Getting Sweaty With Daddy Part 3 - Sex Stories

Getting Sweaty With Daddy Part 3

The two weeks before Dad and I went to Vermont with Sarah felt like they went on forever. I was determined to make this trip memorable, so I went shopping and bought some new clothing, lingerie, and a couple of surprises at the sex toy store. I was excited about our trip, even though I had no idea what would happen when the three of us were finally alone together.

The ride up to the condo was the longest of my life. The car was filled with sexual tension that could be cut with a knife. Sarah and I sat in the back seat while Dad drove. We listened to music, singing along to kill time. We talked and gossiped about other runners in the community, yet the one thing left unspoken was that we now all knew about our secret sexual liaisons.

It was already late at night when we finally arrived at the condo.

"Wow, this place is nice, Gabe," Sarah commented.

She wasn't wrong. Dad had bought the condo years prior when Mom was still alive. They would come every weekend to ski and slowly fix the place. It had three bedrooms: a second-floor loft and a big open living room with a fireplace. I loved spending time here. It was my safe space, one of the few places I always felt I could be completely myself.

"You and Daddy should share a room. I'll take the loft," I explained to Sarah.

Sarah gave me a tentative look. I could tell she was anxious to overstep her bounds. We were in a precarious spot. This was a new reality for us, and there was much to figure out.

I settled ...

... into my room and fell asleep quickly. I was excited to hit the slopes in the morning, as it had been a while since I had been up here.

We quickly left the condo and hit the slopes the next morning. The mountain was covered with fresh powder due to an overnight snowstorm, and I couldn't be more excited to use my new snowboard.

After several hours on the slopes, Dad and Sarah told me they were cold and heading back to the condo. I told them I would meet them at the apartment in a little while and went back up the ski lift. I was a little jealous of them spending alone time together, but I couldn't pass up time on the fresh powder. Who knew when I would get conditions like this again?

As I stepped into Dad's cozy condo, I was greeted with the delicious scent of hot cocoa and the crackling sound of a fire. I brushed the snow off my boots and made my way over to the living room, where Dad and Sarah were sitting on the couch, wrapped up in each other's arms.

"Hey guys," I said, my voice slightly breathless from the cold outside.

"Hey, Emily!" Dad grinned, his face lighting up as he caught sight of me. "How was the skiing?"

"It was amazing," I replied, grinning back at him. "I'm totally wiped out, though."

Sarah raised her head from Dad's chest and smiled warmly at me. "Come warm up by the fire; we've got some hot cocoa going."

I followed her gaze and saw three mugs of steaming hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of the couch. "That sounds perfect," I ...