"Okay sweetheart, turn left up here." Garrett tapped his fingers lightly against his daughter's upper thigh. He smiled even though he knew Makayla was busy paying attention to the road. Every thought conceivable ran through his mind as his hand occasionally drifted under her beautiful, white, airy sun dress. A gift from Larissa.
He recalled days of her as a little girl. How sweet and soft-hearted she always was. How she always thought of others before herself. He grimaced, still uncomfortable with the way their relationship had taken its turn, one year ago tomorrow. How could he do such a thing? Was it a somewhat normal thing to even think of one's daughter in such a way? He loved her more then anything. At times throughout her life, he had actually cried at how much he could love another person. Garrett caught her eyes, turned toward him, as she sped up the narrow, two-lane road.
"Where the hell are we?" Makayla questioned as she shifted into fourth gear.
"Larrisa wrote that we should continue on this road for another five miles and then to be on lookout for a very small, dirt road with a fence and a security gate."
Garrett only took brief moments to glance at the road during the mysterious excursion. His eyes stayed firmly on his beloved daughter; taking in her incredible beauty. The light dress that Larissa had given her fit like it was hand-made for her. It tugged softly on her waist, collecting in flowing ruffles about her silky thighs. She paid no attention to the hemline as it waved up and down her legs from the turbulent wind tossing through the convertible. His eyes roamed over her completely. The straps of the dress were almost invisible, biting into her radiant shoulders. The bright orange glow of the quickly setting sun sparkled against her. Her skin seemed to consume it like a warm bath.
Her breasts looked delicious, as always, carefully kissing each other; tucked tightly in the almost transparent fabric. They perched high with an enormous amount of luscious cleavage spilling out of the top. Her hair danced behind her in long, bronze spirals. Thin, white ribbons curled and tangled themselves in her luminous locks, each one tying up a small portion of her hair on each side, keeping it away from her face. She was nothing short of a goddess.
He knew tonight was the night. Tonight all the long-awaited, passionate yearnings would show themselves. He eagerly read the last line of the directions again and tucked them back into his brown jacket pocket.
"Here! Here baby!" Garrett clenched his fingertips into the elastic softness of his daughter's thigh. He firmly braced himself from the immediate force of the car slowing. He hoped out of the car and quickly inserted the key that was taped to the letter into the hardened steel padlock. He waved his daughter in as he opened the gate and then looked around cautiously as he secured it. No one for miles.
"Wow Daddy!" Makayla tip-toed into the doorless entryway of the small structure. "What is this place?" She peered around, amazed at it's rustic beauty.
"I see now." Garrett thought aloud. "I remember Larissa and Liam talking about an old cabin that belonged to her grandfather. She talked about how she and Liam had planned to build a house on the land. I remember her saying how beautiful it was." Garrett craned his neck upward at the looming, exposed, wooden beams of the roofless cabin. The sky burned an almost magical rainbow of colors. Hints of stars had already began to form in the western sky, but eastward it blazed in shades of purples, pinks and oranges. Makayla followed his stare.
"Wow. She was right. You can see forever way up here. Look, Dad, there's the city." Makayla inhaled the warm, summer air as she gazed though one of the cabins large, windowless openings in the wall. The mountain seemed to hide itself from the rest of the known world.
"Another note," Garrett softly muttered as he slipped the paper from the envelope. He felt his daughter's arm slip around his waist. He read it out loud:
"Hey guys! I hope you're enjoying my little piece of paradise. I hope to, one day, make it back there. This is all for you two, so make the most of it. Everything there is for you. Light the candles. There are three blankets in the small box in the corner. Take them outside if you wish. The bed is on loan, so if you would, take the linens off and bundle them in one of the blankets. I trust that you brought the wine I left for you two as well. If you feel the urge, I left a small camcorder in the box. There's plenty of tapes and two spare batteries. That is completely up to you, of course. I'm so excited for you two. I can't keep my mind from imagining what will happen tonight. Remember, you are completely alone. I have never once seen anyone anywhere near that cabin in all the times I've been up there. I love you both so much! See you soon! Larissa."
"How could anyone be so sweet?" Makayla rounded the side of her father, peering up into his eyes.
"One in a million, huh?" Garrett smiled at his delicate, young daughter. "Make that two." He leaned over to meet her lips with his. Her arms gently wrapped around his neck.
Garrett's anticipation peaked as he glanced at his beautiful, virgin daughter each time he lit a candle. She sat patiently on the big, fluffy bed holding two thin glasses of crystal-white wine by the stems. She smiled as her father met her.
"Wow, this is a really soft bed!" Garrett felt the nervous timber in his voice. He reached for the offered wine glass, sipping as he ran his hand across the cool, white sheets.
"These must have cost a fortune. I don't think I've ever felt anything like them." Makayla slid closer to her father. "Nervous Daddy?" She ran her hand over the top of his.
"Yes." Garrett's mind fought with itself. He felt Makayla pry one of his legs apart. He moved the other wider as his daughter slid her body back against him.
She tilted her head back and turned slightly to meet his face with hers. Garrett breathed in her fragrant hair as it fell across his shoulder.
"I am too, Daddy. I've wanted this for so long." She quickly turned further, placing her soft hand on his cheek. "It is happening, right Daddy?" She innocently stared at her father with the fear that it wouldn't. "You are going to take my virginity tonight, right?"
Garrett's cock thumped as the words tickled his ear. "Yes. It is happening tonight." Garrett swallowed hard. "I want nothing more then to be your first." He shoved his hand into his coat pocket. "But first..." He laughed as his daughter gasped at the sight of the long, black box before her. "For my gorgeous daughter. Happy Birthday, Princess."
Makayla gave him a quick peck on the cheek and leaned back further against him so that he could watch her open it. "It's not my birthday yet, Daddy. I'm still eighteen for a few hours." She winked as the sentence affected her father firmly against her perky, little ass. She tugged on the box lid. "Oh... my...GOD, DADDY!" Makayla's eyes glowed brighter then the fire of the large diamonds. "These are... these are... oh my, Daddy! These are breathtaking!" She unsecured one of the earrings and quickly brought it to her ear.
"Then you like them?" He coughed teasingly as Makayla turned around and planted herself against him in a tight embrace.
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered. "I love them. And I love you."
Seriousness quickly took over them as she lifted her embrace and lowered her lips to his. Delicately they kissed. Slowly circling father's and daughter's tongues tasted one another.
Garrett hesitated. "One more." Garrett pulled a smaller, matching box from his pocket.
He bathed his vision in his daughter's image, taking her into his memory. He smiled excitedly as Makayla knelt in front of him, prying open the box's hinge.
