The storm seemed to be just getting started. Fred could hear the wind outside his home. It had not started to rain yet. But the forecast said that it would be torrential rains during the storm. And with this storm being so big and moving so slowly, it would be a long sustaining assault by Mother Nature.
Far off in the distance, Fred could hear the faint rumblings of thunder. Yes, this storm promised to be a bad one. It was 10pm, and Fred had decided that both him and Jennifer his 18-year-old daughter should turn in early.
It was the start of the summer break, and Jennifer was spending her month with her dad. She always loved spending time with him. Unlike her mom, her dad would talk with her and indulge her every whim. He was more than her dad; he was her best friend.
They were in the kitchen, Fred had just finished his walk around to make sure that all the doors and windows were secured. Jennifer heard the rumbling off in the distance too. She looked at her dad and gave a weak smile. "I'm still deathly afraid of storms. Don't lock your door dad. I may be making a beeline to your room if things get too squirrelly."
Fred looked at his daughter. She stood only three inches shorter than he did. And at 5'10, she wore her 180lbs extremely well. Like her mother, Jennifer had a big chest. He had taken a peek at her bra size and wasn't too surprised to find that she was a 40 DD. Sharon her mom was 42 DD! And she had that same round full ass that made all her clothes seem like she had poured herself into them.
Fred kissed Jennifer on the forehead. "Don't worry kitten, you'll be fine. The shutters are rolled down and locked in place. There is no chance of a branch breaking thru the window like it did when you were a child. And besides, I'll be right next door in the Master Bedroom."
Jennifer laughed. "Yea dad, that's the problem. I'll be in one room and you'll be in the other. I don't know why I can't just sleep with you until the storm is over?"
Fred took a long slow look at his daughter. Jennifer looked so much like her mom that it was almost like looking at Sharon. And Fred may not have liked Sharon since the divorce, but he remembered the fantastic sex they had while they were married. Having this younger version of her would be distracting to say the least. Even now, Fred could feel that familiar stirring in his groin. He turned away, least Jennifer notice that he was getting hard.
It wasn't all Fred's fault that looking at his daughter had this reaction in him. No matter what type of pants Jennifer wore, they showed off her ass. And the front seemed to pull so tight, it was almost impossible to miss the way the seam split her fat pussy lips.
What he didn't know was that Jennifer was well aware of the effect that her clothing had on her dad. She purposely wore things that would accent her figure and make him uncomfortable. And unknown to him, she had a plan that she was going to put into effect and this storm seemed like the perfect backdrop for it.
Jennifer looked at her dad. His head was turned, looking at the small weather barometer that hung by the window. She noticed the slight bulge in his pants. Her dad may not have looked like some Greek Adonis, but to her he was the most handsome man she had ever known.
Jennifer began to laugh, and Fred turned back to look at her. "What's so funny kitten?"
Jennifer looked at her dad. "Oh, I was just thinking. You had better wear your boxers tonight just in case I have to jump into your bed. I know how you like to just wear an undershirt to bed."
Fred laughed nervously. Suddenly, the thought of her jumping into his bed with him in only an undershirt made his dick jump. He gulped down the rest of his drink and waited for Jennifer to finish her glass of wine. He always allowed her to drink wine when she visited him. But she could only do it while at home. And he never heard of her drinking anything outside the house.
Jennifer was just putting her glass in the sink, when a loud crack of thunder sounded close to the house. Suddenly, the house was plunged into darkness. Jennifer screamed. Fred tried to calm her, as he walked around lighting the pre-arranged candles.
He walked her to her room and lit the three candles that he had placed there. Her room was lit with a soft orange glow. "See! It looks so romantic you won't be scared."
Jennifer gave a weak laugh. "I wouldn't be scared if you were crawled up next to me while I lay in that big bed. Come on dad! Let me sleep with you? I'm gonna end up in your bed if this storm gets any worse anyway. And we both know it will get worst."
Fred kissed her on the cheek and walked from her bedroom. He left the door open. He lit the candles in his own bedroom and taking a flashlight, he lit the pages of the book he was reading. But it was hard to concentrate. His mind kept coming back to the way that Jennifer had looked. She wasn't a little girl anymore. She was a full-grown woman. And she had a body just as sexy and appealing as her mom's.
Thinking about this had the effect on him that he had tried so hard to hide from her. Fred's dick grew hard instantly. He chided himself, telling himself that this was his daughter. That no matter how sexy she looked, he should not even allow his mind to stray into thoughts like that.
But even as he tried to think about other things, his hand stole down to his crotch. He was hard and throbbing. Knowing that Jennifer would be spending the next month with him, he had suspended his dates and tried to fix up the house and concentrate on spending time with her.
Closing his eyes, Fred slowly stroked his hard thick shaft. Well, a man can dream and fantasize, even if it was about the forbidden fruit of his own daughter. Suddenly, the house shook as the loud boom of thunder sounded.
Jennifer screamed, and Fred was just jumping up to run and make sure that she was ok, when his door burst open and she ran into the room. Without stopping, she jumped on the bed and burrowed beneath the covers.
"It's gonna get me daddy! It's gonna get me!" Jennifer grabbed him around the waist and hugged him tight. Putting his arms around his daughter, he tried to calm her fears.
"No it won't baby! Daddy will protect you like he always does. It's ok!"
He settled down further in the bed, bringing Jennifer with him. They lay cuddled in each other's arms. Fred could feel the pounding of his little girl's heart, and the way she trembled, she was so afraid. She had one arm around his back, and the other was on his chest.
She was just bringing her hand down, when a crack and boom so loud and close made her jump again. This time it sounded like it was just outside the door. Jennifer screamed and her hands dug into her dad. That wasn't so bad with the hand that was on his back. He felt her nails digging in and winced.
