Under Her Thumb Ch. 03

Chapter 3 (Parts 6 – 9)

I'd like to thank all the readers for their inspiring feedback, I really appreciate it. This is the continuation of Under Her Thumb. For the new readers, it would make much more sense to read chapters 1 and 2 first.

I also wanted to reiterate, this is a multi-chapter love story and a bit of a long tease, not a quick whack N splash, if that's what you're looking for, you may want to look elsewhere.

This chapter is a little longer than the first two, I really hope you enjoy. Please keep voting and I love the feedback, it helps me grow as a writer.

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It was past ten in the morning before Steve got up to brave the cold cabin. He'd left his beautiful Ginny cuddled up to Beata after she'd calmed down enough to let go of him. He got the fires burning and ran to the bathroom to finally relieve himself, he'd been busting to pee for more than a half hour. Steve's mind was whirling from the insane events of the morning. 'I swear, I must be mentally challenged... What the fuck is Bea gonna say when she finds out? She'll probably freak and demand to go home... Good job dumbass, way to do all your thinking with the little head.'

He tried to push it from his mind and get onto the chores that needed doing. He checked the battery back-up system and found that it was up to full voltage. Steve then went outside with a long handled brush and cleaned the snow off of the solar panels. While scouting around the perimeter of the cabin area, he found a meandering line of fresh, good sized, bear tracks in the snow. They hugged the perimeter of the tree line about fifty yards from the cabin. 'That's unusual for this time of the year... you'd think the dumb bastard would be hibernating by now.'

Steve knew that they'd have to be careful; a starving, winter bear was a dangerous, desperate bear. He'd have to keep an eye out and he'd have to warn the girls not to go out unsupervised. Steve shoveled snow into the large metal warming hopper protruding out of the wall until it was full. He grabbed one more armload of wood and headed inside. By the time he'd stacked it in the bin by the fireplace, it was filled to capacity.

"Good morning Daddy," he heard behind him. Beata was just coming out of the washroom; her hair was damp and her makeup-free face was as bright and radiant as her white-blond hair.

"Good morning Baby, how's my beautiful girl this morning?

She walked into her father's open arms and stood there hugging him for a long time before she said, "I'm fine Daddy, other than I felt like I could've slept for a week. I had to go pee so bad though that I couldn't put it off any longer."

Steve laughed, "I know the feeling... BabyBea, can I ask you a question?" he asked as he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

"Sure Daddy," was her muffled response from his broad chest.

"Do you happen to know why I woke up with not one, but two pretty, young women in my bed this morning?" he asked in a serious tone.

She looked up quickly to gauge if he was mad or not. "I'm so sorry, really Daddy, I didn't mean any disrespect," she babbled rapidly, "it's just that, at some point, Ginny and I must have rolled apart in the night. At about five this morning, it was so cold and we were both shivering to death and couldn't get warm... It was my fault Daddy, it was my idea to get into to bed with you, Gin just followed me... Please, I hope you understand Daddy, we were sooo cold and it was sooo warm next to you in your bed, you're like a big, burly furnace." She smiled, and then she looked down sheepishly.

"It's ok BabyBea, I'm not mad, I was just a little surprised when I woke up being spooned by Ginny and spooning you," he chuckled, "some might say that was a little inappropriate."

Bea hugged him harder, "I don't care what others think Daddy, I felt so good inside to be held by you that way, and I felt so loved and protected... I'll never be ashamed of loving how it feels in your big, strong arms. Ginny says she feels the exact same way. She said that last night and this morning were the greatest times of her whole life... She really loves you Daddy, I think, almost as much as I do... Please don't push her away now, not when she's finally feeling loved for the first time in her life... Please Daddy, I'm begging you."

The anguished, imploring look on her face broke Steve's heart. His little girl was so selfless, so concerned for her new little sister. He hugged Beata to him roughly, lifting her feet off the floor, causing a little squeak as he squeezed the air out of her. "I'll never push either of you away Bea. I meant what I said last night, I love you both so much, I would do anything to keep you happy and safe. You're both my little girls now, and I couldn't be happier. Are you ok with having an honorary sister?"

Beata looked up at him again with those hypnotic eyes, unabashed by the tears sliding down her face. "I love Gin so much, she's always been my sister, but even more, she's my best friend. You know what she's like Daddy, she's just so... adorable... If I had my way, she'd live with us all the time."

She reached up and pulled his head down to her and said, "I love you Daddy, thank you... thank you for being sooo good to us." She then reached up and tenderly kissed him on the lips for what seemed to him, a very long time. She held him transfixed with her soft mouth, sucking on his lower lip for just a second before releasing. Bea pulled back as though in a trance, her eyes blinking rapidly for a second. "Wow," she said. Just then, Ginny came barreling down the ladder and across the room. With a sob, she burrowed herself into their warm hug, shaking silently. She must have overheard their conversation and her gratitude poured out of her with her tears. Steve and Beata tucked Gin into their hug protectively and kissed each side of her wet face.

"Thank you Daddy, thank you Bea... you guys are too good to me, I love you," she choked up and went silent and just rested her cheek on Steve's chest contentedly. The trio stayed that way for a comfortable minute. Steve had never felt so loved, nor such a huge welling of devotion for anybody before this. He vowed to himself right then that he'd try to be a good man for them, no matter what it took.

Finally, Steve backed away a little. He looked them in the eyes and said, "BabyBea, Ginnygirl, I'm going to go make us a huge breakfast of French toast and maybe some bacon, sound good to you?"

They both lit up the room with their smiles and Bea said, "Yes Daddy...that sounds awesome."

"Mmmmm, French toast," Gin said grinning. They all laughed at her 'Simpsons' impersonation. Steve had turned to go into the kitchen, but spun back with a worried look on his face.

"Oh, I need to ask, and please be honest. Does it bother either of you ladies that I call you 'BabyBea and Ginnygirl? It may seem a little childish and silly, but it makes me feel good inside to think of you both that way," he said bashfully.

Ginny bounced over to him and pulled his face down to her height and kissed him deeply for a second, her tongue just grazing against his lips before saying, "I don't know about Bea, but I love that you think of me that way, it makes me feel so warm and loved inside." She hugged him again and said, "I love you Daddy." Steve hugged her back returning her sentiment and kissing her on the top of her head. Beata agreed with Gin, she adored the pet name he'd given her for very similar reasons. Steve grinned at them happily.

With the girls help making coffee and setting the table, the trio had a filling breakfast and readied to head out into the snow. Before they left, Steve sat them down and made sure they knew he had something serious to say.

"Girls, when I was out scouting this morning, I found fresh black bear tracks out along the tree line. By the size of the prints, I'd estimate it to be a large adolescent, between two and four years old. I need you to understand that because he's not hibernated, there's a good chance he's hungry and desperate. Please girls, you need to listen to me on this one... Do not go outside on your own, not without me there... Okay?" His tone left no room for debate.

"Yes Daddy," both the teens said solemnly.

"Good," he smiled. "Now, with that out of the way, let's go get that Christmas tree!

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It was Beata's turn in the sled, and she was laughing like mad as Steve and Ginny pulled her around with the skidoo. Steve was gunning it a little and taking big, sweeping turns through the powder, blanketing the large clearing out in front of the cabin. After a couple more circuits, he stopped so Bea could climb on with them to get warm. She elected to sit in front of her father and lean back into him for warmth as he drove. Ginny held tight to him from behind and it made Steve's mind wander back to the bed this morning.

He chuckled to himself as the snow machine churned and swooshed through the deep powder.

"What's so funny," Beata yelled over the sound of the engine.

He smiled as she looked back at him. "Oh nothing really, I was just thinking that this kinda reminds me of this morning," he grinned, "A pretty girl in front of me and a pretty girl tucked in behind me," he snickered.

Both the girls laughed with him, "Yeah," Bea piped up, "except you're not honking my boobs in your sleep this time," she laughed at his mortified expression.

Ginny leaned over his shoulder and yelled, "Yeah, and you're not squeezing my bum while you drive either." She giggled.

The girls could see Steve's face had turned even redder than what was brought on by the cold. He stopped the machine and said contritely, "I'm really very sorry girls, I hope you can forgive an old fart that's been too long without a woman to cuddle up to at night. Besides, you guys snuck into my bed, remember?"

Beata leaned back into him and pulled his face down to hers. With a sparkling smile, she said, "I hope you won't think I'm too weird, but actually, I really loved it." Her face took on a far away look, "I've always loved your big, man hands Daddy... It felt sooo good when you touched and squeezed my breasts, I felt wanted and warm and loved... It was amazing; I've never felt anything like that before."

"Me tooo," Ginny grinned. I loved the feeling of your big, strong fingers, gently touching and tickling my bum while you slept. I really loved it when your fingers slid right down between my cheeks," she said blushing, "Bea, I hope you don't get upset when I say that I got really wet and tingly when Daddy touched me on my bum."

"That's ok Gin, I know you love him as much as I do, "Beata grinned. "Besides, when Daddy was touching and pinching my nipples, I thought I was gonna cum. When I woke up this morning, my jammies were still soaking wet."

The girls burst out laughing at Steve's shocked expression. His jaw was hanging open; he found the conversation surreal, out on a snowy mountainside in the middle of nowhere. Gin and Bea both kissed him softly on the lips and then Beata said, "Really Daddy, it's ok. If you ever need to do that again, you won't hear any complaints from us, right Siss?"

"Right! Ginny said emphatically. They both wailed with laughter again as he blushed like a school boy.

Finally he just started laughing with them, "Holy crap you two, enough already, you're gonna drive me to drink," he begged, "lets go before the snow melts from all the hot panties around here," he laughed as he fired up the engine. The little snow-bunnies cuddled into him as he headed out to an old logging slash a few miles away. The trail through the trees was magical, the boughs curved over them like an arched tunnel. Steve was mildly shocked when he felt his daughter grab his gloved, left hand and pull it around her body to cup her full, right breast, covering it with her own in encouragement. She smiled up at him, searching his eyes for approval. He kissed her cheek and gently squeezed her tender flesh through her layers of clothing, over and over as they drove. When they got to the large clearing, the snow wasn't as deep, the wind carrying it away from the open areas, depositing it elsewhere.

As they came out of the trees, Beata gasped at the beautiful scene unfolding before them. The sun had fought through the clouds and everywhere they looked, the snow sparkled like diamonds had been dusted across its surface. The trees, the ground, everywhere they looked gleamed in the cold rays of the winter sun. Ginny's mouth was hanging open, overwhelmed by the beauty of the place.

"Thank you for bringing me here Daddy," she said," this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"You, my love, are very welcome," he said smiling at her starry-eyed awe of the place. He slowed the skidoo to a gentle stop and shut it down. "It is pretty, isn't it?"

Beata leaned back into him again and said, "It's breathtaking, I'm really grateful you thought of coming up here. Thank you Daddy...love you."

"I love you both too BabyBea, with my whole heart," he grinned, and then kissed her ear. "You know, only twice before have I seen something more stunning than this," he said quietly.

"Really?! Beata seemed skeptical.

"Where Daddy?" Gin asked.

He smiled and hugged them and said, "You two, last night when I gave you your gifts. I've never seen anything more beautiful."

The girl's huge, sparkling smiles matched the scenery around them.

"Oh Daddy!" they squealed and then tackled him down onto the snow. They dog piled on him, tickling him and then kissed his face mercilessly. When the giggling, squirming fracas finally came to an end, they were covered head to heels in snow. Steve got up and helped his daughters up out of the sparkling snow.

"Ok you little smooch monsters... In this clearing there's a thousand young trees... take your pick. All I ask is that you stay together and don't wander off alone," Steve warned.

"Yay!... Let's go Bea!" Ginny squealed happily. She grabbed her sister's gloved hand and dragged her off in the direction of a dozen or so Blue Spruce trees nearby. Steve kept his eyes on them as he grabbed the bow saw and axe out of the sled and his rifle out of the scabbard along the front side of the snowmobile.

It took about forty minutes of stomping around in the snow; shaking random trees clear to get a good look at them. Finally the teens had decided on the perfect one. It was an eight foot Douglas Fir that was uncharacteristically full and uniform. Steve had to agree that it really was a great choice. Ginny and Beata were almost jumping up and down with excitement as Steve sheared away a few of the lower branches with his razor-sharp axe. Once he'd made enough room to cut, he used the bow saw, quickly cutting through the trunk to fall the tree.

"Can we try pulling it back to the sled Daddy, beings you did all the work of cutting it down and all," Bea asked.

"Sure, thank you girls. I'm sure glad I've such strong, young woman around here to help me, I am getting to be an old fart you know," he said in an exaggerated and shaky 'old person' voice.

They both laughed at his self-depreciating gibe but Beata walked over to him and said, "You're not old Daddy," she took his large hand, "I think you're beautiful," she smiled, her impossibly beautiful eyes sparkling up at him.

"Me too," Ginny laughed taking his other hand, "and, I think he's totally hot too, don't you Bea?"

"Well duh!" Beata laughed at his befuddled expression.

"Uh... Well...," he stammered, not used to all the attention he was getting from the gorgeous young woman, "thank you very much girls, that makes me feel nice that you'd think so," he smiled down at them. Looking at their shining, loving faces in this light made his heart flip-flop in his chest. His tiny Beata's serine beauty gave her a classically aristocratic look about her. This due to her slender nose, high cheek bones, defined, feminine chin as well as her pale flawless skin and her impossibly blue eyes. All of it harkened back to the likes of Grace Kelly or some other princess of lore. Ginny, on the hand, personified the wholesome, effervescent cuteness of a stunningly beautiful young girl. Her innocent looking face gave the impression of a sweet but mischievous nymph, almost elfish in form and structure. Steve loved her tiny, pointed chin, her small, pouty lipped mouth and her cute, little upturned pixy nose. He was also drawn to her long, wavy, chestnut hair that flowed down to the middle of her back. This offset her finest feature in Steve's opinion, her huge, sparkling, emerald eyes. They, like his daughter's, had a hypnotic quality about them that could render him speechless in mid sentence.

Steve felt his heart swell too big for his chest, "God I love you two, more than anything in heaven and earth," he said shakily, he looked down as his eyes overflowed with emotion.

"Awwwwweee," they cooed, reading his overwhelmed expression they put him in a powerful hug, while each took turns gently kissing his stubbled face and cool lips. "We love you too Daddy," they kept whispering over and over as they kissed him repeatedly.

Steve finally got himself under control; he stood up straighter and in a happy voice, said, "Ok ladies, let's see those muscles." Beata and Ginny smiled up at him and then turned, each grabbing the lowest branch on either side of the trunk. They put their legs into it and got the tree sliding toward the snow machine, over a hundred yards away. Steve was lost in thought and still trying to get his roiling emotions under control as he walked ahead of them. He wasn't really paying attention and thanks to his long strides, had walked a fair ways out in front of them. The struggling girls yanked and pulled on the uncooperative Fir, slowing them up in the deeper snow.

When Steve reached the skidoo, he sheathed his rifle in the scabbard and snapped the lid closed, and then locked it, putting away the key. He had just thrown the bow saw in the pull-sled, when an odd sound brought him out of his revere. When he spun around he could see, a fair ways off to the left, a large, lanky, cinnamon colored bear, barreling at full tilt toward his girls. It was making that distinctive "Hunha-Hunha-Hunha" sound of a large bear running at full effort towards making a kill. Before he could think, Steve took off at full speed, running to cut off the angle between them and the charging bear. He had the axe in his left hand and his right was fumbling with the snap at his belt, trying to free the long-bladed buck knife sheathed on his hip.

"Look out!!" he screamed as he ran, gesturing like mad at the oblivious teens. The girls had their heads down, concentrating on pulling the large, bushy tree over the rough, snow covered terrain. After repeated screams, he'd finally got their attention. The baffled girls stopped and just looked at him for a second before finally looking to where he was gesturing. Turning to look over their right shoulder, they went pale and fell to their knees in a terrified huddle. They held each other close, consigning themselves to the lethal impact to come.

"NOOOOO!!" Steve screamed in fear as a massive, burning rage enveloped his soul. He would die before he'd let his daughters get hurt. With his long, powerful legs pumping like pistons, he drove himself on even faster. Something snapped in Steve's mind. Even though he was furious that this thing would threaten his little girls, his rage had turned icy cold. He was the predator now; he was the cold, calculating killer, readying to spill the entrails of his mortal enemy. His mind whirled, making a million decisions per second as he sprinted the last few feet to the frozen young women.