keely promised to give her a call.

After that she made her way back to the Administration building and checked in with the office that handled the campus tours. She and four other students were grouped together for the tour, which was led by a senior from the university. They spent the next hour and a half walking across the sprawling campus, checking out the class room buildings, the library, the dorms and a dozen other attractions.

By the time the tour was over, and she started back toward the parking lot, her arms full of pamphlets, applications, schedules, etc. she was tired and hungry and looking forward to telling her dad all about the things she'd seen and learned.
 
He woke up when his alarm went off and sat his seat up. He wiped his eyes and picked up his book so he could pretend he had been reading the whole time. Instead he saw Keely looking at him through the window of the passenger side. He leaned over and unlocked the door and watched as her long smooth legs slid into the car.

Her arms were full of pamphlets and papers. He laughed. "Did you take every piece of paper or did you try to at least save one tree?"

He didn't wait for an answer as he pulled out onto the road. He smiled over to her and drove around pointing out good signs and bad signs when looking at apartments then he finally asked, "So, do you wanna eat then find a place for the night, or do you wanna find a place, settle in and just order a pizza?"
 
"The trees had already been killed, Daddy," Keely said, smiling sweetly. "I'm just making sure that their sacrifice wasn't in vain." She carefully packed all of the information into the satchel style bag she had brought with her before turning her attention back to her father who was pointing out a nearby apartment complex. They spent several minutes driving around the campus area looking at the housing options, and discussing what things Keely should be looking for in an apartment.

"So, do you wanna eat then find a place for the night, or do you wanna find a place, settle in and just order a pizza?" her dad asked.

"Can we run by the Student Housing office and get see what information they have?" the dark haired teen asked. "It will just take a minute. It's down to the right I think, maybe three blocks. Once we're done there we can go to the hotel and have some pizza. Okay?"

It took them a few minutes to actually find the correct building, but once they did, Keely quickly gathered what housing information they had available and jumped back into the car with her dad, beaming. "Okay, I'm ready."
 
They drove around a little more than an hour looking for a hotel. Apparently most people had the same idea as he and Keely had about visiting the school. From one hotel to the next the sign flashed NO VACANCY. Even hotels he considered beyond their price range were reporting NO VACANCY. They ended up back out by the highway.

He pulled into the parking lot of a small mom and pop run motel. It was two stories, doors of the rooms on the outside and large wall length windows looking into each room. It was old, a little rundown, but had a quaint feel instead of the seedy one which a lot of older such places have. He left Keely in the car and went inside to talk to the clerk, an older woman in her mid sixties. He returned smiling with a key to room 17 and grabbed their bags.

He opened the door to room 17 and let Keely step through first before he followed. It was a little small as motel rooms go. There were two double beds, the sheets looked clean, but the mattresses were obviously a little old, sagging a little in the middles. By the large window there was a round table with two chairs. There was a dresser on the wall opposite the beds, a tv sat on the dresser, the remote on the night table between the beds. Along the back wall was a counter with a sink and a large mirror, at a 90 degree angle to it was the door to the toilet and shower. There was a mirror next to the tv and a luggage rack behind the door.

He shut the door and sat her suit case on the luggage rack and dropped his bag on the dresser. He turned the dead bolt and attached the chain before looking over to his daughter and shrugging. "Sorry it's not nicer, but we're out of the car right?"
 
"It looks fine to me," Keely assured her dad as she walked into the hotel room and dropped her bags. She immediately walked over to the table between the beds and grabbed the remote, flipping on the television.

"I'm so tired. I think I need a nap," she said after a long yawn. Her body stiffened and she fell over onto the bed, as if she had simply collapsed from exhaustion. Lying there face down on the bed, she realized that she really was tired, but she was too hungry to fall asleep. "Order some pizza," she said, her voice muffled by the bed, "I'm starving. Get something with lots of meat."

"Hmmm, meat," she joked as she turned her head to the side and looked to see what her dad was doing.
 
He couldn't help but shudder as he heard her slowly repeat the word "meat." Laying across the bed like she was t-shirt to ride half way up her back. Her skin was smooth and the small of her back was thin and curved. His eyes wandered over the soft curve of her tight young ass in those shorts that seemed to be painted onto her hips. He marveled at the way those short shorts molded to her slightly parted legs.

He tried to think of his wife, but she had never been as petite or perfect as his Keely.

He sat on the other bed, his eyes on his little girl as he called a delivery pizza place. He ordered her a meat lovers and got himself a pepperoni. He also ordered a few soft drinks before hanging up.

He kicked off his shoes and stuffed his socks into them. His daughter seemed to have drifted off into a soft sleep. He slowly moved over to her bed and settled on the edge. He reached down and slowly untied her shoes and slid them off her feet. First one then the other. He sat them on the floor by the bed and realized that his free hand was still resting on her smooth calf. Slowly his hand traveled from her ankle up to her knee.

It was more difficult than he realized to pull his hand away from her smooth skin when he heard the knock of the delivery guy on the door.
 
Hearing the hotel room door open, Keely woke and slowly rolled over onto her back, propping herself up on the bed with her elbows. "Man I guess I really was tired," she said as her dad closed the door and turned toward her holding two pizza boxes, a couple of bottles of coke dangling from his finger. "Sorry about that."

She popped up off the bed and skipped across the room to take the drinks from her father and set them down on the small table by the window. Keely noticed that she wasn't wearing her shoes and socks anymore, even though she couldn't remember taking them off. "Hmmm, I'm so hungry," she said rubbing her tummy as she opened the two pizza boxes that her father had just placed on the table. "Yeah, Meat!"

Keely grabbed two large pieces of the meat lover's pizza and placed them on a napkin as she slid into one of the two chairs, folding one of her legs beneath her. "So, tell me about your college days, daddy," she smiled at him as she took a bite. "Did you party a lot or were you really focused on classes? I'll bet you had all the college girls chasing after you, didn't you?"
 
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He flipped the top of the pepperoni pizza and pulled out a slice taking a large bite and chewing slowly. He swallowed and opened his coke bottle and took a long sip before smiling over to his daughter. "Actually I was in the Army before I went to college. So when I got to school, I was the "old guy." I got tired of hearing "can you buy us booze" all the time."

He took another bite of pizza and quickly finished the slice and took a swallow of the coke. "Now your mom was a little social butterfly, I was the brooding "old guy" who walked around quiet."

He smirked. "Your mom was in a sorority. We met, when I drank her brother fraternity's senior class under the table. They couldn't handle whiskey like me."
 
Keely quickly finished off her two pieces of pizza as she listened to her dad talk about his college years. Reaching for another piece of pizza, she smiled and giggled a little, "So you drank a lot, and you were a dirty old man." She paused for a moment, taking a sip of coke. "So nothing's really changed, right?"
 
He was taking a sip of coke and laughed. He coughed as the coke came out his nose and he reached for a napkin even as he was laughing. He was comically loud as he blew his nose into the napkin trying to get the fizz out, then wadded the napkin and tossed it into the garbage can.

He then picked up his bottle cap and flicked it at her bouncing it off her forehead. "Take that!" He couldn't help but laugh.
 
Keely had started to laugh at her own comment, but when her father reacted to the comment by snorting coke out of his nose, she practically fell out of her chair laughing at him. Within a few seconds, tears streamed down her reddened face and her belly quaked as she tried desperately to control the laughter. By the time she was finally able to stop, Keely's dad had managed to blow his nose and clean himself up.

*thwack* a bottle top slapped against the teenager's forehead and bounced off into the floor, causing her to erupt in another bout of laughter. "That better not leave a mark," Keely warned him as she finally finished laughing. "I don't want to go to my campus tour with a bottle top mark on my head tomorrow."

As Keely finished eating her third piece of pizza she stood and lifted her shirt up to reveal her stomach. "God, I'm so full," she said, rubbing her golden tanned belly and then slapping it like a melon. "I think I'll watch some TV." As the brunette walked back over to the beds and sat down, she kicked her shoes off and slipped her socks off.
 
He watched as she bared her taunt stomach and rub her fingers over it. He was able to make out the bottom of her rib cage, and it reminded him sharply how fit his thin daughter was. She turned after playfully slapping her tight stomach and walked over to the bed. He wondered if she had always walked with such a sway in her hips, was he just noticing it now?

He got up and crossed to the bed and cupped her cheek in his palm and turned her head toward him. She had his eyes and hair color even though hers was straighter. He brushed her hair from her forehead and looked at where the bottle cap had hit her forehead. "I think you'll survive without a scar."

He turned and went to his bag grabbing a pair of boxers and a tshirt. "I'm gonna get a shower." He walked to the back of the room and grabbed a towel, there was a counter with a large mirror and a sink. He stepped into the bathroom which only held the toilet and shower. He put the towel up on the rack and pulled off his tshirt. He looked out the door and noticed he could see his daughter as she was reflected in the mirror next to the tv. Her long legs stretched out on the bed.

He shut the door and stripped down before standing under the water. As the warm water flowed over his body he noticed his cock had been semi and grown into a hard on. His mind wondered over Keely's tight young ass, her perky young breasts, her gorgeous face, her long legs...He paused, in horror realizing he was stroking his cock to the thought of his daughter. He reached down and turned off the hot water and stood in the cold shower.

After he rinsed off he peeked his head out of the shower curtain and grabbed his towel. It was then that he realized that the bathroom door had cracked open as he had showered. He could see Keely still sitting there on the bed watching tv.

He dried off and slipped into the boxers and tshirt before coming out of the bathroom and plopped down on the other bed. He looked to his daughter hoping the guilt didn't show on his face as he forced a smile.

"Your turn if you want one."
 
Keely wasn't sure what her dad was doing as he crossed the room and moved to stand in front of her, not until he reached out and touched her cheek, examining her face. His hands were large but his touch was surprisingly gentle. As he turned her face from side to side, then brushed her hair from her forehead, Keely found herself staring up into her dad's eyes, realizing just how deep his eyes were, how handsome he was. She smiled at his comment, but when he pulled his hand away from her cheek and turned away, Keely suddenly felt awkward, her cheeks and ears growing warm as she looked away.

Keely sat back on the bed and stretched her legs out in front of her as her dad grabbed some clothes and headed for the shower. She began to flip through the channels, trying to make sense of the little channel guide lying on the bed side table. "This doesn't make any sense," she murmured to herself, casting the list aside and focusing her attention on the TV.

A flicker of motion out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and Keely looked over to see the reflection of her father in the mirror. He had taken his shirt off and was getting ready to get in the shower. She found herself looking at his chest and his muscular arms. He definitely was in better shape than most men his age, and was better looking, she admitted. She'd had friends joke with her about how hot he was, but she'd always just dismissed it before. The truth was, they were right. Her dad was a stud.

As he shut the door, Keely turned her attention back to the TV. A moment later, she stumbled across a channel that caught her attention. It was soft core porn. Porn right there on the TV. She quickly lowered the volume so that her dad wouldn't hear the moans and groans of the couple on the screen. The tall, well built man had a blond who looked to be about 18 or 19 bent over a desk and was thrusting into her from behind. It was TV porn so there was no visible penetration, but that didn't bother Keely that much. It was still turning her on.

Listening for the sound of the shower shutting off, Keely continued to watch the porn. She was becoming aroused and by the time the next scene started, one in which a teacher at a high school was fucking one of his students, Keely had one hand on her chest, squeezing one of her tits through her shirt, her other hand between her legs rubbing herself firmly through her shorts.

Unfortunately, a few moments later she heard the shower shut off and she quickly changed the channel to a news program, glancing in the mirror to see if her father had come out yet. That was when she saw that the door to the shower was cracked slightly and she could see her dad climbing out of the shower and reaching for a towel, water dripping down his body, down his chest, down over his stomach, down to...Keely's eyes widened like saucers at the sight of her dad's penis which hung down in front of him. Fearing that he might see her in the mirror, she forced herself to turn away and pretend that she hadn't seen him.

She could feel her cheeks and ears flush again though she wasn't sure if it was because of having been watching a porn while her dad was in the next room or because she'd just seen her dad's cock. Either way, she was sure she was going to hell. "Uh, actually, yeah I think I do want to take a shower," she replied to her dad's comment. He was laying on the opposite bed now, wearing boxers and a shirt.

Doing her best not to think about what was just underneath that thin layer of fabric, or that she had just been touching herself a few moments before, Keely hopped off of the bed and grabbed some clothes from her suitcase. She practically ran into the bathroom and shut the door, still not sure why she felt so awkward and so guilty.
 
He felt terrible, feeling his cock twitch into a semi-erect state as he watched his daughter's shorts pull tight over her ass as she bent into her bag. She moved to the bathroom and shut the door and he felt himself exhale and realized that he had been holding his breath.

He reached for the tv remote because he wasn't in the mood to watch the news. Instead of randomly turning the channel he just hit the channel return button. What he saw shocked him. A teacher leaning over the back of his student as they'd obviously been having sex on his desk faded away and a new scene took its place.

A young brunette girl with pigtails knocked on a door. A man in his mid forties answered, the girl asked if Ashley was home, the man said his daughter wasn't home, but if she wanted to wait she could.

In no time they were on the couch, she was sitting in his lap facing away, grinding her ass against his crotch. His thoughts weren't on the screen, but at the memory at the sexy bubble butt of his daughter. How that would feel grinding into his crotch. Turning her around and pulling off that tshirt to get at her chest...

He realized he was lazily stroking his hard cock through his boxers. He changed the channel and pulled his tshirt down to cover the erection. He looked up and saw in the mirror, that once again, that door had cracked open.

He could see the shadowed silhouette of her body against the shower curtain. He found himself laughing to himself because at least with the shadow, it was apparent that she was wearing a shower cap to keep her hair dry. He never imagined that, but dealing with hair that long would be a pain.

He then started paying attention to the outline of her body. His cock ached. He couldn't make out what she was doing, but he couldn't pull his eyes away. When she reached forward to turn off the water. He made himself tear his eyes away, hoping she didn't notice that you could see into the bathroom in the mirror's reflection.

He heard something and glanced up and could see her damp body wrapped in a towel, rediculious shower cap on her head, but none of that mattered. As his eyes met the reflected eyes of his daughter in the mirror.
 
The warm water stung Keely's bare skin as she stood beneath the shower head wearing nothing but the shower cap she used to keep her hair from getting wet. It was a good kind of sting, so good in fact that she was having trouble forgetting just how aroused she'd been a few short moments before while watching the soft core porn on the TV. She desperately wanted to slip her hand down between her legs and pleasure herself, but with her daddy just a few feet away, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Still feeling frustrated, Keely stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her wet body. She started to reach for her clothes but as she did she glanced up and saw that the bathroom door was partially open. It must have opened after she got into the shower just like it had done to her father. As Keely moved to the door to close it she looked up and saw the reflection of her dad looking back at her as he lay on the bed.

Something about the way he looked at her caused the friendly smile that started across her face to fizzle out. Had he seen her step out of the shower, before she'd managed to wrap the towel around her? Just like she had seen him? Thinking about it brought back the image of her daddy standing in the bathroom, his long, thick penis hanging down between his legs. Shuddering, Keely closed the door and made sure it clicked shut.

She wasn't sure what it was about seeing her dad's cock that had caused her so much concern. Most girls had probably walked in on their father's at one point or another in their lives and seen more than they should have. But if that was the case, why couldn't she stop thinking about it, picturing it in her mind?

As she continued to try to puzzle it out, Keely reached for the clothes that she had brought into the bathroom with her. She thought she had grabbed a pair of baggy shorts and a tank top but as she unfolded the clothes, she realized that what she thought was a tank top was simply a white hand towel that had accidentally got packed in with her clothes, and the shorts she thought she'd brought were no where to be found. To her surprise she found a matching pink bra and panty set folded beneath the small hand towel. She realized she must have grabbed them by accident.

Keely decided to put back on the clothes she'd worn into the bathroom, but when she turned around and reached to pick them up, she realized that they were soaked from water that had spilled out of the shower. Forced to decide between wearing soaking wet clothes or wearing a very tiny lingerie set in front of her father she finally decided to put on the bra and panties, convincing herself that it was no different than wearing a bikini in front of him.

A few moments later, Keely stepped out of the bathroom dressed in nothing but the pink bra and matching panties. She walked across to her suitcase and tossed the useless hand towel down, doing her best not to act like she was in a hurry as she dug into her bag to find something more suitable to sleep in. As she bent over to dig deeper it suddenly occurred to her that the pair of panties she was wearing had a g-string back, which meant her dad was probably getting an eye full of her ass at that moment.

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He gasped as she came out of the bathroom in the tiny pink bra and panty set. Her perky young breasts giggling with each quick step, that same accented sway of her hips. He couldn't help but notice the narrow strip of fabric covering her eighteen year old vagina. It was so narrow she must be very trimmed, or completely shaved.

He knew it was wrong. He wasn't thinking of Keely as his daughter, his little girl grown up. The thoughts running through his mind were of her, not as family, not as someone to protect. He was a man who had never strayed from his marriage, never cheated on his wife. But now, as if for the first time, he was seeing his daughter as a sexual being.

He thought of earlier that morning when they had been wrestling, the feel of her body, the shape of her femininity. He realized he had wanted her then, and just couldn't admit it to himself.

He was going to hell, he knew he was going to hell. He had to quit it, think of something else.

She reached her suit case and faced it, bending to start digging through it. Her curvy bubble butt pushed out toward him. Only a g-string protecting him from seeing her lower nakedness. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed over the smoothness of her skin.

He stood up, his hard on tenting the front of his boxers and he crossed the room to the dresser. He reached out and shuddered as his hands rested on her hips, and his thumbs traced over the thin pink string holding up her barely existent panties.

"Who bought you these? I know i'm not that stupid..."
 
Keely felt her heart jump into her throat when her dad's hands touched her hips, and a small squeal of surprise escaped her lips. One minute he had been on the bed and the next minute he was standing right behind her, his hands touching her bare skin, touching the panties she wore. She forced herself to continue to search through her clothes rather than standing up and bolting for the bathroom.

"No, I bought them myself about a month ago when I was out shopping with Cameron and Lila," she said trying her best to sound casual. "I wasn't planning on wearing them, but I accidentally grabbed the wrong stuff on the way to the bathroom. I think I've got something else I can wear to bed though..." her voice trailed off as she finally located some shorts that she could sleep in.

"Yep, these should work," Keely announced, standing up and starting to turn around. As the brunette turned, she accidentally stepped on her father's foot and lost her balance stumbling slightly into his body. Instinctively she reached out and grabbed hold of his arms to keep from falling but not before she was pressed against his body. Keely's eyes widened as she quickly realized what the hard object pressed against her belly was. "...sorry...I guess I shouldn't have put that vodka in my coke at dinner," she joked, smiling up at her daddy.
 
He smiled, one hand on her waist holding her steady. The hard cock in his obviously tented boxers was pressed tight to her fit smooth stomach. He reached his free hand up and brushed some stray hair from her face and pushed it back behind her ear. His hand then slid back behind her neck. His hand on her side slid down and rested on her hip, rubbing over the thin string of her underwear.

"Why change? You look fine to me."
 
Keely wasn't sure why her daddy had an erection, most likely he had been watching the same porn channel on the TV that she had, she guessed, but she certainly felt awkward standing there with her body against his knowing that his penis was hard. If he had been watching porn that would explain why his voice sounded so...strange, and maybe why he was looking at her...differently. But why wouldn't he want her to change into something more appropriate?

God, his penis feels huge! Ohmigod, did I seriously just think about how big my daddy's cock is?!!! And his hand feels so strong and so soft at the same time, she thought as she felt his fingers on the back of her neck. Ok, this is seriously the last time I watch porn while my dad is in the next room.

"Quit teasing," Keely giggled as she pushed herself away from her father and stepped around him toward her bed. With her back to him she stepped into the small blue gym shorts one leg at a time and then slipped them up onto her slender hips. Deciding that she would be okay wearing the pink bra she had on and the shorts she climbed onto the bed. "We should probably go to bed, tomorrow's going to be a long day."

As Keely flipped over to sit on her butt, she smiled at her dad, trying as best she could to ignore the giant tent in the front of his pants. It was so big. Oh, jesus, why are my nipples getting hard?
 
He shuddered as she pulled away from him and turned to face away. He watched as her cheeks slightly spread as she bent over to pull on her small, tight blue gym shorts, wiggling to get them onto her sexy young hips.

He felt the front of his boxers grow damp as his precum oozed into the fabric. She walked over to the bed and climbed onto it, reminding him of a cat on the prowl. Her sexy hips swaying as she crawled up onto the bed atop the covers. "We should probably go to bed, tomorrow's going to be a long day." She said as she turned over, her legs bent in front of her and her perky young chest fully on display. His eyes fell from her face as he saw her hard nipples standing proud against the fabric of the tight pink top.

He saw her glancing at his hard on, he knew she knew, but she didn't seem disgusted, she seemed curious...wanting?

He walked over and lifted the sheets and slid into the bed she was on and looked up into her doe brown eyes. "That bed is trash, squeaks to high heaven, anytime i'd move you'd wake up. This way we can both get some sleep." He was lying, but didn't care...
 
Keely assumed that, having put her shorts on over her g-string, and having crawled into bed, that the awkward and unexpected moment with her dad would be over, but then again, she hadn't expected him to follow her to bed, and certainly not to slip into the same bed as her. She scooted over to make as much room in the twin sized bed as she could, trying her best not to think about his penis, which was now hidden beneath the bed sheets.

"Just like old times," she joked as she crawled under the sheets with her daddy, remembering all the times she had slipped into her parents' bed as a child to snuggle with one or more of them. The truth was, it was nothing like that. Back then she was just a little girl. Now she was most definitely not a little girl. And back then she hadn't even known what a penis was, let alone known what it mean when a man had an erection.

This was totally different. The size of bed made it virtually impossible to get comfortable without having at least some physical contact with her dad. Just relax, Keely, you're imagining things. Just roll over and go to sleep. Doing her best to listen to the little voice in her head, the brunette rolled onto her side, her back to her father. "Good night," she said as she adjusted her pillow and stretched her legs out, one of her feet brushing against her dad's leg. "no snoring."
 
He chuckled at her "No snoring" comment. He then sled his arm under the pillow, he could feel the weight of her head through the pillow. He shut his eyes and tried to ignore warmth he felt under the sheets.

He drifted off to sleep. He woke up and felt the neck of his tshirt pulled tight across his neck. He slowly pulled his arm out from under the pillow and pulled off his tshirt. He dropped it next to the bed and slid his arm back under the pillow. It was then, when he felt the weight of her head on the pillow that he remembered Keely in the bed with him.

He lay there silent and could hear her softly breath as the clock next to him flashed 12:08. He eased himself over and draped his arm over her hips and he felt her young ass in her shorts pressed against his hips. It was then that he realized he had a hard on in his boxer, and he lay still, trying to fall back asleep.
 
As tired as she was, Keely had trouble falling asleep at first, thought she couldn't quite put her finger on why. She had certainly felt a bit awkward after having to walk around in front of her dad in the tiny bra and g-string, and even more so after feeling his hands on her hips. The knowledge that he had been sporting a hard-on certainly made her a little uncomfortable, and she couldn't seemed to get the memory of how it felt pressed against her stomach out of her head, or the sight of the tent it made of his boxers. She decided it was all her fault for deciding to watch the soft core porn on the TV. That had to be why she was having trouble falling asleep, she told herself.

When she finally did fall asleep, Keely slept fitfully, squirming and shifting under the covers, laying on her side one moment, then her stomach, then her back, and then back to her side. Despite the unsettled nature of her sleep, Keely did start to dream. Each of the dozen short dreams she had in that first hour started innocently enough...coming home from school and finding her dad waiting for her, going to a movie with her dad, swimming in the pool with her dad...but each and every time the innocent scene would quickly become so much more...

Her dad lifted her up and laid her across the kitchen table, pulling her panties down before lowering his head between her thighs...making out in the dark theater with her dad as she slipped her hand down to his lap and unzipped his pants so that she could reach his hard cock...her daddy pulling her bikini bottom off and taking her from behind as she grabbed the edge of the pool...

Keely began to moan softly as the dreams continued to grow more and more graphic and more and more insistent. Her nipples began to grow hard and press against the thin fabric of her pink bra and her pussy grew damp enough to soak through her g-string and start to do the same to the small shorts she wore. Still asleep, Keely began to respond to the feel of her father's hard cock against her ass, pushing back against it, letting her hips rock back and forth to rub against it as she moaned louder.
 
His eyes shot wide open as he heard his daughter moan. He felt her press her sexy, yes he had to admit it was sexy, bubble ass back against his boxer covered hard on. His hard cock lay along the crack of her sexy, shorts covered ass as she ground back against him. He silently gasped and couldn't help but buck his hips grinding himself harder into her.

He started dry humping his boxer covered hips into her shorts covered ass as they lay writhing in the bed. He didn't know if she was awake or asleep, and he didn't care. For as wrong as it was, it felt so perfect.

His hand over her hips pulled her back tighter against him. He slid his hand down her lap and between her legs. He rubbed her crotch and gasped as he felt her wetness soaking through her tight shorts. His arm which had been under her pillow bent down and he cupped her string strap pink bra covered breast. He felt her hard nipple through the fabric and begin to rub the hard nub wit his thumb.

"It's a dream...has to be a dream..." he whispered as he smelled the sweet scent of her hair before he moved his head to kiss her shoulder, and up her neck as he writhed against her scantily clad, perfect, body.
 
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