As I stepped out of the bathroom, I caught Lexie's gaze lingering on my lower body. There was an intensity in her eyes, so much so that it made me wonder, "Is she thinking about the same thing as I am?"

Just then, the storm outside grew fiercer. With a sudden snap, the power went out, and the entire room plunged into darkness.

Amanda let out a frightened cry and rushed straight into my arms. Her soft, full curves pressed tightly against me, and our lower bodies were practically glued together. A shiver ran down my spine.

This was my daughter. I could never let my thoughts go astray.

I quickly pushed her away and fumbled to switch on my phone's flashlight—a faint beam of light cut through the darkness. To my surprise, the person before me wasn't Amanda but Lexie.

She stood there, looking at me with the most pitiful eyes.

So, it had been Lexie who had thrown herself into my arms earlier. An invisible bolt of lightning struck me. Every nerve and fiber in my body was screaming over the same thing.

In a soft, almost trembling voice, she said, "I'm so scared, Mr. Kane."

I didn't have time to comfort her. Turning the light toward the couch, I saw Amanda curled up there, hugging herself and shaking.

"Go back to the room," I told them. "Get in bed and lie down. Everything will be alright."

Under my escort, Amanda and Lexie returned to their room, curling up under the blankets.

I went back to mine, but my mind was anything but calm. Lexie's face and the memory of that brief, unexpected closeness kept replaying in my head. Sleep wouldn't come.

Late into the night, I heard a soft, uneven sound coming from the bathroom. It sounded… alluring.

Quietly, I got up and crept toward the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and a faint light spilled out into the hallway.

Peering into the bathroom, I saw Lexie sitting on the toilet, legs wide apart, with nothing covering her core, looking delicate.

Not only that, but she was also holding my underwear, greedily sniffing it. I happened to have a clear view of everything.

She extended a hand and slowly made her way down to the core, wildly fingering it. I could almost feel blood running down my nose.

How was this any different from tempted me into doing something bad? Should I just go in and help relieve her?

Amid my hesitation, Amanda's voice came from the bedroom. "Lexie, are you not done yet? Hurry up! I'm scared!"

Lexie jumped, quickly putting my underwear away. She straightened her clothes before heading for the door. "I'll be right out!"

Realizing that I was about to be discovered, I hastily bolted back into my room. When I lay in bed, my heart was pounding.

It was surprising how unpredictable life could be. Even at 40, I met an 18-year-old who was eager enough to sniff my underwear. The prospect of a life rich in intimacy filled me with sheer ecstasy.

The next morning, I got up early to make breakfast.

The hurricane was still raging outside, and our supplies were limited. Hence, every meal had to be rationed carefully.

During breakfast, Lexie sat across from me. She fidgeted a bit, playfully nudging my leg with her foot.

I froze for a moment, then glanced at Amanda, who was focused on her meal, unaware of what was happening under the table.

I exhaled and relaxed, enjoying the softness gliding around my leg. She even made my calf feel ticklish. Above the table, she was enjoying her breakfast, eyeing me with a mischievous look. I awkwardly smiled back.

Suddenly, she dropped her fork, so she bent down to pick it up. I thought she would come right back up a second later, pretend nothing was happening, and continue her meal.

To my surprise, she suddenly grabbed my foot and began sliding her tongue along my calf. Her wetness slowly traveled up to my thigh and eventually stopped at my groin, repeatedly drawing circles.

That strange, tingling sensation filled me with a rush of excitement. Goosebumps rose all over my skin, and I could hardly stay calm in my seat.

My hair stood on end, but all I could do was force myself to stay still so that Amanda wouldn't notice anything awry.

Yet not only did Lexie not stop, but she also started tugging at my pants. I was wearing a pair of oversized shorts, so she easily pulled them down. Immediately, my shaft came into view.

A wave of intense shame washed over me as Amanda continued eating beside me. I nudged Lexie, trying to push her away, but she only went harder at it and even grabbed my tip.

Her hand was extremely soft, and the otherworldly sensation made my blood boil in a good way. Then, she began stroking it.

A sharp jolt of sensation coursed through me, as if every cell in my body had suddenly come alive and burst into motion. It had been years since I had touched a woman, but now, a young woman was voluntarily doing it to me.

That feeling hit me all at once, knocking all thoughts right out of my head. My cutlery slipped from my fingers and clattered onto the table.

Amanda looked at me, bewildered. "Dad, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

I tried my best not to let any strange sounds slip out. "Nothing. You carry on."

"Oh," she replied. "And where's Lexie, by the way? She's taking forever to pick up a fork. Let me help her out."

As she spoke, she lowered her head, ready to check underneath the table.

In a flash, Lexie let go of me and popped back up from under the table, still holding the fork. "Phew. You'd think it'd fall right near my feet, but it didn't! Took me forever to find it!"

I quickly pulled up my pants, my heart still racing. Luckily, Amanda didn't notice a thing. She turned to Lexie and said, "It's dirty now. I'll get you a clean one."

She got up and headed into the kitchen to grab another fork.

Seizing the moment alone, Lexie gave me a flirtatious look. "How's that, Mr. Kane? Did you like it?"

I had to say—Lexie was bold. Even I, a middle-aged man, was flushed and speechless from her actions. She must've felt unfulfilled, which explained her constant need for thrill and satisfaction.

At night, as I lay in bed, I scrolled through my phone to read the news. Suddenly, Lexie opened my door, wearing yet another snug set of pajamas, her shape clearly visible.

She looked at me, a hint of restlessness in her expression, and asked, "Mr. Kane, do you have any cucumbers lying around? I'm kind of hungry and would like to eat something."

Of course, I knew exactly what she wanted to do with a cucumber. Last night, she was barely satisfied when Amanda summoned her back to the bedroom. Tonight, she had to be dying for a release.

Meanwhile, the fire in me had long been ignited during breakfast this morning. Now that a beautiful, young woman was at my door, how could I even resist?

I took off my pants and held myself toward her face. "What do you need a cucumber for? I have something better here. Want to have a try?"

Lexie's body melted into submission. She shut the door behind her without me asking, then climbed onto my bed. "Mr. Kane, can I really have a taste?"

She stuck her hips out, kneeling between my thighs, her eyes staring greedily at my manhood. Her face was only inches away, her warm breath tickling my head.

Surrendering to my desires, I reached out and played with her large breasts, watching them change shape as they bounced around my fingers. It had been forever since I felt this, and it was pure delight.

I looked at her flushed face and teased her. "You sure are horny, aren't you? Did you do something with my underwear last night?"

Hand around my shaft, she smiled and replied, "Well, if you hadn't done something with my underwear, I wouldn't have lost control. Caught the smell and couldn't contain touching myself. Now, you need to fix this."

I pinned her head down, slowly applying pressure as I moved. "Let me show you how it's done tonight."