Since our move to Kingston, a three hour drive from our long-time home of Kitchener, I’ve made many trips up and down the highway
to my old familiar territory. Since we have maintained many friendships since our relocation, I’ve used my business trips to
either meet with good friends or shuttle friends of my children to visit for a short time, usually over weekends. On one occasion my teenage daughter had arranged for me to pick up her friends who are twins on my way back towards home. I would bring them back on Monday, after the weekend and continue on to my destination for business. The trip down to stay with us was highly anticipated by the twins, Brianna and Bethany. Brianna was the smart, outgoing sister and Bethany was the reserved and quite sister. This particular trip would be the start of some activity that extended beyond the proper boundaries for a father of forty and his daughter’s friend of sixteen. This trip would be typical in that Bethany would always ride shotgun while Brianna sat in the back reading a book or studying for an upcoming test. For this particular trip, I had rented a Mazda 5 which seats up to 6 people. During the weeks previous, I had purchased some items for my sister-in-law from Target in the U.S. and used this trip to also bring one of the items to them. It saved them from having to pay for shipping but required them to wait until the next trip to the area to get their goods. Based on the size of this particular package, a coffee table, it required me to place the item behind the driver and passenger seats creating a wall or barrier between the ‘cockpit’ and the rear seats. As I mentioned, like always Bethany was my front seat passenger and always enjoyed navigating. As sometimes happens, the previous renter of the car left a CD in the deck. It just so happened to be one that both the twins enjoyed, Daughtery. I had no idea who he was but we listen to the CD and I actually enjoyed the music. During our listening, I place my arm around the back of the passenger seat in order to stretch out and be comfortable. I was sure to ask Bethany if me having my arm around the back of the seat would freak her out, but she was totally fine with it. As an adolescent I think she thought it was kind the equivalent of having a boyfriend with a car. To my knowledge Bethany had not yet had an actual boyfriend. At least my daughter never spoke of any. So I believe she was kind of keen on the idea of having my arm around her, even if there was no physical contact. Near the end of the first time through the CD, Bethany leaned forward to stretch her back and I gave her a brief back rub before poking her in the lower back rib section, just to add a little humour to the physical connection. Our little partition would be private unless Brianna moved to the middle seats and peaked over the package. But she was too busy studying and I believe she actually dosed off for a quick sleep. She would awake now and then but for the most part she was secluded in her own little sanctuary. Our drive was during the winter and for the most part in the dark. This would add to the atmosphere for each of the separated compartments. Brianna would sleep as well as anyone could while cruising down the highway and Bethany was free to react to my gestures in any way she felt without her sister to question things. Not long into the second go around for the Daughtery CD, both girls were starting to feel sleepy. Brianna had the entire back seat and had no trouble getting comfortable. Bethany on the other hand was trying different positions to try and settle in for a nap. I had suggested that she recline the seat as much as possible but I think she didn’t want to give up the feeling of my arm around her. A few minutes later I suggested she go into a fetal position and rest her pillow on the emergency break. She wasn’t to sure about this and it took a few minutes to contemplate the idea. At this point I was tapping to the beat of the music on her shoulder and this probably was the reason she was apprehensive to change position. When she finally tried my suggestion, I quickly continued my tapping on her side and back as she re-positioned herself to try and sleep. Every once in awhile my tapping would mimic a drum roll and extend to the bottom of her back and side, very close to her bottom. I did this every once in a while and she made a comment about my skill as a drummer. As the CD continued to play and I’d do my odd drum roll tapping, I could realize that she was enjoying the physical touch as each time my tapping would be close to her bottom, she would gently thrust her body laterally so that I would extend past her waist line. This would continue for quite some time and every once in awhile she would comment on how cool it felt. I wasn’t sure how much to push the envelope. Here I was for another hour and three quarters with a beautiful sixteen year old girl that was primed for exploring. Should a 40 year old father take advantage of his daughter’s friend like this? My head told me to stop but my male hardwiring said what could be the harm of a little flirting? For the next 10 minutes I simply did the same tapping but without the extended drum roll. Once in a while Bethany would remind me that I forgot a drum roll here and there. This confirmed for me that she was enjoying the situation. As we approach the on and off ramps at the nearest town we slowed our speed to blend in with the nearby traffic speed. A short distance later we had to come almost to a stop with little time to do so. As I applied the brake abruptly, Bethany was going to roll off the front seat so I quickly braced her abdomen and my hand landed partially on her right beast. Of the two twins, Bethany was the most gifted in this area of physical attraction to boys. She still had some filling out to do but she certainly had a full handful of youthful flesh. As the car settled to a constant speed I made quick comment regarding my ill-placed hand. To that she claimed that I shouldn’t worry and if it happens again that she’d be OK with it. At this point, I knew I had full control of what was possible between this beautiful barely ripe teenager and my sex driven hormones. Only a few more kilometres down the highway I made another quick slow down but this time I place my had just below her right breast. I wanted to see for myself if this would cause a disappointing reaction for Bethany. I was correct in my assumption. She commented that if we had to stop a little sooner than that, I’d need to cradle more of her midsection to keep her from rolling off the seat. With this new found knowledge, I decided that it was time for gas and pulled off the highway. Once off the highway, I spotted a gas station and made a last minute decision and applied the brake quickly. This time, as you can imagine, I placed my hand almost entirely on her breast. Bethany just smiled as we pulled up to the pump, Brianna came alive in the back seat and wondered if we had reached their home yet. We had to tell her, sorry we’re stopping for gas and we have another hour and 25 minutes left. I’m most certain that Bethany was looking forward to our last segment of the drive and she was likely hoping that Brianna would fall back to sleep. We finished our gas station stop and navigated back to the highway. Brianna would have a little small talk with Bethany and then Bethany would try to terminate the conversation by making a comment about being tired. This ploy worked and Brianna lied back down and drifted away once again. Bethany repositioned herself in her new favourite fetal position and continued our journey. After a few minutes Bethany complained about her leg falling asleep on her, so I didn’t even take a second to think and started to rub her leg in hopes of bringing it back to life. After a few seconds of quick vigorous rubbing back and forth, I repositioned my hand on her side by making one continuous stroke up her leg, over her hip and back to her mid side.