Asleep in My Best Friend’s Daughter

Chapter One

I killed the truck’s engine outside the cabin as the first heavy raindrops hit the windshield.

My best friend Mark had asked me weeks ago if his twenty-three-year-old daughter Kennedy could use the lake cabin for a few quiet days after her breakup.

I’d said yes immediately and planned to stay completely away during her visit—give the girl some privacy.

But work wrapped up early, and the forecast warned of a bad summer storm rolling in. Driving all the way back to the city tonight would be risky. I figured I’d crash in the guest room, keep my distance, and leave as soon as the roads cleared.

I was not expecting what I found when I quietly pushed open the front door.

The power was already flickering from the storm. Thunder rumbled closer as I stepped inside, rain now pounding the roof. There, in the open loft that served as the master bedroom, was Kennedy—fast asleep on my bed. She must have been exhausted from the drive.

She’d changed into one of my old gray t-shirts, the hem riding dangerously high on her thighs.

It barely covered the bottom curve of her ass.

No panties. Her long legs were relaxed and slightly parted, giving me a clear view of her soft, bare pussy lips, already glistening in the low light.

Her full tits rose and fell gently beneath the thin fabric, nipples visibly hardened.

Fuck.

I knew she’d be here. I just hadn’t expected… this. She looked so peaceful. So exposed. So goddamn tempting. I was forty-two. Her father’s best friend. Practically an uncle to her growing up. Guilt twisted sharp in my chest even as my cock stiffened rapidly, thick and heavy against my jeans.

The rain intensified into a roar. I glanced toward the windows. These summer storms turned the dirt road into a river fast. I was already here. Turning around now would be dangerous. I was trapped with her until it passed.

I should have gone straight to the guest room. Instead, I climbed the stairs to the loft, moving quietly. I stopped at the side of the bed, heart hammering.

“Kennedy…” I breathed. I told myself I’d only look. Just for a moment.

My hand moved on its own, lightly brushing the bare skin of her thigh just above her knee. Her skin was warm and silky. She sighed softly in her sleep and shifted, her leg parting a little wider.

The subtle reaction sent a jolt straight to my cock.

I swallowed hard and let my fingers trail slowly higher, stroking the soft inside of her thigh. Another quiet sound escaped her—almost a hum. Encouraged, I kept going, inching upward until my fingertips grazed the crease where her thigh met her pussy.

She was soaked. My fingers slid easily along her outer lips, teasing without penetrating.

Kennedy’s hips gave the faintest roll toward my touch, even as her eyes remained closed.

My breathing grew ragged. I traced her slit lightly, coating my fingers in her wetness, then circled her clit with the pad of my middle finger in slow, gentle strokes.

“Fuck, baby girl,” I whispered under my breath.

She was dripping. I pressed one thick finger inside her just to the first knuckle, feeling her tight walls flutter around me.

She whimpered softly, her pussy clenching.

I pushed deeper, slowly working the full finger in and out while my thumb continued lazy circles on her clit.

Kennedy’s breathing quickened. Her hips rocked gently against my hand in her sleep, chasing the pleasure.

I added a second finger, stretching her carefully, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside her.

She was so wet the obscene sounds of my fingers pumping into her were just audible over the rain.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I dropped to my knees beside the bed, eyes locked on where my fingers disappeared into her pretty pink cunt. Leaning in, I replaced my thumb with my tongue, licking slow, broad strokes over her clit while I continued fingering her deeper.

Kennedy moaned louder, her body responding beautifully even before her eyes fluttered open. When they did, they were hazy with sleep and arousal. She looked down at me between her thighs—my fingers buried inside her, my tongue on her clit—and instead of panic, a deep flush spread across her cheeks.

“Uncle Jake…?” she whispered, voice husky. Her hand drifted down to rest lightly in my hair, not pushing me away. “I… I’ve touched myself thinking about you so many times.”

The words snapped the last thread of my control. I curled my fingers deeper and sucked gently on her clit as thunder crashed overhead.

“That’s my good girl,” I growled against her soaked flesh. “Tell me you want this.”

Her thighs trembled around my head. “Yes, please don’t stop.”