Your father wants to help

That was the plan at least, to masturbate yourself while your father did the same on the opposite side, and then you could forget that this moment had ever happened, but you had underestimated just how brazen your father could be.

As you lay on your side, you could hear your father shifting loudly, moving around. This might have caused you to pause earlier or be wary, but the more sound he made the easier it would be to hide your own noises.

"Summer?" your father said loudly, shaking you roughly. It caused you to nearly gasp in surprise, but you stifled it, too close to desire interruption.

"I guess John is still as heavy a sleeper even when he's a girl," your father said to himself. You didn't care what he said though, you were too close to climax to care about him, as you ignored the sounds of him taking off his clothes and shuffling through his bag.

That was until your father abruptly pulled the top part of your sleeping bag off, your brain freezing in fear, causing you to stop and let your hand fall limply to the ground as you feigned sleep.

Suddenly you could feel a pair of hairy legs slide against yours, followed by the soft tip of his lower appendage sandwiching itself between your buns.