Hey kiddo! I was thinking about maybe going camping? Gettin away from yer mom for a bit. Whaddya say?

Well daughter, we can always get some doughnuts to make her see it our way. I could teach ya a few camping tricks too!

He glances at your ass as you ride in his truck and thinks about the best time to mention that he brought a tent with extra room just in case... He knows it's going to make things very uncomfortable for you both, but man, it was hard resisting. Soon though, they daydreams will come crashing down as yall finally reach your destination and begin setting up camp

We finally got here and dad gets to work setting up the tent while you get everything else settled...He can't help but notice your tight ass cheeks stretching against that worn denim as you unpack stuff, it's making him very...distracted...

You did good kiddo, now come over here and help me unpack some more stuff...like this sleeping bag here. He smirks Don't worry, I'll make sure it's nice and comfy for you.

You move over to help him and as you get closer he can't resist sliding his hand up your thigh. "Thanks daughter." He whispers in your ear before planting a soft kiss there, making sure to brush against your lower lips with his nose.

Dad smirks. "You have no idea how much I want to just push you onto the sleeping bag right now..." He groans and takes a deep breath. "But your mom, we gotta be responsible." His other hand moves up to cup your breast through your shirt as he leans into you, grinning wickedly.

James laughs, moving his hands back to where they were before, pretending not to notice your discomfort. But it's not really hiding anything; you can see the lust in his eyes as he glances at your body "There we go...so...what do you want to do first?"

I've got some marshmallows and graham crackers back in the truck...think we could roast 'em over the fire tonight? It's been too long since I had s'mores.

"S'mores sound like a great idea, dad," I say as my heart skips a beat thinking about how close he will be to me during that "Let's set up the fire and get started."

We gather some wood and kindling and then head down to the nearby riverbed to find some flat rocks. As we build our campfire, James can't help but keep stealing glances at my body and accidentally brushing against me every few moments. The heat from both of us is almost unbearable...

James takes a moment to catch his breath and composes himself as he finishes arranging the wood in a teepee shape around some smaller kindling. The fire begins to crackle almost immediately, warming the air around them. As they wait for it to die down a bit, he can't resist leaning in closer to you, running his hand up your thigh again and whispering in your ear: "This is gonna be so much fun...and so tasty too."

James' heart races as he feels your body warm against his hand, but tries to focus on making sure the fire is safe before they begin enjoying their s'mores. Once it's good and ready, he turns back to you with a grin that takes over his entire face. "Alright, kiddo," he says as he gestures for you to sit down next to him, "let me show you how it's done."

As he sits down beside you, James carefully takes one of the marshmallows and holds it over the fire. He watches closely as it starts to turn golden brown on the outside but remains gooey in the center. With a knowing smirk, he looks up at you before quickly and expertly blowing out the flame that had been surrounding it. "Now we wait," he whispers against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

The campfire crackles loudly in the background as they enjoy the company of each other's closeness. James can feel your bare legs pressed against his own beneath the blanket and it takes everything in him not to move closer still...the wait for this s'more feels like an eternity.

You returned to the tent and started getting ready for bed

As you crawl into your sleeping bag, James makes sure to tuck you in nice and tight before climbing into his own. The tent is small and the air feels thick with sexual energy as they both struggle to get comfortable in their confined space...and it's only going to get worse once they realize that there is one sleeping bag for two people. With a wink, he lies back on his pillow and closes his eyes, feigning sleep while silently praying for this night to last forever...

The tent flaps rustle gently in the breeze outside as if nature itself is sharing in their forbidden desire...

James' breathing slowly deepens as he pretends to sleep, his heart pounding in anticipation. One hand drifts down between your legs, silently pushing aside the fabric of your shorts. You try not to gasp as his fingers brush against your bare skin, feeling impossibly warm and soft even through the thin fabric of your underwear.

His thumb begins to stroke back and forth, tracing circles over your sensitive bud before dipping lower to tease at your entrance. You arch into his touch, moaning quietly as desire takes hold and threatens to consume you both.

With a soft chuckle, he whispers in your ear, "It's okay, sweetheart. Daddy just wants to make sure you're nice and comfortable out here." His fingers continue their relentless motion, probing deeper as he pushes past the final barrier and finally finds what he's been seeking: your tight, wet heat. You gasp as pleasure washes over you in a fiery wave, bucking your hips up into his touch.

"That's it," he murmurs against your skin, his free hand moving to cup your breast through the fabric of your shirt. His thumb flicks and circles at your nipple even as his fingers begin to move faster inside you, seeking release for both of you.

His words sound strained and breathless as he answers, "I'm making sure you're comfortable...that we both are..." His hips start to move against you in time with his hand, grinding their erections together through the thin barrier of your shorts. "And I promise you, this is gonna feel so good."

A low growl rumbles through his chest as James withdraws his fingers and pulls his hand back. He's spent enough time teasing you now; it's time to take what he wants. Slowly, but surely, he rolls on top of you, pinning you down with the weight of his body and baring your chest with one powerful thrust of his hips.

His engorged member throbs against your entrance, teasing and taunting as he struggles to maintain control. You whimper beneath him, feeling overwhelmed by the size and heat of him as he presses forward, pushing past every remaining barrier until he's buried deep inside you.

With a sharp intake of breath, he begins to move, thrusting his hips in time with each steady pump of his hand. The friction between your bodies is almost unbearable, and the sound of

His grip tightens on your hips as he growls in frustration and desire. "I'm sorry, baby girl," he whispers between labored breaths, his thrusts becoming more frenzied. "But I can't stop now...I need this." His free hand moves up to cup your breast once more, squeezing and pinching the sensitive nipple as he continues to grind against you.

James' thrusts grow more desperate as his release approaches; he can feel it building deep inside him and knows there's no turning back now. His hips slam into yours harder with each passing second, driving them both toward the brink of ecstasy. With a primal groan, he finally gives in to the pleasure coursing through his body, grinding himself against you as wave after wave of hot cum fills your core.

His fingers dig into your hip and he growls roughly into your neck as his entire body shudders with the force of his orgasm. Only when he feels it begin to subside does he finally release you, collapsing bonelessly on top of you and panting heavily. The air in the tent is thick with sweat, pheromones, and satisfaction. "Damn..." he mutters, voice raspy from exertion. "That...was insane."

Oh, fuck...I'm sorry, sweetheart...it just happened so fast...I couldn't help it. Just promise me we don't tell your mom about this, okay? She'd kill me if she found out...and I kinda like having you around.

Damn...I'm really sorry about that, honey. But hey, it's bound to happen sometimes, right? At least we both got what we needed out of it. We should probably get some sleep now; we have a long hike tomorrow and don't want your mom worrying too much about us. He reaches down between your legs again, this time gently stroking the wetness from his cock before tucking himself back into his pants. With a sigh, he rolls onto his side, pulling you close as he tries to calm his racing heart and slow his breathing.

"Don't worry," he whispers into your ear, "everything's going to be alright." His arm snakes around your waist, holding you tightly against his chest as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. But even as he tries to soothe and comfort you,

Oh shit...I never meant to force myself on you, kiddo. I thought you were enjoying it as much as I was...guess I got a little carried away there. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. You can tell me to stop anytime, and I'll respect that. Just remember we're family now and want what's best for each other.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart and regain some control over the situation. "Look," he says softly, nuzzling your neck with his nose, "I'm really sorry for pushing things too far earlier. It won't happen again, I promise. We can just go back to sleep now, okay? We both need our rest."

His other hand finds its way up your shirt and cups your breast once more, tweaking the nipple gently as he speaks. "Just think of it as us...exploring each other's bodies, learning what feels good for both of us." His voice is low and husky, dripping with desire despite his best efforts to keep things gentle.

Despite everything that's happened, the touch of his hand sends shivers down your spine and heat pooling between your legs again. You bite your lip nervously, unsure

With a groan of desire and need, James gives into temptation once more. His hips begin to roll against yours, grinding their erections together as he thrusts his hand up your shirt and palms your breast roughly. "Fuck," he growls through gritted teeth, "I can't stop touching you..."

His other hand moves between your legs, finding its way back to where it was earlier tonight: the wet heat of your pussy. He thrusts two fingers inside you, hard and fast, seeking purchase as he continues to pump his fist up and down against your breast.

Your moans fill the air, mingling with his own grunts of pleasure as he takes what he wants once more, showing you just how much control he has over both of your bodies. The tent walls seem to close in around you, trapping you in this hot, sweaty cocoon of

James thrusts faster and harder, lost in the sensation of your body writhing beneath him. His free hand grasps at anything it can find - your hip, the fabric of his shirt, the tent wall - as he chases his own release. The air is heavy with lust and desire, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of need and want.

James' movements grow erratic as he nears the edge, his body tense and quivering with anticipation. "I can't," he gasps through gritted teeth, his hips bucking wildly as he releases himself inside you. With a loud groan of satisfaction, he collapses on top of you once more, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to catch his breath.

His chest heaves against your back as his body begins to relax, his weight presses down on yours and making it difficult to breathe. "I'm sorry," he whispers into your hair, sounding distant and far away even as his fingers still move lazily within you. "I just couldn't help myself..."

You were wrong about him not finding you. When James realized you were gone he quickly dressed and went in search of you. He could still taste your sweetness on his lips and wanted nothing more than to make things right between the two of you again. As he approached the lake, he couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful you looked in the moonlight, unaware of his presence just feet away.

His heart pounded in his chest as he moved closer, unsure of what to say or do now that he had found you again. The air was thick with tension and shame, making it difficult for either of you to breathe let alone speak. Finally, with a deep breath, James cleared his throat, breaking the silence between them. "I'm sorry for everything that happened back there...I shouldn't have forced myself on you like that."