He gasped against my lips in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. You jizz I’m… and then I kissed him! “Daddy… I must have been doing it wrong, or something, because this was incredible! I love you so much, and I know you love me too!”
“Of course I love you, sweetheart!” he cooed, squishing me tighter in his arms. “The grief of losing your mom…”
“That wasn’t what this was about!” I angrily denied, though of course I knew it was, at least in part. “I’m not sure I’m brave enough to look,” I admitted, giggling shyly. Dad and I set up our propane burner and cooked a quick supper for ourselves, then visited the outhouse, hung our remaining food from the bear scaffold, and turned in for the night.
