The ocean could be an ugly, frightening place—that was the first thought that came to Tiffany’s mind when she reached the surface. The waves rose and fell about her beneath a flat, gray sky. It made her heart sink when she saw it, especially since the weather had been so good for most of that morning.

As she came up, her Dad surfaced right beside her. “Phew!” he said, blowing out a hard breath after pulling his breathing apparatus out. “I was wondering if you’d ever want to come back up!”

“But it was so pretty, though!” Tiffany said with a sigh. “I could’ve stayed down there for hours.”

“You would.” He smiled after pushing his mask up. “I could go for drying out a bit though. Where’s the rest of the group?” He turned around while asking, trying to spot the bright, ivory-colored boat that had brought them and another dozen divers out to the reef they’d spent most of the day exploring. The father and daughter were wrapping up their vacation, a surprise gift for her twentieth birthday and the first trip they’d taken together alone since her parents split up a decade earlier. Their diving trip was supposed to be a culmination of their overseas adventure together…but something had gone horribly wrong.

For several moments they both spun about in the water, trying to spot their group. But the boat was gone. The other divers, too, were gone. It was just the two of them surrounded by a vast, rolling plane of deep, dark water.

“Dad…?” Tiffany looked back at him with wide eyes and a sinking feeling in her belly. At the same time, the sky overhead roared and rumbled with the sound of a coming storm.

“Shit.” Dad looked down at the water, his eyes flirting back and forth; he was thinking.

“Dad?”

“Yes, Tiff?” He looked up.

Tiffany hoped she didn’t look as afraid as she felt. “What’re we gonna do?” she asked in a small voice as the water rose and fell under them.

“Let me think.” He closed his eyes, went silent for a long moment. Then they opened again. “How much air is left in your tank?”

She checked her gauge. “Another hour, I think.”

“We passed an island on the way here. It was…” He spun around, trying to spot something off in the gloom as more storm clouds rolled in. “I think I can still see it. Let’s make for that. Just don’t lose sight of me.”

Tiffany nodded, trying to swallow her fear back down. She put her breather back in when he did and they sank under the surface just as the rain began to fall. He pointed the way, and they started swimming.

Eventually they had to resurface when their tanks finally ran out. Tiffany could spot dark, lithe shapes far out in the water and her stomach turned to ice when she recognized them as sharks—what kind, she couldn’t tell, but the thought of them catching up was terrifying.

Luckily, the little island wasn’t far away. “This way!” he shouted to her, and they swam as hard and quick as they could. Their progress was helped by their flippers and the surf that seemed to rise against their backs, pushing them ever closer to the shore. The rain that fell on their heads was sharp and cold, and Tiffany shivered in her wet suit.

They reached the beach. Dad managed to stand, but Tiffany was so tired she crawled on hands and knees, gasping for air. The storm was so strong the rain fell in sheets on them, hard enough to almost knock her down as the wind howled and the thunder shrieked.

“We can’t stay out here!” Dad shouted. He managed to unfasten her harness, letting the heavy, useless air tank roll off her back and into the sand. After untangling her from it Dad helped her up and they stumbled together across the sand, pulling off their masks and flippers as they went.

“S-sorry, Daddy!” she said with a violent shiver. “Can’t… I can’t—!”

“Yes, you can,” he said, cutting her off. “We have to find shelter. Come on!”

It was so dark that Tiffany could barely see in front of their own feet. “Where?! There is no shelter!”

Dad didn’t answer. He made her keep walking, and for several more minutes the only light came from the lightning that streaked across the sky, bright and angry.

“There!” he shouted, pointing into the gloom. Tiffany didn’t know what he’d spotted, but she limped with him all the way up to a small opening in a rock face that stretched up into the gloom. Dad crawled in first and pulled her with him.

Dripping and shivering with cold, Tiffany hugged herself tight as Dad flicked on a flashlight on his wrist and swept it across the chamber. The walls were made of smooth, black rock that refracted the light like smoky glass. The room had a floor of thick, soft sand and it appeared to be uninhabited, thankfully. There was a curious scent in the air and a pale, glowing light over their heads.

Tiffany gasped. “Dad, look!” The ceiling was covered in a blanket of growth with bumps like tiny mushrooms. They were bioluminescent, giving off a soft, blue light.

Dad turned of his light. “At least we can see in here. And it’s out of the storm.”

“What’s that s-smell, though?” She took a deep sniff.

“Who can say?” He shrugged. “Just the mushrooms, I expect. It’s harmless.”

“S-so what d-do we do now?” Tiffany shivered in her suit, hugging herself tight. Crouching down, she blew out several sharp breaths but the chill seemed to sink right into her bones.

“I’m going to see how far back this cave goes.” Dad flicked on his light again. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“No, I’ll stay here,” she said, huddling in place while hugging herself tight, repressing another shiver.

He shrugged. “Suit yourself. Maybe you should get out of that cold suit. I’ll be back.” He headed further in, and the light grew further away, leaving Tiffany alone in the cold, blue light. His suggestion was surprising, but she didn’t feel brave enough to do anything like that.

The cave wasn’t too large, and she could see his light shining at the very back of it. “Tiff, come look!” He looking at the floor; something refracted the light back at him. “I can’t believe our luck.”

“What-t is it?” Tiffany followed after him, rubbing her cold hands together, trying to will herself warm.

“There’s a spring in here.” There was a small pool bubbling up at the very back of the cavern. As she came up behind him, rubbing her hands across her soaked sleeves to try and warm them, Tiffany watched him bend down, dip his fingers into the little pool and bring them to his mouth. “It’s fresh water, too.”

“Oh god, that’s amazing!” She went down next to him on her knees and cupped several handfuls of water, drinking them down with haste. The water was indeed fresh, but very cold and with a curious aftertaste, something she couldn’t place; it shimmered with the same blue light as the cavern’s interior. “Cold!” she gasped, “but good, too.”

“Now, we need to warm up,” Dad said. He began to unzip his suit. “Take off that wet thing before you catch cold.”

“Dad, no!” Tiffany protested. “I c-can’t do that!”

Her father has started to peel himself out of his suit, but stopped at her reaction. “Alright, honey, alright. Here.” After zipping his suit closed again, he stepped over to the sandy floor near the center of the cave and lay down. “Huddle up with me. We can try to warm up this way instead.”

Tiffany nodded quickly and crawled up beside him until her back was pressed to his chest. They were both soaked through and frigid, but the physical contact felt good all the same. She even pulled one of his arms about her waist before laying her head down.

“Better?” he asked.

“Better.” Tiffany shivered again, but whether real or imagined, she already felt warmer. “This is kind of nice… Thank you, Dad.”

“My pleasure.”

She yawned. “Is it okay to rest this way?”

“Yes, sweetie, it’s okay.” Dad lay his head down by hers; his breath was warm across her wet scalp. “We’ll get some rest and see how things look in the morning after the storm’s passed.”

“Okay.” She closed her eyes. “Remember all the camping trips we used to take years ago?”

“How could I forget?” he said with a chuckle. “Your mom said I was just spoiling you… Then she left, and took you with her.” He sighed.

Tiffany did, too. “And no more camping. I’m sorry, Dad.”

“It’s fine, Tiff. People grow a, it happens.” Dad slid his arms across her belly and squeezed her tight. “I’m glad you remembered them, though.”

Tiffany had always idolized her father, even after her parents’ divorce. They’d remained apart for such a long time, but upon reuniting after her eighteenth birthday she quickly remembered how she felt about him: his good looks, his swagger, the way he always took charge. It was comforting to have him there with her. She yawned again. “Dad?”

“Yeah, Tiff?”

“Wh… What do you think happened? Why would the boat leave us behind?”

“It was an accident, Tiffany, it had to be.” He spoke softly in the dark. “By now, they probably realize that we’re gone, but until the storm passes, there’s no way they can come look for us… For now, we’re on our own.”

Hearing him say it so bluntly made Tiffany’s heart start to race. “B-but…! How? How are we going to survive here?” She shivered and hugged herself even tighter. “Are we going to be okay? Is anyone going to find us?” Tiffany’s heart was pounding even as she felt herself become heavier and heavier as exhaustion crept over her.

“I don’t know, honey.” He hugged her tight. “But we will be okay. I promise.”

“Good.” She sighed again, but it was one of contentment and comfort. “Good…”

The world felt…different. Tiffany was so light-headed and removed from herself that she could almost look down on herself. Which could only mean that she’s fallen asleep and was dreaming.

The cave now felt incredibly hot, stifling and uncomfortable. Soaked with sweat, she watched herself roll over beside where her father lay. He was sweating too, panting heavily while his eyes were closed. They were so close together they felt each other’s hot, shallow breaths.

“Daddy…” Tiffany’s voice was soft and sluggish. She spoke like her mouth was full of mush.

Then, to her shock, Tiffany watched as she kissed her father, a hungry caress of mouths and soft lips pressed tight together. She’d never told Daddy how she really felt about him, all of the secret thoughts and feelings she’d kept to herself after they reunited—it was too risqué, too scandalous to even think about. Nobody would ever understand.

He moaned into the kiss, giving a hungry moan before grabbing the zipper of her suit and pulling it down. It slid down with a soft, rasping sound; seconds later, she was unzipping his suit, as well, and they were pulling at one another, each trying to peel the other out of the soaked, clinging fabric.

The wetsuits didn’t allow for any undergarments underneath, and when her breasts came free, Tiffany gasped with relief; when her ass finally popped free she moaned, a sound that vibrated in her ears. He yanked the suit off of her legs at last and threw it away. His suit came down faster and his cock was at full attention when it escaped, making Tiffany moan for a very different reason as his garment was discarded as well.

Light and darkness played across his chest and belly, but she could spot his cock in shadow, framed by a set of dark, graying curls. Her naked flesh broke out in goosebumps. Her nipples felt thick and tight from the heat. Her thighs trembled and her pussy was swollen, longing to be touched.

They embraced one another and kissed once again, but now it was a different sort of kiss: hotter, hungrier, and even more intimate than before. Their flesh slid along each other, limbs tightening together.

“Oh, Daddy!” Tiffany whimpered, calling him that for the second time. She hadn’t called him that since she was young; now, it came unbidden to her lips. As he kissed down her neck, she pushed a hand down between her legs, sliding a fingertip across her swollen clit—her hips jumped, bumping against his.

“I’m here,” her Daddy said. He was already stroking himself, just like she was. His hard cock strained in his hand, with the head looking especially swollen and tender, engorged and turned dark. “Now play with me, sweetie.”

“Yes, Daddy!” It was awkward, trying to stroke her little clit while also holding him tight, but in the dream it worked: they panted hard, gyrated their hips together, clung tight go each other and pleasured themselves. Her clit turned thick and swollen in moments, almost burning-hot to the touch, and the smell of her arousal mixed with the sting of their sweat and the salt in the air. Tiffany sucked it down and let her breath out again in a frustrated little whine.

Watching her father’s hand pump his own dick was both mesmerizing and incredibly arousing. Her breathing quickened and her climax was coming up fast. “Daddy! I…I’m gonna cum!”

“Not yet.”

“But Daddy—!”

“Wait, baby…! Wait…!” His panting was hard and labored as he bent his head, pounding his tight fist along his long, aching cock. Watching him do it made Tiffany whine aloud and curl her toes as she fought hard, holding back. Then he raised his head and groaned. “Now!”

“Ahhhh!” They cried out in unison, an echo of shared pleasure as they came together. That orgasm was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. It was stronger than any she’d ever had before. Tiffany closed her eyes tight as she came, bucking hard against him as she squirted all over her fingers and his thigh. She felt his thick ropes of jism shoot across her lower belly, staining her flesh.

When it was over they lay coiled together in the pale darkness, breathing hard, listening to the rain and to each other. Sweat slithered over every bit of their compressed skin. “Good girl,” Daddy whispered. “Such a good, good girl you are, Tiff.”

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