(This was a role play between me and Literotica author Pissyprincess. We played this over several weeks on Literotica through personal messages. She has agreed for this to be published as a story.
Pissyprincess was interested in playing something that turns her on in a forbidden fantasy way, which is a sexual relationship between a father and a daughter. We did one other rp/story about a father and a daughter called "Daddy's Baby", but in that one the daughter was adopted. But in this role play the father Mark and his daughter Lili are blood relations.
Pissyprincess has for a while wanted to explore having the father be more dominant, and sometimes even rough in his sexual desires and demands. As a somewhat sensitive guy this was at that moment bridge too far for me. And so for this role play we did an unusual thing. Pissyprincess plays the father, making him as dominant as she desired, and I play the daughter.
We each collaborated with the other on each post through a separate out of character pm thread at Lit, and so each post is to a degree co-authored. So in writing for Lili, for instance, I sometimes got suggestions from Pissyprincess on what Lili might do, and how she might react to things, and then followed her suggestions.
Anyway, as a warning this has some rough sex, and If that or any of the other tags for this role play/story don't seem like they would be your cup of tea, please move on to different story.)
Mark and his daughter Lili were almost at their remote cabin in the mountains in their Subaru Outback, when the Emergency Broadcast System alarm sounded over the radio...
"The President of the United States is calling for calm in response to the limited nuclear war between India and Pakistan. But as a precaution people are urged to remain indoors during the duration of this emergency to avoid possible radioactive fallout. The National Guard has been called out in most major cities, and looters will be shot on sight. Grocery stores especially will be protected. The fallout radiation is not expected to be serious in the United States, but again as a precaution everyone should try remain indoors as much as possible for the next few weeks. The borders of the United States have been closed, and most non-military flights have been cancelled until further notice."
Mark had been worried about something bad happening for years. After Lili's Mom Lisa died in a car accident, caused by a drunk driver three years before, Mark had started to turn his attention to protecting his daughter, Lili, at all costs as the state of the world became more precarious.
Lili had been worried her father was becoming obsessed as a way to cope with the grief, especially when he emptied out all of his retirement savings to spend on turning their vacation cabin in the mountains into a survival cabin. He'd spent more than a million dollars to do things like having a twelve foot high concrete block wall built around the place with razor wire on top, creating an independent water supply from a deep well, installing solar and a gas generator to provide electricity. In the basement there was about two year's worth of food and water for two. There were also a few handguns, which he'd trained her to use.
His preparation now felt justified. The two of them were moving to the cabin and leaving the city behind them.
Mark could tell Lili was shaken up after listening to the announcement, although none of it was really news to them, because they's been listening to it all play out on on the radio for the previous few hours. But he tried to project calm and smiled to her, even though he was also very concerned.
"We'll be okay, sweetie," he said, putting a big hand on her knee and squeezing in a gently reassuring way, although he was sure okay wasn't the right word to use. But they would survive. He'd make sure of it.
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They'd rushed out of the house so fast that Lili was still wearing the skirt that she'd put on that day. Her Dad had trained her that when the time came they might literally have walk out of the house with what they had on, and not even bother to pack. Everything was already at the survival cabin--clothes, toothbrushes, toothpaste, books, music CDs, movies on blu-ray, and so on, in addition to the food and everything else. Plus her Dad always kept extra survival stuff and supplies in the back of their station wagon.
Feeling her father touch her bare knee was comforting. It was not just comforting, but even slightly thrilling in a forbidden way. His strong and slightly rough hand felt good her smooth skin for those few seconds.
"Thanks, Dad," Lili said, "And I want to say right now that you were right, and I apologize for thinking that you were...paranoid. You were actually right. I just can't wait to get to the cabin now, and thank goodness we're close. But there's so much snow on the ground still. It's cold up here this time of year, but I guess mostly we'll be staying inside, won't we, behind our wall, waiting for the next..."
Her words trailed off, because actually she was slightly panicked. How could she not be with the possible collapse of civilization. She wished she could have brought her best friend Stacey along, but that hadn't been possible of course. She had gotten a grimly ironic text from Stacey, saying, "Missing you as the world ends. Hope we meet again at some point. Stuck in wall-to-wall traffic." Shortly after that cell phones stopped working, apparently overwhelmed by the amount of calls and texts.
The steel gate to their little compound opened as her Dad pressed the code for it on a pin pad, and then they were in and the clanging gate closed behind them.
Lili was shivering uncontrollably as they unpacked what little they'd brought in the Subaru wagon. She searched for her father's eyes, seeking comfort, or something to do next as they got into the house, and then he turned on the heat.
****
Mark could tell the brave face Lili was wearing was starting to slip as she grew more tired and the reality of what was happening continued to settle in.
"I'm proud of you for moving so fast today, Lili," he said, catching her hand and pulling her into a hug. "Just like we'd talked about. I know you're probably scared, but we're going to get through this together." She may have been 18, but she still felt so small wrapped in his big arms. He stroked her hair and gave her a kiss on the forehead before releasing her. "How about we unpack and then I can make dinner and we'll watch a movie. Your pick."
The cabin, though heavily retrofitted as a safehouse, was still the same original small footprint, and as a result, there was only one bedroom.
"Why don't you get your things settled in the bedroom. I'll need to use a couple drawers in there for my clothes, but otherwise, it'll be your bedroom."
Sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future didn't sound great, but he wanted his daughter to feel at home and as comfortable as possible. Plus, he'd be able to keep her safe that way in the highly unlikely event that there was an intruder. Of course, there were many protections up to prevent that, but Mark still worried about his darling daughter.
