Then it did.
"Damn," Roy Cole muttered when the engine coughed.
"What's the matter, Daddy?" Linda asked.
"Something's wrong with the car," Roy grumbled.
"Maybe we're running out of gas, Uncle Roy," Marsha chimed in from the backseat where she sat beside her father.
"No, that's impossible," Roy insisted. "I bought a full tank yesterday."
"But the gauge is on empty, Daddy," Linda said. "Look."
Every eye in the car focused on the gauge and saw the needle leaning all the way to the left.
"Roy, you idiot," Jack Cole hissed at his brother. There was a rivalry between them, with Jack usually getting the worst of it. For once he had Roy.
"Can't believe it," Roy mumbled just as the engine died. There was just enough momentum to roll the car off the road.
A discussion followed about what should be done. Linda came up with a suggestion.
"I saw a station about a couple of miles back," she said. "We'll draw straws to see which two of us go for gas. The other two can stay behind and watch the car. Then when we've got the gas all four of us can have our own little picnic."
Everyone went along with Linda's idea. She and her father wound up being the ones who would get the gas. Off they went.
Remaining behind, Marsha and her father found a tree and sat under it.
"Shade's nice," Marsha said after along silence, "but I think I'll get some sun. Mind, Daddy?"
"Go ahead," Jack Cole answered his daughter. "We're not going anyplace. One of us might as well enjoy it."
"Oh, Daddy, you're still not mad at Uncle Roy are you?" Marsha replied as she moved out into the sun. She shook her long hair and stretched out on the grass.
"Of all the dumb stunts. Running out of gas miles from anywhere," Jack fumed at his absent brother. In his continuing anger he did not immediately notice that Marsha had slipped out of her blouse.
"Oh, Daddy, don't blame Uncle Roy. It could happen to anybody," Marsha called. She was wriggling out of her jeans at this point.
Now her father noticed. "Hey!" Jack yelled at his stripping daughter. "Just what do you think you're doing, young lady?"
"Getting down to my bra and panties so I can get a tan," Marsha answered. "Really, Daddy, it's nothing to get excited about. It's just like seeing me in a two-piece bathing suit. Look! I'll show you."
She stood up, leaving her blouse and jeans as she walked back toward her father to give him a closer view.
"See? I'm decent," Marsha said.
Rut, of course, she wasn't and she knew it. She had purposely worn a bra that was too small, and her large tits were on the verge of popping free. And her tight panties hugged her crotch like a second skin, showing the outline of her cunt. Puffs of pussy hair bristled at the crux of her thighs.
"This just won't do," Jack Cole protested.
Marsha recalled her uncle having the same kind of reaction the night she had surprised him in her see-through nightie. Now she responded the same way she had then to her father's complaint about her skimpy underwear.
"Okay, Daddy," she sighed, "if you don't like the way I'm dressed, no problem. If my bra and panties bug you, I'll just get rid of them."
Jack started to say something. The words didn't get out of his mouth, though, before his daughter's tits were suddenly uncovered. Now all Jack could do was gulp – and stare.
Instead Marsha was the one to speak. "That bra was too tight, anyway," she told her wide-eyed father. "So are these panties."
Marsha was much slower about removing her final item of clothing than she had been with her bra. She inched the panties down her hips, gradually revealing her pussy's dark bush. Her father squirmed as he watched her, a tell-tale lump stirring at the crotch of his trousers.
Marsha's cunt came into full view. The hair was swept back along the center of its triangle, exposing the pink groove formed by her pussy lips. Then, stepping out of her panties, Marsha was completely nude. She threw her head and shoulders back, basking in the afternoon sun.
"Oh, what a beautiful day," she bubbled. "And now that I've got my clothes off I feel part of it."
Her father continued to stare. His cock and balls were throbbing at his crotch as though his heart had dropped between his legs.
"Aren't you glad I got rid of my bra and panties, Daddy?" Marsha said. "I am. I feel so free when I'm naked. Want to just run wild and follow the sun."
She started to skip away. But her father stopped her. "Don't go," Jack spoke for the first time in a long while.
"How come, Daddy?" Marsha asked, pretending to be every bit as innocent as she wasn't.
"I-I want to look at you," Jack stammered. "You're such a beautiful girl."
Marsha smiled at her father. She came over and leaned above him, dangling her tits in his face so he could see how hard and red her nipples were.
"Are you sure all you want to do is look, Daddy?" Marsha purred, her phony innocence now gone with the spring breeze.
"Uh, what did you have in mind?" Jack gulped.
"You know," Marsha kept purring.
Jack tried to act like he didn't. But he was very unconvincing, especially to himself. Then Marsha made it even more difficult for him, very much more. It was a bombshell she now dropped on her father.
"Let's not play games, Daddy," she said. "You want to do the same thing to me that you did the other night to Linda. You're just not sure you have the nerve to go that far with me because Linda's only your niece and I'm your own daughter."
"How did you find out about Linda and me?" Jack blurted out in panic.
"I watched all of it," Marsha revealed. "Linda and I cooked up the whole deal. Set you up, Daddy."
"Why?" Jack asked.
Now Marsha really poured it on, the stark truth. "Linda and I are fucking everybody in the family," she bluntly stated. "We've both balled Jerry. And before Linda came on to you I put out for Uncle Roy."
"And now you're going after your own fathers?" Jack muttered in shock.
"Why not?" Marsha answered. "Seems like the natural thing to do."
"Then you set up today too, didn't you?"
"You better believe it, Daddy," Marsha readily admitted.
She slumped to the ground. Her legs were spread. She fingered her pussy lips wide open.
"Take me, Daddy!" she urged. "Anything you did to Linda you can do to me. Sucking. Fucking. The whole works. I want it so bad and I know you do too."
Marsha paused, letting her father's incestuous desire pass the point of no return.
"Don't you, Daddy?" she now said. "Don't you want to suck and fuck me?"
"Yes," Jack confessed with a desperate rattle in his throat.
"Then do something about it, Daddy," Marsha demanded, "'cause here I am, so hot for you I can't stand it. If you don't come across, I'll just have to rape you."
"You've hooked me," Jack wheezed. "I hope you're satisfied."
"I'll only be satisfied when you're doing a number on me, Daddy. C'mon. Suck me. Fuck me!"
Jack wobbled to his knees. His pants came down. He caught his shorts on his hard-on so it twanged when it was freed.
"Mmmm, what a big cock," Marsha murmured. "You're hung even better than Uncle Roy, Daddy."
This was the best thing Marsha could have said to her father, for Jack Cole had always lived in the shadow of his brother, Roy. So it filled him with macho pride to have a beautiful young girl tell him that his prick was larger than his brother's, especially when the compliment was given by his very own daughter.
"I've just got to eat your huge cock before we do anything else, Daddy," Marsha said. "Come here and feed it to me. I'll give you the best blow-job you've ever had."
Jack crawled forward and straddled his reclining daughter, the shadow of his cock and balls across her face. Marsha reached up and took his prick, angling it toward her mouth. She kissed the head, then folded her lips over it with damp suction that made Jack's nuts lurch in their sac.