Daddy and Daughter must survive in the wild, naked and horny

Hi, daddy and daughter erotica fans. Expect water sports, anal, and some other Daddy-Daughter shenanigans. Have fun and thanks for reading.-

Daddy, are we lost?” my eighteen-year-old daughter Abby asked.

I looked at the GPS on my daughter’s phone, turning it this way and that. There were so many trees that it was struggling to pinpoint our location. The battery indicator at the top told me it had 10%. I’d left my phone behind, foolishly thinking it would be a good time to “unplug” and appreciate nature.

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“We’re not lost. We’re on the path.”

“The path never ends,” she whined. “Can we take a break? I’m so tired. You said this was a one hour hike; it’s been three.”

“Yes, okay, let’s take a breather.”

We sat down right there on the path, our backs to the same giant tree. The path was more of a bike trail, with just a single dirt line through the thick woods. When my sister, Elise, had invited my daughter and me out to her house, she had sold me on all the peacefulness of the wilderness, and that it would be good for me and Abby, give us a chance to bond after my ex-wife left me for a woman who was “gentle with her, how a man should be,” whatever that meant.

“I’m so hungry,” Abby complained. “And thirsty.”

I opened my backpack. “I have six granola bars and a half a bottle of water left.”

“Why didn’t you bring more water?” she asked.

“I didn’t expect us to be gone so long. I only have the granola bars because you like them for breakfast, and I didn’t know if your aunt had any.”

“I want to go home,” she whined.

“I know, babygirl,” I said, putting my hand on her back and rubbing it. My girl looked so sad. It broke my heart. She was a small thing, very slim, but thick in the hips and butt, with petite breasts. She had her mother’s auburn hair and my brown eyes. She was dressed light, just in a pair of sneakers, jeans, and a tiny shirt that said “Baby” on it; whenever she lifted her arms, her midriff showed. My daughter never wore a bra. The outline of her little tits was always visible. I was used to it. I often saw other men staring at her, not that I could blame them. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t know how to tell her to wear a bra, and I had the feeling she liked the attention.

Myself, I was wearing jeans and a rock concert t-shirt. It was a warm day, and I liked to show off my arms when I could, not that there was anyone to show them off to. But ever since my wife left me, I’d been spending more time in the gym. Admittedly, neither my daughter nor I were dressed properly for a hike, but it was only supposed to be a short nature walk.

“Here,” I said, holding out a granola bar. She took it, opening it and breaking it in half. She gave me one side. It made me smile. “Baby, you go ahead and have it all.”

“No, Daddy. We have to share everything until we’re safe. Take it.” I looked down at her cute little hand holding out half of the granola bar, her nails painted white, chipped and overgrown. Her aunt Elise had promised to take her to the nail salon tomorrow.

“Thank you, baby,” I said, taking the half bar and eating it in one bite. She took her time with her half, slowly picking small little pieces between her fingers, popping them into her mouth and looking around as she ate.

“At least it’s pretty out here,” she said.

I leaned over, kissing her forehead. “You don’t know what pretty is until you meet your firstborn.”

“Aw, Daddy. You’re always complimenting me.”

“A daughter should grow up knowing her worth.”

She smiled sideways. “You know, you’re a very handsome daddy, too.”

I chuckled. “Thanks.”

“I’m serious. I keep telling you to find a girlfriend. I don’t like seeing you lonely.”

“I’m okay. It’s only been a year and a half since your mom left. I’ll figure it out when I’m ready.”

“Mom’s such a bitch. Stupid pussy eating slut,” Abby said.

I chuckled. “Language. And don’t be so hard on her. She was always a little bi-curious, even when we were in college. She was just scared to figure herself out, and by the time she did, well… here we are.”

“Fine, if she wants to be a lesbian, I don’t care, but she never calls us or checks up on us, unless she wants fucking money, such a bitch.”

“Language, young lady!”

“Sorry.”

“Look, your mom is just busy with her new girlfriend. Give her some time. I know she wants to be in your life.”

“You’re too nice, defending her like that, giving her money.”

“Hey, I owe her: she gave me you. How could I ever hate her?”

Daddy…”

I smiled and took a small sip of water, just enough to wet the inside of my mouth. “Here, drink up.”

“You should have a little more first.”

“No, you need your strength. I drank an entire bottle in the car on the way here.”

“Okay,” she said, taking the bottle and sipping until there was only a quarter-bottle left. “Can I have my phone back?” I handed it back. She held it up. “Still no service.”

“Baby, save the battery. We need it for the GPS.”

“There’s only 8% left.” She bit her lip and then opened her favorite messenger app. “Keith probably tried to text me. I bet he thinks I’m ignoring him. God, this is a nightmare. He’s never going to ask me out.”

I rubbed my forehead. “Baby, the battery.”

“Fine,” she said, handing it back. I put it away.

“First-world problems,” I said.

“Right now, we’re in a total third-world problem,” she complained.

“Come on, let’s get moving.”

We climbed up and started back along the path. We didn’t make it far. I froze a minute later, and my daughter ran right into my back.

“Ow, hey, come on,” she said.

“Don’t move,” I said.

Abby walked around me and froze too. We were both staring at the biggest bear either us had ever seen, which was technically the only bear either of us had ever seen. I wasn’t sure what the breed was, but it might have been a black bear with a little bit of white on it, or a dirty polar bear, or a panda.

“Oh my fucking god!” Abby said.

“Shh! Stay still.”

The bear stood up on its hind legs and let out a roar.

Daddy, let’s run!”

“Maybe it’ll go away,” I said. “It’s probably like a T-Rex; its vision is based on movement.”

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