Maggie found her voice.
The first snowstorm of the season was a bad one. Clark and his oldest daughter, Maggie, had just finished touring the college she would be attending in the fall and were headed back to Montana when they were caught in the storm. As they drove through the blizzard, the windshield wipers struggled to keep up, and the snow piled up to the point that it was difficult to discern the road from the wilderness.
Maggie had turned eighteen over the summer and was planning her freshman year at college. She was going to be going to her father's alma mater. It was only a couple of hours away. If her mother had known she only put in one application, 'pissed' wouldn't be a word strong enough to describe her demeanor.
Clark was doing his best to stay on the road however his luck ran out. The car careened off the road and into a ravine. The powder snow piled over the top and buried the fancy SUV. It was dark inside the car save for the interior lights that Clark had put on. He attempted to get out to assess the damage, but the weight of the snow prevented the doors from opening. Maggie's heart sank as she realized that they were stranded in the middle of nowhere. Clark, however, remained calm and began to search the car for anything they could use to survive.
He immediately retrieved the emergency kit under the third-row seat, grabbing the crank-operated light and the fancy new sleeping bag made of a special fabric that was guaranteed to not rip, tear, or come unzipped. It was practically bear-proof. He was proud of his purchase, especially now, as the temperature in the car was quickly dropping.
A few quick calls to his wife and to emergency services reassured Clark and Maggie that help was on the way, and they would be back home, safe and warm, in no time. The battery in the car must have taken some damage after the descent because the interior light began to dim within the first hour. They took turns cranking the light every fifteen minutes to keep from plunging into darkness.
Eventually, they huddled together for warmth, Clark sharing stories about his favorite memories from his time at college. Maggie shared how much she enjoyed the beautiful campus and how great it would be to live in the dorms along with the other students. She also confided in her father that she hadn't applied anywhere else. Given the circumstances, he was much more forgiving than she expected.
The hours dragged on as they sat in the cold, waiting for rescue. They tried turning off one of their phones at a time to conserve battery life, but eventually both phones were dead.
Maggie fell asleep at some point, but Clark stayed awake, listening for evidence of help arriving. Every time he thought he heard a vehicle approach, he felt a surge of hope, only to be disappointed when nothing came of it. No longer able to tell what time it was, or even what day it was, Clark knew that they were in grave danger, but he refused to give up hope. He held onto the belief that someone would find them before it was too late.
Maggie awoke, her teeth chattering and desperate for warmth. She curled up closer to her father, feeling the icy cold all around her. Clark handed her a protein bar and water from the emergency kit, hoping it would help raise her spirits. As she took a sip, she looked around, taking in their bleak surroundings.
"Dad," she said, her voice shaking, "I'm scared."
"Let's get into the sleeping bag, using it as a blanket isn't working," Clark suggested.
He then remembered the best way to stay warm was skin to skin contact. He had been reluctant to mention this as it would have to be used only as a last resort. He put his arm around Maggie and pulled her close, unable to feel any heat through their winter jackets.
"Hey, it's going to be okay, kiddo. We've got each other, and we'll find a way out of this." He tried to sound convincing, but the truth was, he was scared, too. He knew he needed to stay strong for her, to be the rock she could lean on. They just needed to get through the night.
"Honey," Clark said, trying to sound optimistic, "it sounds counter-intuitive, but we need to take off some layers in order to share body heat. In fact, it's best if there's skin-to-skin contact."
Maggie nodded, feeling the cold bite into her flesh, as she struggled to remove some of her outer layers. Once they were both as undressed as they dared, they nestled together, trying to share as much warmth as possible. Clark wrapped his arms around Maggie, pressing her body against his. She could feel the heat from his skin, and it was a welcome sensation.
"That feels better, daddy. Do you think we should take off all of our clothes?" Maggie asked hurriedly, her teeth still chattering.
Clark nodded, his heart racing at the thought of being completely naked with his daughter in such a vulnerable situation. They slowly shed the rest of their clothes, trying to avoid revealing their bodies to each other. As they pressed their bare skin against each other, it felt awkward. Warm, but awkward.
Clark couldn't help but notice the woman his little Maggie was growing into. She was taller than Beth, her mother, and Sara, her younger sister, but still quite a bit shorter than he was. She was about as flat-chested as her mother and sister as well. Clark was never a boob guy; in fact, he preferred smaller breasts. What they lacked in size they made up for in nipple sensitivity. Just a breath on Beth's nipples would send chills up her back and down her stomach. Clark's cock jerked ever so slightly at that thought. He hoped beyond hope that Maggie hadn't noticed.
He was suddenly aware of Maggie's soft, warm skin against his own. In his mind he took note of how her arm was folded between their chests, bearing most of the weight of Maggie's slight 115-pound body. He noted how her taut belly was pressed against his, the six-pack he once proudly displayed had morphed into more of a pony keg.
Thankfully, that belly kept Maggie mostly suspended and away from the bulk of his manhood. He noted how her legs curled up, her knees resting on his belly and her feet, like icicles, poking into his inner thigh. Between the icicle toes and the position, they were in he was safely flaccid and seemed to be miles from any trouble.
The feeling of Maggie's delicate bones beneath her smooth, silky flesh continued to bring memories of Beth as their daughter repositioned herself. Then her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples still hard from the cold air. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and it was a welcome sensation.
Maggie, for her part, marveled at the strength and resilience of her father. She had always known he was strong, but then, in that moment, she felt the full weight of her father's muscles against her, and it was reassuring.
As Maggie attempted to zip the fancy sleeping bag, she began jostling up and down Clark's body in order to get a good angle with which to maneuver the zipper. Her nipples slid against his chest and her hips ground against his pelvis as she moved. The friction was unintentional, but it sent a wave of desire through them both.
Clark felt his cock twitch against her hip, and he tried his best to ignore it. But Maggie felt it too, and her body responded with a surge of heat that seemed to intensify the feeling between them.
Suddenly, with a jerk, Maggie zipped up the tight sleeping bag and, in the process, broke the zipper tab clean off. It still felt like a tiny victory in the face of the overwhelming odds against them.
Their bodies were now completely enveloped in the confines of the sleeping bag, pressed tightly against each other. The warmth from their skin made the air inside the bag bearable, but it also made it hard to breathe.
Their faces were mere inches apart, and they could feel each other's breath on their skin. The intimacy was palpable, and as they lay there in the darkness, they couldn't help but wonder where this newfound desire was leading them.
"Dad, is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just... never mind." Maggie's voice trailed off as she quietly laughed, feeling a little awkward once she'd made the joke. She could feel the heat coming off her father's body, and it was making her even more aware of how closely they were pressed together.
Maggie wasn't a confident girl by nature. She knew what she wanted, but was mostly unable to control the circumstances that led to her success or failure. She received the events that happened in her life, she didn't initiate them.
Maggie's first boyfriend had the same demeanor. Prom was fun, but neither of them knew what to do after the dance, so he just brought her home. She wanted him to kiss her, he wanted her to kiss him, but they stood there, holding each other's hands, both heads turned slightly in opposite directions.
They just stood there, in front of the door. Maggie's parents watched everything from the doorbell camera. Neither of them initiated the act, and the kiss lingered in the air until it fell with a thud onto the ground.
Maggie turned on her heels and opened the door, turned back for a quick wave, then went inside. She cried that night, not because of the kiss, but because she wasn't strong enough to initiate what she wanted most in that moment, to grab her boyfriend, claim him as her own, kiss him, woo him, remind him of why they were dating in the first place.
Back in the car, Clark chuckled softly, his breath tickled her cheek. "I'm so sorry, honey. I guess it's something I can't quite control." He couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire, as he looked into his daughter's eyes, seeing the reflection of his own emotions there.
