Crazy Cruise trip with fathers

⚠️NOTICE :- This is back story of Sam & Bill how they started their relationship

Day 4 on the Ship will start in next chapter

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Bill walked to the shower, whistling the jingle of a recent coffee commercial. Sam watched her father -- watched the sway of his heavy cock with each step, the rippling of muscle under the skin, and clutched the towel tighter around her naked teenage body.

Holding the glass door to the spacious shower open, Bill smiled at her.

'You coming, princess?'

Sam's skin felt extra sensitive. Her little pink nipples were rigid against the fabric of the towel. She felt her heartbeat between her legs.

The towel dropped on the floor.

'Yes, daddy.'

Father and daughter had always been close. When his wife passed away and Bill found himself having to care for Sam alone, he took to hopping in the shower with her in the morning to save time, and over the years, the habit just hadn't really worn off -- because there didn't seem to be any reason to.

Sam knew she had to keep her purity, and though she wasn't sure what that meant, exactly, she knew to wear modest clothes and that boyfriends were strictly forbidden until she went to college. Not that she minded -- she'd always said she wanted to marry her daddy when she grew up. Now that she was sixteen, she knew that wasn't possible, but that fact didn't do anything to ignite her interest in boys. Which was just as well, since she went to an all-girls school ruled by a puritanical headmistress.

Their routine hadn't changed in years. Sam and Bill woke up at the same time, and met in the master bathroom, where they'd take off their pyjamas and crowd into the shower for the morning wash. Sam knew how to clean herself, of course, but Bill always gave her a hand, and as she grew older, she started to look forward to these helping gestures more and more…

Bill would wash his daughter's back, foregoing sponges or loofas and massaging her supple skin directly with his palms. Then, his hands slid along the sides of her breasts, and he'd gently knead her growing chest with sudsy fingers, explaining that it would ease the growing pains. Sam trusted him. All she knew was that his powerful hands on her breasts felt wonderful, particularly when he'd trap her nipples between two fingers, pinching and pulling them in a way that made her a little dizzy. It was on accident -- he wouldn't pinch her on purpose -- but it sure was nice.

When her tits were clean and properly massaged, he'd go down and wash her flat tummy, her hips. Every caress made her tingle. She couldn't remember a time when her father's touch didn't give her a strange feeling between the legs. He used to wash her little pussy for her, but once he'd noticed the hair starting to grow around it, he'd told her she was getting too old for that. She had to wash herself, now -- only her husband could touch her between the legs, and no one else.

With every passing year, though, she missed his fingers there more and more.

Sometimes, when he was washing her, she felt something poking her buttocks, and she knew his penis would be sticking up. When she'd asked about it, years before, he'd explained that men reacted like that at random, and that she shouldn't worry about it -- so she didn't. Not worrying didn't mean she didn't think about it, though. When it was hard, his penis felt hot , way hotter than it did when it bumped against her when it was soft, and it got so big . Sam didn't know why, but feeling it against her butt, and the small of her back -- it gave her that same tingle between the legs. So she backed up, rubbed against it, felt the girth slip between her buttocks. Bill didn't comment. He just let it happen. So it was fine, right? She was just helping clean him .

One morning, she woke up a good half hour before her alarm, and lay in bed unable to go back to sleep. It was a Saturday, and she often skipped the Saturday morning showers to sleep in, washing later in the day, but no point wasting an early awakening. She hopped out of bed, traded her pyjamas for a fluffy towel, and walked to her father's bedroom, through which the ensuite bathroom lay.

The bedroom door was ajar, just enough to let her peek inside, so she peered through the crack, careful to be quiet in case Bill was asleep.

He wasn't asleep.

Kneeling on the covers, completely naked, Sam's father stared at her most recent school picture and ran his hand over his stiff cock.

Sam wasn't sure what he was doing. In the shower, he'd hold his shaft in a soapy grip to clean it, whether it was soft or hard, but he wasn't cleaning it now -- was he? His penis gleamed with something slick, which Sam thought might be liquid soap until she saw that it came from the hole on the tip of his prick. Bill kept his gaze on his daughter's photograph, grunting quietly, and pumped his hand up and down the length of his dick in a steady rhythm.

Sam's heart hammered in her chest, though she didn't know why.

'Daddy?'

Bill jumped, letting go of himself, and turned to look at his teen daughter. His cock bobbed with the movement, pointing straight at her. She saw a little of that clear stuff drool out of the tip, slowly drip onto the sheets.

'Sam!'

'What are you doing?'

He hesitated. To Sam's disappointment, he covered up his fascinating penis with the bedsheet, sinking down on his haunches to further hide it.

'It's nothing, princess. Just something boys do when they're alone. You shouldn't have seen it.'

Instantly, guilt struck Sam's heart. Bill didn't seem angry, though, just embarrassed, so she tried to keep a casual affect. 'I'm sorry. I didn't know you… did that. Do you do it every morning?'

Bill nodded, and cleared his throat. 'Why don't you go back to your room?'

'So we won't shower?'

A beat passed between them, and Bill sighed. Gingerly, he lowered the sheet. He wasn't any softer -- if anything, his cock seemed stiffer than before, and the slimy stuff trickled down the belly of his penis, now. He stood and gestured for her to come in, heading to the bathroom.

Inside, Sam was struck by how… strange everything felt. They'd been in this room thousands of times, been naked with each other every one of those times, but there was something heavy in the room, now. ' You shouldn't have seen it ,' he said. Maybe that's why the mood was different.

But why shouldn't she have seen it?

Was it linked to the reason why her whole body was hot? Why the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up straight?

'You coming, princess?'

Her towel fell to the ground.

'Yes, daddy.'

The hot water made her gasp. Sam's skin was hyper sensitive, hungry for touch, much more than usual. She closed her eyes, and waited for Bill to run his hands all over her.

Instead, he lamely handed her the liquid soap, and mumbled something about making sure she cleaned herself properly. She blinked, and saw him facing away from her, briskly going through his morning routine. It looked like he might finish bathing in seconds, rather than the near half hour every morning shower usually took.

'You're old enough to do it yourself, right?' he said. There was a strain in his voice.

She knew that, after they finished, he was going to tell her they couldn't continue their routine.

She knew .

'Daddy,' she said.

She saw his movements pause. His back was broad, with a strength that carried through his thick limbs and into that bewitching tool between his legs. Sam breathed in the steamy air, and, with a gentle nudge to his shoulder, made him turn to face her. His penis curved to the ceiling.

Sam squeezed a little liquid soap onto her hands, crouched down, and wrapped one hand around her father's hard cock.

'Sam!' he gasped, covering her hand with his own. 'No!'

'You've cleaned me every day, daddy. I want to clean you.'

She moved her hand out of his grasp, down to his dark pink cockhead, helped by the slippery soap. Bill lowered his arm, shaking ever so slightly, and watched her fist travel up and down his prick in the same way he'd been jerking himself off minutes prior.

'God forgive me,' he murmured. 'Oh, princess…'

His heavy balls were pulled tight in his sack, and Sam's other arm snaked around her father's thick thigh to take hold of them, carefully soaping them up, too.

'I don't want to stop showering with you,' she said, looking up at him with earnest eyes. 'I know you said my husband would be the one to touch me between the legs, when you clean me, I want you to be the one to do that.' His cock throbbed in her grasp. 'I don't know why. Is that wrong?'

I'm the one who's wrong, baby,' he whispered. 'It's not normal for a father to shower with his daughter. It's not normal for a father to get hard because of his daughter.'

'But it feels good ,' Sam insisted. Her stroking grew faster as her mood became more intense. 'Why should we stop if it feels nice?'

'Oh, princess, slow down, you can't --'

But Sam's lovely, soft hand slid up and down, up and down, and her slender fingers cupped his balls and massaged them every so tenderly -- he knew he'd shoot, and fast, so without thinking further, he bent forward, grabbed his daughter under the arms, and hoisted her up to her feet. With a yelp, she tumbled forwards against him, and their wet, slick bodies slid against each other, her soft perky tits mashing against his hard body --

And his rigid cock slapping up against her pussy, getting trapped between her thighs.

Sam moaned . Her body and voice reacted without her input, set ablaze by her father's prick rubbing against her virgin cunt. She knew contact there felt good. Sometimes, she squeezed her legs together hard when she sat on the bus and they passed that one bumpy stretch of road she always knew was coming, but she didn't know what touching herself truly meant .

Bill hadn't told her, because he knew that explaining sex, explaining desire, would mean the end of their showers together. Or so he'd thought.

Sam writhed against her father, wiggling her hips to force his cock to rock against her lips, and Bill instinctively slung an arm around the small of her back to pull her into his thrusts.

'I can't do this,' he stammered, feeling his sensitive, red-hot head slip past his daughter's pussy lips, again and again, burying between her soft thighs. 'Sam, if you don't stop moving, it's going to go -- inside you --'

'Okay,' she murmured.

'No -- Jesus, baby, I'm your father. We can't. This is for -- for your husband --'

'Then be my husband, daddy!'

With that, she took his lips in a clumsy approximation of a kiss, the kind she saw in movies. Bill gasped into her mouth, and she stuck her tongue in his, trying hard to relieve some of the heat building up and driving her crazy.

That triggered something in Bill. He held on tight to his daughter's young body, and walked her into the opposite shower wall, answering her attempts with his experienced mouth and searching tongue.

'Don't say that,' he grunted, licking her bottom lip. 'You're too young to say that.'

'Then why do I feel like this?' she whined. 'I love when you touch me. I've always wanted to marry you, and you said I'd grow out of it, but I haven't.' Sam rocked her hips fast, almost delirious from the constant contact of Bill's meat against her little cunt. 'How can I get this -- this heat to go away? It's like I -- want your -- your penis in --'

'Shh,' Bill shushed her, and spoke urgently, between deeper and deeper kisses. 'My princess. I only wanted you to stay pure, because you make me think bad thoughts. But it's too late.'

He scrambled to turn off the shower, and swept Sam up in his arms, walking the short distance to the bed, which he crashed onto with his daughter close to his body. Their lips never parted, constantly swapping spit and moans, and he swallowed her cry when his hand dove between her legs.

One day, I'm going to fuck your little pussy,' he said, voice thick and dangerous. Sam held on to his neck, desperately humping against his hand, keening when he squeezed her clit between those skilled fingers. 'That means I'll put my cock inside you, honey.'

'And you'll be my husband?'

'And I'll be your husband.'

Sam shuddered, stiffened in his grasp, and was wracked with her first ever orgasm. As her climax burst and spread all over her body, making her pussy clench and unclench fast, Bill climbed over her to shower hot cum on her sweet petals.

In the height of this all-encompassing passion, Sam knew she'd keep this vow, she'd become his wife, and she'd one day feel that load deep inside her womb.

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