Dating Dad Pt. 02

"Nothing!" I spun towards him, tears came unwanted. "Nothing at all!" But it wasn't nothing, it was everything. I didn't want my Aunt Isabelle half naked flaunting herself at my Dad. I didn't want him even looking at her. She was so much prettier than me. She had it all, I didn't want her having my father as well. I wanted him to want me. To look at me. I cried and stared at Jesse.

I think he meant to give me a hug, but when he stepped in to me, I kissed him. Our lips met one another's, and a tension I had not realised was between us, extinguished like water on hot coals. For a brief moment we hung in suspension and our bodies desperately clung to one another. Hands roamed and he pressed tightly into me. Our tongues teased one another and the taste of him made me wet with desire.

We broke off, he stood there wide eyed and breathing hard. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and glanced down to see his excitement pushing at his pants.

"I'm sorry... " I began, but I could see the fragility in his eyes, so instead of apologizing, I simply gave him a hug. "I'm not sorry..." I whispered, " I'm just angry right now, and I shouldn't have done that" It felt good to tell him the truth of it, and I resolved in that moment to tell him all of the truth.

I took his hand, and begged him to come with me, we left to venture back outside then. Swelling inside of me, aching to be released, was my story. It was time to tell him everything.

We stuck to the driveway where the snow had been mostly compacted, and made good time once we got into the woods. The ground was nearly bare, as the tree canopy protected much of it. I realised as we came up to the cabin, that it was Dads now, and I hadn't even been inside. I said as much, and Jesse came with me willingly enough. It was tough going as the snow got deeper in the meadow, but we made it red faced, steam rolling off the both of us.

We got inside, and it was just as cold. "They must have turned the heat off, since it's empty." I stuttered as my teeth chattered.

"Yeah, even turned the water off" Jesse called back, as he checked the sink.

The kitchen looked serviceable enough, but the living area had been stripped to the studs. I poked around to the bedrooms, there were two of them. One was in similar shape, studs bare. But the master contained furniture and a well quilted bed.

"In here" I called as I realised the bedroom was still insulated and a few degrees warmer than outside.

"I had hoped to run my hands under hot water" Jesse complained, as he came down the hallway.

"Well we can hang in here and chat, and there's blankets." I moved into the bedroom, realising that this was where my father had been living as he remodeled the home. Anger surged into my chest, making it tight. How could he? I felt betrayed.

Shivers ran through me, and my body trembled of its own accord. "I'm fucking cold" I said it out loud as if it could somehow change things.

Jesse grabbed the quilt off the bed and threw it around him, he held one flap up invitingly, and I moved under it, tucking myself in. We huddled together, our bodies pushed together.

"I heard that to stop hypothermia, you can get naked together in a sleeping bag..." he said it with a hint of humor, but used a tone that sounded like a question. Our bodies still trembled from our shivering.

"Oh you did?" I said, punching him in the leg. I felt a surge of some overwhelming emotion that I couldn't identify. Instead of squashing it down and ignoring it, I let it wash through me. It came with an urge and my mouth was open before I thought about it. "Lets try it then!"

He looked at me in shock, but I had already jumped up, back into the cold. I felt reckless, and angry, and the kiss earlier had stirred something in me. I stripped off my clothing clumsily, enjoying the wide eyed look I got from Jesse. Once I was completely naked, I dove for the bed and ripped the blanket from him. Covering myself to the chin, I lay on my back, shivering.

"Your turn" my voice sounded powerful and strong, I sounded fucking confident and in charge. He complied, quickly and with as much awkwardness as I likely had displayed. I watched as he took off his clothes, and his cock sprang free. He dived down with embarrassment, his round white ass in the air, and crawled under the foot of the blanket, up next to me.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my pounding heart, we both lay on our backs, naked next to each other, gently he clasped my hand. It was a sweet gesture, and it did what I could not, I felt myself relax and regain control.

"Is this... what you wanted to tell me?" He asked, I could hear the nervousness in his words.

"No..." out with it, Jessica. "I'm in love with my father." I finally said it. Instantly panic overcame me and I wanted to get up and fucking run.

"I understand" He squeezed my hand reassuringly as I nearly choked on the cold air. "He's all you have, like Tante Belle is all I have."

I nearly cried, but I held it back with great force.

"Now we have this, what is this?" He asked in a whisper.

"Shut up" my voice sounded harsh and rude, in apology, I rolled over and draped myself over him, the heat from our bodies seemed unreal and raged like a furnace. His cock was pinned beneath my leg, and my hand played across his chest.

"I'm sorry..." Jesse murmured.

"For what?" I asked thickly, I was incredibly turned on.

"That I'm hard... we were supposed to just cuddle."

"I'm not sorry." I said as I reached down, and moving my knee, freed him. I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed, he gasped, and let out a small groan. I began to stroke him, and crawled under the covers. When I put my mouth on him, the taste of him exploded in my mouth, and so did he. He spasmed and shot his hot cum into my mouth. It surprised me and instinctively I swallowed when it hit the back of my throat.

"Ughhhh." He groaned. "Holy shit that was intense."

I giggled, I couldn't help myself. I gave him one last suck as he began to soften, and let go of him. It was my turn for some satisfaction.

Just as I was about to speak, I heard the snow crunch as the sound of a vehicle approaching broke the silence.

"Fuck!" "Shit!" We both said out loud, as we scrambled from the bed and began pulling our clothes on. We dressed in record time, nearly falling over one another, laughing as we both tried to exit the bedroom simultaneously. We peaked out the front window and found Isabelle and my father pulling up through the deep snow in her Jeep.

"Act normal!" I hissed as I opened the front door. I waved at them, and they both became animated. Isabelle jumped from the Jeep, and made to run up to me, but instead she fell face first in the snow with a small holler, and rolled over laughing in delight.

"I am glad to find you! Is so cold! Let us go back now. We have worried too long." Her voice seemed to be swallowed by the snow, it sounded mellow and muted. We ran for the Jeep, giggling and pushing one another in the snow.

My father didn't say much, other than that he was relieved to find us. But the look he gave me, let me know that we had much to talk about. Shame began to well up inside of me, but I found it easy to push aside. The Jeep was warm, and I found my eyes became heavy as that warmth penetrated me. I let it.

The winter passed, and spring tickled our memories, reminding us of warm days to come. The snow melted and fresh blossoms appeared on the trees. My father and I had still not talked about that day I ran away in the snow. But we had not had much opportunity. Aunt Isabelle doted over us both, and Jesse was always close on my heels. With the months that had passed, I no longer had to clean and dress my Dads wounds. The bandages on his chest were no longer necessary, though he still suffered from pain.

It felt like we had drifted apart during these long months. With no chance for intimacy, physical or verbal, I felt like we drifted away from one another. I told him this, during one of our few private moments, and begged of him to move us to the cabin. I think he saw the desperation in me, as I could see the hardness of his jaw line soften, and his eyes take on a different light.

"You've been in there, only the bedroom and kitchen are serviceable." He said, a tentative cast to his voice.

"It's fine, we can make do..." I told him trying to kindle the flames of our love. I moved in for a kiss, and not just a peck as had become customary. He turned his cheek to me, rejecting me. My anger was quick to alight. Before I could speak, he hung his words in the air before me, quenching my flames.

"You're right..." he spoke with raw emotion in his voice. "I've done nothing but mope and feel sorry for myself. " he looked at me, really looked at me. "I want nothing more than to be alone with you."

I melted, all my anger drained from me, and with it my ability to mitigate my emotions. I threw myself at him.

"Daddy... " I sobbed. "Let's go to the cabin, I will get Jesse to help us finish it."

He patted me on the back as I lay against him. "Ok... I will talk to Isabelle tonight."

And so it was that our time at Aunt Isabelles had come to an end. I reminded Jesse, many times, that we were just a small walk away, and that he had promised his labor to fix up the house. But he still worried over our separation and it gnawed at me as well. I had never been so close to someone other than my parents. We shared an intimacy that extended beyond just our shared secrets. In the end, he understood, he and I both needed time alone with the people we had fallen in love with. As neither of our loves could ever know of one another's incestuous sins.

The first week at the cabin was delicious. It felt great to have some freedom. Dad wasn't able to do much of anything physically, though his wounds no longer required bandages, he was unable to move much physically. But there was a lot I could do. I took to teasing him with my dress, I would wear just panties and a shirt and take every opportunity to show him beneath the shirt tale. My sexual promiscuity finally got to my father as he prompted me to call the doctor about physical therapy. He wanted to heal so we could play, and nothing ever made me happier.

We went into town the very next week for his first physical therapy appointment. Dad seemed to regain a lot of his spirit as hope for a full recovery blossomed within him. I began to realize that all these months, I practically had ignored him in favor of my own self pity. His excitement was intoxicating. After his first session, he talked about his dreams for us, plans for our future and for his recovery.

Arriving back at the cabin, his energy turned predatory, and his hands were everywhere on me as I helped him to the door. He was exhausted, and wilted once in the bed, but I didn't let that ruin our fun.

For the first time since the accident, I placed my lips around his cock. I worked it with my tongue and hand, enjoying the taste of him. I found that the length of him was pleasing, and my throat inviting. His groans and exclamations of pleasure were passionate and loud. I paused for a moment, saliva on my chin, and looked him in the eyes.

"I missed you Daddy." I choked back tears, and then choked back him.

He was hairy, understandably , and it tickled my nose, which made me giggle. I tried to giggle, with him in my mouth, instead I gagged slightly. He burst inside my throat at that moment, and his cum shot down my throat, I gagged again and it came back up my nose. I whipped my head back l, stifling my gagging, embarrassed I looked at my Dad.

His eyes were scrunched closed, and his body spasmed. I quickly wiped his cum from my face, and leaned back down to clean the length of him with my mouth. God he tasted good. I had missed him and was glad to have him back.

"Your turn..." he said to me, slowly scooching down the bed. I didn't hesitate I crawled past the length of him carefully, and straddled his face. I could only see the top of his head and eyes between my legs, and when his eyes met mine, he closed his mouth around me. I spasmed violently from the ecstasy of his attentive mouth. My voice seemed to call out my pleasure with reckless abandon. I placed my hands on the headboard, the sunlight from the window in front of me felt warm and satisfying on my naked breasts.

His tongue swept inside of me, and back out to tease my clit, the pressure inside of me began to build. I knew I was near to cumming and I could feel my wetness grow. It had been so long, with so many teases and no release. As the pressure became paramount and I stepped over the edge to bliss, I screamed out to the heavens. My eyes previously clamped shut, opened as I bucked like a bull rider on my dad's face. My back arched as he tickled my asshole, and I glanced up to see Jesse, outside the window, staring at me. Dad stuck his finger inside of my asshole, and nibbled the hood around my clit, his teeth gentle but firm. I came again, bracing myself, my eyes locked on Jesse until I could keep them open no more. I fell forward, exhausted and spent, wanting for all the world to sit back up, but I didn't have it in me to do so.