Chris stared at the Chevrolet Camaro sitting in the rental car slot at the Salt Lake City Airport. He rubbed his gloved hands together, though it was more from frustration than to ward off the late December chill. While his frosty breath still made gentle clouds under the dim parking garage lights, he was too angry to be cold.
This is not what I reserved!
The car itself looked fine. A nice neutral beige two door car, he suspected it would be at home among the Salt Lake City streets. But they were going to Park City. In the snow. All four of them. With all their luggage.
This was not the car for that.
Outside of the garage, the wind blew a few flurries of snow off the garage roof. It wasn’t snowing at the moment, which helped. The roads would probably be clear enough to handle the Camaro’s tires. So the problem was really the lack of space.
He took one last long glance at the car, mentally measuring its trunk size against the luggage they’d brought. There was no way it’d work.
He turned and stomped back toward the rental counter where everyone else waited. At least he was the only one that was needlessly cold.
Inside, Elizabeth, Gina, and Leah clustered with Beth and Erin near the few rigid vinyl covered chairs. They made quite a sight—three black haired beauties and two blondes. In their winter parkas, they looked warm but tired. Elizabeth turned her head and gave him a questioning look.
“The car’s too small,” he said. His scowl conveyed everything else.
“I’ll tell David to wait while you sort it out,” she said.
He nodded his appreciation and stormed over to the rental car counter where a plump older woman decked in her vest uniform watched him warily.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to help much. They simply didn’t have any other cars, she said. Chris argued with her for ten minutes and in the end, all she did was discount his rental fee by 30%. He silently took note of both her name and general description. There’d be time to write a letter of complaint later. And time after that to tell his secretary to ensure that they never booked with this company again. For work or pleasure.
Still steaming, he walked back to his family. David had joined them and he looked concerned.
“They screwed up the reservation,” Chris flatly said. “The car’s too small.”
“Well, we have a full-sized Cherokee,” David said. “Maybe we can move stuff around?”
Chris nodded. “Why don’t you bring it up and let’s see.” He turned to the women. “Sorry, ladies, for the delay. We will return shortly.” He doffed an imaginary hat as a playful gesture.
Leah smiled and her eyes twinkled.
That helped his mood.
He hopped in the passenger’s side of David’s Cherokee and they drove the short distance to Chris’s Camaro.
“I see what you mean,” David said as they examined the car. “That back seat doesn’t look very comfortable.”
“Especially getting in and out,” Chris said. “With boots and heavy coats? That won’t be fun.”
“Well,” David said, “that doesn’t matter once we get to the chalet. How ’bout if Gina and Leah ride with us? We can fill your back seat with luggage.”
Chris’s eyes scanned the car and he slowly nodded. “That could work.”
“Let’s do it.”
They drove both cars back. While David explained the plan to the women, Chris loaded the Camaro’s trunk and started filling the back seat. He’d just about finished when Leah appeared at his side. She’d pulled her coat tight around herself but her eyes were still warm.
“Hey, Dad,” she said casually, “Mom and I are going to switch places.”
“Sure,” he said with a blink. “We’re just about ready to go.”
He finished loading the car just as everyone came out. David gestured to him as the women climbed into their respective vehicles.
“We’ll stop and pick up groceries on the way, so you’ll probably beat us there,” David said.
“We’ll warm up the hot tub.”
David grinned. “Great idea.”
They exchanged a parting nod and both headed for their cars.
Leah fiddled with the radio for a while after they left the airport, before Chris suggested she see if she could find the local NPR station. They caught the tail end of All Things Considered, but it was mostly a recap of the year’s biggest stories. After a bit, Leah turned it off.
“Ugh. Does nothing happen over the holidays?” she said.
“It’s always slow. It’ll pick back up in mid-January.”
“Yeah. The State of the Union. The jobs and economic forecasts—”
“Don’t forget the Super Bowl and the Winter Olympics.”
She shrugged. “Eh, the skating’s fun.”
“The skiing is too.”
“Skiing’s fun to do.” She curled her lip. “Watching—you’re on your own there.”
“Well,” he said with a chuckle, “there are some people I could watch ski all day. Most of ’em aren’t pros though.”
“Always the voyeur,” she said with mock disgust.
“Hey, I know what I like.” He gave her a broad grin.
“We know,” she shot back. “We all know.”
A vision of her masturbating on video jumped to his mind. Leah’s mind seemed to go the same direction.
“So…,” she said, a touch of hesitancy in her voice, “you liked…”
“Your video? Absolutely. It was amazing—one of my best Christmas presents ever.”
She let out a small relieved sigh but tensed at the end.
“And I loved what happened after,” he said.
“Oh my God, that’s so good to hear,” she gushed. “I was worried you might have regrets or second thoughts or—”
He held up a hand, stopping her. “I’m fine. Do you have regrets?”
She blinked in surprise and started to say something, but then quickly closed her mouth. She leaned back in her seat and grew thoughtful for a moment.
“No… no, I don’t,” she said. “I was about to say ‘of course not’ but it’s not as simple as that, is it?”
“Yeah. Sometimes the wanting is better than the having. Like the dog that catches the car he’s chasing.”
She nodded. “Or the toy you wanted as a kid that wasn’t as fun as the commercials.”
“Yeah, like the Easy Bake Oven?”
“Yeah, we used it what? Twice? Three times?” she said. “The last time we melted one of my barbie dolls. It really stunk up the house and made a mess.”
He snorted. “I never heard about that.”
“Kara helped us clean it up before you got home. Mom was at the store, if I remember right. I don’t think she knew either.”
“Ha!” He shook his head in amusement. “That makes me wonder what else you got away with.”
“You don’t really want to know.”
“Oh, we probably know about most of them.”
“I bet you don’t.”
They shared a look, before he was forced to put his attention on the road again. Her eyes had been full of defiant amusement.
Like she was daring him.
“Okay,” he said evenly, “what’s one thing you think you got away with?”
“I dunno… I have to think of something good.”
Chris shrugged. “Or not. Secrets can stay secrets, too.”
They came to a bend in the road and he had to concentrate on his driving for a bit. While the road was clear of snow, it was still slick in places. Fortunately, traffic wasn’t heavy. Still, he wasn’t happy when a semi decided to pass them. He clenched the steering wheel tighter until it was gone.
“Mmm,” Leah said, “I know. Remember the Campbells? After we moved into the new house?”
“Yeah. Georgina had that really wild red hair.”
“You, uh, had them over once.”
“Gosh, she was loud.”
“No kidding. She nearly burst my ear drums when she—wait, how do you know about that?”
“Well… uh… when you had them over, me and Gina were supposed to be at the Hughes’s.”
“Supposed to be?”
“Well, I was supposed to be. Gina actually was. Erin and I decided to sneak back and watch.”
“Uh huh.” He gave her a sideways annoyed glance.
“Hey, you knew we spied on you.”
“Yeah, but we thought that was with David and Beth. We didn’t know it was with new people too.”
“Yeah, well we wanted to see. Besides, we didn’t get caught—at least by them.”
“Mmm hmm. David and Beth caught us. They must’ve been late or something.” She waved a hand to dismiss the memory lapse. “Anyway, they came in through the gate and caught us peeking in the window.”
“So what happened then?”
“Beth was really upset. David drove us back to their house.”
“They never told us,” Chris mused.
“Well… I kinda bribed David.” Her face turned rosy.
“I might’ve given him a blowjob and asked him not to tell. The next morning when he brought me home.”
Chris snorted in laughter. “He still should’ve told us.”
“Well, he told Mom, but he was totally cool about it. He downplayed it, like it was no big deal. She bought it.”
“She never told me.”
“Yeah, well you know Mom.”
“Yeah. Probably forgot.” He forced the grimace off his face. Instead, he let his mind play back through her story. “Hold on,” he said as he did the math. That was three years ago.”
“So what? I was old enough, and it wasn’t like it was my first.”
“Mmm hmm. He was real cool about it. He just pulled into the park and I did it.”
Chris chuckled. “Well, maybe I understand. No guy in his right mind would turn down a blowjob.”
“You did. For a long time.”
“Only from you. What can I say, I wasn’t in my right mind.”
“Lemme guess,” Leah teased, “you are now.”
“Okay. Pull over and let me give you a blowjob.”
He burst out laughing, but flipped on his turn signal for the Summit Park exit just ahead.
The exit led past a gas station into a residential neighborhood. They drove in silence as they looked for a suitable place to park. In the dark, the cold seemed even more unfriendly, with shadows where who-knows-what loomed. Chris’s nerves were already on edge as his eyes scanned from side to side. Leah shifted pensively in her seat, occasionally glancing at him, but otherwise peering hard out the window.
“Up there,” Leah said. “Both those houses are dark.”
“Got it.” Chris pulled to the side of the road and killed the engine off. He turned to Leah, his mouth already cottony.
Her eyes mirrored his nervousness.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asked.
She licked her lips and nodded her head. Then she undid her seat belt and reached for his pants.
They fumbled a bit with his seatbelt and jeans before successfully extracting his now stiff cock. Leah immediately lowered her head.
She didn’t waste any time. She wrapped her hot lips around the crown and sucked hard. Then she ran her tongue around and under the ridge while her hand found the bottom of his shaft. She started stroking him while she sucked.
He gasped. Already, he was twitching in her mouth.
It’s the taboo.
He gazed through half-lidded eyes as his daughter bobbed her head in his lap. The angle made it impossible for him to watch more than the back of her head, but that was enough.
He could feel what she was doing.
And this ain’t her first blowjob.
She kept her lips tight around his cock as she bobbed up and down. Her tongue swirled as she did, applying pressure and heat to all the right places. She almost hummed as she sucked.
With a steady rhythm, she had him on the edge in no time.
“Gonna come,” he moaned.
She sucked harder and gently caressed his balls with her fingers.
With a loud groan, he exploded. Leah wrapped her lips around the crown and swallowed as he filled her mouth. When his last spurt had faded to a drizzle, she pulled off and licked his cock clean.
She sat up, looking very pleased with herself. She made a show of licking her lips.
“I’m so glad you’re in your right mind now,” she teased.
He laughed and fixed his pants. A moment later they were back on their way.
Chris stood shivering with the stacked luggage by the door by the time Leah returned from the long walk to caretaker’s cabin. She was hurrying without running, but her hair still flew back behind her. Her graceful legs took larger steps and she closed her arms around her tight for the warmth.
Beautiful as usual, he thought.
Are you thinking that as a father or as a lover?
His breath caught. He wasn’t sure.
When she reached him, they didn’t speak. Instead, she just smiled and pulled out the key. A minute later, they had all the bags piled in the living room and were shedding their coats. They stood next to each other as they hung them on the hooks in the entryway opposite the ski racks.
“Any problems?” he asked.
She shook her head. “He said there was wood if we wanted a fire and he turned on the hot tub this morning, so it’d be warm for us.”
“Th-th-that sounds nice.” He mimed shivering.
“So. Sooner rather than later?” She looked at him with concern
“I’m just kidding. Later’s better. I don’t want them catching—”
He stopped himself with a frustrated gasp. Was there really an issue there?
There was. He wasn’t really ready to be discussing whether fooling around with Leah was a good thing or not.
“You and I,” he said. “I… I don’t think I’m ready for the others to know. Especially Beth.”
“Okay, but what about Erin?”
“You haven’t told her?”
Leah shook her head. “I normally would, but… I thought I should check with you first.”
He nodded, relieved. Then he thought a bit more.
“Let me think about it,” he said. “I’m not crazy about telling anyone, but in Erin’s case, I know she wants to do the same thing with her dad—”
“—so I don’t know if telling her would be a good thing or not.”
“Thanks. And Mom and your sister…”
“Already know,” she said with a smile.
“Ah, well, I’ll talk to your mom about not letting Beth know. I assume Gina will keep it to herself.”
Leah nodded with a smug smile. It looked like she was suppressing the urge to say “duh!”
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m sure they’ll be here by the time we get unpacked. I can talk to her while you talk to Mom.”
“You sound relieved. Are you that embarrassed about what we’re doing?”
“No,” he said after a pause, “no. It’s just, well, I resisted for so long…” He smiled at her. “I’m not ready for it to be common knowledge.” He laughed. “It shouldn’t be anyone’s common knowledge. I kinda want it to be our secret, you know? Something just for us. Does that make sense?”
She smiled and stepped close. When he didn’t pull away, she stretched up and kissed him lightly on the lips. She pulled back and her eyes were full of warmth and tenderness.
“I want the same,” she said.
He nodded, and she stretched up and kissed him again. He returned it, and it started to heat a bit, so he swatted her on the ass.
She yelped and jumped back.
“C’mon,” he said, “let’s get unpacked so we can tease ’em about being slow.”
And not let ’em think we may have stopped along the way.
Chris had just finished getting all of his stuff stowed away, as well as all of the other luggage distributed to the correct rooms, when the others arrived. They flowed in through the door in a bustle of laughter and jokes and then peeled off their coats and boots and made their way into the living room. David carried grocery bags into the kitchen with Beth on his heels while Elizabeth made her way over to Chris for a merry kiss.
“Good time shopping?” Chris asked.
“Poor David, bless his heart,” she said. “We teased him mercilessly.”
Gina joined her parents, her own eyes full of mirth. “He found some antelope sausage and suggested we have it for dinner.”
“Game sausage?” Chris said. “David’s sausage is Game? Oh God, I’ve thought of a half dozen one liners already.”
“Mmm hmm,” Elizabeth said, “even Beth and Erin joined in.”
“He held his own, though,” Gina added. “He said we’d be begging for his sausage by the time he was done.”
“Ah dear,” Chris said with a theatrical sigh. “I’m supposed to be the funny one. I guess I’ll just have to steal his line.” He put his arms around both of them. “C’mon ladies,” he said with a drawl, “let’s light this candle!”
Elizabeth laughed and Gina good naturally nudged Chris in the ribs. He gave them each an affectionate kiss and then released them. Gina headed for her room and Elizabeth started that way before Chris caught her arm and motioned with his head to hang back a moment. He bent his head low to hers.
“Um,” he said, “I’m not ready for anyone else to know about me and Leah, okay?”
“But you know they’d be fine with it.”
“Yeah, I know. But I’m still not ready, okay?”
She gave him a perplexed look for just a moment, but then nodded. Sensing his tension, she followed that with a reassuring hug.
“I’m going to go help Beth with dinner,” she said. “Can you get the hot tub ready?”
“It’s all set,” he said smugly.
She gave him a quick kiss of thanks and headed off to the kitchen.
After dinner, they all crowded into the hot tub, wine glasses in hand. The crisp night air made the warmth of the water feel like a blanket to burrow under. Even the women sank up to their necks, spoiling the view. Only the occasional hand reaching for a drink broke the surface.
Chris nestled between Elizabeth and Erin, rubbing shoulders with both. As everyone laughed and joked and made tentative plans for skiing the next day, Elizabeth casually slid her hand onto this thigh. He smiled at her and then put his arm around her shoulder.
On the far side of the tub, Beth leaned her head on David’s shoulder as he talked with Gina on his other side. The younger woman had pinned her hair up to keep it out of the water and her skin glowed in the low light. She was telling him about a backyard fiesta she’d been invited to by some of the patients at the clinic.
“They make these pupusas,” Gina said. “They’re kind of a thick tortilla with meat inside, and they have this spicy sauce—they’re delicious.”
“Sounds tasty,” David said.
“They’re amazing!” Gina agreed. “And they even make their own chorizo,” she added. “It’s a kind of sausage—"
“As amazing as, ahem, David’s sausage?” Chris interjected. He waggled his eyebrows to indicate he was joking, but that didn’t stop Elizabeth from elbowing him in the ribs.
“Nothing’s as amazing as David’s sausage,” Beth shot back. “It has a unique texture.”
“You seemed to enjoy David’s sausage at dinner,” Leah teased.
Chris chuckled. “Actually, I preferred Beth’s pasta. Especially because of what she did with it.” He made a dramatic pause.
“Okay,” Gina said, “I’ll bite. What’d she do with it?”
“Well,” he said with a dramatic sigh, “Beth took my noodle, put it in a hot, wet place, and it came out all limp. What’s not to like?”
Both Elizabeth and Erin elbowed him in accompaniment to the chorus of groans.
“After that comment, you’ll be lucky if anyone wants to play with your noodle,” Elizabeth warned, though her eyes danced.
“Especially when David’s sausage is so tasty,” Gina added.
“So filling,” Leah added.
“Savory, with a nice smooth finish,” Beth added.
“My mouth’s already watering,” Elizabeth piled on.
“Well, then,” David said. He hoisted himself up on the side of the tub. His cock jutted out stiff. It bobbed slightly as he moved. “Who wants some?”
Chris rolled his eyes when five feminine hands shot up in the air.
But when Beth gave Erin a stern look, the younger woman lowered her arm. She grimaced in frustration, so Chris wrapped his arm around her and gave her shoulder a squeeze.
“That’s okay,” he said, “I don’t want any of David’s sausage either.” He glanced up to see Gina and Beth already running their hands down David’s thighs. Gina’s eyes were alight with eagerness.
“I’d rather eat some pie,” he said to Erin. “But I need a new drink first. Join me…?”
Erin snorted softly, but then nodded. She pushed a smile onto her face. “Yeah, a drink sounds good.”
Erin sat wrapped in her warm robe on the leather couch in the living room when Chris returned from the kitchen with two glasses of wine. She’d turned the lights down a bit, creating a cozier ambiance and she smiled as he approached. He handed her a glass and they clinked them together, but without a verbal toast. He sat next to her on his own towel while she drank.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Just annoyed a bit,” she said with a shake of her head. “I raised my hand as a joke. Mom should’ve known that.”
“Maybe,” he shrugged. “She knows you’re serious, though.”
“Yeah, but she’s never gonna let it happen.” She leaned back and took another long sip of wine. “I think she’s still doing it to punish me."
“Did you ever talk to her?”
Erin shook her head.
“It’d be the grown up thing to do.”
She snorted softly. “I know, but…”
“What have you got to lose?”
That drew a small smirk. “Nothing, really.” She paused, thinking.
Chris smiled and gently placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. After a bit, she turned and smiled at him warmly.
“It’s been… ‘strange’ isn’t quite the right word,” Erin said. “‘Different?’ ‘Surprising?’—anyway. Mom’s been different since the night at The Limelight. More of a friend than a Mom, you know? Maybe not a friend, but—”
“More friendly. Someone you could talk to.”
“Well, yeah,” she said. “I mean she doesn’t treat me like an equal, but I’m seeing a different side of her now.”
“Like, how lonely she gets sometimes, especially when Dad’s gone on a long trip. Or how she’s insecure about her looks sometimes. I mean, she’s gorgeous. I hope I look as good when I’m her age.”
Erin smiled and nodded. “She doesn’t see it, though. I mean, guys stare at her in the mall—and a lot of the girls too—but she’s worried about little wrinkles.”
“Well,” Chris said with a chuckle, “so does Elizabeth. I think it’s part of being a woman.”
“Tell me about it.”
She sipped her wine again and stared out into the distance. She grinned to herself before turning to Chris.
“Remember my friend Jon?” she said.
“We’ve been doing that government project together. Curly hair, thin?”
“Oh yeah, him.”
“Well, he was over once and Mom didn’t know he was there. She came downstairs in that little robe she has. The pink one that barely comes past her butt.”
“I’ve seen it.”
“Well, she was embarrassed when she realized he was there and she went to put on something else. Like I cared that Jon had a boner for my mom.”
“Heh. I can’t say I blame him. Too bad you couldn’t help him out.”
“Nah, he has a girlfriend. We’re friends, but he isn’t one to cheat. My dad would say he’s a square, but he’s really just a nice guy.”
“Good for him.”
“Still, it was still cute to watch him try to hide it.”
Chris chuckled at memories of his own teenaged fears.
They sipped their wine again, and then the door from deck opened. Beth came in, wearing her own robe, the warm cotton one and not the short pink one from his imagination. She rubbed her hair with a towel and paused when she saw them on the couch.
“Well, hello there,” she said with a grin. “What are you two up to?”
“Just talking,” Chris said. He gave Erin a pointed look.
“What’s everyone else up to?” Erin asked.
“At the moment,” Beth answered, “David’s with Gina. Leah and Elizabeth were watching when I left. I’m sure they’ve joined in by now.”
“Then maybe the three of us should get started,” Chris said.
“Hold that thought,” Erin said. She hesitated and looked at Beth. “Actually Mom, do you mind if we talk?”
“Sure, Sweetie. Something wrong?”
“No… it’s just something we should’ve talked about before we got here.”
“Okay.” Beth gestured toward the hallway to the bedrooms. “Do you wanna go…?”
“Yeah.” Erin stood. Then she smiled at Chris. “Sorry. I have to do the adult thing.”
He chuckled and shook his head knowingly. Beth looked amused, but he detected a bit of satisfaction underneath.
“You go do the adult thing,” Chris said to Erin. “We’ve got plenty of time.”
She gave him a kiss on the cheek before she and her mom headed out.
Chris finished the last of his wine and set the glass down on the end table next to the couch. He’d waited a long half hour for the others to come in from the deck, but so far the doorway only contained frost on the glass. The soft robe no longer felt smooth against his skin and he almost itched where the lower hem brushed his bare legs. To add to his discomfort, he was thirsty.
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