The drive to the cabin is only another 10 minutes. My 18 year-old daughter, Lacey watches the scenery quietly as we drive up the winding roads. I concentrate on the road and not the hem of her dress that is creeping up her tanned thighs stopping just below the mound of her young pussy. I turn up the music as a distraction and press down on the accelerator.

"Daddy, are we almost there?" she asks me in her sweet musical voice.

"Almost, baby girl. Just a few more minutes."

We reach the property line and the gates of the driveway swing open, allowing me to enter and then shut tight...