Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Molly stood in waist high water and leaned against her father's bare chest. She looked at the far side of the lake, overcome with fear. There were five of them: three girls and two boys. College-aged kids, jumping into the water. Shouting and splashing. Molly could see their parked car poking through the trees behind them.

Two days before, Molly would have been thrilled to see more young people at the lake and raced off to join them. Now, she felt separated from them by something far larger and imposing than an entire ocean. These were strangers intruding on her in a moment of vulnerability. They could only bring more trouble to her already endangered situation.

The group of teens was oblivious to the impact they had on the lake. The ripples they caused. They laughed and chased each other, carefree. If they saw the Campbell family, they made no notice of it.

This is fine, Molly reminded herself. She and her father weren't doing anything wrong. They were just a family on their lake vacation. Enjoying the cool water on a warm day. Molly sighed, loudly. She didn't realize she'd been holding her breath. She felt her father's grip on her relax, as well.

Molly looked over at her older sister. The tall brunette was like a statue, eyes wide at the frolicking teens. As worried as Molly was, Lexi looked far worse. Like a rabbit watching lions at play.

"I uh. I think I should go. Back to shore," Lexi said. "Ankle's bothering me. And stuff." She started to retreat. Never looking away from the crowd of kids in the water. Like she was afraid they'd ambush her if she didn't stare them down. For a moment, Molly worried about her big sister. Earlier, Lexi had promised to take care of Molly. Was the young blonde expected to do the same in return? Suddenly the lake went silent, taking Molly's train of thought with it. She saw that three of the teens, the two girls and one of the boys, were wading over to her and her father. Molly's stomach filled with butterflies. The sun slipped behind a cloud. The whole day seemed to go cold. James wrapped his arms around his youngest daughter's waist.

The teens kept walking closer. Molly told herself it wasn't a big deal. They were just kids like her. Coming over to be polite, probably. And she was doing nothing wrong. Yet she felt exposed. Cornered, unsure if she should run or strike. The boy was good looking, Molly supposed. He had close-cropped red hair, broad shoulders and a developed chest. For a moment, Molly thought that Lexi might have made a mistake by slipping away. After all, Molly may have craved someone who'd had marinated for a few years, but this fresh piece of meat looked more than ready for Lexi's consumption.

The girls with him were also pretty and athletic. As they got closer, Molly saw that the girl on the left was blonde and wearing a blue-and-white striped bikini. She looked about James' height and was stick skinny. Her chest would have made even Lexi look busty.

The other girl was a redhead, like the boy and wearing a bikini like the blonde girl, but in dark blue. She was curvy, though not nearly as much as Molly. No one's curvy like me, Molly thought. It used to make her sad, that kind of thinking. But now it filled her with pride.

James pulled his daughter back tighter. She felt his arms cinch closed. And then she felt something else -- warm, stiff, and nestled right in the crack of her ass. Oh God. It would have been uncomfortable if it wasn't so damned wonderful. Did he know he was doing it? Did Molly even care? Oh, holy fuck almighty did her Daddy's dick feel nice. Without even thinking about it, Molly pressed her ample backside against his hardness.

The three kids came close and waved hi. James and Molly just nodded. The five of them were now standing across from each other in waist-high water. The girls were grinning, glistening with water.

"Enjoying the lake?" James asked, his voice far too calm for everything this implied. Molly kept telling herself there was nothing dire about this. She was just standing with her father in the lake while three, admittedly attractive, college kids came over to talk. That was normal. Happened every day.

It was all the not everyday occurrences that kept racing through Molly's mind like mean, little gerbils hopped up on amphetamines and wrapped in barbed wire. Ugly, evil thoughts that made Molly's heart ache and her pussy tingle. She felt like these kids could see it. Smell it. Everything she'd done with her father. All the other things she wanted to do.

This was nothing, right? Then why did it feel more frightening than being on a roller coaster while sitting in a haunted house and watching a scary movie?

"We thought we'd come over and say hi," the redheaded boy said. He introduced himself as Cole. The redheaded girl was Kim and the blonde was Amber.

"It's a perfect day for it," James said. Again, how could he sound so calm? He shifted his legs slightly, and Molly felt her father's hardness settle dead center in the crack of her butt. No doubt that he knew what he was doing now. Jeez Dad, obvious much?

Molly felt a bead of sweat drop down the side of her cheek, despite the cold water. God, she wanted him to press against her. Her body demanded she grind back. But at the same time, she was afraid to breathe, let alone move. Molly startled as she realized the bony blonde was talking to her.

"You're here with your Dad?" Amber, the skinny blonde asked, clearly for the second time.

"Oh, um, yes," Molly said, "My whole family, actually. My Mom and brother are off by the showers. My older sister, you probably saw her a second ago. She's heading back to camp." "She twisted her ankle earlier," James said, "She's probably going back to rest it."

"Oh," Kim said, her pale green eyes suddenly bright, "Cole and I are both trained EMTs. It's a great side gig for extra money. We could go and take a look at her if you'd like?" "My wife is a doctor," James said.

"Oh," Kim said, almost as if she was disappointed.

"Well, she's an ophthalmologist," James said, "Maybe you should go take a look. Make sure it isn't anything serious."

Kim and Cole both shared an odd look, then they started to wade toward the lakeshore where Lexi had headed. It probably was a good idea to have someone examine Lexi, Molly thought, though she didn't understand why it required the two of them. She felt her father press into her butt again. If anything, he seemed even harder. Her pussy, already leaking, was starting to gush. Actually, it was probably a good thing that both the redheads left. Hopefully they could get rid of Amber, soon, too.

A loud giggle came from the other side of the lake. The boy and the girl that hadn't come over to see them were messing around in the water. Even at this distance, Molly could tell the couple was doing something dirty. "They seem to be having fun," James said, a bit of a wink in his voice.

"Those two can't keep their hands off each other," Amber said. She tossed her wet, blonde hair over her ear, "That's why we came here. Give them a little privacy. And to be neighborly, of course."

"You go to the local college?" James asked. Molly's father had stopped doing the occasional press and was now full on dry humping his little girl. Thankfully the lake water was opaque, or else Amber would know what was going on for sure. Instead, the bony blonde just prattled on about waterskiing in the 1850s or whatever the fuck she was studying.

"And you?"