Weekends With Dad Ch. 4

CHAPTER FOUR

He said it couldn’t happen again. No more fucking. We needed to be just father and daughter again.

Dad had allowed his guilt to overtake him in the past month, and now he stood with his hands on his hips. Trying to be gentle but firm. But I wasn’t buying it.

Just minutes before, Megan and I arrived at his house and he gave us both big bear hugs. She had moved in next door to us when we were both 10, and Dad watched us grow up together. We were truly just like sisters, and Dad probably thought of Megan as a second daughter.

“My god, you both look great!” he exclaimed as he stepped back for a full view. It was kind of funny, since he had seen us at graduation just a week before. But now we were in brighter, tighter summer clothing that reminded him that we were indeed women. And hot women at that.

Megan had intentionally worn a snug tank top that made her ample breasts impossible to ignore. Dad admirably managed to keep his gaze on her face, but I’m sure he enjoyed the feeling of her D-cups mashed against his belly as they embraced.

Dad helped us unload our stuff from my car and carry it into the house. Megan trailed behind him at one point and pretended to squeeze his tight butt as he walked.

My father pointed Megan to the room she would use, then followed me into mine. He closed the door behind him, and for a moment I thought he couldn’t wait another minute to get his hands on me. I took a couple of steps toward him, but he held up a finger the way only a father does.

“Jessica, we need to set things straight,” he told me. “What happened between us was like nothing I’ve experienced before. But we have to stop. It’s just plain wrong, and we could very easily get caught. If Megan were to sense something between us…”

I interrupted him with a laugh. “She’d probably get off watching us, Dad. Or maybe join us.”

He crossed his arms and cocked his head as if to say, “Surely you don’t really believe that.”

If only he knew.

I was wearing my orange bikini under a white cover-up dress, and I began to unbutton the front. “Come on Dad,” I told him, “I’m wearing your favorite swimsuit. The orange one that I had on while you watched me from the window. And stroked your big cock.”

The poor guy was shaking his head, but I’m sure his head was full of pleasurable memories. He kept his arms crossed but made no attempt to move as I closed the distance between us.

“I still want you, Daddy. More than ever. I’ve been dreaming of this vacation with you, and it’s been driving me crazy.” I let the cover-up fall off my shoulders. I was only two feet from him now, and only the tiny bikini covered my tanned, athletic body. “I lay awake at night and imagine you on top of me. Fucking me. I get so wet and I have to make myself cum.”

I took one of his hands and he allowed me to place it on my left tit.

“Dad, feel how hard my nipples are. I’m already wet too. And it’s all for you.”

He moaned slightly, either from his inner conflict or pent-up lust. I decided it was the latter as he started to reach for my other breast.

My bedroom door opened and struck Dad’s heels. He dropped his hands just before Megan poked her head in.

“Sorry, Mister Holloway, didn’t know you were in here.”

“Oh — Jessica was showing me her new suit,” Dad said with an awkward smile as he moved away from the door. I’m sure he knew it sounded lame, but quickly changed the subject. “By the way, Megan, we’re all officially adults now. Call me Alex.”

“Got it. I was just wondering… which dresser I should use.” Equally lame, I thought.

“Either one, but don’t unpack everything just yet.” Dad backed up and spoke to us both with a wide grin. “I could have told you to bring an overnight bag, but I wanted this to be a surprise. I rented a beachfront condo, and we check in tomorrow afternoon.”

“That’s awesome! Thanks Alex!” Megan shouted. Then she hopped over and gave him a big wet kiss on the cheek.

“We?” I asked. “Does that mean you’re going too?”

“Yeah, I hope that’s okay. I have a bunch of vacation time built up, so I’m taking two weeks off to escort my girls to the beach. Consider it a graduation present. But I won’t get in the way. We could even take two cars so you can do you own thing.”

I gave Dad a long hug, holding on long enough to whisper a promise in his ear. “These are going to be the best two weeks of your life.”

Dad excused himself to start making dinner. Megan stayed behind to quiz me.

“What was going on in here? Were you guys already going at it?”

“Not so much.” I told her about Dad’s reluctance and how I melted it away. “He was just warming up when you barged in.”

“It’s just as well,” she replied, rubbing her hands together with anticipation. “It’s fun to tease him first anyway. Should we stick with the shower plan tonight, or wait till we get to the beach?”

“I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait that long. I’ve got to have him.”

“Naughty little girl! Maybe you need another spanking.”

Dad was firing up the grill outside. I offered to help him with dinner, but Megan said she wanted to get a head start on her tan. It was almost six o’clock, so I suspected she only wanted to get a head start on showing my father her petite body full of sexy curves.

Sure enough, Megan came out a couple of minutes later with a tropical-print bikini that barely contained her. She stretched out in a lounge chair just a few steps from the grill and started lubing up her pale skin with sunscreen.

Dad stole a couple of glances as he marinated the steaks in the kitchen. He looked over at me and turned red when he realized he’d been caught.

“What — my tits aren’t big enough for you?” I asked with a playful grin.

“Your body is absolutely perfect, Jess,” he replied in a voice full of conviction, and it was my turn to blush.

“Thanks Daddy, but sometimes I wish I had breasts like hers. Wouldn’t you like to get your hands on them?”

“You shouldn’t talk about your best friend like that,” he said, dodging the question. “But I bet she did turn some heads at your school.”

All three of us were happy and chatty during dinner, the prospect of a long beach vacation ahead of us. We played a couple of board games as we had since middle school, then popped in a rented DVD and watched it together.

Finally, Dad got up and stretched and announced that he was heading to bed. I gave him a hug and loudly sniffed his shirt.

“Daddy, you smell like the smoky grill,” I said with a laugh. “You ought to shower first.” He agreed and excused himself for the night.

Our plan was falling into place. Megan and I had talked and fantasized many times about our first three-way encounter. We had decided to surprise Dad in the shower, much the way I did a month before. Dad’s master bathroom used to have a garden tub, but he converted it into a double-width shower. It was easily big enough for all three of us. Perfect.

I tiptoed up the stairs and waited at the top until I could hear my father turn the water on. Megan followed me to Dad’s room but waited outside. I went in and quickly stripped, not wanting to waste any time or hot water.

“I thought I might see you,” Dad said with a smile as I stepped into the steamy shower.