Karina was the first up next morning. She'd slept right through a noisy sexual romp that had lasted most of the night. Dick fucked Jo, then Tracy, then Jo again. It was even better the second time.
He fucked Tracy in the ass as he'd promised to do, and her wild orgasm made Jo want to try that too. Then the two women took turns sucking his cock to keep it hard enough to do it all again.
The innocent young redhead never paused to think why her father was still so fast asleep at dawn. When she leaned over to kiss his cheek, he didn't even stir. Karina shrugged and crawled out of her down sleeping bag.
She lit the sputtering little camp stove and busied herself melting fresh snow to make coffee. She'd hand her father a steaming hot cup as soon as he woke up. That would please him, and pleasing him had always pleased her.
For some reason she could not quite understand, that seemed particularly important now. Karina wanted very much to please her father. This wilderness trip had changed her view of him.
At home in the suburbs he was just a man who got up early and went to work. He came home tired, had a drink or two, ate dinner and then went to bed. He was not really a part of her daily life.
He was still the final authority, the one she had to butter up when she needed an advance on her allowance. But her mother made most of the routine decisions. She actually ran the Baldwin family. Tracy steered the ship, Dick was hardly more than a figurehead.
But it was different out here in the wild. Now their very lives depended on him. The first night, Tracy wanted to make camp at the base of a narrow V-shaped cleft between two steep slopes. Dick had made them press on. That seemed cruel at the time, but at dawn they all knew why.
The warming rays of the morning sun loosed an avalanche of snow that roared down that narrow slot. It tossed aside pine trees thirty feet tall and smothered the place where her mother had wanted them all to be.
Karina grinned as she thought about that, slowly stirring the melting snow. Dick even had to teach them all to do that. Tracy filled the little pan with snow right up to the brim and then wondered why it took so long to melt.
Her dad had dumped the snow out, put the pan on the stove empty and let it get hot. He dropped in a little handful of snow. When that melted, he dropped in a bit more. In no time at tall, the whole kettle was steaming hot and brimming full.
Karina did the same thing now and spooned in instant coffee as the water began to boil. The red light of dawn complimented the natural hue of her long hair which ran like a river of fire down the back of a fluffy white rabbit fur parka. Karina had no idea how sexy she looked at that moment.
Dick said, "Good morning," as he crawled out of the tent.
"Hi, Daddy. Did you have a good sleep?"
"Er, yeah." Dick yawned and stretched, hoping he didn't look as worn and wrung out as he felt. Karina's wide, innocent blue eyes were on him and he felt guilty as sin. What he'd done the night before with Jo seemed terribly wrong when he looked at his own young daughter.
"You want some coffee?" she asked. "It's fresh and hot."
"Sounds great." He thought the steaming liquid might clear the cobwebs from his head.
Karina handed him a cup and stood close by while he took his first sip. "Oh, that hits the spot!" he said.
"I melted the snow the way you taught me, a little bit at a time."
"Good girl." She was still standing very close, beaming up at him, anxious for praise. Sunlight glinted in her fiery hair and made her eyes sparkle like two deep pools.
"Don't I get my good morning kiss?" she asked after he'd taken another sip of the steaming brew.
"Oh, sure." He bent down and Karina pressed her soft lips to his cheek, but closer to his mouth than usual. The corners of their mouths actually touched. Dick's tongue moved impulsively to that side.
Karina giggled but did not break off the kiss. She used her tongue to wet his cheek and Dick shivered uncomfortably. All of Tracy's talk about sexual freedom seemed to make sense during the night. But now it seemed very sinful in the light of day, especially with his daughter teasing him with her tongue.
"How about a real kiss?" she asked, aligning her lips with his, hardly more than an inch away.
Dick answered with an uneasy laugh. "You haven't kissed me on the lips since you were a little girl," he reminded her.
Karina shrugged and kept her lips poised close to his. "That was just a silly phase I was going through. Remember, I didn't want you taking snapshots of me either because I thought I looked so ugly."
"Yeah, I remember. You'd run and hide whenever I got the camera out."
"Well, I'm not running any more." Her lips reached up toward his. Dick gave her a warm, but dispassionate kiss. His arms curled around her and his fingers sank into the soft white fur on her back. His tongue was quivering in his mouth and he knew hers was too, but they never touched.
"Well, well… look at you two!" Jo said in pretended shock. She'd just crawled out of the tent and stood by the door brushing her long, silver hair.
"There's nothing wrong with a girl kissing her father," Karina said defensively.
"Nothing wrong with a man kissing his niece either, is there Dick?" Jo walked toward him, letting her long mane sway in the morning light.
"Er, no. No, I guess not." What else could he say after last night? He bent down, avoiding her lips, and gave Jo a perfunctory little kiss on the cheek.
Jo snickered and said, "Oh, come on! Is that all I get?"
Dick planted his mouth firmly on hers, mostly because he was deathly afraid she might say something about last night. He didn't want her even dropping a hint that Karina might pick up. As their lips parted, he whispered, "Not a word about what we did!"
Jo grinned and winked, but he wasn't sure what that meant. He knew how young girls like to talk. Karina might hear the whole thing before noon. That thought cinched a knot in his gut.
Tracy crawled out last. With her auburn hair gleaming, she looked as bright and fresh as a new penny. "Hi, everybody!" If she felt any guilt or misgivings about her part in the night's revel, it certainly didn't show. She smiled and went right to fixing breakfast.
Dick walked over like he wanted to help. That left the two girls out of earshot. "Are you sure Karina slept through all we did?" he asked, with concern.
"Positive. I checked several times. She never stirred. Why do you ask?" She was opening a large packet of freeze-dried scrambled eggs.
"Because this morning it was almost like she was making a play for me. She all but insisted I kiss her on the lips."
Tracy just shrugged. "That's natural. Young girls learn about men from their fathers."
"Learn what, for God's sake?"
"Sometimes they learn everything." Tracy put special emphasis on the last word.
"Hey, you aren't suggesting…"
"I'm not suggesting anything. I'm just telling you that it happens, that's all. And I'm not sure it's such a bad idea. I mean the first time, why not with a loving man who knows what he's doing? Isn't that better than some cunt crazy kid with pimples in the backseat of a car?"
"Oh, shit… I don't know. I couldn't do…"
Tracy grinned as she whipped up the eggs. "And five days ago you wouldn't have done it to your niece."
Dick thought about that all through breakfast. It didn't help him enjoy the meal. He was glad when they got packed and on the trail again.
"I wish we could stay here another day," Jo complained as they started off single-file with Dick in the lead. "I'd be happy soaking in that hot spring for hours!"
Dick called back, "I explained why we can t. We've got just a three-day supply of food, and it will take us that long to get back to the road where we left the car."
"Maybe we'll find another," Karina said brightly. "It was fun! I've never seen my dad naked before."
"You weren't supposed to see me then," he said gruffly. "It was the damn wind." Dick still had not shaken off his feeling of guilt.
"The wind's even stronger now," Jo said. "You'd get a real good look today."
Dick said to himself, "No you wouldn't. Today I'd have sense enough to avoid the hot spring. That's what really started all this." But the girl was right about one thing, the wind had picked up. It came howling out of the north, and it brought with it the dark, leaden clouds of a gathering storm.
That gave him more than guilt to worry about. A heavy fail of new snow would slow them down. A raging blizzard might stop them altogether, and with a limited food supply, that could mean real trouble.
He increased the length and speed of his long, gliding strides, wanting to gain every inch they could. Very soon, the three women were huffing, struggling to keep up.
"Dick, can't we slow down?" Tracy moaned. She was sagging under the weight of her pack and the two girls had fallen even further behind.
Before Dick could answer, they heard a long, eerie wail. "My God, what was that?" Tracy quickened the pace despite her fatigue.
"A wolf," Dick said as calmly as he could. "Don't worry, it's behind us." But then answering calls came from the left and right.
"They're all around us!" Tracy whined.
"But it's all right. They almost never attack humans."
"Almost never? I'd like something more certain than that!"
"So would I." By then Dick had heard at least a dozen other yips and growls. He knew the pack was circling, closing in. "I'd give my left nut for a good rifle and a full box of shells."
"Oh, not your left nut!" Tracy was trying hard to make light of their situation. "I have plans for that when we make camp tonight. And I'm pretty sure Jo does too."
But Dick was thinking, if we make camp tonight. What he told Tracy was true. Wolves seldom attack humans – if they're moving and appear capable of defending themselves.
"You lead for a while," he told Tracy. "Head straight for that craggy peak that looks like a witch's tit."
"O.K. But what are you going to do?"
"Bring up the rear and keep the girls moving."
"You just want to watch Jo twitch her ass," she said wryly.
"Yeah, sure… that's it." Actually, that was the furthest thing from his mind. He knew that if the wolves did attack, it would most likely be from behind.
As Tracy started off, he bent down and broke the ring of webbing off one of his ski poles. It was meant to keep the sharp-pointed shaft from sinking too deep in soft snow. Without it he might have trouble maintaining an even stride, but he could use the pole as a spear if he had too. Not much of a weapon against a pack of hungry wolves, but certainly better than nothing.
Karina came gliding up and saw the pole he'd stripped of its ring. "Oh, did it break?" she asked.
"Er, yeah. But it's all right. I can fix it. You keep moving. Catch up with your mom if you can."
"What was that awful noise I heard?" the redhead asked.
"Just some wolves," he answered calmly.
"Are they dangerous?"
"No." But Dick couldn't help thinking, they are now that we can't hear them. The yips and barks had stilled. The pack was silent, stalking. "You go on," he said. "I'll wait for Jo. Where the hell is she, by the way?" There was no sign of her yet on the trail.
"Oh, one of her skis came off a ways back. She had to tighten the binder. She'll be along soon." With that, Karina went striding off, her long red-golden hair whipped and swirled by the chilling wind.
She had not been completely fooled by his apparent calm. Karina knew there might be trouble, but she felt safe as long as her father was near. Her respect for him and the closeness she felt had increased greatly on this trip.
Karina was thinking, if I knew anyone younger who was anything like my dad, I wouldn't be a virgin right now. I'd melt in his arms and do anything he wanted me to…
As her thoughts wandered, so did her skis. Karina had almost caught up with her mother when they slowed off the trail that Tracy had left.
Karina lurched into deep, untracked snow by the side of the trail. Her leg twisted slightly and she felt her left ski pop off. Half sliding, half stumbling, she veered down-slope toward the trunk of an ice-crusted pine.
Something clanked in the snow beneath her left foot and a biting shock of pain like a lightning bolt ran up her leg. Her foot was yanked to a sudden stop, pitching her over on her side. "Yeeeooow!" she cried. The pain grew worse as she wallowed in the snow.
"What's wrong?" Tracy whirled her head in time to see the girl fall awkwardly on her side, her left leg dragging back.
Karina screamed mindless sounds and thrashed like a wounded animal, clawing frantically at her leg.
"What is it?" Dick hollered from down the trail. He could not see his daughter, but her wild screams made his blood run cold with fear. He raced toward the sound, off-stride and faltering because the pole he'd fashioned into a spear sank half its length in the snow.
Karina's high-pitched screams deepened into sobs of anguish when he reached her. "What is it, Karina? What the hell?" She jerked up her leg and then he could see the icy cold jaws of a steel trap.
That glinting steel jaw held a crushing grip on her ankle, biting in just above the top of her boot. Dick pulled off his gloves and worked his fingers between the metal bands, fighting against cold and the strength of the spring to wrench them apart.
He almost had her leg free when his numbed fingers slipped and the spring-powered jaws snapped shut again. "Aaaggghhh!" the girl cried, almost passing out as the second bolt of pain shot up her leg to burst like a rocket at the base of her brain.
In her pained, half conscious state, Karina remembered hearing a cry much like that in a fitful dream she had the night before. It was her cousin Jo she heard then, and with that she dreamed she heard her father's voice, rough and demanding. Nothing like the way he usually talked.
She remembered thinking that he must be hurting Jo, but she knew that was a dream. A bad dream. A silly nightmare. Her dad would never hurt anyone.
Dick glanced up at the darkening sky, then down at his daughter's leg still caught in the steel trap. He couldn't help thinking that God was punishing him for what he had done last night. First the storm, then the wolves, now his beloved daughter cruelly hurt and turned into tempting prey.
That's bullshit, he thought. If there is a God, he doesn't give a damn what people do. So many have done worse. They shoot and kill in pointless wars. They build missiles and bombs intended to blow whole cities off the face of the earth. He had to laugh then, a dry and bitter sound.
"Don't worry, Karina. I'll get you out." Dick used the point of his ringless ski pole like a lever to pry the jaws apart. The biting pressure eased and she jerked her leg free.
"Oh, thank God!" Karina moaned.
Dick threw the trap as far as its anchoring chain would allow. "How about a few kind words for your old man?" he teased.
"Oh, yes! Thank you, Daddy!" Karina threw her fur-sheathed arms around his neck and hugged him, planting her lips warmly on his. They moved impulsively, and this time her tongue shot out. It laced with his until he pulled away.
"Hhhmmm. Let's see it you can stand up." The sweet taste of her still lingered in his mouth. Dick forced aside the thoughts that brought to mind. He slipped his hands beneath her arms and lifted.
"Hunnngh! No, Daddy, I can't stand up. It hurts too much!"
"Is her ankle broken?" Tracy called down from the trail above.
"No, I don't think so." Dick checked with practiced hands. He'd worked on the Ski Patrol at a large winter resort when he was younger. "But she's got a nasty bruise and probably a sprain."
Karina enjoyed the warm, reassuring touch of her father's strong hands. "My knee hurts too," she said. "I must have twisted it when I fell."
"Oh?" Dick slid his hands up her legs, not thinking at all of the tingling shocks of pleasure that he sent racing through the young girl's body. Her knee was already swollen. A bad sign, considering, their limited food supply. It could easily be a week before she felt fit enough to ski again.
"I must have wrenched my hip too," Karina moaned. "It hurts all the way up there."
Dick slid his hands up her leg, but the reaction he felt was not one of pain. Karina smiled, she almost purred. She loved the touch of his hands. She would never let any of the boys she knew put their fingers so close to her crotch and feel the taut flesh of her smoothly tapered thigh.
The boys were all too grabby and rough. Her father's hands were stronger, but there was reassurance in his strength. Karina felt limp, and then she felt her pussy start to squirm and dampen itself with desire.
"Dick, is she all right?" Tracy asked sharply. The woman had suddenly realized that what she said about freedom of sexual expression was not all quite right. It bothered her greatly to watch Dick finger his daughter's crotch. It bothered her most of all because Karina obviously enjoyed it so much.
His wife's sharp rebuke made Dick jerk his hand away. "You just lie still," he told Karina. "You'll be all right." Then he climbed up the slope to where Tracy was standing, where the girl could not hear if they spoke softly.
"You want to fuck her too," Tracy hissed. Her voice was low, but full of rage. "Look at your damn cock, it's about to rip out the front of your pants again!"
"It doesn't really matter," he said quietly. "None of us could be fucked worse then we already have."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean the storm is closing in. It's already starting to snow. Karina can't ski. Hell, she can't even stand up. And now the damn wolves are coming after us."
"What?" Tracy felt the hair on the back of her neck almost prick through the collar of her ski jacket.
"Look over there." Dick tightened his grip on the pole he'd made into a spear and used it to point. Through the haze of falling snowflakes, Tracy saw a dark shape moving toward them.
It was blue-grey and covered with long, shaggy hair. It had to be a wolf.