A Daughter’s Weekend Getaway Pt. 3

I awoke a few hours later to my cock throbbing. I must have passed out hard, because I hadn’t moved an inch the night before. As my eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the light bearing into the room, I noticed that Savannah was no longer in my arms or pressed up against me. I scanned the room through squinted eyes but didn’t see her anywhere. I started to pull myself upright and then I noticed that lying on the bed next to me, where she had been sleeping, was her little red thong that she had worn the night before.

My curiosity got the better of me as I picked it up and examined it closely. I could see a small little wet spot in the crotch area, and with my morning wood taking over all of my thoughts, I lifted her thong to my nose and inhaled. The wet patch was more or less damp then wet, and the scent was not quite as sweet as her fresh pussy was last night; it was more musty. It did, however, still smell amazing and it made my cock throb as I breathed in and out through the sheer fabric.

After a couple of minutes of sniffing her thong and stroking my cock, I thought I better get out of bed and see what she was up to. I pulled myself to my feet and let her panties fall back onto the bed. I stepped into my lounging pants, not bothering to put on my boxers, and my cock strained against the thin fabric.

I walked out of the bedroom and to my delight I was greeted by the sight of my daughter’s beautiful backside. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail and draped over a pink racerback top. I could see that she had a black Victoria’s Secret bra on and I assumed it was a sports bra. My eyes continued to trace downwards and were met by a pair of capri length leggings that hugged her ass better than anything else I had ever seen. Although I couldn’t see more than her ankles, she still looked incredibly sexy. She was wearing a matching pink pair of Nikes that completed her outfit.

“Good morning,” I spoke out.

She spun around on her heels and a huge smile broadened across her face. “Good morning, daddy!” She replied with an abundant amount of enthusiasm. “I thought you said we had to get up early today for our hike?”

“What time is it?” I asked as I let out a yawn and stretched my arms above my head.

“9:30!”

“Oh shit!” I hurriedly exclaimed. “Yeah, we need to get going. It’s not the shortest hike so the earlier the better. Would you mind making me a cup of coffee while I go get ready? You know just how I like it.”

“No problem,” she replied. “I know you old men need your energy.”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” I retorted and turned to leave the kitchen.

“Dad, wait!”

I stopped in my tracks and pivoted on my toes. “Yes, dear?”

Savannah twirled her ponytail in her fingers and bounced up and down on her tiptoes as she asked me, “do you like my outfit? Is it OK for our hike?”

Truth be told, I was doing everything that I could to not stare at her during our little exchange. I loved her outfit but didn’t want to be too forthcoming. After thinking for a moment, I replied, “it’s very cute. And yes, it will be just fine for the hike.”

“OK, awesome!”

I smiled at her and turned back around to head back into my room. Just a few moments later, as I was pulling on a fresh t-shirt, Savannah came into the room and sat my coffee down on the bedside table.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” I said. “Could you do me another favor since I overslept?”

“What’s that?”

“Would you mind filling the water bottles and making a couple of simple sandwiches for later?”

She looked at me for a moment, like I was asking her to reconstruct the leaning tower of Pisa, and then smiled and said, “I think I can handle that!”

Leaving the room, my head cocked to the side and I watched her ass bounce in her yoga pants. ‘I don’t think I could ever get used to that view.’ I thought to myself. ‘I could watch it all day.’

As I sat on the edge of the bed, sipping my coffee, my brain suddenly had a turn of emotions. I was coming down from the euphoric high that I had last night, and the morning wood was subsiding. As my testosterone levels dipped, I sat dumbfounded at the reality of what had happened over the past 24 hours.

I thought to myself, ‘Holy shit! What are you doing?’; I punched myself. ‘You let your daughter suck you off in your truck, and then a few hours later you ate her pussy and then made love to her. YOUR DAUGHTER. Jesus, what is wrong with you, man?!’ My cock had gone flaccid at this point as I began to realize just how wrong everything we were doing was.

Quickly finishing getting ready, I pulled on a pair of shorts over my boxers and slipped into my tennis shoes. I went to the bathroom quickly, and then headed out into the kitchen.

“Ready to go?” I asked Savannah.

“Sandwiches, check. Water bottles, check. Old man, check.” She replied while mimicking ticking things off a list, and shot me a smile with the last one.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. But I bet I could still outdo you on this hike!”

“You wanna make a wager on it?” She asked.

I thought for a brief moment, and then responded, “depends, what do you have in mind?”

“Well…” she started in, “if I outdo you, then you have to cum in me tonight.”

“And if, I mean when, I outdo you, what do I get?”

Savannah twisted her eyes at me and bit her lip. “Anal?”

I just about lost it as my mouth went agape. “Well? Do we have a deal daddy?”

“Uh—yeah, sure.” I finally managed to say. I didn’t have the heart to tell right then that I was having second thoughts about our weekend together.

The drive up to the trailhead was about 15 minutes away and I thought that I needed to squash this relationship while I still had the chance. After about five minutes of driving, I spoke up. “Savannah, I need to talk to you.”

“What is it, dad? Is everything OK?”

“Everything is fine, but please let me finish before you talk or ask any questions, OK?”

“OK. Sure.”

“Savannah, look…” I started in and glanced her way quickly, my eyes locking with hers. “We can’t do this. I am your father. Your protector. Your knight in shining armor. You are my princess. My queen. My everything. I am taking advantage of you and it’s not right. I shouldn’t have the sorts of thoughts I’ve been having about my daughter. I know, I know, you’re going to say that you want this and have been waiting for it, but it’s not right…”

Savannah interjected, “do you not think I’m pretty?”

“Let me finish, please. You are beautiful. You have an amazing body. You’ve grown up tremendously the past few years and you are becoming a beautiful young woman. However, that does still not make this right…”

“But daddy!” She started to whine. “I love you! I can’t imagine giving myself to anyone else. You are my protector, that’s why I trust you with all of this; because I know you would be the only one who wouldn’t hurt me!”

“You’re really not good at this whole ‘letting me finish’ thing are you?” I broke into a small smile. “I love you, too. I’m glad that you trust me, I really am, but we can’t continue doing this. There are too many risks involved. I’m sorry.”

Savannah sat quiet for a minute and then spoke up. “I’m sorry I interrupted you. That was not very adult of me to do. I know that you are right, deep down, even though I may hate it. I’m sorry that I ever put you into this position…” Tears began to form in her eyes and she sniffled as the first few tears fell down her cheeks and onto her lap.

“Savannah—Please don’t cry… It’s not your fault, really. It’s mine for letting it get to the point where it has. Can we just try to have a relaxing rest of the weekend and talk about this more when we get home?”

“I—I guess” She finally muttered through sniffling and tears.

I put my right hand onto her leg and squeezed. “I promise everything will be OK.”

The last two to three minutes of the car ride were dead silent, and even though Savannah seemed upset, I knew that I had done the right thing by putting a stop to this now.