My daughter lived in a log cabin in the mountains of upstate New York. It was her writer's retreat, having made a small fortune in her novels and preferring the solitary peace of our ancestral lands to draw her creative energies from.

She invited me one winter for a weekend visit and I obliged to clear my calendar and get in some long-awaited reading, fishing, relaxing, and just visiting with my only offspring. As luck would have it, the drive was beautiful, until I hit her two-mile long driveway. Then the snow came down like a blizzard.

Heather greeted me warmly and she had dinner already prepared. We had an elegant time, wining and dining, until the fireplace drew our attention. Then, the power went out.

Heather sighed and said, "Well, I guess that's that."

I offered to get some firewood and made the trek to her shed. When I returned with an armload, she had comforters and pillows all laid out before the fireplace, waiting. I smiled and lit the fire without a hitch. Then we settled in and waited for the heat. She snuggled close to me as we stared into the flames.

We drank some more wine, talked into the night, and dozed off in the blankets. I awoke suddenly and it was still dark outside. I looked down to see that Heather had backed into me, snuggled up in my arms. We were quite warm from the fire and she felt really good in my arms. Too good. Her soft, warm body made my manhood uncontrollably twitch. I noticed that I had a hand dangerously close to her young breasts.

I shifted slightly and she stirred. My throbbing cock was now firmly pressed against her soft ass. In a few beating moments she turned to me and smiled.

"Mmmm," she said. "This really nice."

"Yeah," I said, clearing my throat of the lump--or was the lump down below? I needed to get away from her.

"You make a great pillow, Dad."

"Uh...you're the one that's nice and soft."

Her smile grew wider and she seductively licked her lips. "Have any good dreams?"

I sighed. "Well, I don't know if they're considered good dreams...but...Let me go put some more wood in the fire." I changed the subject and got up to place more logs into the fireplace. When I turned back to her Heather was unbuttoning her shirt. My mouth dropped.

"It's getting hot in here," she explained. "I just want to get some of these off since we didn't bother to change into our jammies." She threw her shirt onto the couch and snuggled back in. I got a glimpse of her bra-covered breasts. She moved over and made room for me once more.

I laid with my back to her as she hugged me from behind. "Thanks for coming, Dad."

"Anything for you, kiddo."

We lay still for what seemed like an eternity, neither of us knew exactly what time it was by now. She ran her fingers lightly along my arm, daydreaming and staring into the fire. Her body pressed so close to mine, the heat of her skin burning into me, and her womanly scent drove me absolutely crazy. By now I was burning with lust, incredibly harder than I had ever been.