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John Davis and his daughter Tisha pulled off the paved highway onto the narrow dirt road in his new SUV. Eighteen year old Tisha had just graduated High School and was going away for college in little over a month. He peeked down at her long tan legs under the denim shirt and noticed she didn't bother to push it down when she shifted her weight a few times while reaching for a new CD in the case at her feet.
"I think my favorite CDs are in my book bag." She said as she unsnapped her seat belt and almost crawled through the small opening between the two front captain's seats. Her body was almost lying prone when John glanced down at her skirt which was now pulled over her pink ass cheeks. He saw the thin white strip of panties pushed deeply in her buttocks and thought he could see a few blonde tendrils escaping out from between her thighs. He quickly looked back at the road.
"Here they are." She said as she moved back to sit next to him. She plopped back in the seat and snapped her seatbelt. She didn't even look to see if her dress covered her as she replaced the CD in her portable player and reclined the seat.
Luckily they were only a few minutes away from the cabin on the lake because now John could not only see her panties he could also see the dim shadow of her pubic mound and the indentation of her small pussy. The car slammed to a screech in front of the porch. A second longer and he would have smashed into the small wooden steps.
"Wake up Daddy." She giggled as she released her seatbelt and jumped out of the vehicle.
John watched as she ran down to the small boat dock where their small runabout 16 foot boat was tied. His friend who lived nearby had placed the boat there a few days ago. John grabbed the suitcases and carried them in the large one room cabin. It was really a hunting cabin the family had used when the men hunted years ago but now it was mostly used for long weekend getaways like the one he and his daughter were having.
"I wish Mom would have come." Trisha said as they sat eating the Fried Chicken they had picked up on the four hour trip up the mountain.
"She was busy with her new job." John answered. "This will give me a chance to be with my baby before she goes away to college."
"Oh Daddy you will see me during the breaks and holidays."
"Not enough." He smiled. They finished their dinners and as the sun dropped over the tall trees John and Trisha sat on lawn chairs at the end of the small dock.
"Let's go swimming." Trisha giggled.
"It's getting dark sweetie." John said. He was in pretty good shape for a forty-year old but was tired from the drive and the packing they had done that day.
"Come on. Don't be a party pooper." She said.
"I don't want to go back into the cabin and change."
"We have underwear on. Come on Daddy please?"
John thought back about the skimpy panties he had already seen under her skirt. "OK but let's wait until it gets a little darker." He tried to control his excitement.
Trisha squirmed in her chair as she looked at the slow sun sinking in the west. Finally when it could no longer be seen she jumped from her chair. "Last one in is a rotten egg." She laughed as she pulled her tee shirt over her tiny white bra. She started pushing her skirt down but stopped when she saw him just watching her.
"Come on dirty old man." She giggled realizing he was ogling her body. She took a big breath and pushed the skirt over her ivory bikini panties.
John couldn't believe what he was seeing. Her body had developed a lot more than what he had imagined. Her breasts were small but nice and round under the lacy bra. Her small pencil eraser nipples pushed out the thin cotton material. His eyes moved to her belly button where he saw a silver ring. "When did you get that?"
"A month ago." She smiled as she sucked in her taunt abs. "You like it?"
"I guess." He said not knowing what to say. His eyes moved south to her bikini panties and at the small pink rose embroidered at the top center. The panties were so tight he could see where her pubic mound started and its shape. She had shaved it into a thin strip that was about three inches long before it stopped over the shape of her small pussy lips.
"I guess I have grown up huh?" She whispered. It was the first time she had seen the look of desire and passion on his face. "Hurry up." She giggled as she turned to show him her cute round ass. One side of her panties was wedged into her tight buttocks which allow him the desirable view of her pink cheek.
Trisha dove into the cool waters and surfaced just in time to see her father standing at the end of the dock wearing only his grey and white striped boxers. Her eyes opened wide when he turned slightly to dive to the right of her. His penis was fully charged and pushed out the front of the underwear at least seven inches.
The cool water felt good and it did calm down his excitement somewhat. He surfaced and looked around for Trisha but she was somewhere underwater. He treaded water and waited.
The dim light was barely enough for Trisha's keen eyes to see his shape as she moved like a shark for the kill. He was turned away from her so she dashed up and forward until her long thin body wrapped around his. Her head surfaced. "Hi pops!"
John was shocked when she jumped on his back. He immediately felt her small breasts push into his back and her soft thighs wrap around his waist. "Hey you." He laughed as he tried to pull her off of him. As her body slid around his side her ankle pushed down against his hard-on. They both froze for a few seconds. His hands pulled her away from his bulge and as she moved off his hand moved down to grab onto her firm buttock.
So far it was just fun as they splashed each other and tried to push each other under. Trisha splashed her father and tried to swim away from him but he lunged at her to grab her and his hands clamped on to the elastic waistband of her panties. Before he could let them go her momentum pulled her slippery body from them. John let go just as the panties and her body separated. Her head popped up about fifteen feet from him.
