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 TITLE: Camping With My Dad - 1

   Copyright (C) 2009, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: Mg, incest

   SUMMARY: Cindy goes camping with her Dad for the first time, hoping to
get some of that attention her brother always got from him.  A calamity
turns into a blessing drawing them both very close together.

   ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction.  It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such
material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this
story.  Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely
coincidental.  I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children
in sexual oriented acts with adults.

     "See you next year," I yelled out to my classmates as I ran out of
school for the last time this school year.  I had just finished 4th grade.
Only one more year at my elementary school and I would be going to Eastside
Middle school.  They had 6th, 7th, and 8th grades together.  But now it was
summer, thank goodness.

   Hi, I'm Cindy and I have to tell you that this was not a good year for
me personally.  My body started changing last fall.  My boobs started
growing and tiny little hairs started showing up around my privates.  But
worst of all I got my first period last month.  Most girls don't get their
first one for another year or two.  I turn 10 next month.  Mom told me I
was precocious.  I just thought she meant I got into trouble a lot, which
wasn't really true.  I was always a good girl.  But when I looked it up,
the word precocious, it said I was maturing earlier than normal.  I did
grow a bit taller this past school year shooting up to 4 feet 8 inches and
79 pounds.  My older brother told me that if I cut off my long brown hair I
would lose ten pounds.  It didn't weigh that much but it was long, hanging
down to my waist.

   My parents loved my hair, especially my dad.  He was always playing with
it when we sat on the couch watching TV.  I would lay there with my head in
his lap and he would run his fingers through my hair.  I liked it when he
did that.  It was the only time he really paid much attention to me.  Well
I probably said that more out of habit than anything.  I had noticed lately
that Dad talked to me more.  It used to be my brother Andy, who was 14,
that got Dad's attention.  They would always do things together like go
fishing, and every summer they would go on their special camping trip.  Mom
hated camping and would never go.  If she had then I would have been there
too all those years.  But I just stayed home with her.

   This year was different though.  This summer Andy was going to be
playing baseball all summer in some city league.  He couldn't go camping
and dad asked me if I wanted to go in his place.  I jumped at the chance.
Of course Mom didn't want to go so it would be just Dad and me.  The thing
is I hated fishing, but I would do it if it meant I got to be alone with
Dad for a change, no Andy, no Mom, just Dad.

   Two weeks after school was out it was time for our camping trip. 
Normally Dad and Andy went in mid July when the weather was nice and warm.
But I guess Dad wanted to be home for Andy's baseball games so he pushed
the camping trip back to mid June.

   "So this is it Cindy," my dad said.  "Say good bye because we are on our
way."

   I waved as we drove out of the garage.  Andy stuck his tongue out at me,
but I just smiled.

   "How long does it take to get there," I asked my dad.

   "A couple of hours," he replied.  "It's kind of an out-of-the-way place,
usually not many people there.  And with the weather looking a little
gloomy we might be the only campers this weekend."

   The weather did look a bit off for June.  It was partially cloudy when
we left but after about an hour of driving it had become fully overcast.

   "It doesn't look too good Cindy.  It's starting to rain a bit." Dad
pointed out.  "Do you want to go back?"

   "No way," I said.  I wasn't going to let a little bit of bad weather
ruin my camping trip with Dad.  Besides Andy would never let me live it
down.  "I don't care if it pours.  We're going camping."

   By the time we got there it was already noon.  The rain was still
drizzling so Dad got the tent up quick and a spare tent for holding all the
camping stuff.  You can tell I am not much of a camper.  I just know that
some of it was food.

   I grabbed the sandwiches Mom had fixed for our lunch today.  Standing
under the tarp Dad had put up to keep the rain out I said, "Lunch is
served." I had chips out and a couple of sodas.

   "I'll pass on the pop," Dad said as he grabbed a beer from the cooler.

   "Maybe I should get one of those," I said laughing.  Dad just smiled. 
He knew I wouldn't dare.  But I did want to see what it tasted like.  Maybe
later when he wasn't looking.

   Once everything was finally set up we were both dripping wet but it
didn't matter.  Here I was sitting next to my Dad in camping chairs, not
another soul in sight.  I guess this was the first time I really looked
around.  Not 50 feet away was the most beautiful lake I had ever seen.  It
was oblong in shape, maybe a half mile in length and a quarter mile across.
The rain drops were tinkling all across the water making it look like it
was boiling.  Every now and then a fish would jump up out of the water and
back in making a big splash.  It was fun to watch.

   "This is some of the finest fishing you will ever have, right here in
this lake," Dad shared.  "The blue-gill are to die for and the big-mouth
black bass are fighters when you get one on your line."

   "I can't wait," I lied.  I didn't know what I was going to do when it
came time to put a worm on my hook.  I had seen Andy do it and it grossed
me out, that squirmy things wiggling all around.  Fortunately Dad had a few
more camp preparations to do so we got to put off the fishing until later.
He wanted to scout the area a little and make sure the sleeping bags were
out and other stuff I didn't really care about.

   But that time finally arrived, the time to fish.  The rain had stopped
and I could actually see a little sunshine poking through here and there.

   "I guess the storm is blowing over," I said.

   "It's just a momentary lull honey," Dad countered.  "If you look to the
West you can see some dark clouds there on the horizon.  The sun will soon
drop behind them and it will be one hell of a night...I mean heck of a
night."

   I giggled at my dad for swearing.  "You better watch your language
around me mister," I warned him, giggling some more.

   "Yes ma'am." Dad was smiling.  He looked really good when he smiled,
especially when he was smiling at me.  I always thought my dad was a good
looking guy but so did some of the girls at school.  They told me on more
than one occasion.

   We made our way down to the shore with all our fishing gear.  Dad was
nice enough to get me set up first and even baited the hook.  "The next one
you'll have to bait yourself," he said, winking at me.

   It was around 4:00 PM when we started fishing and I couldn't believe it
when Dad said it was 6:00 PM and time to clean the fish.  We had caught
several big blue-gill, one of them mine.  I guess fishing wasn't all that
bad.  I even survived baiting the hook.  The time had just flown by and dad
didn't get mad at me for asking all kinds of silly questions.

   When I pulled in my line I must have yanked it too hard.  The whole
thing flew over my head and then back out over the water again, snagging in
a tree branch that hung over the water.

   "Wait a minute and I'll get that for you," Dad said as he was securing
his own fishing pole.

   But I wanted to show him that I could do anything, just like Andy.  I
got as close to the water's edge as I could and dragged on the line.  It
pulled the branch almost back to me.  I only had a couple of inches to go
to reach the hook.  Almost there, I reached way out...and then it happened.
Losing my balance I fell forward right into the lake.

   It was instant shock.  The water was ice cold.  My long hair was
tangling up all around me.  I went completely under and just as quick I was
being pulled up and out of the water.  My dad had his arms around me
dragging me up onto the shore.  He quickly lifted me up into his arms and
literally ran me back to the shelter.  Setting me down onto the fake carpet
we put under the shelter, he grabbed a towel and told me to dry my face and
hair.  While I did he began undressing me.

   "I have got to get these clothes off of you quick like and get you dried
off," he said.  "I wish I had started the fire earlier but I'll get it
going here for you."

   It wasn't but a minute and I was nude, shivering.  "Dry yourself off
while I start the fire," my dad directed me.

   But it was too late.  The storm had started and the rain came quick. 
Any chance of getting a fire going was now gone.  "We'll have to get you
warm in the tent," Dad said as he led me that direction.

   I had dried myself off pretty good and the tent seemed dry and protected
from the rain.  "Should I put on some clothes?" I asked, continuing to
shiver.

   Dad had opened up the sleeping bag, unzipping it part way down and said,
"Get in."

   "Like this?" I asked.

   "Yes," he said emphatically.  "No time to lose." I didn't question him
again but got into the bag.  It felt warm but I was still shivering
terribly.  Dad could see it too.  That must have been when he made his
decision.  "I'm getting in there with you.  My body heat will warm you up."

   Dad began undressing so I turned and looked the other way, though I
couldn't really see all that well in the darkness from the storm.  Soon I
felt him get in the sleeping bag with me.  I was on my left side and he was
spooning me from behind, both of us totally nude.

   "It's so cold," I said, my teeth chattering.  Dad took my hair and
pulled it all up from behind me and stretched it out above my head.  He
cupped my left hand under my head and his right arm wrapped around my
waist, his hand on my stomach.  I put my right hand on top of his.  I could
feel his chest against my bare back, skin to skin, and it did feel warm.  I
knew then that this was going to work.  My dad was so smart.

   After about five minutes like this I said, "I think this is working.  My
back is feeling warmer but my front is still cold, except where your hand
is." That's when I moved his hand up a little from my stomach.  With my
hand still on top of his I moved it back and forth across my lower chest.
"That's helping me get warmer," I told him.

   A couple of times I got it a little too high and his fingers grazed
across my titties.  They weren't very big, poking out a bit and all of that
was growth just this past year.  For some reason it felt good having his
fingers touch my tits.  I wanted it to happen again so as I moved his hand
across my chest I moved it upwards little by little until I had him rubbing
my upper chest and emerging boobs.  After several minutes of this I just
stopped and held his hand there, fully on my tits.

   That's when I felt it, his penis was growing, getting hard and pressing
into my back.  Dad started massaging my breasts, what little he could for
their size, rubbing his fingers on his own across my little nipples.  I
liked it.  The whole time his penis kept getting harder until it felt like
a stiff rod pressing against my back.  We laid that way for several
minutes, Dad gently massaging my chest, my tits.  I thought I could feel
his penis throbbing into my back.

   It wasn't a minute later before Dad moved his body downward into the
sleeping bag a little more.  I soon discovered why.  His penis was now
positioned so that it pressed against my butt.  Ever so slowly Dad started
sliding the length of it up and down along my butt crack and lower back.  I
could hear him starting to breath a little heavy.  This went on for several
minutes.  Then he moved his right hand down across my hips and pulled my
body hard back against his penis while at the same time he took his left
hand and pressed it against my upper back pushing my upper body away from
him.  He kept rubbing his penis against my butt but harder now.  I didn't
understand what was happening and was a little scared.  Yet at the same
time it was somehow exciting.  I sort of forgot about being cold.

   Suddenly Dad groaned and he pressed his penis against me really hard,
just holding me there.  I felt his body jerk a few times as a warm liquid
began to cover my lower back.  A moment later the jerking stopped and dad
relaxed his hold on me.  Neither of us said anything and Dad's breathing
went back to normal.  We just staid in that position, Dad spooning me
again, for several minutes, neither of us moving.

   Dad finally crawled out of the sleeping bag.  It was really dark out
now, though the little bit of moonlight that somehow made it through the
clouds allowed me to see what he was doing.  He grabbed his t-shirt and
wiped his penis and stomach.  That reminded me of the stuff that was still
on my back.  I reached around with my right hand and gathered up some of
the goo.  I brought it to my nose and smelled it, a sweet-sour smell.  I
couldn't decide.  So I tasted it.  It had a slightly salty taste but mostly
sweet flavor.

   I wondered what it would be like to take in a whole mouthful all at once
right out of Dad's penis before it had a chance to touch anything else.  I
never felt Dad get back into the sleeping bag as I fell asleep thinking
about what just happened, thinking about what could have happened, what I
wanted to happen, thinking about Dad.

   The End (until I woke up)