Heather distracts her Father

Heather decided that she didn’t want her father to fuck Hannah. Maybe it was because Hannah was someone she knew, maybe it was because it was Ashley’s sister or maybe it was just because she was frustrated from not going on the hike and wasn’t going to sit idly by as life threw her yet another curve ball. Or maybe, possibly, those dark little desires she’d caged up in her mind were beginning to break free. Usually her father’s promiscuity didn’t bother the young, dark haired woman, but for many reasons this time, in this situation, Heather found the thought of her father with another woman deeply upsetting. The only real questions was ‘how’.

“Daddy,” Heather said, stoking the heat between her legs as she said the word. “Can I speak with you?”

“Of course,” he agreed, his voice still low. “But isn’t that what we’re doing?”

“I mean, alone,” Heather clarified, glancing at Hannah over his shoulder. “Just…the two of us?”

“I see, alright,” Robert said, nodding. “Can we go inside?”

“Yes, let’s go sit on the sofas and get comfortable.” Heather hoped that Ashley and the others weren’t using the living area at least. But given how quiet the cabin was from outside she assumed that they must be in one of the bedrooms or at the back of the cabin. All Heather had to do was keep her father busy until they were finished. He might not be so keen on sex with a bunch of teenagers running about, especially if one of them was Hannah’s sister.

Robert followed his daughter as she took his hand and led him towards the cabin door. He looked over to Hannah and asked, “Can you wait out here while I talk with my daughter for a moment?”

“Oh alright,” Hannah accepted reluctantly, and then with a sultry sort of tone she called, “Don’t leave me out here for too long though.”

The way that bitch was talking to her father just made her want to scream. But Heather turned her face away so that neither could see the effect it was having on her. Instead, she focused on opening the cabin door and poking her head in to check for any other occupants. The living area was completely clear, though she did hear what sounded like thuds in the master bedroom. She really hoped Ashley wasn’t murdering Lisa back there.

“Come on in,” she said, pulling her father in through the door and dragging him over to a couch. She pushed him back then took up the seat beside him. Though she was really sitting on both his and her cushions as she curled up as close as she could to his body. She tucked her legs beneath her body, her feet poking out beneath her butt and leaned in against his chest, her soft, barely covered boobs pressed against him. She rested her head on his shoulder, her nose close enough to smell the old fashioned manly cologne on his neck.

“H-Heather?” Her dad stuttered and when she glanced up she could see that his eyes were trying very hard not to look down into her very open cleavage presented by her bra. “What are you doing?”

“Just snuggling with you daddy,” She cooed, hardly believing the words coming from her own mouth. “It’s been a few days out here without you and I just realised how much I missed you when you showed up today. Every morning we talk and you give me a kiss on your way out to work. I’ve been craving your company ever since I came out here without you.”

“Oh, well, I’ve missed you too, though you might not think it, seeing as I forgot you were up here,” her father laughed, his usual masculine boom but there was something else to it today…an awkward sort of tension underlying his humour. “But I have missed our time together…I just think that…maybe, your attire is a little…inappropriate for this kind of…contact.”

“Really?” Heather sat up a little and feinted concern as she looked down at her chest. And since they were talking about them, Robert allowed himself a glance too, noting how full and smooth her large tits were. “It’s not like you to comment on my clothing, daddy.”

“I guess I never usually notice how little you’re wearing,” he said, then realising he was giving away his thoughts, he corrected himself. “I mean, how much or how little you’re wearing.”

“It’s just a bra,” Heather said, making a show of trying to fix the underwear to cover herself up better, when actually she was pulling the cups away from her breasts. She pulled them down until the wire was just above her areolas, her fingers rubbing over her nipples. “It covers me as much as any bikini I wear around the house.”

“It’s not a bikini though, it’s a bra…but you’re probably right. I don’t want to spoil you’re your Spring Break fun,” her father said, averting her eyes as her boobs jiggled against her hands. “Anyway, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

“I just wanted to talk with you, like we usually do,” Heather lied, mind racing to think of a topic that would distract her father. “How’s the business?”

“You want to talk about the business?” Robert arched an eyebrow.

“Sure. I love when you talk about your work. It always gets you all fiery and passionate,” Heather said, and it was true. Her father didn’t just work to make money. Business was something he was very good at and he enjoyed, and because of that enthusiasm and drive he had been able to become something of a magnate in the area. And it just so happened to be a topic that Heather knew he could talk for hours about. “And seeing as I am your daughter and inherited your keen business sense, maybe I can help you look at things from a new perspective if you’re having any problems.”

“You have always been a good sounding board,” Robert admitted, straightening up as Heather leaned back against him, her warm boobs pressing against his shirt. “Well, there isn’t much to tell. I’ve been pushing through some major land acquisitions with the shareholders and if all goes to plan there will be some great developments coming soon.”

“Why do I feel a but coming?” Heather asked.

“Because you’re very perceptive,” her father said. “There have been some hold outs, both on the board and in regards to local land owners. Shareholders I can deal with, because in the end that always comes down to money, but if we can’t get the land, we may need to consider scaling back the project.”

“Sounds stressful, daddy,” Heather sympathised.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Robert assured his daughter. “You should have seen it in the early days when I was just starting out. That was stress. Late nights, early mornings, staring at documents for hours just trying to make the money match, and when I wasn’t in the office, I was schmoozing and networking.”

“Oh wow, how did you cope?” Heather replied. “What did you do to relax?”

“Oh, well, you know me, honey, I’ve always been able to find time for fun around the job.” And then, thoughtfully, he added, “Though after I met your mother, she used to give me shoulder rubs. She was very good. As soon as her fingers touched me it was as if all my worries and problems just melted away.”

“I could give you a shoulder rub!” Heather exclaimed, sitting up.

“What?” Robert watched as his daughter stood and made her way around to the back of the sofa. “No, honey, that’s not necessary.”

“Hush, daddy, I want to,” Heather said as she leaned over the sofa and placed her hands on his broad shoulders. “Let’s see if I inherited mum’s hands.”

Her father watched as her hands snaked around his neck, her fingers nimbly unbuttoning his shirt. Still as a statue, he saw her digits pry open the buttons one by one. His brain went blank as he tried to think of the right course of action. Should he stop her? But if this was all innocent would it only freak her out that he thought it wasn’t? But if he allowed it to happen was he basically condoning her behaviour? He knew his daughter to be confident in her sexuality much as he was, but this…this was too much. Wasn’t it?

“W-what are you doing?” He asked, trying to find some middle ground between his fears and desires, and attempting to gauge his daughter’s intentions.

“I can’t get under the shirt to massage you if it’s all buttoned up like that, can I, silly?” Heather answered playfully, her breath in his ear.

As she reached half way down his chest to unbutton the shirt one last time, her breasts pressed against the back of his head. She could feel his hair tickling between her cleavage and the coolness of his scalp refreshing against her hot chest. With the button undone, and fearing going much further without good reason, Heather drew her hands back up her father’s chest, dipping beneath the folds of his shirt and feeling his strong, rugged chest against her palms. Her breathing turned shallow and ragged as she felt his firm muscles under her fingertips. Behind his head, she bit her lip, begging herself not to moan or whimper audibly. Everything was going so well and she didn’t want anything to break the spell.

Her hands reached his neck, pulling back his collar and spaying out the shirt so that she could slip her hands under. She pressed her fingers into his collar firmly but not so hard as to dig into the skin. With the flats of her fingertips she pushed out, stroking the muscle outward from his neck, while her palms rested on the top of his shoulders. With her thumbs she pressed against the base of the back of his neck, rubbing in circles, feeling the hard muscles beneath the loose skin.

“Is…is that ok?” She whispered in his ear. “Does it feel good?”

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and enjoying his daughter’s hands on his shoulders.

“As good as mum's?” She asked, moving her hands lower, rubbing along his collar bone and allowing her fingers to graze his pectoral muscles again. “Does it make you feel as good as mum did, daddy?”

The thing he had left out was that her mother’s massages always ended the same way. The feeling of his then wife’s hands on his shoulders and neck, trailing down his chest, had gotten him hard in a way that no other woman had ever done. He’d had other neck massages sure, but there was something unspoken and erotic about the way Brooke had massaged his body. Until now, that was. Heather’s hands on his body had made his trousers incredibly tight and he was sure that if his daughter just looked down, she would notice his cock straining against his work trousers.

He told himself it was because of Hannah, because of why he’d come to the cabin and most of all he told himself it was wrong to get so stiff and erect while his daughter was touching him. But all that came from his lips was another groan of approval, spurring Heather on.

Heather brought her hands out to his upper arms, rotating her hands and stimulating the joints. She knew a lot about massages. It was important to know how to relax and ease tension in muscles when you’re a cheerleader. She just never expected to be able to put this knowledge to use on her own father. She leaned in again as she pressed hard, his strong, muscles requiring more ****. She relished in an opportunity to push her breasts against his head again. She brought her head down beside his, looking down his shirt at his rugged, toned chest. And as her eyes slipped lower she did indeed see the outline of his cock pushing against his trousers.

She licked her lips and inadvertently sighed, moaning, “daddy,” right into his ear.

“Mmhm?” He queried, expecting something to be wrong.

“Daddy…” she sang breathily again, her voice strained and husky.

Robert opened his eyes and turned his head, surprised to find his daughters face right by his. Their lips were inches apart, and their hot breaths could be felt on the other’s mouth. He stared into her eyes, glazed and ****. He swallowed hard as he heard her whisper for a third time.

“Daddy…”

He realised she wasn’t calling him. She was begging. But for what? With her face this close, it felt so natural just to lean in and kiss. But this was his daughter? And he was her father. This was a line that he should not cross, no matter how he was feeling. If he were to kiss his daughter, there would be no coming back from something like that. It could destroy their relationship irreparably. So why did it seem like she wanted it? And why did he want it too?