Snowmageddon Strikes

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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"They say that there will be between 1 and 2 feet of snow," Mum said on the phone, "we think you ought to come and stay here. We are on a bus route and our road gets gritted, so more chance of being able to get out sooner. You're on a back road, your road could be frozen for days."

"Okay Mum, yes, I'll pack a bag, my works laptop and stuff. I can work from your home as easily as mine."

"Your Dad will come and pick you up. I am going to talk to Gran next, see what she wants to do."

"Okay Mum, it'll be nice to see Gran again too."

We said our goodbyes and I stood there trying to think of what I would need. Probably a week's worth of clothes, obviously my company laptop and phone and chargers as well as my own phone and charger. I hated my company phone it was a Samsung phone, and it was locked down as to what you could do. I absolutely only had it turned on when I was working. Today was Sunday and my work phone was switched off.

We were supposed to keep our phone on at all times in case the company wanted to contact us, but as they didn't pay us to be on call, I decided my phone would not be turned on if I was not in work hours. Quite a few of us were the same. Work did not know my personal phone number.

I turned my home heating on to constant, but dialled the thermostat down to just keep the house above freezing, I wasn't going to be there so didn't need to have the house hot, but I didn't want my pipes to freeze. Looking out I could see that the snow had just started and some of those flakes were huge. The weather people had been talking about it for days, and now, finally, here it was.

So often they forecast 'end of the world' weather, and it just never happened, and so most of us pretty much ignored them these days, but this did look as if it might deliver what they promised. I finished packing and lugged my case to the front door. I went around and checked that all my windows were tightly shut and locked, and my back door locked too. I just sat on my stairs waiting for Dad. After about five minutes I heard him pull up outside.

I opened the door and carried my suitcase into my porch and turned and locked my front door, making sure it was securely locked. I had left the landing light on, so from the outside the house wouldn't look empty at first glance.

"Hello Geraldine," Dad said as he grabbed my suitcase, "get yourself in the car."

"Hello Dad," I answered, how are the roads, probably all still okay?"

"Your road is getting slippery, but the main roads have been gritted and they are okay for now. Crumbs, your bag is heavy."

I laughed, "could be there for the duration Dad, you'll be sick of the sight of me."

"Never, not my baby girl," he answered as he shut the boot on my suitcase and got into the driver's seat.

"Right then," he said, "let's get this show on the road."

And even though the snow had only recently started, it was settling on my road, and I felt the car lose traction a few times. Even though I had passed my test, courtesy of lessons for my eighteenth birthday, I couldn't afford a car. I still went everywhere by Bus or Uber. That was okay. Greg, my last boyfriend had a car, a small Peugeot, but when we went out, we usually went by bus and came home by uber, his car waiting at my house, and usually he stayed over after we had gone out.

Greg had been a bit of a relief for me after Tim, the guy I went out with before Greg. Tim had the most enormous dick, it felt more like an entire arm inside me. Girls say they like a big dick, believe me, no, no we don't, not that big, and sadly Tim's only technique was to shove it in and shag, he had no concept of foreplay and when he had cum, he was done. I was still pretty inexperienced when I was with Tim, so I just figured this was normal.

Greg showed me a different way. He was nowhere near as big as Tim, and he liked to play before and after, and sex with him was much more pleasurable, something we could both enjoy. Sadly though, Greg was a bit of a dick and after a few months I finished it with him, and there we are, currently no one to pleasure my passages.

Just as I was musing about past boyfriends, Dad's phone rang, it answered on hands free so I could hear everything.

"Mum won't leave," my Mum said, "so I am going to go and stay there. Will you two be alright?"

"Hi Mum," I said.

"Yes sweetheart, we will be fine," Dad answered. "Don't forget your phone and charger. I guess we will see you in a few days."

The conversation went on with Mum reminding Dad what foods needed to be used first in the fridge, and to always keep a flask full of hot water in case power went out, and that the flasks were in the cupboard under the sink.

We pulled up onto the drive of my parents' house and Dad unlocked the front door and then went back to get my bag. I rushed into the house through the almost blizzard of snow, it was really swirling and was beginning to pile up against the garage and hedge. Inside I shook the snow off and made 'brr' noises, and then went through to the kitchen to put the kettle on and make tea.

Dad came into the house and shut the front door. "I'll take your bag up to your room," he said and I heard the bumps as he carried my bag upstairs. To be fair, I would probably have had to pay for excess baggage on a flight. I don't travel light.

I made some tea and waited for Dad to come back down, and no, I didn't fill a flask.

"Do you want to go and unpack?" he asked when he reappeared.

"No hurry dad, I have made some tea, let's go and sit in the lounge and drink our tea."

I passed him his mug of tea and followed him into the lounge. Through the window I could see the snow swirling and it was really coming down thick and fast. I can't remember ever seeing snow like this and snow this bad was really unusual for England. Yorkshire tended to get snow every winter, usually a few inches at a time, and it usually melted after a few days, this looked a bit more serious though. Global warming would probably be blamed, and they would make us switch something off to cope. I mentally tutted.

"Well then, here we are, on our own," Dad said as he sipped at his tea.

"Yeah, I know, oh well, at least I won't be on my tod in my house."

"No. No new boyfriend then?"

"No, not at the moment, Greg was a bit of a prat in the end, so I'm not really in a hurry."

"Well, it makes it easier here."

"What? Why Dad," I asked.

"Well, if you had been with him, or anyone really, you would have brought him with you and that could have been embarrassing."

"Embarrassing, why on earth would that be embarrassing?"

"Well, you know, when you went to bed, there would be noises I wouldn't want to hear. I would be embarrassed hearing them."

"Oh Dad, for goodness sake, I was never embarrassed hearing you and Mum, why you would be embarrassed hearing me is just odd."

"What? You heard us?"

"Yes, of course I did, and I watched."

"You did what?"

"When I heard you, I used to get up and watch through your bedroom door."

"Oh my God, I am mortified."

"I used to love watching your balls swing as you shagged Mum."

"Oh my fucking God." Dad went all red. "Daughters are not supposed to see things like that, oh my God. You saw everything?"

"Why not, it is only natural Dad. And yes, everything, I mean, you guys only left your side lights on, so things weren't as bright as they could be, and I was a few feet away at the door, but yes, everything, your balls, your dick, Mum's fanny, you going in and out, coming out and dripping on the bed, yes."

"Oh my fucking God."

"And once with Gran too."

"What?" I thought he would explode.

"Yeah, the boilers broke so they sent us home early. I walked through the door thinking I was home alone when I heard what I thought was you and Mum shagging, I crept up and looked through your bedroom door and realised you were shagging Gran. That was a surprise."

Dad was silent. I don't think he realised that I had ever seen him with Mum, never mind with Gran, and of course, Dad shagging his Mum is supposed to be a No No.

He was silent and sipped at his tea.

"You never said anything, about Gran I mean?" He asked.

"Why would I? Not my concern, I did find it fascinating though, I mean, you usually shagged Mum with her on her knees, but you were on top of Gran, did you always do her differently?"

"What? I don't think I want to talk about it."

"Oh, okay Dad, no worries." I said and finished my tea. It seems I had embarrassed Dad. "Anyway Dad, I don't have a boyfriend with me, so you have nothing to worry about."

"Thank God," Dad said.

I didn't tell him that I had hacked their security cameras and had watched them, Dad and Mum, and Dad and Gran, shagging on several occasions. Saying I had watched them through the door seemed a much more easy thing for Dad to accept. Dad had installed security cameras around the house, inside and out some years ago. The inside cameras were aimed at doorways and were designed to catch the faces of anyone that wasn't supposed to be there.

On an idle day I had tried to guess the password Dad had used, eventually I did, it was M4rie01, Mums middle name is Marie, and then I found I could look at historic video that had been triggered and saved to the cloud. I went and slightly adjusted the camera in Mum and Dad's room so that it covered the bed more. The first one I saw was Dad wanking one day when Mum was at the supermarket. It was the first time I saw a real dick and it was fascinated, I couldn't stop watching. I had downloaded the video to my phone and I kept watching it.

I loved how the end of Dad's dick disappeared inside his skin, and how when he came his body went all stiff and he spurted into the air and gasped. It was so animal, so base. And then I started watching Mum and Dad shag when they went to bed, and then a few times I caught mum using a toy and watching how different she was when she came to how Dad was.

Eventually I tired of watching them, Dad shagged Gran whenever Gran was here and Mum was out, he always shagged her on her back, he usually shagged Mum on her knees. It all became a bit repetitive, and I gave up watching. I think I still have the video of Dad wanking though, I never erased it. I might watch it later when I go to bed, just for old times' sake.

Dad was quiet and looking down at the floor, I don't think he could face me, well, this will be awkward.

"Dad" I said "Dad, look at me."

He looked up at me and I smiled at him. "It is not the end of the world Dad, just forget it, it was ages ago, I have forgotten it all now, I never think of it, and when I think of you, I don't think of you naked, okay?" Which was of course a lie, once you have seen your Dad, naked, balls swinging, shagging, it is not something you can unsee.

Dad laughed. "Okay, I suppose, so. Anyway, dinner, do you think we will be able to get a takeaway delivered?"

"Oh Dad, do we really want to ask someone to come to us in this weather?"

"No, I suppose not. I can get some pies out of the freezer and we can have pie, chips and peas."

"That works for me," I said.

Dad sat back in his armchair and seemed to relax, good. I was wearing a turtle neck jumper and leggings and I was getting a bit warm in their central heating, Mum and Dad run their house a lot hotter than I do.

"I am just going up to change Dad, I am a bit warm. I dressed for the outside weather not for in a centrally heated house."

"Okay sweetheart, I'll make some more tea whilst you are changing."

I went up to my room and looked on my phone for that old video of Dad, it was still there. Dad laying on his bed, naked, his legs apart. His dick hard and sticking up above his balls which hung down between his thighs. He reached down with his hand and wrapped it around his dick and pulled his hand down, the skin on his dick moved and uncovered the inside end of his dick, the skin bunching up under his rim.

Dad had quite a big rim, bigger than Greg's, and the foreskin seemed to catch under it. Dad started moving faster and faster, sometimes his foreskin released and covered his end, sometimes it didn't. I concentrated on Dad's face as he wanked. He was gasping and his mouth kept open, I could hear his breath as his hand moved faster and faster his breath becoming more stilted and then he kept his hand down and his sperms spurted out of the end of his dick, three spurts, each a little less than the previous, Dad gasping loudly as he finished.

Was he still the same I wondered? I would watch the security cameras tonight after he had gone to bed and see if he still did it the same, or even, if he still did it. Perhaps he had slowed down and didn't wank as much or even at all, he was old now, fifty something. I put my phone down and stripped to my bra and knickers. I flipped open my case and found a polo shirt and a skirt, that would do, plenty warm enough for in the house.

I went back down and found Dad still in the kitchen, he was looking out of the window, "there's several inches out there already and it is still coming down," he said.

I grabbed my tea and went out to look, everywhere was white, the snow was sitting on everything and was piling up against the side of the fence a bit, although the wind did seem to have died down and now the snow was just falling and laying where it landed.

"Everywhere is so quiet," I said.

"Yes," Dad answered, "I think the snow dampens sound, but also, you can't hear any traffic."

"I guess everyone is staying at home, I mean, it is a Sunday, so most people would have been home anyway."

"That's a good point," Dad answered. "I've got the pies out, let's just go and drink our tea."

"Okay," I said and we went to the lounge, me on the sofa again, Dad opposite in the armchair, it was easier to talk facing each other than sitting side by side.

"We can always watch TV if you like." Dad said.

"No, you're fine, I don't tend to watch a lot of TV to be honest, I tend to watch reels and stuff on my phone."

"Okay, I'll grab my laptop, phone screens are too small for me," Dad said.

"You might think of getting an iPad for when you are sat here and don't want to grab your computer."

"Thing is, I like a keyboard."

At this point I shut up, Dad is pretty much set in his ways, so I'll leave him to his laptop. I put my buds in and hit the reels, but for some reason they weren't really doing it for me, and then the power went down so, that meant no internet, and no heating.

"No tea for us till the power comes back, unless I go outside and fire up the BBQ."

"You're not going out and doing a BBQ in a blizzard Dad, don't be so daft."

"I'll come and sit next to you, I'll grab a blanket first, we can huddle together and keep each other warm."

"Okay Dad," I said.

Dad went off and grabbed a blanket from some secret blanket stash that they have and then came back in and sat next to me and put the blanket over us both.

"Do you have torches or candles for when it gets dark?" I asked him.

"Yes, on the kitchen table. And matches for the candles."

We sat huddled together on the sofa under a blanket, and eventually the house cooled down and our faces began to feel cold.

"I had expected the house to keep warm longer than this." Dad said.

"You do have left all the doors open Dad, so, I guess the house is going to cool down quickly."

"True, when the heating comes back on, I'll make sure all the unnecessary doors are closed and stay that way."

We sat on the sofa under the relative warmth of the blanket for a couple of hours, and then I had a thought.

"Dad?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Isn't the oven Gas?"

"Oh. I'll go and warm the pies."

Dad eased out from under the blanket and went off to the kitchen and I heard the clangs and clatters as the pies and chips went in the oven. Would he put the peas in a casserole pot and heat them in the oven too? Only time would tell, around twenty five minutes of time I reckoned.

I mulled things over as I lay under the blanket, but one thing kept coming back to me, images of Dad shagging Mum, his balls swinging between his legs, his dick entering and leaving Mum's fanny. It made me feel funny and I sent an exploratory finger between the legs, I knew before I explored, but I needed to check. I was absolutely sodden. My God, what was up with me?

"Pies are cooked," Dad called, "It's a bit warmer in here with the heat of the oven. I managed the peas too."

I reluctantly, but with a growling stomach, left the blanket and ventured into the kitchen, and yes it was a lot warmer. I shut the kitchen door behind me. Dad had left the oven on and its door open and pulled the table nearer. It was almost like a camp out, but indoors.

"No gravy, but the pies have gravy in them and the peas are wet, so it should be okay." Dad said as I sat opposite him.

"Thanks Dad, it's hot and smells great." If only I had filled the flask when I made the tea we would have boiling water and could have made gravy. But I didn't so we couldn't.

I looked past Dad and into the garden, it was difficult to judge the depth of the snow, but it was really deep and still falling. Snowmageddon they had called it, and this time I think that they were right.

"I have to tell you something," Dad said as we got to the end of our pie, chips and peas, my stomach filling and my body warming.

"What's that Dad."

"When I was sat opposite you I could see up your skirt and your knickers didn't quite cover everything."

Oh, well that was embarrassing. I am not sure how I felt about Dad looking at my fanny.

"Oh."

"And I am embarrassed to say I looked, several times. I could not stop myself."

"It is just a fanny Dad, half the world has one." That was a bit hypocritical of me considering the number of times I watched the video of Dad pleasuring himself.

"Yes, but of all those fannies, only one belongs to my daughter."

What could I say? Nothing really. I am not even sure I blushed.

"Well, you can't see it sat next to me Dad, especially as it was hidden away under a blanket."

"Yes sweetheart, but then I knew it was closer. Much closer."

Oh goodness, what was he thinking? I knew what he was thinking, he was thinking how much he wanted to be inside it, inside me, how much he wanted his dick sliding inside my love tube. I bet he was getting hard even now just thinking of it.

"Maybe, but it was all tucked safely away Dad."

There were no more words for a few moments, but I did notice Dad's hand under the table, I think he was making himself more comfortable.

"You have the advantage of me though Geraldine."

"What advantage is that Dad?" I asked

"You have seen me naked, seen me in action."

More than you know, I thought.

"Why is that an advantage Dad?"

"You can see me in your mind's eye, see my dick, balls, just with a flick of your memory."

"And why would I want to do that Dad?"

"Human nature."

He was of course right, but did I want to admit it?

"You said that you looked up my skirt and looked and my knickers didn't cover me, so I guess now we are even."

"Do you, did you, ever wonder what it would be like?"

"What would be like Dad?"

"To go to bed with me?"

"Oh."

"Only I read somewhere that girls fantasise about their Dads."

"Well, I didn't have to fantasise did I? I watched you shagging Mum and shagging Gran no fantasy needed."