Cabin Fever

I went back in and prepared some coffee, and pretty soon Dad came downstairs, rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning, Daddy! Would you like some coffee?"

As he nodded, I poured a cup and brought it over to him. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him chastely on the cheek. I twirled away from him, knowing as I did it that a man with quick eyes would be able to see just about anything he wanted to, for a split second. I couldn't help but continue to tease him throughout breakfast. At one point, with my back to him, I yawned loudly and stretched upwards onto my tiptoes. Pretending that I didn't know that I had just exposed my entire ass to my father, I unselfconsciously adjusted my t-shirt down. At another point, I leaned over the table towards him. His eyes flicked down the front of my shirt, and I know he caught a glimpse of my young breasts. I hoped he saw the erect nipples topping them. I cleared the dishes, as he mumbled something about taking a shower. He rushed behind me to the door to the shower, as if he had something to hide. I heard the water running in a second.

In a few minutes, though, Dad's head poked through the door.

"Karen? Do we have any towels?"

"Oh, Gosh, Dad, I don't think we do. They were with the luggage!"

"Dammit! We'll just have to dry off in our clothes." He appeared in a minute, in his t-shirt and shorts, plastered to that incredibly cut body. I couldn't help but glance at his crotch. I could see just about every detail of his cock! It looked pretty big, even flaccid. Suddenly, I knew I had to have it, one way or another.

"Guess I'll take a shower now, Dad."

I rushed through my ablutions, because I knew what would come afterwards would set the table for the rest of the month. I pulled on my underwear and T-shirt. The effect of the water on the thin white cotton was perfect. My hot body was completely visible from my nipples down to the smooth curve of my ass. I was any man's perfect wet dream come true. I came out of the shower and walked slowly and unselfconsciously across the kitchen. I could feel Dad's hot gaze burning me as I took each step, but I pretended not to notice. I went and got some suntan lotion from the bathroom and a blanket from my bed, and said,

"C'mon Dad, let's sit outside. We'll dry up faster. Plus I'd like to get some sunbathing in!"

He followed me in a daze, as if unable to break the spell I'd set on him. I stepped outside and spread the blanket on the grass in the sun. In one smooth motion, I peeled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it to my dad. I turned away from him, giggling to myself at the look on his face. Although my pert breasts had been visible for only a split second, I knew he had gotten quite an eyeful. The shock on his face at seeing my tits suddenly exposed to the sunlight is a memory I happily cherish to this day.

"Could you hang that up for me? Thanks."

"Karen! You can't go around like that!"

"Why not, Dad?" I asked as I settled down onto my stomach on the blanket. "Nobody's around but you, and you're my father. Besides I want to get an all-over tan. I can't have any pale lines."

Dad must have stood there in shock for a minute. I didn't dare glance at him for fear of breaking the spell I was casting. He had to believe that I didn't know what I was doing to him for this seduction to work. He came back in a few seconds from hanging my shirt on the line.

"Dad? Could you be a sweetie and put some of this sunscreen on my back?"

Another moment of silence encompassed us, but I pretended I was sleepily unaware of his hesitation. Then I heard him settle down next to me with the sunscreen in his hand. I felt the cool liquid on my back as he squirted it from the bottle. Then, a somewhat ragged breath, followed by the exquisite sensation of those strong hands on my bare skin. I sighed deeply, as if half-asleep, and waited for him to begin to rub the sunscreen over my back.

Slowly, his hands moved across my back, up to my shoulders, and over the tops of them. He worked the sunscreen across my neck, where I had swept my hair out of the way. Keeping his hands in the middle of my back, he moved downward, apparently careful to keep his fingers from the sides, where they might have accidentally encountered my bared breasts. I was in seventh heaven, trying to keep my mounting excitement well under wraps. The power in those fingers was something else: I could tell that he would be a great back-rubber.

I wondered to myself what he would do at the lowest point of safety: above the waistband of my thong panties. I knew the vision he had of my asscheeks bulging out around the fabric of the thong, having examined myself numerous times in the mirror. I was presenting one of my best sides forward. With disappointment, I felt his hands lift away.

"All done, sweetie-pie." He said, cheerily.

"...legs..." I murmured, drowsily.

Another pause. What thoughts were running through his mind? He seemed, for the first time in my memory, to be overwhelmed. The power I had over him tingled through me. I had no idea if this was what Mom had in mind, but then she should have been careful before giving me free rein with her man!

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I heard the sunscreen bottle squirt again, and his hands, filled with the now warm liquid, started at my ankles, massaging upwards slowly. I felt them linger over my strong calf muscles, tickle over the backs of my knees, and then the absence of them like a blow as he refilled from the bottle. Now he started at the bottom of one thigh. I concentrated for all I was worth to keep my breathing even, as if I were asleep. He worked his way upward, agonizingly slowly. I felt each inch as if it were a mile. He kept his hands carefully out of the inner curve of my leg, approaching the curve of my buttock.

At the lower end of my ass, he stopped, and then began on the other thigh. Once again, the slow tease of his working hands had me so tense. He could have no idea what effect he was having on me, unless the odors arising from my overheated pussy gave me away. Still, I think he was so caught up in this caressing of my leg that my intentions were still hidden from him. When he got to the top of my thigh, he stopped once again. The only bare skin that he had not covered with sunscreen were my asscheeks, daringly exposed to his eyes, coyly begging him to continue with his ministrations.

I imagined him looking at me, wondering whether to finish the job, whether I was asleep, whether putting sunscreen on my rear end was tantamount to abuse. I took pity on his plight, and stirred slightly, then looked up at him from my blue, blue eyes and said,

"Thanks, Dad. I got it from here."

No use in selling the whole house on the first day!

The next few days, I continued my coy dance of teasing and withdrawing. For most of the time, I played the loving daughter, nothing more. We took hikes, played badminton, or watched movies on our satellite TV. Once we took the mile long trek to the pond nearby for a dip. I had insisted that we go: it was a family tradition to take a picnic to the meadow next to the water and follow with hours of splashing fun.

"But we don't have any swimsuits, Karen."

"Aww, c'mon Dad. We can wear our underwear. They'll cover the same amount, y'know."

So I packed us up some sandwiches, pickles, chips and juice, and we set off. I wore the same outfit I had arrived in, and Dad was back in his original clothes as well. It was a gorgeous day, with plenty of hot sun, but also a fairly stiff breeze for some relief from the heat. After a leisurely twenty-minute stroll through the lovely, quiet woods, we arrived at our destination.

We had a very relaxing lunch in the breezy heat, chatting about nothing too important. After twenty minutes had elapsed, Dad said,

"Guess I'm ready for a dip. How 'bout you, princess?"

"Sure thing, Dad. Why don't you go ahead? I'll clean up from lunch, and meet you down there."

Once again, trying not to seem too forward, and trying not to embarrass Dad. I watched Dad make his way down to the water. Even in his plain old shorts and polo shirt, his gorgeous masculinity was unmistakable. I whistled softly to myself as I saw him take off that shirt, revealing his strong back musculature. Here was a man who kept fit. Now I stared even more intently as he stripped off his shorts. Clad only in thin white boxers, he backed up a couple of steps, and then took a running jump into the water. I couldn't wait to see what he looked like in those wet boxers! With a slightly frustrated sigh, I packed up our picnic basket. I walked down to the water's edge. Glancing out at Dad, I was careful to wait until he had his back turned to me before unbuttoning my dress and stepping out of my shoes. Following Dad's lead, I rushed into the water, clad only in my lacy bra and skimpy thong. I was in the water up to my neck before Dad turned around.

"Oh, this is heavenly," I sighed, treading water in the deepest section of the pond. All of a sudden, I felt a splash of water hit me in the side of the head.

"Ooh! I'll get you for that," I growled, as Dad laughed maniacally. During the splash war that followed, I got several chances for bodily contact that seemed perfectly innocent in the context of the horseplay. Once, I brushed my lace-covered right breast into his left arm, while swimming past. Another time, as he attempted to dive to avoid an incoming wave, I maneuvered myself so that he had to bump against my ass in passing. Each time, the heat of his skin was amazing in the coolness of the water. I had to restrain myself from jumping all over him. All in due time!

Finally, exhausted from all of the fooling around, we floated in the water, gasping for air from all of the laughter. My sweet young breasts, heroically contained in a too-small bra, stood proudly above the water line, heaving up and down with my breathing. Easily visible through the lace, my erect nipples strained upwards. I snuck glances at my Dad's body: his gleaming pecs, his washboard stomach, and the enticing area below. As I had suspected, his boxers became completely see-through in the water. From my viewpoint, I could see the dark area that was his pubic hair, as well as the beginning of the shaft of his cock. Even flaccid, even in the cold water, I could tell it was substantial. I wanted to see more of it, suddenly eager to know its length, this member that had created me in my mother's cunt.

I casually paddled around in the water until I had a view between his outstretched legs. I had to be careful not to give myself away, because I was having so much fun with the game I was playing with him. I looked there, at the joining of those powerful legs, to see what I could make out. There it was, in its glory, easily four inches long soft. The head of it hung to the left, beautifully circumcised, its mushroom head in proportion to the length of the shaft. Below, lay his balls, pulled up due to the coolness of the water, but each still magnificent, witness to this man's fertility and virility.

It was only a second or two of time I allowed myself to gaze upon this paragon of male sexuality. But in that time, I had learned what a gift my Mom had apparently shared with me. I had seen a few cocks in my young life, a range of teenage and one twenty-two year old specimen. None had been as impressive as the one my own father possessed. Which I would possess before the end of this month.

I got out of the water before Dad did, innocently running up to the blanket, imagining all the while what the sight of my young body must be doing to my poor father. When I got there, I peeled off my panties and unhooked my bra. It felt glorious to be completely naked in the warm Montana sun, and I reveled in it briefly, before bending down to pick up my sundress and put it on. Dad came up a moment or two later, and quickly pulled up his shorts before I had a chance to check him out. I busied myself with cleaning up from our picnic, and we were soon on our way back to the cabin.

The next night I did all of our laundry again, what little of it there was. I washed all of my clothes except the thin T-shirt, because that was about as much exhibitionism as I could find pretext for. Dad gave me all of his clothes except his shorts. While the washing machine was going after supper, Dad and I played a game of Scrabble, sitting on the floor. It was all I could do to concentrate on the game at hand with the two of us in such a state of undress. Dad's strong chest and flat abdomen kept drawing my eyes away from my tiles. The little line of hair starting at his navel and leading downwards seduced my gaze towards the flimsy shorts he was wearing. Concentrating on the words he could make, he seemed oblivious to my observation. He shifted into a cross-legged position. Suddenly, I realized that the seam in the crotch of his shorts had all but given way in the past few days, and he was revealing far more than he must have realized. His entire member lay exposed to my avid eyes. He had the largest cock I had ever seen, flaccid. The veins down the side seemed to pulse with a life of their own, and the head actually rested on the floor, its single hole seeming to wink at me. His testicles lay to either side, each about the size of a plum.

I tore my eyes away just before he put down his tiles for his turn: E-N-G-O-R-G-E. Good God, I thought, too true.

"Would you like a glass of water, honey," he asked as he stood up.

"Sure, Dad." I replied. I was lying on my stomach with my legs towards the kitchen. Well, I thought, he gave me an inadvertent show. Now it's my turn...

He stepped past me to the kitchen. Once he was past me, I spread my legs slightly, and hiked my T-shirt up to mid-ass, then pretended to be entirely taken with examining my tiles. In a moment he was done filling our glasses. I imagined what he would see when he turned back: the full length of my legs up to my butt completely exposed, with my cleanly shaven cunt lips visible where they met, my brown wrinkled asshole just above them.

I heard a gasp, and the sound of water hitting the floor.

"Uh, Karen, you're kind of exposed, honey."

I glanced up, and pretended to be surprised. "Oops!! Thanks, Dad," I said, and twitched my shirt down, completely unashamed. I played my next word: S-N-A-R-E, off of his last word.

Later I hung up the wash outside just before we went to sleep. That night, I was awoken by a loud thundercrash, seemingly just outside our cabin. A summer storm was passing through, with a decent wind blowing it. A light went off in my head, and I went to fetch a kitchen knife. I went outside into the rain, and went to the line, which I carefully frayed through with the blade. I then released all of our clothes into the wind, and watched them get carried away down the mountainside.

I came back in, soaked to the skin, dried and replaced the knife, and went to the bottom of the ladder to the loft.

"Dad!" I squeaked in a frightened voice, "the clothesline's gone!"

He came down quickly.

"I went to get our clothes in, but the line's been torn, and the clothes are all gone!"

"Karen, you're soaked. You'll catch your death." He grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around me, and started to build a fire in the fireplace. I peeled off my shirt under the blanket and laid it by the fire to dry. Finally, I was naked with my Dad, but I hid my body with the blanket in an apparent attempt at modesty. I huddled with Dad in front of the fireplace, shivering.

"Sweetie, I'm so sorry about this vacation. It can't be what you were hoping for."

"Oh, Dad, it's been fine. I'm having a great time."

Just then another crash of thunder burst around us. I practically jumped into my Dad's lap.

"Dad? Can I spend the rest of the night in your bed? I'm scared by all this lightning!"

He hesitated, obviously torn about the idea. I gave him my best scared-little-girl look, and I saw his heart melt. "OK, Princess. C'mon up."

He climbed up the ladder, and I followed him close behind. I watched his powerful thighs and his tight butt from less than a foot away. I couldn't believe how beautiful that ass was. How could I have never noticed it in this light before? I could have stuck my face right between his cheeks, I was that close. I could smell his male odor so strong I nearly swooned.

"You take Mom's side, hon," he said, as he made his way over to his customary side of the bed. I dropped the blanket I'd been clutching about me and slipped quickly under the bedclothes. I felt rather than saw him get into the bed.

"Just hold me for a little while?" I asked. I lay on my side for several seconds, holding my breath. Then I felt his big arm come over my right side and reach across my front to grasp my left shoulder. Even though his arm was above the blanket, the contact was electrifying. I put my arm over his and held his hand, and snuggled back into him. I could feel his chest up against my back, and his thighs against mine. He seemed very careful not to press his groin against my butt. I didn't push him into making that move. Yet.

The next morning, I awoke early, with the sensation of what felt like a baseball bat against my ass. A very hot and fleshy baseball bat. Oh my God, I thought. How big is that thing? I couldn't feel the base or the head of his cock with my ass up against him. I shifted his hand off of my body, because I had to see this marvel of nature. He shifted his weight, still asleep and turned onto his back.

It was easily eleven inches long, and nearly as thick as my own wrist. It stuck out from under his shorts and stood proudly up off his abdomen, so long and white, with the flaring head capping it off in deep purple. His balls sat beneath, proof positive of the virility of this man. This was the perfect cock in person before me. It could not have been modeled out of clay more precisely to service women.

I had to touch it. The temptation was too great and the situation too good to pass up. I lightly placed my finger at the base of it, just above the junction with his balls. I ran it up, slowly, up the front of the immense phallus, reveling in the hardness of it, and yet the velvety nature of the skin overlying that hardness. It seemed to take forever to reach the head, and time seemed to stop. The heat coming off of that thing was overpowering. As I neared the top, I felt his cock rise to push against my finger. I passed over the sensitive prepuce and onto the enormous glans. When I reached the slit at the very end, a single drop of pre-cum oozed out onto my finger.

What a delightful way to begin breakfast, I thought, and brought the clear droplet to my lips to sample. It was warm, slightly salty, and altogether ambrosial. I knew I would taste more of this in the days to come.

I covered my Dad with the blanket and went downstairs to make breakfast. I slipped my now dry T-shirt on, and made some eggs and toast. I balanced the food on a tray and climbed back up the ladder to the loft. I put the tray down, and jumped on the bed yelling: "Tickle fight!!"

Well, I had the edge at first, because he was just waking up. I took full advantage to tickle him mercilessly. But he quickly fought back, getting into the spirit of it. We were giggling, out of control, but I made sure to rub against him, full body to full body, as much as possible. All of a sudden, he pulled away, with an embarrassed look on his face, and turned away.

I was lying on my back, breathing hard from the exertion, with my shirt rucked up around my waist, exposing my lower half. I looked up, pretending concern.

"Are you OK, Dad? What's wrong?" I crawled across the bed and put my head on his shoulder. I could see from this angle his enormous erection tenting up the blankets he had hurriedly pulled over his lap.

"Oh, Dad. Is that because of me?"