Knowing time is of the essence to get things safe for her and yourself you put away the thoughts begging to be revealed about taking advantage of her and fulfilling your dream of actually knowing your daughter in a more intimate way you start to clear a place to build the tent.
It is not too hard as the trees do offer some shelter but you know that means you will be harder to find when they send out a chopper to find you both.
As you pound the last stake in your daughter enters the tent dragging some of the supplies in to try and keep them dry, still limping from her bruised thigh which is becoming easier to see as it darkens.
You see her shiver with chills and go inside and hug her again, trying to warm her up with your own body heat. “I need to build a fire sweetheart, but you are racked with chills so let’s warm you up first.”
She says nothing just shakes next to you her thighs rubbing yours as you hold her, then you see the sleeping bag and let her go to go and open it. “Climb in sweetheart” you tell her as you unzip it so she can get inside.
Looking at you gratefully she removes the fishing vest, her breasts jiggle slightly in her bathing suit top when she gets down and slides into it.
You watch her as you remove your jeans, shirt and boots standing there in your loose boxers. Climbing in beside her you feel her chilled skin touching yours as you pull her to you.
“I am so c..c..old” she chatters as you put your arms around her and pull her tighter to you.
Zipping up the sleeping back you are both encased in its growing warmth as it reflects our heat back to us.
Taking her hands you place them down between your legs telling her that is the warmest place you have available as you clamp your thighs on them, her coldness making sure nothing is going to rise for a while there.
Her eyes are wide as she looks at you and shivers, her fingers jerking spasmodically between your clamped thighs rubbing your cock slowly back and forth. Slowly as her hands warm you feel the rise of your manhood and try as you might you know you cannot stop it from happening.
Caught between desire and responsibility you give in to…
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