Father and daughter share a bus sleeper

This is a fantasy story.

“I am very sorry, Sir,” the guy at the ticket counter said, trying his best to hide his smirk, “I thought we had one remaining, but later I checked that there was only a single sleeper left.”

Raghavan’s frustration grew as he stared at the lecherous ticket agent. “But you said there was a double sleeper,” he protested, his voice rising slightly.

“I’m sorry, Sir, it seems we made a mistake. But the single sleeper is very comfortable. You and your wife will manage,” the agent replied, his eyes flicking over to Sandhya’s breasts once more.

Raghavan’s jaw clenched tightly. “It’s my daughter, not my wife,” he growled, his voice low and firm.

The ticket agent looked surprised, then embarrassed. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Sir. It’s just that, you know, in this heat…” His voice trailed off as he tried to justify his mistake.

Raghavan’s frustration was palpable. He had been looking forward to a comfortable journey with his daughter, but now he had to deal with this pervert’s assumptions.

He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice calm. “It’s okay. We’ll manage. Just make sure we get a proper double sleeper once the seat is free.”

The ticket agent nodded hastily, clearly eager to get rid of them. “Yes, of course, Sir. I’ll inform the driver to make the necessary arrangements at the next stop.”

Raghavan’s eyes narrowed, but he kept his cool. He turned to Sandhya, who was blushing furiously. “Let’s just get on the bus, baby. We’ll figure it out.”

Sandhya nodded, taking the ticket from him. While Raghavan walked around to the back of the bus to keep the luggage, she stepped aside to let the other passengers board. She felt the weight of the ticket agent’s gaze on her ass.

With surprising agility for his age, he swung his leg over the side of the sleeper and managed to get in without knocking anything over. Raghavan noticed his daughter’s discomfort and gently patted her hand. “It’s okay. We’ll be there soon,” he assured her, his voice soothing despite his irritation.

She managed a small smile in return, taking comfort in the familiar warmth of his touch. He leaned over to the side of the sleeper and pulled out a bottle of water from the bag. “Here, drink this,” he said, twisting the cap off and handing it to her.

Sandhya took the bottle gratefully, the coolness of the plastic against her palm providing a brief respite from the heat. As she drank, the water trickled down her chin and onto the neckline of her kameez. Her boobs were heaving slightly from the heat, beads of sweat racing down her neck and into her cleavage.

The sleeper was stifling, and she felt self-conscious under her father’s gaze. Sandhya couldn’t help but notice her father’s eyes lingering on her chest. She blushed deeply, her cheeks reddening like the sun outside.

She quickly pulled out her dupatta from her bag and draped it over her chest, tying it tightly to create a barrier between them.

“Which side do you want to sleep?” he asked. His voice was gruff as he tried to angle his leg in front of the unwelcome erection. Sandhya looked up from her phone, her eyes widening slightly. “Uh, I’ll take the left side,” she said quickly, hoping to avoid any awkwardness.

As she settled into the narrow space, she couldn’t help but feel the heat from her father’s body next to hers. “We can sleep back to back,” Raghavan mumbled, his voice thick with discomfort. Sandhya nodded, her cheeks burning. She couldn’t believe she had to share a sleeper with her father like this.

She rolled over onto her side, her back to him. The fabric of her churidar whispered against his pants as she settled. She felt the unmistakable pressure of his arousal against her ass. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she froze, unsure of what to do.

He swallowed hard, trying to push down the urge to pull her closer, to kiss her cheek like he had done so many times when she was a child. But she wasn’t a child anymore. She was a beautiful, grown woman. The way she was lying, her curves pressing into him, was driving him mad with desire.

The bus shuddered and lurched around corners, making her ass grind over his pants. “Sandhya,” he finally ventured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very fabric of the sleeper, “are you comfortable?”

Sandhya could feel his warm breath on her neck. She tensed at the realization of his erection pressing against her. Instead, she let out a soft “Mmmm,” feigning sleep as she felt the head of his cock nudge at her entrance through the fabric of their clothes.

“Are you wearing pants?” Sandhya spoke, not opening her eyes, but the mischief in her voice was unmistakable. Raghavan’s hand stilled on the curtain. “What?” he said, his voice tight. “You don’t have to wear pants,” she repeated her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

Raghavan’s eyes widened, his hand frozen in place. “What are you saying?” he managed to ask. Sandhya’s smile grew, and “I’m just saying,” she said, her voice a purr, “you don’t have to wear pants if it’s too hot.” Raghavan felt the blood rushing to his face as his cock strained against the fabric of his trousers.

“Sandhya,” he began, his voice thick with unspoken need, “are you sure?” Her smile grew more playful, her gaze full of something he had never seen before. “Why, Daddy,” she murmured, “are you uncomfortable?”

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice a croak. “But we should get some sleep.”

Sandhya’s eyes sparkled with a knowing look, but she didn’t push further. Instead, she rolled onto her side, giving him a little more space. Raghavan took a deep breath and closed his eyes, willing his erection to subside. But it was no use. The damage had been done.

With trembling hands, he reached down, his fingers fumbling with the zip of his pants. The fabric gave a faint protest as he worked his way down, the sound of the material tearing sending a thrill through his body. She could feel his hand moving closer.

When his hand finally touched her ass while unzipping his pants, she bit her lip to keep from gasping. The sound of the zipper seemed to echo through the small space, and Sandhya felt a thrill of anticipation race through her body.

“Daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the bus’s engine, “are you okay?” Raghavan’s hand froze on the zipper. “Yes,” he lied, his voice strained. “Just trying to get comfortable.”

Sandhya could feel the heat radiating from his hand, and she knew he wasn’t telling the truth. Her heart raced as she waited for his next move, her body tingling with excitement. Raghavan took a deep breath. He kept his hand on her ass.

“Are you feeling hot, Sandhya?” he asked, his voice a rumble that seemed to echo in the confined space of the sleeper.

“A little,” she murmured, her voice a soft invitation.

Raghavan’s hand remained still on her ass, “Where?” he asked again, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through her very bones.

Sandhya felt a shiver run down her spine. “Everywhere,” she murmured, her eyes still closed, playing the innocent card.

“Maybe we should remove some of your clothes,” Raghavan suggested, his voice a mix of uncertainty and desire. “Will that help?”

“Maybe,” she said softly, her voice betraying none of the tumult inside her.

Raghavan took another deep breath, his hand still resting on her ass. He slid it around to her hip, feeling the smooth fabric of her churidar. “Which cloth should be removed to reduce the heat?” he asked, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to fill the small space.

“Maybe the innerwear’s,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Raghavan’s hand paused, his mind racing with the implications of her words. Was she really suggesting what he thought she was? He tried to ignore the way his cock throbbed at the thought, his hand trembling slightly.

“I-I don’t know,” he stammered, his voice thick with lust. “How do we do that?”

Sandhya felt a thrill of power at his uncertainty. She had never seen her father so vulnerable, so unsure of himself. “It’s simple, Daddy,” she whispered. “You just have to lift the kameez.”

With trembling hands, Raghavan reached for the edge of her kameez. The fabric was sticky with sweat, clinging to her body like a second skin. He peeled it up slowly, his eyes widening as he revealed the thin, damp fabric of her bra.

Sandhya’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the cool air kiss her skin. She could feel his eyes on her, devouring the sight of her half-exposed body.

“Let me help you,” she offered, her voice shaky. She reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away. The relief was immediate, the coolness of the air on her bare skin making her nipples tighten.

Raghavan’s breath hitched as he felt the fabric of her Churidar slide over her hips. He didn’t dare to look, but the image of her bare back was burned into his mind.

“How can we take out your bra?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Just lift it,” she instructed, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Raghavan’s hand hovered over her back for a moment before he gently lifted the damp fabric of her churidar.

When the churidar was lifted high enough, Sandhya’s bra slid off with ease, revealing the smooth, sweat-slicked skin of her back.

“Let me wear the kameez. Someone may see me,” she said, her voice a soft, seductive whisper that seemed to hang in the air like a question.

Raghavan’s eyes snapped open, the reality of the situation crashing down on him like a cold shower. He quickly pulled the churidar back down, his face a mask of embarrassment and confusion.

They lay in silence for a few moments, “Where do you feel hot now?” Raghavan finally asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the air.

“Everywhere,” she murmured, her voice a soft sigh that seemed to echo in the confined space of the sleeper.

Raghavan’s hand slid back up to her waist, his thumb grazing the soft skin just above the waistband of her leggings. “Maybe we should remove your leggings, too,” he suggested. His voice was a barely contained growl.

Sandhya’s breath hitched, and she nodded, her cheeks flaming. She lifted her hips slightly, allowing him to tug her leggings down. The fabric slid over her hips, revealing the damp fabric of her panties.

Raghavan’s eyes were glued to the sight of his daughter’s half-bare ass, the thin line of fabric the only thing separating his hand from her naked flesh. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his back, his cock throbbing painfully against his boxers.

With trembling hands, he reached down and slid her leggings over her legs, his thumb brushing against the lace of her panties. Sandhya’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the coolness of the air against her skin.

“Where do you feel hot now?” Raghavan asked again, his voice a gruff whisper that seemed to echo in the stillness of the sleeper. Sandhya’s heart raced as she felt his hand on her bare skin. “Everywhere,” she murmured, her voice thick with need.

Raghavan’s thumb hooked into the elastic of her panties, the fabric sticking to her wetness. He paused, giving her a chance to protest, but she remained still, her breathing rapid and shallow.

“Be specific, Sandhya,” he said, his voice a gruff whisper that seemed to resonate through her very soul. “Where do you feel hot?”

Sandhya’s heart was pounding in her chest, but she knew what she wanted. “Here,” she murmured, her hand sliding down to cover her panties.

Raghavan’s breath hitched as he felt her hand cover his, guiding it to the side of her panties. He swallowed hard. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to ignore the ache in his cock under his boxer.

“Are you sure?” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Raghavan took a deep breath, his hand trembling as he slid his thumb under the elastic of her panties. Sandhya gasped softly as she felt the cool air hit her exposed flesh. “Let me,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. She reached down and took over, sliding her panties down her legs.

The fabric was wet with her arousal, and she felt a blush spread across her cheeks as she handed them to him. Raghavan took the damp fabric, his cock straining against his boxers. He could see the wetness glistening on her inner thighs, and the scent of her desire was intoxicating.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.

“Mmhmm,” she murmured, her body trembling slightly.

Raghavan’s hand hovered over her naked flesh for a moment, the heat of her desire palpable in the air. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

“Do you like to wear the leggings now?” he asked.

“No, not now,” she murmured, her voice filled with a seductive undertone that was unfamiliar to him.

Raghavan felt his resolve wavering as he took in the sight of his daughter lying next to him. Her body was exposed except for the kameez that barely covered her little below her hip. The fabric clung to her breasts, outlining the hardened peaks of her nipples, and her legs were bare and inviting.

“Are you comfortable with kameez only?” he asked, his voice thick with desire and hesitation.

Sandhya nodded, “Yes, Daddy,” she murmured, the word rolling off her tongue in a way that sent a shiver down his spine.

They both shifted awkwardly, trying to find a more comfortable position in the narrow sleeper. Sandhya rolled onto her side, her back to Raghavan, and felt his cock press against her ass. She couldn’t help but gasp at the contact, her body responding in ways she had never felt before.

The bus hit another bump in the road. Sandhya’s body jolted backwards, her ass pressing more firmly against Raghavan’s cock. He couldn’t take it anymore. With a growl of need, he reached around and cupped one of her breasts, feeling the nipple pebble under his palm.

Sandhya’s eyes shot open, and she turned to face him, her chest heaving with every ragged breath. Raghavan’s eyes were dark with desire, and she knew there was no turning back. She reached down and touched his cock, feeling the heat and hardness through his boxers.

He groaned and leaned into her touch, his hand sliding up her thigh to the apex of her legs. Her skin was sticky with sweat, and she could feel the fabric of his boxers dampening as she stroked him. Sandhya tried to ignore the voice in her head that screamed for her to stop.

Instead, she slid her hand under the waistband of his boxers, her heart racing as she wrapped her fingers around his bare flesh. Raghavan let his hand glide over her stomach, reaching for her breasts. He felt the weight of them in his palm, the nipples hard and sensitive against his thumbs.

He rolled them gently, and her mouth parted in a silent moan. Sandhya’s hand began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm along his shaft, feeling the veins pulse beneath her fingertips. He reached down to pull his boxers off, exposing himself fully to her.

Raghavan’s cock stood tall and thick, the tip glistening with precum. With trembling hands, she continued to stroke him. Her movements grew more confident as she felt him respond to her touch.

Raghavan’s breath grew ragged as he slid his fingers along her wet slit, teasing her clit before pushing two fingers inside her. He felt the walls of her pussy tighten around him. She stroked him faster, her breath hitching with every thrust of his digits.

Sandhya’s orgasm was building, a pleasure that she could no longer hold back. She moaned as her father’s fingers hit just the right spot, the tension coiling in her belly. Raghavan’s cock pulsed in her grip as he shot his hot cum all over her hand, boobs and stomach.

The force of his orgasm made his whole body spasm. Sandhya’s walls clenched around his fingers as she came, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. Sandhya’s hand was sticky with Raghavan’s cum, and she felt a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt.

They both lay there, trying to catch their breath. Raghavan gently removed his fingers from her pussy. She felt a sudden emptiness, the aftermath of her climax leaving her with a sense of longing.

“We should clean up,” Sandhya murmured, her voice thick with unspoken tension.

“With tissue?” he offered the question hanging in the air between them like a feeble attempt at normalcy.

Sandhya nodded, still trying to process the intensity of what had just occurred. She grabbed a handful of tissues from the side pocket of her bag, her hand trembling as she handed them to him.

“Why not use something else?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate.

“What do you suggest, Daddy?” Sandhya asked, her voice quivering with a mix of excitement and fear.

Raghavan smirked as he reached down to gently wipe the cum from her stomach. “How about using your mouth?”

She hesitated for a moment, her teeth worrying her bottom lip, but the hunger in his gaze was undeniable. She nodded, a silent agreement passing between them. Raghavan leaned in but couldn’t slide between her legs as the space was very limited.

Instead, he kissed her neck her collarbone, and gradually made his way down her body, his tongue tracing a wet path along her skin as he went.

He reached her stomach and took a moment to kiss and lick away the remnants of his cum. Sandhya felt a thrill of embarrassment but also a strange sense of pride that her father found her desirable enough to want to clean her so thoroughly.

As Raghavan moved lower, she spread her legs wider, granting him better access. He leaned in and kissed her inner thigh, his stubble grazing her sensitive skin and making her quiver. His tongue darted out, licking a slow line up to her clit, which was still swollen and pulsing from her recent orgasm.

Sandhya gasped as he took her in his mouth. His tongue was swirling and flicking, bringing her back to the brink of pleasure. Raghavan’s mouth was a furnace of passion, consuming her as she lay there, vulnerable and exposed. Her hips began to buck against his face, seeking more of his touch.

She felt his tongue delve deeper, tasting her most intimate parts. Sandhya’s hand found its way back to his cock, now fully hard again. She stroked him with a newfound confidence, her thumb smearing the pre-cum that leaked from the tip.

Raghavan’s mouth worked magic on her clit, his tongue flicking and teasing it mercilessly. She could feel the pressure building inside her once more. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum,” she whispered, her voice strained with passion.

“Good girl,” Raghavan murmured against her skin, his mouth never leaving her pussy. “Make sure I will also cum,” he said, his voice muffled by her thighs.

Sandhya’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her hand stroked her father’s cock with renewed vigour, feeling it throb in her grip. With renewed determination, Sandhya took his cock in her mouth again.

Her hand was still working the base as she tried to keep up with his own building needs. She wanted to make him cum at the same time she did, to feel their release meld together in a symphony of forbidden pleasure.

Sandhya’s mouth worked him with an enthusiasm that matched the rhythm of her building climax. She could feel the muscles in her pussy contracting around his tongue, each pulse of pleasure echoing in the strokes of her hand on his shaft.

Raghavan’s hips began to thrust against her mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat with each movement. She took it all, eager to give him the same intense pleasure he was giving her. Sandhya took a deep breath and let it out in a shaky sigh.

The sound was muffled by the thickness of his cock filling her mouth. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. Her orgasm was a tsunami approaching, threatening to overwhelm her. She could feel the pressure in her clit as it swelled against his skilled tongue.

Raghavan’s hands were on her ass, holding her in place as he feasted on her, his mouth moving in tandem with the strokes of her hand. Finally, it washed over her in a wave of ecstasy. Sandhya moaned around his cock, her body arching off as she came hard, her pussy spasming around his tongue.

The pleasure was so intense that she could barely hold onto him, her grip on his shaft faltering slightly. But Raghavan didn’t miss a beat. He felt her climax, and it pushed him over the edge. He pulled back slightly, groaning as he shot his cum into her mouth, filling it.

Sandhya took it all, swallowing eagerly the taste of him. Their bodies went slack, the tension dissipating into the sticky, hot air of the bus. They lay there for a moment, panting and trembling, their hearts racing in time with the steady thrum of the engine.

Raghavan pulled back, his chest heaving with exertion, and looked into her eyes, a question lingering in his gaze. “Are you okay?” he murmured, his voice thick with concern.

Sandhya nodded. She was still processing the intensity of what had just occurred. “Yes,” she managed to say, her voice a whisper.

Sandhya took a shaky breath and began to dress herself, her eyes lingering on her father’s still-flushed skin. She could see the desire still smouldering in his gaze, and it made her heart race. As she slid her panties back on, she felt a strange sense of disappointment, as if she were hiding something precious.

Raghavan watched her, his own hands fumbling with his belt and zipper. The sight of her bare body was etched into his mind. He knew it would be difficult to ignore the hunger that now lived between them.

The silence was almost deafening as they settled back into their seats. The only sound was the steady hum of the bus’s engine.

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