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"I knew driving straight through was a bad idea," Roger said ruefully, absently patting his daughter on the knee as they turned into the car park of the chain motel, rolling slowly down to the end of the row of cars parked outside each identical door. "Sorry, honey. I know you'd rather be in your own bed."
Jessie rolled her eyes. "It's fine, Dad. At least this place still had rooms."
"A room," Roger corrected her, watching the NO light up in front of the VACANCY sign. "It should be fine... the clerk said the sofa's a pullout."
Another eye roll from his daughter. "Dad-dy. You think just 'cause I'm fifteen I'm too big to share a bed with you? It's fine." She snatched the room key from him and bounded out of the car. Roger watched her go, all flying dark braids and pleated skirt, looking younger than her years, save for how short the skirt was.
It'd have to be fine. Surely he could deal with one night with her lying right there beside him instead of safely in the other bed of the double they'd shared during the Disneyland trip. Apart from anything else, he was far more exhausted than he'd thought he would be; sure, the drive was a solid eight hours, but he'd started feeling drowsy early in the afternoon, and a power nap had only taken care of that for so long.
There was no way Roger was risking losing his little girl in a dumbass car accident. So here they were in a seedy motel room a far cry from their decadent vacation hotel room, with a singular bed that he really wasn't sure was the queen it claimed to be. Jessie was having a blast anyway, opening all the cupboards and exclaiming over the shoddy pretense of amenities.
"Do you want coffee, Dad? I'll make you coffee while you shower." She held up a single-serving packet of instant coffee. "Aren't these so cute?"
"Real cute," Roger agreed, kicking his shoes off and stumbling into the tiny bathroom.
The shower refreshed him enough to sit down at the two-seater table and drink the coffee Jessie had made; she'd put sugar and creamer in but there was still a slightly bitter, burned taste to it. Roger drank it anyway, and tried not to stare when his daughter came out of the bathroom, nipples poking at the front of her pale pink nightgown. She was growing up, starting to look like her mother. Maybe a little too much like her mother.
As though she'd heard his thoughts, although perhaps not all of them, Jessie said, "I'll sleep on Mom's side." She folded back the covers, clicking on the small bedside light. "Don't forget to brush your teeth!"
"Did you brush yours?" Roger asked.
Jessie came over and exhaled a minty fresh gust into his face before giggling and kissing his cheek. "Don't stay up too late," she warned him, before sliding into bed.
Roger had to stay up another ten minutes, despite the increasing warm press of exhaustion on his mind, so that she'd had time to fall asleep. It wouldn't do for his daughter to see the state of arousal he was in.
If there had ever been a time to "accidentally" take advantage of her, it was here and now, where his hands could roam anywhere under the covers and, if she woke, he could simply stop and offer fulsome apologies.
No. God, no. The thought was abhorrent. A passing notion that he could push away with disgust, if not with as much ease as he would have liked.
Roger turned off the overhead light and slid into bed beside Jessie, leaning over her to switch off the bedside light as well.
"Jess?" he whispered, but was met with only a tiny snore.
Roger hesitated, and allowed himself to kiss her soft cheek just once before settling to lie on his back, fists balled at his sides, willing his unwanted erection to go down. He'd go to church the very next Sunday, he resolved, and get his head right. It wasn't right to be having lewd thoughts about his little girl. Not right at all.
Sleep took him surprisingly quickly, given his state of unresolved arousal.
Jessie didn't have to wait long until Daddy was out cold. Maybe it had been a risk, dumping so much of her sleeping pills into his coffee, but Roger was a big man in many respects and he had the constitution for it. Anyway, it wasn't like she hadn't been testing the dosage on him. If only they hadn't had separate beds during the dumb Disneyland trip.
As soon as she was sure he was out, she switched the light back on and pulled one of his eyelids back. Yep, he was way far gone. Jessie dragged the covers down. Not every part of him was sleeping, though. She eased his cock out of his shorts, and at the touch of her hand it went from half to fully hard very quickly.
She'd wanted to take this a step at a time. Acquaint herself with him a bit more, night by night. But there was simply no way to explain to him why she was in his bed and his dick was out that wouldn't have led to him stepping in front of a rollercoaster, convinced that he'd assaulted his little girl.
Jessie pulled her nightie off and curled in close beside her Daddy, closing her mouth over the solid head of his cock. This was now past the point of explanation as well, but she was confident that the pills would either keep him down or make him drowsy enough that he'd think it was all a dream. Her fingers worked between her thighs, rubbing along her bare wet pussy, pressing inside herself as she took him deep into her mouth. A low whimper escaped him, but he didn't wake.
He still didn't wake when she'd had enough of tasting him and crawled up his body, sitting astride him, looking at how naked and helpless he was. Thank God his dick was still wide awake.
Part of her had wanted him to be awake for this. Even if he'd thought she was asleep. Part of her had wanted to know what he would say to convince himself that it was okay to give in to the temptation that she'd started seeing in his eyes back when she was twelve. It was the same part of her that started wearing too-small dresses when she was at his place, watching the way he'd look at her bare thighs and the small rises of her breasts and then back at the television. The same part of her that started using her mother's perfume.
She'd spritzed just a touch of it on after her shower. Maybe it was helping, if there was any doubt in his sleeping mind. Jessie didn't think there was much going on in there though.
Jessie had practiced with her fingers enough times to not be too worried, but God, he was a lot thicker than her fingers. It was exactly what she'd been tempted by for so long, but it hurt. It wasn't a bad enough pain to stop, though. Just a moment or two of stinging, and then he succumbed to how wet and ready she was and slid inside. Her eyes rolled back from the sensation of fullness, of being penetrated so deeply and thickly.
She couldn't help but think it would be so much better if he were thrusting into her, but riding him wasn't so bad. It felt good to be so full, to move slowly at first and then to find a good angle and go faster, and then yes he was hitting just right inside her and Jessie bit her lip to keep from screaming, grinding her hips quick and hard.
Roger's lips parted and he let out a low moan, then a louder one, but his eyelids didn't so much as flutter. It was fascinating how far gone he was. She wished she could sit on his face, feel those lips against her pussy, feel his tongue exploring inside her.
She'd thought that in the depths of sleep with the scent of his ex-wife's perfume on the air he would have said her name, if anyone's, but he whimpered again and then moaned, "Jessie," and it was real enough that she came, spasming tight around his fat cock inside her, feeling him pulse out his own orgasm on the heels of hers.
Jessie got off of her Daddy reluctantly and wiped him clean quickly, tucking him back into his shorts and pulling the covers back up before scurrying into the bathroom to clean herself up.
As she slipped back into bed beside him, turning out the light once more, the throb and ache between her thighs was so strong that she couldn't help but reach down and take care of herself. Deeply satisfied, she fell asleep, already anticipating the next time she might get to make him a special coffee.