Just like Mom not to call us until we were almost at the campsite. Dad threw me a glance that said it all. Well, stepdad, I guess, but it’d been a lot of years now, and to me he was Dad, as opposed to my low-life of a blood father who ran off when I was just a young teen.

Then again, Mom being... well, herself, maybe I should be amazed he didn’t run earlier. How she landed a man like Kenneth I’ll never know. Even from where I sat in the passenger seat, her bitchy voice carried clearly.

“So, Kenneth. Do you think just maybe you forgot something?” Obviously we had, but she savored it. Nailing us for our mistakes in minute detail was her favorite hobby.

Dad and I rolled our eyes in unison. He kept his sigh quiet, but I saw how his broad chest rose and fell before he answered. “What did we forget, Denise?”

“I noticed it in the garage just before you were leaving, but I didn’t think anything about it, figuring you guys had things under control.” Dragging it out.

“C’mon, what is it? Is it important?”

“Not sure, but it’s a big orange duffel bag. You did mean to bring that, right?”

Shit. That bag had like half our stuff. How did we forget that? I blamed her. She was all over the place while we packed the car, yelling about the things we needed to have done before we left, because she sure as hell wasn’t going to do them. Take out the garbage, take out the recycling, clean, wash, everything. When we finally managed to throw ourselves in the car and drive off, it was a desperate getaway.

I’d always gotten along better with Dad, anyway. We liked the same things. We read the same books. When I finally met someone, I hoped they’d be like him. I hadn’t dated through all of high school since no one measured up. Just boys, and annoying boys at that. I was better off without.

Not that I think he minded, unlike Mom. She was ready to marry me off to the first and best, just to get me out of the house. At least it felt that way. Meanwhile, Dad would have me live at home forever if he had a say in it. Not sure I was totally crazy about that either, but at least I knew he loved me and wanted me around.

“Denise, I really wish you’d called earlier. It’s too late for us to turn around now.” He was right. It’d been over five hours. With only fifteen minutes or so left until we reached the parking area, and then another hour’s worth of trudging through the woods, we couldn’t go back if we wanted to make a weekend of it, and I’d rather go underequipped than go home to her.

“Alright. We’ll come home if me have to, but we might be able to make do with what we have. Bye, Denise.” He shut off the phone without waiting for an answer. A sure sign he was angry. He had the patience of a monk. He could put up with tirades and complaints and yelling and screaming and... and it all just washed over him like water off a duck. I had no idea how he did it.

“Some days I wonder why...” The rest got swallowed up so I didn’t hear it.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Let’s get there and see what we’ve got.”

Shortly after, we pulled in and parked the car. A quick survey showed that we were down a tent, a sleeping bag, some changes of clothes and a couple of other things that luckily weren’t too important. We could always share a tent, even if it’d be tight. We had blankets, and the weather was supposed to be warm, so we could fully unzip the one sleeping bag we had and use it to sleep on, and then put the blankets over us. It would work. At least we had both backpacks, so it was just a matter of redistributing the things we’d remembered.

We set out, feeling better and eager to get to the lake. It was our spot, the place we kept returning to. I’d never seen another soul there, so it kinda felt like a secret. Mom used to come too, but it didn’t take many visits before we understood that she’d really rather be anywhere but out in the forest with bugs and rain and no proper bathrooms and whatever else she could come up with. After that we left her behind.

Two hours later, we’d pitched our tent, unpacked and gathered some firewood. And the sun hadn’t even gone down yet, though the sky was turning pretty colors.

“Let’s go swimming!” I was dying to wash off the sweat and heat.

“I’m with you, Squirt.” He’d called me that since I was little. The older I got, the more of a joke it became, but it was one of those things.

Rooting through his bag for a swim suit, he came up empty. “Hmm... I may have bad news.”

“The swimsuits were in the orange bag?”

“Yep, pretty much.”

Goddamnit, Mom. The blue water sparkled under the sun, looking cool and refreshing. “Fuck it, I’m going in.” I tore off my long sleeve and unbuckled my pants. My white tank top and panties would have to do. They’d dry overnight.

I ran to the shore and dove in, delighting in the cool water flowing past me. Swimming under water as far as I could, I only emerged when my lungs felt ready to burst. I laughed and waved. “Come on! The water’s awesome!”

Dad stood there, still dressed. His mouth hung open as if in shock, his eyes like saucers. I didn’t get it. Was there something behind me? Something on me? I looked down and it became obvious.

I might as well have been naked the way my panties and top clung to me, made nearly transparent by the water. Every dimple, curve and bump was exposed, including my perky nipples and the outline of my girl parts. Hell, even that I was shaved was completely obvious, and that was certainly not something I’d intended to share with my parents.

With a squeak, I dropped in the water until only my head stuck out. My blush felt so warm I was surprised the water didn’t bubble around me as it boiled.

“Uh, I didn’t see anything,” he said. Which only proved that he had, since if he hadn’t he wouldn’t have known there was something to see. If that made any sense.

“Whatever. It’s just us.” I played it off. No need to make it more embarrassing than it already was. “Come out, the water’s great.” Besides, I couldn’t really fault him for looking at me, when I loved so much to look at him.

He pulled off his shirt, revealing a muscular chest and washboard stomach. He loved to be active. Any time he wasn’t at work, he was running, climbing, whatever he could think of that was outside and let him use his body. Not bad for a guy in his forties. Sure, there was a little salt and pepper in his hair, but he had the physique of someone half his age. Like me.

Dropping his pants, he stepped out of them, leaving only his boxers. Dark green and blue, they weren’t likely to give me the same show he’d gotten, but seeing him mostly naked was pretty good too.

God, it’s your Dad, for Christ’s sake. I couldn’t help it. Once I’d realized that he’d ruined all the boys my age for me, I guess my crush was the next logical step. Mom didn’t deserve him, the whiny bitch that she was, but damnit, I did. We got along so well, and he was so smart and handsome... and we weren’t even related by blood. So why was it so wrong? But it was, and there was no way he’d ever do anything with me.

I sighed. Even just the thought of him undressing crinkled my nipples up tight and made me a little wet between the legs. It always did. Sometimes I fantasized about seducing him, making him see me as a woman and not just his little girl. I was eighteen, an adult. I was starting college in just a few weeks. It wouldn’t have been the first relationship with that kind of age difference.

He ran down to the water and dove in with a yell, his body cutting sleekly across the surface. He was a good swimmer too. The damned man was perfect!

We swam until it got dark. Being the perfect gentleman, he made a point of turning away while I got out of the water and changed out of my nearly transparent clothes. There was a bit of a thrill in standing right behind him without a thread on, but the evening chill had begun to come in off the lake and he’d only wait for so long. I returned the modesty favor for him, and then we got the fire going so we could eat.

The stars had been out a long time when we let the flames die down for the night.

Bedtime was awkward. We’d expected separate tents, so neither of us had brought sleepwear. We worked it out, him in boxers and me in a t-shirt and panties, but at least for me, those first few moments under the blankets were tense. I was terrified of touching him, to give him the wrong impression. I mean, it was the right impression, really, but if he’d realized that, he’d go berserk. The knowledge that he was only inches away and nearly naked had me in overdrive, and it was long after his breath settled and soft snores began that I finally drifted off.

It was still dark when I awoke, bewildered until I remembered where I was. Lying on my side, I heard Dad’s steady breathing behind me. It was nice, as if we were really together.

I’d dreamed of him. Nothing concrete, but of touches, sensations. Fingers playing across my thighs, his breath in my ear, his hands palming my breasts. It’s what woke me. I had to know if it was real. No such luck, of course, so I rolled away from him and tried to get back to sleep.

He rolled after me. My sleepy eyes popped wide open when his strong arm came around me and his powerful chest pressed against my back. “Dad?” I only whispered it, not wanting to wake him if he was still asleep. Nothing.

It felt so nice. He was warm, solid. I snuggled into his embrace. Hell, if he could hug me while asleep, I could pretend I’d been asleep too. I twined my legs in his, maximizing skin contact. The hair on his legs tickled. I pushed my butt back, the little spoon in his big spoon, and bumped against something hard.

No way. But there it was, firm against my ass, so hot it almost burned where it touched me. Oh God. I wanted to put my fingers on it. Could I? Would he notice? I had to.

Carefully, slowly, terrified of waking him, I slid my hand behind me. I jumped when I touched skin, bare flesh, velvety to the touch. What was it doing out? Wasn’t he wearing his shorts? My breath came heavily as I explored further, following the length of him down to the base, where I encountered soft flannel.

The fly. He’d hardened right out through the fly. I bit my lip to stop a giggle. This was unreal. I’d never even seen one in real life, and now there was one poking me in the ass. I had to explore, I couldn’t help it, even if it belonged to my stepfather. Maybe because it belonged to my stepfather.

Running my fingers gently back up his length, I marveled at the soft texture. A little bumpy with a defined ridge around the head. He stirred just a second when I touched him there. Sensitive, then. He pulsed in time with his heart beat. I needed to see it.

Carefully, I slipped out of his embrace and slid down under the blankets. If he woke now, I was screwed, but it was a craving I couldn’t control. Where was a flashlight when I needed it?

Just as I disappeared from his arms, he rolled onto his back, as if there was no reason to be on his side without a body to hold. He didn’t wake, as far as I could tell, but I had to let go quickly. I’m sure he’d be real happy if he woke in pain because I didn’t want to let go of his dick. Right.

He was still hard, though. The blanket tented over his massive tentpole, which almost made me giggle again. Minding not to wake him, I moved the blanket aside, until he was exposed. It was only a silhouette in the darkness, a black outline on an only slightly less black background, but it looked big. I moved closer, trying to see.

My mind raced. What if he woke? I’d be grounded for life. What kind of crazy person wanted to fool around with her daddy’s cock anyway? Me apparently, since I couldn’t stop myself.

Reaching out, I wrapped my hand around it and made a fist, not hard, but enough to get a decent grip. I slid my hand up and down, stroking him, getting to know him. Fuck, that was hot.

I moved closer, trying to see. My nose bumped against the tip, which was just a hair closer than I thought. Even that was electric. Oh God, I’m not really doing this, am I?

I shouldn’t have done it. It was insane, but I did. I kissed him, right on the head. He moaned in his sleep. At least I hoped it was in his sleep, since I did it again, and again, covering the smooth head with little kisses.

Then a lick, just a careful little lick since I had to know what he tasted like. Skin, mostly. A hint of saltiness. Something liquid was coming out the tip, making the head slicker when I stroked over it. Was that cum? I didn’t think so. I’d expected a lot more, anyway. I licked again. God, I could do this all night.

It just progressed from there. A kiss, a lick and then I took the head into my mouth. I’m sucking a cock. For the first time. Swirling my tongue slowly around it, I bobbed, just a little bit, and sucked very carefully.

I jammed my free hand in my panties, sliding my fingers between my slippery folds. This was madness! He could wake up any second, but I couldn’t get enough of him. His soft moans only made me speed up. Eager to taste him, I wanted to make him come.

When his hands wrapped themselves in my hair and held my head in place, I nearly screamed in surprise. I might have if my mouth hadn’t been full. He thrust, fucking between my lips. His moans were soft, but his breaths came faster. Was he really still sleeping?

Now that he had me in his grip, I couldn’t move away even if I’d wanted to. He stabbed faster and faster, and I worried that he’d try to push that thing down my throat. Hell, if he wanted to, I’d be happy to try, but I’d prefer he was awake first.

The thrusts grew erratic and he swelled, stretching my lips. I almost unhinged my jaw trying to keep my teeth off him. If he was to wake up with his cock in my mouth, I didn’t want it to be because I bit him.

He groaned, a sound that began deep in his chest, then pushed his hips up and filled my mouth with cum. Lots of cum. I’d had no idea what to expect, but it was a lot more than I’d figured. I gulped it down, swallowing without even tasting, both terrified and horny as hell. I’m swallowing Daddy’s cum, and he doesn’t even know it! I was a dirty, dirty girl.

Gradually, it was as if the air let out of him. All his tense muscles relaxed and he eased back onto his pillow. His hands slipped out of my hair and his hips returned to the ground.

I let his softening cock out of my mouth, amazed at how much it changed when it wasn’t raring to go. In my hand it felt like it was half the size, if that, and all floppy. So soft and vulnerable. Kinda cute. I smiled and tucked it carefully back into his shorts before crawling back up to my pillow as quietly as I could. His steady breaths told me he was still asleep and I hoped I’d just given him one hell of a wet dream.