Kendra sat cross-legged on her threadbare mattress, staring at the peeling wallpaper that had long ago lost its fight against the damp of the city. Her dark hair fell in a curtain around her face, framing her deep brown eyes as they searched the wall for some semblance of meaning in the abstract pattern. The room was small, a shoe box in a tower of a thousand similar ones, and she had long ago run out of ways to make it feel like home.

"Hey, Kense," her father Will called from the other room, his voice muffled by the paper-thin walls. "You gotta see this."

Kendra sighed and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She had been daydreaming again, something she did a lot of these days. Dreaming of wide-open spaces, the quiet solitude of a place untouched by the honking horns and shouting that made up the symphony of the city outside their window.

When she entered the living room, she found her father, Will, with his nose buried in a glossy brochure. His eyes danced with excitement as he took in the images of snow-capped mountains and vast expanses of untouched wilderness. He looked up at her, the same spark in his eyes that she had seen in her mother's photos from their camping trips before she had passed away.

"Look at this, Kense," he said, holding out the page. "It's heaven on earth. Sixty acres of pure Alaskan beauty. Can you imagine it?"

Kendra took the brochure and studied the pictures. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw a cabin nestled among the trees, smoke curling gently from the chimney. It was nothing like their cramped apartment, but the thought of leaving the city she had grown up in filled her with a strange mix of excitement and trepidation.

"What's the catch, Dad?" she asked, her voice skeptical. Will had always been a dreamer, but this seemed too good to be true.

Will leaned back in his chair, a proud grin spreading across his weathered face. "I bought it," he said simply. "It's ours. The cabin, the land, all of it."

Kendra's eyes widened. "You're serious?"

"Dead serious," Will said, tapping the brochure with a finger stained with engine grease from his job at the local garage. "We're gonna get out of here, live off the land, just like we talked about after Mom passed."

The words hung in the air like a promise unspoken for too long, a beacon of hope in the grim reality of their lives in the city. Kendra felt a surge of excitement mingle with the doubt that had taken root in her chest. "But, Dad, we don't know anything about living in the wilderness. What are we going to do there?"

Will chuckled and patted her arm reassuringly. "We'll learn, Kense. Your mom taught me enough, and she taught you too, remember? We've got the summer camping trips in our blood." He paused, a wistful look crossing his face. "Besides, I've been saving for this. It's time we had some peace, some quiet. Time to breathe."

Kendra nodded slowly, her eyes still glued to the images of the cabin. It was a chance to escape the noise, the pollution, and the constant struggle of city life. To live a life her mother would have loved. "Okay," she murmured, feeling the weight of the decision settle on her shoulders. "Let's do it."

The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of packing, preparing, and planning. Will worked tirelessly to sell off their few possessions that wouldn't fit in the truck or serve them in their new life. Kendra juggled her last shifts at the diner with researching how to live off the grid and learning survival skills she hoped she wouldn't have to use. They bought supplies, tools, and seeds for a garden that would hopefully feed them through the long winter months. The cabin came with a few basic amenities, but they knew they'd have to build and hunt to truly thrive.

The day they left was bittersweet. The apartment, which had once felt like a prison, now held a strange allure of familiarity. The neighbors they had known all their lives, the bodega on the corner where Kendra had bought her first pack of gum, the park where Will had pushed her on the swings—it was all behind them now. They climbed into the truck, filled to the brim with their essentials, and took one last look at the city that had both given them life and drained them of their spirit.

The drive to Alaska was a journey of discovery and growth. The endless stretches of road unfurled before them like a red carpet leading to a new world. They talked and laughed, sharing stories from their past and dreams for their future. They saw sights that neither had ever imagined—mountains that seemed to touch the sky, forests that went on forever, and rivers that danced with the light. The closer they got to their new home, the more their excitement grew, the city's chaos fading like a distant memory.

The cabin was smaller than Kendra had pictured, but it was cozy, with a warmth that seemed to emanate from the very walls. The land was vast, with more trees than she had ever seen in one place. It was a stark contrast to the concrete jungle they had just left behind. The silence was deafening at first, a stark contrast to the constant background hum of the city. But as the days went by, Kendra found that she liked the quiet, the way it made her feel connected to something bigger than herself.

Their first week was a blur of unpacking, cleaning, and exploration. Will set to work on fixing the roof while Kendra tackled the garden, her hands digging into the rich, untouched earth with a newfound sense of purpose. They worked side by side, their laughter echoing through the trees as they discovered the hidden treasures of their new home—a babbling stream, a clearing perfect for stargazing, and a family of moose that would occasionally wander by, watching them with curious eyes.

The nights were cold, but the warmth of the crackling fire in the wood-burning stove chased away the chill. They ate simple meals of canned goods and jerky, dreaming of the feasts they would have once the garden was in full swing. Will taught Kendra to chop wood and clean a rifle, skills she had only heard about in stories. In return, she shared her knowledge of social media and technology, showing him how to stay connected with the outside world without it consuming their lives.

As the days grew longer and the work grew harder, Kendra couldn't help but notice the changes in her father. The manual labor was sculpting his body into something she had never seen before—his arms had grown stronger, his abs more defined, and his biceps bulged from the constant lifting and hauling. She found herself blushing when he walked by without a shirt on, his skin glistening with sweat in the soft light of the setting sun. Will was handsome in a way she had never allowed herself to see, the lines of his face carved by experience and the outdoors.

She knew she probably shouldn't be looking at him that way, but out here in the vastness of Alaska, the rules of the city felt a world away. It was just the two of them against the wilderness, no one to whisper behind their backs or cast disapproving glances. It was a strange, new kind of intimacy, born from shared hardship and a deep, unspoken love. They were a team, partners in a wild adventure that was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of work, Kendra decided to indulge in a little bit of rebellion. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky a canvas of pinks and purples, and the air was thick with the scent of pine. She slipped off her dusty boots and set aside her tools, peeling away her sweat-soaked clothes until she stood naked in the twilight. The thought of the icy water sent a shiver down her spine, but she knew it would be worth it.

Her bare feet whispered across the soft grass as she made her way to the stream they had discovered. The water gurgled and danced over the rocks, inviting her in with a sweet serenade. Without another thought, she dove into the frigid embrace, the shock of the cold washing away the grime of the day. Her breath came out in a rush of bubbles as she surfaced, her skin prickling with goosebumps.

She heard her father's voice calling for her in the distance, the sound echoing through the trees. "Kense! Kense, where are you?"

Kendra felt a sudden thrill rush through her. She was naked, vulnerable, and completely free in a way she had never felt before. The water lapped at her skin as she debated whether to respond. But the warmth of the cabin, the thought of her father's strong arms around her, and the need for companionship won out over her shyness. "Dad!" she called back, her voice carrying over the chilly air. "I'm down by the stream!"

Moments later, she saw him come down the trail, the moon casting his shadow before him. He stopped short when he saw her bare skin shining in the silvery light, and for a second, she wondered if she had made a mistake. But his eyes lit up with understanding rather than embarrassment, and she felt a strange heat bloom in her chest.

"You should join me," she said, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked. "The water's freezing, but it's so refreshing."

Will looked at her for a long moment, his eyes tracing the lines of her body, his breath catching slightly. Then, with a grin that made him look years younger, he began to strip down, his movements slow and deliberate. Kendra couldn't help but watch as his clothes fell away, revealing the powerful body she had glimpsed earlier. His chest was a landscape of muscle and scars, a testament to his life of hard work.

They waded into the stream together, the cold water stealing their breath away in unison. The current was gentle, urging them to move deeper until the water kissed their chins. They splashed each other playfully, the tension between them dissipating like ripples on the water's surface. Will's strong hands sent waves in her direction, and she squealed, her laughter bouncing off the surrounding trees. Kendra retaliated, her own hands finding their target on her father's broad back, sending him stumbling into the water with a shout.

The playful banter continued until her dad's eyes twinkled with mischief. He disappeared under the water, and she felt his hands graze her ankles. She shrieked and giggled, swatting at him playfully, trying to free herself from his grip. He surfaced, his hair plastered to his face, and grinned. "Gotcha," he said, his voice low and teasing.

Her heart pounded in her chest, not just from the cold water, but from the sudden, undeniable awareness of his closeness. She felt a blush spread across her cheeks as she looked up at him, the moonlight playing across his features, making him seem almost otherworldly.

"Daddy!" she giggled, her hands coming to rest on his broad, firm chest. The feel of his skin beneath her palms sent a jolt of electricity through her body, a sensation she had never experienced before.

Will looked down at her, the moonlight casting his features into stark relief. His eyes searched hers for a moment, the laughter on his face fading into something deeper, something more profound. "Kense," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Kendra's breath hitched in her throat as she felt the world around them slow to a crawl. The water between them seemed to grow warmer, the chill forgotten. Her eyes locked on his, she watched as his gaze traveled from hers, to her mouth, and back again. She didn't know what was happening, didn't know why she felt so alive in this moment, but she knew she didn't want it to end.

Without thinking, she reached up and placed her hands on his chest, the firmness of his muscles beneath her palms sending a thrill through her. "Daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling. Will's eyes searched hers, the playfulness from moments before replaced with something intense and unyielding.

The moon cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the stubble along his jawline and the desire in his gaze. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, and she could feel his heart thudding in time with her own. Then, as if a dam had burst, he lowered his head and captured her mouth in a kiss that was anything but fatherly. It was hungry, desperate, and filled with a passion that had lain dormant for too long.

Their hands began to roam, exploring each other's bodies with a newfound curiosity. Kendra felt her father's calloused fingers trace the curves of her hips, her breasts, her neck, sending waves of sensation through her that she had never felt before. She gasped into the kiss, her own hands moving to his broad shoulders, then sliding down his back, feeling the slickness of his skin in the water.

As the kiss grew more urgent, she moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer. Will's arms tightened around her, lifting her up, their bodies melding together in the icy embrace of the stream. The cold water was a stark contrast to the heat that was building between them, the sensation only heightening their desire.

But then, just as suddenly as it had begun, Will pulled back, his breath ragged. "Wait," he murmured, his voice strained. "Kense, we can't."

Kendra's eyes searched his,confusion and hurt mingling with the passion. "Why not?" she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "We're all alone out here, and I want this. I want you."

Her father's grip on her tightened, his eyes filled with a tormented expression. "It's wrong, Kense," he said, his voice strained. "You're my daughter, and I'm supposed to protect you from this kind of thing, not be the one to... to introduce it to you."

Kendra felt the sting of his words, but the passion that had flared between them was still too intense to be doused by guilt or propriety. "But daddy," she murmured, her voice low and needy, "you're all I've got. You're the one I trust more than anyone. And if this is what we both want, then it can't be wrong."

Her plea hung in the air, the tension palpable as Will's gaze searched hers. He knew he should resist, knew that crossing this line would change everything, but the desire that had been building for weeks was too powerful to ignore. He swallowed hard, his grip on her tightening, his resolve weakening.

"Please, Daddy," Kendra begged again, her voice a sweet ache that seemed to resonate through his very soul. "I need this."

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pulled herself closer, her bare breasts pressing against his chest, sending a jolt of heat through him. Her legs locked around his waist, and she reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair. Will felt his resolve. He wanted this too, more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He wanted to feel alive, to feel the warmth of her body against his, to fill the void that had been gnawing at him since her mother's passing.

He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth with a passion that was both fiery and gentle. Kendra moaned softly, the sound a siren's call that Will could not resist. Her hips moved against him, and he felt her heat, the promise of what lay between her legs. He slid one hand down her spine, cupping her firm ass and pulling her closer still. His other hand found its way to her breast, and he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from her.

Kendra's nails dug into his shoulders as she arched her back, pressing herself into his touch. "Daddy," she whispered, her voice a plea. "Take me to the cabin."

With a groan that was equal parts pain and desire, Will picked her up, the water dripping from their bodies as he carried her up the embankment. His legs were strong from years of manual labor, and he climbed the hill with ease, his eyes never leaving hers. The cabin loomed ahead, a beacon of warmth and comfort in the cold wilderness, but the heat between them was more potent than any fire.

Inside, the warmth of the wood-burning stove greeted them, casting a flickering glow across the room. The bear skin rug lay before it. Will set Kendra down gently, her legs wobbly with anticipation. The fur was soft and warm beneath her, a stark contrast to the coolness of the water that still clung to her skin.

He kissed her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire as they moved down to her collarbone. His beard scraped against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Kendra's heart raced as his mouth found her breasts, his teeth grazing her sensitive nipples. She gasped, arching her back to offer herself up to him fully. His hands were everywhere, exploring her body like it was a map he had studied for years but never dared to touch.

Her own hands roamed over his broad shoulders, his chest, and down to the waistband of his shorts. She fumbled with the button, the need to feel all of him overwhelming her. She'd never been with a man, and had never felt this kind of hunger before. The only touch she'd known was her own, solitary in the cramped confines of their city apartment. Now, with her father's rough hands on her skin, she ached to be taken, to be filled by the man she'd always looked up to, the man she'd always trusted.

"Wait, baby," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. He stilled her trembling hands, gently pushing them away. "Let me make you feel good," he said, his voice thick with need.

With a nod, Kendra allowed him to part her legs, the fur of the bear skin rug tickling her thighs as he knelt before her. His eyes searched hers, seeking permission, and she gave it with a soft whimper. His gaze dropped to the apex of her thighs, and she watched as he took a deep, shaky breath. His rough fingers traced the soft skin of her inner thighs, sending shivers through her body. She felt the heat of his breath as his mouth hovered over her, and she couldn't help but gasp when his lips finally made contact.

"So pink, so wet, so perfect," Will murmured, his words a gentle benediction against her sensitive flesh. Kendra's eyes fluttered shut as she felt his tongue flick out, tasting her. His touch was tentative at first, exploring her folds with gentle laps, as if savoring a delicacy. His beard tickled her skin as he moved closer, and she could feel the roughness of his stubble against her tender mound. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that had her back arching and her hips rolling in time with his mouth.

"Daddy," she gasped, the word slipping out unbidden. Will's eyes darkened at the sound, and his pace quickened, his tongue delving deeper. She could feel herself tightening around the intrusion, a coil of pleasure winding tighter with every stroke. "Please," she whimpered, unsure what she was asking for but knowing she needed more.

His daughter's plea seemed to spur him on, his eyes never leaving hers. Her father kissed her again, his hand moving between her legs, his finger seeking out her entrance. He slipped it in, feeling how tight she was, and she gasped at the intrusion. It was a strange sensation, one she had never experienced before, but it filled her with a hunger that only grew as he began to move it in and out, gently stretching her.

"You're so tight, baby," Her father murmured, his voice filled with wonder. "Are you a virgin?"

Kendra nodded, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "I... I never found anyone I wanted to be with, Daddy. I've been waiting for someone who... who made me feel safe."

Will's eyes searched hers, filled with a mix of pride and lust. "My beautiful girl," he murmured, his voice a warm caress. He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue delving into her mouth as his finger continued to explore her slick folds. She was so wet for him, so ready, and the thought of being her first filled him with a primal need to claim her.

"It's going to hurt at first, baby," he warned, his voice thick with emotion. He didn't want to cause her pain, but he knew it was unavoidable. Kendra nodded, her eyes never leaving his, her trust in him absolute. She could feel the tension building within her, a coil of pleasure that was reaching it's peak.

He lowered his head once more, his tongue flicking against her clit with a rhythm that made her toes curl. The sensation was exquisite, like nothing she had ever felt before. Her body began to tremble, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the heat of her orgasm building, a wildfire that threatened to consume her.

Will's finger moved in and out of her, matching the tempo of his tongue. He knew just how much pressure to apply, how to angle his strokes to hit that magical spot that had her crying out his name. The sound of her pleasure was music to his ears, and he reveled in the power he had over her body. His own need was growing, his cock straining against the fabric of his shorts, but he was determined to make her come first.

"Daddy, I'm going to... I'm going to..." she panted, her body trembling under his touch.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against her skin, his voice a dark growl of satisfaction. "Come for me. Show me how good my little girl can feel." His words were a heady mix of love and lust, the dirty talk rolling off his tongue as easily as the sweet nothings she had heard from her friends' boyfriends.

"You're so fucking wet, Kense," he whispered, the vulgarity sending a thrill through her body. "Your pussy is begging for me, isn't it?"

Kendra nodded, unable to form coherent words as her body trembled on the edge of climax. "Yes, Daddy," she gasped, her voice a breathy moan.

"Tell me how much you want it," Will demanded, his voice a gruff whisper against her skin. "Tell me how much you need my cock inside you."

Kendra's eyes flew open at the explicit words, but instead of feeling repulsed, she felt a fresh wave of arousal crash over her. "I want it, Daddy," she moaned, the words slipping from her lips like a guilty confession. "I need you."

"Fuck, you're so hot," Will growled, his control unraveling with each passing second. He stood, his shorts pooling at his feet, revealing his thick, hard cock. He was bigger than she had ever imagined, and she felt a mix of fear and excitement at the sight of him. He stepped closer, his erection brushing against her inner thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Tell me how much you want it," he murmured again, his voice a dark promise. "Tell me how badly you want your daddy's cock to fill you up."

Kendra's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her voice a desperate whisper. "I want it, Daddy. I want it so badly."

With a groan that was both agonizing and ecstatic, Will positioned himself at her entrance. He watched her face, searching for any sign of doubt or fear. What he saw instead was a fiery determination, an eagerness that mirrored his own. He pushed in slowly, feeling her tightness stretch around him, her wetness easing his way.