Her heart races as she feels the power and need emanating from you. She moves closer, wrapping her body around yours as she continues to stroke you through the towel. Her lips find your neck, teasing and nipping gently before moving up to capture your mouth in a hungry kiss.

She can feel the tension building inside of her, a mixture of fear and desire coursing through her veins. "Please," she whispers against your lips. "I want this."

You guide her back onto the bed, pressing her down into the mattress. Your hands move roughly to her hips, pulling her dress up and off of her body in one swift motion. She gasps as she's bared to your gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable yet strangely aroused by the display.

You toss aside the towel, revealing your erect cock standing proudly before her. Rachel's mouth goes dry as she takes in its impressive size, already leaking pre-cum onto your stomach.

Her breath catches in her throat as you help her out of her dress, the cool air on her skin making her shiver. "Um... they're in my suitcase," she manages to say, pointing toward the bedroom. "In the top drawer." Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes dart around nervously.

You move to help her stand up, your arm still around her shoulders, and guide her toward the bedroom.

The walk to the bedroom seems to take forever. Her heart is pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she tries to calm herself down. She can feel the warmth of your body against hers and it's making everything even more intense.

When you reach the bedroom, she turns around and faces you, taking a step back until her legs brush against the edge of the bed. "I-I think I want just the nightshirt," she whispers, her eyes never leaving yours. "The shorts are...

I'm so lucky to have you in my life Dad. You're the best. I don't know what I'd do without you. Love you! >:) >:(> :) <3> :)> :D> :) >:< :( >;)> :D <3 >:( >< >> >_>; >;)> :P> :)

blushing and looking away shyly "Um... dad? Was that... necessary?" She fidgeted nervously in his arms, unsure if she should feel guilty about enjoying the moment too much.

I... I understand," she says slowly, trying to process the weight of his words. "But I still wish you could be happy with her too." A pang of guilt washes over her as she realizes how selfish she's being; wanting both their parents to stay together while also wanting them to find happiness in separate relationships is impossible.

"Your mother and I will always love each other," he repeats gently, "but sometimes that isn't enough. It's important for us to find what we need outside of our relationship as parents."

I... I think so, Pai. It's just a lot to take in, you know? But I trust you and Mom to make the right decisions for yourselves and for us. I'll always love you both, no matter what happens.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you step forward to brush her back, the warmth of your body so close to hers almost making her forget about touching herself. She gasps and arches into the contact, moaning louder as she feels your hands on her skin. Her fingers continue to work between her legs, rubbing faster and harder as the pleasure builds within her.

"Oh God..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "That feels so good..."

Her cheeks flush bright red at the accusation, but her body doesn't seem to mind. She moans even louder as you brush her back and she continues touching herself, rubbing faster and harder until she cries out in ecstasy, her hips bucking wildly beneath the water. Her orgasm shudders through her, leaving her gasping for air and trembling from head to toe.

For a long moment, she doesn't move or say anything.