I'd been at university for a year already, time had flown, and now I was on my way home for summer holiday. Being away from home had been an amazing adventure, and I'd finally had a chance to do all the things I'd fantasised about for years, including getting a boyfriend and experiencing sex. It had been fine, not mind-blowing like in the movies and romance books I loved to read, but I guessed with time it would become better.
I'd kissed said boyfriend goodbye that morning and promised I would see him in a few weeks, when our families would go on holiday together. I wasn't quite sure how that had even come about but somehow our mothers had gotten along really well during one Christmas lunch they'd all come over for, and suddenly it was decided. However, I was happy enough to go along with it, and my boyfriend was over the moon. He was already talking about getting engaged, but I wasn't sure I really wanted that. There was something in me yearning for different things, even if I wasn't entirely sure what those things were.
The afternoon was warm, and the steady sound from the train and the movement began making me sleepy. My eyelids closed and I dozed off, as the Swedish countryside sped past the window. Finally I arrived at the small station in our tiny town, and groggily on unsteady legs I stepped off the train. I stretched and walked through the station house. Nobody else had gotten off here, and the sleepiness of the town brought back childhood memories. Shading my eyes against the sun, I was trying to see I could spot Daddy closeby and smiled as I saw him stand outside the family car on the small parking lot. Hurrying into his arms for a big hug, I noticed he'd gained some weight and now sported a sizeable beer belly, and his beard had more grey than at Christmas.
'Hi baby girl,' he smiled and I rolled my eyes at the age old endearment.
'Hi Daddy,' I said and let him put my suitcase in the car.
'Mom's out of town for a few days, visiting her sister, so it's just you and me for a bit,' he told me as he took the driver's seat.
'Aw, alone time with Daddy, lucky me!' I laughed and his lips curled into a smile under his moustache. I'd always been his favourite out of me and my sister.
'Indeed,' he said as we started driving home to the house in the countryside. We reached the gravel road and then the old, red house. The gravel up to the house crunched under my sandals as I walked over the sun warm yard, and the dusty smell of sunshine put a smile on my face. It was good to be home.
Daddy leaned past me to unlock the door, and as he did his arm brushed against one of my big tits accidentally. I wasn't wearing a bra, it was too hot, and I felt it brush against my nipple. It was such a weird sensation because I enjoyed it, but at the same time it was my Daddy so guilt and shame instantly washed over me and a blush crept over my cheeks. There was no way I could look him in the eye as I walked inside, then out onto the porch.
'Are you a bit hot?' He asked me, and gave me a beer. I raised an eyebrow. 'You're old enough to have a beer now, Gwen, surely!' He laughed.
'Hah, thanks!' I said and sipped it while slowly cooling down.
'So how's that boyfriend of yours?'
'Good, he says he'll miss me.'
'And will you miss him?' He cracked open a beer for himself as well and I think I knew how he got that new belly of his.
'I guess,' I said with a shrug. He snorted.
'So have you been intimate?'
I nearly choked on my beer.
'Dad!' I exclaimed. He held his hands up to appease me.
'I'm just worried, that's all!'
My cheeks were burning.
'Yes well, he IS my boyfriend,' I spluttered, and we had had sex of course.
'Cheers to that,' said Daddy and we touched beer bottles with a clink.
'It's so beautiful here,' I said after a while, looking out over the fields, tasting beer on my lips. There was nobody else to be seen for miles, and it was so pretty my heart ached a little with it.
Daddy nodded. After that we finished our beers in silence, and I said I would go upstairs and freshen up before dinner. We would have a barbecue, and my mouth was already watering at the thought of Daddy's meat.