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He spasmed and shot his hot cum into my mouth. It surprised me and instinctively I swallowed when it hit the back of my throat.
"Ughhhh." He groaned. "Holy shit that was intense"
I giggled, I couldn't help myself. I gave him one last suck as he began to soften, and let go of him. It was my turn for some satisfaction.
Just as I was about to speak, I heard the snow crunch as the sound of a vehicle approaching broke the silence.
"Fuck!" "Shit!" We both said out loud, as we scrambled from the bed and began pulling our clothes on. We dressed in record time, nearly falling over one another, laughing as we both tried to exit the bedroom simultaneously. We peaked out the front window and found Isabelle and my father pulling up through the deep snow in her Jeep.
"Act normal!" I hissed as I opened the front door. I waved at them, and they both became animated. Isabelle jumped from the Jeep, and made to run up to me, but instead she fell face first in the snow with a small holler, and rolled over laughing in delight.
"I am glad to find you! Is so cold! Let us go back now. We have worried too long." Her voice seemed to be swallowed by the snow, it sounded mellow and muted. We ran for the Jeep, giggling and pushing one another in the snow.
My father didn't say much, other than that he was relieved to find us. But the look he gave me, let me know that we had much to talk about. Shame began to well up inside of me, but I found it easy to push aside. The Jeep was warm, and I found my eyes became heavy as that warmth penetrated me. I let it.
The winter passed, and spring tickled our memories, reminding us of warm days to come. The snow melted and fresh blossoms appeared on the trees. My father and I had still not talked about that day I ran away in the snow. But we had not had much opportunity. Aunt Isabelle doted over us both, and Jesse was always close on my heels. With the months that had passed, I no longer had to clean and dress my Dads wounds. The bandages on his chest were no longer necessary, though he still suffered from pain.
It felt like we had drifted apart during these long months. With no chance for intimacy, physical or verbal, I felt like we drifted away from one another. I told him this, during one of our few private moments, and begged of him to move us to the cabin. I think he saw the desperation in me, as I could see the hardness of his jaw line soften, and his eyes take on a different light.
"You've been in there, only the bedroom and kitchen are serviceable." He said, a tentative cast to his voice.
"It's fine, we can make do…" I told him trying to kindle the flames of our love. I moved in for a kiss, and not just a peck as had become customary. He turned his cheek to me, rejecting me. My anger was quick to alight. Before I could speak, he hung his words in the air before me, quenching my flames.
"You're right…" he spoke with raw emotion in his voice. "I've done nothing but mope and feel sorry for myself. " he looked at me, really looked at me. "I want nothing more than to be alone with you."
I melted, all my anger drained from me, and with it my ability to mitigate my emotions. I threw myself at him.
"Daddy… " I sobbed. "Let's go to the cabin, I will get Jesse to help us finish it."
He patted me on the back as I lay against him. "Ok… I will talk to Isabelle tonight."
And so it was that our time at Aunt Isabelles had come to an end. I reminded Jesse, many times, that we were just a small walk away, and that he had promised his labor to fix up the house. But he still worried over our separation and it gnawed at me as well. I had never been so close to someone other than my parents. We shared an intimacy that extended beyond just our shared secrets. In the end, he understood, he and I both needed time alone with the people we had fallen in love with. As neither of our loves could ever know of one another's incestuous sins.
The first week at the cabin was delicious. It felt great to have some freedom. Dad wasn't able to do much of anything physically, though his wounds no longer required bandages, he was unable to move much physically. But there was a lot I could do. I took to teasing him with my dress, I would wear just panties and a shirt and take every opportunity to show him beneath the shirt tale. My sexual promiscuity finally got to my father as he prompted me to call the doctor about physical therapy. He wanted to heal so we could play, and nothing ever made me happier.
We went into town the very next week for his first physical therapy appointment. Dad seemed to regain a lot of his spirit as hope for a full recovery blossomed within him. I began to realize that all these months, I practically had ignored him in favor of my own self pity. His excitement was intoxicating. After his first session, he talked about his dreams for us, plans for our future and for his recovery.
Arriving back at the cabin, his energy turned predatory, and his hands were everywhere on me as I helped him to the door. He was exhausted, and wilted once in the bed, but I didn't let that ruin our fun.
For the first time since the accident, I placed my lips around his cock. I worked it with my tongue and hand, enjoying the taste of him. I found that the length of him was pleasing, and my throat inviting. His groans and exclamations of pleasure were passionate and loud. I paused for a moment, saliva on my chin, and looked him in the eyes.
"I missed you Daddy." I choked back tears, and then choked back him.
He was hairy, understandably , and it tickled my nose, which made me giggle. I tried to giggle, with him in my mouth, instead I gagged slightly. He burst inside my throat at that moment, and his cum shot down my throat, I gagged again and it came back up my nose. I whipped my head back l, stifling my gagging, embarrassed I looked at my Dad.
His eyes were scrunched closed, and his body spasmed. I quickly wiped his cum from my face, and leaned back down to clean the length of him with my mouth. God he tasted good. I had missed him and was glad to have him back.
"Your turn…" he said to me, slowly scooching down the bed. I didn't hesitate I crawled past the length of him carefully, and straddled his face. I could only see the top of his head and eyes between my legs, and when his eyes met mine, he closed his mouth around me. I spasmed violently from the ecstasy of his attentive mouth. My voice seemed to call out my pleasure with reckless abandon. I placed my hands on the headboard, the sunlight from the window in front of me felt warm and satisfying on my naked breasts.
His tongue swept inside of me, and back out to tease my clit, the pressure inside of me began to build. I knew I was near to cumming and I could feel my wetness grow. It had been so long, with so many teases and no release. As the pressure became paramount and I stepped over the edge to bliss, I screamed out to the heavens. My eyes previously clamped shut, opened as I bucked like a bull rider on my dad's face. My back arched as he tickled my asshole, and I glanced up to see Jesse, outside the window, staring at me. Dad stuck his finger inside of my asshole, and nibbled the hood around my clit, his teeth gentle but firm. I came again, bracing myself, my eyes locked on Jesse until I could keep them open no more. I fell forward, exhausted and spent, wanting for all the world to sit back up, but I didn't have it in me to do so.
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