That and home

So you wake up the next morning, pack up your campsite and go home. You both ride home in silence as it's one of the longest rides in your life. You enter a house without saying a word, doing both your laundry and taking a long shower trying to wash off the memories of what your dad did to you.

Over the next several days you still are haunted in your dreams by what happened hoping it was all just a bad dream. Especially since your dad doesn't say a word about it. But about a week and a half after the trip your dad comes to you and you realize it's not a dream.

The two of you are home alone, not the first since the trip but it's something you try avoid as much as you can.

You are watching tv and you hear him walk in from the kitchen. "Hey Summer, I believe you still owe me a few things and since your mom denied me last night, it's time to pay up."

"W-what? What are you talking abo---" Before you can finish, you start to turn your head and your heart sinks in your chest.

Your dad unzips his pants, letting them and his boxers fall to the ground. "You know, you owe me two blowjobs and one of those is now." he says, slowly stroking his cock, making it hard. You see the look in your eyes and it's that same look of lust from the campsite.

Your knees start to shake unsure of what you will do. You don't want to suck it but if you don't fight it, your mouth may be the only hole he fills.