Hey all! Annabelle here with the second, sizzling installment of Iceman's Wrath. This chapter continues directly where my last chapter left off, I recommend reading that first. Believe it or not, I was actually too shy to finish writing this chapter at the time. Boy, times have changed! Since this is a direct continuation of last chapter, it is a little smaller than what I usually write. The Iceman's journey isn't over yet, and if you like this chapter, don't forget to rate it! Oh, and just a reminder-despite their bad decisions, everybody here is over 18!
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A Cold Drink of Water
Jason enjoyed the peace and quiet, cleaning up after his daughter's guests. Sometimes it bothered him how messy they could be, but he found that his daughter's standards of cleanliness were not often up to par with his. Years sharing a station with other men and women had instilled a "cleanliness is next to godliness" routine for him. Once he finished wiping down the counter with Clorox wipes, he defrosted a steak, pulling a couple of cool beers out of the fridge to enjoy while he waited. He grilled outside, bringing it inside when he was done. Despite the setting sun, the air was still angry with heat, and his beer became lukewarm in minutes.
He ate his dinner in front of the television, watching Game of Thrones on TV. The house was finally starting to feel cool once more when the power went out again. Jason fumed in silence, staring into the dark void that had been his TV.
"Fuck," Jason muttered, quickly moving through the pitch black home to find flashlights. He didn't allow burning candles in his home, a lesson brought about by the first. Fatality he had ever seen on the job. An entire family, gobbled up by the flames of a candle that had tipped over in the night. With the AC off, the house became a small oven, the temperature outside just over a hundred degrees and creeping ever inward.
Naomi returned with her friends, Megan and Maria, from the movie. Immediately complaining about how hot it was, the women moved their sleep over to the basement to keep cool. Jason helped Naomi set up some flashlights, then showed her how to use a camping stove to cook the girls some popcorn. They vanished to the basement for the evening, the sounds of giggling occasionally permeating the floorboards.
Jason sat in the living room, wondering if anything could be done about the constant outages. The heat was simply too much, and his bedroom was well over ninety degrees, due to its west facing windows. Confined to the living room, he made the best of it, reading an issue of TIME magazine by the light of an LED lamp he used for camping.
The giggling downstairs slowly became muted, and a blurry eyed Jason finally drifted to sleep, fantasizing about the smooth curves of Brianne's body beneath his fingers once more. He wanted to kick himself for not using Brianne like the cum rag she was, but knew that it would have been a huge mistake.
The house was engulfed in smokeless fire, the flames casting odd shadows in every direction. Before him she stood, Brianne in her cheerleader outfit, bending over just enough for the skirt to creep up her backside, the wet lips of her pussy gleaming in the firelight. He wanted to walk toward her, bend her over, fuck her until she begged him to stop, but the flames were too hot, singing his naked skin every time he walked toward her. Like a fog, his dreams faded in and out, the image of her body just beyond his reach.
He opened his eyes, rock hard and sweaty. The sun was long gone, the stars being led across the sky by the glow of the moon. It was the middle of the night, and he could sneak away to his bedroom to fall back asleep, but not before rubbing one out to the image of Brianne. Standing, he took a couple steps toward the stairs, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth was. A nice, cold glass of water sounded like an amazing idea.
Carefully moving around in the dark, he turned the corner into the kitchen. Seeing the figure at the sink, he stopped.
Megan stood in front of the sink, a chunk of ice held against her smooth neck. The light of the moon backlit her body, her modest cotton sleeping gown nearly transparent in its light. He stared at her slender silhouette, mouth agape as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, her hips cocking to one side. Loose, red hair scattered the moon's light, casting an eerie glow across his kitchen. He could see the faint raised lines of her panties, the tight curves of her ass visible through her gown. Shifting once more, her body was no more than a trapped shadow, awaiting liberation from its cotton prison.
She sighed, turning to lean against the counter. The ice she had liberated from the freezer had melted against her skin, creating several rivulets of water that ran down the front of her gown. Not only did these rivers cause her gown to cling to her breasts, her hard nipples were prominently displayed through the tight fabric. Opening her eyes, she saw Jason and jumped, her breasts bouncing delightfully beneath the fabric of her gown.
"Oh, Mr. Dawes, you startled me." She held the ice once more against her neck. "I got really hot, I didn't mean to wake you."
"That's okay Megan, I'm just coming for a drink." He stepped closer to the sink, bumping into her on accident, watched her widening eyes travel down the length of his body. Following her gaze, he realized that the unthinkable had happened. The tiny button on the fly of his boxers had come undone in his sleep, and the act of walking into the kitchen had allowed his erection to poke through. Even worse, bumping into her had released the beast. Wordless, he looked at Megan, then back down at his dick. He couldn't help but flex it, suddenly aware of how cool the room was compared to the confines of his boxers.
Don't scream, don't scream, he pleaded mentally. Megan's eyes met his, her cheeks red.
"Is that... did I do that?" she asked.
"Er..." He fumbled over the words. Technically, no. Then again, he had been checking her out. Shit. "I don't know what to say." He fumbled with his dick, trying to push it back through the hole, but it was too big to fit back through without taking his boxers off. Fucking around with Brianne had been one thing, but Megan was on the opposite end of the spectrum. She was the girl he wanted his daughter to be like, the one he knew would hold her hair when she was sick, the one who would never abandon her at a party. Frantic, he tugged out on his boxers, hoping if he went partially flaccid that he could make it work.
"Uh uh." Megan glided forward, wrapping the head of his penis in her cool hand, sparking it back to full stiffness Shocked, Jason stared into Megan's green eyes. She stroked him softly, a sly grin on her lips. Gone was the polite valedictorian who would bring over chick flicks and popcorn, the girl who would help him out with dishes when they were done eating. Her gaze was predatory, and she was waiting for a response.
Dad Jason and Wild Jason stood on the sink, appraising the situation. Jason looked to them for guidance. They looked at each other in an attempt to come to a consensus, heads bowed in secret conference.
"Fuck her!" Wild Jason shouted through cupped hands, gyrating his hips for effect. "See if she makes quiet noises or loud ones!"
Dad Jason shrugged. "I'm not even entirely certain we're awake. Go for it." He held up both thumbs.
Jason looked away from the counter, his eyes finding hers. "You are eighteen, right?"
"Six months ago." She popped the piece of ice in her mouth and squeezed down hard on his shaft, rolling her wrist toward the base, sending a shiver up his spine.
