Temptations in Quarantine – MF, Incest, Sweat, Grool

Peter Donovan awoke to the sound of knocking on his front door. He climbed out of bed, walking across his studio apartment to answer the door. As he opened it, he was shocked to find his daughter Stephanie there, tears running down her face.

“Steph, are you alright?” Pete asked, pulling her inside. As she walked through the door, she dropped a small carry-on suitcase to the floor.

“Yes, I’m just disappointed. Brandon and I were supposed to board a cruise from Oakland tomorrow, but I just got word that it’s canceled due to the virus. I literally landed here in a San Francisco and received the notification from the cruise line” Stephanie said.

“Where’s Brandon?” Peter asked, looking around for his daughter’s mediocre boyfriend.

“He’s back in Arizona, he stayed one more day to complete a final. I wanted to arrive a day early to surprise you. Some surprise!” she replied.

“Well, come on in and I’ll make you a cup of coffee.” Stephanie walked into her father’s high-rise studio apartment, as always, taking in the stunning view.

Peter Donovan was a 42 year old widower, his wife had passed away about four years before from complications during surgery. It was later determined her death was caused by the surgeon’s negligence and Peter received a sizable settlement. Most of the funds were put towards Stephanie’s college tuition, and a trust in her name, which started slowly paying out when she turned 25.

After losing his wife, he’d purchased the high-rise studio apartment, about four blocks from his architectural firm. It was small, tastefully modern. The apartment had floor to ceiling glass windows, a large bathroom and a walk-in closet with plenty of storage. But other than that, everything was in the same room. His bed was a few feet from the kitchen, a few feet from his rowing machine, and a few feet from the television. He loved the subtle simplicity of having one large room to live in.

As Peter started hot water for the French press, Stephanie grabbed the remote to turn on the morning news. As she sat down on the couch in front of the large tv, a red banner appeared “BREAKING NEWS: Quarantine Ordered and Travel Ban Implemented.” She turned up the volume as Peter walked over, listening in rapt attention:

“Early this morning, the President ordered that domestic air travel would be prohibited for a period of four weeks. In addition, the San Francisco health board has ordered that all citizens are to shelter-in-place, and to stay off the streets. Pedestrians and drivers not traveling to or from medical services will be ticketed.”

Stephanie looked back at her father “what does this mean?”

“I think you’re staying here for a while honey. I’m sorry, but we’ll make it work. I have plenty of food, and you can take the bed. I’ll take the couch.” Peter calmly said.

Stephanie looked at him, frightened as things rapidly changed in the outside world. Peter walked over to his daughter, hugging her and comforting her. She always felt safe in his arms.

As the virus had spread across the United States, Peter had preemptively purchased about four weeks of food and supplies. With remote access to his file server, he had simply planned on working from home. But now, with Stephanie here, they’d have to keep each other occupied.

Peter looked at his daughter, the spitting image of his late wife. Stephanie was 21, a junior in college at Arizona State where she played softball. Her body was athletic, with muscular thighs and a round ass, but small perky breasts. She had blonde hair, typical for an ASU girl, and rosy cheeks. She’d grown up in the Bay Area, and moved away about a year after his wife’s death. With her sports, they hadn’t seen much of each other over the last few years, so he was looking forward to this time together.

As Peter walked back to the kitchen to finish the coffee, Stephanie carried her suitcase to the bed and took stock of what she had brought. She had packed for a seven day romantic cruise with her boyfriend, not a thirty day stay with her father. As such, the suitcase was fully of skimpy cocktail dresses, bathing suits, and sexy underwear and lingerie. There were even a few “toys” which had snuck there way in there. She quietly stowed these clothes and items in an empty dresser drawer. Next, she carried her toiletries to the spacious bathroom, where she suddenly remembered something. She had planned on re-filling her birth control before getting on the cruise, and she only had two more days of tablets. Nonetheless, she didn’t expect to need those here, so she shrugged it off.

That day, Stephanie lounged around the studio while Peter worked at his standing desk. After lunch, he changed into workout clothes and spent an hour on the rowing machine. As he worked out, Stephanie glanced over at him a few times. Her father really was in good shape, his legs were muscular and his shoulders were very broad. After his workout, he walked to the bathroom to shower. As a force of habit, Peter closed the door and tossed his sweaty clothes in the bathroom hamper, before turning on the hot water. After his shower, he walked back into the main room in a towel, fumbling for clean clothes in the dresser. Stephanie quietly watched, water slowly dripping down his back. She felt alittle tingle in her stomach, but dismissed it as nerves over the outbreak.

This pattern continued for a few days, Stephanie lounging around the apartment watching tv while her father worked from home. Each day, Peter slept on the pullout while his daughter slept in the King size bed.

On day five, Stephanie had worn all of her “casual” clothes and was out of clean pants and shirts. “Dad, do you mind if I do laundry today?” “Of course not honey, go ahead.” Stephanie loaded the machine and pushed the start button, but was greeted by a terrible grinding noise. She tried again, and the control panel began flashing error signals “needs maintenance.”

“Dad, I think it’s broken.” Peter investigates and agreed, but when he called the appliance store for a repair appointment, was told they could not schedule one during the quarantine. They’d have to make do.

“Honey, you can just wear some of my old t-shirts and we’ll be pretty casual.”

“But Dad, I’m out of pants and shorts.” Stephanie replied.

“That’s fine, we can wear underwear and t-shirts, we’ll be here for a while and we’ll get comfortable.” Peter proposed.

The next morning, Peter walked around the house in his boxer briefs, which covered him up like a bathing suit. As the day’s wore on, Peter noticed that Stephanie’s underwear was getting skimpier and skimpier. By day ten, she was wearing his old fraternity t-shirt and a white thong. Watching her walk around the apartment, he couldn’t help but remember how sexy his late wife was. She had been a dirty devil in bed, constantly pushing his limits and begging for more. In the back of his mind, he wondered if that was hereditary.

Day 11

“Dinner and a movie tonight honey?” Peter asked?

“Sounds perfect” Stephanie said laughingly. That had become their nighttime routine.

After Peter worked out and showered for the day, he walked back to the main room to grab clothes. As he did, the towel caught on the end table and was pulled off his body. Stephanie looked up for a moment, and caught a brief glimpse of her fathers thick cock. Peter quickly covered up, but the image was burned in her mind. She had never seen his penis, and she couldn’t believe how big it had been. Embarrassed, Peter walked back to the bathroom to change.

Returning a minute later, he said “I apologize honey, I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“I know Dad, these things happen with roommates. Don’t worry about it. I’m going to go shower.”

As Stephanie walked into the bathroom, her hormones were running wild. She hadn’t cum in eleven days, and her hormonal birth control was wearing off. She sat down on the toilet to pee, and noticed the musky smell of her father’s workout clothes in the hamper. She picked up his still sweaty t-shirt, slowly bringing it to her nose. As she did, she felt the familiar warmth in her pussy as she began to get wet. She did not know what was coming over her but she needed to solve the problem.

She looked around the room, and saw a small rounded hairspray bottle on the shelf. It was about eight inches long and the perfect width. Stephanie turned on the shower to create some noise, and began slowly fucking her pussy with the metal object. As she neared orgasm, she again brought the t-shirt to her face, smelling her father’s sweat as she came. After cumming, she returned the still wet metal bottle to the shelf, devilishly smiling to herself.

After her shower, Stephanie put on fresh underwear. She was down to her last few pairs, and was forced to wear a small g-string today which barely covered her asshole. Fortunately, she had chosen an extra long t-shirt to cover up. She strolled back into the apartment, and sat down on the couch. From his desk, Peter tried not to stare at the skimpy underwear. As he watched, he felt his cock get hard and start to leak precum. Excusing himself, he returned to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” he said into the mirror. “Stop this now.”

As he stared at himself, he smelled a familiar scent that he hadn’t smelled in years. It reminded him of his wife, but what was it? As he looked around the vanity, he noticed that his hair spray was out of place, and there was white foam around the top.

“Is it shaving cream?” He thought to himself. He brought it his nose, smelling it and recognizing the smell of pussy. He rubbed his finger over the slick white fluid.

With a gasp, he realized that it was his daughter’s grool, she had fucked herself with this bottle!

His heart pounding and his cock aching, Peter tentatively brought the bottle to his lips, and licked it clean…

(I hope you enjoyed Part One, things will develop in Part Two!)

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