Chapter 4: Cabin Fever

January 11, 2027

It was the evening after Katie’s birthday. Sally couldn’t sleep and got out of bed to sit next to her dad who was sprawled on the couch looking through one of the sportsman magazines. She was wearing one of her dad’s T-shirts which rode up to her hips revealing she had nothing else underneath.

“Daddy, can we talk a little?”

He sensed her need to ask him something and sat up nodding. “Sure, you know you can ask me anything, any time. I’m always here for you and Katie if you need to talk or ask me something.”

The cabin was pleasantly warm, but she squeezed next to him anyway, causing him to put one arm around her to feel snug. Sally smiled, knowing she could always count on her dad. “Do you miss mom?”

“Yes, I loved her very much and miss her a lot.”

“Well, do you miss her, I mean, you know, like a man?”

It took Clark a long time to accept his hapless condition as widower, becoming celibate and learning how to live with it. He wasn’t sure where the conversation was going, but felt Sally was mature enough to handle his response. “I wouldn’t be honest with you if I told you I don’t have those feelings anymore. Yes, I do miss her presence, her silky skin, her sexy body.”

“The first time you and Mom, you know, did it, was it hard for her?”

Multiple thoughts raced through Clark’s mind, trying to remember the moment, the love, the hopes, the passion in their hearts. And, yes, he was hard, rock hard.

“When we did it the first time together, it was the first time ever for your mom and me. I was nervous and I’m sure she was too, but we never talked about it. We were also a little awkward. I tried to be patient and your mom trusted me. I think that made it easier and everything turned out well. Eventually we got you out of the mix.”

Sally smiled, comforted by the knowledge she was the product of her parents’ love, and wanted to know more.

“So both of you were virgins?”

“Yep.”

“Did she enjoy it?”

Clark took a deep breath to collect his thoughts and said, “We both enjoyed making love, joining our bodies until we were one physically and emotionally. It’s both a magical, magnificent feeling like no other. It’s really beyond description. It’s a feeling one can appreciate only by doing it.”

Without saying another word, Sally suddenly leaned over and planted a kiss on her dad’s cheek. Then, she jumped up and quietly disappeared under the covers of her bed. Clark appreciated Sally’s concern, trying to help him adjust to the new reality. She was always trying to look after him, even when she was little, hugging him, combing his hair, tying his shoelaces. It was certainly a trait she had acquired from her mother.

January 26, 2027

Some two weeks later, Clark was again reading an article in the dim light of the kerosene lamp, resting comfortably on the couch and tending to the fire in the stove. The girls had already turned in for the night and Clark was sure they were fast asleep.

Suddenly, he heard Sally roll over and quietly uncover herself. She slid to the edge of his bed which pushed up the T-shirt she was wearing, exposing the dark patch of soft, curly pubic hairs between her thighs and confirming what Clark had suspected for some time that she slept without any underwear on.

With a faint whisper, as if to convey a secret, Sally said “Daddy, I need to talk to you.”

“Sure, come on over and sit here,” Clark said, patting and fluffing up the cushion beside him. He had a blanket around him, which he adjusted to make room for Sally to curl up next to him. It was bitter cold outside with sub-zero temperatures and the stove was struggling, barely able to generate all the heat it could to keep the cabin warm.

She sat down by his side and snuggled in close, placing her head against his chest. For a while they watched the flames dancing, weaving a hypnotic spell, the sides of the stove pinging as the iron expanded from the heat, as he waited for her to begin the conversation.

Finally, she took a deep breath and looked up at him for a second to make sure he was focused on her. “This is just between you and me. OK?”

“Of course, you know you can always come to me for anything.”

Sally looked up at her dad again, a bit serious, but relaxed, and began.

“Well, don’t get the wrong impression, but I like Katie and she likes me. We’ve become really close and sometimes one thing sort of leads to another, then another, and well, you know.”

Clark wasn’t sure what she expected him to know or guess, and said “Go ahead. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I don’t know what the girls called it when you were in school. In my school, they talked about ‘surfing the Bermuda Triangle.’ Katie’s friends referred to it as ‘pampering the pussy.’ Have you ever heard these expressions before?”

“I have no idea, but go ahead,” Clark responded, but had a feeling what she meant.

“Katie and I ... we’re not lesbians. We’ve been touching each other.”

Clark had guessed right that this is where the conversation was heading, but remained quiet.

Sally looked up at him again and asked, “Are you shocked?”

“Should I be?” Clark asked in response.

“Well, it’s not like we’re having sex. It just feels better than doing it to yourself. Katie likes it when I put my hand on her pussy and rub her clitty, you know, the sensitive spot along her slit. But, she thinks it’s not right like it’s illegal, immoral.”

Looking back, Clark had taken it for granted that one day Sally would become interested in boys. He and Sally’s mom usually let her figure out such life changing experiences on her own. He wasn’t so sure about Katie’s parents. Nevertheless, now with the world thrown into anarchy, the girls would never come to know the joys of flirting and dating with boys and eventually having sex in a respectful, trusting and loving way. It was not in his nature to discourage them from their playful activities of pleasuring each other.

Clark patted Sally’s shoulder and tried to offer some sensible advice. “I once read that love between women is a complicity and a bond that is shameless. The feelings they arouse in each other are not violent, and they can satisfy their sexual needs without any greater consequences. Their feminine bodies are passive and do not frighten them.”

“Wow, Daddy, I never thought of it that way.”

“Now, the way I see it,” Clark continued, “as long as neither one of you feels like you’re being forced to do it, and you’re not hurting each other, I don’t see anything wrong or immoral with two women giving each other pleasure. On the other hand, two men... no way!” he shook his head vigorously.

Sally relaxed her body against her dad and said, “You must masturbate.”

It wasn’t a question. So, Clark didn’t respond.

She looked up at her dad, smiled and said, “You can say you do.”

Clark looked away from her towards the fire and gave a little nod.

Sally brought herself up and knelt next to her dad. She gave him a serious look and said, “Katie, well...”

She paused without finishing her thought, leaned over and gave her dad a little kiss next to his lips. “It’s getting late and I’m keeping you up.”

With that said Sally slipped back into bed under the thick comforter and quickly fell asleep.

Images of Sally and Katie’s young naked bodies, and each one fondling the other kept him awake and edgy until he finally took matters into his own hand and with practiced motion released the sudden, aching pressure in his balls.

February 2027

Winter made the days pass slowly. The girls spent almost all their time inside the cabin, reading and swapping the novels they received for Christmas.

Whenever Clark returned back inside after chopping fire wood or inspecting the traps, he could tell by the familiar musky smell in the air and the way the bed or their clothing were in disarray that Sally and Katie had been sexually pleasuring each other. It didn’t bother him, but Clark sensed the girls were always horny, hungry and ready to please and to be pleased.

He too was fervid and couldn’t help but notice the girls’ bodies now more than ever before. They were very sexy and seemed to be wearing clothes that highlighted the contours of their sensuous hips, tight butts and perky boobs.

At first, they would sprawl out on the bed each wearing a long sleeve T-shirt, panties and knee high socks, their knees bent to support a book, making it impossible not to notice the contours of their swollen labia with a dimple in the middle.

Then one afternoon, he found them deeply concentrated on their reading and weren’t aware that their knees had drifted apart. He could clearly see their smooth thighs converging at the inverted triangle and contours of their vaginal valleys. The girls knew he could see their nether regions, but neither one cared. They made no attempt to close their legs and hide the mysterious mark of their female distinction, but kept reading and awaiting a reaction from Clark.

He was drawn like a magnet to look down at both girls quietly appreciating the lovely view of the dips and swells of their labia staring back at him from between their legs. He wouldn’t be a man if he didn’t look. His jeans immediately became a bit misshapen, but the girls didn’t notice, at least not yet.

It was only a matter of time as all three slowly sacrificed their modesty to the reality of living together, confined in one small space, and accepted the nakedness of each other. Sally was quick to adapt. Katie was more cautious, although she knew it was both inevitable and unavoidable.

Clark tried to act natural despite the obvious, lumbering equipment between his legs. It was more than just an added appendage to his masculine form, but an animate extension of himself protruding outward which moved, stirred, and was alive. It was an active part of him with an apparent life of its own, active and engaged in his movements, energetic, agile, nimble, ready to perform, to stage a show. The girls would giggle and try to feign their curiosity.

On alternate days, the old fashioned ritual of heating water on the stove and filling the galvanized washtub rusty around the rim with steaming water to take a bath had been revived. Sally and Katie took turns sitting snug and secure in the tub, and butt naked in front of the stove. Clark was too big to fit in the tub and had to stand. There was no need to hang a sheet for privacy. The idea was absurd and inconsistent with their new way of life.

Over the months, everyone adapted and became comfortable with the situation as if it had always been that way. Nevertheless, Clark was careful not to let his arousals become unruly and make the girls feel embarrassed. However, his audacious friend didn’t share his concern.

The girls, on the other hand, were less concerned about their nudity except when the wetness between their legs felt like it would trickle down the inside of their thighs. The musky opening that was well tucked away, hidden, and covered with fur was an inanimate part of their body, but tingled with excitement more than ever before.

They knew it was the mystery, the secrecy that shrouded their sex which drove the male wild. They loved teasing Clark by walking around wearing white button-down shirttails and long socks, making provocative movements like bending over in front of him to pick up something they had dropped, and displaying their excellent posteriors. Little did they know that the bull’s eye of their small puckered rosettes were clearly visible just above the groove of their sex, winking salaciously at him.

A normal man was not meant to withstand the kind of pressure that the girls were subjecting him to. Still, they delighted in testing his masculinity, and often played a game of who could get him to tent his pants the fastest. It made them proud knowing that they were capable of raising more than just his libido.

Clark warned them that they could easily catch a cold or worse hypothermia, hampering their ability to think straight. They didn’t listen. Of course, the upside to all this was that they had very little laundry to do.

February 25, 2027

While slumped on the couch one evening in front of the warm stove and just staring at a knot in one of the beams of the ceiling, he heard Sally climbing out of bed. She said she couldn’t sleep. Katie usually slept on her right side facing the wall. But, at that moment, she was on her back with her head slightly turned in the direction of the couch.

“Need to talk?” Clark asked.

Sally nodded and came over to sit next to him. She was wearing one of her own T-shirts which barely covered her naked butt and furry triangle. She preferred to sleep without underpants and Katie had taken up the habit too. Clark realized at that moment that he had been sleeping for weeks, maybe months in the same bed with two half naked nubile teenagers in the prime of their sexual development. He shook his head to get rid of the thought and not allow the pressure in his crotch to reach an aching erection.

“Daddy, do you remember our last conversation?”

Clark nodded and waited.

“Well ... Katie... , “ she paused, her voice trailing off.

Clark wasn’t sure if once again she wouldn’t complete the sentence.

“ ... Katie likes it when I touch her and get her to have an exploding orgasm. But...”

Again she paused, took in a deep breath and in a rush said, “Katie asked me to ask you if you would make her a woman.”

Clark’s jaw dropped and he briskly shook his head unsure of what he had just heard.

Sally, realizing the shock affect her words had on him, quickly amended, “I’m sorry if we’re putting you on the spot.”

Clark was floored and just stared at the flickering flames.

“Katie is okay with woman to woman sex, but she feels it should be man to woman sex. Do you know what I mean?”

Clark looked Sally straight into her eyes and said, “What are you asking me? Are you asking me to fuck Katie? Is that what she wants? Do you agree with that?” He put emphasis on the crude word, hoping it would knock some sense into her mind.

Sally stared back, blushing, not because of the f-word that sprang out of his mouth, one she heard often at school and in movies, but never before from him. Instead, it was the inherent sound of an act as old as humanity, primitive, yet sublime by nature that stirred her. She shrugged her shoulders and said, “She just asked me if you would do it with her. She is serious. She thinks you are the one chosen for her. She wants to give up her virginity to you.”

Clark shook his head again in an effort to clear his mind and snap back to reality. His daughter was asking him to have sex with Katie who barely turned fifteen and was like a sister to her. It didn’t seem to bother Sally at all. If she wasn’t bothered by it, why should he allow himself to be shocked?