"Oh wow," Standing at the top of the mountain, my stepfather Duke's hands on his hips. The wind whips his hair around his face as he looks out at the grand vista we've spent the last four hours working towards.

The first raindrop breaks through the swirling mass of grey clouds overhead and drops on my face.

After Mom passed away, to fill the emptiness in his heart, Dad fell in love with hiking and mountaineering. Little by little, I came to love it too. This was the fifth mountain Dad and I had climbed together, but before that, we never met extrem weather.

"that's beautiful, Daddy," I'm shivering as a huge wind embraces me and the sweat begins to dry. "But the storm seems coming soon."

"Don't worry," Duke says, putting an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into him. His chest is as hot as a furnace. I bury my face against him and breathe deep his musky scent. "We're going to be just fine. Just a typical afternoon Oregon spring thunderstorm. The most annoying thing about it is going to be setting up camp. IT's always worse when the earth is wet. Not that you mind getting muddy, I know."

"No, Daddy, not at all," I coo, nestling even deeper into his protective hug. He was right. At long as I had him, there was nothing I needed to worry about. After all, this was the man who had protected me through thick and thin throughout the years.

"Anyways, I'm saying that though we might not be in any danger, it might be best if we don't linger here at the top of the mountain when there's lightning."

I focus my eyes on Duke above me. He's peering down at me intently, his features unflinching even as raindrops prick his skin. He is really handsome. Years of outdoor activities have given his skin a tanned glow, and his blue eyes seem to see right into my heart. Every time he looks at me and smiles, I feel incredibly happy. I wish I could be with him forever.

"Hey Jenny, are you listening to me?" His voice makes me back to earth.

"Oh, I-I'm thinking How far is our campsite?"

"Not far," Duke says, turning and forcing me to turn with him. All around us, the mountain forest has grown eerily still, the living world hunkered down in preparation of Mother Nature's wrath. "Just another half-mile down the mountain."

"Now come on," he continues, his pace quickening as the rain begins to fall harder. It's clear now the storm is going to break any second. "If we hurry, we might just be able to make it before she really starts to come down…"

In the end, we have no such luck. Before we even make it off the peak of the mountain the sky opens up. Before we even have a chance to get out our rain ponchos an ocean is being poured on our heads.

"Daddy!" I squeal, my squeal turning onto a giggle as a clap of thunder sounds what seems like directly behind my shoulder. The rain is coming down so hard it's like we're walking underwater. I'm soaked to the bone, my sweat from before long washed away.

"Come on," Duke roars over another rumble of thunder. His hand is in mine now, pulling me along. The path we're on has turned into a river of mud, making our path down the mountain more treacherous than it already is.

By the time we get down off the peak and are a solid hundred feet from the top, the two of us are running, the packs on our backs jostling as we move as quickly as we can without losing our footing.

"My word," Duke says, stopping in the cradle of a massive pine tree that stretches up into the heavens. "What a storm!"

"You can say that again, Daddy," I say. "I've never been so wet in all my life."

"I bet so," Duke says absentmindedly as he looks around. The path through the trees has all but disappeared now, the earth one big vat of mud and fallen leaves and broken sticks and soaked, drooping ferns. "Hmm…"

"What is it, Daddy?"

"The campsite…" he says, turning a full circle. "It should be relatively close to here. Not that it matters, I guess. We can set up camp wherever we see fit. Just need somewhere flat."

"Hmm," I say, following his gaze. "How about over there?" It's the flattest spot I can see, an easily one of the driest, surrounded on all sides as it is by massive trees with a litany of leaved branches apiece. And from what I can tell, the ground seems at least a bit drier than the swamp we're standing in now.

"That's perfect," Duke says. This time it is he who shivers. Instinctively, I slip my arm around his back, through the gap between his shirt and his hiking backpack, and pull him into me. "We should hurry though. Neither one of us needs to catch hypothermia."

We came to a stop at the edge of the little flat clearing and drop our bags off our backs and set to fashioning our camp. It's difficult to do with the rain coming down, near impossible even, so that by the time we have just the frame of our tent set up, most every piece of equipment we owned is just as soaked as the two of us. Even so, not once do our spirits flag.

When he snaps the last hook of the tent itself to the frame, without a second's delay, he grans the rainfly and tosses it over the tent and begins to fasten it down.

"Okay, Jenny!" Duke yells over a clap of thunder so loud it's like it's coming from inside my own head. "Grab your things and get inside!"

Picking my backpack up from where it's leaned up against a tree, the entire thing soaked from top to bottom, I sling it over my back and bolt over to the open vestibule flap Duke is holding for me. He already has his bag in his hand and hurries in after me, zipping the tent flap shut behind him.

With our feet outside the tent itself, our bags hastily tossed in one corner of the small shelter, a pool of water already forming underneath them, we doff our shoes. Though our boots are supposedly waterproof, our socks squelch whenever we move our toes and we have to take them off too.

Piece by piece Duke empties his pack of belongings, each article of clothing he pulls out seemingly wetter than the last.

"Damn. I guess I didn't have it latched well enough. Not a single thing in here is dry. Well, that's not good."

As Duke is saying this, his teeth begin to chatter.

Though the rain is no longer falling on us and most of the chill of the wind blocked by the tent itself, with night coming I no longer need the thermometer to know it is indeed getting colder. Well, though I trusted Duke to get us through this, this wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.

"What about your sleeping bag? It should be good. That new sack I got you for it was rain resistant."

"Ah-ha!" I exclaim, untying my sleeping bag sack to reveal its dry contents. "You're right, Daddy! We're in luck! But…" My triumph fading, I lower the sleeping bag and look over at Duke. "… there's only one…"

Duke looks at the bag, looks at me. "Well…" he says, his eyebrow raising.

"Oh," I say, glancing down at the bag in my hand. "Well," I giggle, suddenly and oddly excited. "we have to share one."

Duke says nothing. I don't know what he was thinking.

"So…" Duke begins. It seems neither of us know what to say next. "I guess…"

I unroll the bag and place it along the middle of the tent. "Yeah, we need to get warm, Daddy."

The two of us move towards the opening at the top of the bag, Duke beckoning me in first. But as I position myself and prepare to crawl in, I suddenly remember my soaked clothing.

"Daddy, I'm cold" I pointed at my wet clothes. For some seconds just sit there in the gathering darkness and look at Duke. My teeth are chattering and I can barely feel my toes.

He hesitated for a while, then sighs and finally says quietly. "Yeah, too much longer in these clothes and there was a real chance you'd catch hypothermia. How about that, I'll turn around and you get undressed and get into the sleeping bag first. I can hold on a lottle longer."

Seeing how badly he was trembling all over, I knew he was just putting on a brave face and lying.

"It's okay, Dad. Take your clothes off too. Let's get in together. If you keep getting soaked like this, you won't hold out."

The words were barely out of my mouth when it hit me—we were about to be completely naked, squeezed together inside the same sleeping bag.

My face flushed hot. But for the sake of survival, there was no other choice.

Duke still hesitated, standing there frozen. I grabbed his drenched sleeve and said softly,

"I really don't mind. Besides…you like holding me in my childhood. if you collapse, what am I supposed to do all by myself in the mountain?"

Duke looked at me and finally nodded.

He puts his back to me, his great shoulders jerking as shiver after shiver runs through him. Though I'm still unsure about what we're doing, I don't hesitate but begin to get undressed immediately. I was just too cold now.

When I took off my damp pants and shirt, my fingers were already frozen stiff that it takes me nearly a full minute of fumbling before I fumbled to remove my sports bra and panties.

"Okay, Daddy," I say, cutting myself off this time as I slip into the sleeping bag. I slide in as deep as I can go, sighing as immediately I feel the warmth envelop me. "Oh my god, this is so nice."

"Okay, Jenny. Close your eyes now."

I do as he says, my back to him. As he undresses, I listen to the wet squelch of his clothes and his gasps and sighs as he peels the soaked fabric from his body. My heart was race.

He's your stepfather. YOUR STEPFATHER. Don't thinking much.

"Okay, J-Jenny," Duke says. "I'm ready."

"Okay, Daddy," I say, my body tensing as I feel him move closer to me. "It's quite warm in here."

His hand on the edges of the sleeping bag near my shoulder, he pauses.

"Are you sure this w-w-won't be weird, sweetheart?" he whispers. The rain has all but faded into the background.

"Why would it be weird, Daddy?" Unless you're thinking the same sort of thoughts I'm thinking.

"Okay, then. Here, here I ccome."

Thus pulling open the sleeping bag and positioning himself so his feet will go first, he slides himself in.

"Ooh!" I gasp as I feel his legs slide down my back. It's a tight fit, and with his back to me, there' no way he can avoid touching me from the minute his feet disappear.

"Am I cold?" he says, his voice thick as he slides deeper. "Freezing. Hurry, Daddy, before you freeze to death. You're colder than a popsicle."

He chuckles. He's halfway in now, his lower back against my shoulders. He has his hips tilted forward so no part of his lower body except his feet are touching mine.

"Brrr," he says, shivering. Hands planted on the floor of the tent, he gives himself a final shove, his feet now twisted around mine."

"Ahh," he sighs, his back wiggling against mine. "I'm so much warmer already."

"Yeah." I murmur, all too aware now of how close he is to me.

Unable to stop myself from thinking of how close his cock is to me, I feel myself grow warm between the legs. Without needing to slide a hand down there to see, I know I'm as wet as can be.

We lie there in silence for several minutes. Though soon enough we've both stopped shivering, for the most part I'm still frozen through and through, both my hands and feet numb.

"Daddy?" I whisper when I can no longer take the discomfort.

Even though we've only been lying here together some five minutes, our backs pressed together, night has fallen in full, the world around us nearly pitch black. Of course, I know this is in part due to the storm that is slowly but surely starting to die outside.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Duke whispers back. "Are you still cold?"

"I'm frozen, Daddy."

"Me too."

I nerved myself and said, "I think it would be better if we faced one another. That way we could actually wrap ourselves together and…"

"That's...weird, if we're facing each other…my…" He trails off, the embarrassment in his voice.

"I don't think that would be weird at all, Daddy."

I laugh, doing my best to sound as nonchalant as I can though I'm as nervous as I've ever been.

"Oh Daddy. Desperate times, desperate measures. Come on, let's try it."

And before he can say another word, I flip over. As the front of my body slides against his back, we both involuntarily let out a groan. In an instant, my nipples are rock hard as I feel another wave of wetness slide down my walls.

"Come on, Daddy," I say again, surprised not only at my words but that I also slide one arm around my father, my hand to his chest. Again, we both draw in sharp breaths.

Even as I tell myself this, my hand is pulling at Duke, slowly but surely forcing him to flip over. When he finally does give in and roll onto his back, I see immediately why he's been resisting me so hard despite it being him who suggested us turning around.

He has an erection.

My dad wants me, like I dreamed. The one who shouldn't have this feeling for me reallly did want me.

It's so hot, so fobidden, so horny.

"I'm sorry, Jenny," he stammers.

Without thinking, I threw my arms around him tightly, pressing my breasts firmly against his chest and hooking my left leg over his.

So close—close enough that I could feel his hardness pressing against my lower abdomen.

"Jenny," Duke says, "what are you doing?"

"Daddy, you're warm..."

"Jenny," he breathes, a shiver passing through him from head to toe. "Jenny, you shouldn't be…"

"Daddy," I whispered. "Hold me. I'm cold,"

My fingertips are right at the top edge of his pubes. The root of his cock is no more than two inches from my grasp. I know because I can feel the heat emanating off of him. This close to a man. I had never before been this close to a man.

Without thinking too much, I slide my hand down the last few inches and wrap my finger around Duke's cock. It's as hard a steel rod in my hands, thick and pulsing with blood.

He gasps, his entire body trembling. "Jenny-"