Staying Warm In Daddys Cabin

I spent the morning doing my usual tasks, preparing for her visit. I chopped some extra wood and made sure the extra blankets and linen were all clean. I even checked and rechecked the damn generator that gave me so many problems over the winter. I didn't really need to do all this but I needed something to keep me occupied or my nerves would get to me and I'd be an anxious mess when my daughter arrived.

"Daughter". I tossed the word around in my mind.

Even thinking it to myself felt odd, much less saying it out loud. It is true, I had a daughter. She was 22 now, on a break from school and she was coming to visit me for some reason, but to be honest... I was never much of a father to begin with. I married young and because of that and... other reasons, it failed pretty quickly. I only stuck around a couple years, as long as I could, really, but I had to leave, for both our sakes'.

I now lived in a humble cabin upstate, at least an hour away from any major city or suburb. When I was 30 my aunt passed away and left me this little parcel and I've pretty much stayed ever since and that was about 10 years ago.

I try to live off the grid as much as I can. And on this mountain, its pretty easy. I prefer the isolation out here and I keep busy. The cabin does have some electricity but you can't always count on it and there's plenty other things to be done if you're gonna live out here. It's not much but it is a simple, quiet life.

That all changed, however, a couple of weeks ago when I got a letter from my my ex-wife, Iris. All it said was that she needed to meet and that our daughter,Sophia, was in some kind of trouble at college.

I met her at a diner down on the state highway about 20 minutes from me. She still looked beautiful despite the wear and tear of being a single mother. She was half Italian and half Greek and had long dark hair and olive/tanned skin. "I don't know what's going on with her." She started.

"Well, what happened at school?" I asked.

"She... she got into some fight over a boy. Like, a real fist fight. And there was... something about a professor. I don't know, she won't talk about it." She sighed. A waitress brought us coffee.

"A fucking boy, jesus-" I stopped myself.

"Between that and bad grades and her absences from class... its been recommended she take an 'academic leave' or whatever it is they call it."

I nodded. I could see now where this might go, even if I didn't like it.

"I was gonna send her to my parents on the east coast, but she says she wants to see you... for whatever reason." Iris sipped her coffee. We both knew I wasn't much of a father but those kind of barbs still had a sting to 'em. She must be very frustrated. Her eyes were red from worried tears.

"Well, yeah, ok. I'll take her on. You know I can't say no. I don't really know how I can help though. I'm not one who should be giving relationship advice..." She smiled at that. God, I miss that smile.

"Just... I don't know. Teach her some things, maybe? Take her fishing?"

"I'm sure that'll help." I said, sarcastically. I sipped my coffee.

"She's really been asking questions about you the past few years, you know? I know you guys are strangers but, she needs a father. She needs you. And I think, as long as you just show up and do your best...maybe you won't fuck it up." We laughed.

So, yeah, I guess I wasn't gonna be able to hide from her forever but I was still nervous. God, I hadn't seen her since she was maybe 12? 13? What kind of person is she now? I was curious, I couldn't deny.

I was dropping some potatoes into my stew when I saw her little blue car pull up on the dirt road in front of the cabin. I took a deep breath and wiped my hands on a towel. It was time. I set the towel down and walked outside, my heart pounding. I even tried brushing back my hair, as if it even mattered. Jesus, John, you're 39! You've got a paunch and grey hairs, what does it matter? Just the nerves, I guess.

I walked out and waited for her to come to a stop. Should I smile? I don't wanna look creepy... She bounced out of her car, holding up her phone and speaking into the front camera.

"Well, it doesn't look like much but I'm sure its super cute inside! Full tour is coming don't worry!"; She was talking to... an audience, it seemed. Oh no. She smiled and winked into the camera and then stopped recording. She was still looking down on her phone, typing something. I just stood there, unsure what to say. We haven't spoken in years, she wants to come up and visit and this is how she greets me?

"Hey, Soph-"

"Hey, Dad." She cut me off. She typed another second, then finally put her phone away. Are these how kids are now? "Sorry, I just had to upload that video." She looked around my small cabin. I got a good look at her. She did look a lot like her mother, with the same long, curly black hair and tanned, peachy skin. She had green eyes, though. What shocked me though was what she was wearing: a long, white dress that cupped her enormous breasts. Those weren't there last time we met. I had remind myself, shamefully, that this was my own flesh and blood and scolded myself for staring.

"Uh, yeah, well, this is it." I mumbled She wiped her bangs from her eyes and nodded. "You have any luggage?" I asked, not sure if I should go in for a hug.

"Yeah." Was all she said. I helped her with her suitcase as she gathered her purse and backpack form the car. I tried my best to avoid stealing glances when her breasts jiggled but her dress was so form-fitting and thin, I couldn't help it. I must be some kind of sick fuck for noticing these things, no wonder I was never fit to be a father. I tried to distract myself.

"So, uh, your mom says you actually wanted to come out here? She said you got into some trouble at school..." I trailed off, expecting her to answer but she didn't, not right away, anyway.

"I mean, it just seemed better than having Nana and Pop looking over my shoulder all the time, asking where I'm going or what I'm doing. Besides, I like the forest." She didn't say anything else as we walked inside. This was going to be a long, awkward stay.

I gave her the tour of my -now, our- modest cabin. There was a living room, complete with a fire place, one bedroom in the back and then then kitchen and sort of, parlor/dining area. There was also the bathroom, of course. We had plumbing but hot water was rare and we did have some electricity but it could come and go depending on the weather. She did not seem impressed, I'll be honest.

"I've seen New York apartments bigger than this place..." She walked around, eyeing my things: mostly just pictures of my family and knick-knacks. "Where do I sleep if there's only one bedroom?" She asked.

"Well, I figure you could take the bedroom. I've got a cot I can pull out here, by the fireplace." I figure she'd want some privacy, being a girl and all. But... maybe a real father might want to be able to keep an eye on her? I had so many doubts... How do real fathers handle this shit?

I walked her over to the kitchen. "I've got a nice beef stew going, if you're hungry. My dad's old recipe-" I had the pot on a simmer.

"Oh, didn't mom tell you? I'm vegetarian now..." She said.

In fact, she did not. That had thrown a wrench in things for me. Most of my meals had some kind of meat in them, especially fish. "Oh, well, I'm sure we'll figure something out."

"It's cool, I can just pick out the meat for now, I guess..." She was on her phone again. Yep, this was gonna be a long weekend.

My game plan for these first few days were pretty simple: Do some father/daughter outdoor activities and try to get her to open up about school and whatever else, and maybe try to impart some 'fatherly' wisdom. Or at least just listen and not be a jerk. You see this kind of thing all the time in movies, should be easy right?

Wrong! She basically kept to herself the first day, hardly even leaving her room or talking to me. At first, I thought going fishing might be nice but then I remembered she'd vegetarian.... so that wasn't gonna work. It didn't matter anyway, as she slept in most days. I thought she might like a hike at least -hell, she did say she liked the outdoors- but every time I invited her out she declined and usually did her own thing, which was basically be her on her phone. Or leaving the cabin as soon I as I came back in. No, nothing went as planned those first few days.

I was out behind the cabin one day, chopping some more firewood for that night. The sun was high and warm, breaking through that late winter cloud cover and so I took off my shirt to work. The warmth felt so rejuvenating on my leathery skin after that long, hard winter. I stopped when I heard some rustling in the tall grass just a bit further south. I didn't see Sophia leave, but I wasn't sure if it was her. I set my axe down and followed the trail down to see if it was her.

I followed the trail down toward the river I would sometimes fish in. I heard a voice. Her voice. It sounded like she was talking to her 'audience' again, sunnily chatting about something or other. She was by the pond that was back here among the tall grass. I peeked through the tall grass.

She was naked except for some laurels she made from local plants. She looked like a woodland nymph, her nude body lithe and warm in the sunlight, her large tits, while perky, had a natural weight to them, sagging down her curvy torso. I could see she had her phone on a tripod of some kind. She was twirling in the morning light and speaking to her camera again.

"I just love the sunlight here!" She giggled. "I finally feel like myself again!" I couldn't tell if it was a live audience or another recording. Kids can do all kinds of things with their phones now. I hoped it wasn't live but, as her father, neither seemed great.

I kept watching, I knew this was something private, obviously but the fledgling father in me thought maybe I should stick around a bit... just to make sure she's ok.. after all, that pond is deceptively deep and could be dangerous. That's what I told myself, anyway. But there was another, darker reason. A stirring I felt when she danced and her tits swayed and I caught fleeting glimpses at her bush.

"It just feels so natural, like this..." She trailed off and sat down on a small blanket she had laid out. She angled herself and spread her legs so she faced the camera and showed off her pussy. I couldn't see much, just the tiniest glimpse, enough to make me ache. I... haven't really touched a woman in years and though I know she's my daughter, I couldn't help it. She leaned over and I got a full view of her pretty, pink pussy. It was shaven and tidy in that golden morning light. She was like an angel.

"HMMfffff" She moaned as she started playing with herself, rubbing her clit and spreading her labia. She lifted her knees up, holding one of them to her chest, her tits jiggled while she squirmed on her back. I felt my cock brace against my pants. Her face became flush, taking on a peachy, bright hue. Her nipples hardened, aching to be sucked, licked-

I finally broke away. I shouldn't be seeing this! She shouldn't be recording herself doing this but I couldn't think of a way to get her to stop without making it obvious I was also watching. I got up quietly and walked on, back to the cabin. She was making videos it seemed. Maybe to send to a boy? I couldn't think at the moment, I just walked -and then jogged- back to the cabin. What was I gonna do?!

I was still erect when I walked back in. I left my shirt and axe in the back. I decided to retreat to the bathroom in order to "solve" my problem. I tried to think of anything else than what I'd just seen. I tried old memories of Iris, her mother, in our youth, I thought of the waitress at the diner, old flames, but it always came back to her. Every time I remembered her young body, writhing in the sunlight my grip got tighter. I relented in the end, letting myself imagine those green eyes piercing through me with lust...

The rest of the day went about as usual. I gathered up the firewood I'd left out there. Sophia came back around late afternoon just before I'd started cooking dinner. We were sitting down to eat some pasta andvegetables when I remembered that pond she was next to.

"Oh, by the way..." I started, trying to word it as innocently as possible. "There's a pond just south of here, you might've seen it-" She looked up at me, mid-bite, frozen. Seems like I got her attention. "I just wanted to let you know not to swim in there. It may seem ok, but it's deep and still- meaning there's all kinds of broken branches and stuff you could cut yourself on at the bottom...like beer bottles and stuff." Of course, it was me that threw the bottles in there years ago, but she didn't need to know that just now. "I'm just saying, if you want to go swimming, try the river." I chewed my food, pretending to be casual.

She swallowed her food and seemed to accept this without question... until she spoke up. "Did you... see me there today?"

"What? No, I-" I started but she interrupted again.

"Were you spying on me?!" She put down her fork.

"No, no, no! I'm just saying-"

"Everyone else seems so comfortable creeping on me, why not my own father!" She was angry now, wiping away blossoming tears. What was that comment about? Something to do with what happened at school?

"I just- I just thought I heard-"

"You heard me?"

"-Heard you talking and I thought I should tell you about the pond! Sophia, honey, I'm just saying to be careful around that pond..." She picked up her fork again and took another stab at some broccoli. I couldn't tell wether or not she bought it but I seemed to have at least gotten through on some level.

"Listen, I-" I started speaking without really knowing where I was going with it but I trusted myself. "I don't know what happened at school, and its fine if you don't wanna talk about it... I just want to make sure you're safe while you're here."

She pushed her plate back. "Look, we both know its too late for you to play 'father'. Just leave me alone and stay out of my business!" She stormed off after that. My face felt hot with shame and embarrassment. I don't think she completely bought it that I didn't see anything but my other feelings were genuine. I just wanted her to be safe while stayed. I thought about going after her but sat too long, deciding on what to say that it eventually was too late to say anything else at all. I decided to just go to sleep.

The next day she was up and out of the cabin before even I was. I was thankful for avoiding the awkward conversation we would have had but now I spent most of the day worrying about her. She was gone nearly all day. I spent my day inside, trying to read and smoke my pipe and tidy up. Some dark clouds rolled over in the afternoon, spoiling the few days of sun we'd had since she came. Must be an early spring storm.... or maybe a late winter one?

It started raining around 3pm and didn't let up. I figured the rain would drive Sophia in but when she didn't return after two hours, my anxiety only grew. She didn't pack many warm clothes and she surely didn't take any out with her this morning. Just before 5pm I decided to throw on my jacket and go looking for her. She might want me 'out of her business' but if she gets sick, Iris will kill me.

I checked the meadow and the tree line but saw no one. Of course, she probably went back to the pond just to spite me, so I checked there next and sure enough there she was. This time, I announced my approach by shouting her name nice and loud so she had time to put clothes on (though I doubted she'd be masturbating again here in this weather). I crested a hill from the opposite side of the pond and could look down on her.

She was in that white gown again but had been swimming in the pond. She'd been there awhile I guessed because her gown was soaked and clung to every curve and swell of that young, supple body. It was basically see-through and didn't leave much to the imagination. Her ample cleavage was so wet it had a sheen to it. Her nipples were hard and pushed through the heavy, wet fabric. I couldn't help but wonder how it'd feel to massage her slick skin. Her hair was also tangled and wet.

It's fucking pouring cats and dogs and this girl dives into a filthy pond, fucking christ. "Sophia, get outta there! Are you kidding me?!" I yelled.

She looked up at me with her big green eyes, "It's not even that bad!" She must have misstepped because she sank very suddenly. She bobbed up and down a bit.

"Come on, girl, we don't have time for-" But she continued to bob in the water and wave her arms around. I don't think she was joking around. That dress was probably stuck on something. I knew immediately what I had to do. I hesitated a moment, just a split second, worrying I might be wrong but... the price for being mistaken was too high. I peeled off my jacket, shirt, and pants and climbed down to the edge of pond, and then I jumped in.

Once in the water, I knew that I had been right. I lifted her up in my arms, getting her head above the water so she could breathe, "My dress! Stuck!" Was all she needed to say. Luckily I could stand straight up and be above the water, I held her close, getting my arm just wrapped around her hips, propping up under her ass. She turned and nearly toppled us into the water, her breasts pressed into the side of my face. Luckily, I remained focused.

"Hold your breath, I'm gonna try to rip it clear!" She nodded and we held our breaths and I dove back under the water. I followed the gown from her waist down her legs to the fallen branch that had speared it, pinning her in place. It was tough work but I tore her dress off from the hole and felt her move towards the shallow end. After she was clear, I surfaced and followed her.

We walked back onto solid ground. I was only in my briefs but luckily kept my shoes on. She in her gown and nothing else. Luckily it was far too cold for my body to betray me, though I still noticed her body. The ripped gown left a lot her legs and ass exposed. Her cheeks wobbled with her steps. I couldn't walk behind her the whole time, so I grabbed her hand and led after she gathered her things and we made our way back to the cabin. I decided to just leave my jacket and pants on that hill and collect them after the storm had passed.

The sky was dark grey now, illuminated only by distant lighting shearing the thick clouds and spearing the foggy mountains.

Though we were out of the rain, it was not much warmer in the cabin. I had to work fast. I gathered all our blankets and linens and things. "We need to take off our wet clothes..." I told Sophia. She only nodded, her teeth chattering with shivers. I peeled her out of the soaked dress, witnessing only for a moment her glorious naked body again. But I had to keep focused, I wrapped her in a towel and then again in a heavy blanket.

Then I took off the rest of my clothes and took a towel for myself, trying to dry off myself as quickly as possible. But instead of getting dressed, I feed the fire, which had gone mostly out since I left. And then I put down a number of blankets and furs and sheets on the floor in front of it. I went to grab the thin, old mattress from the bedroom and laid it on the floor along with everything else. "Get down, get warm." I told Sophia and she obeyed. I grabbed a sheet for myself and got down with her.

We were both so drenched still, I didn't think it would be a good idea if we got dressed just to get our fresh clothes wet. I explained this to Sophia but she only nodded. We laid there on the mattress in a heap of blankets and furs, trying to warm by the burgeoning fire. "I'm still cold..." She muttered against the the towel.

"I know, kid." I tossed another log in the fire and we cuddled. To my surprise she burrowed into me, resting her cool face against my bare chest. I wrapped my arms around her, finally able to rest. The shock of the cold and the effort in the water had made me suddenly exhausted. I let myself drift to sleep, listening to the patter of rain on the roof of the cabin.