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Sophie Goes Downriver

Novel By: graememcgregor
Action and adventure



She's just eighteen, waiting to go to college. She's bored because most of her friends are away. Then her dad and mom have a row and her mom goes off in a huff. Without any warning dad tells her to pack and they are off and the next morning begin going downriver in kayaks. She sets out to nail her dad but he resists and on the final day downriver something happens that makes her respect her dad profoundly. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 7, 2011    Reads: 39    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


CHAPTER 1
The day was steaming and Roy Drum was tired and irritable when he arrived home to find his wife Trudy was out and as usual her over-fed dog ignored him.
Daughter Denise who hated her name and wearing only panties entered the kitchen.
"Want a cold beer?"
"Jesus Denise, for put some clothes on. I'm your father."
She tossed him a beer anyway and he fumbled the catch.
"Has their been doubt that you are my father? Was that what you and mom were shouting about last night?"
"No I am your father and your mom got mad when I said it was too hot for sex."
Denise's mouth dropped. "Do you and mom still have sex?"
The reply was to go and dress.
"Don't you like these daddy?" she said, scowling, and cupping her breasts.
"They're okay."
"As good as mom's?"
"Better."
Denise looked pleased and sat with a Coke.
"Mom's gone to stay with her parents until you become reasonable again."
"Oh crap. Not that again."
Denise trickled some cold Coke between her breasts in a vain endeavor to cool off.
"Go do your homework and stop wasting your drink."
She sighed. "Dad don't be a jerk. You attended my graduation last week remember? I now waiting to go to college and most of my friends and all the half-decent guys have left town."
They sat in silence.
Denise knew her father was thinking. He kept stroking his chin.
A couple of minutes later he pulled out his phone and called someone.
"Ivan it's Roy. Something's come up. I need to go away for eight days. You run the company in my absence and refer any problems you have to the chairman. I'll send a confirming email to the chairman, Dot and all executive staff. Here's my daughter's phone number to contact me if you need me urgently. I'm not taking my phone."
He listened to something Roy said and thanked Roy and cut the call.
"I didn't say you could have my phone."
Roy said he wasn't borrowing it. "You are coming with me on an adventure I did with Mary Royce when we were eighteen. You and I will do everything Mary and I did… er apart from the sex."
"Oh the sex will be okay daddy. I'm not anticipating a sex-free summer."
Roy snapped enough of that talk and told her to take the dog over to Mrs Smith who adored the little pile of absurdity and to leave a note for her mother saying where the dog was and they'd be back on or about the 24th.
"The dog's name is Rufus in case you have lapsed into dementia."
"Very funny."
"I take it I have no say about going on this fucking adventure?"
"Correct and watch your foul mouth young lady."
"Oooh young lady am I?" she said, bouncing her breasts.
Roy sighed and went to send the memo.
Denise returned from Mrs Smith's with a bag of home-baked brownies. She found her father in the garage with the two kayaks down off their hooks, two paddles and camping gear spread out.
He unlooked the steel cabinet and pulled out his rifle that he placed beside a box of ammo.
Looking theatrical and big-eyed, Denise said, "I'm not coming back. A lonely grave site awaits me."
Roy scowled at her and said to pack enough clothes for a week and handed Denise her backpack.
"Oh just six panties will suffice."
When she returned Roy said to check everything he had spread out to make sure nothing was missing.
When he returned with his backpack loaded Denise said, "We need to buy a dozen gas canisters for the camp stove if you want to eat hot food."
"Oh good girl."
"So I'm a good girl now?"
Roy sighed.
"I've also added our PFDs (personal flotation devices)."
Roy smiled and kissed her and rubbed her hair. "Do you wish to be called Sophie on this adventure?"
"Oh yes daddy and when we return could you once again try to get mom to agree to that name change."
"If she's still around. She may be hiding behind a divorce lawyer."
Sophie (no longer Denise) said: "That's unlikely. Mom knows she's on to a good thing. Are you sorry Mary what'shername went off and married someone else?''
"No because then I mightn't have had you as my daughter."
"Oh daddy," Sophie half whimpered.
They loaded the Toyota SUV and were seated, about to set off when Sophie handed her dad one of Mrs Smith's biscuits and he groaned and slapped his forehead. "We haven't loaded food for when we go down river. Out and let's sit in the kitchen and think of what else we should have packed."
They added Sophie's battery charger for her phone and two torches and canned food and two can openers.
"So we are going downriver?
"Yes. We'll go to Brunner and stay the night in a cabin. We should get there by midnight. In the morning we'll have breakfast and then someone will take us upriver and drop us off and return the Toyota to Brunner."
"Who?"
"Whoever's available."
No one was about and no lights were on when they arrived at Brunner Staging Post just outside the boundary of the 360,000-acre National Park. They found a cabin with the door open, checked and it was vacant.
"God I'm tired," Sophie yawned. "Ooops this cabin only has a double bed."
"That will be okay. Just don't hit on me."
"You're dreaming daddy."
Not long after dawn Roy left his sleeping daughter and went to the store.
Although the guy packing shelves had a beard, Roy thought he looked like Ted Bishop who might still be alive.
"Tommy Bishop?"
"Yeah pal, who's asking?"
"Roy Drum."
"The name's vaguely familiar."
"Twenty years ago when you were a kid of fifteen you were taking my girlfriend of that time and me upriver in your dad's Jeep and the motor blew up when we were a mile from Bitter Creek tributary. You radioed for a tow vehicle and they took Mary and me up to the launching place before returning to tow you home."
"Jesus Roy, I remember. God she was pretty with big tits. Who have you with you this time?"
"My daughter."
"Oh bad luck. Boring nights at the camps."
"No she's a great kid and will chat and sing for me."
"Christ is this pretty filly with bit tits approaching the store your daughter?"
"Yep."
"Should I take her downriver for you?"
"Did you not marry Tommy?"
"Oh yeah. I'm married with two little ones."
The introductions were made and Tommy took them through, saying his wife Susan would cook breakfast for them and make lunch packs for them for that day.
While breakfast was cooking and the two females were chatting, Roy told Tommy which cabin they'd used and paid for 12 stove gas canisters and six freeze-dried dinner food packs to supplement their tinned food. Roy suddenly remembered they had not brought anything to light the gas stove with and so asked for a pack of three disposable cigarette lighters.
Susan with the two infants also aboard dropped them off forty miles up fairly straight but rising forest tracks on the slope of the mountain range that were maintained as private access for park rangers and fire fighting crews.
After they'd unloaded Susan kissed father and daughter warmly and said have fantastic fun and keep safe. She returned the kids to their safety seats, turned the Toyota expertly and then began the return to the historic staging post where 150 years ago horses were changed for fresh ones when prospectors and supplies were transported to the goldfields seventy miles across rugged country to the northeast.
"Well let the adventure begin," Roy smiled. "God it's great being away from the business and being back here."
"And well away from my mother."
"Nah, she's okay. She just feels the need to blow off steam now and again."
"How often do you two have sex? It hadn't occurred to me that you guys still do it."
Roy rubbed his chin thinking about answering that question.
"She'd like it twice a night, perhaps more."
"God is my mom a nymphomaniac?"
Roy sighed. "I think when we were young she came close to being one. She describes sex as one of her few true pleasures in life."
"God little wonder you've remained lean."
They laughed and put on their wetsuits and booties.
"You should wear this gear in bed with mom. Then you'd be safe from sex, all sex," Sophie giggled.
Roy sighed wishing he'd kept his mouth shut.
Roy had packed the kayaks meticulously but it was still necessary to make adjustments to have both craft in good trim.
As the paddled off Sophie said, "It's two years since I've been sea-kayaking with you."
"Three years."
"Will this journey on this winding river be boring?"
"You have to be joking," Roy said, and began taking Sophie through safety procedures should they tip out.
"Are we to negotiate rapids?"
"Lots of fast-flowing patches and some real whitewater plus two falls but we will portage from above both falls."
"Can't we live dangerously and shoot both falls?"
"From memory one is five feet high and the other drops at least twenty feet in three stages but is. In both instances they are non-navigable because the water bounces on to rocks at their base."
"Oh portage sounds good."
They paddled leisurely, going with the slow river flow although they speeded up going through the occasional easy rapids, Roy giving Sophie basic instruction because she was used to only sea kayaking."
"This is fun," she said, after going through the first rapids. "When will we go though faster rapids?"
"According to the map, not until tomorrow."
"Oh how boring."
They were padding quite closely. "Omigod," she whispered, stopping paddling.
Roy had already spotted them: ten white-tailed deer.
The deer were on alert but stayed at the edge of the riverside clearing watching them. The two kayakers remained motionless.
"Oh that was just one of the sweetest things I've ever seen," Sophie enthused. "Almost as good as having dolphins or Orcas (killer whales) around us at sea."
"We may see goats on rock faces on Day Three."
"Will you shoot them?"
"No while you were away packing I put my rifle back in the cabinet thinking if I shot a wild pig and had it strapped to the bow of my kayak for a few days, that might have rated as the lowlight of this adventure for you."
"Oh you are such a good daddy."
The rested on the river banks a couple of times to avoid leg cramps and about noon pulled the kayaks out on to a sand bank where Roy lit the camp stove to boil water for coffee. Sophie stripped off and went swimming.
Roy watched her wade ashore and was surprised. When she came up to take the offered towel from him he said casually, "How long have you been shaving down there?"
"Since I became sexually active."
"I hope you're on the pill?"
"Yes and I've had lectures including being warned to always insist that condoms be worn. That's what mothers do."
"Your mother did all that?"
"Yes daddy, my mother and your wife. She does have some use doesn't she?"
He looked away without answering.
"Do you think my pussy looks attractive?"
Roy strode off to the camp stove. "Your mother, my wife, is very useful and a strength to our family and I'd like you to acknowledge that. And please don't talk to me about your… your thing."
"I was only winding you up daddy. You always sound like you're in command and look impressive when I get your nostril quivering when you are wound up. My mechanical daddy, tick-tock, tick-tock."
Roy grinned. "Coffee."
"Please."
"Go around nude. I don't mind you walking around showing your tits, pussy, bare ass and great legs."
"Oooh daddy. I'll unpack the chicken and salad rolls."
The riverside picnic was lovely with the sound of birds and the lapping of water against the sandbank and the warm sun and absence of even a breeze."
"Why doesn't mom like the outdoors as much we do?"
"Because she was brought up in a city whereas I grew up on a sheep station and right from when you were young I introduced you to beaches and the bush and when you were a little older I began taking you and your doll Sophie kayaking."
"You remember my doll?"
"God yes. When she was left behind somewhere you ranted and then wouldn't talk to us for two days and then we found the new replacement doll pulled to pieces and dumped in the trash can."
"I still love hearing about that. And you blamed mom for not checking Sophie was in the car with us and she blamed you."
"Yes and that was another of our great rows."
"Long before that time you refused to go kayaking with me for almost two weeks after I rejected your suggestion to get someone make a proper PFD for her."
"Yes and according to that well-worn story you tossed Sophie into the water to prove she would float and when I jumped into the water to rescue her that tipped you out and your new camera sank into very deep water, never to be see again. Well that served you right being so uncaring about Sophie."
"Look, I've been thinking. I'll write to your college asking for you name as registered to be changed from Denise to Sophie."
"No I'll never change it without mom's consent."
"Not even when you finish college and perhaps live away from home?"
"No."
"I admire you for that Sophie."
"Thanks dad."
"Come over here and kiss me and play with a breast."
"Pack up while I check that we're not taking in water into our storage compartments. And get some clothes on."
"Oh naughty girl Sophie. You've pissed daddy off."
She caught her father's grin.

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