[This story is about a choice a daughter makes and how she makes it happen. I put the story in Incest/Taboo so I won't offend as many people as if it were in Erotic Couplings. BTW, the stream is in Colorado.]
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As often as I can I go fishing. I have four special places I like to go. They are all beautiful, peaceful and never crowded. One place I go is the secret place my Dad showed me when I was fourteen. As I stand in the stream playing my fly line out time after time I can think about whatever and often I remember the special times I had with my Dad.
In October I had a weekend off and I let my wife and daughter know I was going fishing. I had the "Honey-Do" list handled and no social engagements scheduled. Soon the snows would come and, for me, the fishing would be over until spring. My daughter, Victoria, helped me pack my truck and asked if I wanted company. She didn't know that I knew she had a date for Saturday night. I was honored that she would offer to cancel the date to come with me. I told her I needed some alone time but soon we would spend some special time together. She asked where I was headed and I smiled and said, "Dad's spot."
She smiled. The weekend after she turned eighteen I had taken her there for the first time and shared Dad's secret place with her. From the time I was fourteen, my Dad and Vic were the only people I had ever seen at our spot. My wife liked to camp but didn't like fishing. She had never gone to the spot because she knew I'd stand in the water all day and she'd be bored. I worked hard to make sure I went camping as often as I went fishing. I love Bonny and love camping with her. Before Vic was born we camped often and slept naked in our little tent. After Vic was born we still found ways to sex up a camping trip.
Now, when I was going fishing, Bonny always made the night before the trip an exciting romp in our bedroom. "Just a little something for you to think about when you're standing in cold water." She would say as I was dick deep in her hot, wetness.
Vic kissed my cheek as I opened the door to my truck and said, "I love you, Dad. Please be safe."
I promised her I would, told her I loved her, waved at my wife standing in the doorway to the house and drove away. On the drive I thought about what a lucky man I was. Great job, great wife and daughter, beautiful place to live, and a private fishing spot.
I parked less than a quarter mile from the stream, set up my tent and campsite down near the stream, and got ready to wade into the stream to fish. The air had the crisp smell and feel of winter coming. It was still morning and the temperature was about forty-five degrees. The sky I could see through the trees was bright blue and a slight breeze was blowing in from the west.
My first cast floated through the air downstream about thirty yards and just as the fly was about to touch the water a trout came out of the water and took it! I set the hook and the dance began. My smile was wide thinking that this was going to be a great weekend! The trout ran away and then turned back. I reeled in the line at every opportunity and watched the pole bend as the trout fought to get free. It took time and I loved the contest and soon I reached into the very cold water to take hold of the fish. It was at least three pounds and beautiful, a fish to be proud of.
I unhooked it and let it go back into the water. Two seconds later it was gone. After standing for a few moments relishing the events I cast the fly out again. And, again.
Vic was helping her mom with a project Bonny was doing for the local hospital. My wife, Bonny, belonged to a quilting group that made and gave baby quilts to new parents. Three babies had been born in the last two days and Bonny was getting three quilts wrapped to deliver.
They talked and laughed as they got the quilts ready. Vic marked on the tally sheet the three quilts to be delivered. That made eighty-seven quilts the group had made and given that year. They got in Bonny's SUV and headed for the hospital. Vic turned on the local teen station and they listened to it as they drove.
In the hospital they delivered the quilts to the three families with new babies. Both Vic and Bonny held the newborns. Everyone laughed when one of the babies did her best to nurse from Vic. Her ample "C" cup breasts were too inviting a target to resist.
On the way home Bonny switched to her station on the radio. The news came on and the male voice said, "Looks like tonight is the night winter arrives. The National Weather Service tells me that it will start snowing at about six this evening and continue until Monday. Lows tonight will be thirty in the valley and mid-twenties in the surrounding mountains. We expect six inches of snow from this storm. Tomorrows highs will be thirty-five in the valley and thirty-two in the mountains. Bundle up folks!"
Bonny looked at Vic and said, "You know where Dad is, don't you?"
Victoria nodded.
"Drop me off at home. Dress warm and go get him. Take my SUV. I'll make a thermos of coffee for you to take with you."
"OK. While you make coffee, I'll call Carl. We were going out tonight."
"You want him to go with you?"
"No. Tonight was going to be our last date. He has been seeing someone else."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
Twenty minutes after they parked at home Vic was back in the SUV and headed for me. She had dressed for winter. Silk long sleeved undershirt and leggings, her Levis, hiking boots, long sleeved shirt and heavy jacket. She strapped the thermos into the passenger seat and headed for me.
I caught four more trout and was having a great time. Maybe it's a male thing, I don't know, but I didn't notice the clouds starting to arrive over me. I ate the sandwiches Bonny had made for me while I stood in the stream.
I heard the SUV and heard the door close when Vic got out. I turned and watched as Vic walked into view. She wasn't smiling. I thought something had happened between her and Carl. I waded out of the water and stood at the water's edge.
"Dad, a big storm is coming in. They expect snow and below freezing tonight."
"Ok. Nothing has happened yet. Let me get packed up and we'll head home."
The words were no sooner out of my mouth and the cold wet rain mixed with snow started falling. The wind picked up and quickly became a hard blow. I handed my fishing gear to Vic and started taking the tent down. I did the emergency take down. I pulled the stakes and carried the tent with my sleeping bag inside towards our vehicles.
Between my tent and my truck I needed to wade the stream. Earlier, when I had started fishing it had been nuts deep. As I waded in, carrying the tent over my head, it was six inches deeper and moving faster. I struggled and made it to the bank. One step later I lost my footing and crashed backwards. I threw the tent forwards as I went back into the water. Vic saw me fall back into the water.
The water was brutally cold and filled my waders and soaked me and my clothes making me weigh a lot more than when I'm dry. It was moving fast enough that with the extra weight and drag I was having trouble getting back up.
"Dad!" I heard her scream. Seconds later her hands grabbed my arm and helped me stand. She was as wet as I was. Out of the water I got out of the waders and saw that both of us were shivering. We carried the tent and the waders back to our vehicles. Once there I tossed the tent in the truck and said, "Follow me and we'll be Ok."
I opened the door to the truck and as I sat down we heard a crash. A sixty foot dead pine had fallen across the road. We weren't going anywhere!
Vic opened the back door of the SUV and put the seat flat. "Get the sleeping bag!" She yelled. I opened the tent and grabbed the double sleeping bag. We put it in the back of the SUV and then we got in the front of the SUV. I was shivering so hard I was having trouble even opening the door.
Vic finally got the SUV started and turned the heater and defroster on. She looked over at me as the heat started flowing and said, "We're screwed!"
"How much gas do we have?"
"Half a tank."
"We can survive until the storm ends. Then we can walk out and get help."
"The radio said it would last until Monday."
"Damn! I guess this wouldn't be the time to recommend we go skinny-dipping."
"We may freeze either way."
"We will if we stay in these wet clothes. Climb in the back and get undressed and into the sleeping bag. It'll hold in your body heat and you'll warm up."
She did as I asked. I watched the storm out the window. I didn't want to embarrass her by watching. I thought about looking, but I didn't.
"Dad, this is a double bag. I can unzip them and we both can have one!"
