My wife and I had been divorced for three years when she remarried and moved to a distant city. I had to content myself with only seeing my daughter on holidays and during the summer. I would save up my vacation time and take a month off. I live at the beach, so we always had fun things to do close by.

My daughter is a knockout. She has a beautiful face, my eyes and her mother's blond hair. She's now 18 and about 5'9" tall with legs that go on forever. She's slender and from what I could tell the last time I saw her, she's developing a nice rack up top. I had last seen her at Christmas six months ago. I knew that this summer I would have to keep a close eye on her. Her with that body on the beach in a bikini would be a lethal combination.

I picked her up at the airport and my suspicions were confirmed. She was wearing those low rider jeans popular these days and a crop top. There was a good five inches of skin exposed at her midriff. She had apparently gotten her belly button pierced since last summer. I wonder if she had any tattoos. I sighed the resigned sigh of a father whose little girl is growing up.

She ran up to me with her customary, "Hi Daddy!" She threw her arms around me and hugged me tight against her.

"Hi Cyndi, how was your flight?"

"The usual, Daddy. Long delays, bad food, you know the drill."

"The beach awaits. Let's get your luggage."

We went down and retrieved her luggage and made it out to the car. I was treated to a non-stop stream of chatter about the goings on in her life. I had missed her high school graduation a month ago, but all was forgiven when I told her I was going to buy her a car. She was due to start attending college in the fall.

"Daddy, I've decided to go to State."

"That's great, honey."

"No, Daddy I mean State College here where you live."

"You want to bunk with your old man?"

"If you would let me, that would be great!"

"Does your mother know about this?"

"Yeah. She thinks it's fine."

"Ok, wouldn't want your mother mad at me."

I wasn't really as enthusiastic as I was trying to appear. I don't have a steady girlfriend; I have a steady stream of them. Having my impressionable daughter in the house would put a damper on my adventurous sex life. Yes, I am into the alternative lifestyle. I enjoyed sex parties, sometimes hosted at my house. I guess I wouldn't be hosting a party anytime soon. I would have to change the venue of my entertainment, but I guess that was a small price to pay.

We got to the house and I helped Cyndi get her luggage to her room. She wanted to go right to the beach, so we left the unpacking for later. I went to change into my trunks. After I was changed I went to the garage to fill the cooler with ice and sodas. It has wheels, so it's easy to take along.

Cyndi bounced down the stairs wearing a long t-shirt over her bathing suit. Cyndi carried the towels and the beach chairs and I grabbed the cooler. My house is right on the beach. There is only a walkway and a low wall separating my property from the sand. We went to our favorite spot near some palm trees. We could lie in the sun or sit in the shade if we wanted.

I'm dark where my daughter is fair. My hair is black as sin and my eyes are ice blue. I've been told I'm good looking. I'm active and I work out, so my 42 year old body was still pretty well muscled. My daughter has my eyes, like I said, and her mother's curly blond hair. She wears it long, down to the middle of her back. She's fair, but tans well in the summer, her skin browning to an adorable shade of peach. Peaches and cream, I used to tell her when she was a little girl.

I set up the low beach chairs and spread out the towels. Cyndi lifted her t-shirt over her head and I got a shock. Her fire engine red bikini was barely there on the bottom. The top was ok, but a bit too well constructed. It really supported and pressed her breasts together, giving her fantastic cleavage. When she turned around I saw that the bikini bottom was a thong in the back. My cock got hard. She looked like a Penthouse centerfold. I was stunned.

I tried to distract myself by turning away and opening up the cooler. I grabbed a soda and plopped down in the beach chair. I pressed the cold beverage can to my groin, trying to reduce the swelling, but my cock was having none of it. I put on my sunglasses and leaned my head back, trying to meditate or something. Anything to get my eyes and mind off the incredibly hot babe who happened to be my daughter.

"You like my new bathing suit, Daddy?"

"Uh, yeah. What there is of it."

Cyndi laughed. She knew I wouldn't forbid her anything and I knew she was testing me. She made a great show of spreading suntan lotion over her body. She had a pretty good tan for this early in the summer. She must have gone to a tanning salon or something.

"Daddy, I can't reach my back. I don't want to get burned. Can you put lotion on my back?"

Since she was lying on her stomach I hoped she wouldn't be able to see my cock straining in my trunks. I knelt next to her and put lotion on my hands. I spread it over her back. It wasn't too bad until I realized I'd have to spread it on her ass cheeks also. She had a thong bikini on, after all.

"Uh, honey?"

"Yeah, Daddy?"

"Um, I'm going to have to put some of this on your bottom, unless you want that to get burned."

"Thanks Daddy."

I spread some more lotion on my hands and in a businesslike manner, or at least that's what I told myself, I spread it over her ass cheeks. I tried so hard not to squeeze them, but I couldn't resist the temptation. I did, just a little and Cyndi didn't seem to notice. They were perfect firm globes of flesh. She has beautiful skin, without blemish.

I went back to sitting in the beach chair and shoving the cold soda in my crotch. I now wished I had brought some beer. I guess I could go back to the house to get some, but no way was I letting my daughter out of my sight. She was attracting a lot of lustful male glances. Her perfect tight ass, split by that sexy thong was a magnet for the eye.

It got worse when she turned over. She went and got a soda and sat in the beach chair next to me. I must admit we made a striking pair. I think the only reason the young guys weren't coming up to her was that they thought she was mine. Well, she is mine but not in the way they thought.

We spent a few hours out in the sun. Despite all the sodas I was drinking I felt light headed as if I were dehydrated. I suggested we go in and shower and get ready to go out for an early dinner. Neither my daughter nor I are good cooks, so we end up eating out a lot. I would always take her to her favorite Italian restaurant on her first evening in town.

I was glad when she put that t-shirt back on and covered up all that skin. We got to the house and went our separate ways to shower and change. I soaped myself in the shower, still trying to ignore my unruly body. Well, one does have to clean that part of one's body also. I lingered over soaping my cock and balls, wishing I were thinking about anything else but my daughter. Flashes of images of her naked body kept entering my mind and before I knew it, I was jacking myself. I groaned her name while shooting a load of cum down the shower drain.

I thought I'd have a break from the erotic display of skin, but no such luck. Her dress was beautiful, but very sexy. She was wearing red again, as if to remind me of the thong bikini. The dress hugged her breasts and torso before flaring to a sexy fuller skirt that only went to mid thigh. Cleavage was in evidence once again. She was also wearing sexy little high-heeled sandals.

This went on every day. I didn't know how I would be able to live in the same house with her and retain my sanity. I tried to encourage her to go out and meet friends, but she wanted to spend all her time with me. I guess that was what we were used to doing when her visits were only a month during the summer.

I got no relief. Sexy thong bikinis at the beach, low hip riding jeans and crop tops at the shopping mall, sexy dresses and high heels in the evening. I'm not even mentioning what she would be wearing when she came to the breakfast table in the morning. I'm not sure if I was successful in hiding my reaction to her all the time, but she didn't say anything.

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