Chapter 6

I clutched my coffee as I stared at Natalie. The mug was warm in my hand and I briefly considered taking a sip to stall, but my hands refused to move. So did my chest, and I was going to need to take a breath sooner or later.

“If Cheryl wanted to do her dad.” Natalie leaned forward on her elbows, her eyes alight. “You had to have roleplayed it.”

I swallowed, finally able to move. She’d asked a question I could answer.

“Yeah. A couple of times.”

“Was it good?”

“A little weird the first time,” I said. “And I think she got more out of it than I did.”

Natalie nodded. “So what’d you do?”

“Well ... It depends. We didn’t do it all the time. Just a couple.”

“How many’s a couple?”

“Three or four.” I paused and thought. “Four.” Four times with me pretending to be Cheryl’s dad, and another four with her pretending to be Natalie.

“So what’d you do? She called you Daddy?”

“Yeah, but it was more elaborate than that.”

“Go on...”

My nerves were still on fire. I decided to throw it back to her. “Do you really want to hear about your brother’s sex life?”

She smirked. “I asked, didn’t I?”

“Okay ... but then you gotta talk about yours as well.”

“Deal.”

“Well ... okay. What we’d do is, well, Cheryl would come up with these scenarios. Like her catching her ‘Daddy’ masturbating and wanting to know what he was doing. So I’d start, you know, doing it in the bedroom while she peeked at me. Then she’d come in and discover me and, you know, it’d go from there.”

“You’d fuck her.”

I nodded. “Eventually.”

“Was it hot?”

I wanted to say no, that it was mostly weird. I had trouble imagining myself as her dad, but then I caught myself. I’d already told her it was amazing.

“Yeah,” I said, “mostly because she got into it.”

Natalie chuckled. “I’ll bet.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“So what was the hottest part?”

“For her?” I didn’t wait for Natalie to answer. “I think when she’d say ‘Daddy, put it in me.’”

Natalie nodded and motioned for me to go on.

“Yeah.” I started to ham it up. “She’d say, Come on, Daddy. Put it in me, Daddy. I want to feel it, Daddy.”

My sister’s nostrils flared, and her eyes dilated.

“I’d pretend to resist, of course. ‘No, baby, it wouldn’t be right. No, darling, I can’t do that. It’d be wrong.’”

“But you’d do it.”

I smirked. “Of course I’d do it.”

“She must’ve loved it.”

“Yeah. But she also loved gangbangs.”

“Oh, yeah.” Natalie bit her lip and leaned back. “Sorry.”

We both fell quiet for a bit. I used the opportunity to eat a little more food. Natalie started to say something and then cut herself off. I waited until she had a mouthful of eggs.

“So,” I asked, “would you have roleplayed? Dad-daughter. With your guy?”

She thought while she chewed and then swallowed.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe. Probably not. It depends.”

“Depends on what?

“A bunch of stuff.”

“Like what?”

“Well ... once I met his daughter, it wouldn’t have felt right.”

“Okay...”

“There are other reasons.”

“But you’re not freaked out.”

She smirked. “About roleplaying?”

“Yeah. Well, and...”

“The fact that he wanted to screw his daughter? Well, at least I think he did.”

“Yeah. That.”

“Nope.” She grinned at me. “He wasn’t a creep, so it didn’t bother me at all.”

I laughed. “So I’m not the only pervert in this family.”

“Nope.” She grinned. “Not at all.”

We called Dad after breakfast. It was ... a difficult conversation. Since he and Brenda weren’t going to make it, he wanted to cancel the cabin reservation and get a refund for the remaining nights. Natalie had actually read the rental contract and told him that wouldn’t work and he wouldn’t get his money back. Dad grew irritated and wanted to know why he was paying for a cabin he wasn’t using, and I butted in and pointed out that we, his kids, were using it. He grumbled under his breath, and I was sure he was going to tell us to pay for it, but he didn’t.

However, he did start asking what it would take to change our flights and leave early. Natalie sweetly told him that if he couldn’t get a flight in, we wouldn’t be able to get flights out. He started to argue, but Natalie cut him off and pointed out that we’d paid for our own plane tickets. All he’d paid for was the cabin, and he wasn’t getting that money back anyway.

Natalie and I were both pissed off by the time we got off the phone.

“He’s just ... selfish,” she fumed.

“A selfish pig,” I added. “Worse, now that he’s with Brenda.”

“Don’t get me started on her. You know she hates us.”

“Hates you,” I said. “I don’t think she gives a damn about me one way or another.”

“Oh, she hates you, too. Or at least hates that dad spends money on you.”

“Barely,” I scoffed. “What, this trip? The plane tickets for Christmas?”

“Yeah. She didn’t think I heard her, but she was whining about the tickets for Christmas.”

“What a bitch!”

Natalie sighed and nodded.

“So what now?” I asked.

“I want to blow off some steam,” she said. “How about we go out and build a snowman?”

I smirked. Somehow I was sure that was going to turn into a snowball fight.

“Sure.”

Clouds blanketed the sky, but we didn’t have any wind. We did work on our snowman, mostly by just scooping and dumping the snow on the lump we’d created earlier. We didn’t try rolling it, simply because there wasn’t a lot of flat ground between the trees to roll up. Also, without shovels or other scoops, there wasn’t much we could carry over to the snowman at once.

I was kneeling, patting the snow into something that resembled the base, when, as expected, Natalie struck. She dropped a handful of snow down my neck.

I roared and lunged for her, but she was too quick. Laughing, she scampered back out of my reach. I stood just in time for a snow ball to smack into my chest. I scooped up snow in both hands and chased after her.

Continuing to laugh, Natalie dodged between some trees. I tried to cut her off and she back-tracked. I quickly whipped around and caught up to her as she raced for the cabin door. She shrieked when I wrapped my arms around her from behind and playfully struggled against me. The snow dropped out of one hand but I managed to raise the other to dump what was left down her front.

“Oh! It’s cold!” she cried.

“Just like my back.”

She’d stopped struggling, but I still held her.

“Ready to go inside?” I asked.

“Yeah. And you can let go of my tit.”

“Sorry!” I jerked my hand away, not realizing that’s where I’d grabbed her.