Amanda's heart raced as she boarded the plane, her father Mike right behind her. They were heading to a family reunion, but Amanda's mind was elsewhere. For years, she had harbored secret desires for her father, fantasies she knew were wrong but couldn't shake. And now, trapped in this metal tube together, those desires threatened to consume her.
"Sit anywhere you like, honey," Mike said, his voice warm and inviting. Amanda chose a window seat near the back, hoping the proximity to the lavatory would give them some privacy. Mike slid in next to her, his thigh brushing against hers as he buckled his seatbelt.
As the plane took off, Amanda felt a rush of excitement. She had never been this close to her father before, never allowed herself to truly consider the possibility of acting on her
