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 Title: To Save Her Daddy's Life Ch.  01


Summary: Trapped on a mountain, they lost all inhibitions.


Keywords: inc,fic,voyeur,father,daughter,hot,mf



   "You can see the problem, this storm out over the ocean," the air
traffic controller pointed to the weather map.  Jim nodded, he could see
the tight lines of the isobars indicating a deep depression and the arrows
indicating high winds.

   "The weather office reckons it will be here in about three hours.  Down
here at the airport it will be 10 below freezing with wind gusts up to 50
mph.  Up in the mountains 30 degrees colder and gusts over 80.

   "It'll be here for three days, maybe three feet of snow."

   Jim cursed.  This was supposed to be his farewell treat for his daughter
Vicki.  She had just left school and had won a scholarship to an overseas
univeristy.  He had wanted to take her on a mountain safari in his plane.

   A few years earlier he had quit his city job to return to the mountains
he loved.  He had sold his house and with the proceeds had purchased an
elderly single engined Cessna.  He specialized in flying tourists on
hunting and fishing trips, off trail skiing in winter and general sight
seeing.

   Early on he realized that he was working for his insurance company, his
bank, aircraft maintenance companies and the government.  His net income
just about covered his living costs in a good year.  This didn't concern
him, he was in the mountains he loved, the safaris kept him fit and lean.
He met a lot of people, only a few were difficult, most shared his thrill
of being in the mountains.

   "Don't worry Daddy," Vicki gave him a hug.  "There are lot's of other
things we can do together."

   He looked at her.  18 years old, an elegant confident young woman, but
he could still see traces of the child he had loved all these years.

   He had fallen in love with her the first time he held her as a new-born
baby and their bond had grown ever since.

   He had divorced her mother after 10 years of increasing acrimony, but
Vicki bore a strong resemblance to the stunning beauty he had married 20
years ago.  She had her mother's long elegant legs and slim figure, but
Vicki's dark, wavy hair flowing six inches below her shoulders showed some
of her father's influence.

   At the small mountain airport there was no sign of the approaching
storm. It was a brilliant, warm, early autumn day, not a cloud in the sky
and almost no breeze.  Vicki was wearing a light blouse and skirt while Jim
was in a shirt and shorts.

   Joe, the air traffic controller saw the disappointment in her face.

   "Look Jim, you could do a quick trip to the glacier, 40 minutes each
way, 20 minutes for a walk around, and you would still have over an hour's
safety margin."

   Jim didn't like risk, but he saw the gleam of excitement in Vicki's
face.

   "What the heck," he thought.  "I won't be seeing her for at least a
year."

   They took off.  The elderly Cessna has skis fitted for landing on the
glacier and had been checked overnight by the air mechanic.  Jim had been
worried by occasional misfires in the engine.

   "Injectors mate," said the mechanic whom Jim had not met before.  "I
fixed them so you'll be fine."

   They climbed quickly and a brilliant panorama opened out.  Below were
bright blue mountain lakes, ahead the high peaks of the main divide.  The
sky was still clear and the sun glinted off the snow on the higher peaks.

   They flew up the glacial valley.  The mighty river of ice had hewn its
valley over countless millennia.  The steep rocky walls of the moraine
towered on either side.  At its widest the walls were almost a mile apart.
As the glacier inched down its 12 mile length the surface varied.  In some
places it was steep with jumbled ice and deep blue crevasses, but in other
places it was smooth and almost flat.  A light covering of powder snow from
the first falls of the season gleamed in the sun.

   Jim landed on the highest flat area as he had done a hundred times
before.

   They got out, felt the warmth from the sun and felt exhilarated by the
pristine landscape which they had to themselves.

   "Watch out Daddy," Vicki shrieked as his back was turned.  Too late, the
snowball hit him on the back, the cold snow penetrating his thin shirt.

   "This is so lovely," Vicki walked over to her father and put her arms
around his neck.  "I'm going to miss our times in the mountains together.

   "And I'm going to miss you so much, Daddy." She hugged him tightly.

   Jim put his arms around her shoulders, felt the tears welling in his
eyes and couldn't say anything for a minute as they held each other.

   "Come on madam, time to get you out of here." He smacked her on the
bottom.  "That'll teach you to throw snowballs."

   They took off and headed to the main ridge 2000 feet above.  Once there
they could see the enormous black storm clouds advancing across the ocean.
Jim banked the plane into a turn and headed for the airport.

   "Shit," he thought as he noticed that same misfire.  Vicki, without his
ear for the engine didn't notice.  But she did notice a minute later when
the engine cut out completely before spluttering back to life in a few
seconds.

   "Daddy, what is it?" Her eyes were wide with fear.

   "Injectors.  That fucking mechanic," cursed Jim.

   A minute later there was another cut-out and his mind was made up.  They
couldn't risk the 40 minute flight to the airport and would have to land on
the glacier.

   "Joe," he called on the radio to air traffic control.  "I've got an
injector problem.  I'm putting us down on the glacier.  Can you get David
to come and pick us up?"

   David was the only other pilot at the small airport qualified to land on
the glacier.

   Joe shut his eyes in anguish.  "Jim, David's gone fishing.  We couldn't
get him here inside two hours, by which time this airport will be snowed
in."

   Jim patted Vicki on the knee.  "Looks like a boring three days with your
old man."

   "OK Joe, we'll be fine.  I have a tent and sleeping-bags and enough food
and fuel for a week."

   Vicki was very anxious but she felt a little better knowing that they
had put the provisions for their trip in the plane the evening before.

   "OK sweetheart, we'll have about an hour and a half before the storm. 
We'll be busy."

   "I love you Daddy, I know I'll be safe with you" giving him a hug and a
tender kiss on the cheek.

   There were two more misfires before they landed on almost the same spot
as they had been half an hour before.  The valley walls were too steep and
rocky for a tent, they would have to take their chances out on the glacier.

   They set to work with an urgency.  Although there were no clouds the
wind was starting to pick up and the temperature was dropping.  Jim took a
spade and started to clear the loose powder snow from an area about 50
yards from where he had tethered the Cessna.

   Vicki unloaded their supplies from the plane.  They each had a parka,
not snow parkas, but at least they provided some protection from the wind.
But their legs were bare.

   After 15 minutes Jim had cleared the powder snow from an area large
enough for Vicki to erect their tent.  It was a dual cover dome and she
easily set it up as she had done many times before.  The tent was designed
for Antarctic blizzards and both knew it was up to the task.

   As Vicki put their supplies into the tent Jim piled and packed snow on
the upwind side.  This was to build a snow rampart as shelter from the icy
blasts that were coming.

   As soon as she had everyting set up inside, Vicki took the other spade
to work with her father.  The first of the storm clouds appeared, dark and
looming over the ridge.  The wind was stronger lifting some powder snow
from the ground.

   Frantically they both dug and packed down the snow for their rampart.

   It suddenly became darker and colder as the clouds covered the sun.

   "Ten more minutes," thought Jim.  He could see Vicki shivering so he
sent her inside to make some soup.

   It started to snow, the flakes coming almost horizontally in the
strengthening wind and now Jim was starting to shiver.  The rampart was
better than he had anticipated; almost three feet high and more than twice
as wide at its base.

   The height at the center of the dome tent was about five feet and he had
to stoop as he stood.  Vicki had laid out the two sleeping-bags side by
side on foam plastic insulation mattresses.  She was half in her
sleeping-bag as she tended the soup on a gas burner she had placed above
the head of their mattresses.

   "You look so cold."

   Jim took off his parka and lay on her sleeping bag as she put her arms
around him in a bear hug.  Then she showered the top of his head with soft
kisses.

   "I'm so glad I have my brave Daddy to look after me."

   Then she bathed his feet with hot water to restore the circulation.

   "That's better," she giggled as she kissed each foot.  "Your feet are so
ugly."

   He wriggled into his sleeping-bag.

   With the soup and sleeping-bags they both started to warm up.

   "This is so snug.  Did I do a good job setting up the tent Daddy?"

   "You did wonderfully Princess." He stroked the side of her face.  She
held his hand there, then kissed it.

   "This is so exciting.

   But Jim was gravely concerned.  First he cursed himself for putting his
daughter at risk.  Then he was worried about the cold.  The storm had not
yet reached full force and the temperature was going to drop a lot more,
especially at night.

   The tent was fine, it was hardly moving in the wind.  If they had true
alpine sleeping bags and thermal clothes they would have been fine.  But
they only had their thin summer clothes and the sleeping-bags were designed
for lower altitudes where he always camped.

   "If it's going to be three days, I don't want this digging into me.  No
peeking." She fiddled under her blouse and removed her bra.

   Vicki never traveled anywhere without a book.

   "Could you read this to me, the way you used to read when I was little."

   So he started to read.  At first his daughter cuddled up to him, her arm
across his chest.  But after ten minutes she felt the cold on her arm and
snuggled back into her sleeping-bag.

   Jim continued to read, but after an hour started to feel the chill.

   "I'm starting to feel cold Daddy.  Will it get much colder?"

   "I'm afraid so sweetheart.  It's time for plan B."

   "What's plan B?"

   "You'll have to share a sleeping-bag with your grumpy old father." He
looked to see her reaction, hoping she wouldn't be too shocked.

   But her face lit up.  "Oh, that will be just like it was when I used to
snuggle in bed with you and Mummy."

   But that was ten years ago.  Now she was an elegantly beautiful young
woman.  They had always been "touchy" in a fond, affectionate, non-sexual
way.  They would hug tightly when they met, kiss each other's hair and
cheeks and sometimes an affectionate pat.  But these were always fleeting
moments, now Jim was facing three days of constant contact.  However, it
was one sleeping-bag or freeze.

   Quickly he rearranged things.  He took her foam plastic mattress to add
to the insulation on the floor.  Fortunately his sleeping-bag was a one and
a half size.  Some of his tourists needed that and more.

   Vicki was shivering by the time she wriggled in beside her father. 
There wasn't much room and he was aware of the shape of her body against
him.  She snuggled right down into the sleeping-bag, her head on his chest,
her arms around him, his around her.  He was very aware of her breath on
his chest, of her firm bra-less breasts against his stomach, of her bare
legs against his.

   "My legs are so cold Daddy." So he parted his legs and she slid one of
hers beween his.

   He now realized that in her wriggling her skirt had been pushed up to
her waist.

   He felt a warmth in his loins and a stirring of his penis as he stroked
her hair.

   "No, this is my daughter, for heaven's sake." He forced himself to think
of his last unpleasant meeting with his unpleasant bank manager.  It didn't
solve his problem, but it stopped it from getting worse for a while.

   Gradually Vicki stopped shivering and wriggled back up the sleeping-bag.
He lay on his back, her head on his shoulder.  Her leg was no longer
between his legs, but lying across.

   They were both enjoying the book as he he read to her for a couple of
hours.  Then they chatted while Jim made some tea.

   "Do you remember my fourteenth birthday party?"

   How could he forget a group of 20 fourteen year old girls who had just
started to flower as young women and were boy crazy.

   "You could have bonked Sandy, you know."

   "I know."

   He remembered Sandy well, very beautiful in a spoiled sort of way, very
precocious and very up herself.  She had come to him at the party and
rubbed her young body against him.  Jim had been forced to push her off.

   "Why didn't you?"

   "Number one, fourteen year olds aren't my scene, and definitely not
Sandy.  The way she talks it would have been all around your school the
next week.  And her father is a top lawyer with no sense of humor.  There's
a crime called Statutory Rape."

   "We had a vote as to who was the sexiest father.  Guess who won."

   "I hate to think."

   "You did, my handsome Daddy," Vicky whispered in his ear.

   "Big deal," said Jim, but he was tingling from the touch of her lips.

   "Guess who I voted for."

   "Vicki, I really don't need to know."

   "You, my lovely sexy Daddy," she whispered in his ear again this time
with a touch of her tongue.  Her breath and touches sent the tingle right
down his spine.

   "Victoria, I think we had better have a talk."

   "Shhh,Daddy," she put a finger to his lips.

   "You are so warm and cuddly." She pecked his face four or five times
with her lips then cuddled into him, her head on his shoulder, breasts
against his chest, bare leg over his.

   The only distraction he could think of was to continue to read.

   The storm had built up to its full force.  The wind howled down the
glacial vally.  Their tent was firm, buffeted a little at the top, but rock
solid at ground level.

   Someting else was rock solid and Jim was in a quandary.  The warmth and
softness of Vicki's body, her beauty, her affection and kisses had their
inevitable effect.  Fortunately he was on his back and her leg was below
his waist.  Perhaps she was unaware of his erection.

   "It will be dark soon, I had better check the tent." He wriggled out of
the sleeping-bag and started to put on both parkas.

   Vicki watched, staring at his shorts.

   "So that's where the spare tent pole went," she giggled, but then
concern showed on her face as she listened to the howling gale.

   She cut strips of blanket for him to wrap around his hands and face, but
she was very scared and tears came to her eyes.

   "Please Daddy, be very careful.  I don't want to lose you."

   She sat up and put her arms up to be hugged.  Jim bent down to kiss her
cheek, but somehow Vicki's face moved and their lips caressed.  They looked
into each other's eyes.

   "Daddy, I love you so much."

   Another kiss, this time with a brief touch of her tongue.

   He stated to say something.

   "Shhh, Daddy." Vicki put a finger on his lips.

   The cold hit him like a blast freezer.  The heavy snow flakes were
blowing across horizontally and Jim reckoned that with the wind chill
factor it was at least minus 50.  His legs were bare and none of his
clothing provided real protection.

   "One minute or it will be hypothermia." He started counting.

   He crawled on his hands and knees.  It was impossible to stand in the
wind and at this level the rampart gave some protection.

   He quickly did his circuit.  Vicki had done a great job, the tent pegs
were fine.  There was a little build up of snow but the rampart was working
better than he had dared hope.  He quickly cleared the small build up with
his spade, but his count was almost 100 by the time he returned to the
tent. He was shivering without control and his teeth were chattering.

   Tears came to Vicki's eyes when she saw him.  She leaped up to take off
his parkas and trainers as his hands were shaking too much.

   This time it was his turn to snuggle into the sleeping-bag, his head
between her breasts, his leg between hers.  She hugged her father tightly
to her, kissing the top of his head.  She was crying.

   "I thought you had died out there.  You are so cold, you're freezing."
She held him even tighter to her breast.

   In his painful freezing state Jim was aware of little except the
life-restoring warmth of Vicki's soft flesh.

   Slowly he started to recover, to get control over his shivering.  Vicki
put his hands between her thighs to warm them, then returned her arms ro
hold his face against her.

   Almost fully recovered he reluctantly left the warmth of Vicki's embrace
and moved up the sleeping-bag beside her.

   He looked down at his daughter.  Some of the buttons of her blouse had
come undone in their manoeuvres and her left breast was fully exposed.  She
noticed him looking down adoringly at her body, at her perfect, nubile
breast with its brown aureole and hardened nipple.

   "All your own work.  Or at least half your own work." She looked at him
steadily and made no effort to cover herself.

   Jim felt that events were getting out of control.  He lay on his back
and Vicki snuggled in.  This time he was conscious that it was a bare
breast against his chest, that her bare leg on his was even higher, almost
to his crotch and he could feel her pubic bone against his thigh.

   Physically he was in heaven, mentally he was in hell.

   "Vicki, Princess, we must talk."

   "Shhh Daddy."

   He gave up.

   "Dinner time," he said, buttoning up her blouse and pushing her skirt
below her waist.

   Vicki heated the stews while Jim worked on the sleeping bag that Vicki
had initially been in.  He unzipped it, then cut down the seam so that it
could be laid out flat.  Now they had an extra blanket for the night.

   After dinner they lay facing each other on their sides.  The size of the
sleeping bag meant their faces were only a foot apart.  They had their arms
loosely around each other.

   Vicki nudged her knee between his and without thinking he lifted his
thigh to let hers go between his.

   "Vicki, your skirt spends more time above your waist than below it."

   "It's very hard in a sleeping-bag.  In fact this skirt is an
uncomfortable nuisance." She made no effort to straighten it.

   For two hours they talked.  About the holidays and other times they had
had together, about her school and friends, about his childhood and early
life, about her plans for university.

   As they talked Jim looked at his daughter's face, thinking what a lovely
person she was, how beautiful she was, how much he loved her.  He fought
the urge to wrap her in his arms and kiss her full red lips.

   "Could you tell me some of those stories you used to tell me when I was
little."

   So he retold his make-believe stories from her childhood, about fearsome
creatures.  The nogard (dragon spelled backwards), regit (tiger), noil and
drib.  (Readers can work those out).  As a child these stories used to
thrill and scare her.  Now she just listened in loving remembrance, hugging
him tightly.

   When he finished she whispered in his ear, "You have always been such a
lovely, exciting father."

   Jim was overcome with emotion.  He leaned forward and kissed his
daughter on the lips.  Delicately she responded as his lips explored hers.
She opened her mouth and their tongues entwined.

   Jim pulled back, his face a mixture of adoration and anguish.

   "Shhh, Daddy," Vicki sighed.  "I'm tired and want to go to sleep."

   She rolled over so her back was against his in the spoon position.

   "Vicki, your skirt is around your waist again."

   "It's a bloody nuisance." She wriggled, took it off and threw it away.
She was now only wearing a thin blouse and the scantiest of knickers.

   "And you mister," she said tugging at his shorts.  "You take these off
after you go outside the next time.  They were freezing against my legs.In
fact you should take them off now."

   He didn't.

   Vicki went to sleep quickly, but Jim's mind was in turmoil as he felt
her warmth and softness against him.

   He had always adored Vicki, but that was as father and daughter.  As her
beauty flowered he had felt pride rather than sexual attraction.  But he
knew his paternal love was being joined by physical desire.

   Was it inevitable that he would give in?  There were almost three more
days of this.  Perhaps it was the physical danger, their isolation and
dependence on each other, perhaps the constant physical contact with her
nubile body, perhaps a mixture of paternal adoration and mounting physical
lust.

   But his rational mind rebelled, preventing him from taking that final
carnal step.  Somehow, he went to sleep as the wind howled.

   He woke with a start.  Something was different.  The wind had stopped
howling so much, it was a lull in the storm.  He noticed that other things
were different as well.

   He had gone to sleep with his arm around the front of his daughter's
shoulders.  Now her blouse was almost completely undone, his right hand was
on her naked breast and Vicki, fast asleep, was holding it there with both
her hands.  He had no idea how this had happened.

   He also had a rock-like erection which was pressed hard in the cleft
between her buttocks.

   He could do nothing about his erection, but with difficulty removed his
hand from Vicki's breast.  This woke her.

   "What is it?" then she noticed the lower wind noise.  "Is the storm
finishing?"

   "No it's just a lull." He had seen the weather map.  "But I need to
check that the snow isn't building up, now that the wind doesn't blow so
hard."

   "Please be careful Daddy.  I'm so scared when you are out there."

   He wriggled out of the sleeping-bag and again put on his pathetically
inadequate clothing.

   Vicki sat up, her breasts fully on display, her arms outstretched, fear
etched in her face.

   He bent over to kiss her.  This time both their mouths were open and
their tongues touched.  Jim stood up and Vicki stared at his shorts.

   "Please don't lose our tent pole."

   Again the blast freezer hit him.  The wind was lower, but in the night
the coldness was even more biting.  More snow had built up around the base
of the tent and it took him longer to clear it.

   By the time he returned his count was well over one hundred and again
his shivering and teeth chattering were uncontrollable.

   Vicki was waiting with towels.  She quickly took off his parkas, his
trainers, his shorts this time, quickly rubbed his kegs dry and led him
into the sleeping-bag.

   He snuggled down, she drew the top over his head and pushed his face
into her naked breasts.  She parted her legs for him to thrust one of his
between, she put his cold hands between the top of her thighs.

   "Daddy, never stay out so long again.  I really thought you were dead,"
she sobbed.

   She put her hands into his boxers and was horrified at how cold his
penis was.  She clasped both her hands around it.

   Jim was not even aware of her intimate fondle.  His body screamed with
the pain of the cold, he was only aware of the warmth of her body.

   But gradually he recovered.  He bacame conscious of her breasts around
his face, of his hands between her thighs, of her hands soothing his
genitals.

   His attention to her breasts changed.  He kissed her nipples, then
sucked them.

   Vicki held his head to her breasts and continued to fondle his growing
erection with her other hand.

   Jim moved up and started to kiss his daughter's wonderful mouth while
continuing to pleasure her beautiful breasts.

   Their lips tantalised each others, their tongues fought an erotic duel
until Vicki sucked her father's so hard it almost touched the back of her
mouth.

   Vicki pushed Jim onto his back and lay on top of him, her legs astride
his.  Her exquiste face looked down, her hair hang down on either side of
his face, enclosing them in a tiny erotic world.

   "Darling, darling Daddy," she sighed.

   They kissed and her saliva ran into his mouth.  He thought it tasted
like nectar from the Gods.  Then Vicki moved forward and lowered her right
breast into his mouth.  He licked and sucked her hardened nipple and Vicki
moaned as she ground her hips into her father.

   Then her left breast.

   After another minute of erotic biss Vicki moved down, Jim could feel her
clitoral hood just touching the knob of his erection.  Her hips ground into
him as he put his hands inside her knickers and squeezed her buttocks.

   Her buttocks and thighs were so beautiful, they reminded him of how her
mother's used to be.

   But that reminder of his former wife, Vicki's mother, brought him back
to reality.

   He stopped.

   "I'm sorry my beautiful Victoria, I have to think."

   She moved onto her side, her back to him.  She grasped his hand and put
it over her damp knickers.  He could feel the moisture and she ground her
buttocks into his erection.

   "Daddy, why do I love you so much when you are such a bastard?"

   He retrieved his boxers from the bottom of the sleeping-bag and somehow
they calmed down and went to sleep.

   Jim woke first next morning.  He looked down at his daughter.  She
hadn't done up her blouse and her upper body was beautifully on display. 
he felt a conflict of guilts.  Guilt that he had been so intimate with his
daughter.  Guilt that he had taken her to the brink and then unfairly
stopped.  Guilt as he looked down in wonder at her beauty.

   Vicki woke and looked up at his troubled face.  She kissed his nose.

   "It's alright Daddy, I understand."

   They lay cuddling, not really knowing what to say.  Vicki handed him the
book and he read for half an hour.

   "I'll make some tea," said Vicki.

   The gas burner was above their heads and all she had to do was to move
half way out of the sleeping-bag.

   Jim was treated to a slow motion view of teenage beauty in its utmost
perfection.

   First her firm breasts passed within a few inches of his eyes.  As she
wriggled her brown aureoles bounced tantalizingly close.  It took all his
will-power to stop leaning forward to nibble them.

   Then her flat, smooth, slightly muscled belly.  He could see how slim
her waist was as her hips broadened out below.  Vicki stopped her movements
briefly as her navel was right in front of his eyes.  God, how he would
like to plunge his tongue in there.

   Her final position brought her knickers within six inches of his face.
They were tight, tiny and semi-transparent.  Jim could see the shape of her
pubic mound and clitoral hood.  Her pussy lips were plump and obvious and
he saw how her knickers followed the line in between.

   His only defence was to close his eyes.  But he couldn't close off her
sexual, exotic, musky, feminine odors; he couldn't close off the warmth
that radiated from her loins.

   "Tea's ready.  You haven't gone to sleep again?" she asked seeing his
closed eyes.

   But Jim was wide awake, his mind in torment, his erection painfully
hard.

   Vicki wriggled back down.  She must have noticed his erection but didn't
mention it as the wind howled and they chatted.

   "Could I have another cup of tea please Daddy?"

   Jim knew what was going to happen.  In a strange way he felt like a
condemned man being led to the scaffold: absolutely no control over his
destiny.  He crawled up the sleeping-bag knowing his boxers were level with
Vicki's face.  He felt her hands go inside the gap at the front and fondle
his erection.  He stroked her hair and gently pushed her face forward.

   Without haste she extracted his engorged penis and softly put it in her
mouth.

   He looked down at the beautiful, intensely loving face of his daughter,
felt overwhelmed with his love for her and his passion and eased off his
boxers.

   He turned off the gas burner, came down the sleeping-bag and they kissed
without inhibitions.

   His hand went to her legs which Vicki parted.  His fingers traced over
her satiny firm inner thighs.  she moaned as he moved to her pubic mound,
still protected by her knickers.  He caressed the soft flesh between the
top of her thighs and her pussy lips.  Vicki's hips writhed.

   She lifted her bottom and he eased her knickers down her legs.  Now he
caressed her outer labia and her clitoral hood.  With his tongue in her
mouth as far as Vicki could suck it, his fingers opened her inner labia and
felt their glistening, warm slipperiness, then felt the wet smoothness of
her engorged clitoris.

   Vicki moaned again.

   "It's time for you to fuck me with your lovely cock, darling Daddy."

   "Are you sure, sweetheart?"

   "Shhh, Daddy."

   With the same care and gentlness as he first held her as a baby, he
entered her warm, moist, soft vagina.  Slowly he enjoyed the rapturous
pleasure of each millimeter.  Once fully inside he didn't move.  Vicki
squeezed her vaginal muscles and they kissed and hugged.  She wrapped her
legs around his waist.

   That first time everything was in slow motion, as though they wanted to
discover every secret and every reaction of each other's genitals.  He
found her G spot and caressed it to excitement.  Three times he brought her
to the brink and then stopped, wanting to extend the moment of bliss.  The
fourth time she came with a juddering "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh."

   With three more thrusts he came, his seed splashing onto his daughter's
cervix.

   He sighed, "Oh my beautiful child."

   He looked into her face and was about to speak.

   "Shhhhh Daddy."

   She covered his face with soft, tickling kisses.

   They lay in each other's arms, his flaccid penis still inside, stroking
each other, nibbling each other, kissing each other, giggling and
whispering nonsense into each other's ears.

   His erection recovered.

   "It's time for you to be fucked again, beautiful Vicki," Jim's
inhibitions were now completely gone.

   He ground his pubic bone and the base of his cock into Vicki's clitoris,
he pushed hard into her cervix.  He massaged her breast strongly with one
hand, the other squeezed her buttocks.

   "Harder DaddeeeeyyYYOOoooooooooo."

   "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," as the pressure on her clitoris brought her to a
hip bouncing climax.

   She climaxed two more times before he ground his cock into her cervix,
his pubic bone into hers and felt his climax surge from his loins, through
his penis and into Vicki's womb.

   Sweating and panting they curled in each other's embrace.  Vicki put a
finger to her vagina then licked it.

   "You taste yummy."

   Then he explored her with his fingers and over the next half hour
brought her to three orgasms with soothing caresses of her clitoris and G
spot.  She marveled in the tender expertise of his touch.  It was as though
he knew all her most responsive parts, could tell what aroused her and
could bring her to ecstasy when he wanted.

   "Please Daddy, come inside me again."

   But this time he kissed her on the nose.

   "God is a woman and a man has only so many shots in his locker.  And
we've two more days here"

   But his exquisite fingers brought her quickly, God, embarrassingly
quickly, to her most shuddering orgasm yet.

   "Two more days here, I wish we had two more years," thought Vicki as she
lay panting and immobilized apart from the after-spasms in her loins.

   "Why did Mummy let him go?" But she knew that was a no-go area for
discussion.

   Vicki cooked bacon and eggs with toast and coffee for breakfast.  On the
other burner they boiled up two large billy cans of water for washing.

   The temperature in the tent was icy cold but they stood up to give each
other a quick flannel wash.

   Jim looked at his daughter adoringly.  She was so beautiful, long dark
hair flowing, firm brown tipped breasts bouncing as she danced with the
cold; her narrow waist and flat stomach.  Sparse, trimmed pubic hair didn't
hide her plump labia and clitoral hood.  As she stood on her toes to avoid
the cold floor her long elegant legs were even more beautiful.

   Vicki was suddenly self conscious, even though they had made love twice
and she had lost count of the number of orgasms she had had.  She covered
her breasts with one hand, her pussy with the other.

   Jim gently took her hands away, then stroked those parts she had tried
to hide.

   "Dear Vicki, you are so wonderfully beautiful."

   They hugged and now reassured, Vicki took the opportunity to kneel down
and put his penis in her mouth.

   "Daddy," she was upset.  "I'm not doing it properly, you are just
getting smaller and smaller."

   "Princess, not even your lovely mouth can't beat this cold."

   They dried each other and dived into the sleeping bag to warm up. 
Unlike many lovers they continued to kiss, they explored each other's
bodies.  Armpits, behind the knees, the soles of their feet.  Vicki decided
that all of her body was an erogenous zone.

   The morning was spent reading, chatting, giggling, tickling and almost
platonically exploring each other's bodies.  She learned all about his life
from his childhood, he heard the stories of her life which she hadn't told
him before.  Sometimes they dozed off in a tight embrace.  Still the wind
howled and the tent was buffeted but remained secure.

   Daytime was a little less cold than at night and they found they didn't
need the over-blanket from the second sleeping on top.  Two bodies cuddled
into one bag was enough.  This gave Jim an idea.  With spades, ice-axes and
a gas cylinder he built a simple frame at the head of their sleeping bag.
He took one of the foam mattresses and laid it under the frame.

   "What on earth are you doing Daddy?" asked Vicki.

   "Wait and see, I think you'll like it."

   He then draped the sleeping bag turned blanket over the frame and
crawled back in.  They had their own cocoon.

   "Oh it's dark in here, but its nice and snug," giggled Vicki.

   As they were now fully enclosed by sleeping bags, the trapped air soon
warmed up.

   "Move up and lie under that frame darling daughter."

   Now she understood.  She lay on her back, spread her legs and raised her
knees for her father's face.

   Jim explored all her feminine intimacies with his tongue, his lips, his
fingers and gently with his teeth.

   "Vicki you smell and taste and feel so muskily, femininely, exotically,
sexually and erotically delicious."

   He pushed her knees back and licked and kissed her perineum and then all
the way up to her pubic mound and the tops of her thighs.

   Vicki felt his tongue on her clitoris and she climaxed, almost in a
dream where the only thing she was aware of was the pleasure sensation in
her loins.

   For the next half hour she was in a mixture of torment and ecstasy. 
Torment because he would bring her to the brink and then unkindly back her
down.  Ecstasy when he had his lips on her clitoris and his fingers on her
G spot and brought her to a seemingly endless wave of orgasms.

   Then he pushed her knees back again and softly licked from pubic mound
to perineum.  And a little further.

   It was the first time she had felt a tongue on her anus.  Initially it
seemed strange, but then she started to enjoy the probing sensations as he
lingered.

   Jim could feel her start to get cold even with the cocoon.

   "Come back into the sleeping bag dear Vicki."

   "But Daddy, I want my turn on you."

   "So do I, but after you've warmed up."

   She snuggled into him soothing his erection with her fingers.

   "Daddy?"

   "Mmmmmmmmm."

   "Will I ever find a man who is good a lover as you."

   "Absolutely impossible," he joked.

   Vicki giggled, but felt that what her father had said was probably true.

   "Daddy?"

   "Mmmmmmmmm."

   "Your cock is so big I won't be able to put all of it in my mouth."

   "Sweet Vicki, cock sucking is more than cock swallowing.  Sure it will
be lovely to have my cock deep in your mouth but only go as far as you are
comfortable, and remember there are lots of other things.  Sometimes just
licking my tip will be lovely."

   Reassured that she wasn't going to have her throat bashed the way she
had with her two previous lovers, Vicki felt confident.

   "Daddy?"

   "Mmmmmmmmm."

   "I'm warm now."

   Jim moved up into the cocoon and Vicki put her mouth over his erection.
How she loved the feeling of her father's masculinity and strength in her
mouth and the delicacy of his testicles in her hands.  Freed from what she
thought was her obligation to only suck hard and swallow, she tried all
sorts of experiments over his organ with her lips, tongue, teeth and
fingers.  She gently put his testicles in her mouth, she licked and nibbled
his perineum, she probed his slit with her tongue, discovered all the
sensitive parts of his knob and shaft.

   Vicki loved to feel his reactions.  He started to sigh and his hips
started to writhe.  She moved her lips up and down his shaft, faster and
sucking harder, pushing his knob into her throat.

   Then, remembering how he had taken her to the brink and back, slowed
down.

   Another delight of oral sex came to her.  It was such a giving thing. 
She loved to feel the pleasure she was able to give her father.  She took
him to the brink again, and again she slowed down.

   "Please Vicki,"he groaned.

   "Shhhh Daddy."

   Then he came, she sucked his juices, squeezed the tube under his penis
to swallow every last drop, then lay, her head on his on his thigh with his
soft penis still in her mouth.  He stroked her hair and face.

   They would have been happy to stay like that, but this time it was Jim
who started to shiver.  He dismantled the cocoon and moved everything back
to where it was before.

   "Daddy?"

   "Mmmmm."

   "I was right.  Your spunk is so yummy."

   "Mmmmm."

   "Daddy?"

   "Mmmmmmmm."

   "I liked it when you licked my bum."

   "Good, I thought you did."

   "Do you like doing that?"

   "Only with someone I love."

   "Daddy?"

   "Mmmmmmmm."

   "Can we have anal sex?"

   "Are you sure you want to?"

   "With my darling Daddy yes.  Boys want me to do it but I've always felt
afraid and dirty.  I'm afraid it would hurt.  But I know you would never
hurt me."

   "No Princess, I wouldn't." With a hug.

   "And I want it to be you who takes my anal virginity."

   "Mmmmmmmm." Another hug and kiss on the hair.

   "Daddy?"

   "Mmmmmmm."

   "Could we do it now please?"

   A gentle slap on the bottom.

   "I told you about shots in the locker.  Anyway there are some things we
need to do first."

   Lunch was tuna sandwiches, fruit and tea.  Jim didn't think he would
have to go outside and check again until evening.  The base of the tent was
solid, he could tell by the shape of the dome that there was no serious
snow build up as the rampart was doing its job.

   They were never bored for a moment.  They were enjoying the book, Vicki
loved hearing her father read.  But much of the time was spent in
enchantment with each other and each other's bodies.  They spent hours just
passionately kissing, exploring each other's mouths and lips, her breasts.
Sometimes he would idly fondle her her genitals, not always arousing Vicki,
just tenderly exploring and owning.  She did the same with his penis and
testicles.

   His touching of her genitals was different now.  Instead of his hand
coming from the front, Vicki would lie on her side facing him and put her
upper leg over his waist enabling him to come from behind.  Now her anus
was included in his wanderings.  Always with a well lubricated finger. 
Initially her sphincter did as it was designed to and tightened.  Gradually
she and it became used to the touch.

   She clung to Jim more tightly and kissed him fervently.  With only a
little pressure the first joint of his index finger entered.

   "Squeeze and let go, lots of times Princess."

   She did so and gradually her anal muscle relaxed.  She felt his finger
fully inside her, right up to the knuckle.

   "Mmmm, that feels nice." She kept squeezing and relaxing and Jim gently
pushed the perimeter of her anus.

   "Now you are relaxing, lovely girl." He was able to withdraw his finger
completely and enter with very little pressure.

   Twice more that afternoon his fingers wandered and her sphincter offered
less and less resistance.

   Evening came and with it the darkness.

   "I can't hear any wind.  And look is that the moon?" There was a white
glimmer in the ceiling of the tent.

   "Yes its the eye of the storm.  It'll be like this for an hour or so. 
Come outside Vicki, you must see this.  Bring your camera"

   Quickly they dressed.  Jim grabbed the second sleeping bag and when they
were outside draped it like a blanket around their shoulders.

   The scene which greeted them was a winter paradise.  Above, the black
sky was studded with stars, more stars than Vicki had ever seen.  They
seemed so big and close she felt she could almost touch them.  Not a breath
of wind.

   An enormous, silver full moon shone brightly.  It cast a silver glow
over the snow covered glacier The towering mountain peaks gleamed whitely
and brightly, standing out from the black sky behind.  Far below in the
valley they could see the mountain lakes; silvery shimmers of moon-light.
It was still freezing.

   Vicki snapped away with her camera, hoping that she would do justice to
this haunting magnificence of nature.

   "What are you doing?"

   Jim had dashed inside and come out with a foam plastic mattress.  He had
taken off every stitch of clothing.  Now he was standing on the mattress
looking up at the sky his arms extended heavenwards, his body had a silver
sheen in the moonlight.

   He howled like a wolf.

   "OOOOooooooooooowwWWWWwwooooooooooooooooOOOO" His howls echoed around
the the glacial moraine.

   "You are completely mad." She snapped away at him with her camera.  But
then the infection caught her.  She also stripped and joined him on the
mattress.

   "OOOooooooooowwwWWWWwwwoooooooooooooooooooOOO" she howled and howled and
the echoes howled back.  She felt she was part of mother nature.

   They held each other's hand as they saluted the stars and moon together.

   "OOOOOOOOoooooooooowwwWWWWwwwooooooooooooooOOOOO" again and again, as if
they were nature worshiping cave dwellers.

   He returned to the warmth of the sleeping-bag-blanket and snapped away
at Vicki's silver body.

   She ran to him for warmth from the blanket and his embrace.

   "OooooowwwwoooooOOOO" they murmured into each other's ears.

   The idea struck them both at the same time.  First Jim left the blanket
and took up a variety of naked poses, in front of the tent, lying on his
back on the snow rampart, in front of the mountains.

   Then Vicki.  Her poses ranged from demure, provocative, erotic to
downright pornographic.  She forgot the cold and rolled in the snow.  She
lay on her back, arms and legs wide and beckoning.  She insisted that Jim
take closeups of her vulva and bum which she poked up into the moonlight.
Her genitals were a glistening silver.

   They huddled together laughing in the blanket.  The cold was starting to
seep into them.  Quickly they set the camera on auto shoot with 20 seconds
between shots.  They embraced in different poses, some demure, some like
Vicki kneeling in front of Jim with his cock in her mouth were less demure.

   They started to shiver, the wind started to blow and some of the stars
were lost behind the clouds.  They howled a last mournful howl at the moon,
dashed inside the tent, into their sleeping bag and hugged the warmth back
into each other.  They were laughing uncontrollably from the exhilaration
of the moment.

   "Some of those photos will earn us a fortune on the net," giggled Vicki.

   "I'm not having any of me on the net with my cock so small from the
cold."

   They both laughed knowing these would be private snaps for life.

   Their laughter changed to intimacy, their intimacy to passion.  Jim's
hands traveled her body, exciting Vicki even more than the first time she
had felt his touch.  Again her anus was included in his erotic exploration,
again it resisted but less than before and soon two fingers were inside her
bowel.  He entered her vagina with his penis, keeping his fingers where
they were and she felt the delight and intense orgasm from the double
penetration.

   Jim did not come.

   "Lie on your side with your back to me, my beautiful Vicki and move your
knees towards your chest."

   She did so as he covered his penis with olive oil.

   "Tell me if it hurts."

   "Shhhh, Daddy."

   There was only a little pressure required for his knob to enter and he
went in two inches.  She squeezed her anal muscle.

   "Daddy, I love you.  Daddy, I love your cock.  Daddy, I love your cock
in my bum," she whispered.

   He gently commenced his rhythm.  Her muscle had given up its fight and
he was able to withdraw from her completely and re-enter with no
resistance. He pushed until his loins were hard against her buttocks. 
Vicki's bowel felt erotically full, she gasped at the beautiful sensations
of his penis along her smooth rectum wall and the lovely pressure through
to her vagina.  With her free hand she parted her buttock to let him enter
more deeply.  With his free hand he found her clitoris.

   "Please Daddy, as hard as you can."

   He couldn't stop himself from obeying her instructions.  It was the most
physically uninhibited lovemaking they had had.  Her buttocks were
flattened as he pounded.  She shrieked as she came from a clitoral orgasm
and still he kept thrusting.

   With a judder and surge which consumed her from her navel to her
buttocks Vicki came again with an enormous orgasm.  It seemed to come from
her clitoris, her vagina and her ass at the same time.

   Jim grunted like an animal as he felt his orgasm surge, then repeated
his wolf howl as he ejaculated into his daughter's bowel.

   They lay panting in that spoon position for ten minutes.  Then Vicki
rolled over and put her arms around her beloved father.

   "OOOoooooooowwWWwwooooooOOO" she whispered in his ear and giggled.

   The next day was spent in a continuation of loving sexual bliss.  Jim
was happy enough about the fuel supply to leave four gas burners on for
hours.  The temperature never got warm but by draping themselves with the
second sleeping bag they could stay out of their main bed for some time
before the cold sent them back.

   During these times, Jim took Vicki as she knelt in front of him,
shoulders to the mattress, bum pointing towards the roof of the tent.

   The first time in her vagina, the second in her anus.  Vicki knelt in
front of Jim and after taking him to ecstasies he hadn't known with her
mouth and throat, swilled her father's juices around her mouth before
swallowing.

   Later he lay on his back and she knelt over him, facing his feet.  She
lowered her haunches so that he spent half an hour licking her vagina and
anus and bringing her to orgasm again and again.

   They used the camera.  Kathy spent a lot of time photographing his
erection from different angles and distances.

   "So that the net surfers can see what you are really like." Some other
photos were even more pornographic, others quite prim.

   Vicki realized they should take some "proper" photos to show people when
they returned, so they snapped each other fully dressed.  They laid out the
two sleeping bags side by side to show how they might have slept

   Jim woke at dawn on the third morning.  He could tell the storm was
over. No breeze disturbed the tent and golden light from the sunrise
glimmered through.  He looked at his beautiful daughter beside him, tears
in his eyes.

   His daughter awoke and without saying a word they made the most tender
love for an hour.  For both Jim and Vicki it was a mixture of love,
tenderness, lust and sadness.

   They rediscovered every inch of each other's bodies.  Jim brought Vicki
to climaxes with his tongue, lips and fingers, and with his penis in her
vagina, then her rectum.  Solemnly Vicki knelt in front of Jim and tenderly
licked their bodies' juices from his penis.

   They took a foam mattress outside and stood on it.  It was a beautiful,
warm, still morning, no cloud in the sky.  The pristine snow glinted in the
bright sunlight, the newly snow-covered peaks stood in brilliant contrast
to the blue sky, the virginally white glacier stretched out below.

   Naked they raised their faces and arms to the azure heavens.

   "OOOOOooooooooooooooooooowww WWWWwwwooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOO."

   Jim and Vicki, father and daughter, danced and hugged and kissed and
laughed and howled like wolves until they heard the rescue aircraft coming.

   to be continued....
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