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25
I took the lighter with a disapproving look, but I was busted. She knew I took a hit occasionally so there was really nothing I could say. I got the fire started, and Natalie took a seat on the couch while we waited for the stove to heat the room. I went and turned off the oven, and used my daughter’s lighter to get the pilot light lit on the water heater. Natalie cheered when she heard the device roar to life.
“Yay! Hot showers!”
I brought her still wet clothes out to the living room and hung them as best as I could from shelves, curtain rods, and whatever I could find near the woodstove. Then I went and stripped out of my clothes and wrapped up in a comforter like Natalie had done. I came out and hung my clothes too, trying to keep the comforter from hitting the floor as I did so. By the time I finished, the room was starting to get warmer. Pretty soon, it would probably be pretty comfortable.
“When do you think we’ll be able to try for the car?” Natalie asked.
“I’m not sure yet sweetie. More importantly, when do you think you’ll be able to try for breakfast?”
The rest of the day passed pretty pleasantly. Sure, we were stuck, but with no TV, no phone, no Internet, and none of our daily routine around us, everything was new and fun. Natalie made us some oatmeal and dried fruit for breakfast, and set some dried beans and rice to soaking. For lunch it was some chunky soup. Luckily the owners of the cabin had it pretty well stocked with canned and dried goods. We took hot showers, and we found a cabinet with Costco packages of paper towels and toilet paper, so we were now indoor bathroom enabled, thank God. We got dressed when our clothes dried; and found a few books, a deck of cards and a couple of board games, so we were pretty much set. I found myself not minding the situation at all. My brother was probably a little concerned, but he also probably figured we’d holed up in a hotel for a while because of the storm. Even though we hadn’t called, he wasn’t one to panic easy. My whole family was like that. Don’t worry until you know there’s a reason, as my Mom used to say.
As night fell we stopped feeding the stove. We’d agreed that we would stop putting logs in after sunset, and that when it got too cold we would retreat to the bed to stay warm until morning.
“So…” Natalie said as the stove began to go cold around eight o’clock. “How about a nightcap?” I looked to her and she was holding her little bag of weed and a small steel pipe. She grinned and I laughed.
“Yeah, okay.” I said, “What the hell, you’re a big girl now.”
“Yeah, you should know.” She said with a wink, and loaded up the pipe. In moments the room was filled with the pungent scent of marijuana.
Natalie’s stuff was pretty good, and we had a couple of bowls each, which was just right. Everything got a nice soft edge to it, and I was happier and more relaxed than I’d been in some time.
“It’s nice to see you smile so much.” Natalie said.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
“And why shouldn’t I smile? I’m with my favorite girl.”
Natalie beamed at the compliment and then leaned in and gave me another one of her soft kisses. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She said when our lips separated after a couple of seconds. I was going to get addicted to those kisses pretty soon. At home, all I got were little pecks on the cheek.
“I’m getting cold, Daddy. Are you ready for bed?” I stood up and took her hand, and led her into the bedroom.
I stripped down to my underwear, and Natalie to her panties. She had just hooked her thumbs in the waist band when she looked up and saw me handing her my shirt.
“Oh. Actually, Daddy… can we just sleep naked again? I don’t want our clothes to get too stinky and… well it felt really good, the skin on skin. You know?”
I hesitated, and she took my shirt from me and tossed it in the corner. She pulled her panties down and stood in front of me naked. Her nipples hard and her eyes large and dark. I think any willpower I may have had to do what I knew was right was probably extinguished right there by looking at her perfect, perfect body. No artist in the world could have sculpted a more delicious tribute to the glory of youth, or to that magical age when a child became an adult. My little girl was breathtaking.
I slid my boxers down my legs, not caring that my cock was growing right in front of my baby’s eyes. I took her hand again and pulled her down with me beneath the covers.
We held each other for a few minutes while the sheets warmed, my cock rigid and pressed up against her belly. Then Natalie kissed me on the mouth again, the marijuana we’d had enhancing the flavor and texture of her lips to a degree I’d never felt before. I was intensely aware of every inch of her body. Of her smooth leg wrapping around the outside of my thigh, of the yielding of the flesh of her breasts against my hard chest.
I felt her mouth open, and I slid my tongue into it, where it danced deliciously with hers. Our breathing became ragged and deep as we tasted each other’s mouths. My hand began to trace circles on her firm back, and she pressed herself into me tighter, her tongue deeper into my mouth.
With gentle pressure from her hand, my little girl rolled me onto my back, and she straddled me, my cock pinned between my belly and her incredibly wet pussy.
Softly, my daughter began to grind her clit on my shaft as we continued our sinfully deep kiss. I wanted so bad to rock my hips, and let myself slide into her depths, but I couldn’t let it go that far, I couldn’t.