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Staring at the family car, Russell O'Reilly wanted to make some final checks. Without a doubt, someone always forgot something they needed and he would have to spend money on getting a new one. For years, he had compiled a big long list of things to pack, and he checked it every time they were going to go camping. For the last three trips, they didn't forget a single thing all thanks to the list he had made up and checked quite anally. "Tent? Check. Firewood? Check. Luggage? Check. Cooler? Check." This was his third time going through the list, thinking there might have been something he had forgotten. He was just waiting for his daughter and his wife. His son had managed to weasel his way out of the family trip. He was off at University, and football practice was starting up. He had aspirations to become a starter this year, and missing practice was sure to doom and shot he may have had. Begrudgingly, Russell let him go, but still expected a great trip.

He had booked a week long camping trip at Yellowstone National Park. They were going to drive there, camp, and take in as many hikes and sights as they possibly could. People had told him that he wouldn't be able to see everything when they went, but he was determined to prove them wrong. They were still waiting for his wife, so he decided to check the car's content against his list once more. Feeling his phone buzz in his pocket, his heart sank. It was his wife, and she was going to be unable to make it back. The original plan had been to pick her up from the airport on the way down to Yellowstone, but she had gotten tied up with work. He let out an exasperated sigh, knowing that it would just be him and Izzy for the weekend. Of course, it wasn't a bad thing, he wasn't sure how she felt about camping. Out of the four people in their family, the person he had talked to least out of everyone was Isabella.

Making his way to the front door, he cracked it open. "Izzy!" He cried out, not sure where she was. "Get Boomer ready and let's go!" He yelled, Boomer of course being their family dog. WIth that, he made his way to the car for one last look over before he got in the driver's seat. It was perfect for some daddy-daughter time. He thought to himself. She was his daughter, and they were going to have a great time. So what if no one else wanted to hang out with him or go camping. He wondered if she felt forced to go with him. If she resented him in some way for making her leave her friends for the summer to go camping at a National Park for a week. Once she climbed into the passenger seat, he took off.

It was quite a long drive, and for the most part they hadn't done much talking. They had stopped at a diner along the way, and the food had made his stomach grumble and groan quite badly. They stopped for gas a few times, but for the most part, made great time and made it in one shot. They had finally arrived at the rolling hills of Yellowstone, and stopped to take pictures of the roaming buffalo before finding their campsite deep in the park. As he pulled into the spot, he turned towards her. "Alright, we have to be careful with our food and use the bear proof boxes. We also can't leave anything out, so we have to make sure we clean up when we are done with dinner." He said before getting out of the car and opening the trunk. He was surprised at how secluded their camp site was. There were visible tents, but they were quite a ways away. It paid to get the spot early. Grabbing the tent, he made his way over to the site before he started to set it up. This is going to be a good trip. He kept repeating in his head over and over.
 
As usual, the teenage girl overpacked for the weeklong trip with her family. At first, she figured that there were way better things that she could be doing, but she started to enjoy these outings. There was no point in voicing it because she feared that she may never hear the end of it from her dad or her brother. Zack had managed to sweet-talk his way out of going and honestly, she could take it or leave it. She would more than happily leave mom and dad to their own devices and go off on their own. Lately, her dad always needed something to do when he was not at work and she was easy to duck or just space out on her own. She had a handful of friends, but she usually kept to herself. She had beauty and brains on her side and a deadly combination to keep her out of official trouble or make sure that people didn't mistake her as a delicate wallflower.

Her solar-powered charger was stuffed in her backpack and the rest was already in the car. Her headphones were fully charged as well as her cellphone so she was ready for the lengthy car ride. Her smartwatch lit up when she looked at it and it was certainly that time to get ready. That in combination with her dad yelled her name out at the top of his lungs got her moving. Dashing her boot-covered feet down the stairs she snagged a harness hanging by the front door and the sound alone got the german shepherd mix's attention. At one point she nagged her mom enough time to get a DNA test done on the dog and she wasn't sure why they had bothered listing to her young naive request. Boomer was majority German Shephard and Husky. "Come on your big furball, we're going on a trip."

The furry ass wouldn't stay still. At least the dog was excited. With the leash rolled around her hand she opened up the door, locked it, and watched Boomer impatiently waiting until she opened up the back door and climbed on in with the dog, figuring that her mom would just climb in the front seat when they picked her up. When she found out her mom was not going she slipped into the front seat. SHe didn't want the man to feel awkward since half the family was unable to attend. This was going to be interesting, to say the least. She asked enough questions to find out why mom hadn't shown up. Honestly, it wasn't a surprise. They didn't get to see her that much because of her job. She made a lot of money as a traveling nurse, but they argued before that she was never able to participate in enjoying the fruits of her labor because she would always pick up something new.

The sights on the way there were fun to marvel at. She had questions and her dad seemed more than happy to answer them, being a very well-informed person. Like father like daughter, as some would say since Izzy was a sponge of knowledge. When they arrived on sight she hopped out and Boomer took his time committing every nearby scent to memory. He was a good recuse dog so there was no need to tie him down. "Bears? Or course there are bears, this is Yogi's stomping grounds." She answered her own initial question with a silly remark before helping her dad set things up. "Uh, dad... do you mind... if I share a tent with you? You and mom have that roomy tent, and the mention of bears..." Yeah, she was a little scared. They'd camped before, but raccoons were nothing compared to bears. "Pleeeeease?"

Their timing was perfect as they had just enough time to get things set up before it would start getting dark. Another tent was placed up for storage of their things, especially at night. They had a fire pit and they quickly secured wood to burn. Honestly the first at night was her favorite part. That and the marshmallows. She was a pyro like her mother and loved to keep that fire alive. Two camp chairs were set up and she took out one of the roasting picks and sat it in her cupholder. "So... how' work these days? How are you keeping busy when mom's not home. It's been really quiet as of lately." She spoke with her eyes glued to the dancing flames before her.
 
The dog had been a present for the family during lockdown after he received multiple complaints about his kids wanting a dog. It had been Zack that had brought it up first, but it didn't take him long to get his sister involved. The two were incessant, always asking him about getting a dog. He must have heard it twenty times per day. When his wife asked him at dinner one night if he had thought about it, he went out the next day looking for puppies. Luckily enough for him, his co-worker at the insurance company had a couple dogs, and he had remembered that they were giving them away.

Boomer was about a year and a half now. He wasn't full grown, and hadn't quite grown into his large paws or his huge ears. He had been pretty well trained, and he knew most of the major commands. As he ran around and sniffed at every little thing, Russell was a little surprised that Isabella even wanted to help him with the tent. He was about to head back to the car to get the tent he had packed for her. "Honey, grizzlies stay pretty far away from people and we have the bear mace for black bears." He said with a smile, before putting his hand on her shoulder. He opened his mouth to say more, but he realized his daughter was scared.

"Of course you can stay in my tent. Go ahead and grab you sleeping bag and toss it in." He said with a smile. If might be nice to have his daughter close by, and this could be an opportunity to actually get to know her a little better. As she was getting the inside of the tent situated, he started to build the fire. He cheated in doing so, building a little teepee out of smaller sticks before carefully tucking in some newspaper and other confidential papers that he needed to burn underneath.

Lighting the paper, he waited for the smaller wood to catch fire before he added on some of the bigger pieces that he had brought from home. They would have to get some firewood eventually, but they should be good for a few days. Sitting down in his chair, he stared at the sunset. "Work is work." He said with a smile. He didn't have much to say. It was a stressful job where he managed accounts. There wasn't really much to it. She asked her question about when his wife was gone, and he didn't have much of an answer. Shrugging, he shook his head. "Mainly work and tv." He said, realizing just how pathetic he sounded.

"You ready for some hikes tomorrow?" He asked her changing the subject. The first night was hot dog night, as was tradition whenever the O'Reilly's went camping. It meant there wouldn't be that many dishes and it would be quick and easy. "I think we should go to some of the geyser basins and see if we get lucky." He said, having planned out their whole trip in his mind. "Maybe we will see a grizzly!" He said a little giddy. "Also, it might get a little cold tonight, did you bring something warm to sleep in?"
 
Roasting her hot dog was silently fun. She tried to pay close attention as her father spoke about the plans for tomorrow. "Yeah I brought the right shoes this time." Remembering that last time had been a nightmare with the only pair she had brought and then they broke. It was such a buzzkill that she tried to lock herself in her tent until Zackary O' Fuckin' Reilly consumed an entire can of beans and purposefully gas bombed her out of her tent with his putrid ass intestines. The memory almost made her not want to eat the hot dog, but she did so anyway. Geysers were cool. "If the grizzly is far enough away then I wouldn't mind seeing one." She admitted as she took a bite of her hot dog.

She was just starting to notice how spaced out the sights were and she was not upset at all. Maybe it would get a little weird with just her dad here, but it was starting not to prove so bad. "I packed everything but the kitchen sink, dad. Teenage girl remember?" She laughed as she just remembered what he said yesterday, "Maybe this will ring a bell? Izzy we're only leaving for a week, why are you packing your entire closet up?!" She voiced the last half in a bad impersonation of his voice. "To answer your question, yes. Although I read, that allegedly you can stay warmer by sleeping in your sleeping back naked." She looked at him to gauge his reaction before stabbing a marshmallow on the end of her naked stick and roasting it.

"That's a dumb theory so I'm not doing that, but yeah," there was no point to the entire last topic other than useless information which she was chock full of. She snagged her cellphone and pulled up the camera and faced the camera towards her with her dad in the background. "Smile for the camera dad!" The selfie was snapped and saved for later. "You look good dad! Check you out!" She showed him the picture that she had snagged of the two of them. "I'll send this to mom when I get a chance. Is there even any cell reception up here?" Grizzley bears and no phone reception. Talk about as good as dead if anything happened up here.

She was excited that she got a bag of the massive marshmallows. She would roast the outside and stick it in her mouth to slide off the roasted shell and then repeat the process with the rest of the sweet puffy treat. "Mom has a valid point," the girl mentioned out of now where, " how the heck am I not diabetic, yet?" It was a thought that made her laugh. " The afternoon flowed with conversations around the fire. She talked about how she hated the hell out of mosquitoes and was glad that it was cold because they were all dead. Admitting to how she would usually sleep on her sleeping bag with a blanket over her and admitting to how impractical that was, but not caring.
 
In a way, he felt bad for his daughter. She was stuck out here with him, and while she was probably more fit, he could only remember the last time he had taken his family out here and the complaining her got when he tried to hike with them. He had tried for the first few days, but ended up at camp for the majority of the rest of the trip. Not this time, he wanted to see the sights, and he wanted to take in the geysers and other natural phenomenon. He didn't drive all the way out here not to sit at camp.

When she gave her impression of him, he shook his head. "That's not funny." He said, getting a hot dog ready for himself. "That sounds nothing like me." Sure, he liked to joke as much as the next person, but he never thought impressions of him were funny. Zack had told her about how much their dad hated it, and it was true. When she laid down her fact about sleeping naked, he wasn't quite sure how to react. "Huh." He said, slowly turning the stick in his hand to evenly cook his hot dog.

He turned when she got her camera out, giving her a half assed smile for the selfie. Shaking his head, he spoke. "You might get some reception in town. I doubt there will be anything here though." He said as he continued to turn his hot dog in the fire. "You've got good genes." He answered back. "I think they might all be from your mother's side." He said with a little addition. The sun had fully gone down, and they were treated to a clear night. The stars were out in force, and he was like a little kid staring up at them.

"I think you should probably go to bed. We have a big day tomorrow." He said as he started to put out the fire. "I'll take care of everything and make sure we don't attract any bears. I'll meet you in there." He said with a smile.
 
The stars were blanketing the sky tonight and how could she not admire them twinkling up here. She was sunk in her camping chair and just staring up. She could see why her dad would enjoy these trips. The view alone was a sight to see though hicking sounded like it was going to be a bit of an ass, especially since he had plans on them waking up early. "Are we on a timed schedule during vacation? And dad..." she groaned as she removed herself from the comfortable chair and looked over at the man who was prepping the site for them to go to bed. "You need to give yourself credit too. You look good. You think mom's genes alone could create such awesomeness?"

There was s short laugh and a sigh. "The facts speak for themselves." With a shrug of her shoulders, the teen disappeared into the storage tent to start getting ready for bed. It took some rummaging through her suitcase in the other tent to get her sleeping clothes first before heading over to her dad's tent. Clothes were slipped off and set aside and her red thermal pajamas fit her like a glove with an easy button-up set up in the front. She took a moment to brush her teeth with one of those disposable mini one and done Colgate toothbrushes and some water from her stainless steel tumbler. "If you need to get changed, I'm just gonna brush my teeth real quick." She offered before doing what she had set out to do.

It was colder than she had thought it would be and she made sure to check the weather when packing her clothes for this trip. Quickly she slipped back into the tent and dove right on into where she thought the warmth would be, but it did not seem to be warming her up fast enough. This was destined to be a restless night for her, she could already tell as she lay with her eyes open in the dark.
 
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"If we want to see everything, we have to kind of have a schedule." He answered back before he heard what she said. It was an interesting piece of uplifting advice coming from a pretty unexpected source. Still, he nodded slowly. "Alright princess. I will." He said with a slight nod. "Make sure you dont spit your toothpaste outside. The guide says it might attract bears." He said as he finished putting away everything he needed to for the night.

He too brushed his teeth at the bathroom, which was a little more than a pit in the ground with a bathroom built over it. It was actually a decent walk back to camp. He hadn't seen too many other campers around and the ones that were seemed to be camping in an Rv rather than a tent. He made a mental note before settled into their tent. He tended to sleep only in his underwear, it was more comfortable for him. Settling into his oversized sleeping bag that he and his wife normally shared, he took off his "Yellowstone National Park" t-shirt and his cargo shorts before tossing them next to his head. The sleeping bag itself was quite roomy. Usually, as mentioned before, it fit both him and his wife pretty comfortably.

Even sleeping on his back meant there was a little big of room. "Good night sweetheart." He said with a yawn. Tomorrow they were going to go see Old Faithful, maybe go on some hikes. He could cook his famous camp chili, and then another day of hanging out by the fire. It felt perfect, and he was stoked he was able to share the experience with his daughter.
 
She smiled to herself when he called her 'princess'. He couldn't see her roll her eyes, but it didn't change the fact that she found it cute that he called his teenage daughter a princess. The girl's pajamas were giving her a hard time as she tossed within her sleeping bag. Her clothes would snag and she was still not warming up as she had hoped. Maybe there was something to the whole sleeping naked thing because the clothes were sure not doing their thing. Her nipples were so cold that they felt like icy daggers. "Good night," she replied back to her dad as he got himself comfortable in way less clothing than he had suggested she wear as she watched him toss his shirt and shirts aside.

Too prideful to ask her dad for assistance, she tried to fix things herself. She snagged his shirt that he had taken off and started stripping within the confines of her sleeping back and putting her clothes aside. She would shower tomorrow so it was really no big deal and he was taller than her so the shirt acted more like a dress on her figure and she still had her navy blue cheeky panties underneath, but her legs felt good to be free so it was a start. The warmth was still lacking and she found herself curled up knees to chest before she groaned and sighed in defeat before sitting up.

Her loose long locks were tousled from her restlessness as she looked over at her dad and nudged at his shoulder. "Dad..." she whispered just in case he had genuinely fallen asleep. She didn't want to be an ass and wake him up if he was dead to the world asleep. "Dad, can I sleep with you. I can't get warm in this thing." Neglecting to mention how she had changed out of her original pajamas due to the fact that she felt trapped in the pants. "Pleeeease...." she silently begged.
 
He was usually quick to fall asleep, but for some reason when he was camping it took him a little longer. "Hm?" He said, looking up a little bit. His eyes hadn't quite adjusted to the darkness yet. He could see a slight silhouette of her head against the tan color of their tent, but that was the about the gist of it. He moved over slightly, giving her more than enough room to climb in. "Yeah, sure." He said before he was back to dozing off. A slight snore would take him, but he was in and out of sleep. At one point, he scooted closer to her, wrapping his arm around her waist as he cozied up.

He knew she was going to complain about being cold, and as her father he wanted to do what he could to help her. She was quite a bit smaller than he was, so it didnt come as any surprise that her body fit into his almost perfectly. With her added body heat, the sleeping bag certainly felt much more toasty. It worked po ut both ways. Without her, there had been a decent sized gap. It was a sleeping bag for two people and one didnt cut it.

He lay against her, breathing peacefully. His bare back against his own shirt, his torso pressed against hers. What was unmistaken was what he was pressing against her unknowingly. He was still wearing underwear, but it did almost nothing to hide the bulge of a 9 inch cock. His hand idly played with the hem of her shirt, something he did put of habit with her mother. If he was a little more awake, hed probably be able to recognize what he was doing, but in his half asleep state. He had no idea
 
What Mr. O Reilly may not have known about his daughter was that his fiery princess was tainted. She had sex with one guy before and it was awkward as hell. It didn't mean that she wasn't into exploring herself. Often she would take the showerhead back at the house and set it to a single high stream setting and thanked the heavens that there was a grab bar in their standing shower because she made it a point to be weak-kneed when she was done, which never took too long. Fingers were week aware of where she liked to be touched to get herself off and she managed to walk into Spencer's store at the mall and walked out with a clear purple suction cup dildo that she kept hidden between her mattress and box spring. The girl was always meticulous with her room to make sure her mom had no reason to tend to it.

The warmth shared eased her to sleep and the arms wrapped around her and the feeling of a solid warm force behind her helped to lull her even deeper into asleep. Her ass wiggled practically hot dogging between her ass cheeks. A home she often slept in nothing but her panties and sometimes she didn't even sleep with those. Taking off the shirt would not have been an unusual sensation for her in a half-sleep state. Often when she pleasured herself, she would fondle her own breasts. Pinching and pulling at the taut peaks which happened to be like that as she currently slept.

The girl often had wet dreams of being taken in various ways. That cock was feeling very realistic and teasing a man into having his way with her was always a common occurrence in her mind. In her sleep, she whimpered. She was already soaked from her own dirty mind and her father's cock pressing against her coupled with his steely embrace certainly did not help.
 
There were things that he didn't know about his daughter, but the shoe fit both ways. His life before her had been a tumultuous one. He used to run rackets in Las Vegas, making money hand over fist. His usual nights out consisted of drinking, smoking, drugs, gambling, and flirting with the showgirls at the casinos. It was at one of these casinos where he happened to be captivated by his would be wife. The two had a wild night of fun, and nine months later he got a call informing him that she was pregnant with his first kid, Zack. From there, he had to make a decision. Choosing to settle down in the middle of America with her, he got a job as an insurance claim adjustor. After putting her through school, they had another child a few years later that they would name Isabella. Throughout it all, he took what he wanted when he wanted. Sex with his wife had been a regular occurrence until she took the travelling nurse job. After awhile, it was clear they were both in it for the kids, but he would still use her as he wanted.

By now, his arm had wrapped around her. He wasn't quite asleep yet, but he was used to the camping trips of old. He and his wife would have one tent, and his kids would share the other. Isabella happened to be around the same size as Mallory, and he wasn't quite thinking. His free hand moved to grope at Isabella's breasts, moving easily underneath his shirt. With his free hand, he pulled down his underwear, exposing his cock. Lightly, he ran it between her ass. Leaning down, he kissed Izzy's shoulder. "We don't want to wake the kids." He whispered, before moving her panties just a little bit. Slowly, he slid his member inside his daughter, mistaking her for his wife in his current state. "Ooh. You are much tighter than usual. When was the last time you fucked that doctor?" He asked Izzy, giving her a glimpse into her parent's relationship. He'd often tell Mallory he did this for warmth, but it always led to something more.

"I guess you couldn't stay away, huh?" He said as his fingers rolled her nipple in his hand. "Izzy will be..." He stopped, his eyes popping open after realizing exactly what he had done. His wife wasn't here, she was still halfway across the country, which meant...
 
At the touch of a hand cupping at her breasts her back instantly arched causing the maliable mound to encouragingly press into that hand. A short gasp sounded from her as she felt a clearly wider and longer cock than she had purchased, make it's home in her teenage sex. That voice was so familiar and she felt her tight slick sex working to accommodate that invasive cock that promised so much. Deeper pants were spaced out. She was half in and half out of sleep. She would swear this was a dream. She felt him stop. Her own hand reached for the one teasing at her nipple and held him there. She didn't want this to stop. That sex hungry teenager didn't want this to stop at all. She was not frightened and pain was not verbally expressed. This is one that she would remember for sure. Her hips rolled to keep up the pleasure. "Don't stop..." She mewled. Slowly reality world set in. This was no dream. She was at Yellowstone Park with her dad. In a tent with her dad. "Fuck..." It was the right word for the situation, right?

"Don't stop..." She almost sounded as though she was pleading to him. Izzy had heard what he said. Mom and dad's relationship was clearly a front for her and Zack. They were older kids why bother continuing to hide it? She could only imagine his frustration. Mom could probably fuck whoever she liked a long as she was away and her kids were taken care of. In her twisted little mind she was doing this for him. Her dad was completely neglected in this relationship, in her eyes. Now it was warm and she didn't want that to go away. They had seven days on this trip and heavens knows what the rest of the trip was going to be like. Izzy's much younger body would have a fresh feel to it. Breasts were pert and nipples taunt. That ass had a bounce to it and her pussy was much tighter.

"I want this."

Those words lingered in the air. Words from his young sexually hungry daughter. This made a whole new definition for father daughter quality time.
 
He was fully awake when she spoke, but his brain still hadn't quite caught up yet. He could already tell he wasn't in his home bed. Any stray limb that happened to stick out of the sleeping bag was seared with the cold air around them. Inside the sleeping bag was nice and cozy. So, he was in a tent in a sleeping bag. There was something different this time though. Something was new. It was then, he looked and realized. His cock was buried in a woman, who from behind looked exactly like his Mallory. He heard her words, and he was a little slow to realize that his hips were slowly sliding his member in and out of the woman's pussy. His hands were cupped around her breasts, playing with her nipples and rolling them between his thumb and his forefinger. He had rolled them onto her stomach, thrusting into her with just enough force to send shockwaves through her cheeks as their hips made contact.

His mouth was on her shoulder, nibbling as though she were a foreign delicacy that he wanted to savor. This wasn't just regular sex. He was taking her and making her his. His breaths were steady, as he literally pounded his hips against hers. For a moment, he still thought it may have been his wife, the thought of doing anything like this with his princess was so far gone. She was his little girl, and he had seen her grow up before his very eyes. He was there when she decided she didn't like horses anymore, and when they made her be the only girl in t-ball. He was there when she had been taken out on her first date, and when she first started a short lived rebellious streak. She was his little girl, forever and always.
 
Maybe it was because they were not actually facing one another that made this all so surreal. It couldn't possibly one hundred percent be a he man that tucked her in at night countless times. The man that greeted her first date with a baseball bat in hand. When rolled onto her stomach things got more intense. Regardless of who it was, she had never felt so turned on before. Nonstop panting joined the sounds of clapping flesh as her pussy was thoroughly used. "Yes.. " It was the only weird that she managed to get out. The nibbles upon her shoulder sent shocks straight to the nipples that had been tease and stood taut from arousal. Her slickness made it easy to fuck her but that tightness was apparent as the walls of her sex hugged that cock like a second skin.

This was so foreign to her that it was no wonder she had an orgasm in no time. It took a bit it of her and clutched even tighter into that monster member as it pummeled her insides. There was no way that this who was pounding away at her pussy, but whoever it was was doing a damn good job of keeping her on the edge. Was it her dad? He was the only one in the tent with her. There was no way that someone else snuck in to get a piece of her.
 
His powerful thrusts seemed to remain, but the speed at which he thrust his member into her increased. He was like an animal. His bites on her shoulder grew into a little more than soft nibbles. Instead, he opened his mouth and clamped down on her shoulder. He was a dog that had found a nice juicy steak, and he wouldnt let anything or anyone bear his catch. Had someone stumbled on their incestuous act, he likely would have snarled at them. His eyes had glazed over with lust, and he remembered some of the nights with her mother. They had had lots of fun in their time, but recently she only ever wanted to settle for unenthusiastic handjobs.

Every now and then he would take what he wanted from her, but after the last time she had threatened to call the cops on him. Things seemed to quiet down, and she always found herself at work to avoid any interacts with him. Maybe he felt as though he were getting back at his wife in some way. At this point, there was no doubt that he was balls deep in his own daughter, his hands around her breasts completely in control of her body.

It was the best hed ever had. Mallory had been a slut, but her daughter seemed to be the perfect conduit for what he wanted and what he needed.
 
With every thrust she tried to meet him halfway. The bite to her shoulder cause her to gush with more evidence of her arousal. The seventeen year old had to wonder just how bad their marriage was for it to have come to this moment. She choked back a gasp as he rammed her in just the right spot. "That feels .. so.... good..." She managed to utter while being thoroughly fucked by a man. A man who happened to have a hand in bringing her into this world. This was better than any tow she'd managed to get. Breasts groped on and that back arched as the pleasure mounted yet again. This was her second dick ever and damn was it leaving a lasting impression and setting a high bar for anyone else in her future.

The whole being in a tent in the middle of nowhere scenerio was completely lost on her at the he moment. Hell being fucked by her father was starting to feel normal work each powerful thrust. Why would her mom pass this up? Now Izzy was going to make it here mission to find out what was actually going on between their parents. Did Zack know? Was she so oblivious as to never have noticed the deteriorating relationship of her mom and dad? Thoughts were interrupted with a damn good fucking that caused her to groan into her pillow. "Fuck yes ..." Now if there was one thing they never did it was cuss in front of their parents but damn did that rule fly out the window as she was being sexed by a man that she respected.
 
He didnt care what she said, and how could he? He was violating her in ways he could have never imagined. Between the sleeping bags was growing quite warm, but he still treated his daughter like a woman. With a few last thrusts, he came, pulling her towards him so he could claim her mouth. His tongue pushed right into her mouth, almost as though it was sliding into it's second home. His body quakes as his hips remained tight against hers. Slowly, he started to come down, letting go of her before pulling out and rolling off to his side. He wasnt quite sure where that outburst had come from, but what was done was done.

Almost as though he didnt want to talk about it, his breathing slowed and he fell asleep. His forehead was slick with sweat, and he was more relaxed than he had been in quite some time. His breathing slowed to a steady pace, and he fully passed out on her. His dreams were of her, though it was unclear to him how his daughter would feel when the euphoria wore off. He half expected not to wake up, she was his daughter after all.
 
Twice did Isabella Fiona O'Reilly climax from the ministrations of her own father. With those last few thrusts, she could feel him throbbing within her tight body, and eyes that were once closed from the sheer weight of lust shot open as her mouth was seized in a heated kiss. Her sex milked his cock as she was two to his one for orgasms tonight. The silence was almost deafening. The weight of his body fled her smaller framed and she made no effort to move from where she was. The tingle remained throughout her body and those back-to-back orgasms took more out of her than she had thought. Now she was warm. Her head looked from that sweet dark corner where her ignorance seemed safe and secure. What compelled her to turn her head to look towards her dad was beyond her.

There he was, sound asleep. Was he even aware of what was done? He had not said a word the entire time. Perhaps he mistook her for her mom and never concluded that it was her? If this was going t be the case it was going to be mentally hard for her. Izzy had actually asked her dad to have sex with her. What did that say about her right out the gate? The poor girl's teenage mind continued down that track until her lack of energy caught up with her. That young face fell asleep facing her much older dad. Waking up early was in her cards this morning and it would be a fight to get the girl awake as it was the last thing she wanted. After such a rough night, she had to admit that she slept like the dead.

She had hoped that she was right and her dad would not remember yet she almost wished that he did and accepted it for what it had been. Their family was fractured, even if she didn't know it. What was one psychological crutch added to the mix?
 
The sun hit his face and his eyes had popped open. He glanced towards his daughter, before letting out a sigh of relief. It had all just been a dream. He thought as he closed his eyes and tried to recall the previous night. She had put on his shirt, a sweet gesture, but as long as she was untouched, he was satisfied. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and he even vaguely remembered her asking to climb into the sleeping bag with him. He was already mostly asleep by then, right?

He had to know, he had to check. Lifting up the sleeping bag, he glanced between her legs. Her underwear still seemed to be in place. With a sigh of relief he laid back down, letting out a few breaths. Stopping for a moment, he thought he saw something, looking back underneath the sleeping bag. His heart sank when he realized what is was. A bit patch of her underwear seemed to be discolored ever so slightly. The patch ended up being bigger than he had anticipated, checking her legs and seeing something had dried running down her legs. Laying back down, he laid his arm over his eyes, cursing at the sight he had seen.

Sliding out of the sleeping bag, he let out a sigh a little unsure of what to do. Stepping out of the tent in the nude, he slipped into the storage tent, grabbing some clothes from his bag and making a fire. From there, he thought about waking her up for their hike, but ended up cooking breakfast trying to buy himself a little bit of time before she would wake up and they'd have to have their talk.
 
Izzy felt the warmth of the rising sun permeating through the tent and it woke her ever so slightly. The smell of the cooking breakfast is was finally got her to open her eyes and smile. Arms stretched as she continued to wake up only to realize that there was something missing that had been there before. Her dad. Since she smelled food and heard the crackling of the fire, she could assume that he was up and about already. She slipped her pajama bottoms on that she had taken off last night and widdled her way out of the sleeping bag. She remembered everything about last night.

Maybe she was lucky and he didn't remember what had happened last night. There was no avoiding it. The tent was unzipped and she slipped her boots on before walking over to her camp chair and making herself comfortable. Knees to her chest and her head resting on her forearms as she was clearly not one hundred percent awake. "Good morning, dad" Sounding as though last night had ever happened as she yawned.

"Are we going hiking right after breakfast?" As the smell of the food continued to linger she woke more and more. Those evergreen eyes looked at her dad with her face framed with touseled red locks. The girl did have so much of her mother in her, but the personality aspect was hard to tell. "Are you okay dad?"
 
"Morning sweetheart." He said as he was finishing up. He had laid everything out on the picnic table, and waived to a couple walking around the campsite. Boomer was eating happily after her father had snuck him some bacon grease onto the dry kibble. Fixing two plates, he made his way over to the camping chairs before handing her one. "Yep, right after breakfast." He said as he nibbled at his food.

He looked at her, his stomach rolling and churning a little bit. She was so beautiful and he remembered everything they had done last night. "Unless youd rather stay around camp today." He said before he poked around ag his plate. He wasnt hungry, but his mind was fairly active. If he hadnt been mistaken, she had been as into last night's activities as she had. She asked if he was okay and he nodded. "Yeah... fine." He said before standing and giving the rest of his bacon to Boomer. He poured her some coffee and waited for her to finish breakfast before he cleaned everything up and locked it away in the bear box.

"Are you going out in that?" He asked with a little laugh pointing ag her clothes. "We could also just drive around and see what there is to do. We could probably get some good pictures of some bison." He said offering another suggestion. He knew he didnt want to be at camp anymore. Ever second near the tent brought memories of last night flooding back into his mind.
 
The redhead smiled as she was given a plate and thanked him before she took a bite out of the delicious bacon. She hummed her approval as she continued to eat. "My compliments to the chef," she jested a Boomer clearly agreed. Once the food was gone she more than happily accepted the cup of coffee. For a moment she had believed that she would have to be with her precious cup of liquid crack for an entire week while they were out here.

"Oh my gosh, I love you," a bit of an over-exaggeration for having given her the coffee. When her dad poked fun at what she was wearing she faked a laugh, but still smiled. "I just woke up, give me a sec." with that she got up and went to the storage tent and rummaged through her suitcase and pulled out a pair of skinny jeans, new pair of socks, black panties, and a black bra to go underneath a black rib tank top. Her boots were what she would wear and her jacket was a must as the weather could be rather bipolar with the warmth of the and the coldness of the breeze.

"I am down for a ride. I'm pretty sure Boomer would love it." She spoke as she got dressed in the tent. She took a quick brush through her hair and tied it back into a ponytail before coming back out. Boomer was all over her, demanding his morning head scratch from all and whoever was available. "You silly goofball." she cooed to the overgrown pup. "I'm ready when you are. There's nothing like being out in the middle of nowhere and I would love to get some pictures of the Bison." Sure it sounded a little odd, but it was for father-daughter quality time, no?

She walked past her dad and retrieved Boomer's harness which set the dog off to run circles in places before finally coming over to the teenage girl so that she could put it on him along with his collar to load up in the car. Boomer took his rightful place in the backseat as she scooted in the front passenger seat and threw her jacket in the back and was ready for the ride. She guessed that he didn't remember after all. Meanwhile, the memory of last night played through her head like a story that needed another chapter. She was torn between thinking of what he did to her and all of the things that he still could do and she was far from upset about it.
 
He had a surprise lined up for her. Getting in his truck, he set out. They drove past some signs that marked some trails and found out that bison were quite abundant in the national park. They got a picture of some that were walking next to the road, and some that were fighting. There were some other animals around as well, including a bald eagle and a few pronghorn. He kept the window open so that boomer could stick his head out the window. He would sometimes bark at the bison, but Russell never quite let him out of the truck. Bison were dangerous, and he didnt want to lose his trusty dog.

Pulling off on an out of the way gravel path, he parked his car. The road itself was quite out of the way, but Russell had done some research before the trip. Getting out and grabbing his grandfather's old spotting scope, he set it up on the hood of his truck. He sighted it in, before bringing her closer to him. "Look over there through the scope." He said in a whisper. Stepping behind her, he pressed his body against hers and into the truck.

Through the scope, she would be able to see wolves running around in the hills between some trees. "This pack has been here for few years now." Her dad explained, whispering almost directly into her ear. "Four generations. From grandparents all the way down to sons and daughters." He said, with a smile. It had been the first time he had seen wolves here as t yellowstone and he was clearly quite jazzed. His body was still pressed against hers so he could talk and see through the scope as well. He remembered the first time he had done this with his wife. Much like that time, his hand found a decent resting spot on her ass as he spoke to her
 
The young teen took a picture of all of the animals that she could. She was putting that camera on her Samsung cellphone to good use and the pictures were outstanding, to say the least. Boomer was clearly enjoying the fresh air and drove along. That tongue hanging out and those ears going every which way. When they got out of the car in the middle of what seemed like nowhere of nowhere, she watched as her dad set up one of his old toys on the hood of his truck as she gave Boomer a scratch behind the ear through the crack of the window on this cool day.

When summoned by her dad she walked over and took a peek into the scope. What she saw was certainly worth the detour. "Oh my gosh," she whispered almost as if it would speak the beautiful creatures if she spoke any louder. She listened to her dad as he whispered in her ear. His looming presence took her mind off the animals and back to last night. She felt the hand on her ass and almost felt as though she was in the movie Happy Deathday, but instead of living her death over and over again, it was sex with your dad kind of theme.

"How did you know about them?" Honest curiosity was behind the question. "Clearly hardly anyone comes up here." Maybe the park rangers did, but how much research had he done prior to coming here? Then again, he wouldn't be her dad if he didn't over-plan things like camping trips. "They are gorgeous." There were some young pups in the group and they were so adorable that her heart nearly melted. She looked from the scope and back at her dad who was very close to her. "Are we going to come back to this spot again?" She wouldn't be upset if they did. Killing time watching animals was better than hiking, in her mind.
 
Being close to her was torture. Thoughts of his little girl flashed through his head. Thoughts of when she learned how to ride a bike and when she learned how to drive. He thought about meeting her first friend and driving the pair around to the mall, the lake, and the movie theater. He remembered her first day of school and the pictures he took of her every year. Hell. He had even taken the picture of her a few weeks back before the trip. He remembered how pretty she looked for her prom. Her tight dress accentuating her curves. The material was sparkly and with her hair done up she looked almost irresistible. He stood for a moment, shaking the thoughts from his head.

Squinting his eyes, he pointed. "Izzy!" He exclaimed, straining against her for a moment.. he had stepped into her, pressing his groin against her hips, his back pressed against hers. "Shhh. Look." He said as he pointed at the hill. As she leaned down to look, he further pinned her body against his truck. His hands reached to the button on her jeans undoing them before pulling then down to his knees.

He was completely sober and he supposed maybe that was the best part. He unbuttoned his own pants, letting them drop before he leaned in again, pressing against her. They were standing next to a dirt road that only the most experienced of tourists, ones that specialized specifically in travelling Yellowstone knew, yet there they were. The question was, would they br unlucky? Peak travel time had ended weeks ago. The only people st the park were big time travellers of Yellowatone.

If someone were to drive by, there was no denying what was happening. Did they look different enough from behind? "Do you see it?" He whispered and he kept his finger pointed out as he pressed his erect cock into her. "Grizzly bear." He said as a grizzly came running out of the woods. It wasnt close enough for them to worry about it charging them but close enough for the scope he had brought to see. It was like a nature documentary right before their eyes.
 
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