(This story will stand alone without reading Rainbow Symphony first. A synopsis of prior events is woven into the early paragraphs. This tale involves a father-daughter relationship and a female-female encounter. It contains a variety of sexual situations. Please pass this story by if this is not in your area of interest. I thank several readers whose feedback inspired much that this story contains)
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Chapter 1
Eric Sorensen hit the garage door opener on the sun visor as he cruised down the road toward his house. He stopped at the mailbox, grabbed the contents and turned into the driveway. The automatic outdoor floods instantly illuminated the front yard and garage. The interior of the house remained dark. Those warm signs of home life had been absent since Karin left for the graduate school in the northeast. That was September, two months ago.
He was downright lonely. Until she was gone, he had no idea of how much he would miss her. Eric's beautiful daughter had slowly matured into a remarkable image of her late mother. She was a statuesque flaxen haired beauty. This hometown girl was as modest as she was stunning, a picture of sweet innocence.
Sitting at the piano bench during recitals at Moorhead State, the spotlight on her, she presented a striking silhouette. Her blond hair cascaded down onto her shoulders. Her bosom flowed smoothly beneath her blouse, her erect nipples marking the center of each breast. Her flat stomach accentuated her narrow waist. From beneath her short skirt, shapely silken thighs led to smooth calves, which met tiny feet, resting on the piano's foot pedals.
Eric had hoped Karin would do her advanced studies here in Minnesota at Moorhead State. But it was hard to justify turning down a scholarship at an Ivy League school. Father and daughter had had a brief discussion about choices, but this was a no brainer. The advantages of the move far outweighed the selfish benefits of keeping the family together for a bit longer.
He pulled the Jeep Wrangler into the garage, hopped out and walked to the kitchen door. As he entered, he was greeted by a melancholy "sound of silence". Simon and Garfunkel's lyrics had gotten the feeling of loneliness just about right, Eric thought. The hum of the refrigerator and the soft sound of warm air venting through the floor registers only accentuated the absence of human sounds.
Until two years ago, his family lived an idyllic life here in Northern Minnesota. Then came the dramatic change.
The Past
Eric had a developed a good business as a hunting and fishing guide. Theirs was a fly-in, fly-out service geared to an upscale clientele. It was tough work developing a following. He and his wife, Anneke worked hard, turning first time clients into faithful regulars. Eric was an excellent guide. Whether it was large and small game hunting, or winter ice fishing for big walleyes or lake trout, Eric almost always delivered a quality experience for his clients.
Anneke was a licensed pilot and also worked the hospitality end of the business. She did wonders with simple ingredients cooked over a wood burning camp stove, and was a skilled bartender at the evening pre-dinner get-togethers.
They made many single client trips, male and female. These were well-heeled executives getting back to nature, away from computers and cell phones for a few days.
Along with game finding know-how, Eric and Anneke, or Annie, as everyone called her, was a dynamic couple on another level. They were tall slim blonds of Nordic descent, looking more like brother and sister than husband and wife. They were both in their thirties when they began the business. Now in their early forties, they shared those rugged good looks that only outdoor living can provide.
Eric was muscular with a slim waist. His tight jeans encased powerful legs and a high rising well rounded butt. His torso displayed a powerful chest and tight abs through a snug t-shirt. Rough-cut denim cloth at his crotch could not fully disguise the powerful equipment beneath.
Annie had an athlete's body, with long slim legs, boyish hips with just a hint of feminine flair. She carried an ample bosom well, and usually wore t-shirts and sweaters that accented this feature.
Both were easygoing and had a practical attitude toward modesty. In close quarters, living in tents for up to a week at a time, shyness was not a virtue. On hunts, important body functions were not easily performed privately. Quick clothing changes due to weather conditions occurred often in wide-open fields. Because of Eric and Annie's open nature, regulars usually left their reserve at home and loosened up considerably. By the second day out, body exposure became commonplace.
Occasionally, a guest would make a sexual overture to one or the other. These weren't crude requests, but quiet offers, made with small gestures or eye contact. Eric and Annie would confide these incidents to each other in the double sleeping bag in their tent at bedtime. Neither liked the idea of separate liaisons away from each other. But in the close quarters of a small camp in the wilderness, they decided that with the right person, a threesome could become a possibility. Eric and Anneke were comfortable enough and secure in their marriage to consider this option. They felt that they could turn this prospect into an exciting reality.
Once decided, the option of a threesome with the right female came easily. A small dark haired beauty named Yvonne hired the Sorensons for a week of small game hunting in the wilds of northern Minnesota. A high-powered lawyer with an HMO, she left her husband baby-sitting the kids for few days to relax in a stress free environment. One night, a northern storm swept down from Canada. The air chilled quickly. The tent shuddered in the wind. The tent poles creaked. Yvonne felt lonely and vulnerable. She unceremoniously moved in with Eric and Annie. Soon the three of them were cuddled together in a two-person bag. Yvonne sandwiched herself between her hosts. What followed created all the warmth Yvonne had sought ...and more.
The male guests could be different. Most of them approached Anneke suggesting a private liaison after the trip was completed. Anneke politely declined, but acted flattered at the offer. There was no point in agitating a paying customer. Eric and Annie had decided it would be a threesome or nothing.
This new element added an occasional bit of spice to their trips, and actually drew this already devoted couple even closer.
It was then that their fortunes took a fateful turn. On a Sunday morning, one of the hunters in a party of four had an emergency call and had to return to Minneapolis immediately. Eric stayed with the rest of the group in camp. Annie flew off with the single client. The plane didn't reach Minneapolis.
No clear-cut cause of the crash was ever fully determined. The plane had plummeted nose first into a newly plowed cornfield. There was no fire. The impact was enough to kill the two on board instantly.
Insurance covered the cost of the plane and the client lawsuit. Life and business resumed within a month. There was a brief period of shock and mourning. Father and daughter held together remarkably well. Eric knew he had to stay focused. Karin needed security and stability in her life.
At least they had each other.
After Karin left for the northeast, a pall of loneliness blanketed the Sorenson house. At work, Eric seemed unchanged, perhaps a bit more reserved. He performed his duties well and pleased his clients as usual. When he was alone, away from camp, Eric retreated into solitude. He drew within himself, conjuring up twenty-five years of memories, daydreaming. When he was home most evenings, he dug out old photos and family videos, reliving the good times.
The Present
