The Line in the Sand

Heather looked into her father’s eyes and saw the same gentle, loving eyes she’d known her whole life staring back at her. But, for the first time ever, she saw something in his gaze that she’d only ever seen directed at other women. Lust. Desire. Want. Need. Hunger. She was playing with fire; dabbling in a fantasy she didn’t really know if she wanted to make reality. Part of her, the part that was damp and hot between her legs, desperately wanted the mental image of her father’s cock thrusting in to her young, tight pussy to become real and physical. But even before that, even if they just kissed here, it would change everything. They might never be able to return to a father-daughter relationship. They might not be able to return to any kind of relationship at all.

She licked her lips and swallowed hard, her mouth tingling at being so close to his. At any moment, either one of them could simply lean in and press their lips against the other’s. It was scary and hot to think that a few millimetres were all that separated them from desolating their familial relationship, all that separated them from creating a new relationship as lovers. A thought Heather had never fathomed until yesterday. Until she’d seen Brandon fucking his own sister, until Kurt had spanked her and made her call him ‘daddy’, until she’d revisited that old, buried memory of her father stepping out of the bathroom naked. Since then his cock had been on her mind, like her brain was stuck on a loop. And then, as if the universe were giving her the all clear, here he was, her hands on his bare shoulders, their lips nearly touching, her father at the mercy of her dark, incestuous desire.

Heather jumped, startled, as the cabin door opened. She looked up in unison with her father to see three people staring back, all surprised. Dr. Bishop looked the most shocked, audibly gasping as her mouth hung open, though being polite and respectful as she was, she covered her gaping mouth with both hands. Naturally, she was angry. As a parent and an adult, she recognised that Robert shouldn’t have been in this situation, shouldn’t have allowed the circumstances to escalate to almost kissing his own daughter.

Beside Monica, Hannah grimaced, and face palmed, hiding her eyes from the sight before her. As promiscuous and worldly as Hannah considered herself, the young blonde woman had never experienced ****. She’d never even entertained taboo thoughts about her own father, or her mother, or even Ashley for that matter. Not that she necessarily had a problem with it. If Heather was of age and consenting, and they were being safe, then no big deal. Let them have their fun. Hannah simply felt embarrassed for having walked in on the pair. Idiots could have at least went to a bed room, she thought, rather than playing with the moral boundaries of society right out in the openness of the living area.

Finally, Kurt simply smirked and scratched his head. He, of the three, was the only one aware of Heather’s fantasies and had even considered the possibility of Heather and her father getting closer than parents and their children should. But he’d mainly put that idea down to his own dirty mind. He was somewhat bemused to find that his dirty mind had been right on the button. They’d very clearly interrupted Heather’s seduction of her own father and he wondered, what might have happened had they only entered five or ten minutes later.

“What’s going on here?” Monica demanded, finding her voice through her outrage.

“Nothing. I was just giving my father a shoulder rub,” Heather said, straightening up. Nothing had actually happened, so it wasn’t really much of a lie. In this situation it seemed better just to deny everything and let them chalk it up to seeing what they wanted to see. “He said he was feeling stiff from stress, so I offered to help with a massage.”

“Yes, we can see how stiff with stress he is,” Hannah noted, her shrewd eyes resting upon his tight crotch, the material of his trousers pulled taut against the shape of his cock.

“I can assure you all, nothing untoward was going on here,” Robert insisted, though it sounded disingenuous when he was simultaneously fixing the buttons of his shirt. “I…I didn’t expect to see you here, Monica.”

“No, Robert,” she barked back. “You are not changing the subject that easily. A word. Now!”

“Alright, alright,” he relented, adjusting his trousers to try and mask his thick cock as he stood. “Let’s talk in private. Are any of the rooms free?”

“Uh, try the Queen bedroom,” Heather suggested, remembering that the sounds she’d heard earlier had came from the Master bedroom.

Heather, Hannah and Kurt watched as the two parents walked down the hall, Monica following Robert to the aforementioned bedroom. Robert opened the door and held it for Monica, moving in after her and closing it tightly behind him. As they disappeared into the room. Hannah snickered beside Heather.

“You know, I heard you and your father were close, but I never imagined that you were that close,” Hannah jeered.

“Shut up,” Heather snapped, bouncing from one foot to the other. “I told you, nothing happened.”

“But you wanted it to, right?” Hannah pressed her further. “You don’t have to lie to me, girl. I’ve been where you are; frustrated. I know the signs; flushed face, fidgeting and squirming, I bet if I pulled your panties down right now, your arousal would fill this room like the scent of a fresh baked pie.”

“S-so? Maybe I’m just horny,” Heather stammered, clenching her fists at her side. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Doesn’t mean it had anything to do with my dadd, ahem, dad.”

As much as he enjoyed seeing his cousin caught off guard for once, Kurt sensed that he’d better put a stop to this back and forth before it turned violent. Partly because, this was one girl that he wasn’t so sure Heather could take. Any other girl, any day of the week, Heather could beat them hands down, no contest. But Hannah might just be in whole different league.

“Alright, simmer down ladies. Whatever may…” Upon seeing Heather glare at him, Kurt added, ‘or may not...have happened doesn’t really matter now. Let’s just talk about something else.”

“Ok, like where the others are, huh?” Heather asked, turning to face Kurt.

“What others?” Kurt eyes shot back and forth, trying to think to what his cousin was referring.

“The others. Victoria, Chloe, Gavin. You know, the other fucking people who went on the hike with you,” Heather growled, in no mood to suffer Kurt’s incompetence.

“Oh yeah.” Kurt frowned at being reminded of the thick bodied red head. Between meeting Hannah and catching Heather with her father, he’d almost forgotten entirely about Chloe. “I’m sure they’re on their way back.”

“On their own? You left them without a guide, really, Kurt?” Heather closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. “They could be lost, or hurt, or worse.”

Kurt waved off Heather’s concerns. They were all smart people. The way back was basically just the way there but in reverse. Kurt had no doubts that all three of them could manage that much.

“I’m sure they’re fine.” He assured her.