Summer Scorcher

Notes to readers:

I hadn't intended this for the contest specifically at first, but then found out about it and thought this story would fit right in.

As I try to make clear, all characters are adult.

Enjoy!

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It was one of those scorching summers that are becoming the norm. She'd finished her exams for the term and most of her friends had already left for the summer. She had a summer job waiting for her, but since it wouldn’t start until the beginning of the next week, she thought she'd surprise her parents with a weekend visit.

When she arrived after several long hours in the car, she saw her dad's car in the driveway but not her mom's. She figured her mom had gone to get weekend groceries or something, and so she let herself in.

Her parents had insisted she keep a set of keys, at least until she finished college in case she needed to come home for whatever reasons. Not that they struggled to let her fly the nest, they knew their daughter to be a smart, confident, and independent woman, but since college was only a day's drive away, they figured it might still be handy for her to still have the keys.

She came in but saw no sign of her dad at first either. Never mind, she told herself, he might be busy in his office or his shed. She dumped her weekend bag in the kitchen and grabbed herself a cold drink from the fridge.

She'd only had a couple of sips when decided she might as well take her things upstairs to her old bedroom. As she walked past her parent's bedroom she heard the shower running. She took a quick glance through the open doorway and she could see all the way to her parent’s en suite bathroom, and her dad in the shower. Clearly he hadn't expected anyone other than his wife might be home and so hadn't bothered with protecting his privacy. She was just moving on to her own room when she double-backed as her brain registered what her eyes had just seen. Her father wasn't just scrubbing himself clean, he was jacking off.

A flush of embarrassment came over her with the realisation. She didn’t know what to think in that moment and she hurried herself on to her bedroom to drop her bags as she'd originally planned. She was surprised to find she needed to force herself not to take a second peek when she headed back down to wait for her dad to finish whatever he was doing. As she waited patiently alone downstairs, she realised that her dad was probably not expecting her mom to come home any time soon either from his lack of precautions, and struggled to keep intrusive thoughts out of her head.

Was her dad really that hung or was her sexually frustrated mind playing games with her? She didn't have to wait long to get the answer to that question as her dad finally came down the stairs, still naked while drying his hair with a towel. 'Clearly not expecting anyone home', she thought again. She produced a little cough to let him know she was there and he nearly fell over with the shock realisation that he was not alone.

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He'd been tending the garden all afternoon after taking the afternoon off from his work. His wife was away on a business trip and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. It was so hot outside that he needed a cold-ish shower to cool off.

His wife had only left a couple of days before but he was already really missing the possibility of making love to her. He'd always had a fairly strong sex drive, and his beautiful wife wasn't one to put a dampener on it. They had always had a healthy sex life, full of a mutual desire for each other, and each other's pleasure. As he washed his body of the sticky sweat from his afternoon labours, his mind went to the outfit his wife had been wearing on her way out.

His wife was a successful professional in her field (the reason she'd been called away), and she'd always been a confident woman. She felt comfortable in her body and that confidence carried over in her composure and dress sense. She didn't dress in a slutty way, she didn't feel the need to. She didn't need to arouse men for validation, but she also wasn't ashamed of her body in any way and didn't feel the need to hide it. She just wore outfits she felt complimented her womanly figure and had little care for whether other women were intimated by her or men were titillated. The light, short sleeved, button down summer dress she'd worn when she left had more than once found itself in an untidy pile on the floor before she could step out the door. It had been all he could do to stop himself from causing her to miss her flight on this occasion.

As his mind went back to the goddess he felt lucky to call his wife, his penis went hard and his hands found their way down to it. He was picturing one of their many memorable sessions of lovemaking as he masturbated, needing little time to bring himself to orgasm. A poor recompense compared to the real thing.

When he finished his shower he grabbed a towel and dried his body. Since he wasn't expecting anyone else (and in truth he would have even if his wife was home), he hadn't planned on putting any clothes on unless he needed to step out for any reason. Maybe if the heat finally died down later, he might put on a light layer to stay comfortable. He was still drying his hair as he walked down the stairs, his still semi hard erection only just dying down, when he heard a cough that nearly gave him a heart attack.

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He quickly dropped his towel down to his crotch and steadied himself with his other hand on the counter before looking up to see his daughter waiting at the kitchen table with a cold drink in her hand and a smirk on her face.

"Hey daddy, surprise! Do you meet all your guests that way?" She teased with a laugh.

"Baby!" Her screamed with delight. "I didn't know you were supposed to be coming home this weekend? I'm sorry, I wouldn't have put on such a show if I'd known you were here.”

He grabbed his towel and rearranged it around his waist then walked over to his daughter to give her a big welcome hug.

"Please don't call me that that" she chided him gently.

"Darling, you'll anyways be my baby.” He replied with a faux stern look. “I was there when you were born and was the first person to hold you in their arms. Even before your mom! …if only for a few seconds. I was there to change your nappies, there when you said your first words and took your first steps. I was there your first day of kindergarten and school, and I was there when we took you to college. You will always be my baby..."

"...and I always expect you to call me daddy" he added.

"Oh all right" she grimaced with a smile at the corner of her lips. "Anyway, don't you want to put something a little more decent on?" she asked with a cheeky look to the rather small towel wrapped around his waist.

He'd never been ashamed of his body. He knew he wasn't going to scare any of the testosterone dudes at the gym with his physique, but he was a lot more sporty than most men his age and kept fit with the various sports he enjoyed. He'd always loved being physically active outdoors and still had a very healthy lifestyle. But still, it didn't really do to walk around naked in front of one's daughter.

"Sure, you carry on making yourself comfortable and I'll pop upstairs and slip some clothes on"

He leapt up the stairs with a spring in his step at the joy of having his daughter home, and tried to find something comfortable to wear in this heat. He took out some loose pyjama trousers and a T-shirt since he figured he probably would not be heading out again this late in the afternoon. As he got dressed he finally took some time to process that his daughter had just seen his half-erect penis, but figured she might not have noticed.

"So, how long are you staying?" He asked as he came back down the stairs. "And how long have you been here?"

"Oh, only until Monday,” she replied "and I'd only arrived a couple of minutes before you came down. Where's mom?"

She was finding out that parents don't usually feel the need to keep their children up to date on their whereabouts once they fly the nest.

"Well, your mom was invited to a conference this week. She won't be back until tomorrow evening. Sorry to disappoint, but you'll have to make do with daddy for now"

"Oh daddy, I'm not disappointed. I could never be disappointed to spend some time with you" she replied with a pout.

She'd always loved her dad. Some of her earliest memories were of riding on his shoulders feeling like she was on top of the world. She'd always admired how strong and smart he seemed to her. As she'd grown up and become conscious of other kids' parents she realised that, while all healthy children think their dads are the best, hers was probably measurably better than many of them. He wasn't necessarily stronger, taller or smarter than every one of them, but as a complete package she had often told herself that she was lucky to have such great parents, and especially her dad. When, as a teenager, her school friends had started going on about how cringe their parents were, she'd played along to fit in but she'd never lost the admiration and respect she had for her parents.

"Anyway, since I have you to myself, what do you say to ordering pizzas and having a movie night?" She asked. "Your pick of film"

"Sounds like a fine idea. Star Wars good for you?"

She rolled her eyes at him, but really she liked the idea. She'd always been daddy's girl and it was him who'd given her a love of SciFi and fantasy.

"Sure thing" she replied. "Why don't you order while I go upstairs and take a shower? I've been driving all day and it's been ever so hot... You know what pizzas I like"

"Deal!" He replied as he held out his hand.

They shook on it with a serious frown and she turned to head up the stairs to fulfil her part of the bargain.

He was already picking up his phone to order when she got to the 1st step.

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She went to her room, and comfortable as she was at her parent's home, didn't bother closing the door as she undressed for her shower. Besides, she knew her daddy was downstairs and would defend her from intruders. She didn't expect him to come up as he was busy arranging the evening's entertainment.

As she washed the long day away under the stream from the shower, her mind kept flashing images of her dad's cock. Hard and held tightly in his fist, somewhat soft and swinging between his legs as he'd walked down the stairs... She started wondering how big he really was if she got up close.

With these thoughts coursing through her mind as the water and soap coursed all over her body, she found herself starting to explore her arousal as her hands started exploring her body. She cupped her full breasts and gently tweaked her nipple while her other hand felt the warmth and wetness in her labia. She caught herself before she'd gone too far and actually masturbated to thoughts of her dad's cock, turned the shower temperature down a little to cool herself off and stepped out of the shower to dry herself off.

During that time, her dad had finished ordering the pizzas, arranged some snacks and beers on the coffee table, and set up their home theatre projector for the movie.

When he got a notification on his phone that the pizza was almost there, he ran up the stairs to pick up some cash from the wallet that he'd left in his trousers before his shower so he could tip the delivery guy. On his way out of his bedroom he glanced across the corridor to see his daughter’s open bedroom door, right as his daughter emerged naked from her ensuite.

'Oh my god! What a sight of beauty!?!' He thought immediately. His daughter had clearly inherited her mother's genes, and her active lifestyle had done the rest. If this had been his wife, the pizza delivery man might well have found the door unanswered he thought. Except his wife would have probably killed him if he'd let her go hungry. He managed to pull himself away from this vision of feminine beauty, and made his way down the stairs just in time to hear the doorbell.

When she had dried herself off, she went to her bed where she'd dropped her bag earlier to find something to wear for the night. She usually loved the flannel pyjamas and the feel of a warm blanket when she slept, but in this heat even the light bedsheet was too much material, too close to her for comfort. Still, it wouldn't do to parade herself naked in front of her dad.

Even though her parents had instilled into her a healthy love of her body, and she generally felt no shame being naked, this would have been a step too far she thought. She settled on wearing some thin seamless knickers and a loose T-shirt.

She got down to the bottom of the stairs just as her dad was closing the door with a warm ‘thank you’ to the delivery man.

They both sat on the large sofa in front of the projection screen and settled in for their precious evening together. The smell of the pizza had displaced all other thoughts than appetite from their heads for now, and they just got down to eat their food and watch the movie.

They watched most of the film like this, occasionally grabbing and eating a slice, taking a sip of their drinks and generally enjoying their evening together, until the pizza and ice-cream were finished. Then, they both leaned back in the sofa to enjoy the end of the film.

She automatically settled her head on her dad's chest as she had done countless time as a little girl. Her shoulder was nestled in her dad's armpit, her head just below his chin, a hand on his chest and her legs curled up beside her on the sofa. His arm was wrapped over her shoulders with his hand settled on her hip. They both loved this familiar feeling of hugging while watching a film and started dozing off before the movie had even finished. She loved hearing her dad's strong, steady heartbeat as she lay there, only half paying attention to the film they’d enjoyed together several times.

As she lay there resting her head on her dad dozing off, once again thoughts of her dad's cock started flashing through her mind. She absent-mindedly started to feel his abs beneath his T-shirt and imagined what she might find if her hands would just creep down beneath her daddy's waistband. Those thoughts woke her right up with a sexual appetite she hadn't felt since the first time she'd been with a boy. She found she couldn't resist and started trying to discretely bring her hand down there.

She slowly stroked her dads chest and abs, making soft slow circles, testing his reaction to see if he would wake up, but he made no sign to. Emboldened by the initial reaction she started to slowly work her way down. Her hand made its way to his waistband then slowly brought came back up under his T-shirt. She could feel the top of his pubic hair just above the waistline, the warm soft skin covering his firm abdomen. She made her way further up and felt the hair on his muscular chest. The sexual tension was hotter than the weather outside. Eventually, when her father made no sign to stir she made her way back down towards her true goal.

She tentatively slipped her fingers inside her father's waistband where she could feel his bushy pubes. She found herself enjoying running her fingers slowly through it.

Several of the boys she'd been with had shaved down there. Some of them even shaved their chests. Her father had grown up in an age where teens weren't constantly bombarded with pictures of what the media considered the beauty standard, and besides, she felt he had the self confidence to not feel the need to compare himself to the latest body trend. Her father kept fit for the thrill of maintaining his ability to do anything he put his mind to, not to impress or intimidate others with his physique. If his old college ultra-running buddy came to visit and asked if he’d fancy joining him for a 20k run, he’d be game. If his rowing club friends needed a last minute sub, he wouldn’t let the side down.

She enjoyed the feeling of stroking his pubic hair some more, then moved a little lower down. She could feel the base of his penis and the swelling developing in his member.

She was so turned on. The wetness between her legs was surely going to show on her panties if she got up. She was on auto when she wrapped her hand around his erect penis and was surprised to find she struggled to close her petite fingers around his girth. Still on auto she started rubbing her hands up and down his shaft, feeling the ridges and veins beneath the skin. Especially the pronounced ridge of his glans.

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As he'd dozed off watching the movie, his own thoughts had drifted to his wife and the vision of his daughter emerging from her bathroom. Their bodies so similar they almost blended as one in his head. Sure, his wife was older now, and he loved how she'd matured into the woman she was now, but his daughter was just like his wife had been when they'd met in college.

Still, right now she was just his baby enjoying a cuddle with her daddy. He was so afraid to break the spell from just lying there cuddling his baby girl that he stayed motionless when she started to rub his abdomen and then his chest. He only started questioning her intentions when she'd slipped her hands under his top and carried on.

He was about to stop her when her hand made its way back down to his shorts and he lost his mind when her fingers slipped inside his waistband. 'Where the fuck if this going?' He thought to himself. He knew he should probably stop her, but couldn't find the resolve. When she grabbed his cock and started stroking it, all other thoughts left his mind and he gave in to his daughters sexual advances.

"Don't stop there baby" he whispered quietly.

She woke with a start from the trance-like state she'd been in, to look up at her dad's face and see him looking down at her and her hand on his erect cock.

"What? Did you really think you could stroke a man's cock and he wouldn't wake up?” He said with a smirk.

She realised immediately that she'd been naïve to think she could get away with this.

"I'm sorry daddy,” she whimpered in embarrassment. “When I came home earlier I saw you in the shower before you came down. You must have been missing mom I guess, because I saw you masturbating. I tried to blank it out because I didn’t want to embarrass you but I couldn't shake the picture of your cock from my mind".

"You're right. I was pretty stupid to think you wouldn't notice" she added, feeling sorry. Sorry that she’d caused an awkwardness to come between them, and sorry that the sexual spell seemed to have broken.

"Don't worry baby" he replied gently "I'm not mad.”

“…I did just say 'don't stop there', didn't I?" He added with a coy smile.

"Are you sure daddy? Really sure?" She pleaded as the possibility of playing with that huge cock returned to her.

"No, I'm pretty sure we shouldn't be doing this at all. But honestly, I couldn't resist you if you carried on and, since you still haven’t let go of my cock, I'm pretty sure you don't want to".

"Oh daddy, thank you for not being mad at me. Please can we carry on for a little bit at least?"

Her heart was beating so hard in her chest at the possibility.

He said nothing. She took it as a tacit approval.

Who were they kidding? This wasn't going to stop any time soon, at least not until he'd come.

She rested her head back down into his chest, and resumed stroking his cock, admiring it by the light of the screen saver on the home cinema system.

As she stroked his cock, slowly and gently, his hand slid down from her waist, over her hips, and on to her beautifully round ass. He started gently stroked her behind and softly groping the soft flesh.

They had clearly both given in to their physical desire and it didn't take long for her curiosity to ponder what his cock might feel like inside her mouth. She continued stroking him, admiring that beautiful cock in the soft light, catching a glint on his pre-cum, until she could resist no longer. The temptation was just too much. She brought her head down to his cock, one hand still stroking his shaft with the other propping herself so that she could eventually take in as much of her dad's cock as her mouth would allow.