Buck Fever

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | Epilogue

Chapter Three

Bob felt chagrined as they approached the area where he'd left Sam and Randy, and found them still at work. Their tree stand was basically complete, and now they were improving it, adding a back rest. They'd obviously been hard at work while he and Mallory ... well ... hadn't.

He had a moment of doubt, though, when his daughter stood up from where she'd been bent over cutting a branch with the bow saw, and smiled and waved at him.

She looked just like she'd looked every other time he'd seen her in the recent past.

But now he knew she wasn't just like he'd thought she was every other time he'd seen her, lately.

"Boy are you in for a treat," Mallory, called out to the pair, brash as all get out.

"Why?" asked Samantha.

"Mallory!" warned Bob.

"Wait until you get to the part where he distracts you while you try to shoot," said Mallory, ignoring him.

"Oh?" Sam obviously heard something in her cousin's voice, and looked questioningly at her father.

"Mallory!" barked Bob.

"Oh, calm down," said Mallory. "I'm not going to ruin the surprise."

"What surprise?" asked Sam, now suspicious.

"There won't be any surprise," said Bob, doggedly.

"Oh, is Randy going to surprise her instead?" asked Mallory, grinning.

Bob felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he realized Mallory was not going to give him any time to adjust to their new relationship before the others were made privy to it.

"Stop!" said Bob, tensely. "There's a right way and a wrong way to go about this."

"What's going on here?" asked Sam, fully suspicious now.

"Yeah? What's going on?" asked Randy as he approached the group.

"I see you've made good progress," said Bob, trying to steer the conversation to a more comfortable topic.

"We made excellent progress too," said Mallory, smoothly.

"You did?" asked Sam.

Bob wanted to grab her and put his hand over her mouth. She spoke before he could.

"I put five bullets in a circle this big," bragged Mallory, holding up her hands to form a circle.

"Impressive," said Randy, wiping his hands on his jeans. "We heard the shots. Who's next?"

"I think Sam should go next," said Mallory. "He's very good at teaching a girl what to do."

"Oh, crap," groaned Bob.

Sam reached to take Mallory by the arm and dragged her away from the men until they were far enough that they couldn't be heard. Their heads went together. Mallory was obviously doing the talking.

Sam's head went back sharply, her neck stiff. She darted a glance in the direction of the men. Bob was quite sure that look was at him. He wondered what he was going to do now. He expected her to react like any normal girl might react if she found out her father had diddled her best friend. Not happily.

But the conversation went on. Now it was obvious Sam was interrogating Mallory.

"What's going on?" asked Randy, again. He looked puzzled.

Bob had no answer. So the truth just slipped out again.

"I saw what you three were doing in the back of the camper last night," he said.

"Shit!" gasped Randy.

Finally, somebody looked guilty.

"I discussed it with your sister," said Bob.

"Oh." Randy looked away.

Finally a teenager who got caught doing something acted like a teenager who got caught doing something. He eventually looked back at Bob.

"Are you going to shoot me?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"Of course not," said Bob, shocked.

"I didn't do anything to Sam that she didn't say was okay," the boy argued.

"Mallory told me all about that," said Bob.

It finally penetrated Randy's brain that Bob wasn't breathing fire.

"I bet that was interesting," Randy hazarded.

"You have no idea," sighed Bob.

"I bet I do," Randy responded.

"Why do you say that?"

"I know how she feels about you," said Randy. "So does Sam."

"Criminy," said Bob. "Is there anybody who doesn't know?"

"Oh, it's only me and Sam who know," said the boy. "And it's not like they talk to me about it directly. But they talk to each other about how they feel about you, and I'm there, sometimes."

"I bet you are," growled Bob.

"Only because they come get me," Randy said, clearly defending himself.

"And you fight them like crazy, but they're too strong for you, right?" Bob's voice was full of sarcasm.

"What would you do?" asked Randy. He frowned. "I mean imagine that you're not related to them. What would you do then?"

Bob started to say he'd give both of them a good, sound spanking, but then images of that flooded his mind ... girls over his lap ... naked buns exposed ... buns that turn pink as he slapped them, requiring that he rub them ... maybe with lotion ... and of course his oily fingers might slip ... accidentally, of course. He remembered how incredibly hot and tight Mal's pussy had been as he explored its depths with his middle finger. He'd found her cervix and rimmed it with the tip of his finger, eliciting a squeal of delight from the young girl. Her legs, already wide open in acceptance of what he was doing, spread wider. And she'd put a bullet on the edge of the plate while he was doing that!

"I have no idea," Bob finally admitted.

"They're both such babes," said Randy.

"Yeah," sighed Bob, staring at the two girls.

"What are you going to do now?" asked Randy.

"Again, I have no idea," said Bob.

It was silent for a few seconds, and then Randy exhibited his intelligence.

"So ... did you and Mal ... do anything?"

Bob just looked at him, frowning.

"I told you I know how she feels," said the boy. "If she had half a chance, I know she'd try to get you to do something." He frowned again. "She sounded like maybe you did something."

"I admit I had a lapse in judgment, and sort of lost control," said Bob.

Randy shrugged. "I've been trying to lose control with them for years. They won't let me."

"I saw what they do to keep you in line," said Bob. "Last night. Remember?"

"That's all they'll do with me," said Randy. "I swear."

"I believe you," said Bob. "I appreciate that you've never been ... um ... forceful with them."

"Are you kidding? They'd kill me," said the boy. "Or cut me off. That might be even worse!"

"Indeed," said Bob.

It was quiet again for a bit. The girls still had their heads together.

"They made a pact," said Randy, quietly.

"She told me," said Bob.

"So ... um ... does that mean ..." Randy's voice cracked, and Bob realized he was both nervous and a little embarrassed.

"If you're asking whether you get to have sex with Sam because I had sex with your sister, the answer is no," said Bob, firmly. "I did not fuck your sister."

"Oh," said Randy.

He was so obviously disappointed that Bob almost laughed.

"We talked about waiting until next year," said Bob, just to see what Randy's reaction would be. That reaction did make him laugh. "Mal said you have it bad for Sam," he said, in follow-up.

"I can't help it," said Randy. "She's ... I don't know ... she's the best girl I know."

"Thanks," said Bob. "I'm in agreement with you."

"She just makes me feel crazy sometimes," said Randy.

"Women will do that to you," said Bob, sagely.

"I think I love her," said Randy, very softly.

Bob suppressed the urge to snort. He moderated his reply.

"It's hard to tell, when you don't have a lot of experience with women," he suggested.

"It's like if she's mad at me, I can't breathe," said Randy. "When I'm around her and she's talking to other guys, my stomach hurts and I want to hit them. When she smiles at me, I feel like I won the lottery. And when she touches me ..."

"You don't need to go into detail about that part," said Bob.

"Oh," said Randy, darting him a look. "Yeah. Sorry."

"I'm going to say you don't have to be sorry," said Bob. "She's a big girl. A lot bigger than I realized. I can't blame you for feeling the way you do. And I suppose I can't blame her for what she decides to do with you. As a father I don't like that, but as a man I understand."

"Thanks," said Randy, straightening up a little. "Even if it isn't very much."

Bob laughed again.

"When I was your age, the idea of two girls giving me a blow job at the same time was what we called a blue movie. I'd have killed just to get my hands on one of those films, much less actually have it happen to me. That kind of thing just didn't happen back then."

"I guess I never really thought about it like that," said Randy. "We three have been best buds for so long, and grown up together that I guess I take that for granted. Everything we ever learned about that stuff we learned together."

"I suppose you played doctor," said Bob.

"Doctor? I don't think so."

"Where you examined them and they examined you?"

"Oh, you mean 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours,'" he said.

"Yes," said Bob.

"Yeah, we did that kind of thing a lot. We were having a race to see who grew hair first."

Again, Bob suppressed a laugh. "Who won?"

"Sam, actually," said Randy. "I was really mad, because I was a year older and I didn't think it was fair that she'd get hair before I did."

"Boys lag behind girls at that stage of things," said Bob.

"Yeah, I know that now," said the boy. "They're coming back."

Bob watched the girls approach. His daughter's face was impassive, clean of emotion, unreadable.

"We're ready to go learn to shoot," she said.


"Randy and me," she said.

"At the same time?" asked Bob.

Sam gave him a level look.

"If somebody is going to distract me, it should probably be him ... don't you think?"

Bob stood ten yards behind the firing line. Sam was seated, hunched over, peering through the scope.

Randy was right behind her, standing and watching the target through the binoculars.

Bob had run her through her paces. She hadn't shot quite as well as Mal, but all the bullets hit the plate. Of course a lot of that was the scope, but even so, a scope wasn't any good unless the gun was properly held and fired.

Eventually, she took her headphones off and looked back at her father.

"I'm ready for the distraction now."

She was so serious, and so calm, that Bob felt surreally capable of saying, "Okay."

Randy had stared at Bob, having been briefed by his sister on what was expected of him.

"Can I?" he asked, when Sam called him over. "I mean is it okay?"

"Like I said," replied Bob. "She's a big girl now."

Still, the boy looked nervous. He took his time edging toward Sam, and then leaned over and lifted one of her earmuffs to say something softly in her ear. Her reply could not be heard, but he knelt behind her and put his hands on her hips. His fingertips edged under the hem of her T shirt.

Mallory edged in front of Bob and blatantly guided his hands under her own shirt again.

"You can hold on to me while he holds on to her," she said, over her shoulder.

Again, her warm, firm breasts filled his hands. Quite suddenly, he knew he'd fuck this girl. If that seems abrupt, then think of the example of arriving at the conclusion that the country is going down the tubes, and it's only a matter of time before the shit hits the fan. And you're pretty sure there's nothing you can do about it. That conclusion arrives unbidden and usually very suddenly. His realization about Mallory was very much like that. He realized he would not be able to resist her forever.

He thought about trying to make something like that work back home. When would they have a chance to engage in that pursuit? Where would they do it? Would it be hurried, quick? Would they be afraid of being caught?

He looked over his shoulder at the camper. He could do it tonight ... take his time ... make it last. Nobody could catch them. He closed part of his mind off to the concept that, while he was taking his time with Mallory, up in the cab over bed, Randy would be taking his time with Sam, in one of the other beds. He didn't want to think about that. But thinking about having Mallory naked, in his bed, in the camper, going all night long, acting like honeymooners ... that was something he could think about.

This hunting trip would be the best, possibly the only chance for them to really be able to relax and enjoy it.

And she was going to continue badgering him about it. That much was clear.

Maybe if he gave her what she wanted on this trip, her curiosity would be assuaged and her lust would be manageable when she got home.

But would his?

What if Lucy ever found out? She'd kill him. It was just that simple. He knew how she felt about her kids "experimenting with sex." He knew she was resigned to it happening eventually, but he was absolutely sure she wouldn't approve of it happening this soon ... or in that fashion. He suppressed an almost hysterical burst of laughter as he imagined presenting it to Lucy as part of the home school curriculum about sex education.

No, it was imperative that, if he did this crazy thing, Lucy not find out about it.

But Mallory knew that too. She certainly wouldn't tell her mother about it. Neither would Randy. And Sam had no reason to.

He'd just make sure they never did it under circumstances where Lucy could become aware of it.

He realized his fingers were twiddling Mallory's nipples. She was pressing her butt against his cock, which was hard.

The rifle went off, startling him.

He watched, amazed, as Sam did exactly what Mallory had done - press Randy's hands to her breasts, and pick up the binoculars to check the target herself.

She obviously liked having his hands on her.

And that was when it all gelled in Bob's mind.

He was going to fuck his niece that night.

Women have a strange ability to turn it on and off with relative ease. At least that's what it seems like to a man, who stays horny pretty much until he spurts. If that doesn't happen for hours or days, then he stays horny for hours or days. Of course that's a generalization, but men definitely can't just calm down like women do.

That's what the girls did. As soon as Sam was happy with her performance (and, come to think of it, with Randy's performance), she stood up, pulled his hands out of her shirt, and handed him the rifle.

"Your turn," she said, calmly.

Mallory copied her cousin, pulling Bob's hands out of her shirt too.

Bob shook his head and went to teach his nephew to shoot.

Randy was a natural. He shot a better group than Bob could have. His five shots could have been covered with a quarter.

"You're wasting ammo," said Bob, reaching to take the gun from him.

"Not so fast," said Sam. "We had to shoot while distracted. He should too."

Bob looked at Randy, who looked back.

"He's not putting his hands in my shirt," said Randy.

"Of course not, you ," said Sam.

"Drop your pants," said Mallory.


"Drop 'em," said his sister.

"In front of Uncle Bob?" The boy looked horrified.

"He saw it last night," said Sam, giving her father a long look. "Hurry up. I'm hungry."

"My pants," said Randy, his voice faint.

"Those things you keep your dick in?" said Mallory. "Do you need help?"

He snapped out of it.

"No." He looked at Bob again.

Bob shrugged.

Slowly, he reached for his belt. When that and his zipper were undone, he paused.

"Let's see how you can do standing, mister hot shot," said Sam, taking the rifle from her father and handing it to Randy.

While he reloaded the rifle, Sam knelt and tugged his pants down to his thighs. She knelt, patiently, as he fumbled cartridges into the magazine. Bob was amazed to see the boy's youthful penis was flaccid.

It didn't stay that way long.

The picture of him standing there, half naked, his junk literally in the wind, would have been hilarious to Bob's mind, had not his own daughter been preparing to put her mouth on Randy's dick.

Sam didn't seem to care that it was soft. Using two fingers, she maneuvered it into her mouth. Bob saw her cheeks cave in and his own cock gave a lurch in his pants.

"Does Uncle Bob have a boner?" came a whisper in his left ear.

Mallory's hands slid around him and went to explore the front of his pants.

"Mmmm, he does," she said. "Maybe you are a pervert."

He could hear the twinkle in her voice, but what he felt was troubling. He couldn't tear his eyes away from what his daughter was doing. And she was doing it right in front of him, without apology. It was almost like she was punishing him.

"Ohhhh, fuck," groaned Randy. The muzzle of the rifle sagged toward the ground. It almost impacted Sam's head.

"She's in front of you!" warned Bob automatically.

"I know," said Randy.

"Be careful where you point that gun!"

"That's what you're worried about?" Randy turned to look at him.

Bob pulled out of Mal's arms and went to where his daughter's head was moving back and forth now. Her lips slid along a penis that was now fully engorged. He took the rifle from the boy's hands.

His daughter continued to fellate her cousin.

But her eyes looked up and over at her father's face.

She continued to suck him anyway.

Bob had turned away from the young couple. He wasn't stupid. Sam's actions were obviously an attempt to make him feel something. She didn't look angry, but he sensed she was. He expected that, in a way. What he didn't expect was for her to have the raw courage to do what she'd done.

Once he'd turned away, and gone to sit by the fire, she had finished Randy off. The fact that he wasn't watching impacted Bob hard. She wasn't punishing him now. Now she was simply doing something she liked to do.

Mallory had gone with him to the fire. She wasn't stupid either. And she had the advantage of knowing what was going on in Sam's mind. Plus she could see that her uncle was shaken.

"You okay?" she asked, sitting down beside him.

Slurping noises came from behind them. So did Randy's groans.

He laid the rifle over his lap, pointed away from Mallory. He ejected the magazine from the rifle and handed it to Mallory. Mechanically, he checked the action and verified the chamber was empty.

"I don't know," he said.

"She's jealous," said Mallory.

He turned to look at her.


"She's jealous. Of you and me."

"That's crazy," he said. "I thought you two had planned this all out."

"That's true. I don't think she expected to feel the way she does."

"So she's mad," said Bob.

"Not exactly. Like I said, she's jealous."

"She can't want me," said Bob. "Not like you do."

"I wasn't sure before this," said Mallory. "You should talk to her about it."

"I can't ask my own daughter if she has a letch for me," said Bob.

"Why not?"

"I just can't," he moaned.

"Do you have a letch for her?"

He tensed.

"I'm not supposed to."

"She might not think about it like that. I'm just saying. Besides, you got a boner watching her suck my brother."

"I ..." He trailed off, helplessly. He'd gotten that boner because he was fondling Mallory's naked breasts. But he also knew it had gotten even harder when Sam started doing what she was ... doing.

"It always makes me hot," she said. "Watching them, I mean."

"I'm her father."

"He's my brother."

"That doesn't make it okay."

"You should talk to her."

"I can't."

"Okay. But she's going to let Randy fuck her. Tonight."

"What if you and I don't do it tonight?" he asked.

"She's going to do it anyway."

"Shit," he said.

"Ohhh Sam," came the plaintive moan of a very happy young man, behind them.

Her response was just more slurping.

Bob resisted the urge to look.

"Want me to do that for you right now?" asked Mallory. "It's only fair."

"No," said Bob. "If she really is jealous, that won't help things."


"Plus, I don't want her to get mad at you," he said.

"Oh, she's not mad at me," said Mallory, firmly.

"And how does that work?" asked Bob.

"She knew I'd jump whenever I had the chance. I think she's just mad because you didn't talk to her first, you know, tell her how you felt about me? Before you groped me, I mean."

"My daughter is upset with me because I didn't ask her permission to molest her cousin?" He raised his eyebrows.

Mallory shrugged. "I think so."

"Well that's just asinine," snorted Bob.

"I'm just saying," said Mal, again.

Bob stared into the fire.

"You can sleep with me tonight," he said.

"Thank you," she replied, leaning against him. She didn't sound like a teeny bopper. If anything, her gratitude seemed deeply genuine. “I've wanted this for so long. Finally I get to grow up.”

"Mallory, you're supposed to be grown up already when you do something like this," he said.

"Well!" she said, brightly. "Tomorrow morning, when I want to do it again, I will be."

Supper was strained. The only person there who seemed relaxed was Mallory. She was her bubbly, chipper self.

Randy looked guilty. Bob knew he could dispel that guilt, but didn’t feel like making the effort.

Sam looked preoccupied. Every time she licked her lips, Bob imagined she had done that after swallowing Randy’s load. That she had swallowed it was made clear by Randy’s exhortations to do so, and praise for what a wonderful job she was making of it. She had said very little to anyone since then.

As for Bob, he was trying to sort through his feelings. A lot had happened in a short time. In one sense, it was a whole new world he found himself in. The three teens he thought he knew so well seemed like strangers now, grown up strangers. It would be easy to imagine them as college students, based on the things they had said and done, right in front of him.

He chewed on the concept that his daughter might be jealous, and what that meant. The most obvious interpretation was that she wanted to do the same things with him that Mallory did. That was astonishing on the face of it, and seemed highly unlikely. She’d never shown any kind of intent like that at home. She’d had the chance to run around naked in front of him, but didn’t do that. Not frequently, anyway, and never in a coy manner. And sure, he’d noticed her girly parts developing over the years, and how beautiful she was. But he didn’t think he’d sent her any signals that he lusted after her.

She was the woman of the house. Quite literally. Did that factor into this puzzle, somehow?

He could find no answers. He thought about Mal’s recommendation to talk to Sam, but he got the impression an overture now would be rebuffed.

All he could do was wait.

Mallory went into the camper and brought out the makings of S’mores. She passed out straightened coat hangers to roast the marshmallows on, and then peeled the paper off of a packet of chocolate. Randy took the box of Graham Crackers from her and opened it.

In his peripheral vision, Bob saw Sam looking in his direction. He tried to keep looking like he was, so she wouldn’t know he was aware of her scrutiny. She kept looking. He felt giddy and decided to take the bull by the horns. He turned to meet her gaze.

“Want to take a walk?” he asked.

He saw her start to close up, but then she relaxed. She nodded.

“Where you going?” asked Randy.

“Never mind,” said Mal. “We’re going to roast marshmallows and make S’mores and they’ll be back.” She looked at the couple retreating from the fire. “Don’t be too long,” she called out. “Or we’ll eat your S’mores!”

Sam lifted one hand in a languid wave that could have meant anything.

“Are you mad at me?” asked Bob, after they had walked off into the darkness without either of them speaking.

“I shouldn’t be,” she said.

“But you are?”

“I don’t know how I feel.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he said. “Between me and Mallory, I mean.”

“I know,” she said, listlessly. “I thought I’d be happy when it did. Mal is so nuts for you.”

“But you’re not,” he guessed. “Happy, I mean,” he added, as he realized his question could be misconstrued.

“Yeah,” she said, looking over at him. “I mean I am happy for her. It just doesn’t feel like I thought it would.”

“I thought you wanted me to get laid,” he said, wondering how that would go over.

“I do!” she said. “You need a good woman in your life.”

“Just not Mallory?”

“No. We all know nothing permanent will happen between you two. I don’t know. She’s just so horny for you. But I know that can’t turn into what you really need.”

“What do I need?”

“You need a partner, a lover, somebody who will stay with you like Mom didn’t.”

“I’ve been doing okay so far,” he said.

She turned her head.

“Dad, you know what I mean. Man was made to have a woman by his side.”

“I do have a woman by my side,” he said.

She was quiet long enough that he felt the need to fill the silence.

“A good woman,” he added, reaching for her hand.

“I can’t be all of the things you need,” she replied, softly.

“Who says I need anything more than you’re already giving me? I couldn’t be happier with how you’ve turned out.”

“I know,” she moaned. “So why do I feel so ... I don’t know? I just want to scream!”

“Might it have anything to do with deciding to sleep with Randy tonight?”

She started to pull her hand from his, but he held it tightly.

“I’ve known I’d do that for years,” she said. “The idea of it seems normal now.”

“Could it be because Mal wants to sleep with me tonight?”

She walked on a few steps. Her answer about Randy had been immediate.

“I don’t think so,” she finally said. “I’ve known she’d do that with you too.”

“How could you know I’d cooperate?”

“I don’t know. I just assumed you would.”

“Wow,” said Bob.

She stopped. “Actually, I think that might be it.”


“I assumed you would, but now that you actually are, it seems ... unreal maybe?”

“Do you want me not to?”

“That wouldn’t be fair to Mal.”

“What would be fair to you?” he asked.

“I don’t know!" she moaned.

He thought about it for a moment. He knew what he felt like when he thought about his daughter being with a boy. Even Randy, who he liked and understood, and did not see as a threat. Maybe she felt the same way about him?

“Are you afraid of losing me?” he asked.

She went tense. He could hear her breathing.

“Maybe that’s it,” she said. “When you said that, I felt scared.”

He pulled her into his embrace.

“Baby, you’ll never lose me, no matter what. We’re in this together.”

First her face burrowed into his chest as her arms went around him. Then she looked up at him. In the moonlight he could see the glint of tears in her eyes.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered.

And then, inexplicably, astonishingly, somehow, they were kissing.

There are many kinds of kisses. One of them is the brief exchange of affection between a father and his daughter.

This wasn't that kind.

This was more of the exchange of deep love and passion between two people who are very much in love. Often they have been together as a couple for years before a kiss like this one is so easy to enter into. It was a kiss between people who trusted each other implicitly, who knew that the love they felt was genuine and would last the test of time.

But it wasn't a daddy/daughter kiss. Not like they had exchanged countless times in the past.

And yet, the kiss felt completely natural. It wasn’t strained. The passion in it was deep, but muted. Their lips were soft, and felt like they might have been bonded together by some tasteless glue.

Then his hands applied pressure in the middle of her back, and her arms rose to circle his neck, and the kiss, though still feeling quite natural, took on an urgency that both could feel deep in their bodies.

Their heads moved, and their lips crushed. She murmured and her lips parted. His urge to French her felt so normal that he did so without conscious thought, and she welcomed his tongue into her mouth, using her own tongue to duel with it. She was an even better kisser than Mallory.

His hands slid downwards, off her light jacket and onto her firm ass. He pulled her loins against his.

And that was when he realized what he was doing.

He broke the kiss, gasping.

“I’m sorry!” he panted.

Her hands did not leave his neck.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Believe it or not, I feel much better now.”


“I know you love me,” she said, emphatically. “Nobody has ever kissed me like that.”

“I’ve always loved you,” he whispered.

“Not like that,” she countered.

“I wasn’t supposed to love you like that,” he admitted.

“But I feel so much better, knowing you do,” she sighed.


“Oh, yes.”

“What does that mean?” he asked, his mind whirling.

“It means you’re going to sleep with Mal tonight, and I’m going to sleep with Randy,” she said. “And that’s okay, now.”

“I do not understand,” he said, confused.

“That’s okay,” she said. “Maybe I can explain it to you later. For now, I just want you to have a good time with Mal. And I want you to rock her world. Can you do that?”

Considering everything that had happened to him that day, including the kiss with his own daughter, discussing his sexual prowess with her shouldn’t have been much of a hurdle to clear. But somehow that seemed too personal.

“I’ll give it my best shot,” he said.

She leaned up to kiss him again, but this time it was one of her regular daddy/daughter-on-the-lips kisses.

Those had never given him an erection before this.

But it did now.

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