The afternoon zipped by in a haze. I thought I was reading my book, but truth be told, I don't remember a single thing I read. My mind just wouldn't let go of the fact that my little step-daughter had changed. The image of her standing in front of me, completely naked, while Emmanuelle toyed with her breasts was burned into my brain.
It was after dinner, about 7:00, when the storm front started moving through. We noticed the black clouds rolling in, making it a bit cooler out as it blotted out the sun, then it started sprinkling big drops. I picked up the stuff around the fire that I didn't want to get wet as we all ran to our respective tents. Within seconds it was practically a downpour.
I lay back on my makeshift bed and took a deep breath. It was the first time I'd been alone since the girls had come back from the lake, completely naked. The first time I'd been alone since my step-daughter openly challenged and confronted me about her sexuality.
My cock was growing anew. I could feel it swelling in my shorts and had to adjust my position. Just touching it caused it to jump and become even more uncomfortable. My mind kept going back to what I saw earlier. I kept seeing that young girl's body, so open for me. I listened for a second, straining to hear what was going on in the other tent, but the rain was striking my tent too loudly, drowning out all other sounds.
I shook my head to clear it. No, I told myself. I'm not going there. I'm not going to masturbate while thinking about my step-daughter. I'm not going to try and listen to them having sex or try to see it. It wasn't going to happen. I pulled out my book and started to read, forcing myself to engage every word and get myself out of my head.
Thirty minutes after crawling into our tents, there was loud noise from the girls' tent. They were yelling about something and minutes later they were opening my tent and pushing themselves inside. They were absolutely drenched from the rain, wearing only their long t-shirts for sleeping. They were excited and animated, complaining about something in their tent. It took me a minute to find out Emmanuelle had seen a snake in their tent and they freaked out.
There wasn't much room in my tent, since it was at most a 2-sleeper, but we didn't have much choice. We were just going to have to make the best of it until either the rain stopped or morning came. They said they were scared and wanted to sleep in my tent, begging for me to say 'yes'. What choice did I have? Of course I agreed, even though their wet shirts were clinging to their bodies, sending me back into my fantasy.
I rearranged the blankets and what pillows I had to make room for all of us to sleep. It was definitely going to be tight. I then lay back down and started reading again, letting the girls continue talking. I could hear them giggling, but I turned away from them, trying to ignore them. The rain was loud, as thuds hit the tent canvass again and again. Even the rumbles of thunder were helping me.
I just barely heard Emmanuelle's voice above the patter. But just hearing what she said made me shiver. "Make it wet for me," she said. I wasn't watching them, but I knew what they were up to.
"Feels kinda good, doesn't it," she said a few seconds later. I couldn't hear Dani, either she wasn't saying anything or she was just too quiet to hear. But Emmanuelle's voice was unmistakable now.
"Yeah, be a good little girl for me and make that pussy nice and wet," she said.
I heard a little squeak a minute later but could only assume that was Dani cumming. I made sure not to turn around. I shuddered for a moment in my excitement and played it off as being a little chilled. But I had a raging hard-on and the girls were not going to let it dissipate.
"I'm bored," Emmanuelle suddenly said. "Let's play a game or something."
"Ok," Dani agreed, excitedly. "What?"
"Can't we just read or something?" I asked, trying not to engage them, lest things spin out of control.
"We didn't bring anything with us," Emmanuelle protested. "And it's too early to go to sleep. I mean... I guess Dani and I could just play our own game while you read..."
"Ok, ok," I said, turning over and putting my book aside. "What game?"
"I dunno," Emmanuelle admitted, looking at Dani for suggestions.
Dani shrugged, not knowing what either.
"How about truth or dare?", Emmanuelle smiled deviously.
I shook my head. "No," I said.
"Yes!" Dani clapped.
"Come on, really?" I asked.
Emmanuelle clapped along with Dani. "Yes, really. I'll go first."
I sighed, knowing I was outnumbered. I had a good idea where this was going to go... especially knowing Emmanuelle.
"Daddy," she started smiling at me. She and Dani were sitting cross-legged in front of me. Their shirts were damp, their hard nipples visible beneath the thin, wet material... to say nothing about them wearing only panties underneath. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," I said, without hesitation. There was no way I was going to take a dare from her.
"Do you think Dani is sexy?" she asked.
I looked at Dani. She was just sitting there in her wet t-shirt, staring at me, looking so shy and innocent. "Yes," I said softly. "I do."
Dani's entire face lit up in a smile. I loved that I could make her smile.
"Your turn, daddy," Emmanuelle said.
"Ok... um...," I said, wondering what in the world I was going to ask. "Dani... truth or dare."
"Truth," she smiled.
"You've been so angry lately," I started. "Do you hate me?"
Dani stopped smiling and looked very serious. I really wondered how she'd respond. I really wanted to know.
Slowly, she shook her head. "No, I don't hate you at all daddy," she said. "I... I..."
"Go ahead, tell him what you told me," Emmanuelle said.
Dani looked at her and blushed, then looked down. Whatever it was, she couldn't even look at me. I was confused. What was it? What was wrong?
Dani shook her head, unable to tell me.
"She's jealous of your wife," Emmanuelle said. Dani looked at her, shocked that she'd say anything. "She wants you for herself. She thinks you're hot."
I watched Dani turn so red in embarrassment.
"Your turn," Emmanuelle told her, but Dani wasn't up for talking quite yet. "No? Ok, I'll go," she said. "Daddy... truth or dare?"
"Truth," I said once again.
