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 Title: That Night After Camping
Author: The Ketch Story Guy
Summary: Driving through an early season blizzard, a man and his
daughter have to spend the night in the same sleeping bag.
Keywords: Mf, inc

   I don't know where Kelsey's sleeping bag went.  I think she must have
left it on top of the jeep when we were packing back up to beat the storm.

   Snow isn't unheard of in the mountains that early in the fall, but no
one saw the storm coming until 2 days out, and Kelsey and I had been hiking
for 3.  We'd barely made it 10 miles out of the park the first time the
jeep skidded.

   "Whoa!" Kelsey said, grabbing her armrests.  "That was a close one! 
It's really snowing.  I haven't seen a car coming the other way for like...
at all.  This is crazy, it was like 60 yesterday!  Do we have snow tires
Dad?" Of course we didn't.  She watched the snow for several minutes,
twitching her foot as quickly as she talked.  "Dad, are we gonna...  are we
gonna make it down?"

   Watching the white guardrail slide by on those cliff-hugging roads I was
thinking "down" was the easy part, but that's not the sort of thing you say
to an anxious 14 year old.  I just put my hand on her knee and gave it a
warm squeeze.  She smiled, and her foot stopped.  The snow turned to rain
for a minute, and I thought we'd be fine, but then the big flakes came in
harder than ever and I began having trouble seeing.  Traction was getting
bad, no matter how slow I went.

   Inside a bend, there was a shoulder on the mountain side of the road
wide enough to get us out of the way of the snowplows.  I pulled off there.
We sat in silence for a while.

   Since Kelsey's become a teenager, all of her vowels have dropped toward
"uh." (Really becomes "rully." That becomes "thut." Dad becomes "Duuhd.") I
think it's an attempt to sound grownup and disinterested.  So when her
voice came out small and clear, I knew she was worried.  "Dad, are we
trapped?"

   "We're just going to wait until the snow plows come through, honey.  I
didn't bring chains.  I figure it's safer this way."

   "Yeah.  We've still got food and stuff if we get like...  snowed in."

   "I doubt we'll be here too long.  I'll run the engine if it gets cold."

   But you know how fast a car gets cold without the engine running, and as
the snow piled up over the jeep and the light faded, I didn't want to run
the engine until I could get out and clear the grill and tailpipe.  Kelsey
was reclined in her seat under a pile of clothes shivering when I switched
on a torch.  "Why don't you climb in your sleeping bag?" I said.  "You can
make room in the back."

   She nodded and climbed over the center console.  Her butt in tight
thermal tights passed my face.  "Dad, where did you put my sleeping bag?"

   "I didn't pack it.  Where did you put it, honey?"

   She cleared a space on the floor, rifling through everything.  She threw
a bag against the window, half mad and screamed, "I can't find it!"

   "Honey.  Calm down.  Just crawl into mine."

   Without protest, she pulled mine out, stuffed her sweatshirts into the
bag as a pillow, and zipped herself inside.  I looked back to see her
auburn hair spilling out the top.

   Pretty soon I couldn't see anything outside.  I kept my torch off in
case Kelsey was sleeping, listening for the plow truck.  I tried my mobile
a couple of times, but, nothing.  Your mind wanders.  I thought of Kelsey
keeping up with me for mile after mile, so compact and fit.  My lithe
little teenage girl.  Cave men must have felt the same glow roving with
their daughters.  I wondered if this would be the last time just the two of
us would spend 3 days alone together, now that she's in high school.  I
wondered if she'd have a boyfriend the same time next year.  I imagined the
storm coming in a day earlier, or when we were on top of Bald Mountain.  I
imagined being lost.  I imagined it taking weeks for them to find us, even
there beside the road.  I imagined everything that could go wrong.

   Then I heard, "Daaaad?  I can't believe you're not cold!" More her usual
teenager voice.  She must've been warming up.  "Mom's not gonna believe we
had this much of an adventure, right?  Can you believe it?"

   "Yeah," I laughed.  "No, I'm okay." I realizing my teeth were
chattering.

   "Mom's got to be worried."

   She didn't say anything for a few minutes.

   "Dad, I'm, like...  rully, rully scared."

   I switched on the torch and looked to see her glittering hazel eyes
gazing back at me from inside the sleeping bag.  I climbed in back, much
less gracefully than Kelsey had done it, and began stroking her head
through the plastic fabric.  She took my hand and hugged it to her cheek
defensively.

   "There's nothing to be scared of, luv," I said.

   After a moment, she noticed something.  "Ohmigod dad, your hand's ice
cold!  Are you...?" She started feeling up my arm.

   "I'll find some more warm clothes."

   "Dad, you're wearing them!"

   "I think there's a blanket too."

   "Dad, can you- You should just-"

   "No, we won't both fit.  I'm not turning you out."

   "No, Dad..." She fiddled with the zipper.  "Yes we will.  Try.  Just
try." I recognized my own words from climbing that log over the stream two
days before...

   I took my shoes and socks off, then the 3 sweaters and the wind pants. I
went for the buckle of my shorts, then thought better of it.

   Kelsey rolled her eyes.  "Dad, I've seen you in your underwear.  You're
not gonna get in with that big belt thing jabbing me in the stomach."

   "Fine, fine." I unclipped the khaki shorts, dropped them, and started to
slide into the bag in just my undershorts and tee.

   "Aah!  Cold feet!  Cold feet!" Kelsey shrieked.  I made a point of
sliding my feet all the way down her long narrow legs, letting the cold
penetrate her black leggings as she shrieked and tried to twist away.

   It was definitely tight.  We thumped a bit this way and that.  Kelsey
finally ended up lying half across me with her leg inbetween mine, like her
mother always used to when we shared a sleeping bag.  Starting to warm, I
thought back to those times.  It was just a single-man sleeping bag like
this one.  I forget who I got it from.  We couldn't afford anything new or
larger.  But we made do.  God did we make do...  The way she'd let her
voice loose, miles and miles from anyone who could hear, as I plowed into
her hot little college body...

   And that was the wrong thought to have at that moment.  Kelsey felt very
warm against me.

   Suddenly, the silence was broken by a gurgle.  I felt Kelsey laughing.
"I guess I'm hungry!" she said.

   "We should still have a box of Powerbars," I said.  "The bag is up by
the seat."

   "Where?" She shifted up on top of me, a boney knee going into my thigh
and a sharp pubic bone jabbing me in the stomach.  She switched on the
torch, blinding me, and began rooting around in the bag.  Her breasts were
right above my face: Not substantial, but not ignorable either.  They were
definitely swinging.  "Ah ha!  Having one, Dad?"

   "What?  Yes, sure, honey."

   She straddled my midsection and we each wolfed down a Powerbar and had
some water.  I was trying to ignore Kelsey's legs around me.

   Kelsey settled down into the sleeping bag again, her crotch on my
stomach.  I was glad she wasn't half a foot lower, as I'd begun to stir.

   "Dad, the sleeping bag smells like you."

   "Oh?  Sorry, I guess."

   "No, it's okay.  It just smells like...  man, I guess.  Like you smell.
It's funny how quick you get used to it when you're camping.  Wait, do I
smell?"

   "You smell like a girl."

   "What's that supposed to mean?" she said, suddenly anxious.

   "Flowery, and sweet.  Kind of salty from sweat." I liked the smell of
her skin as she nestled against my scraggly chin.  I kissed her forehead.
"Just a healthy girl."

   "Yeah.  I just want to make sure I don't smell." Always so
self-conscious now...

   It occured to me: We hadn't fought the entire time we'd been up there.
Not even bickering.  I was in insurance: I worried for a living.  Out there
everything was so simple.  Rove, eat, rove, eat, sleep.  We barely talked,
and barely needed to.  Kelsey seemed so relaxed.  Alive.  Happy to follow
wherever I went.  All this eye-rolling, anxious, self-conscious teenager
stuff came back with the jeep, and civilization.  It was supposed to be
this easy all the time.  I didn't want it to end.

   I wrapped my arms around my daughter and held her close.

   She squeezed her legs around me.  Something changed, just for a moment,
and then it flickered back.  Just a father and daughter again.

   She slid down me a bit to rest her head on my chest.  I'd
forgotten"What's that?  Ohmigod, Dad, have you got a STIFFY!?" she giggled.

   "I- It's warm, honey."

   "Why is THAT happening!?"

   "Well maybe if you weren't SPLAYING across me like this..."

   "'Splaying?' What, you mean, Dad, like this?" she said and began
"twerking" - humping quickly - against me, laughing.

   The mood changed again.

   My hand slid up the back of her neck.  She froze, beginning to breathe
harder.  Her hips trembled, pubis just touching my erection.  My other hand
cupped her round little bum and I pressed her hips to me.  The heat
exploded in her body, shooting up from her crotch into her belly.  The
smell of her skin rose.  Her neck flushing hot under my hand.  She lifted
and fell on my chest as my own breathing deepened.

   Maybe a juvenile girl's mind goes blank when she doesn't know what to do
or can't understand what's happening.  Maybe she just submits and watches
her instincts respond.  What was my excuse?  She moved with me, her whole
body tensed, expectant.  I slid her against me, holding her gently but
firmly.  She gave off little whimpers every few breaths, gripping onto my
shirt.

   We kept moving like that.  Her cheek slid against mine.  Kelsey's breath
rasped hot across my ear.

   "Do you want me to stop?" I heard myself whisper in her ear.  Part of me
wanted her to say yes, and for the selflessness kick in.  But she didn't
say anything.  She moved slightly, and I think - or I want to think - she
was shaking her head.

   Kelsey felt so good against me.  So warm and precious.  My fingers slid
up over her tights to the soft skin at the small of her back.  She arched
her stomach against mine.  I slid my hand slowly under her waistband,
cupping her bottom itself.  Her hips shuddered.  I felt her weight shift.
Her hands moved down into the bag.  She began peeling the leggings down. 
Squeezed into the bag with me, Kelsey was only able to slide them so far. A
knee came up against my side, and went back down again with an elastic
snap. Hanging between her knees, the crotch of her leggings pressed against
my thigh.  Her naked crotch felt even warmer through my underwear.

   One of her hands came in between us.  She touched my erection gently
through the boxer shorts.  "Wow, that's big," she breathed.

   How would you know?  I thought, and in that moment I felt a surge of
adrenaline and an absolute desire to possess my daughter.  I pulled my
boxer shorts down.  The bare skin of her midsection pressed against mine,
no hair on her crotch.  (Do they all shave now?) I don't know what she was
thinking or if she was thinking, but she continued to respond to me.  I
slid my hand down the small of her back.  Her hips arched as it closed over
the other smooth little globe of her ass.  Her breath came quickly, still
hot against my ear.  The tip of my dick touched heat, and with a slight
shift I begin to squeeze between the wettest, smoothest, tightest pussy
lips I could possibly imagine.

   A breath shot into her lungs and held.  I inched her down on me.  Hardly
more than the head of my dick was in her, but she was so tight it felt like
I was completely filling her.  "Daddy!" she whimpered, her whole body tense
against mine.

   I found her mouth and kissed her soft lips.  She tried to kiss back,
breathing hard, overwhelmed.  Suddenly, she broke the kiss.  "D-!" Her
forehead slammed into my chin and a shout followed by a long moan peeled
from her throat.  Her pussy clenched on me.  She bucked and twisted in the
confines of the sleeping bag, in the process sliding another inch of my
cock inside her.  I cradled her back and squeezed her bottom.

   She held her breath, shaking.  The tension flooded out of her in an
instant, and she collaped on me.

   She panted for a minute.

   When her voice came back, she sounded shaky, even a little crazy. 
"Daddy...  I came."

   I don't know what I did at that point.  I started really moving under
her, wrapping my fingers into her fine sprawling hair, crushing her hips to
mine.  She moaned in my ear, even louder than before.  The warmth of her
canal squeezed my dick.  I lost it.  I know I shouted.  She grunted as I
pumped up into her again and again and held there.  I must have just about
broken her bones crushing her to me.  The dam broke.  I came, spurting
again and again into my daughter, filling Kelsey's soaking wet pussy.

   Light danced around the edges of my vision.  The world turned fuzzy.

   I vaguely felt her kick off the leggings and push my boxers over my
ankles to the bottom of the sleeping bag.  She pulled her yoga shirt off
and flopped down on me.  The night crept in.

   I awoke sometime later, in the dark, feeling Kelsey's body breathing
softly on top of me and wetness under me in the sleeping bag.  My hands
roamed across her naked back, moving over her cheeks.  She stirred.  I
kneaded her firm bottom.  Part of me registered that it was my daughter, in
a factoid kind of way.  I pulled my shirt off, feeling her hands fumble to
help as she awoke.  Her naked skin come to rest against mine, small breasts
crushed against the hair of my chest.  I found her mouth and kissed her,
feeling her warm body respond.  Her hips ground on me as we kissed.  My
dick was growing hard.

   "Don't ever tell your mom," I whispered.

   She giggled.  "Triple promise."

   Our sexes found one another.  Everything is more natural when you're
half asleep.  I slipped into her, finding her deliciously wet and yielding
again.

   "Ow.  No, don't stop!"

   "You sore?"

   "Yeah, but it's okay."

   I slid up into the floor of her pussy.  She moaned.  I reached up under
her ribs and found her breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples
between my fingers.

   "Daddy," she panted, "that feels so good!" I twisted her nipple.  "Uhh
god.  Just don't stop," she whined.

   Hesitant and gentle fell away.  This was my girl, and we were going to
fuck.  I pumped up into her, making her pant and moan.  Reaching up to cup
her face, I found it slick with sweat.  I felt the beautiful features in my
palm, invisible in the dark.  My thumb roved into her mouth, and she
touched it with her tongue.  I pushed it in more, double penetrating her.
She began sucking on my big thumb in her small mouth.  Finally she broke
off sucking.  I felt her teeth as she panted.

   "Daddy!  DADDY!" she screamed.  We were alone.  She could make all the
noise she wanted.  Her legs clamped on me, riding up and down as I kept
thrusting hard.  Her fingernails dug into my shoulders.  She was motionless
long enough for me to wonder what was going on, and then a violent shiver
rolled through her whole body.  She moaned again, full volume.  With a last
lunge at the top of the sleeping bag, she fell utterly limp atop me.

   But I wasn't done yet.

   I turned her over in the bag and began pumping slowly and steadily down
into her body.  Nearly my entire dick was going into her with each thrust.
Nothing else mattered: Not tomorrow, not being her father, not pregnancy,
not the snow.  There was only her - Kelsey - in that moment.  It was the
most pure moment of my life.

   I'm not even sure if Kelsey was entirely awake when I turned her over.
She may have greyed out after that epic cum on top of me.  I felt her stir
as I kissed her face.  Her arms came up around my head and she kissed me
over and over, our mouths dancing wetly together.  I squeezed her breast,
wishing I could get my mouth on it.  I slid my hand across her sweaty chest
and gripped the other one.  Her head twisted away and her back arched.  She
trembled, moaning a long moan.  Her arms wrapped tighter around me, her
head shot forward and she kissed me hard for a moment, then fell back.

   She went deliberately limp above the waist, hips alone moving, letting
me ride her.  Her arms lay yieldingly beside her.  I could just make out
the outline of her, the maelstom of long, shiny hair under her and the
sparkle of her eyes in the thirdhand glow of the dashboard clock.  Her legs
crossed neatly against my bottom, forcing us even more tightly together in
the sleeping bag.

   I gazed into what I could see of her face, overlaying those beautiful
hazel eyes I'd long ago memorized, always afraid - always knowing - that
one day they'd leave me.  But right then, I knew it would be okay.

   I smoothed her ear under my thumb.  "Sweetheart, I'll always love you,"
I whispered.

   She turned and took my thumb in her mouth, suckling gently.  Suddenly,
she giggled.

   "What?"

   "I was just...  I was on Facebook last weekend, and I was looking at
Aunt Caitlin's photos.  From her wedding?  The father/daughter dance.  And
it said, 'Your first love is your father.' And...  I'm glad you were my
first, Dad."

   I didn't know what to say.

   "Also...  I'm gonna cum again REALLY soon."

   I leaned down and whispered, "Me too," thrusting hard into her again,
forcing a sharp whimper.  I latched my lips on, kissing her and kissing her
and kissing her, until she literally pushed my head away, threw her head
back and shouted - several times - at the top of her lungs.  I pounded into
her, feeling her hips arch into mine, her feet clasp me, and the tightness
of the sleeping bag weld us together.

   The sleeping bag must have been lifting off the floor of the jeep. 
Kelsey's cries and mine mingled.  I felt her butt leave the floor and slam
back down under my hips.  My cock was deeper inside her than it felt like
her little body could take, bumping against something deep inside her, and
neither of us cared.  I groaned.  She cried out.  And then with a final
slam downward and a hold, I came.  I came into Kelsey's sucking pussy.  I
came gallons, all of it hers: My daughter, and lover, and partner in crime,
and everything, all in that moment.  I came until I literally didn't know
which way was up and smacked my head into the floor of the jeep like a
drunken man.

   Kelsey held me to her, cradling my head, mewling softly as my orgasm
rode me straight to ground.

   The next thing I knew, there was a rumble outside, as a plow barreled
past the car, throwing slush over the snow-covered roof in a struggling
early morning light.

   There's not much else to tell.  We were long-since clothed and clearing
the snow away from the jeep when a Mountie pulled over to check on us.  I'd
like to tell you how it all turned out, but it's only been a few months. 
We talked about everything on the way back, six hours with only a pause for
food and bathrooms: Sex and love and death and having children and
everything - things I understand, things I still didn't understand, things
I'd only shared with her mother.  Katrina - her mom - said we seemed to
have a secret language for the next few weeks after we got back.  I had to
take her sister out for a special day because she was getting so jealous.

   We haven't, since.  I don't think we will.  (If only because Kelsey's so
LOUD...  Kidding.) We've had some intense conversations, and I always get
worried now that something will come out when we fight.

   Her mother has a partial version of what happened, leaked apparently by
accident.  She knows only that we had to share a sleeping bag, and that
Kelsey woke up in the night with me sporting an erection.  Apparently it
sparked a mom/daughter version of that drive time conversation we had,
which Kelsey says was good.  (If anything, she said she feels she knows "a
bit TOO much" now.)

   I can't say I recommend what happened - and I'm never quite sure how
much her sister suspects - but life goes on.  Kelsey still rolls her eyes
at me, wants nothing to do with me when her friends are around, and is a
teenager in every other self-conscious, mercurial, childishly romantic way,
but I'm more aware than my dad friends that she'll always be my girl, and
that makes things a bit easier.  At the end of the day, the first man she
slept with was her first love.

   *****

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Please note that this story represents a thought - an adult fantasy - and
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