Her Preferred Cock:>Ep2

Doug was hot, tired and pissed. His wife had suggested they fly down to Atlanta, but he wanted to be Mr Economy, save a little money, and drive. A brainwave he now regretted with every fibre of his being. The air-con kept playing up, and for every mile they drove further south, the temperature seemed to go up at least a degree or two.

The kids were driving him insane too. They'd been fighting and bickering almost the entire trip. Although that was hardly surprising. Amber was nineteen, Benjy was only eleven. That was a mammoth age gap for two siblings, and the pair of them had almost nothing in common. He was mostly interested in the NBA, computer games and YouTube clips of people playing computer games. And we've already ascertained what Amber was interested in.

At it happens, in the years to come, as Benjy grew up to become Ben, a strapping young man, Amber's view of her younger brother would evolve considerably. The two of them would find themselves becoming a lot, lot closer. But that's a story for later. For now, he was just an annoying little shit, who she wished to spend as little time as possible with.

"Mom! Dad! Tell him to stop!" She piped up from the back seat. "He keeps picking his nose, and trying to wipe his boogers on me! It's disgusting!"

"I do not!" Benjy exclaimed. "She's bullshitting you, Mom!"

"Benjamin Thurston!" April shouted. "We do not use language like that in this family!"

"She does. She's always saying shit. And fu..."

"Benjy! That's enough! You two clearly aren't mature enough to get along, so we're going to have separate you. Your father is going to find somewhere to park, and Amber, you're going to sit up front with your Dad. And I'm going to sit in the back with Benjy. Okay?"

"Sure, whatever." Benjy said, sullenly.

"Fine." Amber replied, a little buzz of excitement building up in the pit of her stomach. The prospect of sitting next to her hunky father gave her a little thrill.

Eventually, they reached a run-down gas station, where Doug parked up, and they quickly rearranged themselves according to April's instructions. She climbed into the back with her son, and Amber rode shotgun with Doug. As she clambered into the seat next to him, he made zero attempt to hide the fact he was checking her out. Although, to be fair, you could hardly blame him; his daughter was quite the sight.

Her hair was up in a ponytail, a similar shade to her mother, although perhaps a little lighter in tone. She was wearing a skin-tight t-shirt, accentuating her impressive bust and showcasing a shitload of midriff. On the front of her top was written the word Juicy. Her stomach was flat like a washboard, with a little stud twinkling away in her bellybutton. And she had on the shortest, most revealing pair of denim cutoffs you could possibly imagine.

"Hey, Daddy." She said, making quite the show of getting comfortable, shifting around in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs.

"Hey, Honey-bun." He replied, practically devouring her with his eyes.

Amber smiled knowingly, more than aware of her father's lascivious interest. This was hardly the first time he had looked at her that way, and she was certain it wouldn't be the last. She knew he was attracted to her. She'd seen the same look on his face that she had seen on so many other faces in the last few years; ever since she was fourteen years old and her boobs started growing and her hormones started pumping.

She was a child then, innocent and unknowing; but now she was a woman. A spectacularly attractive woman to boot. And boy did she know it. Amber was powerfully aware about the physical appeal she held. She revelled in it. It was so much fun being hot. If men wanted to look, let them look. If her father was one of those men, so much the better.

The journey stretched out ahead of them, the morning became the afternoon. Benjy fell asleep, lying on the backseat, his head resting on his mother's lap. She stroked his hair absentmindedly as he snored away quietly. In the front, Amber had her feet up on the passenger side of the dashboard, as she tried to paint her toenails. Her long, shapely legs were stretched out, on display, and Doug kept glancing over from the corner of his eye.

"What do you think of the colour?" She asked him.

"What?" He replied.

"My toenails." She said, wiggling her toes at him. "Do you like the colour?"

He looked over, examining her feet for a second.

"Sure, it's nice." He said, his eyes still focussing mostly on the road.

"You can't see properly." She said, lifting her leg up and stretching it out, waving her foot under his face.

"Careful." He said, grabbing hold of her ankle and pushing her leg back downwards.

She let it fall to the seat, and Doug let his hand rest on her knee. He softly squeezed her flesh, and she smiled at him. Then he began to gently caress her thigh. Her skin was so soft and smooth. He trailed his fingers up and down, leaving little white lines with his nails.

"It tickles." She whispered.

"Do you like it?"

She nodded her head.

He carried on stroking her naked thigh. Her breathing deepened and he noticed her nipples had hardened. She wasn't wearing a bra and he could easily see her arousal through the thin material of her shirt. His hand moved further and further up her leg, until he felt his fingers rubbing up against the denim of her shorts. She grabbed hold of his wrist and held it tightly. He thought for a second she might pull his hand away, stopping his advances; but instead she pulled it closer, encouraging him to delve deeper, and grab a tighter hold of her inner thigh.

Amber looked up, peering into the rearview mirror. Doug looked too, seeing that his wife had joined their son in the Land of Nod. April was dozing away, her head reclining on the back of her chair, bobbing this way and that as the car moved along. Amber looked at him and smiled. A wicked, conspiratorial smile, which he returned in full. Then she slowly, ever so slowly, moved her hands to her waist and unbuttoned the top of her shorts. Next, she took hold of the zip and started tugging downwards.

It was quickly apparent that Amber was a) not wearing any panties and b) she was completely shaved or waxed down there, the soft tanned skin of her belly merging seamlessly with that of her abdomen and groin. He couldn't see her slit, but she was moments away from putting it completely on display for him. He rested his hand on her stomach, his fingers spread out, soaking up the heat from her body. In no more than a second or two, they would be inside her shorts, within touching distance of her pussy.

Amber was tugging on the bottom of her t-shirt, revealing more and more of her midriff. There were the occasional tantalising glimpses of underboob, as she peeled her clothes back. She placed her other hand on top of his, pushing it insistently downwards towards her cunt. She was biting her bottom lip, studying with great scrutiny the activity taking place around the centre of her body. Amber wanted her Daddy's fingers inside her, and that was what she was going to get.

He was so close...

...so very close...

...but then...

"How far to go?" Said April, suddenly, her voice coming from the back of the vehicle like a foghorn.

Doug practically jumped out of his seat, almost yelping in surprise. The hand that had been laying flat on his daughter's belly, the hand he was about to use to finger her, shot back to the steering wheel, as if he'd been scalded. The car swerved sharply, as he briefly struggled to resume control of the steering wheel.

"Jesus, April! You gave me a shock." He bellowed.

"Okay, Christ, calm down! I was just wondering how far we had to go?"

"Uh...not that far, just another hour or so."

"Great."

Doug gripped the wheel tightly, his heart racing. He looked over at Amber, who was sat there, smiling, with an eyebrow raised. She was quietly zipping herself up. They shared a knowing look for a moment, and then Doug returned his attention to the road ahead.