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Cum_Luver
bro, very wonderful stories again esp the ONS
thanks….
Thanks bro C_L for reading all these stories , will look out for more but unfortunatly tonight cannot post cause got wedding dinner to attend will post maybe tomorrow or the day after .
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Oliver Tree
Keep on cuming….sch holiday start liao
LOL !!! Dat’s a good one bro Oliver Tree and Thanks for reading all the stories here .
bro birdie8819,
wawawa, it took me quite a while to read all your stories.
all so long n has a few parts.
after seeing those pics in other threads, come over and though that at least can let my eyes n other parts, to take a rest.
but what happen ? it makes me more steamy man !
thanks
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Himerus
bro birdie8819,
wawawa, it took me quite a while to read all your stories.
all so long n has a few parts.
after seeing those pics in other threads, come over and though that at least can let my eyes n other parts, to take a rest.
but what happen ? it makes me more steamy man !
thanks
Glad that you bro Himerus like it , dun worry just take your time to read it .
Thanks bro MrCrowley for your precious points , will return you the favour A.S.A.P . KUM SIA !!!
(Birdie’s Short Stories… 12-11-2007 09:58 AM Thanks for ur story - MrCrowley)
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birdie8819
Thanks bro MrCrowley for your precious points , will return you the favour A.S.A.P . KUM SIA !!!
(Birdie’s Short Stories… 12-11-2007 09:58 AM Thanks for ur story - MrCrowley)
Dont worries about the return bro, u deserve the pts
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MrCrowley
Dont worries about the return bro, u deserve the pts
Thanks again bro !!! Well here’s one short story for your tea time , do enjoy !!!
Title : My hottie
I’m Brandon, 18 about 150 lbs 5 ft 11 inches. I’ve got medium length brown hair, just kinda messed up. Currently I’m a senior at a catholic school in Ohio. This story is about how I met this amazing girl who is just gorgeous. Her name is Ashley. She’s blonde, green-eyed, light skinned, and has pretty large breasts. I’d have to guess a high C or a low D, 36 C maybe? I have yet to check, but I do know that they are a mouth and handful. And a fantastic ass, not the best ever but quite amazing still. I had known her throughout high school, but senior year everything changed. We started talking more, joking more, walking through the halls together. A touch her or there in gym – slap on the ass and such. But nothing too serious.
One day our gym teacher gave us this homework assignment that would count for extra credit if we finished it for the test. Not too shabby in my opinion. It was just a simple sheet too – something one would fill out before class and still get by. After gym I was talking to Ashley and she commented how difficult it would be. Thinking she was kidding I just laughed and agreed. Saying goodbye I continued onto my next class.
After school ended I was driving home from school when my cellphone rang. Looking at the screen I noticed it was Ashley. Flipping it open, I put it to my ear.
“Hey Brandon, what’s up?” She asked.
“Oh not too much, just driving home – how bout yourself? Was school alright?” I replied
“Yeah it was great. But I was wondering if you’d like to come over and work on the gym homework together?”
“The homework? Hahaha sure sure. Cause it’s going to be difficult!” I laughed into the phone.
“Ya I know. How bout you meet over here at 3:30? You’re not too far from me are you?” She questioned.
That’s when I realized she was serious. But it was a gym worksheet, it couldn’t take more than five minutes. Being a teenager with my hormones raging, and constantly being horny, I thought of the possibilities of working together at her house… possibly alone. “Yeah, sure, 3:30 it is. See ya then.”
“Alrighty, bye Brandon,” she cooed.
As soon as I got home I took a quick shower, trimmed up the downstairs (I heard she was a wild girl, and wild girls seem to love cock), and put on some nice looking clothes other than the uniform. After looking up her address in the directory and getting directions, I grabbed the worksheet and ran out the door to my car.
About ten minutes later I arrived at Ashley’s house and rang the doorbell. Her little sister open the door and asked what I wanted.
“Um, hey I’m Brandon – I’m here to work on some homework with Ashley.”
“Oh. I’m Jessica. She’s upstairs, last door on your right.”
While I walked in a took a long look at young Jessica. I had heard that Ashley had a sophomore sister, but I hadn’t actually seen the girl yet. I wish I had. She’s small but long blonde hair (to her lower back) blue eyes, light skin also, and good sized breasts. Not as large as her sister’s, but most likely some of the best in her class. When she closed the door I glanced down at a shapely ass, much more down there than Ashley even. Jessica was definitely a looker.
I was interrupted from my thoughts by Ashley’s voice above. “Hey Brandon, come on up! Let’s get started.” Quickly I tore my eyes from her sister’s ass and looked up.
Ashley stood at the balcony with a plain white, tight t-shirt on, and a loose red skirt. From my angle I couldn’t quite see up all the way, but her long legs certainly stood out.
“Stop staring, come on,” she giggled with a grin on her face.
Kicking my shoes off I walked up the stairs and cautiously moved down the hallway until I found her room.
“Close the door when you come in,” she ordered while looking down at the homework.
Closing the door behind me, I looked at her very spacious room. Light colors on the wall, nice large bed, a red futon against a wall along with some bookshelves and her desk. Along another wall were two doors with a table in between with a TV on it.. Both were slightly open showing a closet and a bathroom. Reflected in the mirror I saw another door which seemed to open to her sister’s room.
Patting the chair next to her at the desk, Ashley told me to sit down.To spare the details we finished the sheet quite quickly, then moved to the futon to watch some TV.
“I thought it would be a lot harder than that. Are you able to stay a little longer? Watch a movie or something?” Ashley asked me.
“Yes sure, I’m fine here. What movie are you thinking of?” I replied.
Without a word she moved backward closer to me, took the remote and turn on the TV; pressed play; the DVD Wedding Crashers came on. “Good choice,” I commented while putting my arm around her shoulder.Throughout the movie we commented on an laughed at good parts. One of the most interesting was when all of the women were shown being thrown onto the bed topless.
“What do you think of them tits Brandon?” Ashley asked with a sly grin.
“Oh they’re alright. I’ve seen much better,” I replied, looking right into her eyes. I hoped she’d get what I was inferring.
“Is that so? (ya) Well you haven’t really seen them yet,” she commented, with eyes on the TV but her lower lip being bitten.
“Ah, you are correct,” I laughed.
At one point in the movie I felt her move a bit more, so I looked down at her. Sensing my glance, Ashley looked straight up at me and wet her lips. Turning my head slightly I went in are kissed her on the lips. The kiss started off slow, switching my attention from bottom to top lip – but then she opened up and her tongue found it’s way to mine. With the TV on in the background we continued exploring each others mouths. Tongues dancing, one arm around her shoulder bringer her in close, and another resting on her silky smooth thigh, I felt one of her hands cup my cheek while the other rested on the inside of my thigh, right near my crotch.
Getting in the moment, with my lower hand I slowly move it up her thigh, brushing the skirt up higher, slipping under her shirt, gliding up her stomach, tracing her breasts, then cupping her right one outside of the bra. With my thumb I rubbed her nipple through the material and applied slight pressure with the rest of my hand. While my thumb did it’s work I felt her hand rest on my stomach, press a little, then lower to my dick – rubbing it slightly through my jeans.
I break the kiss on the lips, then start kissing down her neck to her exposed collar bone.
“Oh god, mmmm, “ she hums out loud. “Hold on a sec, lemme take off my shirt.”
“Will anyone happen to come in?” I ask, slightly worried but wanted to continue.
“My parents come home from work in two hours or so, and Jessica is probably too busy talking to boys on the computer to care about us.”
I glance at the bathroom door, then return my eyes to Ashley and grin.
Smiling, she uses both hands and raises her shirt above her head, then tosses it to the end of the futon. Immediately I lower my head to her chest and start kissing and sucking above her breasts, while both hands grab a handful. While making my way around her boobs and in between I hear a slight sigh escape her lips. I put my left hand behind her back to her bra strap and look up at her to see her reaction. With eyes closed she nods.
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My fingers work quickly and her bra loosens up. When it does her hands start to raise up to pull the straps down her arm. I know she’ll have her job to do later, but right now is my time to please. My hands enclose hers and pin them onto her legs. With my teeth, I pull each strap to her upper arm – she giggles at this. Next I grab the middle of her bra with my teeth, right in between her beautiful globes. Releasing her hands I start pulling the cotton material from her body. “Hahaha you’re amazing Brandon!” She laughs as her bra is pulled completely off.
With a wink I toss the bra to the side and lean in again. Rubbing and pinching slightly, my fingers work her nipples. Tongue and lips trace the middle then rest on her left nipple. Now comes her moans. I worked each tit over quite a bit, leaving her nipple large and wet when I lean backward. Ashley’s breathing is quick, but not quick enough. Turning over, I kneel between her legs and take off my shirt. “Your turn?” she asks me.
“Not yet my dear,” I respond – my job is only partly done.
Hands rubbing the outside of her thighs, I lover my head and kiss my way up to her pantie-clad pussy – but only to stop just short on each leg. I take my right hand away from her thigh and rub the front of her pussy through the panties, her moan expresses approval. Using both hands, I grab her waste-band and pull up – and past her legs. There below me is a wonderful sight. Her pussy is shaved except for a small plot of turf above her lips, but trimmed nice and neat.
My hand push up her skirt, slide to her ass and pull her slightly toward me – then I dive. My lips kiss around her pussy, but I avoid her clit – that’s for later. I pay special attention her her lips, in and out, kissing around and around. Then my tongue reaches forward and explores, tasting and prodding around and around. Occasionally I spread her open with one hand or rub around a little. When her moans become more pronounced and her breathing increases even more, I stick my tongue as far up her I can. I actually have a long tongue on a side note, so I can bring a lot of pleasure.
Sliding in and out causes a loud verbal response from her. But oh is she not even close. After a few more plunges, my right index finger replaces my tongue while my lips wrap around her clit and my tongue starts flicking it. Finger probing in and out, lips sucking, and my tongue is tracing the ABC’s. (Good tip by the way. Saw it online and has worked very well.) Before I got to G, Ashley emitted a low grunt then a deep and long moan. “Ohhhh goooddddd. Oh jeezz. I’m right there, keeep going. Don’t stop!”
Stop? I hadn’t even thought of the possibility. Seeing as she was pretty close, I had two fingers into her pussy and start twisting my tongue around her clit while sucking even harder. Three seconds later I was rewarded (and Ashley).
“Oh holy god Brandon, I’m cumming!” The rest of her shout turned into a drawn out moan. I learned from a previous girl to keep licking and sucking, but only occasionally brush a girl’s clit in the middle of an orgasm. So I backed off a little as her hands clutched my hair and her legs squeezed the side of my head. Soon she rode it out and lay panting on the futon.
“Where the fuck did that come from? Oh my god it was amazing! Whew, Wow,” she finished with a laugh and an arm on her forehead.
“Glad I could be of service to you,” a proud grin outlined the words leaving my mouth.
With a deep breath, Ashley sat up and said, “Your turn.”
Quickly she rose to her knees then pushed me backwards. Flat on my back, she leaded down, kissed me on the lips and said, “That was amazing, not it’s time for you to experience amazing.”
She kissed down my chest (not amazingly muscular but it’s there) then unbuckled my belt and pulled off my jeans. Her hand slides up to my boxer-enclosed dick and rubs while biting her own lip. Eyes glued onto my bulge, she pulls down my boxers also – causing my cock to spring up and hit my stomach.
Her hands take turns rubbing up and down the shaft, playing with the head, and cupping my balls. With her kneeling between my open legs on the futon, Ashley has perfect access to whatever she wants to do. After a little bit of rubbing, she leans forward and lightly kissed my head, but keeps hers head down. I remember watching and reading about girls kissing the head of a dick and thought it was childish and pointless. But that little peck was the most erotic thing done to me. Until she extended her tongue to the base of my dick and licked all the way to the top, flicked my head, then lowered her mouth down half of my (7 inch) dick.
With a deep breath, I closed my eyes tight, rolled my head back and just enjoyed the feeling. Her mouth slid up and down. When it was up her hand stroked the shaft and her tongue swirled around and around the head. Then she would apply some suction. When her mouth was down her tongue rubbed the underside of my dick and her cheeks would suck in, grab the sides; then her lips would slowly rise off – tongue dancing the whole time. Up and down, the procedure being repeated (oh that glorious procedure). She seemed to stay around halfway down my dick each time she lowered her mouth, occasionally slipping past. But I didn’t expect her to deepthroat me this time or even take most of my dick. I was hoping for anything involving her and my dick.
My breath was quickening, and a tingling could be felt deep down. Soon I would explode. Her mouth rose off my dick at one point. She swallowed her spit, rested her eyes on mine, took a deep breath, then lowered back onto my dick. And continued to lower. I felt the roof of her mouth go by, then her sloping tongue, and finally my head touched her throat. Her mouth seemed to hold back the gag for a second. Then she raised her mouth up, and pushed back down. When I was all the way in, her eyes met mine again and I could tell she was smiling. Suddenly her whole mouth started vibrating. Tingles shot down my cock and reverberated in my balls.
“Oh christ, I’m going to cum,” I moaned.
After a second her mouth rose until just my head was between her lips, and she started sucking like no tomorrow. With a large inhale, I tiled my head back and let it out slowly. As I felt the white load travel up my dick, my eyes caught the bathroom door – and the face of her little sister peaking through. Oh crap she was frowning… wait, turn it upside down and she was grinning from ear to ear. With a grunt I unloaded six or seven shots right into Ashley’s mouth. By the fourth shot I closed my eyes until everything was calm. As soon as I was good I opened my eyes to see the doorway empty.
Looking down I saw Ashley raising her head off my dick. Looking at me, mouth closed, I saw her throat constrict then expand. She swallowed it all. Licking her lips she asked, “Amazing?”
“No. Incredible.”
Sitting up I kissed her on the lips. “I’m really glad we got this homework done,” I joked.
“Oh ya. I might need your help more often.”
“And I’ll be willing to give it,” I responded.
While I got dressed I kept glancing at the bathroom door but couldn’t see past her sister’s door. That was definitely her, but what will she do? Taking my worksheet, I kissed Ashley again and made my way to the car. Driving home I couldn’t get the images of Ashley’s pussy and her sister’s grin out of my mind.
The End !!!
One last interesting story for today - Title : To save her daddy’s life . Please Enjoy !!!
“You can see the problem, this storm out over the ocean,” the air traffic controller pointed to the weather map on his computer screen. Jim nodded, he could see the tight lines of the isobars indicating the deep depression and the arrows indicating high winds.
“The weather office reckons the storm will be here in about three hours. Down here at the airport it will be minus ten and wind gusts up to 50mph. Up in the mountains minus 40 and gusts over 80. It’ll be with us for about 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 a overseas university. He had intended 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 used the sale proceeds from his house to buy an elderly single engined Cessna. He specialized in flying tourists around the mountains on hunting and fishing trips, off trail skiing in winter and general sight-seeing.
Early on he realized 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 different people, a few were difficult but most shared his thrill of being in the mountains.
“Don’t worry Daddy,” his daughter gave him a hug. “We there are lots of other things we can do.”
He looked her. 17 years old, an elegant, confident young woman, but he could still see traces of child he had known all these years. He had fallen in love with her the first time he held her after she was born 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. Her mother’s long elegant legs and slim figure, but Vicki’s wavy dark 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 wind. Vicki was wearing a light skirt and blouse while Jim was in a shirt and shorts.
Joe, the air traffic controller controller saw the look of 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, you would have well over an hour’s safety margin.”
Jim was very safety conscious and 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 more than a year.”
They took off. The elderly Cessna had skis fitted for landing on the glacier and had been checked by the air mechanic overnight. Jim had been worried by some occasional slight misfires in the engine.
“Injectors mate,” said the mechanic who Jim hadn’t met before.”I fixed them so you’ll be fine.”
The Cessna climbed quickly and the 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 out out its valley over countless millennia. The steep rocky walls of the moraine towered on either side. At its widest the glacial walls were over half a mile apart. As it inched down its 12 mile length the glacial surface varied. In steeper places there were jumbles of ice and dark blue crevasses could be seen, but in other places it was 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 of snow covered ice.
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 in the back. The cold snow penetrated the thin shirt he was wearing.
“This is so lovely,” Vicki walked over to him and put her arms around her father’s neck.”I’m going to miss all our times in the mountains together.”
“And I’m going to miss you so much Daddy.” She hugged him tightly.
He 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 out you of here.” He smacked her on the bottom. “That will teach you to throw snowballs.”
They took off and headed to the main ridge 2000 feet feet above. Once there they could see the enormous black clouds of the approaching storm over the ocean. Jim banked the plane into a turn and headed for the airport.
“Shit,” he thought, he noticed that same misfire. Vicki without his ear for the engine didn’t notice. But she did notice when the engine cut out completely for a few seconds before spluttering into life.
“Daddy what is it?” Her eyes were wide with fright.
“Injectors. That fucking mechanic.” cursed Jim.
A minute later, another cut out. Jim’s mind was made up. He couldn’t risk the 40 minute flight, he 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 and by then we’ll be snowed in. We won’t be able to get you out until the storm’s over in three days”
Jim stroked Vicki’s knee. “Looks like a boring three days with your old man.”
“OK Joe, we’ll be fine. I’ve got the tent, sleeping bags and enough food and fuel for a week.”
Vicki was very anxious, but felt a little better knowing they had put the provisions for their trip in the plane the day before.
“Sweetheart, we will have a bit over an hour 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 a couple more misfires before he landed on almost the same spot as they had been half an hour before. They would have to take their chances out on the glacier. The valley walls were too steep for a tent.
They set to work with urgency. Although there were no sight of the storm clouds which were still hidden by the ridge, the wind was starting to pick up and the temperature was dropping.
Jim took a spade and started to clear the loose powder snow on an area about fifty yards from the Cessna which he had tethered to the ice.
Vicki unloaded their supplies from the plane. They each had a parka, not snow parkas but at least they protected a bit from the wind. But their legs were bare.
After 15 minutes Jim had cleared an area down to the hard packed snow and Vicki erected the tent. It was a dual cover dome and she easily set it up as she had done so many times before. The tent was designed for Antarctic blizzards and both were confident that it was up to the task.
As Vicki put their supplies into the tent Jim piled snow into a rampart on the windward side, packing it as he did so. This was to provide some shelter for the tent from the icy blasts that were coming.
As soon as she had finished putting everything inside and setting up their sleeping bags Vicki picked up the other spade and joined her father. The first of the storm clouds could just be seen over the ridge. The wind was picking up and lifting powder snow from the ground.
Frantically they both dug. It suddenly became darker as the clouds covered the sun. “Ten minutes,” thought Jim. He could see Vicki was feeling the cold and told her to go inside and make some soup.
It started to snow, the flakes coming almost horizontally in the strengthening wind. Jim was starting to shiver. The rampart was better than he thought they would be able to achieve, about three feet high, more than twice as wide at the base.
The height in the center of the dome tent was five feet and he had to stoop as he stood. Vicki had set up the two sleeping bags side by side, each on a foam plastic mattress. She was in her sleeping bag as she tended the soup on the burner she had placed on the ground behind her head.
The circulation was back in her feet. She had heated some water and bathed them with a flannel for a couple of minutes then wrapped them in half of the blanket before going into her bag.
“You look so cold.”
He took off his parka and lay on her sleeping bag as she put her arms around him in a bear hug. Then she showered his face with soft kisses.
“I’m so glad I’m here with you.”
Then she bathed his feet with hot water to bring back the circulation.
“That’s better,” she giggled as she kissed each foot. “Your feet are so ugly.”
He wrapped his feet in his half of the blanket and wriggled into his sleeping bag.
With the soup and their sleeping bags they both started to warm up.
“This is so snug. Did I do a good job setting up the tent?”
“You did wonderfully, Princess.” He stroked the side of her face. She held his hand there, then kissed it.
“This is so exciting.”
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But Jim was gravely concerned. First he cursed himself for placing his daughter at such risk. Then he was worried about the cold. The storm had hardly started and the temperature would drop a lot more. Particularly at night.
The tent was fine. It was hardly moving in the strong wind. If they had true alpine sleeping bags and thermal clothes they would be OK. But they only had their thin summer clothes and his sleeping bags were designed for lower altitudes where he always camped.
“If I’m going to be here three days, I don’t want this digging into me. No peeking.” Vicki sat up, turning her back to her father. She took off her blouse then her bra. Jim saw her beautifully straight back and just a hint of the side of her breast. She put her blouse back on, but when she turned to face him, Jim could see the outline of her nipples.
He didn’t know what to say.
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 she cuddled up beside 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 kept reading, but after an hour or so, he started to feel the chill.
“I’m starting to feel cold. 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 Dad.” He looked to see her reaction, hoping she wouldn’t be shocked.
But her face lit up. “Oh that’ll be just like when I used to snuggle in bed with you and Mummy.”
That was 10 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 fleeting moments, now he was facing three days of constant contact. However, it was into one sleeping bag or freeze.
Quickly he rearranged things. He took her foam 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 him. There wasn’t much room and he was aware of she 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, her bare legs against his.
“My legs are cold Daddy.” So he parted his legs and she slid one of hers between his. He 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 and kissed her hair.
“No, this is my daughter for heaven’s sake.” He forced himself to think of his last unfriendly meeting with his unfriendly bank manager. It didn’t solve the problem but it stopped it from getting worse for a while.
Gradually her shivering stopped and she 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 read to her for a couple of hours. 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 up to him at the party and rubbed her nubile young body against his. Jim had had to fight her off.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Well 14 year olds aren’t my scene and certainly not Sandy. The way she talks it would have been all around school in no time. And her dad 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,” Vicki whispered in his ear.
“Big deal,” said Jim, but was tingling from the touch of her lips.
“Guess who I voted for”
“Vicki, I really don’t want to know.”
“You, my lovely, sexy Daddy,” she whispered in his ear. Her breath and the touch of her lips on his ear sent a tingle down Jim’s spine..
“Victoria, I think we need to talk.”
“Shhhh Daddy.”
“You’re so warm and cuddly.” She kissed his face four or five times then cuddled, head on his shoulder, breasts against his chest, a bare leg over his..
The only distraction he could think of was to start reading again and for a couple of hours struggled to keep himself under control.
The storm was now approaching full force. The wind howled down the glacial valley. Their tent was firm, the top was buffeted but at ground level their tent was rock solid.
Something else was getting rock solid. Jim was in a quandary. The warmth and shape of Vicki’s body, her beauty and her affection and kisses had their inevitable effect. Fortunately he was on his back and her leg was on his thighs below his waist. Perhaps she was unaware of his erection.
“It’ll be dark soon. I’ve got to go out and check the tent.” He wriggled out of the sleeping bag and started to put on both the 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 heard the wind howl even louder.
She cut strips of blanket for him to wrap around his face and hands, but she was very scared and tears came to her eyes.
“Please, please be 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 started to say something.
“Shhhh Daddy.” Vicki put a finger on Jim’s lips.
The cold hit him like a blast freezer. The heavy snow flakes were blowing across horizontally. He reckoned that with the wind chill factor it was at least minus 50. His legs were bare and none of his garments provided real protection.
“One minute at the most, or it’ll be hypothermia.” He started counting.
He crawled on his hands and knees. It was impossible to stand in the wind and the rampart gave him some protection.
He quickly did his circuit. The tent pegs were fine. A little bit of a build up of snow against the tent side but the rampart was working perfectly. With a few swipes of his spade cleared that small build up.
By the time he was inside his count was up to 100. His teeth were chattering and he was shivering without control.
Tears came to Vicki’s eyes as she saw him. She leaped out the sleeping bag to take off his parkas and trainers as his fingers 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 him tightly to her kissing the top of his head. She was crying.
“You are so cold. I was so worried. I thought you had died out there.”
With a combination of maternal instinct and love of her father she held his cold face to her blouse covered breasts.
In his freezing, painful state Jim nuzzled into her, taking comfort from the soft warmth of his daughter’s body.
Slowly he started to recover. Vicki put his hands between her thighs to warm them, then returned her arms to hold him to her.
Almost fully recovered, he reluctantly left the comfort of Vicki’s breast and moved up the sleeping bag beside her.
He looked down at his daughter.
Some of the buttons on her blouse had come undone in their manoeuvres. Her left breast was fully exposed. She noticed him looking down adoringly at her body, her perfect nubile breast with its brown aureole and hardened nipple..
“All your own work. Or at least half is your own work.” Looking at him steadily and doing nothing to cover herself.
Jim felt events were getting out of his control. He lay on his back and Vicki snuggled in. This time he was conscious that it was a naked breast against his chest, that her bare leg on his was higher, almost to his crotch and he could feel her pubic bone against his thigh.
Physically he was in heaven, mentally in hell.
“Vicki, Princess, I think we need to talk.”
“Shhhhhh, Daddy” she put her finger to his lips.
“Dinner time,” he said, buttoning her blouse and pushing her skirt below her waist.
Vicki heated the stew while Jim worked on the sleeping bag that she was originally in. He unzipped it and then cut down the seam so that it could be laid out flat. Now they had an extra blanket for the night.
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