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Alexis Cantrell was late.

But it wasn’t her fault. Not this time, anyway—she was stuck in traffic and could see flashing blue police lights ahead, the same flashing lights she’d been watching for more than an hour while traffic sat at a standstill. It was a hot summer afternoon—the sun was still up, and the car’s AC was on full blast to compensate against the oppressive Southern heat.

Alex looked up to driver’s seat, where a man was sitting, playing a game on his cell phone. “Hey, you’re not charging me more for us being stuck in this, right?”

The ride share driver didn’t look up from his game. “Sorry. You’ll have to take it up with the Customer Service guys.”

“Shit.” Alex sat back in her seat, crossed her arms. Her little black dress was snug, hugging her curves in a comfortable manner—not too tight, not too revealing. It was the best dress she owned, a purchase she’d made for a first date with an ex-almost-a-boyfriend once before. She had a steady string of those.

Jeremy, the latest almost-a-boyfriend, was another attempt at an Internet romance that wasn’t working out. He was waiting for her at a nearby restaurant, a little place her co-workers had been raving about. She pulled her phone out of her purse, texting a quick update: *Still* stuck in traffic. Sorry!

He started responding, stopped, and started again—she watched it happen in real time, like he couldn’t decide what to say. Finally, he answered: JC its been almost 2 hrs already.

Alex frowned, began tapping with quick, deliberate precision. It isn’t my fault. I told you, I’m stuck behind a wreck on the highway. They aren’t letting anybody turn around.

Jeremy, it appeared, was unmoved by her plight or pleading. Just 4get about it he said, not even bothering to spell the message out properly. Maybe ill give u a call another time. L8r.

And, just like that, Alex’s night was officially cancelled. Hell, this latest almost-a-boyfriend hadn’t even come close enough to become ex material, but she was pretty sure he qualified as one now. She almost shouted out her frustration with a nice, healthy string of profanity, but just bit her cheek instead. She wanted to throw her phone out the window.

Instead of that, Alex sat back, blew out a sigh, and typed an address. “Can you take me here instead?” she asked, showing her phone to the driver. She wasn’t particularly happy at how events had played out, and didn’t give a shit what he thought about it.

“Sure, hang on.” The driver plugged in the address, nudged his car into the turning lane, and started the detour.

Alex sat back, tucked her phone away, and stared out the window. The sun would be setting in another hour or two, and the sky was far too blue and perfect to suit her mood. All combined, the traffic jam and detour cost her more than a good dinner would have anyway.

The car left the highway and, in a few more minutes, pulled into a well-to-do neighborhood set back from the main road. The houses were all too expensive for her to afford, but thankfully that wasn’t an issue on this particular evening, since the particular house she was visiting didn’t belong to her, anyway.

Alex was in a foul mood by the time the car pulled up to her destination. She forced herself to say goodbye, grabbed her purse, and started the walk up the driveway as the car pulled away.

The house was a wide two-story, with a spacious garage, a well-manicured front lawn and tasteful-looking foliage, with numerous tall trees and flowerbeds that were regularly tended to. A long line of lamps stretched along the driveway, and when they were lit they shone like lights on an airport runway. The window blinds were all drawn.

Rather than head for the front door, she pressed a numbered combination into a pad on the side gate and let herself into the backyard. Pulling off her pumps, she sighed and stepped into the grass, heading around for the back door.

Even though the property was far enough from its neighbors to give the owner some sense of privacy, the back yard was surrounded by a tall privacy fence for additional isolation, with rows of trees on all sides for some last bit of protection from any prying eyes. Alex had always appreciated that extra attention to detail—she’d spent a number of years here as a teenager, and enjoyed the peace of mind from having those protections in place.

The back yard was a space of more green grass with a large pool, hot tub and patio space for hosting guests or the occasional social event. Since there weren’t any cars in the driveway or lining the street, Alex knew the homeowner wasn’t hosting that evening, which was a relief to her—she was in no mood for company.

She saw a familiar figure on one of the lounge chairs at a distance, lying down. It was obviously a man, one that she immediately recognized. “Daddy!” She shielded her eyes from the sun as she approached.

Daddy gave a start and picked up his head to look in her direction—given the look on his face, Alexander Cantrell was surprised to see her. He immediately turned over on his chair and grabbed the beach towel he’d set to one side, standing up and pulling it around his waist. “Alexis! What are you doing here?” he said, turning to face her.

She walked up and kissed him on the cheek. “Hi, Daddy. Had another date fall through,” she said, grumbling. “I just wanted to see you. And I promised my roommate she could have the apartment to herself tonight—her boyfriend just got home from boot camp this weekend.”

“Well, that’s a nice gesture, I suppose.” Daddy was an attractive man: his short hair was a lighter brown-blonde, and he had an all-over tan. She was named after him, but she hadn’t inherited his more-casual manner—Alexis craved order and structure in her life; her father had always been far more relaxed, and had somehow made life work for him that way.

“Is Michele in?” she said, squinting over his bare shoulder at the house. Her dad’s girlfriend was…well, some people would have called her an “acquired taste.” Alexis thought she was a controlling bitch, but she wouldn’t say that to her face.

“Ah, no,” Daddy said. “No. She…she’s gone.”

“Oh, good,” Alexis said with a sigh. “I can find somewhere to hide or call another car before she gets back if you want.”

Daddy shifted the towel around his waist, looking a little awkward. “No, honey, that’s not… She’s gone. She, ah, left last week.”

“You mean…for good?”

“Yeah.” Daddy nodded and took a seat again.

“Jesus.” Alexis set her pumps and purse on a table. “You didn’t say anything about it.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” he said, crossing his arms on his lap. “It’s my problem, Lexi—you’ve got your own stuff to handle without trying to take up my burdens, too.”

“Well… Still, you didn’t have to…” Alex coughed, licking her lips. “Are you okay? Was it sudden?”

Daddy gave a small, butter chuckle. “Sudden, as in ‘months-in-the-making-sudden,’ I guess. The signs were there, but I didn’t see them—or didn’t want to see them, maybe.” He sighed, rubbing both hands across his face, like washing it clean.

She sat down next to him; the chair gave a slight creak under their combined weight. She hugged him tight, pressing another, longer kiss to his cheek. “I’m sorry, Daddy. That sucks.”

His chuckle was slightly less bitter that time—slightly. “Yeah, sweetie, it really does.” He sighed and looked away for a moment.

“I guess both of us aren’t having any luck at relationships lately,” she said, feeling awkward.

Daddy nodded. “Looks that way.”

Alex wasn’t sure what to say next. She looked down and suddenly noticed something that, in retrospect, should’ve been more obvious at the beginning. “Um… Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Are you…” She squirmed, pursing her lips as she gestured down to his waist. “Why are you…” She looked around, immediately feeling silly for it, since they were alone. “Naked?” She even whispered the last word.

Daddy snorted. “Generally, folks whisper when they’re worried about other people overhearing, Lex.”

“Well, you’re still naked!”

“It’s my house, dear. You came to visit me, remember?”

She wilted under his long stare, looking down. “That’s true, I guess.”

Daddy’s chuckle was bitter-free as he kissed her cheek and patted her knee. “I told you I was going on vacation again in a couple of weeks, remember?”

“Yeah.” Daddy took the same vacation every year; it had turned into a regular thing, him up and vanishing for a week or so near the end of August. “I remember.”

“There’s a resort down south I sometimes like to visit. I was planning on taking Michele with me again. But now…” He blew out a breath. “Now I’ve got an extra ticket I can’t get reimbursed for. I’m still going, but I wasn’t planning on flying solo this time.”

“What does that have to do with you being nude?” She still whispered the last word, ignoring his amused look.

“Parts of the resort are nude, sweetie. The nomenclature is ‘clothing-optional’ these days.” He wiggled two pairs of fingers for effect. “I was just getting back into the habit at home before the trip, that’s all. Michele didn’t visit those parts with me, but at least she was willing to go.”

“And now you don’t have anybody,” Alex said. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He waved a hand. “That’s alright, I’ve gone by myself before. It just feels like a waste of a reservation… Hell, you could come with me, if you wanted to.”

“Me?!” Her voice squeaked so badly it was almost inaudible.

“Why not? The room’s already bought and paid for. The plane ticket’s a loss, but I can get another—assuming you come with me.”

“I…” Alex pushed some hair back over her ear, suddenly faced with a decision she couldn’t have begun to plan for. “I don’t know, Dad—”

“Look, it’s fine.” He raised a hand to stop her, then kept a grip on his towel as he stood up. “It’d only be for about a week or so near the end of the month. Think it over, call your boss or whatever, make sure your roommate’s fine with uninterrupted, loud sex for a few days if you decide to go—that sort of thing.”

“Daddy!” Alex went hot all over. Her father was always a little loose with his tongue, but he wasn’t usually so blatant as that.

Daddy smirked. “We both know that’s what they’re doing, honey. I’m going back inside to change. You can stay here tonight. Just think it over.” With that said, Daddy turned and walked back to the house, letting himself inside and leaving the door cracked for her.

It was still hot outside, but Alex didn’t follow him in—she stared into the blue waters of the pool, puzzling over his surprise invitation. Alex hadn’t had a real vacation since she was a teenager, after her mother Louise died; Daddy told her to pack her bags and they were gone, taking off to Seattle on a surprise trip. Alex had cried into her pillow every night, remembering her mother wasting away in a hospital bed. Father and daughter used that trip to grieve, and to spend some long, quality time together. It was one of the best memories she had, something she thought back to for comfort when she needed it—they were just a pair of tourists, not having to care about sickness or bills, not caring who saw them or anyone asking uncomfortable questions.

On the other hand, a nude resort…well, “clothing-optional.” That meant she didn’t have to go places she didn’t want to go, right? Alex thought of herself as a very private kind of person, someone who didn’t even like showering without the bathroom door locked. Her father had no such hang-ups, though; she envied him for that. Alex wished she didn’t feel so squeamish about her own body.

A whole week away was a long time, but was it really? It might be another chance at a good memory, an opportunity to bond with him in a way they hadn’t had since she’d moved out. And she hadn’t taken a day off all year.

It was late in the day, but Alex had her phone. And it wouldn’t hurt just to check if she had the time available, right? The mental checklist in her mind began to scratch itself out, one item at a time.

No vacation in years? Check.

Time to spend with Daddy? Check.

Enough time off? Check.

Available disposable income? Check.

No other calendar conflicts with colleagues? Check.

No boyfriend to have to explain things to? Triple-check.

Alex stared at her phone when she was done, but she was looking right through it, asking herself the most obvious question of them all: did she really want to go?

The sun was nearly set by that time. Alex needed to cool off, so she finally stood up and headed for the house. By the time she reached the back door, she already had her answer.

“I’m going to throw up,” Alex groaned.

Daddy rolled his eyes and rubbed her back. “You’re not going to throw up, honey…or are you?” He squinted at her from his seat.

It was another hot, bright day in the late morning. The sunshine shining through the tall panes of glass that looked out on the airport runway was blinding, especially when it reflected off the bright white shapes of the airplanes rolling to and from the terminal gates. One such airplane was on approach, slowly rolling up to the gate where they were waiting.

“I’ve been wanting to throw up all morning,” she said. Alex’s heart was racing, her palms we’re sweaty and she felt like she was about to break out in hives at any second. She rested her head down on her knees and groaned. “Oh God…”

“You weren’t this nervous the last time we flew together,” he said.

“The last time we flew together, we weren’t going to Jamaica!” Alex hissed back. The look in his face was so surprised it made her almost burst out laughing, a sign of just how out of balance her emotions were at that moment. Instead, she forced herself upright, sighed and squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry, Dad,” she said. “I’ve just been so nervous lately. I mean… It’s here, right? No going back now.”

“Not after what I paid for a last-minute plane ticket, there’s not.” He rubbed her back again, and after a long moment of her staring at him, he winked. “It’ll be fine, honey. Just relax. Teach yourself to go with the flow a little.”

People eventually began to emerge from the open skyway doors, trickling out in ones and twos before a steady stream came after—the plane was de-boarding. Then, it’d be time to re-board it, which meant they’d be on their way to their destination soon.

Alex definitely did not want to throw up. She’d bought her outfit special for the trip: white shorts with matching canvas sneakers, strapless lingerie and a tie-dye midriff top. It felt vacation-y, like the sort of outfit she was supposed to be wearing on her way towards an international beach destination. She laid her head down across her arms and tried to relax. His hand rubbing her back did help, a little. “It’s not the flying that I’m nervous about,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“It’s not. It’s everything that comes after we’re off the plane.”

“Nonsense,” he said, still rubbing. “It’s beautiful there this time of year: warm, cool breezes, open sand for miles—”

“That’s the part that worries me.” Alex sat up again, feeling like a Jack-in-the-box; she was probably as emotionally stable as one, too. “I’ve never been to a place like that before. “

“Place like what?” The man had some nerve, looking at her all innocent.

“You know…” Alex lowered her head, and her voice to match. “A…resort like that. It’s a little nerve-wracking.”

“C’mon, Lexi. It’ll be fine.” She heard the smile in his voice. “Trust me.”

Alex turned her head, looking at him alongside for a long moment. She had to admit to herself that, maybe, she was being a bit melodramatic. “I just… I want this to be a good trip for you,” she said, slowly sitting up straight. “This is your vacation. You’ve been looking forward to this for awhile, right?”

He nodded. “I haven’t been back for a couple of years, actually.”

“Then I’ll do whatever I can to make it a good trip for you.” She smiled and patted his knee. “Okay? I promise.”

He gave her a funny look and a quirk of a smile. “Deal.”

The flight itself was uneventful, a three-hour stretch down to Montego Bay, on the north side of the island. Alex was completely unplugged from work—her phone was turned off and stowed away in her luggage—so she tried to read for pleasure on the flight. She was shorter than Daddy was, so she didn’t have any issues with legroom on the plane.

Alex had been doing her research online, reading up about nude—“clothing-optional”—resorts for more than a week before the flight, but informational articles and nude lifestyle blog posts only provided a part of the picture. However, one search result had taken her to a “swingers forum,” and a few threads offering resort reviews.

It was the sort of subject that Alex felt safe enough to read about in the privacy of her bedroom, away from prying eyes, but she was still tingling with unexpected excitement, days later. There were resorts of that sort all over the world, places on six different continents that allowed members to go nude, and some even allowed what were referred to—tongue-in-cheek, it seemed—as “PDAs,” Public Displays of Affection. The rules seemed to vary from location to location, but Daddy’s choice of resort seemed more liberal than most: a few candid pictures showed some visitors having sex right out in the open, careless of who might see them or be watching—or, seeing as swingers were sharing the pictures, that was probably the point. The videos were even more blatant, defying any sort of modesty or sense of shame, but Alex couldn’t stop watching them—she felt hypnotized, watching one after another, for hours, unable to stop herself.

Alex would’ve liked to talk to Daddy about what to expect when they arrived, but he laid his seat back, closed his eyes and napped the whole way there, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He was wearing shorts and leather sandals, with a pale blue button down shirt that looked good on his tan skin; he was a good looking man, she had to admit. In a way, Alex supposed that he really didn’t have a care in the world right now—this was his escape, a place away from the stresses of his IT work, or the unpleasant memory of the girlfriend who’d just left him.

After Alex’s mother died, it had taken her father years to put himself out on the market again, to try and find someone who could make him happy. Alex always felt that Michele hadn’t been the right person for him: she was too uptight, too controlling, too headstrong. She’d been a short, dark-haired spitfire of a woman, but Daddy did his best to remain committed. Now he was free again to find someone else. He could do whatever he liked at a resort like this one, probably.

Alex wanted to make this trip as pleasant and memorable a trip for Daddy as possible. So she went back to her book and tried to disengage her brain from all of the stresses and worries that were eating her alive for the past week. It was difficult, and Alex wasn’t sure she managed it all that well, but she did try.

The butterflies in her stomach started doing flips and nosedives as the plane made its approach, and they were practically in her throat by the time they landed. Disembarking almost felt like an out-of-body experience—Alex had never been to another country before, much less a Caribbean island; the air smelled different, like she’d stepped onto another planet. Customs was a simple thing, going from the U.S. to Jamaica, and before she knew it, they were out of the airport.

The sun was bright and blinding, just like it had been in the States, but somehow it felt warmer on Alex’s face. She could see the ocean, and everything looked lush, green and inviting. Her heart had slowed from its steady, panicked pounding. An hour or so after landing, she and Daddy had collected their luggage and were onboard a rental van provided by the resort to take them the rest of the way overland. The van was driven by a nice man with an accent so thick Alex could barely understand him, but he had a pleasant smile and seemed friendly. The vehicle was black with the name Pleasure Palace in red text, printed over a pair of crossed pitchforks. As signs went, she thought it a bit tad on the nose.

The road they took followed the northern coastline, with the water looking so clear and perfect it almost didn’t seem real. There was always something to look at—Alex knew she looked like a tourist, but seeing as she actually was one, she didn’t care. The anticipation and surreal excitement of what was coming still had her heart racing, but her earlier dread was gone. Through it all, Daddy was calm, looking out the window as they rode along.

“Aren’t you excited?” she asked him,

He nodded. “I am, yes. Don’t I look like it?”

Alex smiled. “For you, I guess.”

“Still ready to throw up?”

She shook her head. “I said I’d do whatever I could to make this a good trip for you. No more doom and gloom.”

“Good. I know you’ve always been the nervous type, so I’m glad you’re turning over a new leaf.”

“Gee, thanks Dad.”

Her tone made him laugh. “Sorry. Guess that didn’t come out quite right.” Daddy raised a finger, contemplating his words more carefully. “I know you’re the type to want things to turn out a certain way…so when they don’t, you worry. Is that accurate?”

Alex twisted up her mouth. “I guess so.”

“Well, you shouldn’t. Even if things might not work out the way you want, it usually works out for the best anyway.” He shrugged and slid an arm around her shoulders. “I love you the way you are, Lexi. I always have. I just hope you feel the same way.”

“Dad… You’ve never talked this way to me before.” She leaned in closer, her head on his shoulder. “I do love you the way you are, too. I just never know what to expect, sometimes…like finding you in the back yard, for instance.”

Daddy smiled. “In all fairness, you surprised me that time.”

Alex laughed. “That’s true. Maybe you’ll surprise me on this trip instead.”

“Maybe so, sweetie.”

The Pleasure Palace Resort was a decent-size hotel, four or five stories high, at the end of a solitary road that was blocked off by large gates near the main highway. The van pulled into a covered drive, with a set of steps leading up to a wide entryway; it was well into the afternoon by that time, and the sun was starting to descend in the evening sky. The columns were painted in colors Alex would’ve called “tropical”—oranges, yellows, blues and greens. The air even smelled tropical, a faint fruity sort of scent that Alex found rather pleasant.

Daddy tipped the driver for his time as they were handed off to a slim woman who loaded their bags onto a wheeled cart and led the way inside the building. The inside walls above the front desk were painted in matching colors, shaped in long fronds and swirls like peacock feathers. An immense, stylized sculpture of a black eye-mask hung behind the desk, with the words “Pleasure Awaits” painted in gold lettering above it.

“Subtlety does not become this place,” Alex murmured.

“Oh, shush.”

“No, no, I like it. It’s very…exotic.”

Another woman in a pale-yellow dress with her hair pulled back smiled as they approached. “Mister Cantrell?” She had soft mocha skin, like the perfect cup of creamed coffee; it made Alex feel very pale by comparison. She wore a name tag with the name Carolyn in black letters, with the pair of pitchforks behind it. Her voice had that same accent as everyone on the island, although Carolyn’s was much fainter.

“Yes, thank you,” Daddy said.

“It’s been a little while since your last visit—welcome back, sir,” she said with a smile, handing over a pair of keycards a small, folded envelope. “Here are you key cards; the combination to your suite is inside. If you require anything, please make sure to call the desk and we’ll be happy to accommodate you.” She then looked at Alex. “Mrs. Cantrell, since this is your first time here, I’m required to inform you that although the Pleasure Palace is clothing-optional, clothes must be worn in all indoor areas that serve either food or beverages; the outdoor bars are exempt from this rule. Please be aware that you may encounter nude guests inside the hotel, and that all areas on our grounds marked as nude-only require you to either be unclothed, or that you remove any articles of clothing or bathing garments or you will politely be asked to leave for the safety and comfort of our other guests.”

Alex opened her mouth to answer, but couldn’t respond until Carolyn was done: “Ah, no, actually, it’s—”

“We’ll make sure to follow the rules,” Daddy said, cutting her off.

“Thank you,” Carolyn said. “Enjoy your stay!”

The lady bellhop led the way, pushing their things past the desk. Daddy made a point of taking Alex’s hand; she didn’t resist, but gave him a curious look. He gave her a wink and nodded his head, beckoning her to follow.

Rather than walk to one of the elevators as Alex expected, they were led through the lobby and out an open-air entrance leading down towards the beach. Now she saw a line of round huts hidden from public view built right out onto the water, connected to the mainland by a long covered dock. The water hissed and sighed as the tide roared, then crashed against the beach and the man-made structures before sliding back and repeating itself all over again. From a distance, Alex could hear the sounds of music floating out over the water, rising and falling with the crashing waves.

People were swimming or moving along the beach; some were playing games, while others were lying out on towels or in the sand. But they weren’t all fully-dressed: one couple were walking towards them, arm in arm, talking and enjoying each other’s company. They both were wearing matching trunks, but the woman wasn’t wearing a top.

Alex tried not to stare as the couple passed, then give Daddy a wide-eyed look. She felt herself grinning. “Oh my goodness,” she said, smothering a giggle.

“It’s just like Carolyn said,” Daddy answered. “‘Clothing-optional’ means pretty much that—optional.”

They reached their room, a bungalow at the end of the bridge, with nothing on three other sides but crystal-clear blue water. Daddy tipped the bellhop, thanked her, took their suitcases and led the way inside.

The room was quite spacious—calling it a “suite” certainly qualified. The furnishings were ornate and lovely, and the ceiling had interior shutters open to let in the sea breezes. There was a private balcony seated out over the water off of the bedroom through a sliding door, and the bathroom was so opulent it made Alex stand and stare in amazement: the vanity was gold-flecked marble, thick and long enough she could’ve stretched out on it like a bed, with a mirror taller than she was.

“Daddy, this bathroom is bigger than my bedroom at the apartment. There’s even a stuffed chair and a window-seat in here!” She looked over her shoulder at him. “I could probably stretch out in the tub and not touch all the sides!”

“Well, ‘get what you pay for,’ and all that,” Daddy said, taking a seat on the bed. He leaned back, sighed contentedly, and looked up. A wicker-bladed fan was slowly turning in the wind blowing in from the water. “I missed this place.”

“You come here every year?” Alex said, turning around.

“Just once every couple of years, when I can,” he said. “Ever since Lou died and you moved out, it turned into a little sanctuary for me…but ‘you can’t live at church’ and all that, so I always go home again eventually.”

“Uh-huh.” Daddy gave her a look as Alex walked up to him. The carpet under her feet even felt expensive, it was so plush and soft. “Maybe you could explain to me the part about why Carolyn thought we were a married couple? Or why we only have one bed in our room?”

“Oh, that.” He nodded, pulling off his sandals. “It’s resort policy—only couples and men with partners are allowed into the nude areas.”

“Why?”

Daddy’s smile was faint, but Alex could tell he was teasing her. “Really, honey? Do I need to explain that much?”

“Humor me, Daddy.”

He cleared his throat and set his footwear aside. “People in this lifestyle overlap with a lot of others, Lex: swingers, voyeurs, exhibitionists, stuff like that.”

Alex took a seat on the bed. “Define ‘lifestyle’ for me, please.”

Daddy looked taken aback, then slowly nodded. “I keep forgetting this is your first time about a lot of this. ‘Lifestyle,’ as in nudism.” He gave her a second. “Get the picture?”

“So… You out by the pool when I saw you—”

“—was more than just playing pretend before we came here, yes.”

Alex pulled up one leg, hugged it to her chest, resting a cheek on her knee. Her face was on fire, but her curiosity was too piqued to ignore. “I didn’t know,” she said quietly. “You never told me.”

Daddy seemed to consider that. “Your mother asked me not to—she insisted you’d be too embarrassed or ashamed about it. You’ve always been a shy girl, honey; I thought about mentioning it, see if what you thought about it, but…the right moment never really came up.”

“Really?” Alex didn’t know how she felt about that. Her mother had always been overprotective; even from beyond the grave, she was trying to shelter her only child. “Did Mom know about it?”

“She knew. It’s how we met—before you were born, even.”

“What? Get out, really?!”

Daddy gave a small, happier smile at her tone. “Really. We lived that way for years, even came here a few times, right up until you were old enough to notice, and then we kept it a secret. Once you seemed to realize something was up, we stayed covered up at home except for our bedroom or when you were out of the house. It was a big deal for us for a long time.”

“Wow.” Alex tried to imagine it and just couldn’t. “And she came here with you?”

“She did, yes.” The way he said the word made Alex feel a touch uncomfortable, like he didn’t want to talk about it. “I went by myself later, when I could manage it. After I met Michele and asked her to come with me, she sometimes went out with me but usually stayed in our room. But so long as she was willing to pretend to be ‘Mrs. Cantrell,’ I didn’t have to worry about being asked to leave.”

“I see,” Alex said. She looked at the floor, considering that. “Have you missed it? Is that why you were willing to come back, even by yourself?”

“Very much. But, I didn’t mean to put you in an uncomfortable position,” Daddy said, rubbing her back again. “If you want to stay in the room too, I understand.”

“If Mom hadn’t made you promise her…would you have told me?” Alex said, looking at him again.

“Told you what? About the nudism thing?”

She nodded. “You could you have told me when I still lived with you. Didn’t you want to?”

“Well yes, actually. But I promised I wouldn’t.”

Alex nodded, then looked down again.

They were both quiet for a little while. “Do you need me to go?” Daddy said.

“Mm-mm,” Alex said, shaking her head. She put both feet on the floor, then stood up, turning to face him. “Will you show me?”

He tilted his head at her. “Show you what, baby?”

“The resort,” she said. “And the beach. And the nude section. And…everything else.”

Daddy blinked, caught completely by surprise, it seemed. “Are you sure?”

In truth, Alex’s heart was pounding so fast she worried that she might pass out. But she nodded quickly before she could stop herself. “This is your trip. I want it to be the best trip it can be. And if this is such a big part of your life…I want it to be a part of mine. Until we go home,” she added. “If I need to ‘go with the flow,’ okay. I’ll probably be scared half to death, but…still got to try, right?”

To Alex’s eyes, Daddy seemed unable to fully comprehend what she was offering, until another small, happy smile spread across his face. “Alright. What’s say we take some baby steps first and see how you manage those?”

Alex nodded and hugged her arms around her stomach, trying to smother the butterflies. She’d already said what she wanted to try, and she wasn’t going to let her fear talk her out of it. No going back now. “Okay, Daddy. Let’s do it.”

Alex was a bundle of tingling nerves and more butterflies—hundreds of them; swarms, even. Her earlier nervousness and dread were both swallowed up by a new excitement, one she could have never dreamt or expected when she got on a plane that morning.

It felt a bit like Seattle all over again, but now she was an adult, someone able to make her own decisions and choices. Daddy had put aside his own grief, years before, and focused on her needs when she needed him the most. Now, she had a chance to focus on him, to make his vacation the best that it could be.

“Daddy?” She called his name through the bathroom door as she checked herself one last time in the mirror. The pane of reflective glass was so large she could see literally every inch of herself as she turned this way and that. “Are you ready?”

“I’m ready!”

Alex peeked through the cracked door. He was wearing his swim trunks, sitting on the bed, facing her—it was his suggestion that they go out on the beach in suits first. “I’ve never worn anything like this before, Daddy. Promise you won’t laugh.”

“I won’t laugh, sweetie,” he said, raising a hand. “Scout’s Honor.”

“Like you were ever a Scout,” she said, sticking out her tongue at him.

“Fine, fine,” he said, waving a hand. “We’re burning daylight, Lexi.”

Taking a breath, Alex stepped back and opened the door. She wore a black bikini, straps tied up behind her neck; the triangle-shaped bits of fabric covered most of the swell of her breasts, both top and bottom, but still left more visible than she might’ve wanted otherwise. The V-shaped fabric between her legs and curling up to cover her backside was small enough to the point where Alex felt exposed, but not uncomfortably so. All the same, she still felt practically naked in her mind. She’d never worn a suit so revealing before, but that was the point of a place like the Pleasure Palace, wasn’t it?

She felt as if she’d walked into the bathroom as one person and was leaving it a completely different one, that she’d transformed her into someone else. Alex didn’t know where her new streak of bravery had come from, but she hoped it was here to stay.

Daddy was staring at her, eyes gone a little wide. His mouth went slack, jaw dropping opening in shock. Then he covered it with one hand, unable to speak.

“So…” Alex opened her arms, giving a small pirouette on her toes. “What do you think?”

“My God,” he finally said. Daddy had to clear his throat twice before continuing. “You’re going to be turning heads all over that beach.”

Alex smiled and felt a happy flush warm her cheeks. “You think so?”

“Trust me.”

“Well, come on, then!” She reached out, grabbed Daddy’s hand and started to pull him to his feet. But he surprised her by pulling back and shaking his head.

“Just…give me a minute, baby.”

“Hm?” Alex stared. “What’s wrong, Daddy?”

“Nothing, honey, I promise,” he said. “You just surprised me, that’s all.” Daddy was leaning over in his seat, but his attempt at subterfuge backfired when she looked at him more closely and felt her eyes go wide.

“Daddy… Do you… Is that—”

“Yes, Lexi, it is.” He rested one arm across his lap, but that only made his hard-on more obvious. “I just…wasn’t as ready to see you like this as I thought I was.”

“Ohhhhh.” Alex’s new mood kept surprising her. She supposed that she should’ve been disturbed by Daddy’s reaction to her body, but… “Well, it makes sense.” She went down to her knees in front of him, looking up at his face. “You’ve been looking forward to this trip for so long. It’s no surprise that you’re excited.”

Daddy’s surprised eyes look turned wild for a second when she went to her knees, but after recovering, he nodded. “Yes. Yes, baby, I suppose that makes sense. And—” He swallowed, clearing his throat “—this isn’t a resort like other nudist resorts, sweetie. People tend to be uninhibited—they can, and sometimes do, act out however they want in public: on the beach, in the pools, wherever.”

“You mean like sex.” The pictures and videos she’d seen flashed back into her mind: couples on the beach stripped completely bare, fucking with abandon, hands everywhere, tongues and mouths and so much more.

“Yes, honey. So seeing men walk around erect wouldn’t normally be encouraged, but…” He spread his hands. “That can be the norm here. It’s why women can go wherever they like, but men have to have a woman with them or get invited to places.”

A thought occurred to her. “Daddy?”

“Yes, what is it?”

Alex considered making an offer to him—she nearly spoke it aloud, then hesitated. She was brave, but not that brave. Not yet. “Are you okay to go out? We can walk on the beach and turn heads.” She grinned and stood up, running her hands down her bare belly before offering one to him. “I’m ‘Mrs. Cantrell now. You can show me off, and nobody can touch me but you.” Alex realized how that sounded as soon as she opened her mouth, and went hot again. “Sorry, Daddy.”

Daddy groaned and took a deep breath. “Stop with the double-entendre, Lexi. You’re a pretty girl, but I’m a man like all the others and I haven’t had sex long enough for you to affect me like you wouldn’t believe.”

That made Alex laugh. “Sorry! Sorry, Daddy, I’ll be good. I promise.”

In several more minutes, Daddy had recovered enough to stand up without showing off a tent in his swim trunks. They grabbed a pair of towels but left their door keys and other things, closing the door as they left.

“How do we get back in?” she asked.

“Numeric keypad,” he said, showing it to her. “The code’s different for every guest, since sometimes there’s nowhere to stow a key when you go out. See?”

“Ohhhhh.” Alex giggled again. “Right. I didn’t think about that.”

Daddy offered his arm and Alex took it, looping hers around his as they walked towards the beach. She had a tall, handsome man to walk with, the man she loved more than anyone else in the world. Alex felt better at that moment than she ever had, like the tropical sea air was affecting her somehow.

She saw her first nude resort guest by the time they reached the beach, an older man walking back up the long walk to the hotel, holding onto a towel draped over his neck. He was so tan that the sun had turned him to a deep, almost crimson-bronze. He was a bit heavy-set and wrinkled in the way of older men, with thick grey curls on his head, neck and shoulders, all the way down his back.

“Be careful not to stare,” Daddy said, gently tugging her arm.

Alex turned away, resting her head on his shoulder. “Sorry, Daddy,” she whispered. Then, she frowned. “Do I have to call you by your first name, too?”

“Don’t you dare,” Daddy said, giving her a gentle poke to her bare ribs, followed by a soft kiss to her head. “I was good enough to be your Daddy this morning, and I’m good enough for it now. Nobody’ll take that away from me.”

Alex felt an illicit thrill in her belly, one that left a surprising tingling in her nipples of all places. “Good,” she said, hugging his arm a little tighter. “I didn’t want to lose that, no matter what.”

Daddy gave her a small, enigmatic smile. “Neither did I.”

The beach was a long strip of bright, white sand that stretched out towards the endless blue of the horizon. People were scattered about: sunning themselves, playing games like volleyball, sitting in the surf or swimming in the water that was so clear it was hard to believe that it wasn’t some oversized pool. There were people dancing around a set of speakers playing music.

The hotel grounds along that part of the beach had several pools of various sizes, an open-air bar, people walking about talking, smiling, otherwise appearing to have a good time. There were more women than men, but all of them, of every color and shade, seemed to be enjoying themselves. It was infectious; Daddy appeared to be relaxed and smiling, and even Alex was feeling the frivolity in the air.

She’d expected to see more nude people, but everyone around was wearing some kind of swimwear, except for the hotel staff, who wore comfortable but functional uniforms: white shirts, tan shorts, comfortable sandals or shoes. It was a very small disappointment for Alex, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it—mostly because what some people were wearing was hard to call clothing at all.

It was also impossible to miss the looks she was getting. Her choice of swimwear wasn’t even the most scandalous thing she saw people wearing—that award went to a trio of women who wore was seemed like dyed spandex strings that stretched from neck to nipples, down between their legs and up their backs again. It barely qualified as swimwear at all. But Alex saw that she was getting some attention. They were mostly men who gave her long, appreciative looks, even a couple of whistles. It made her go hot again, but she felt…maybe flattered, or maybe something else. She had a flash of a thought, imagining herself wearing nothing at all. That was sort of the point of a place like this, but it made her heart beat a little faster.

Up ahead, she saw a small collection of trees with thick, green branches were growing right out of the sand. A wooden sign hung from one of them, where someone had painted in a pretty script NUDE BEACH AHEAD. CLOTHES NOT PERMITTED BEYOND THIS POINT. Alex could see the shapes of people behind the green foliage, hear the sounds of laughter and more music.

“The point of no return,” she murmured.

“You sure you’re up for it already?” Daddy asked, sounding surprised.

“Ohhhh… I might be…but I don’t know.” She stepped from one foot to the other, back and forth, like a sprinter getting ready for a run. “I’ve never felt like this before. It’s kind of exciting.”

Daddy smiled, turning and resting his hands on her shoulders. “This was your idea, sweetheart. Tell me what you want to do.”

Alex could see more sand, the fluttering movement of surf. She could see people on the other side some distance away: pale ones, tan ones, dark-skinned ones. Some were sunning themselves on the sand or splashing in the water; she saw boats further out from the shore, people dancing and moving around on the deck. It felt like looking into another world.

“I…” Alex took a breath. “Can we…maybe just stay in this side for a little longer?”

“Of course!” Daddy gave a little laugh, bent down, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. It was quick, seemingly chaste, but it cut Alex off and felt hot enough to burn her. “The other side isn’t going anywhere, I promise. C’mon.” Taking her arm, Daddy started to lead the way back. Alex still got looks from the other hotel clientele as they walked, but she thought that Daddy liked staring the men down, like he was challenging them—she’s mine and you can’t have her, his look seemed to say.

There was plenty to do on the beach, but Lexi thought lying under the afternoon sun sounded nice. Spreading her towel in the sand, she stretched out atop it and rested her chin on her arms, closing her eyes as she soaked in the heat of the sand and the sun overhead. Try as she might to relax, that warning sign kept coming back to her mind, taunting her, telling her what was waiting for her.

“I’ll be right back,” Daddy said.

Alex nodded and kept her eyes closed, listening as he walked away. She could picture him stepping to the tree line, peeling his swim trunks off and grinning at her before he stepped past the barrier and vanished. Even when he returned a few moments later with a beach chair and an umbrella, Alex was struggling with the mental image of Daddy wearing nothing but an inviting smile, tempting her to something she’d never known she might want.

Imagining her father naked wasn’t something Alex ever thought to do before, but now she couldn’t get it out of her head. No matter how she tried, Alex just couldn’t get the nude beach out of her mind. It made for a very strong distraction, to say the least.

She lasted for an hour, baking in the heat, squirming atop her towel. Daddy put his head back and napped the whole time, looking completely comfortable and peaceful, ignorant of the argument going on in his daughter’s head.

Finally, she made a decision. “Daddy?” She gave his shoulder a faint shake, already having collected her towel and her thoughts. “Can we go back now?”

“Oh, Lexi.” He seemed surprised at falling asleep, stretching out his shoulders before standing up. “It is a bit late, isn’t it? Let’s go.” He took her hand and started up the beach against towards their bungalow hut.

Alex had plenty of time to think about what she was going to do or say even before they reached their room again. She was still processing everything she’d seen, everything she was feeling, weighing it all against her desire to give her Daddy the vacation that he deserved. There were risks, of course, but they were alone in a foreign country, where nobody knew or recognized them, and Alex was feeling daring. She’d squeezed herself into a small, restrictive box for most of her life—here was a chance to cut loose, to be as wild as she could be. What harm could there be?

There was an open-air shower on the outside of their little bungalow which they used to wash their feet clean. Daddy let them inside, and Alex couldn’t help but feel that he looked a little disappointed by how their first outing had ended. That was enough to make up her mind.

“Daddy?”

He took a seat on the bed again. “Yes, baby?”

“I’ve been thinking. About you, and this trip.”

“Go ahead.”

Alex bit her lower lip, feeling herself hesitate, but then she pushed through to the finish—this was his trip; she was here for him. “I want to try something. That time on the beach was nice, but…that’s not why we’re here.”

Daddy seemed to consider that. “Alright, Lexi. Why are we here?”

“For this.” Before she could stop herself, Alex slipped her thumbs under the strings of her top and pulled them over her head. Then, she unfastened the knots at her hips and pulled her bikini bottom off, stripping herself right to her skin before balling up the fabric and throwing it at him.

Daddy, his eyes gone wild again, managed to catch her suit without dropping it. He was staring at her, mouth open, stunned into silence.

“I’m not allowed to have that back until you say so,” she said, pointing at him. “Or any of my other clothes. They’re all yours now. I can’t have them back until my Daddy says.” Alex could feel the adrenaline rushing under her skin, and crossed her arms to stop her hands from trembling, fighting the immediate urge to cover herself. Going against that instinct was hard, but she didn’t want to give into shame now.

Daddy licked his lips several times, like his mouth had gone dry. It reminded her of his short kiss on the beach—it hadn’t seemed like an intimate kiss, but Alex wasn’t sure he’d ever kissed her that way before. “Are you sure?” Daddy said. His voice was soft, yet he seemed tense somehow. “I need to know that you’re okay with…with something like this.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sure. This is your trip, and this is why you come here. Right?” After he nodded, Alex uncrossed her arms, but didn’t know what to do with her hands. Unless… “Here.” She stepped up to him, going down into her knees. When she slid her fingers into the waistband of his trunks, he didn’t fight her but let her pull them off, take her suit with his and tossed both in the direction of their bags.

Daddy’s cock was hard—a long shaft of sun-kissed flesh, straining inside its own skin; the wide head was thick and swollen. It made her breath go soft for a moment, seeing it up close, so close that she could have kissed it, or taken it in her mouth.

Now why did that image come to mind? Just the thought of it made her pussy ache.

Alex took a breath, looking up at Daddy again. She didn’t want him to think she was upset, so she smiled. “It’s okay if you react that way to me, Daddy,” she said. “I don’t mind. I promise.”

Daddy coughed, and his voice came out as a rough, grating croak. “You d-don’t, baby?”

She shook her head. “Mm-mm. You can’t help your body reacting this way. Don’t try to hide it, Daddy—it’ll be more comfortable for you if you don’t, and I don’t mind getting used to it.”

Daddy’s face had gone red, but he didn’t seem out of breath. He reached down, cupping her face with his hands. “Thank you, baby. This is all very sweet of you. Is this because of what we talked about earlier?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Alex stood up again, slowly. She felt vulnerable in front of him, naked and weak. But, at the same time, this was something she could’ve had with him years ago, a chance to be comfortable in her own skin, just like he always seemed to be. That chance was stolen from her, and knowing that irked her to no end. “I want us to have what we never had the chance to have. I want to be comfortable with you like this.” She laced her fingers together to keep from fidgeting. Her body ached, and she felt a familiar craving in-between her legs. Alex blamed that on her discomfort and the urge to cover herself, but if she didn’t handle that, the ache would only get worse.

“Daddy?” She didn’t mean to whisper, but that’s how it came out.

“Yes, baby?”

“I need to…go use the restroom. But can we talk more when I get back? About this? Like this?”

Daddy smiled. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight, pressing a tender kiss to her brow; his chest brushed across her nipples, making the ache grow stronger. “Of course, Lexi. As much as you want. I’ll stay right here until you get back, I promise.”

Alex smiled, kissing his cheek. He turned his head towards the caress. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said before stepping off to the bathroom. “I just need a few minutes, please.”

The commode was in a small, private room closed off from the rest of the bathroom. Alex handled her business quickly, but the ache between her legs only got stronger. She closed her eyes tight, squeezing her thighs together, trembling all over.

Daddy’s cock was on her mind, and she couldn’t rid herself of that image no matter how hard she tried. The honest truth was she didn’t want to try all that hard—Alex wasn’t a virgin, by some miracle, so she knew what a cock should look like, but Daddy’s was impossible to forget. Without knowing why she wanted it, Alex imagined going onto her knees in front of him again, curling her fingers around his swollen shaft, opening her mouth wide, and with a deep, husky Ahhhh, she would—

That’s when she heard a soft thump of a sound, something that broke her concentration. Alex blinked, pushing up to her feet. She eased the door open on silent hinges, looking around the bathroom. Golden sunlight still flowed into the space through shaded windows and the open shutters overhead. She spied the shape of a white pillow in the bathroom doorway, which had knocked the door open, setting it ajar. The rush and hiss of the sea filled the space with its noise, as always. But there was another noise: a dark, growling noise, accompanied by a soft, wet, squishing sound.

Carefully stepping up to the narrow gap of the door, Alex peeked through and saw Daddy lying on the bed. He’d tossed several of the pillows aside to make room, one of which had knocked the bathroom door ajar. He was on his back, his eyes closed as if he was resting, but his hands were between his legs, stroking his thick cock, causing the soft, wet repetitive sounds she’d heard earlier.

“God,” Daddy said, his voice a husky whisper, “you’re so good… So good… So fucking good, baby girl. Ride Daddy, Lexi… Ride Daddy’s cock. Mmmmm…”

Alex was mesmerized, watching Daddy’s hands glide up and down his hard, aching shaft. He put his whole body into the act: hands clenching; shoulders and thighs straining; heels and legs pushing his hips upwards. The look in his face was a kind of exquisite pain, like he wanted more of the very thing that was tormenting him. His cock glistened in the golden sunlight, jutting up like a blade. Alex could think of one place she wanted him to thrust it into—and that was just for starters.

“It’s so good, Lexi,” Daddy whispered. “You’re such a good girl… So good… So good…!” Daddy’s voice got more and more tense as the seconds ticked by. She could tell he was in a hurry, not wanting to be discovered, but the tension in him also seemed to be working against him, holding him back from relief.

Alex slid to the floor, one hand on the wall next to the door, the other sliding down between her legs. Her clit was on fire, hard and almost painful to the touch—she was sure that the look on his face was mirrored by her own. Swirling and flicking her little clitty, Alex licked her lips and watched Daddy fuck his fingers, watched him wishing he was fucking her. Alex wished for the same thing, which made her clit hotter, her cunt tighter, her belly start to quiver; she bit her finger to keep from crying out. It was impossible to look away from what Daddy was doing, but she didn’t want to look away. She loved what he was doing, loved that he was doing it because of her.

“Help me, baby, please help Daddy cum!” Daddy said, his whisper sounding feverish, even desperate. “Daddy needs it so bad. I’ve waited for you for so long!” He turned his face away, body as tight as a drum, save for the repetitive, jerking motions of his hands squeezing his cock in a slick vise. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck! I…I love you, baby!”

I love you, Daddy, Alex said in her head, mouthing the words in silence. She spread her legs wider, rubbed her tiny button faster, not wanting him to cum first and then leave her aching for release. Alex was getting hotter and hotter, feeling sweat bead on her lip, her back, her ass, trickling down between her legs.

“Lexi! Lexi!” Daddy was hissing her name, whispering it like a prayer. He needed her. And she needed him. Alex needed her Daddy. She needed to be with him, to give him everything he needed… But could she give him her body? Could she go that far?

No—Alex couldn’t give Daddy that…but the Lexi he was fantasizing about would.

And just like that, a switch flipped in her mind. It was the last step she had to take for him—if Daddy needed Lexi, Lexi would give Daddy anything he desired.

Anything. Including herself.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Daddy moaned when he came. She watched as thick, hot streams of his seed burst from the tip of his upraised cock, spraying across his belly, his thighs and onto the bed sheets. She sucked in her lip and shuddered as her orgasm came, flooding her senses, bursting between her legs, flowing back up her belly and making her warm all over. Sparks and white light flickered at the corner of her eyes and she almost gasped aloud, but stopped herself at the last second.

Daddy lay on the bed, panting heavily, his eyes closed. She wanted to watch him more, wished he’d start stroking his cock again, but she knew he’d start wondering where she was and she didn’t want him to discover her—not yet. Standing up as quick and quiet as she could, Daddy’s baby girl stepped out of sight and slipped back into the small room to flush the toilet again, making sure he would hear her that time.

“Daddy?”

He cleared his throat. “Y-yes baby, what is it?” She heard a tumult of activity, likely him hurrying to clean up his mess.

She checked her hair in the wide mirror, ran the tap as she gave her breasts a testing squeeze, pinched her nipples, slid both hands over her hips. “I’ll be right out,” she called, turning off the water. She smiled at her reflection, then licked her lips.

Time to give Daddy a vacation he’d never forget.

It wasn’t that Alexis thought of herself as a different person—“becoming Lexi” just meant shifting her mindset, viewing her own desires from a different angle, and wanting to make her Daddy happy no matter what. He deserved so much more than she could ever hope to give him, but as Lexi, she would still do her best. He deserved nothing less, in her mind.

The setting sun had flooded the bedroom with red and golden light as Lexi stepped back in. She felt shy but invigorated at the same time; the fading light felt unnaturally warm across her naked body, and the plush carpet gently tickled as it passed beneath the soles of her feet. She felt preternaturally alert, like a fuse ready to light—all she needed was the smallest spark to set her aflame.

“Sorry I took so long, Daddy.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” Daddy was propped up in bed, covered up by the comforter to his waist. He had was staring at the TV with the remote in his hands, as though he’d been watching it the entire time. “Are you hungry?” he asked, shutting it off.

“Famished,” Lexi said, and meant it. “But…” She sighed.

Daddy sat up a little straighter. “What’s wrong?”

Lexi pulled up the blankets and slid between the sheets—they were wonderfully soft on her bare skin. Nestling up next to him, she rested a head on Daddy’s chest, looking down to where she laid a hand on his lower belly, just above the top edge of the comforter. If he hadn’t been covered up, she could have wrapped her hand around his cock; the thought of it set her heart to pounding. Lexi had nothing in her mind but pleasing her Daddy now. That was why she pressed up so close to him, sliding one of her smooth legs atop his. “I don’t want to go back out… Is that okay? We’d have to get dressed if we want to eat out, right?”

Daddy nodded. “Those are the rules, honey.”

“Then let’s stay in.” Lexi kept looking down at the blanket and what was hidden beneath it. His cock might still be half-hard; she wanted to squeeze it between her fingers. “Order room service. We can talk more…like you promised we would.” She looked up, smiling at him. “Can we, Daddy? Just you and your baby girl?”

Daddy coughed and shifted in his seat; Lexi felt a thrill of delight at seeing it, at hearing him take a breath, knowing she was arousing him again. He liked calling her that, so she would call herself the same thing—seeing his reactions excited her more than she’d expected.

“Of course, baby,” Daddy said, kissing her hair. “That sounds wonderful, actually.”

“It does!” Lexi smiled. She’d won the first contest, and Daddy didn’t even know it. The days ahead were going to be very, very pleasurable indeed, or so she hoped.

Once their dinner was ordered, Lexi snuggled back up to Daddy in bed. He switched the TV back on, and was scanning through the channels—it was a mix of local and American TV. As he switched between shows, a banner at the top of the screen read Inclement Weather Forthcoming. Check Channel 02 For Further Details.

Channel 02 showed a weather radar, with a layout of the island. A thick, swirling cloud of red and green storms were approaching from the east.

“Oh my God,” Lexi said, tensing up. “Is it a hurricane?”

“I don’t think so,” Daddy said. He sounded calm, but still squeezed her shoulders tight, rubbing her arm to soothe her. “Sometimes bad storms show up. Hopefully it’ll pass by the morning.”

After several moments of watching the weather report, Lexi let out a sigh of relief. The storm was confirmed to not be a hurricane, thankfully, just a tropical depression that promised several inches of rain and a long, full night of thunderstorms.

“I guess it was a good idea somebody suggested we stay in tonight,” Daddy said, smiling at her.

Lexi smiled back, squeezing both arms around his waist. “Yes,” she said, beaming at his praise. “I just hope the rain stays away until dinner gets here.”

Daddy turned back to the TV. “Shouldn’t get here until well after dark, I think. We should be safe.”

“Oh good… Daddy?”

Daddy shut off the TV and looked back at her. He still had his arm draped over her shoulders and she was tingling all over just from his small, tender touches. “What is it?”

“Can we talk more? About you and me?” She licked her lips. “About what things might’ve been like if you hadn’t promised to keep your real life a secret?”

“I don’t know if I’d call it my ‘real life,’ sweetie. It was just that…” Daddy went quiet for a moment, thinking through what to say. Lexi pulled the blanket a bit higher over her shoulders and his chest, but that let her rest her hand even lower on his belly under the covers, close enough that she felt the curls of his manhood against her fingertips.

Daddy shifted again in his seat, but didn’t comment on her touching. Lexi wanted to bare his cock, to stare at it with all the new fascination and desire burning in her heart, but her subterfuge meant she couldn’t, for now. If she played her part carefully, she’d get to see his cock again, and very soon.

“Just what, Daddy?” she said.

“I think your mother was scared. Scared about what was happening to her; scared about you, for your future… She didn’t want me to be a distraction.”

Lexi frowned. “You wouldn’t have distracted me.”

Daddy kissed her head again, perhaps to soothe her, or because he was worried about upsetting her. “You were young, baby. Maybe she thought it was too much for you, or that I might’ve made it about me instead of you.”

Looking up, Lexi pulled her hand up to touch his cheek. “You are the best, most loving and caring Daddy in the whole world. You’ve never made anything about you in my entire life.” She threw back the blanket on impulse, baring them both, moving too fast for him to stop her; she saw his raise a hand to do just that. “Daddy, stop.” She rested her hand on his, then brought it to her mouth to press a loving kiss to his knuckles. “You don’t have to hide anymore, remember?”

“I…” Daddy swallowed and nodded, slowly. “This isn’t… I don’t want to be selfish.” His voice was subdued, soft, like a thread pulled tight, ready to break. “There’s a reason we never came to a place like this, or visited a ‘nudist colony’ or whatever. Your mother and I tried to make sure you never caught us. Nudity and sex are… Well, they’re linked for me. One leads to the other. This is…” Daddy shivered and took a breath.

“But you like it, don’t you?” She cooed at him, kissing his chest. “You like being this way around me. And you like me this way even more.” Lexi stole a glance between his legs. Daddy was visibly reacting to her nakedness and his cock was swelling more by the second. Her mouth felt just a little warmer and wetter when she saw it. “I want this, Daddy. For you and for me. Mom can’t hold you to your promise anymore—I give you permission to break it, forever.”

“But Lexi—”

“But nothing.” She reached down, resting a hand atop his manhood, curling her fingers loosely about its girth; Daddy gasped and his cock twitched like a live thing, swelling and thickening in seconds. “This is you, Daddy. All of you. I’m not embarrassed by it anymore. I’m not distracted by it. It’s a part of you, and I want it to be a part of me, too.” Lexi smiled up at her Daddy, feeling more excited at how she’d taken his breath away, at how he didn’t seem to know what to say.

His cock was stiff, and it flexed in her hand. Lexi resisted the urge to start stroking him openly, not wanting to seem quite so bold as that just yet. He felt like a leashed beast when she gently squeezed his shaft—barely controlled, like he might devour her if she wasn’t careful.

“Lexi…” Daddy licked his lips. “If you keep touching me that way, I…I don’t know what’ll happen.”

“That’s okay, Daddy,” she said, kissing the side of his arm. His cock was straining, pulsing with his heartbeat. She shifted her grip on him until she was lying with her head resting on the soft pillow, her fingers still coiled firmly around his cock. Now her thighs were open as she draped her leg over his own again; her soft pussy was so close he could see it, touch it, breath in its scent. “Do you want to touch me too, Daddy?” Lexi asked, her voice soft and inviting.

Daddy covered his mouth with one hand. She heard a smothered, choked moan in his chest. “Oh, Baby Girl…”

Lexi closed her eyes and shivered at his voice, at his choice of name that wasn’t so innocent anymore. Maybe he would figure out what she was scheming, but Lexi didn’t care. It was too good: his face and eyes, torn between lust and torment; his cock, fully engorged and straining in her fingers; his breathing, and at how he was completely caught in her trap.

Either Daddy hadn’t noticed her reaction or he was too intent on her cunt to see her reaction. “Baby… You…you don’t know what you’re asking.” Daddy licked his lips and reached out to touch her, only stopping at the last second.

I’ve waited for you for so long, Daddy had said; she remembered the words, the pain and longing in them as he stroked his dick, alone in the same bed they were now sharing. How long had he waited? How long had he felt the way he felt about her? Was this why her mother made him promise not to say anything?

“Touch me, Daddy,” Lexi said. She opened her legs wider, baring her hot-pink flesh, tempting him like unwrapped candy. “Please. I want you to. I want this, Daddy.” Lexi rocked her hips slowly in bed, using all her self-control not to start stroking his cock. “This is how it is now: you’re my hot, handsome nude Daddy, and…I’m your naked Baby Girl.” She licked her lips, eyelids fluttering. “What’s the point in being a naked Baby if my Daddy can’t touch me whenever he wants?”

Daddy took a breath, shivered again, and draped his hand across her smooth mound, his fingers sliding across the swollen curve of her pussy. The feeling was like electricity passing between them—Lexi’s hips pushed off the bed, while she squeezed his cock and whimpered aloud.

“Baby, I want…” Daddy took a slow, deep breath. “I need to touch you. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then keep touching me, Daddy,” Lexi told him. “I’m your Baby. I want this. I won’t break—promise.”

Daddy was actually very gentle as his fingers probed and caressed her soft cunny, marveling at the smoothness of her skin and the way her clit was so tight and sensitive to the touch. Lexi caught her breath and kept rocking her body, moving with slow, prolonged movements as his touch stoked the fire burning between her legs.

When she had trouble with sliding her hand up and down his hard flesh, Daddy paused and reached over to a drawer on the bedside table. “Here,” he said in a gentle tone. She watched him fetch a small bottle of lube, giving it a soft squeeze and dribbling several drops over the swollen head of his shaft, the same lube he’d used to stroke himself while fantasizing about her just a short while ago. Lexi felt wonderfully wicked as she smeared and slathered the mixture across his cock, her hand sliding up and down with ease, like she’d been hand-fucking him for years.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. “Does it feel good?”

“God, Baby.” His voice was a tremor as he kept slowly swirling her clit at the end of his fingertip. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my entire life.”

“Me neither,” she said. A bright spark of pleasure made her close her eyes for a second, and she increased her stroking speed. “I want more, Daddy. I want you to touch me more… Don’t stop touching me, okay?”

“I won’t, Baby Girl, I promise,” he said, eyes gone half-lidded from the force of their conjoined lust. “I… I’ll never stop wanting to touch you.”

“Then you’ll keep doing it? Every morning, Daddy? And every night, too?” The sound of his dick squishing and slithering in her hand was so lewd and so fucking hot at the same time. “After we visit the nude beach? Or on the beach? Where everyone can see my Daddy finger-fuck his Baby Girl’s bald cunt while your hot cream sprays all over me?”

“Oh fuck!” Daddy’s hand shuddered and he stopped stroking her. His face was frozen in a look of ecstasy as she broke him. “Lexi! Baby! Oh… Oh God!”

Lexi had wondered if she was skilled enough to make her Daddy cum, and it seemed like she was: his cock jerked and spasmed in her fingers as he came, a second eruption that was less powerful than his first, yet so much more potent when she was controlling it. He pressed himself backwards and wrapped his hands tight atop the headboard, trembling, breathing hard as his orgasm overpowered him.

Lexi felt even hotter, hungrier. That came from her wanting to serve him, tending to his needs over hers. She wanted relief for herself, but instead she waited for him to catch his breath and ease back down onto bed. Lexi cuddled up next to him then, gently continuing to knead and stroke his sticky cock. She saw him shudder and felt powerful, like she could do anything she wanted right then.

Daddy bit his lip and shook, overwhelmed by the pleasure, the feel of her fingers driving him crazy. But he never tried to stop her. That one thing—Daddy not wanting, or not being strong enough to stop her—made Lexi feel more in control than she had in her whole life. She was too drunk on that power to feel embarrassed, or ashamed, or anything else. Daddy was under her spell now, and Lexi wanted more. Much, much more.

“You want me,” Lexi whispered into his ear. She kissed his cheek and felt his cock twitch again. “I should think that it’s wrong, for you to want me like this…or that wanting my Daddy this way is bad.”

Daddy was panting, trying to catch his breath. “Le…Lexi—”

“But I don’t,” she said, finishing her statement. Lexi made a gamble, but tried her best to weigh the odds in her favor: she sat up, straddled his legs, showing off her breasts, the sweet cleft of her smooth cunt, still using both hands to slowly twist and stroke his sensitive dick. “I watched you play with yourself in bed when I was in the bathroom, Daddy.” She watched his face. “I heard what you said about me.”

His eyes opened wide; she saw shock and horror on his face. “Lexi—”

“Hush,” she told him, keeping her voice gentle, a small smile on her face. His cock was at more than half-strength again—that was the power she had over him. “Do you love me, Daddy? Really love me?”

Daddy closed his eyes, but he nodded. “Yes,” he whispered, sounding ashamed. “I’m sorry, Baby.”

“I’m not.” His eyes opened again when she said it. “You should have told me the truth, Daddy—years ago, before you made that promise to Mom. You should have been honest about what you wanted… But now, promise me: no more secrets between us, not ever again. About anything. Ever.” He hesitated, but her slow, gentle stroking continued, and his cock kept growing. His dick was swollen and dark, and her fingers that she stroked him with were stained with his own cum. It was so lewd, so wicked and raw that Lexi didn’t want to stop. Lexi knew she already had him—it was just a matter of how long he could hold out.

As a matter of fact, that turned out to be not very long at all. “God… A-Alright, Lexi,” Daddy said, catching his breath. “I promise.”

Lexi smiled again, leaning forward to kiss her Daddy’s cheek, easing up on her teasing for the moment. She curled up next to him again, setting her head on his chest. It felt right to be there, like taking her rightful place. She felt totally free, without limits or boundaries to hold her back anymore. “So—how long have you been in love with me?”

Lexi heard him swallow. “Since not long after your Mom died. I loved your mother, but I couldn’t help myself.”

“Why, Daddy? Why did you fall in love with me?”

“Because…” Daddy squirmed in bed again, looking pained for some reason. Lexi contented herself to stay still as she looked up at him. “While she was sick, even before she passed away…I was lonely. I still loved her, that never changed, but the medicine and the treatments, and everything else—it took a lot out of both of us. There was so much stress and so little time. So little of…everything, really.” He didn’t explain further, but Lexi could guess as to what he meant. “And you look so much like her, you sound like her… I know you’re not her, but as you got older, it got harder to tell you apart.” He gave a small, sad smile. “It’s really not any more complicated than that.” Daddy sighed and touched Lexi’s face, brushing her dark hair back. “I’m sorry, baby. I would never want to hurt you, and I never thought it would go this far, but…I think your mother knew what might happen.”

“And that’s why you never told me your secret—Mom was worried you’d lose control when it was just the two of us.” Lexi had loved her mother, so if Daddy was to be believed—and she did believe him—she had to consider her next words carefully. “If you had the chance…would you have acted on your feelings, Daddy?”

“No,” he said, “God, no. I never gave in, never said a thing, even after you moved out. I kept my secret because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. My loving you was just something out of my control.”

“But now, we don’t have secrets anymore,” Lexi said, trying to stay focused on him, on his needs. She took hold of his cock again, feeling the sticky flesh tense up between her fingers. “You don’t have to be in control anymore.”

He licked his lips and shivered again, his head falling backwards. “God, Lexi. You look so good right now, and I…I…!” Daddy finally gave up trying to talk. Instead, he grabbed her shoulders and gave her a kiss, a long and hot embrace of lips and tongues as his arms tightened around her.

Lexi sighed into his mouth, curling her arms up under his. She felt free, at last, after years and years of struggling, of feeling uptight and wanting an intimacy she could never find. Now, with Daddy, Lexi had what she’d always wanted—

—and then they heard a knock on their door.

They both stopped. Lexi opened her eyes, looking up into his.

The knock on the door happened again. “Room service!” a voice called.

Lexi pulled back from him with a little smile and a giggle. Daddy gave a sheepish look in return, then he shooed her for the door. “You should answer it,” he said.

“Like this? Is that okay?”

“Did you forget where we are?”

“Oh! Right.” Lexi took a breath and crawled out of the bed, wiping her hand dry on the covers before giving him a quick smile. “Don’t go anywhere until I get back,” she said. Then she walked to the door, hoping that he was staring at her ass as she went.

The sun had nearly set already, painting the sky in deep, soft blues and purples; an evening breeze washed over her naked flesh, ruffling her hair. It made Lexi feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. There was a hotel employee in uniform on the other side, standing behind a cart laid down with several covered trays. The woman smiled when Lexi opened the door, not batting an eye at her nakedness. “Good evening! I have dinner here for you.”

“Oh, thank you!” Lexi opened the door wider, taking a step back. “Thank you for bringing it out to us.”

“Yes, thank you,” Daddy said, still in bed.

“Allow me.” The woman pushed the cart further inside, then stepped back. “If you’ll please keep the cart inside until the storm passes, then leave it outside in the morning, we’ll retrieve it for you.”

“Of course,” Lexi said.

“Have a pleasant evening!” The woman grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door shut, then Lexi heard her quick footsteps moving away from their little suite.

Lexi took a deep breath and turned back to Daddy, giggling like mad behind her hands. “That was amazing! She wasn’t fazed by me being naked at all!” She bounced on both feet until she was giggled out. “I’m okay,” she said, taking a calming breath. “I’m fine.”

Daddy climbed out of bed, having recovered from her greedy attentions from earlier. He took her hand, bringing it up to his mouth for a kiss. “Nobody could ever be bothered by your body, Baby.”

She gave him a coy smile, pushing up against him. “And now it’s yours whenever you want, right Daddy?”

He gave another shiver. “Thank you for continuing to remind me, Lexi. But for now, let’s eat.”

Dinner was from one of the Pleasure Palace’s two restaurants—it was Japanese food, and was even accompanied by a decorative display piece of a bird made out of carved bamboo shoots, with a long green strands in the shapes of feathers and opened wings. Lexi uncovered both plates and carried them over to a small, round table for two across the room.

Daddy was already sitting down on one side, and he smiled as she set the plates down. “Thank you, Baby.” His mood seemed to have improved, which Lexi took as a good sign.

Lexi bent over and planted a long, warm kiss on his lips. “Just like old times.”

Daddy’s smile turned into a smirk. “Hey, we didn’t eat takeout all the time. I did my best with those dinners at home!”

“You sure did. I, on the other hand…” Lexi grabbed the other chair and pulled it around so she could sit as close to him as possible before taking a seat. The cushion was soft, and her bare bottom sank into it; she could feel his hairy leg next to hers as she caressed his calf. “Remember how I set the roast chicken on fire one Thanksgiving and the Fire Department came?”

Daddy winced as he picked up his utensils. “Don’t remind me. Nearly froze my giblets outside talking to one of them after they put the stove out.”

Lexi was about to take a bite of her teriyaki chicken, looked at his face, then dropped fork and knife together as she started laughing. “So that’s why you came downstairs in just a pair of boxer shorts!” Her laugh got a touch wilder as she hugged her stomach, until she felt tears at the corners of her eyes. “Oh, God! I always wondered about that!”

“Well, how was I supposed to know you’d try to burn the kitchen down while I was napping?” Daddy said. “There wasn’t time for me to go put on more clothes!”

“Oh! Oh my God, Daddy!” Lexi hugged her belly tighter, practically jiggling from the force of her giggles. “I…I could never figure out why you did that!” Her laughter slowed as she wiped under both eyes. “That… That is amazing.”

Daddy chuckled and gave her one breast a poke with his fingertip. “See if I ask you to cook this year.”

After that, Lexi ate her food in happy silence, and Daddy joined in. The food was good—sliced chicken in a brown sauce with cooked vegetables. “I didn’t realize I was…so hungry,” she said a short time later. Her plate was empty as she set both fork and knife down, the way she’d been taught to do as a little girl. Daddy was eating more slowly, so she picked her fork back up and nibbled at a smaller piece of beef on his plate.

“Hey!” he protested. “I’m hungry too!”

“Mm, I can think of what you’re hungry for,” she answered with a sly smile.

Daddy rolled his eyes, but pushed his plate in front of her. “Guess you’d better eat up so you’ll have plenty of energy later.” He said it with a smirk and a wicked look in his eyes. As if on cue, the first rumbling of thunder could be heard on the horizon, and a flash of lightning came after it, throwing long shadows on the wall.

Lexi’s mouth went dry, but she barely looked away from him as she ate with swift, deliberate intent until the plate was clean. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said, wiping her mouth on a napkin. It made her feel small again, like the little girl she used to be, only now she wasn’t so little anymore. His hunger for her, it seemed, had only increased with time.

“Let me get the shutters,” Daddy said as he pushed away from the table. The high windows, meant to let in calm sea breezes, were controlled with a small remote that he fetched from one of the nightstands. As they slowly closed with a humming noise, Lexi took the plates back to the cart. For the first time since returning from the beach, she felt shy and exposed, but it wasn’t born of shame that time. Instead, her heart was pounding with excitement, and she turned around to face the bed, both hands behind her back.

Daddy was sitting on the closest edge of the bed, watching her, eating her up with his eyes. His sandy-blonde hair was still a bit mussed from their earlier time in bed, and his naked body had turned a darker, softer shade in the low light as the tropical moon started to slide behind the black storm clouds. She, meanwhile, glowed like an ivory goddess in the gloom, and Lexi felt very, very naked, stripped to the core as she slowly walked towards him.

When Daddy reached out one hand, she took it. Lexi felt as light and innocent as he was dark and full of desire for her. “You are…beautiful,” he whispered. When he touched her face, Lexi leaned into his hand; when he slid it down her neck and collarbone, she closed her eyes; when he cupped one of her breasts, she moaned and opened her mouth, tongue sliding across her lips.

“Daddy…” She whispered his name, and, taking the hand she held, urged it down between her legs. “Touch me again.”

He caught his breath and she heard him sigh. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, Baby,” he murmured, a tremor in his voice.

Lexi smiled, her eyes still closed. “I just wish I’d been able to ask you to do it sooner.” His fingers on her belly felt hot, like they might burn her, as he brushed over her navel, down the line of her belly, and left hot lines across her mound. The same electric thrill surged in her when he slid a finger up and down the parting of her pussy lips again; just from the feel of it, she was already wet.

Daddy didn’t wait to take what he wanted: he slid one finger deep into her tight hole, slowly stroking her pink walls, grinding hard on that sweet spot that made her whimper and gasp aloud. Her legs trembled, and she let him guide her to the edge of the bed, his curling finger leading her like she was on a leash.

“It feels good, Daddy,” she whimpered, opening her eyes long enough to grab onto his shoulders for balance. Crouched over the soft blankets, Lexi rocked her hips atop his hand, riding the single digit like she wanted to ride his cock, hearing the slick sound of it sliding in and out of her. “Do I look good? Was I worth waiting for?”

“You look so good, Baby,” Daddy said, a smile in his voice. “You were worth waiting for every day I couldn’t have you.” He leaned in closer, pressing soft kisses to her neck and under her chin, his tongue teasing her soft skin.

Lexi sighed, curling both sets of fingers into his hair, kissing his brow. His finger was making her body sing, pulsing with pleasure with every new heartbeat, but she still wanted more. “Daddy?”

He paused his kisses long enough to answer: “Yes, Baby Girl?”

“I…want you to stop.” Her words surprised him, enough that he looked up into her eyes. Drawing his finger out of her, she took it into her mouth, suckling her dark, familiar flavor from his flesh until pulling it out with a soft, wet pop.

Then Lexi crawled up towards the pillows, taking her time, making sure he was watching her body and her upturned ass. Rolling slowly to her back, she opened up both arms and legs for him; her soft, pink cunt was aching for him, glistening in the low light. “Make love to me, Daddy,” she said. Another boom of thunder underscored her request. “I need you now. And I think you need me too.”

There was a soft tapping of rain on the roof that turned into a roar in seconds. Daddy was trying to stare at all of her at once: between her legs, her rising breasts, her face, her shining eyes. He crawled towards her with eagerness, new hunger evident on his face.

Lexi might’ve been an uptight, difficult woman for other men to deal with, but this was the most important person in her world, someone she’d waited a whole lifetime for without knowing it—she needed to please him. When he was close enough, sliding up over her, she took his hard cock in her hand and guided him into place. Looking at him, she smiled. “Make me yours now, Daddy.”

Daddy sighed and pressed against her. The feeling of his cock sliding into her, inside of her, made Lexi’s head fall back; she opened her mouth and moaned long and loud, feeling so wonderfully complete after a lifetime of searching for someone to fit her so well as he did. His cock like was a hot iron sliding into her, marking her as his.

“Ohhhhhhh, fuck,” he said, his face pressed against her shoulder and neck when his shaft couldn’t go any deeper. “Baby… My sweet, wonderful girl… You feel so good, Baby Girl, so fucking good.”

“Do I?” Lexi smiled, slowly rocking her hips, urging him to move. “Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy? Fuck your little girl? Mmmmm… Please take me. I’m all yours.”

Daddy slid his legs up closer to hers, curled his arms around her as he began to move, his strong body sliding against hers, his cock pumping her tight hole with a slow but steady rhythm. The pleasure of it was so strong that Lexi bit her lip, wrapping her arms around him. “More, Daddy,” she pleaded. “More… Please more… Oh, Daddy… Daddy, you feel so good!” Something in her voice took his away and he couldn’t speak, but bent his head and continued to pound her pussy, picking up speed.

This was a night he must’ve dreamt about for a long time, longer than Lexi could begin to guess at. So, she did her best to make it worthwhile for him, clutching at his body, holding him as tight as she knew how. With every touch, every kiss and caress, every wicked and wonderful moment, she could feel herself becoming his, and it was only the evening of the first day. If he was under her spell, maybe she was falling under his, too.

“I love it,” she cooed, “I love it. I love you fucking me, Daddy… You feel so fucking good inside me, fucking your Baby Girl’s pussy. Don’t stop, Daddy, please don’t stop!”

“Won’t stop,” he murmured, too gone in his lust to speak louder. “Won’t ever stop… Need you, Baby… Need to fuck you more!”

By now the hard slaps of flesh, the wet and slippery sounds of his cock churning in her cunny hole, the sounds of his groaning and her frantic breathing, all of it was making Lexi’s head spin. She pushed up and gasped aloud, several times, trying to catch her breath. She was so close to her climax already that she didn’t want to wait anymore: she grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples, squeezing the tight flesh and supple skin of her tits so hard she expected to leave bruises. But the shock of the pain broke her resistance and she called out when her cunt tightened around his driving shaft, making the fucking so much more intense and delicious.

“I… I’m cumming, Daddy!” she cried, clutching him again, nails leaving pale trails across his tan flesh. “Cumming! Cumming! Cum with me, Daddy!” Lexi writhed under her lover like the little vixen she’d always wanted to be. Now, she had her Daddy to thank for that.

Her pleading broke him, and Daddy gave a wordless growl, letting it out through his bared teeth. He pushed his bod tight against hers, thrusting his cock as hard and deep as it could go; Lexi saw white and came again from the force of it, of him grinding and pressing down hard on her clit, while she savored the feel of his cock spasming and twitching between her legs.

Daddy came and came—she felt three jerks, four, five, even six times. His hot ropes of jism were inside her now, boiling in her belly, seeking out a fertile place, if one could be found. The thought of her Daddy flooding her womb with seed that could actually take root and grow—of him making her pregnant—was as terrifying as it was arousing. The thought of her belly swelling and filling out, of giving him another child—it made her want to fuck him raw and never, ever stop.

The two lovers finally slowed and stopped their labors, limbs intertwined, breathing slow and heavy as thunder crashed, lightning flickered, rain roared and the wind howled. The water and waves splashed and rolled around their cabin, but in their dark place within it, they were safe. Lexi felt completely protected in her Daddy’s arms. She also didn’t want to stop their lovemaking—to her, it felt like stopping would break the spell of that night, cutting off the pleasure they were sharing together. “Do you still love me, Daddy?” she asked, dragging her nails down his back, over his tight buttocks.

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