Snow Days (closed)

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Diana's parents had split when she was 10. She had seen her dad at least once a year since then, but mom had never let her go on his famous hunting trips. She'd never even seen the cabin way up in the mountains where he went every December. Now that she was 18, though, her mom couldn't stop her, and so as soon as finals were done, he picked her up.

It had been a long drive, and it had started snowing as soon as they got up into the mountains, so she didn't get to see any of the views that he talked about. By the time they reached the cabin, she was too tired to do anything but climb into her bed in the loft and get under the blankets to sleep. It had not been a great day, having to take a test first thing in the morning and then sit in the car for eight hours, and she was glad it was over.

In the morning, she felt better, at least until she got out of bed. The fire had burned down and it was cold. She hadn't brought anything warmer to sleep in than her little silk nighty, but there was a warm pair of slippers her dad had laid out for her, and one of his big wool shirts that fell further down her thighs than her nighty. She smelled coffee brewing, and heard the fire getting built down below, so she started down the steep stairs from the loft into the living room.



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Lance had been excited to finally take his daughter on his annual hunting trip. He hadthought and wondered about what she might think of it, despite his wires admonitions. Even after allthe years though she still wanted to go and he had been delighted to take her

He had picked her up from school and they had chatted along the long ride, but as soon as they had arrived they had both turned in. Lance had woken up early that morning and after starting some coffee his good friend Mark had arrived nthentwonhad diligently begun to get the fire stoked. They had the day to bike about and check for signs forbear and deer track. And they needed to get all of the appropriate gear together. The two guys, both just shy of forty were well built and had kept in good shape. The two even looked the part of mountain men. Tall muscular and broad shouldered. Lance was blond with emerald eyes while Mark had raven black hair and crystal blue eyes.

They heard Diana stirring about as they laid there supplies out on the table, checking them over as they chewed on some toast and drank their coffee, discussing the plans for which areas to check first. All the while the snow continued to fall outside

 

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Diana rubbed her eyes, yawning as she walked into the kitchen. She looked out the window and saw the snow had piled up during the night. It was still coming down, and the car was already just a tall mound, buried in thick white powder. Then she looked at the table where her dad was sitting with a dark haired man with beautiful blue eyes.

"Oh my God!" she gasped. "You didn't tell me anyone else was coming!"

Though he had always talked about his trips as things he did with a friend. She just hadn't thought about it, and she pulled the shirt closed around her. The nighty she had on was pretty sheer, and she was wearing a lacy little thong underneath. Not that her Dad's friend wasn't good looking, she thought.

"Sorry," she said, a little embarrassed by her outburst. Holding the shirt with one hand, she leaned down to kiss her father on the cheek and held a hand out to the other man. "I wasn't expecting you. Um ... I'm Diana. Or Di. You can call me whatever."

 

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Lance chuckled at his daughters startled reaction. Then he realized what she was wearing, then chuckled some more as she leaned down to give him a kiss

When she reached out to Mark, his eyes dipped for just a second as the beautiful girl had pulled her shirt closed, but the top parted withthe prodigious weight of her more then ample bosom. He caught a glimpse of full soft round curves, before remembering his place and looking up into her eyes

"I'm Mark. It's nice to meet you Di" he said to her as be shook her small soft hand.

"Yoir dad told me you were coming but it seems henforgot to mention me" he said with a smile as he looked at lance, "We were justgetting ready to go donsome scouting. The snow sure is coming down though. I guess the storm has stalled over us. It's gonna be nasty out there today" he said to the two as he looked at Lance meaningfully


"Yeah I was afraid of that," Lance said bit then he produced a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet nad threw a splash in his coffe

"Good thing incame prepared"

 

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"Hi Mark," she said, smiling as she felt his blue eyes drinking her in. All she had to do was button the heavy shirt, she realized, and she would be able to be modest with her hands free, but she didn't. She liked the way he looked at her, she realized, and blushed. "It's nice to meet you."

She looked again out the window when he said they were going scouting. The look he had passed to her father was curious, and for a moment she wondered if it was about her. Diana was 5'5" and had long honey-blonde hair. She had her mother's 36DD 24 38 figure. Something about being blonde and busty made guys assume she was an airhead. She was used to the looks they gave eachother.

Then she remembered these two had been friends since before her mom and dad even met. They would have their own understandings and probably had a lot more to think about than her. She was just tagging along, she reminded herself, and glanced at Mark again. She let the shirt fall open, exposing her cleavage through the sheer nightgown as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"That has to be at least twelve or fourteen inches," she said. A moment later, she giggled, imagining what her friends at school would say about that. "I mean, the snow."

Then her dad was pouring whisky in his coffee. She looked in the cabinet and saw there were quite a few more bottles. No wonder mom hadn't wanted her to go, she thought, but Diana wasn't bothered by it. Her Dad wasn't going to go out hunting so drunk he didn't know what he was shooting at. She didn't really have any way to know that for sure, but she had always idealized her father, who never seemed to get worked up about things.

Like being snowed in. She was already worrying about what they would do, but her Dad was just shrugging it off with a little whisky. She sat down and held the cup out to him. She told herself to not be like her mom. She would relax and trust them to know what they were doing.

 

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Mark glanced up as she straightened. She let go if the shirt and he could see full ripe breasts making a line of cleavage through a sheer gown before the shirt obstructed any further view, damn lance had a hit little kid, he thoght. Then he glanced out the window, knowing full well that this hunting trip had just turned into being snowed in.

Lance smiled as his little girl came over, proffering he mug

"Don't tell mom" he said with a smile as he poured a good splash into her coffee as well

"Yeah indont think we will he going out in this today, possibly not tomorrow either" he said with a grin at his daughter

"Looks like you just got snowed in with a couple of old farts" he told her with a smile, then he took a drink of his coffee, then tossed another splash in

"What donyou think mark?" he asked as he glanced over at his long time friend


Mark said, "Yep. Immjust glad wenhave that deck of cards or else this could get real boring" he said as he sttod up and took the bottle from Lance, then just tipped it back to his lips, taking a long pull

 

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She sipped her coffee and winced at the burn the whisky gave it. She had been in college a semester, so she wasn't totally unused to drinking, but usually she drank sweet, fruity drinks that tasted like punch. This just tasted dangerous, but she didn't want to seem like a baby in front of Mark, so she drank it quickly. When she reached for her mug and found it empty, her Dad filled it again for her, leaving out the coffee this time.

She had a nice buzz on already, and whether it was the fire or the coffee or the thought of being snowed in, she was warmer. She wasn't really thinking about much, just drinking and watching the snow falling outside while her Dad shuffled the cards. She felt hot, and started to slide the shirt off. The sound of the bottle hitting the table snapped her out of her daydream, and she remembered where she was. And who with.

She blushed and giggled nervously. "I guess I should go upstairs and get dressed," she said, sliding the seat back and standing up slowly.

 

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"Yes dear I think you should" Lance said with a chuckle. Mark on the other hand was sad to hear it nhe had glanced up when she had started to let her shirt fall off. As she shrugged the shirt off her shoulders, he had watched her full bust start to come into view. Especially when he realized that the nightie underneath was so sheer, infirtunatel he had let the bottle clank down, and had broken the spell

Lance pulled out a small box with some chips and slid it to Mark

"Go ahead and count out some chips. We can get a game or two in before we need to worry about wood or lunch" he told his friend as henchuckled to himself. He took the bottle from Mark and tossed back another shot. What had his daughter been thinking?

 

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She climbed up into the loft, glancing back as she reached the top to see if Mark had been watching. She opened her bag. Most of the really heavy duty warm clothes were things she had brrowed, but with the fire going, she didn't really need naything that warm. Still, she had packed for hunting, not being pretty, but she had a nice pair of jeans that hugged her butt nicely, and a tight sweater. She put a tanktop and a thong on under and slid hrer feet back on the slippers.

When she came back down, they had carrds and chips out, and she smiled. She knew her dad was good at cards. It was one of the things that had drove her mother crazy, and she satdown at the tavle with them.

"Is there room for me in the game?" she asked, smiling warmly at Mark.

 

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Mark had hewed her come down, when he looked up he saw her tight sweater hugging her full round breasts delightfully, settng off the full size and young perky shape of them, as well as her flat stomach. Her jeans were snug, showing the full round sweep of her hips which swayed as she approached the table

"Of course there is Di, after all this sis likely going to be the days work, given the snow and all. You just have to watch your dad, he is vicious" he said with a smile as he scooted a pile of chips over to her, then grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured another sizable splash down his throat, before adding another splash to his coffee

"Alright darling", Lance said, "I know that you know the basics so get a drink and take a seat. Let's get this party started" he said with a smile as he began to deal out the cards

Mark took that moment to unbottun his thick flannel shirt, revealing a white tshirt that clung to his heavily muscled chest and well toned abdomen

"Don't know if it's the drink or the fire, but I don't think we will have to worry about being cold" Mark said as he glanced out the window, white snow drifting near the window agaisnt a white background.

 

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She sat down, smiling at the looks Mark was giving her. Even her dad didn't seem to have a problem, though she always thought he would be protective. Maybe he just saw her as a young woman who could make her own decisions. She smiled at the thought as he began to deal the cards, and she accepted another cup of whisky.

When Mark unbuttoned his shirt, Diane had to stop herself from staring. He was in amazing shape, from what she could see, and she bit her lip. She definitely wanted to see more. She took another sip, only shivering a little as the whisky burned. She was either getting used to it, or just drunk. Maybe a little of both she thought as she picked up her cards and stared at them.

"Don't know if it's the drink or the fire, but I don't think we will have to worry about being cold" he said

"Nope, it's getting nice and warm in here," she said, and then blushed. She turned to her father, which was even worse, because suddenly she didn't see him as just her Dad. He was a man, older, yes, but handsome and rugged. She looked back at her cards, wondering what was wrong with her. "What are we playing again?"

 

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Lance chuckled as his daughter asked him about the game

"Simple poker Di, " he said using her name rather then some sort of pet name. He had to realize she was her own woman now

"The real question is what are we playing for here" mark asked as he glanced from Lance to Di and back

"For now Mark I thunk the loser should have to get the next load of wood, or make lunch. After that, well we will have to see what kind of sucker crap wencan make eachother donnas the day, and the drink, wears on" he told his friend with a smile, raising his glass the two drank heavily

 

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Diana bit her lip and sighed at the thought of going out in the cold and the snow to haul wood. Making lunch sounded like a better idea, and she looked at her cards, trying to remember how poker worked. She had only learned once, when her dad had explained it to her, but she figured it was just a game. At the worst, she'd just have to do a bigger share of the chores, so she drank right along with them and felt the whisky slide down nice and warm.

She thought she might have a straight, except one card, and she bit her lip nervously. It was either a pretty good hand, or nothing, depending whether she got the card she needed. She looked at the two men, but she couldn't tell anything from their faces.

 

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Mark had a decent hand, but ue couldn't concentrate. Di was sittin to his side and from where he sat he had a perfect view of her profile. Her tight sweater was hugging her chest tightly and he kept on taking glances at the size of her full round chest. He found himself wonderig if he could turn this game into some strip poker. Or at least see her in that little nighie that she had been wearing. He looked down at his cards, he had a pair and threw threes back in

"Man it's hit in here" he said as he pulled his flannel off. The tight white shirt showed the thick muscles of his chest and his flat hard abdomen. He want married and spent a lot of time at the gym. His arms were equally hefty and toned, the short sleeves of his shirt showing his large biceps and well toned triceps. He stood up for a second and went to the coffee pot, pouring himself some more, then returned tonthentabke to splash in sone more whiskey. As he approached the table, he enjoyed the full frontal view he had of Di. Her full breasts raving slowly as she breathed and the fabric fought to retain her breasts


Lance smiled down at his cards he had shit. He tossed three up on the table

"Well Di what about you nyou need some cards or is the heat getting to you too?" he asked with a smile as he shrugged of his shirt, leaving his tight A shirt on. He was not quite as fit as Mark, but he was well above average for a man his age. He grabbe the bottle from Mark as he returned to the table and threw back a long swig from the bottle, his eyes slidnover his daughter. He couldn't deny how strikingly beautiful she had grown, henhad even caught Mark giving her an appraising glance, but she was her own woman now n

 

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She stared at her father for a moment. Sitting in his undershirt, playing cards and drinking whisky. No wonder mom left him, he was exactly the kind of man she hated. Di couldn't see why, though, he looked so sexy that way. She looked at Mark, who was smiling at her in a strange way. He looked pretty good too. They both did. It was definitely warming up, she thought.


"Well Di what about you you need some cards or is the heat getting to you too?" her dad asked, and she stared at her hand. Right. She looked at the hand and pulled her discard out of her hand and slid it across the table.

"Just one," she said. She lay her cards face down while her dad slid another off the top of the deck and slid it to her. Without looking at it, she poured herself another stiff drink and had a sip. Then she peeled her sweater off. She blushed a little as she tossed it onto the sofa behind her. The tanktop seemed a little tighter and a little more lowcut now than it had before, and her nipples were suddenly standing up hard.

 

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Mark watched fixedly as she peeled her sweater off. Her breasts were squeezed together delightfully as she crossed her arms and crabbed the bottom of her sweater. The tight fabric inging to her flesh until her full tits, wrapped in a snug tank top, bounced free ever sonsloghtly. Her nipples sttod out hard and he could barely believe his full and perky her massive tits were. He was so distracted that he did t even notice Lance slide him his cards


Lance found himself watching his daughter a little too closely as she peeled off her sweater. When had she grown up into such an amazing woman he thought as his eyes slid, a little slowly, over her full round chest. Then he snapped out of it and dealt Mark his cards as well as his own


"Alright Di. The bet is on you" he told her as he tried to clear his head with another long swig from the bottle of whiskey, it was gettig hot in here

 

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She had to bet. There was a pile of chips in front of her that didn't seem to be worth anything, so she slid a few into the pot. She shrugged her shoulders, and one of the straps of her top slid down.

"I bet ... um ... six blue and four white. Oops, seven blue, I mean."

She leaned across the table for the whiskey bottle, feeling her breasts swaying heavy under her top. She knew she was giving them both a good look at her cleavage, and she giggled when she sat down. Normally, she didn't tease like that, but this wasn't any kind of normal.

 

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Mark chuckled as se slid some chips in missing the count

"loos like someone is a little tipsy already" he said with a grin for Di, but that grin was soon wiped from his face he watched as she stood up and reached across the table for the bottle. Her hevy breasts hng forward, pullling the on the top of her tnaktop, making the neckline stretch low to reveal a deliciously deep adn ful line of cleavage

He was snapped out of it as Lance asked him to bet

"I'll match that no problem and then ill raise 2 greens adn 3 blues" he said with a smile

Lance was busy looking at his cards, not noticing the display of young firm flesh as he pindered his cards. However he found himself having very inappropriate thouhgts about the likelihood of turning this game of poker into something a little more interesting

"All right I'll see both of you adn go with ten whites" the chips they all had were quickly diminshing, whatever would the next round lead to if someone, say Di ran out of chips? but he couldnt think like that, that was the booze talking

 

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"Just a little tipsy," she giggled. "What's wrong with that?"

Di frowned as the two men both raised her bet. They were grinning at her expectantly, and then she remembered it was her bet. She counted out enough chips to match their bets and then looked at her cards. She scowled for a minute. She had thought she had gotten her straight, but she had gotten a second four. A pair of fours wasn't as good as a straight. Still, it was better than nothing.

"I guess I hold."

She lowered her cards and looked at the pile of chips she had left. It didn't matter, she decided, it was just for fun. They wouldn't really make her go out and get wood in all that snow. She hoped.

"So are you seeing anyone, dad?" she asked. She glanced at Mark and blushed, hoping they wouldn't notice. If she asked her dad first, she could find out if Mark had a girlfriend. Or a wife.

 

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Mark smiled as she decided to hold, he decided to bet again, keep raising the stakes, he was curious to see if she would stay in our just lose her chips

"No Di I am not." he told her eluctantly as he met Mark's bet, at this rate someone was gonna be out on this first hand. But little did he kno tht was exactly what Mark was hoping for. He wanted to see if she would try to buy her way back in

"What about you Di? nyone from college yet?", her dad asked in reply

 

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She thought for a moment. She didn't quite know why it made her so happy that her Dad was single again. She wanted him to be happy and all, but she always seemed to get jealous of his girlfriends when she met them. She shook her head. "Nobody really. A couple maybes, but nothing serious."
She glanced at Mark, who had raised the pot again, and sighed. She slid a few more chips in. She hoped he had at least noticed that she was available. She smiled and leaned towards him a little. She knew she was showing him more cleavage than she probably should, but the way he looked at her was so nice. He was old enough to be her father ... he was actually her father's age, but there was something about that she found exciting. Maybe she had a thing for older men.
"What about you?" she asked Mark. "Are we all free agents?"

 

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Mark smiled as Di turned her interest to him, the way she leaned over he table as so fucking alluring. her full breasts pressing forward against her top, and the table squishing her flesh into tremendous soft swells that spilled out of the neckline

"Who me, nope. I am an eternal bachelor. Even on the girlfriend side i alwys play it loose. But no i am a free man " he told her with a grin as he decided to finaly stay, adn so did Lance

They all laid out their cards adn Lance won the pot with a full house

" Haha suckers" he said as he raked the pile over to himself

"Di would you be a dear and get me some more coffee" he asked as he collecected the cards adn started to shuffle

As Di rose, bth men found themselves eyeing the way her ass filled out her tght jeans. She had a delightful sway to her hips, adn each plum cheek swelled delightfully with every stride

 

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Di grbbed the coffee pot off the stove and turned. Her father looked away, but Mark just gave her a big grin. Had they been checking out her butt? She looked behind her, over her shoulder, and then blushed. There was a good reason these were her favorite jeans. She always liked the way her ass looked in them, and the attention it got her, but her own dad?

The worst part was that she wasn't angry or outraged at the thought. It was surprising, but it made her feel warm inside. She came back a little slower, wondering if she was really starting to get turned on by her Dad. She leaned over the table to pour his coffee, letting her breasts sway and arching her butt up. She did the same for Mark, and blushed a little more at the way he looked her over. She filled her cup halfway, and saw Mark adding whisky to all 3 cups. She put the pot back on the stove and sat down again.

Her pile of chips was pretty small after that first hand. She'd have to be more careful if she wanted to stay in the game, she thought. She picked up the cards Dad had dealt her and threw a chip in for an ante.

 

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Mark had nit turned his eyes away but smiled at the pretty girl when she turned. Catching a quick glimpse of her fully rounded profile, it was unbelievably impressive. He glanced down at his cards then looked up to see her pouring for her dad. Her full tits hung forward slightly pressing her tank top out, and her back arched a little as her plum full ass filled out her jeans delightfully. Then she turned to fill his and as she concentrated on his mug his eyes drank in the exposed cleavage. Her breast hung heavy and full rounded, pulling the neckline down. A deep line of soft cleavage filled his eyes as her melon sized orbs quieted together with he pull of gravity and the impressive restraining power of her top. As she finished he took the bottle and topped off everyones mugs with some more whiskey, she seemed to be handling her liquor fairly well. He tossed in his ante

Lance found his eyes flickering from HHS cards to Di's full cleavage as she poured, his heart thumping a little faster as he drank in the full swells of this young girls full chest. She was a delightful figure, there was no denying that. He grabbed his mug after it was topped off and took a deep drink to try and calm himself, he was getting way too worked up by her, his daughter, this young girl with an amazing body

Soon they had all anted up and the cards were in play. Lance. Was looking at crap and he tossed three cards down. Mark found himself looking at three pair and he smiled as he placed a bet , ten of the greens. His pile was just as small as Di's but he had a feeling about this hand and he knew that Lance had chips toburn sonhe needed to flush out as much as possible.

"So Di. Are you enjoying the wild college life, or closeting up and studying?" he asked as Lance saw his bet and it was now on Di to fold or stay in. He knew she only had five more chips after the bet and he hoped to bleed her dry, then perhaps see what she might do to stay in

 

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After a glance at her cards, Di slid ten greens into the pot.

"Oh, you know," she said, a little coy smile flashing at Mark as she blushed a little. "I try to be a good girl. During the week, anyway."

She shot a glance at her father, to make sure he wouldn't be upset with anything she might end up admitting if they wanted to know more. Surprising as it was to her, he seemed fascinated, though she noticed his cup was already halfway empty. She knew she was pretty drunk already, but she was slowing down. The last thing she wanted was to end up on her knees in the bathroom being sick, but dad seemed to be hitting it harder.

She didn't really know his habits, or his limits, and she definitely didn't want to be a drag if there was nothing to worry about. On the other hand, she was afraid maybe she was the reason he was drinking so much. She leaned over, rising up out of her seat and bending down to hug him and kiss his cheek.

"I just wanted to say thank you, Daddy," she said. "I know we're going to have a great week, no matter how much it snows."