The wind whipped across the plains, cutting through to a person's soul as it passed. Coats, hats, gloves, none of it was enough to keep out the biting cold. And heaven forbid your house had any cracks in it.
... Ours did.
Our home was a plain little farming house atop a hill that overlooked all of our fields. Sure, it might sound majestic, but then I would say to you that you know nothing about farming.
This was the winter of my eighteenth year, and it was just my father and I left to tend the farm as my mother had died some years before from cancer. Dad and I continued on as the best we could with him working the fields, and me taking care of the house and chores, but there still just weren't enough hours in the day to do everything that needed to be done, and that included repairing those annoying little cracks in the walls that were now letting this biting wind to blow right through the house.
"Shelly," my father called out, "I'm going to grab the last of the firewood."
"Okay, dad. Be careful," I replied as I took a roast out of the oven. My parents had had me late in life, and my dad was now 58-years-old, and though he was as strong as an ox, I still worried about him any time he did anything the least bit strenuous.
We were running low on firewood, and it was going to be a cold night without anything in the wood burner. I had pulled out all of the blankets and flannels I could find, but it still wasn't going to take off that 'bone chill' we were feeling.
"Shelly, we've only got 3 logs left. I just haven't had a chance to chop any wood lately with all of the field work I've had to be doing. I can do some tomorrow, but that isn't going to do us a whole lot of good tonight."
I was getting cold just thinking about how frigid it was going to be tonight in my bed, but I kept a brave face on so my father wouldn't feel bad about the lack of wood. "Well, dinner is ready and hot, that will help us warm up some, and I've gotten out all the blankets, so we should be okay."
Dad smiled at me, but I could tell it was forced. He felt like he had disappointed me.
I stepped out of the shower, fairly certain I had used all of the hot water that ever existed on Earth. Luckily I was a late night shower person, and daddy was an evening shower person, so I could be greedy with the hot water.
As I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, and stepped over to the mirror to wipe off the steam.
While I was blow drying my hair, I swayed back and forth to the music in my head, studying myself in the mirror as I continued in my tedious task. I allowed my eyes to track down my developing curves, my growing bosom, my protruding hips... I reached up and undid the towel that was covering me, letting it drop to the floor.
I gave a small smile as I looked at my naked body in the mirror. I hated to come off as conceited, but I was definitely starting to look like a mature woman with all the parts in the right places. I knew that a lot of the boys at school wanted to have sex with me, and I had sex with Billy Richardson, but somehow I just knew he wasn't that good.
It was the teachers at school that intrigued me. They always looked so, I don't know, wise; like they might know what they were doing as opposed to someone like Billy.
After admiring my own shapely form for a few moments more, the cold finally started to creep through the steam, and I knew it was time to get some clothes on pronto.
I was awake, and it didn't seem there were enough covers in the world to keep me warm. Even under my down comforter I was shivering, and I couldn't stop. As this went on, I decided there was only one option.
Hoping out of bed, I immediately felt the cold of the wooden floor making its way through my wool socks, and I quickly hoped from throw rug to throw rug for just an added extra layer of protection from the cold floor. I made my way down the hallway to my father's room and cracked the door open barely an inch before I heard, "Shelly?"
"Hey, dad. I'm freezing, and I was thinking..."
"Sleeping together? Crawl on in, I had the same thought."
I smiled and quickly made my way over to his bed, and hoped in. The difference of two bodies under the same cover was almost immediately perceptible. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek in thanks, and we quickly settled in to try to get some sleep.
I had no clue how long we had been asleep when I awoke again. This time it wasn't the cold that woke me up, but the feeling of a body pressed against my back.
Apparently in his sleep my father had rolled over and started spooning me. I could feel his body heat against my back, down to the curve of my ass. It wasn't unpleasant in the least as I enjoyed the heat.
Wiggling backwards, I pressed harder into him, trying to see just how much of his body heat in to myself when I suddenly felt it. There was no mistaking the shape, and I could definitely tell that my father's penis was erect and pressing into the cheeks of my ass. While a part of me wanted to quickly scoot away, another part of me, the curious part, was enjoying it.
It was large, maybe 8" in length, and girthy. I had seen it before, by accident, when he was getting out of the shower and I had walked in on him. At that time he was flaccid, and it just hung between his legs, so it was difficult to tell just how big he would be when he was hard, but that hadn't stopped me from masturbating furiously that evening thinking about it.
I wiggled my ass ever so slightly, wanting to get just some clearer idea of just how big it was. Even though I had only ever felt one other, his seemed pretty large from the ones I had seen in various books, magazines and videos. It made me smile feeling it pressed against me, even if was through his sweat pants and my own.
Moving just a bit closer, I pressed as hard against as I could, enjoying feeling such an impressive cock pressing against my tight, teenage ass. I smiled just a little, and bit my lower lip, thinking this was it would feel like to lay in bed with some of the teachers in school I had thought about.
Very slowly and carefully, I slipped my right hand inside the waist of my pants, and crept down to my pussy. After seeing the girls in Billy's hidden porn magazines, I had shaved off all my pubic hair, leaving just a bald slit that made it easy for me to slip a finger in to.
