*All Characters are over 18 years old*
***This chapter is for the corrupted good girl who sent me that loooong anonymous email. Thanks.**
I woke in the cold pre-light of dawn. The cabin was freezing, as usual, though not as bad as that first night my daughter and I had spent there.
My daughter, Natalie. Her naked body was still wrapped around mine. I looked down at her angel face and noticed a bit of dried cum at the corner of her mouth. My cum. My gut tightened at the thought.
Memories of the night before ran through my head. Memories of her grinding her teenaged clit against my rock hard cock, of her telling me she was cumming, of her taking me into her mouth and swallowing my sperm.
Quietly, I climbed out of the bed, got dressed, and went to the living room to build a fire. Natalie didn't stir.
Even then, consumed with guilt, I still looked back at my beautiful little girl, laying in the bed we'd shared since we'd gotten snowed in here. She was perfection itself. Pure, sensuous, perfection.
I tore my eyes away and willed my cock to stop stiffening in my pants.
I got the fire started in the woodstove and cleaned the dishes from the night before, but my mind was still consumed with images of what I'd done with my daughter. I hadn't fucked her, but I'd made her cum on my cock, and she'd sucked me off. It was incest, and I couldn't help but think she was going to hate me when she woke up.
Worse, we were still stuck. I went outside to see if any of the snow had cleared, but it was still two feet deep everywhere.
I decided to check the car. Maybe I could get it to start. Maybe someone had come and cleared the road, though I doubted it. Still, at the worst I could at least get our clean clothes and the sleeping bag. With the sleeping bag I could stay on the couch, and not be tempted into taking things further with Natalie.
I put my shoes on and ventured out. I thought about telling Natalie where I was going, but I couldn't bear to meet her eyes.
My shoes were just Nike cross trainers, more appropriate for my Los Angeles home than trekking through the snowy mountains of Humboldt County. It was more than a mile to the car. By the time I reached it, I had long since lost feeling in my toes.
The car was completely buried in snow. It took me ten minutes just to clear it enough to get inside.
I tried to start the car, but it was just as dead as when we'd had to leave it in the storm. I took off one wet shoe and sock and tried to rub some feeling into my toes, but it was futile. At least the sun was out now. Maybe tomorrow or the next day we'd be able to head back out. We were stuck until then, unless I could find a place with cell reception.
Cell reception! We'd tried it at the car and at the cabin, but nowhere else. Up ahead of the car was a high point in the road, and with numb feet, I climbed it. Walking through the snow was tough, but luckily I kept myself in top shape with a regular gym routine, and my legs were still holding up.
I took out my cell phone and turned it on, having shut it off even before the storm to conserve batteries. I had two bars if I stood on the hill and faced just the right way. I called my brother. It had been his house Natalie and I had been headed to before we'd gotten lost in the storm.
"Hello?" Carl said on the other end. I'd never been happier to hear his voice.
I told Carl about the storm, about getting stuck. I told him Natalie and I were holed up in some stranger's cabin probably a few miles from his house but I couldn't be sure exactly where.
"Holy shit, bro! We've all been up here drinking and having a great time and you guys have been like a Survivor episode! Look, my truck might be able to handle this snow if I throw some chains on it. We have to figure out how I can get you."
"No, I can't even tell you where I am for sure. We're okay here, especially now that the sun is out. Let's wait for the snow to melt down a bit, and then we'll walk to the main road and you can meet us there."
"Well... truth is I'm not even sure I could get to you, anyway, this snow is crazy. If you're sure you'll be okay then it sounds like your plan is better."
I assured him we were okay, and promised him I'd call and check in tomorrow.
The reality was I was just as happy to still be stuck. I did want to get us out of that cabin, but I wanted a day to attempt to save my relationship with my daughter.
I found Natalie on the couch when I got back. She was wrapped in a thick blanket, but apparently still naked underneath.
"Clothes!" She exclaimed when she saw that I carried one of our suitcases. I'd filled it with essentials for both of us, leaving the rest back with the car. The only other item I carried was the sleeping bag. Natalie noticed it and wrinkled her nose at it, but she didn't say anything.
She certainly seemed happy enough, and even just that was a tremendous relief.
While Natalie raided the suitcase, I opened the door of the woodstove and got my feet as close as I could. They were so cold even getting within eighteen inches of the fire was painful. My toes were pure white.
"Oh my God, Daddy!" Natalie said, rushing over to me. She tried to rub some warmth into my feet with her slender hands.
"I'm okay." I said. "They're just cold. Once I warm them up I'll be fine."
"My hero." She said with a genuine smile, looking right into my eyes. I think she'd been looking at me the same way last night, right before I started shooting cum into her mouth. My gut dropped at the memory.
"I found a place we can use my phone. I called Carl and told him where we were." I related all the details to my lovely daughter, who nodded her understanding. I couldn't shake the images of last night. Despite my feelings of guilt, my cock began to thicken in my pants.
"We have to talk." I said finally.
"Wait until your feet warm up. I'll make us some breakfast."
With that, Natalie stood and walked into the kitchen. I sighed in resignation and kept rubbing blood back into my feet.
A few minutes later and I was back to normal, having changed into some dry clothes; and Natalie had cooked up some oatmeal for us from the stores let by whomever owned this place. We hadn't wanted for any essentials since we'd arrived, though our supply of wood was getting low. We only had enough for today and the next if we conserved at night, which was why we'd started sharing a bed. We'd needed the warmth.
I joined Natalie at the couch and we ate our breakfast in silence. When we'd finished she started things up.
"Okay Dad, let's talk."
"About last night..."
"It was amazing. I loved it."
"You... really?"
"Yes."
"You don't think its weird?"
"No, it is. But... I mean what hasn't been weird about this whole trip? Listen, I think the worst thing we can do is make a big deal about anything that happens here. Whatever we do, I'm still your daughter and you're still my Daddy, and I will always love you. You'll always love me, right?"
"Of course, angel. Nothing could ever make me not love you, I just don't want to hurt you."
"What we did last night is about as far from hurt as you can get. It felt really good."
Natalie got up and repositioned herself so she was laying across me, cuddled up with her head on my chest. I immediately felt better about the whole thing. I was surprised - and a little embarrassed - that my teenaged daughter had stayed so calm and mature about all this while I had spent the morning freaking out. I'd raised a smart cookie.
"You're the first man to ever make me cum."
I kissed her head. "You did all the work angel."
"But you were so patient, and you stayed so hard the whole time. I really liked it."
"I... I liked it too." I admitted. I had to. Last night had been the most amazing sexual experience of my life. Now that the guilt was gone, I found myself wanting - needing - to do it again. My cock was instantly hard in my pants.
Natalie must have felt my change in mood, because she immediately began breathing harder. My hands held her more firmly, and began to move over her back and leg. Natalie slid her hands under my shirt to feel my chest. Soon we were kissing, our tongues tangling together.
It was different, in the light of day. I could see my baby girl so clearly. The same girl I had delivered teary eyed to Kindergarten was now reaching between my legs to rub my cock through my pants.
With her touch, our need increased tenfold. We were writhing together on the couch now, and I opened the blanket that surrounded her, pressing myself into her naked body. She slid my shirt and sweater off of my chest, and as soon as our skin made contact, she reached down for my belt, her hands working it loose quickly.
"Help me, Daddy." She said, "Help me get these off you."
"Okay, but we have to be careful baby. We can't let things go too far."
We worked together to get my jeans down over my legs. I got one leg kicked free, but the other leg got caught. I ignored it as I groped my daughter's firm breasts, and kissed her neck savagely.
Natalie wasn't happy with just my jeans being off. She tugged and pulled at my underwear and after a moment's hesitation I helped her take them all the way off.
"Daddy... Daddy... I want you inside me."
I looked down at Natalie, her eyes wide and dark, her lips moist and parted as she drew in breath through her mouth.
"Baby, we can't. That's too much. You could get pregnant."
"No, no, its not the right time for that. Please Daddy. Please, I need you so bad."
Natalie reached down and positioned my hard cock at the entrance to her dripping wet pussy. She began to rock her hips, lubricating the head of my shaft with every motion. Everything around the periphery of my vision began to fade, until I could see only her. Only my daughter, begging me to slide my cock into her tight, teenaged pussy. I couldn't even imagine it fitting inside her.
"God, Daddy, I'm so wet, I need you so bad. Please put this monster inside me. I need it, I need it."
I edged forward, sliding the tip of my penis into my baby girl's vagina.
"Oh yes, Daddy. Please put it in me. More."
