"Why in the hell are we out here again?"
Even as I said it I knew why. Because my little girl, Nicole, said she wanted a real Christmas tree. Whatever Nicole really wanted from her daddy, she tends to get. So, even though I am pretty sure that between the basement, attic, and garage we have three 6-7 foot tall artificial trees, I am now freezing my ass off in a National Forest obtaining that which my little girl desires.
Ah, Nicole. She celebrated her 18th birthday just over a month ago. I remember that day fondly, when my then-wife Natasha gave birth to the prettiest twin girls one ever saw, whom we named Nicole and Natalie. My name is Nick, so we were keeping an N-name theme, which since then I've forced myself to not regurgitate when I see others similarly name their kids, for fears of hypocrisy. A few months later, I learned that Natasha only wanted one child ever, whereas I wanted to keep trying until we had one of each sex. Her desire to be the mother of one child became so great that just before the twins had their first birthday, she left me and took Natalie, as Nat was the one quasi named for her, while Nicole was quasi named for me. It saved me a costly divorce, and I don't miss Natasha, but I regret missing out on seeing Natalie grow up every single day of my life. I never found out where they moved to, as her parents disowned her after her stunt. They still send presents to Nicole, and I make sure they see Nicole every few months or so. We have never told Nicole she has a twin, because her grandparents and I have felt so much grief over the split that we did not want Nicole to suffer similar grief.
For her part, Nicole moved like a snow tigress on that snowy field. Her off-white jeans fit her like a glove, forcing me to view her ass like no father should. Her leather winter jacket with frontier frills expressed her wild side, although I have never really had any discipline problems with her. She was once an all-around athlete, but with her 5'11 height and breasts that were at least C, or maybe D (I never wanted to check her bra for fear of discovery) gymnastics became out of the question, and had to struggle mightily with basketball, which is practically the state religion here. She still does well at volleyball, being her team's captain, and I expect a volleyball scholarship for her any day now, especially if she wins that state champion ship two days from now. As a father I know I shouldn't be admiring her figure right now, but it keeps my mind off of how miserable I am now hunting some evergreen tree that I will have to keep watered for two to three weeks.
"Ooh, daddy, this one is perfect."
The tree she picked was pretty, and I was relieved it wasn't a hug monstrosity. At 5'6", it was shorter than either of us. I started axing at it, until even Nicole realized that when it comes to using an axe I should be called Lightning, as I never strike the same place twice.
"Silly dad, let me try."
Her technique was better than mine, and within the minute it was cut and we began dragging it away. Once we got it home I realized that inside the tree was a small branch, about seven inches long, that had no leaves. I commented on it to Nicole, saying we should probably saw it off for appearance.
"Don't worry daddy, I have plans for it." I started to inquire. "No daddy, it's a secret." I refrained, although I did wonder why she blushed. "Why don't you go upstairs and rest; I'll call you when supper's ready."
Good girl. I am so glad she learned to cook. Other girls worship Celine Dion, for some strange reason, but for Nicole it was Giada De Laurentiis. I often watch anything of Giada's with Nicole, but for different reasons; Nicole looked at the food, and I looked at Giada.
I read for an hour or so, and went to check up on Nicole. She wasn't in the kitchen, but supper wouldn't be for another so I wasn't too worried. She wasn't in her room so I decided she must be downstairs. Chancing upon some candy cane Nicole was going to use to decorate the tree, I took two; one for each of us. Upon opening the basement door, I heard the wood carver at work; she was doing something. I saw that the tree was standing where it should, but the small branch was gone. I decided she must be doing something with that branch. Remembering her blush, I decided to sneak down. With that wood carver going, she wouldn't hear me going down those squeaky stairs.
Wondering what she was doing, especially since she had a protective apron on and nothing else, I decided to sneak into the old coal bin. After a minute the carver went off. I heard her exclaim, "Perfect!" She then went into her room. After waiting a minute I decided to see what she was doing next. I peeked into her room and saw her laying down on her bed. She had carved that wooden pine branch into a dildo. Suddenly the stairs were no longer the only thing downstairs that squeaked, as she suddenly cooed from using the dildo. "Ooh, ooh" she exclaimed. For my part, suddenly that pinewood dildo was not the only hard wood downstairs. Seeing Nicole with her perfect breasts, perky nipples, and 43" legs pleasuring herself was too much. I finally got a view of her pussy; it was perfectly shaved and without a bunch of loose folds. If she wasn't my daughter, I would throw open that door at that moment and ravish her.
"DADDY!"
Oops, she noticed me. "Sorry hun, but I wondered where you were, and were so secretive, I wondered what you were doing." I decided to tease, "There are a lot of boys that would be envious of the pinewood dildo right about now."
