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Dad's The Man Ch. 01

By: Ameaner



For superkitten

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Jan. 18/08

Dear Diary,

I turned eighteen today. Daddy got me this computer for my birthday, gift, hoping it would somehow help with my schoolwork. To explain, my grades have been steadily slipping. It started last year, before the Christmas exams, this growing inability to understand some of the more advanced concepts in Math, Science and Biology. After bringing my report card home for Christmas, I had to listen to some stern words from Daddy about buckling down. During the second term, my marks in the rest of my subjects started to follow the same downward trend, save for English and Home Ec..

By this time, it was pretty clear that I wouldn't be graduating and, worst of all, the kids started making fun of me. Even Janice, my one time best friend, (my only real friend) now calls me 'airhead' like the rest of them. I suppose it wouldn't be very cool for her to be seen treating me nice, even though I never did anything to her to deserve this. I thought I was a good friend.

But, I don't think it's just my grades. I look younger than I am, I'm kind of short (five-two) and I have this stupid voice that really makes me sound younger, but I can't help those things. I sound stupid when I try to talk older and they made fun of me for that, too.

This, my second senior year, isn't proving to be much better, even though I've been dropped down to level three in all my trouble subjects. This year's Christmas report card was about the same as last year and, when I showed Daddy, that's when he really flipped out. He started yelling and stuff, telling me how I had to have an education in order to get by in life and that he couldn't take care of me forever and all that, but he doesn't know how hard school's gotten for me.

Well, I totally broke down, crying and everything. I told him how hard I'm working, how all the kids now make fun of me, (not about my new nickname) and what a nightmare school has become for me. In fact, I kind of threw a little tantrum and he had to calm me down, saying that it was alright and that the other kids are just assholes and all that.

And I honestly don't know what's wrong. I just can't seem to understand what the teachers show us anymore. I sit there with no idea of what they're talking about and fight back tears when I'm given a test and I don't know any of the answers. I try so hard. Sometimes, I think I'm just distracted by my constant horny, but I masturbate all the time and I still can't concentrate, or understand, so that can't be it. And why am I still doing okay in level one English, but so stupid in the rest of my classes? I just don't get it.

At least he's not mad anymore, not even when I told him that they were putting me in level four (also known as 'the crayon crew') for the rest of the year, so that I might actually have a chance to graduate this time around. I'm sure that will really help my popularity. How humiliating!

So, now I have this computer to help in some way I'm not aware of. I decided to start this Diary, just to get some use out of it.

My name is Kathleen Hale (Daddy calls me 'kitten') and my father and I live alone because my mother ran out on us as soon as I was born. My birthday is January eighteenth, I have long, mousy brown hair, blue eyes and an average body, meaning I'm not exactly on the cheerleader squad.

I don't know what else to say.

I have two kitties, Ms. Lulu and Mr. Toodles. Lulu is spayed, so she can never be Mrs. Toodles.

I'm not starting this with 'Dear Diary' anymore.

 Jun. 06/08

WOW!! You'll never guess what happened today! Daddy picked me up after I got home from school, taking me out to get groceries with him and to ride along on our usual Friday errands, but we had to go back to the cement pipe plant where he works, telling me the pay stubs were late from management, grumbling about the 'chicken shit union' constantly putting up with that kind of thing.

Daddy's forty-two, but like I already wrote, he's one of those ageless looking men. He kind of makes me think of Clint Eastwood in those old western movies, except he's taller and a little broader, his attitude more like Eastwood's character in Unforgiven. Sort of one of those 'take no shit' older guys that look like they've been everywhere and done everything, so you better not mess with them, but he does have a soft side that comes out a lot when we're at home.

Anyway, I'm sitting in his truck in the dirt parking lot, waiting for him while he's in there. I had the window down because it was hot and I'd taken my jacket off, leaving me in my light T-shirt, and suddenly I notice these three guys coming out of the plant. They were about my father's age and one of them was pretty big. They noticed me, one of the smaller ones subtly gesturing with his hand.

Next thing I know, they're standing at the window talking to me! They seemed pretty friendly, especially the big guy, telling me he was a friend of Daddy's and asking my name. I told him, a little overwhelmed by their attention. Next, he asked me if I was still in school and how old I was, actually looking at my chest! I flushed and stammered my age and where I went to school, but then I saw Daddy coming.

I have to admit, I was pretty excited. I mean, they came right over to talk to me! ME!! But the expression I saw on Daddy's face as he walked through the gate must have had some effect on mine because the three men turned around, saw Daddy coming and then said hastily polite goodbyes before walking away, each man to his own car.

Daddy walked right up to the window, dusty, dirty and pretty intense. His big hand resting on the side mirror, he asked me what was going on and I quickly told him because, as I've also said about him, he's pretty strict when it comes to respect and me obeying him. He immediately strode off after the three men, his work boots stirring dust with each confident step.

He chose the big guy, following him right to the other side of his blue sedan where, after seeing that Daddy was approaching, he waited. Daddy walked right up to him and a few words which I couldn't hear were exchanged before he punched the big guy right in the face! Yes! Not only that, he kept punching and punching while this big guy seemed to be in a daze, slowly going to his knees, then disappearing below the windows of his car, presumably to the dirt while Daddy's right fist repeatedly helped him there. I can still see his elbow jutting up in the air, his arm with that big, rough hand at the end driving downward over and over.

So, he finishes with him and turns around, walks to the front of the guy's car and stares at the other two. I mean, it was this cold stare that would have even made the devil back down, I swear! The other guys get in their cars and take off, he comes back to the truck and I'm thinking I'm in BIG trouble.

But am I? No. Instead, he hops in, takes the old, blackened rag that he uses to check the truck's oil with from under the seat and, without a word, wraps it around his gouged knuckles. Once he's done with that, he start's the truck and we're moving out of the lot.

He looks at me with that little grin he uses when he doesn't want me to be upset and says, "Any man that tells you he's a friend of mine is a liar."

Like I said, WOW!! I mean, first of all, those guys were actually flirting with me, even though I was too nervous to get that at the time until just before they left. But, even more interesting, is Daddy's comment. He never brought any friends home, never went out, but I naturally expected him to have friends at work.

 Jul. 09/08

Sorry I missed you last night, I was staying at Aunt Peggy's house. Daddy was out of town on a sewer pipe laying job.

Aunt Peggy is great. She still loves to play board games and stuff, like she always did, and I had a great time, like I always do. And I had to wonder about her again, like always. I know I've mentioned this before, but it's so odd how she, like Daddy, has that ageless quality to her, not at all looking her forty-four years, yet she's so different from him. Where Daddy is often like an old grouch with the vitality of a young man, she's a lot more laid back in some ways, yet with the vitality of an old woman.

She presented herself like she usually does, in that ratty old, blue housecoat with her long, oily hair hanging down her back and front as we sat in her gloomy living room, the drapes pulled closed like most of the other rooms in the house, even though it was daylight outside. She's actually put on some weight in the last few years, the signs of this in her face as well as her hips. Her green, tired looking eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot as usual, but warm and playful as her full lips parted to smile, promising my destruction on the black and red battlefield between our well arrayed army of checkers.

Sometimes it's hard to imagine she's his sister. It's not just her apparent lifestyle, but her forward and likeable way and I wish I could hang out with her a lot more, but Daddy says she likes her space.

But, tonight was a bit different. We got talking about things, namely boys and stuff, she making sure my 'birds-and-the-bees' knowledge was sufficient, when I asked her about my mother.

Peggy and I have spoken about her a few times before, what amounted to one word answers to my questions, but not for a while and not since before her initial 'birds-and--the-bees' talk.

Well, using the most polite terms possible, she hesitatingly told me, in so many words, that my mother was a slut. According to Peggy, my father met up with her when he was twenty-one and, after a relatively short, fast living, hard dying relationship, the inevitable breakup was postponed by me.

"Her name was Sheila Burchell and I saw what she was right away," Peggy confided, looking at the board as she spoke. "As soon as I met her, I knew what she was, but John was a little quiet, like you, and I thought,... it wouldn't hurt him to get out there and get his feet wet. (ahem) Well, once she found out she was pregnant, she meant to use your father for as long as she had to until she could deliver you, and she was pretty convincing, too. Of course, your father,... Well, I wasn't surprised when he called me and said she'd cleaned him out and left you two. He was pretty crushed and I tried to explain to him about,... things. I tried to explain, but you know how he is. Well, that's actually why he is."

"Did she cheat on him?" I asked.

" ... He suspected she was just before she got pregnant. She was one to flirt around the bar and he'd caught her acting in ways that,... well, when a woman is with someone, she shouldn't act that way with other men. He started to see in the end that he was only along for her little ride, paying her way, buying her drinks and expensive little gifts with his hard earned money to make her happy, believing that would change her."

"Daddy went to bars?"

"Things were different then. I think your father saw what she was all about at some point, he just couldn't get over his infatuation with her. She was very attractive. I imagine, being the way he was at the time, he felt lucky to have her. He even told me that she was his 'physical ideal'. ... Hm. The only good she ever accomplished was to help give us you."

"Do I look like her?"

" ... She was blonde."

She changed the subject after that and, before long, I found myself being systematically destroyed as she'd promised.

 Jul. 12/08

I asked Daddy about my mother tonight. He had a couple beer and seemed to be in the right mood, so I just went for it. He only looked at me at first, probably thinking it was only a matter of time before I brought it up, but wondering what would make me bring it up now.

"What do you want to know, kitten?" he asked in that quiet way of his.

He was sitting at the end of the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, alternately reading the newspaper and watching Mayday. Now his paper was in his lap, the televised revelation that the pins holding the 747's engines on its wings were of the wrong type, completely ignored.

"Well,... what was she like?"

He sighed, but answered, "She was,... fun loving. Fun to be around. Always wanted to be on the move,... Hm."

"What did you two talk about?" I asked before he could fall too deeply into his unintentional double meaning. "I mean, when you talked."

He paused here, his eyes on me, but thinking back, finally answering, "Nothing. Just,... nothing. She really wasn't much of a conversationalist when it got down to it."

"Did she read, like us?"

"No. Well, she read Cosmopolitan and all that shit."

"Was she smart?"

"Yeah, in her own way, she sure was. Very intuitive, you know? She could walk into any place and see who was who, what was what and where she could fit in. A professional socialite, I guess you could say."

"How old was she? Your age?"

"No, she was older, twenty-four."

"Did you get along well before she left?"

"Not really. At first we did, but we weren't very well matched."

"Was she pretty?"

"Yeah, very pretty. A lot of guys thought so."

"Daddy,... Why did she leave?"

" ... 'Cause no one man would ever satisfy her."

"She,... cheated? On you?"

"Like I said, she was always on the move. I don't think about it anymore."

"Sooo,... my mother was a loose woman?"

" ... You know your aunt Peg used to be married, eh?"

"Yes. A long time ago, before I was born."

"That's right. And you'll notice she never brings it up with you, does she?"

I didn't know what to say to that, what he was even implying as he regarded me frankly for a moment before picking up his newspaper to begin reading again.

And that was the end of that conversation. But still, he stayed in a good mood and I even managed to get him into helping out with my latest mystery game on the laptop. I still haven't told him about the wireless internet thingy I've discovered it's equipped with.

 Aug. 06/08

I had sex with Tony Erikson. He's my age, eighteen, and works at the Library. It just happened. My horny was back again and he just somehow ended up screwing me in the back area.

It was awful, not at all like I'd imagined it. He seemed so nice, but turned out to be this grubby little goof that just stole my virginity and pulled his pants up after, asking me if I was 'good to go' before walking out.

It hurt so much. I hate him, I hate myself and now I can never go back there! Why am I so stupid? What would Daddy say? Thank god Peggy got me on the pill. He was such a goof, I hate him, I hate his fucking guts! He was just a little perv-boy that used me! I'm never, ever, ever having sex again!

 Sept. 08/08

I still can't find a job and now I'm wondering why I bothered to work so hard to barely graduate. Don't get me wrong, I now know what my father meant when he harped on and on about how important my grades were and how I should be thinking about my future. If my grades were better, at least I could get into community college and take some kind of course.

Daddy's been really good about it, though, letting me use the truck whenever I need it and everything. I wonder if I should leave a button or two of my blouse undone at my next interview? My boobies are large Cs and they have been known to attract attention, especially when I want them to for a little forbidden thrill.

Speaking of employment, if I had some money, I could buy myself some nice clothes, so I wouldn't have to wear all this old school stuff. How am I supposed to attract a decent boyfriend like this? Maybe I should shorten some of my older, longer skirts somehow. Maybe Aunt Peggy will help me. God, I'm sooo horny! I could almost sell myself for money!

 Sept. 10/08

Another day, another failed interview. This is getting pretty depressing. I can't even get a job at Tim Horton's and I'm actually prepared to shovel people's driveways as soon as the snow flies. Maybe I could get on with one of those snow removal outfits. I could do walkways and, since I have my driver's license, they might even let me run a plow truck, in time. I might even meet a boyfriend there.

Speaking of, I've finally made the decision. I'm going to use the small amount of allowance money I've saved to buy myself a dildo, if I have enough. How I'm going to walk into that little shop uptown is something I haven't worked out yet, but I have to have something. It's not as if it would look any better if I went and bought a Zucchini at the supermarket and there's no way I'm doing that! I think I want something ribbed because women seem to make a big deal about that. But, how do I do the purchase?

Daddy took notice of the clothes Peggy helped me alter, but he didn't say anything. It's weird how he's so strict with some things, yet not with others. That laptop must have cost him a lot, but he got it. He dresses in work clothes all the time and only ever buys me clothes when I outgrow or wear out all my old stuff, except for the nice jackets and stuff he's gotten me on special occasions, and then he goes all out.

But, he's funny like that. He drives that old Chevy three quarter ton, four wheel drive that he's had for years and years and says it's like new, then rips a perfectly good wall in the house down because he says it's time for something different.

I wonder if Peggy would get a dildo for me?

 Sept. 11/08

I got a dildo! I didn't get Peggy to buy it for me, but here's what happened:

I drove to the shop and parked a little ways down the street. After paying the meter, I hopped back in the truck, watching the foot traffic up and down the sidewalk. My plan was to wait until there was nobody on the block, it being two thirty PM, and quickly scoot inside. Of course, I was in full disguise, wearing Daddy's dirty old, black and orange 'CAT Diesel Power' cap, my sunglasses, long hair in a ponytail and with my dirty work jeans and sheepskin lined, denim work jacket on.

After about ten minutes, the way was clear and I hopped out of the truck, striding nervously across the street, my hands in the pockets of my jacket. I was so worried about someone seeing me go in that I even forgot to think about how I would go about shopping for a dildo once I was there and how I'd get back to the truck without being seen after.

About five paces from the door, trying to imagine myself politely asking to purchase a dildo, I came to an abrupt halt, my face threatening to flush as I only then began to wonder what I'd do if there was a man working there. I just assumed it would be a woman, for whatever reason, but that didn't have to be the case. Would I have to ask him to see his array of dildos? Would they be in a glass case right under the cash register?

I realized I was standing in front of the sex shop, staring at it and made a panicked decision to abort my little mission then and there before someone I knew was able to spot and recognize me, the airhead who is also a kinky little slut. Turning, I almost walked right into someone and, in my frightened surprise, I let out a short, panicked yelp.

"Whoa, you okay, kid?"

It was a female voice and I looked up out of pure instinct to mutter my apologies, seeing a very attractive young woman in her mid to late twenties. She was taller than me, (I'd guess about five-five without the heels) with green eyes and long black hair, looking curiously like Aunt Peggy might have looked when she was younger, save for this woman's trim figure and light Asian features. She seemed confident in her provocative, yet decent, gray Autumn skirt with the wide black belt, the hem almost reaching her knees beneath what looked like a tailored, long maroon coat. Her expression changed to one of surprise and curiosity when I looked at her.

"Oh! You're a girl! Sorry, I don't mean that the way it sounds."


Dad's The Man Ch. 10



Apr. 25/09

It was hard holding Daddy off for the last few days, not just because he was horny, but because I was, too. It wasn't much easier denying Gina last weekend, but I managed both and the stage was set for her weekend with us, three nicely horned up people who liked each other with a little beer and wine to set the mood.

She showed up wearing the black, sheer stockings I'd bought for her. I knew she'd wear them for me, along with the matching lace and mesh garter belt. Her black, form fitting skirt was just long enough to cover the tops of her stockings and she wore a shiny, silvery green, foil top that left a moderate amount of cleavage visible in an obvious pushup bra. Her black tresses were done practically in the style of 'big hair', green eyes flashing warmly with a hint of excitement. While she wore the stockings and garters for me, it almost seemed the rest of the outfit was for Daddy as she stood there in her high heel shoes, overnight bag in hand, looking at him with a half smile before greeting him.

"I hope I'm not going to have to rough you up again during this visit, John boy."

"You call me John boy again and I'll rough you up." He joked with an open smile, flicking through the channels and watching the screen.

"Sure. Would that be after Kat pries your couch potato ass up, or do you expect me to come to you?"

He laughed silently at this, shaking his head incredulously as he searched the range of prime time offerings.

"Come on, Kat, let's go to your room for some girl talk, we'll leave your media primate alone."

"Ho-ly fuck, you like to push it, don't you!?" he said, lowering the remote and looking away from the TV.

"Just tell me when you've had enough and I'll leave you alone, John boy."

I was laughing at all this, hyped up on horny and with a jumping case of nerves as we passed him by and went down the hall to my room, Daddy sitting there with a tight smile, the kind he gets when I crush him and his piddling little towns in Age of Empires.

I was dressed in what I'd call the 'needfully conservative' look in the new, tight black jeans I wore with a white rayon, open necked and long sleeved top. It hung untucked, just above my beltline and out from my body because, like Gina, I usually favour a pushup bra.

We hung out in my room for a little while, making out after we talked about the usual stuff, catching up and everything. My conscience not much into it with Daddy right out there, she soon got the hint that something was off.

"Slutty, why don't we tell him tonight?"

I looked down between our breasts at the floor and barely shook my head in reply.

She took a breath to say something, then paused a short time as though changing her mind and saying instead, "Kat, this is getting me to a point where I think I'm,... I don't like sneaking around behind his back like this, it stinks too much like betrayal and I'm starting to feel a lot less than good about it."

"I'm sorry."

"(sigh) ... I'm sure it won't be anywhere near as bad as you think. I'll bet he'd be more upset that he thought you had to keep it from him. If I were him, that's how I'd feel, you know."

"Uh huh."

"And never underestimate how he feels about me, as compared to how he'd feel about some half witted yahoo with a hardon taking his little kitten around."

"At this point, you can't imagine." I toned at her chest.

"There you have it. Let's tell him."

"We will, but just,... not yet. Let me do it at the best time, okay?"

"Kat,..."

"We'll tell him, smutty, I promise and maybe this weekend, just let me pick the best time, okay?"

" ... This weekend, no excuses."

I hesitated, uncomfortable with being driven into a corner by a timetable at this point and continued to look at her chest. She took my chin and gently turned her face up to mine.

"Baby, I've never made excuses for myself, I've told you that, not since I left the shelter and this,... I don't want to push, but I really don't like this situation. I really need and want your father's respect and I can't have it like this, in fact, this is why I don't make excuses for myself, or what I do. Do you understand?"

"Yes,..."

"This weekend? Please?" Gina half begged in a soft, caring voice.

"This weekend."

"Promise?"

" ... Yeah, I promise," I sighed, committing myself to all or nothing before the weekend could end. Directing my eyes down and away from hers as she continued to hold my chin, I tried to absorb the fact that I'd likely just numbered the hours of my own happiness.

We emerged a little bit later and I served the three of us a glass of Gina's favourite wine as they took passing, playful jabs at each other, smiling good naturedly as they wound down their verbal skirmish.

There wasn't much on after we checked out the news, getting our daily dose of fear mongering over the swine flu and noting how the Dollar closed. We ended up playing scrabble (I won) for a couple hours until Space Odyssey 2001 came on. By the time the sequel started, we were all lightly buzzed and piled on the couch like we were two weekends ago.

From my position, a little on top of and behind Daddy, kind of wedged between him and the back of the couch, I could clearly see a few things.

First of all, she'd encouraged his hand around her middle again and snuggled in, her back to him and with the top of her head just below his chin. This time she wasn't just holding it there with her hand, but idly playing with his knuckles as she watched the movie, lightly squeezing them between thumb and forefinger. I could see the reflection of the television's light in her eye, smiled when her little exploration paused at an exciting part in the movie, then continued.

Then there was how her boobies kind of bunched up towards the opening at the top of her shirt as she lay there like that, giving Daddy a pretty good look at her chest and the top of her emerald green, satin bra.

Finally, there was the way she would stretch every now and then, writhing just a little against him, even stretching her legs and wiggling her stocking clad toes before relaxing again with a short, quiet, contented hum.

I very much liked seeing this on two levels. First of all, given Gina's history with her own family, particularly her parents and especially her father, I felt good seeing her experience some of the security that I do with Daddy. Yeah, I was happy for her. Second, and obviously, it turned me on. Each time she stretched, her skirt seemed to ride up a little until the tops of her stockings were visible, yanked upward in points where the straps connected them to her garter belt.

Daddy, I could tell, was just a bit uncomfortable with this. Unfortunately, I think Peggy was right about him. The poor guy kinda doesn't know much about women and I knew he didn't assume anything on Gina's part about this. I mean, he's referred to her as 'the other one' a few times and even, 'my witch with the shiny red broom'. That is pretty funny.

The point is, he likes her and has kind of adopted her, this not doing anything at all for my guilt, and the only discomfort he felt was at what he would have accurately seen as Gina's new comfort level with him. So, I assured him by slipping my hand down between her back and his chest, hugging him tighter, allowing a short, grinding maneuver with my hips before breathing a contented sigh, somehow defeating my case of hormonally driven nerves.

His body slowly relaxed, the heartbeat I felt through his ribs and my chest slowing a little. I wondered what Gina was thinking as, on the screen, Hal sent someone else spinning silently off to their eventual death in the great, black void.

Was she aware of his discomfort? I had to believe she was. Was she teasing him? She's not the type to do that with men, given her preference for her own sex, questionable as it is, and she respects him too much to do that, anyway. At this point, I think she was reacting to him the way a woman ought to, quite possibly just chalking it up to her own harmless version of the daddy thing. However, Gina's not one to run and hide, not even from herself. It was also possible that she was tentatively exploring an unexpected reaction to him, but very unlike her character with me in consideration, especially since it was my father she would have been exploring with me right there in front of them.

It was late by the time the movie ended, but nobody had to work the next day, the house was nice and cozy and we decided on having some more wine, Daddy another beer. We all got up during our intermission while I found another movie, a scary one this time, the title of which I don't remember.

"I want the bottom this time," I called as they were re-entering the living room and I was lowering the lights to about halfway.

Gina looked at me and I swear she flushed just a little, saying, "Yeah, but that means I have to get,..."

"You had the good spot last time, too. It's my turn. Plus, this is a scary movie and I'm younger than you, so plplplplptt!"

She looked at me a little funny, then at Daddy who was looking a bit concerned.

"C'mon, the movie's about to start. Daddy, lay down so we can get ready," I said, pulling the poor man to the couch with his beer. C'mon, Gina, it's just Daddy."

She capitulated, carefully climbing up on the couch after we were settled as we both watched her. I couldn't see his face as she carefully balanced herself with her hands lightly touching our hips. I held my father's hand in front of my belly like she'd been doing previously as she slowly lowered herself, her bent, outside leg draping over Daddy's hip for want of anywhere else to be. This hiked her skirt up her thigh a fair distance and showed off not just the top of her stocking, but a lot of the black garter straps at the front and back of her thigh. I couldn't see the look on his face above me, but there was no way he missed this.

"Uhh,... this okay?" she asked with an embarrassed smile, knowing about her skirt but unable, maybe uncaring enough, to really do anything about it.

"Get comfy, Gina, it's about to start," I said before turning to the TV.

I felt her hesitate, then squirm in to where she was presumably more comfortable as the opening credits began. When the first commercial break started, I felt slow, soft movement and another low, contented sound from beautiful Gina. She was stretching again.

About halfway through the movie, I twisted over a little way to my back, stretching like Gina and seeing her do the same. She looked like a cat lying up there, her carefree, half closed eyes on the screen, the side of her subtly smiling face snuggled nice and cozy against Daddy's shoulder. Our eyes met and there was this funny little instant. Almost like we really were sisters, plus lovers, and everything was the way it was always supposed to be with no runaway mothers or fanatical and abusive parents.

"Daddy, put your arm around Gina, you'll be more comfy."

"Gina hates me, kitten, she doesn't want me comfy," he joked, a small bit of tension in his voice.

I winked at Gina, he unable to see this and her eyes widened as I bugged, "Daddy, don't be silly. Besides, it'll make her feel good."

"Don't speak for other people, Kat," he said.

"Actually,..." Gina put in, her expression conveying some surprise along with her soft tone, "I wouldn't mind that. If you don't, I mean," she said, looking at him.

" ... Seriously? ... Alright." he decided.

She shifted herself so he could let go of my hand and get his upper arm out from under her head. She squirmed, frog legging up his side, her skirt hiking even further, further still when she wiggled her way into him, hesitantly clutching at his chest behind my back like I did. She gave me a happy, almost thankful smile as she sighed contentedly again, closing her eyes for a couple seconds.

Daddy's hand rested at her waist, the fingers of his big paw wrapping around her lower side. I rested my hand on her leg, just below her knee, feeling moisture between my legs and a growing hope that everything might be alright between the three of us after all.

"John, you know I tease you a lot," she said almost dreamily, her eyes closing again, "but it's only because I think so much of you. You know that, right?"

"Oh yeah, same here. No worries, little witch."

She smiled wider, writhing like a cat again in another little stretch as the commercials ended and the movie came back on. I turned back over, still smiling happily, but desperately trying to think of the best way to steer this, being distracted by the feel of Daddy's cock at the small of my back. It wasn't completely hard, but it must have been at least halfway there.

Soon after that, I heard a sound that was unmistakable, that of Gina's fingernails lazily running through short hair, most likely the hair at the back of Daddy's head. I felt his cock get slowly harder until he had to adjust his position to try to get it away from me. I answered this by pushing back and grinding against him in a way he'd know was on purpose, this eliciting the slightest gasp from him.

When it was over and we roused ourselves from our semi-trance like state to rate the movie, I got up, saying, "One more drink, guys?"

"Mmmmm,..." Daddy pondered. "Yeah, but that'll be it for me."

"Gina?"

"Okay, but can I have a beer this time?"

"Sure. Anybody want anything else while I'm up?" I asked.

Neither of them did, so after grabbing up the empty cans and glasses to spirit them off to the kitchen, I went first to my room to get changed into something more comfortable than jeans. I chose a short summer dress, a bit low cut, kind of beige with an old fashioned flowery pattern. It actually looked a lot better on me before I went blonde, but it was comfortable and sexy without being obvious. I came back out, got three beer and went into the living room with them.

Daddy was more on his back and Gina was mostly laying on his front, her hands on his upper chest, fingers at his shoulders, subtly testing their hard tone. I could see the bottom of her black panties under the risen hem of her skirt, hugging the inside bottoms of her cheeks. They were both smiling, his hand on her lower back, talking in low tones as I approached.

They looked up at my return, still smiling as I went on to open their beer and hand them out. We all sipped and put them on our new coffee table before I went to reload myself on the couch.

"You changed," Gina noted, her eyes lingering here and there as they surveyed me, much the same as Daddy's were.

"Yup, more comfortable in this. You want to change too?"

" ... Sure. Much as I hate to move," she added with a happy, yet somehow apologetic tone.

I grinned and offered her my hand, standing close enough so that they both could almost see up my skirt. She took it and I helped her off the couch, Daddy watching both of us as we started for the hall.

"Uhh, I hope you don't think,..." Gina started once she was in my room.

I went about undressing her, asking, "Think what?"

"Well,..." she laughed, pausing nervously and looking as though she were searching for something to say. "I don't know, you're dad is just really cool. It's weird, but,... I like to be near him."

"That's not weird. It's okay, Gina, he's a handsome man and he has that 'thing', I know."

"Yeah, that thing," Gina agreed.

"You like him. I know and I'm not mad. I imagine any woman who got to know him would have to have rocks in her head not to fall for him."

"Yeah, but I'm not falling for him, I just,... well, you know."

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry about it, smutty."

"Well,... Okay."

"Having a good time?"

"Yeah, I loved- Uh,... what's this?"

"It's pink. (giggle)"

She'd finally noticed the more comfy outfit I'd been dressing her in, the one I bought yesterday with her in mind. I'd gotten the see through, pink demi bra on her while she fretted about Daddy, same as removing her black panties and replacing them with a pink pair that (of course) matched the bra, also see through. She really only noticed something was amiss when I was buttoning the short, pink summer dress with its cute little pleated skirt.

"Have you taken leave of your senses?"

"What?"

"I hate pink! And this dress is,... I can't wear this in front of John!"

"Why can't you?"

"What'll he think!?" she demanded in a quiet shrill, the ghost of a smile playing at her lips as she probably imagined a possible answer to her own question.

"I'm betting he'll think you look adorable in pink, just like I keep telling you."

"But, he'll think-!"

"Oh stop it, you're a dancer, this shouldn't bother you. Anyway, everything's covered."

"My garter straps,..."

"Nice offset to the pink, especially with your hair," I said, grabbing my ultra wide, pink hair band.

"Oh, my god, you want me to wear that? You must be playing some kind of prank on-"

"Come on, Gina, it'll be fun. Besides, this is a great way to tell him about us. Here, (giggle) put these shoes on.

She laughed giddily, her face turning darker with a flush and I knew she wanted to do it. She proved it when she put the four inch, pink pumps on.

"Oh my god, slutty, he's gonna freak out!"

"No, he's not," I assured her, pulling her in front of my full length mirror.

Her jaw dropped.

The skirt was even shorter than I thought it would be on her and the top showcased her boobs very nicely, leaving a lot of cleavage and bra visible. Best of all, her black garter belt and stockings stood out against the pink in such an excitingly eye catching way. The overall effect was stunning and mind numbingly erotic.

"Uhhh,... I look like one of the seven deadly sins. Maybe all of them."

"That's a good thing," I said, looking at my little creation with lust. "I definitely love it. But, let's go see what Daddy thinks."

" ... We really shouldn't," she fretted as I pulled her toward the door. "I mean, you can pretty much see right through this dress and it feels really short in ba-"

"You're fine," I assured her, getting her out the door before she could see in the mirror just how short that skirt really was in back. Jeez, what a sexy thing, my Gina is.

"Daddy, close your eyes for a sec!" I called out once we were in the hall.

"Why!?"

"If I told you that, you wouldn't have to close your eyes!"

" ... Fine, they're closed!" he called.

"No way I'm doing this, we're both crazy!" Gina hissed as I shoved her half willing body in front of me.

"Don't be silly, if you enjoyed lying with him before, imagine how much fun it will be now," I hissed pack positively.

Moments later, we were in front of the couch.

"Oh, god." Gina moaned.

"Okay, open your eyes."

His eyes opened. A second later, his mouth opened too as he took in the sight of my beautiful girlfriend.

"Doesn't she look nice in pink, Daddy?"

He performed a mental shake of his head and replied with a sudden grin, "Well, knowing you like I do, witchy,..."

"He's laughing!" Gina wailed.

"Da-ddy!"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm laughing at you, not with you. Wait, I mean that the other way around."

"I'm not laughing!" she yelled, the smallest grin playing at the corners of her mouth again.

"Oh, relax!" he scoffed. "Most men would sell off their families to have you."

" ... You mean that? I mean you think I look good in pink?" she asked doubtfully, still red faced.

"Awesome."

"Nobody says that any more, John."

"I don't care."

"But you really think it looks good on me?"

"Yes!" he assured impatiently, yet with a smile.

"I told you, Gina," I said. "Now turn around so Daddy can see."

I helped her turn before she could hesitate and his carefully constructed grin crumbled when he saw the bottom of her sheer, pink panties, black garter straps running down beneath them. I casually lifted her skirt further in back without her even noticing, smiling and winking at Daddy, whose eyes bugged out and looked at me, then back at Gina's magnificent little bum behind the mesh before I let it back down again.




Dad's The Man Ch. 10



She turned, still flushed to a degree where I wondered if she really didn't know about me flashing her bum. So, I lifted the front of her dress, far enough so that even her garter belt showed.

"Kat!" Gina exclaimed with surprise and embarrassment, doing nothing to pull her skirt back down, however.

Daddy just gawped, seemingly unable to tear his eyes away from Gina's clearly visible pussy, her dark, moist lips pressing against the pink mesh.

"Ma- maybe we should, uhh, try to find another movie?" Daddy asked, probably trying to bring this little scene to a close.

"Okay," I said, dropping her skirt, grabbing my beer off the coffee table and handing it to her.

She looked at me with an aghast smile, probably sure I was crazy, yet took a deep drink, most likely needing it. But, I could tell she was unwilling to back out, was enjoying herself and found this very exciting.

She handed the can back to me, then turned to Daddy, asking, "Ummm, do you still want,... I mean the way we were watching before?"

There was a pause as I also took a deep drink from the can. Peripherally, I could see them looking at one another curiously before Daddy smiled and replied.

"If you want, witchy."

" ... Okay."

She carefully laid full length on him, his hand on the small of her back, a smile on her face as it came near to his.

"Make way, Gina," I said with my gleeful expression.

She squeezed over and, in a moment, Daddy's other hand was on the small of my back, two smiling beauties lying on him and a hardon I could feel as well as Gina must have.

"Should we find something else, or is it too late?" I asked.

"I don't know. What do you think?" he asked Gina.

"I don't know. I might fall asleep."

"So, fall asleep," he said.

I didn't want anyone falling asleep, so I gave Daddy a quick, exaggerated kiss on the lips.

"(giggle)"

"What was that for?" he asked as Gina looked at me with a bit more surprise.

"Cause I love you," I answered, then kissed Gina. "I love you, too."

She smiled at this, looked at Daddy nervously and then kissed me back, a more lingering kiss which I returned.

"Now, you and Daddy."

Her eyes shone with excitement and she reminded me of myself for a moment as he looked on, I think a little too stunned to say anything. She did it, though.

Then she did it again, a little slower and longer this time while I watched Daddy hesitantly kiss her back, as softly as she kissed him. It was quite exciting, knowing Gina's experience with men before this, almost a best runner up to my little fantasy involving her and five men under my control.

"My turn," I said when they were done, Gina looking like somebody'd just set off a firecracker in her head.

"Oh,..." Gina breathed, watching me and Daddy kiss passionately before I returned my lips to hers once again.

We spent a very enjoyable twenty or so minutes doing this, both Daddy and Gina a little stunned, but seduced by each other and my efforts nonetheless. See, it's as I came to figure with Gina. She's really no more a lesbian than I am, she only learned to think she was because of that Aaron kid and her asshole father. Not to mention Dottie, the molester. Seeing men as clients for years after didn't help, but all she needed was to get to know a proper man that would see and treat her not as a sex object, but the valuable treasure she really is.

In spite of that, things had to go the rest of the way at that point, while they still had some alcohol in their systems. So, I went for it, heart in my chest, fire between my legs.

While it was their turn to kiss, I began rubbing Gina's back and shoulders, running my fingers up the back of her scalp the way she liked. She and Daddy were getting more serious with kissing one another, she gripping his shoulders now, head cocked to the side as she did her catlike stretch again.

I worked my way down to Daddy's hand, which was now massaging slowly, back and forth across the small of her back, and pushed it down. Her skirt had ridden most of the way up to where he'd been caressing and she responded instantly to his hand moving over her pink pantied bum, her cheeks rising to his touch.

"Mmm! Mmmmmm," she exclaimed, making out with him quite nicely now.

I got to watch that big hand roam over those cheeks, squeezing in the way he did to me, covering her more slender posterior more effectively than his other hand was doing with my rounder one. It slid right up the back of my dress, right in front of Gina, rubbing my bum nicely and making me moan softly.

"Gina, look," I whispered in her ear. She turned to see where Daddy's other hand was and looked at me with an awed expression of understanding in her features.

"Daddy' very good at bum rubs. Isn't he?"

"Ohhh,... Slutty, I,..."

I gave her a nice, wet kiss, sticking my tongue into her mouth while I ground my thigh against Daddy's stiff cock. I reached down and slowly pulled the back of her skirt up the rest of the way, allowing his hand to roam over her garter belt. Gina's moans renewed as she squirmed on top of him, now driving her tongue into my mouth.

"Mmm. P-pull my panties down, smutty."

"Oh, god!" she hissed as Daddy's finger pressed between her cheeks and went down, looking at me with some kind of post understanding confusion.

She didn't seem able to make up her mind, only exclaiming, "Ohh, slutty! I never- Uhn!"

"Pull them down, okay? I asked, fixing my mouth on hers again while Daddy's hand went right down the back of her panties, firmly grabbing her bum.

In the next moment I felt the nails of her fingers slipping inside the back of my panties and down they came while she stared incredulously.

"Isn't it so nice?" I sighed in her ear.

"Mmmmm!" she replied, taking her lips back to his heavily breathing mouth.

I began unbuttoning his shirt, eventually coming to a point where our boobies blocked my progress, so I pulled it open the rest of the say, feeling the buttons pop against me as I uncovered his chest.

"Look at this, Gina. Nice, huh?"

She pulled away from him and looked down at his upper body, then at me with such a beautiful expression in her eyes. Her hand came down from his shoulder and tentatively joined mine, exploring his chest, both of us shifting to our sides so we could have his magnificent torso between us.

"Uh, does anyone else need a drink?" Daddy asked almost breathlessly as he reached back for his beer.

We both smiled and, between the three of us, finished the can off.

"Doesn't Gina have a nice bum, Daddy?"

"Yes, she does," he said, looking at her, she back as he returned to rubbing both of them. "And you, my kitten,..."

"We're going to have to have a very long talk," Gina said in a sultry, promising tone.

"She's got that right," Daddy agreed, squeezing my bum a little harder than normal.

"I know, but not now, okay? Let's just have fun tonight."

They both looked at me with the same expression, almost as if they were observing a strange animal, but before they could change their minds, I reached down and pulled the front of her skirt up, exposing her for Daddy to see again.

"Isn't Gina so beautiful?"

He didn't answer, only watched as my fingers played lightly over the front of her garter belt, then down to her panties, making her moan as Daddy's hand still worked inside the back of them. She reached over and slowly pulled the front of my dress up, looking under as though she'd never seen up my skirts before. He watched us lightly stroke each other through our underwear, mewling soft little sounds and slowly bucking into one another's fingertips.

After a few minutes of this, I was revved up fast enough to blow. Literally. I slid off him, gently pulling Gina with me to our feet before taking his hands and tugging at them.

"C'mon, Daddy."

He got up slowly, looking at me with a mixture of appreciation and wariness, Gina's expression once again the same as his. Taking their hands, I led them to the hall, down to Daddy's room and inside. Still holding their hands, I hopped up on the bed, pulling them after me.

I whispered a little suggestion in Gina's ear before moving on to finish removing Daddy's shirt.

"Umm, John, can we kiss some more? I- I like it a lot."

As I finished with his shirt, he moved closer, slipping his arm around her back and drawing her to him. He grabbed under her bum and wrapped his other arm around her back, getting a breathy cry from her for it. They went at it again, soon necking like they were on the couch. They really did like each other, there was no denying that.

She allowed him to pull her down to the mattress in the embrace I've been in many times at this point, but getting quite a thrill out of seeing Gina have the experience, both of us being thoroughly seduced by it. I don't think she even noticed when I undid his belt and pants, pulling them down and off.

"Look, smutty."

She did and saw what I was looking at right away, her eyes widening at the long, thick mass that pushed out at the front of the dark blue briefs I'd bought him.

"Come and see."

She glanced at Daddy, then moved down to where I was rubbing all around my favourite toy in the whole world, very happy to share it with my best friend and lover.

"It's big." She breathed.

"Wanna see it?"

She hesitantly nodded.

"Daddy, just lay there and let me show Gina your cock, okay?"

He didn't answer, only continued to watch as I slowly pulled his underwear down.

"Oh, my,..." Gina breathed, raising her fingers to almost cover her mouth as she looked it over curiously.

I finished pulling his underwear right off, leaving him naked before us and settled across from her and beside him, each of us staring at it. Slowly raking my nails through his chest hair, I glanced at her from time to time before slowly fitting my fingers around it. She watched as I lifted it up a little and pumped it, my thumb working the sensitive front up to his cockhead. He moaned pleasurably at this and I smiled wider.

"Slutty," she managed, shaking her head. "I had no idea. ... You're a very dirty girl."

"Maybe. But, this is the real thing and the best part is that it comes with Mr. Fantasy. Remember him, smutty?"

After a few seconds, she actually nodded, looking at me afterward.

"Why don't you go ahead and play with it? It's waaaay better than a dildo, I promise. But I think you already know that. Don't you?"

She nodded again, glancing at Daddy before taking his cock in her hand. She squeezed a little, feeling it out and a quick smile appeared, then lessened a little as if it had shown its hand too early.

"That's it," I encouraged, "nice and slow, a nice,... light touch. Do the whole length, right from his balls, all the way up. ... Yeah,... Play with his cockhead a little and see how he jumps."

He did and her smile began to gain confidence.

"Yeah, just keep stroking. Feel how nice and hard it is, yet soft and, sooo fuckable?"

"Uh huh," she affirmed quietly.

"Check out his balls, but be careful. Just feel around and cup them in your hand, it's really cool. Daddy, can you spread your legs for us? ... More. ... Thanks, Daddy. Just relax, okay?"

"Yeah,... Oh, witchy, that's great."

She looked at him again, then at me with a yet brighter smile and admitted, "This is fun."

I leaned forward, seductively licking her lips and began necking with her as she left his balls and went back to pumping his cock. When I pulled away, we looked down just in time to see a surprising amount of pre-cum flow it and dribble down over her fingers.

"Oh,... slutty, look."

"I know, just slow down a bit, we got him pretty excited and we don't want him to cum yet. Not until we have some more fun."

"It's so,... hard and,... warm. I love this."

"So do I," I assured her lowering my head and licking Daddy's fluids from her fingers and his length, leaving what was on his head.

"Oh, my god!" she hissed, looking at me as though she wouldn't have expected something like that by then. I suppose it was the actual sight of it, the astounding reality that I'd just licked my own father's cock right in front of her.

"Mmmm. Why don't you go ahead and get the rest? It tastes really good and it's fun to lick his cock."

"Umm, I can't,... believe this is happening." she said uncertainly, adding a nervous giggle, but she slowly lowered her head to his hard prick.

I almost couldn't believe it myself, watching her tongue carefully emerge from her mouth, extending itself until it touched his head before she used it to sop up his fluids there.

"Keep licking his cockhead. Use lots of saliva, too, he likes that."

"Awwwwlll. Ungggg," she commented, slowly licking and allowing herself to drool, a thin stream running down his shaft.

"Yeaaaah. Just keep licking his cock."

"Anngg."

"Ohhh, god!" he groaned. "Ohh, fuck, Gina,..."

I left her alone with his hardness at this point, trusting she'd figure out the rest on her own while I started making out with Daddy. It was great knowing he was receiving all this attention, knowing how pleased he must have been right then, despite what would shake out of all this, and I was also happy that I'd given Gina something she obviously needed. I shared them with each other.

One of Daddy's hands was now rubbing my back and bum while we French kissed, the other stroking Gina's scalp and thick, black hair as he writhed and groaned. I allowed myself to swoon for a time, letting go of my awareness to enjoy what I'd wrought before I knew we should move on.

I broke away, leaving him with a truly slutty expression and went to rejoin Gina. I really wasn't surprised to see her slowly sucking on his cock, going up and down, taking in as much as her mouth would allow, lips stretched around him. Her dainty little hand with the nice rings on its fingers held his cock at its base, carefully, but firmly feeding her mouth with what she suddenly wanted. She was still on her knees, her bum in the air, eyes closed and I could tell she was pretty horny.

I worked my way down between his legs and began licking his balls with a wet tongue, spreading him further so I could do the top of his inner thighs. She sucked all the way to the top and allowed it to pop out with a slurp before looking at me with a sudden, excitedly pleased smile.

"(giggle)" she exclaimed.

"I know." I said, spreading him yet further. "And we can do whatever we want with him, too. He'll let us. Oh, look at his bum hole, isn't it cute?"

" ... Yeah."

I got right down there and started licking it, making Daddy really jump and groan, Gina gasp at my audacity.

"Oh, my god, slutty, look at what we're doing to him!" she enthused, watching his reaction as she stroked his cock.

"Oh, my fuuuuck!" he ground out.

"Now you suck him, slutty. Suck your father's cock."

"With pleasure."

I took it from her with a smile and let her watch me deepthroat him, an act I'm pretty good at now, what with all the practice I've been getting. She stroked his balls and anus with her fingers, watching me and glancing at his reactions to our attentions.

I stopped sucking when I felt him getting close, continuing to stroke, but at a slower pace as I looked back and forth from Daddy to Gina with an innocently filthy smile, the kind I know they both love.

"I think all three of us should just do whatever we want with each other."

Now, this was throwing it down. They regarded me openly for a moment until Daddy sat up. Gina sidled closer so she could lean against him on her thigh and put her arms around him.

"Yeah,..." she said softly, looking up at Daddy again, then back at me. "Whatever,..."

Daddy smiled at her and put his arm around her shoulder, allowing her other hand to rest on his belly, replying, "Yeah, I'm for that."

They were obviously both quite happy with my idea.

"I love you both so much,..." I told them.

They returned expressions of understanding that didn't have to be voiced and I felt quite a wave of relief, this obviously being a good sign where my big picture is concerned.

"Why don't you take off your dress?" Daddy Suggested to me.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Ohh,..." Gina sighed as she watched me slowly raise the garment over my head at my own father's wish.

As I was tossing it from the bed, I felt a hand between my spread thighs as I knelt on the bed in front of them. It was Gina's. Daddy watched as she lovingly rubbed miffy all over through the already wet lace.

At this point, I really wanted them to concentrate on each other more than on me, but I couldn't resist his unattended cock. I began stroking it, feeling out how excited he was through my grip on his hard meat as he started unbuttoning the front of Gina's dress. With a trusting smile, she allowed him to pull the short sleeved garment back over her shoulders and down her arms until she sat there in that cute, see through, pink bra.

"Oh, little witch,... You look just super in pink. What made you think you didn't?"

They started making out again as he began rubbing her tummy and working his way up, grabbing her boobies and kneading lightly, pushing them up gently against her chest one at a time. He played with her nipples through the fragile cups as she arched her back, leaning into him with one hand at the back of his head.

I marveled as he pulled each cup down and away from her breasts, letting them out to play with his hands. Gina's reaction to all this and seeing them both together was such a turn on for me as I stroked him, watching my only two people in the world please one another. Gina always did like kissing and that light duty foreplay stuff, but she really loved it with him. She looked like she was getting off more on necking with him than what his hand was doing. And they look so great together, so happy it just radiates, especially from Gina.

I went down on Daddy, sucking energetically, making him moan as his hand moved back down her belly. Letting his prick out of my mouth, I leaned over to gently spread Gina's legs, unopposed as his hand played with her garter belt. They stopped necking so Daddy could pull her whole dress up over her head, she looking up at him adoringly, much like I might.

Gina grabbed his cock and started stroking it in my absence while watching his big hand roam down her tummy again, this time straight to her see through pink panties.

"Ohhh!" she let out, pausing her hand for a few moments on his cock as he pressed and swirled here and there with his fingers against the wet mesh, easily viewing her pussy, wet, ready and waiting. "Ohhhhhhhh!?"

Finally deciding where I should be, I got on Gina's other side and gently pushed them down to the mattress, fastening my mouth on her nipple and running my hand over her body, helping him out every now and then between her legs. I soon felt her other hand go down my panties, so I spread my legs to let her fingers freely reacquaint themselves with miffy.

Now we were all gasping and moaning with our hands on one another, playing and being played with. Daddy was really getting off on Gina and I together and I could see him getting pretty antsy. Gina, meanwhile, watched it all, a sort of disbelieving expression on her face when his hand went right down the front of her panties. He didn't hesitate, slipping his middle finger up inside her right away, making her squeal (yes, squeal) as she did the same to me.

She came quite soon with anguished, high pitched moans through her clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut, body jerking and convulsing in Daddy's and my embrace. It was a beautiful thing, possibly most of all for her.

When she was done, he freed his hand to reposition himself. He slowly, as though savouring every second, pulled her panties down and off, then did the same to me and in the same manner.




Dad's The Man Ch. 10



He began kissing and licking miffy, driving me wild as Gina leaned over me with that post orgasmic, trancelike expression to pull one of my bra cups down.

"Let's have those tits out where we can see 'em," she husked before fastening her lips to my nipple, pulling my other bra cup down, spilling that 'tit' out as well.

"Oh, oh, yes! Oh, yes, Daddy! Oh, smutty! Ohh!" I cried as Gina's fingers twisted my other nipple. "Ohhh, fu-uck!"

She nibbled just a little painfully as Daddy sucked on one of miffy's lips, his finger playing with my clit. I felt like I was being electrified and I knew that the orgasm that was on the way would be a good one, possibly the best one ever if I could hack it. I resolved to try as Gina climbed right on top of me and Daddy left my lip in favour of sucking on my clit.

My face tilted up until I could see the headboard, Gina twisted my nipples perfectly, kissing my neck as I orgasmed, shrieking like a crazy person. It wasn't the best, but I've had few as good. The best was yet to cum, if you'll excuse my pun.

I found myself being dragged, with Gina along for the ride, so that our midsections were positioned at the edge of the bed. The bed clothes came with us and I remember giggling a little about what a job I'd have fixing the sheets.

Gina had been looking around and behind us as this was happening, excitement in her eyes, but fixed a grin on me at my giggle. We'd come to a stop and she opened her mouth to say something, but never got the chance as her expression changed entirely in the blink of an eye.

Her mouth and eyes opened wide and she looked at me as if the hard cock worming its way up her pussy were mine.

"Ohh, ohh, ohhhhhhh!" she cried out, still looking at me.

Her cries turned to a high pitch crooning as Daddy buried himself inside her and stayed, allowing her the full feel of him as he adoringly massaged her bum, the small of her back and her thighs. I smiled up at her and hugged her tight, forcing my lips to hers, my tongue in her mouth and feeling her respond in kind.

After she had time to adjust a little and accept the fact that a man was fucking her with his own, very real cock, she began to push against him as we made out desperately. Soon, she was bouncing lightly from Daddy's hips and he picked up her chosen rhythm.

My legs were spread and so were Gina's, her pussy resting right on miffy so that I could feel his balls slap between my legs with every one of his gentle thrusts. Repositioning myself a little, I was able to turn my pelvis down enough so that his shaft rubbed my clitoris on its way by, making me squeal into her mouth as she now squealed into mine.

Then, he was suddenly penetrating me, pushing all the way up like he did to her, making me feel the pain I could still feel and I broke contact with Gina's lips to voice my surprised pleasure.

"Awww! Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhh-hhhh!"

Gina, breathing hard, looked down at me with such an intense expression, grinding her pussy against me in small circles, heaving her breath.

"Ohh, is Daddy fucking his sweet little kitten?" she asked in her smutty bedroom tone.

"Yeah-! Ohhh! Ohhhhhh!"

He began a solid, brisk pace almost immediately, jerking both of us with each impact as she covered my mouth with hers again. A few minutes later she broke contact and groaned suddenly as his cock returned to her. He quickly worked her up to the same pace and force he was using with me and, once again, his length rubbed my clitoris in the bargain.

"Uh! Uh! Uhgg! Ahh! Fuu-! Ohh!" she raunchily grunted as I reached down to spread her cheeks for Daddy.

Now I was kissing and sucking at her neck while all she could do was hang on to me by my sides, just under my arms, grunting and groaning under the wonderful assault. Daddy was moaning almost as loud as we were and I knew he was starting to get close again.

This was just something else for me and my horny. Soon, under the incidental attention my clitoris was receiving from Daddy's cock and the sheer, incredibly sexy and exhilarating dirtiness of the situation, I got close again. A short time later, I somehow remained focused on her as I jumped and twitched beneath her weight, crying out as my orgasm rolled over me, her eyes rolling back in her head as she experienced her own climax.

The weight that her tensed muscles were holding off of me came down and held me securely pinned against my gyrations while Gina repeatedly convulsed almost violently, a short, gasping moan accompanying each one.

My orgasm seemed to stretch on and on, like they do sometimes, but not usually like this. Incredibly, before it was quite over, he was inside me again and I either had a comeback, or another orgasm.

"Oh, Daddy, I'm cumming! OH, GOD! OHHHHH!! OHHHHH!! OHHHHH!!"

The rest of my vocals were short, high pitched yips of a sort, to which I could never do justice with a keyboard. This was my best orgasm ever, without a doubt. Seeing Gina fucked to orgasm by a man was enough, but the rest of it puts this little experience at the top.

He fucked me right through it, like he did Gina, and kept fucking even as we tried to recover ourselves, soon going back to Gina. We were both a little surprised when his cock appeared in our faces, probably each one thinking the other was the current, lucky recipient.

We both licked the essence of ourselves and each other from it, Daddy crying out, he was so close, as we sandwiched his cock between our mouths and faces, lovingly cleaning it.

He definitely spurted at least one shot in her mouth, but no more than two, I'd guess. She took it out of her mouth with a dramatic little cry, then uttered a small, surprised sound each time he spurted into her beautiful face. He laced her nose, across her mouth, upper lip and cheek, but she never moved away, only lustfully watched it happening to her.

I'd say it was one of his better orgasms, too, by the way he was yelling. He collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily as I regarded Gina, face full of cum and surprise. She opened her mouth, as if not knowing what else to do, and a larger than expected mouthful of cum and saliva drained out and down her chin, lightly spattering my face. I pulled her down and we kissed, grinding our pussies against each other, poking our tongues around in one other's mouths and smearing Daddy's cock juice all over our faces in the process.

He opted to watch as we shifted to a sixty-nine position and began licking and sucking each other the way we'd been doing practically since we'd met. We got off again and then rounded on him, who was by then hard, taking turns riding him as he lay on his back, bucking and thrusting as the three of us completely lost ourselves in one another.

Perfect.

We slept in after a long night, actually until almost eleven thirty. Daddy woke first, then us when he moved to get up.

We all looked at one another.

Daddy was naked. I was naked. Gina was wearing her garters and stockings, nothing else. I could see cum in her hair, could feel it in mine and his cock was already getting hard again as he looked at us.

"So, uhh,..." he started, trying to look away as we all sat up in the bed, me in the middle. "We should probably get cleaned up and talk."

"Yeah," Gina said to the mattress, her nipples as hard and erect as mine.

"I'm first," I said in a neutral tone as I slid off the bed. "I'll make us something nice to eat."

During breakfast, it was hard to gauge their feelings. They seemed reluctant to look at one another, yet they did what they did the night before so willingly and happily. By the time the meal was over, they were shooting sober and lingering glances at me. I cleared the table in silence, the same way we ate, trying to compose myself and the things I needed to say to make them understand as they now all but stared at me in expectation. This was it.

I sat down when I was finished refilling our coffee, looked at the tabletop for a moment and cleared my throat.

"Um, Daddy," I started quietly, getting the nerve to look him in the face only after several words into my little speech, "back when my,... my horny really started to,... build,... (sigh) Well, I decided to get a dildo. 'Cause I had to have one. Of course, going in there was a problem and while I was out front, driving myself crazy, that's when I met Gina."

I went on to tell him the rest of it, how we became a couple and had been ever since. After I was finished, I turned to Gina, took a deep breath and began her part of my explanation with my eyes closed, but told her about how I realized that the daddy thing was so appropriate in my case, given my need for a man that didn't seem to be out there. I told her about when and how I decided I wanted him, that I'd pursued and got him.

"Gina,..." I said after they were sufficiently filled in, "I never meant for this,... I never would have expected to have you and Daddy and I,... I just had to have him. I had to. I never meant to cheat on you, but I knew how you felt about me, I knew what you wanted from me and,... you're my only friend and I love you so much. I couldn't lose you, either."

Tears stood in my eyes when I looked away from her understanding, yet otherwise unreadable expression to focus on my father. I could only look at him for the first few moments as my tears began, my mind a sudden blank.

I finally blurted, "Daddy, I love you. I know I was already with Gina and it was wrong, but I meant everything I ever said to you and I never, ever lied about anything else, or kept anything from you! Please understand that you're both so important! I needed you, but Gina's my only friend and I,... I found myself in a horrible position. I- I wanted to be honest with you both from the start, but I couldn't lose even one of you, let alone both, you're all I have and Daddy, I love you so much,... I had to do something."

Now my tears were running freely and I was trying not to allow myself to stray into sob territory. He looked back at me with much the same expression as Gina's, vaguely reminding me of how alike they actually were in some ways. I looked almost fearfully from one to the other as they allowed a pause that felt like an eternity, feeling myself straying closer to the sobian border.

Finally, Gina heaved a heavy sigh, breaking her eye contact with me to slowly get up from her chair and move around to Daddy's. She hesitantly leaned forward, but began whispering in his ear, this lasting for about fifteen seconds or so. She straightened when she was done, looking down at him as he turned and looked up at her, nodding his head a second later.

She turned and walked out of the room, my eyes following her down the hall, then back to him.

"Y-you understand, don't you, Daddy?" I desperately needed to know.

" ... Don't worry, Kat. We're upset with you, but we love you. Just do what she says."

Gina walked back in with something in her hand, making her way to the back door as she looked across the table at me and said, "Come on, Kat."

She reached the back door and waited.

" ... H-huh?"

"Come on."

I got up and went to her, looking back at Daddy, whose expression and subtle gesture only encouraged me on to her.

"Put your shoes on," she told me while suddenly 'helping' me with my welding jacket.

"You,... Am I being thrown out?" I fretted out loud, a hairs breadth away from a broken sob.

"No. Yes. You're taking my car to my apartment, where you'll stay until John and I can get our heads around this and make some decisions. We'll come to you when we're done. Don't leave. Do you understand?"

" ... Yes," I replied in a small, somewhat relieved tone.

My shoes and jacket on, I looked over at Daddy to say goodbye, but he wasn't there anymore.

"Gina,... I'm scared,..."

" ... There's nothing to be afraid of. We both love you, but we're,... unhappy right now. Don't be afraid, just wait for us. Okay?"

I nodded, trusting her and sniffled, "Goodbye, then. ... See you soon?"

"Yes, but go now."

The broken sob I feared escaped as I was on my way out the door. I tried to straighten up as much as I could before I got into Gina's car, allowing myself some time to let my emotions out. In time, I drove here, to Gina's apartment like she told me to. That was just before one o'clock. It's now two twenty-three AM and I've been here ever since.

Waiting.

I can't think, can't recall, or figure exactly what Daddy's expression was conveying at home earlier. Gina's feelings were a bit easier to read, but still,... If only I could concentrate instead of just sitting here going crazy with worry.

But then, so what if I could? All I want to do is calculate my chances at overall success, but it's not as if my evaluation would change an outcome I no longer have any control over. Maybe I moved too soon? It's not like Gina gave me any choice.

I'm scared, despite their half assurances that I'm not being abandoned and that I shouldn't worry. It's one thing to believe that when Gina is telling me, but after sitting here all day, my fears and paranoia have begun to run away with me.

But, I'm here. If they wanted to get rid of me, they wouldn't have sent me here, would they? So, the sixteen kazillion Dollar question is, what are they talking about for this long?

Are they having sex?

Apr. 26/09

So, it's twenty-five after eleven PM and they still haven't come, or even called. It's a Sunday night, they both have to work tomorrow, what the hell?

As for me, I've been crying again, but I actually managed to get my mind off of the issue for some of the day, watching a couple of movies on WTN and forcing myself to eat. I logged on to the chat sight for a while with a nic that not even Gina knows about, just roaming here and there, room to room, listening in and sometimes getting into light conversations.

In addition, I've been reliving the threesome we had last night, feeling reassured by it and distracted by the exciting tingles between my legs when I remember how Gina looked when she was fucked to orgasm by a man for the very first time. It was great and I'm sure they both must feel the same way. So, why all this? Why their different attitudes in the morning? Was it the beer and wine? Did they wake up completely sober, suddenly ashamed of themselves, of me? Geez, they only would have been a bit buzzed. I didn't want them drunk, only lightened up a bit.

Again, evaluating the situation does nothing for me.

I just got finished a halfhearted workout that my tears brought to an end. I don't even know exactly why I'm crying. I trust Daddy and Gina, I don't really believe they'll want me to go away, but why haven't they come?

Don't they realize what I'd be going through here, like this? What does it mean?"

Okay, I'm starting to flip out again. I should just go to bed. I didn't get very good sleep last night, partly because of my worries and partly because I was so upset at sleeping in Gina's bed without her and under these circumstances, so I think I'll take the couch tonight.



Dad's The Man Ch. 11



Apr. 27/09

I was pretty tired last night, so I soon fell asleep in the nest of pillows and blankets I'd created on Gina's couch, the TV tuned to music videos, but muted.

I woke up suddenly, now in the company of two individuals who were standing in the gloom across from the coffee table.

"If I were a serial killer,..." Daddy said, his tone light, but firm.

" ... I'd be dead," I finished solemnly, completely and obviously unprepared.

"Come join us in the Kitchen, slutty," Gina invited. She moved away, towards that area and turned its light on, hopping up on one of the high stools at her kitchen island and gesturing to the stool beside her. "John?" 

I rose from the blankets I'd snuggled down in, wearing nothing but a simple white, see-through nightie that hung over me without shape, ending just below my bum and supported by two tiny shoulder straps. It was something I found in Gina's closet, having to look because I didn't bring anything of my own to sleep in. I may as well have been naked, for all that the transparent nightie hid, but I didn't think of that as I stopped just inside the lit kitchen area, fidgeting with my nails at my belly, elbows out and nervously looking from her to him as they sat beside one another, looking back at me.

"Come on, kitten," Daddy coaxed, Gina smiling reassuringly, encouragingly. 

I walked nearer, feeling better about the situation and got a little surprise when Daddy, his big paws under my arms, suddenly and easily lifted me up to a seat between them, on top of the island. 

They both looked me over before Gina asked him, "Should I start?"

He nodded and she looked at me with a curiously warm expression. They both seemed a bit different somehow, but she began speaking.

"Well, your father and I have spoken at length about a lot of things. Ourselves, each other,... you. We aren't very happy with you and what you've been doing, I'll tell you that right now. But, we do understand how this happened. Possibly better than you do.

"Like I said, we talked a lot and one of the subjects we spoke of was Sheila. As we spoke of her and yourself, I began to see that there's another side of you that I,... failed to see earlier. Maybe I should say it got lost in what I wanted to see."

Gina glanced to Daddy now and he took over.

"Kitten,..." he started, taking my hand in his. "You know, you really are a lot more like her than I realized. That's not to say that I don't love you, or that you're a bad person, or a slut like her, only that you share some,... traits with her that I didn't recognize in you. They came out so different."

I went to speak, but Gina interrupted before I could make a sound.

"Just listen, baby. You've told us what you needed to tell us, now we're doing the same. And what's killing your father to have to say is that you, like Sheila, are a conniver and a manipulator."

It's a good thing that all I had to do was listen, because I wouldn't have known what to say to that. I only goggled at her, my jaw dropping.

"I didn't see it because I was never subjected to it until recently. Your father, however, is a different story. You zeroed in on him, took advantage in every way possible and broke him down like any man in his position would have been. You knew how he felt about Sheila, how he loved her, how he idealized her. You knew he wasn't exactly experienced with women beyond her and you knew how much you really look like her, his past beauty, mostly by the way people who knew her have been reacting. ... It's why you dyed your hair blonde."

I looked at the floor, nodding once and feeling my tears begin to well up again.

"(sigh) Slutty, all that said, I have to take equal part of the responsibility for what happened between you and your father. You see, I understand now, now, what I did when I mentioned the daddy thing to you. If I'd realized then like I do tonight how you,... so easily confuse things like friendship, love and sex,..."

Daddy took over as she left off, taking my other hand and looking at me with a loving, yet apologetic expression, mixed with yet something else.

"Sweetie, neither Gina, or I will deny that we're happy with this,... this outcome with each other, I mean, but neither of us are very happy about the way you shuffled us here. It makes us feel used and foolish. I know that wasn't your intent, I know your motivations were to dig yourself out of a mess that was killing you, but it was all about getting your way, wasn't it? In the end, that's what it all boils down to. Sure, you wanted Gina and I to be happy, but you were willing to coerce the situation if necessary, and you ended up doing just that because you saw an opportunity you could exploit in order to get your way."

Gina added, "And there isn't much thought for us in all that, is there? But, as John told you, we're happy with this,... closer arrangement between us and are willing to go on with this, the three of us, like you wanted. Ironically, what you did was probably the best thing you could have done because neither one of us would want to lose you, either. You know how much I love you."

I nodded, feeling the first tear race down my cheek.

"When I first met you, I was captivated almost right away. Your innocence, your unique charm, your beauty and honesty,... I was so surprised when you actually called. ... I should have listened closer when you said you weren't a lesbian. I wanted you to be so bad, so I could have you and treat you so good for the rest of our lives. I'd never met anyone like you and I guess I was trying to convince myself of your orientation more than I was you. Again, I'm partly to blame here. Had I been honest with myself, I'd have seen how it really was with you sooner."

"As for myself," Daddy put in, "I,... I don't know. I have no explanation for allowing what happened, and has been happening between us, or for why it's going to continue."

"You did what you did because it's what Kat wanted and she did what she did to get her way. It'll continue, because it's already started and there'll be no going back at this point. Neither of you could ever look at each other the same way again and the reality of the situation is that, now that what's done is done, you're both served better by continuing, just like we decided, John. You may feel the most at fault here, but considering the personalities involved, you're the least at fault. Anyway,... I probably would have done the same thing in her position."

There was a pause as we collectively looked down for a few seconds before Gina went on in a firmer tone.

"Kat, I don't mean to pick on you, but I have to tell you,... You're a self destructive personality. You go for what you want, in your case with the best of intentions, and fail to think of the consequences of your actions. Your hormones, or your 'horny' as you call it, sometimes directs what you want, but a certain lack of,... maturity,... keeps you from acting with reason. It's sort of the negative side of the adorable, innocent, childlike aspect of your personality that drew me and your father, the same thing you can often use at will to get your way, especially with John."

She sighed and went on, letting me know that her next words weren't any easier for her than they would be for me.

"You would have ruined whatever you built with your father and you would have ruined him, too. Then, yourself. You became too good at circumventing his authority, doing end runs around your respect for him. Without his strength and wisdom in the driver's seat, the childlike aspect of your personality and the choices it would have been allowed to make would have had disastrous consequences for you both.

"Baby, I've seen people like you before, some of them dancers. Some of them take meds. If they're lucky, they have a personal situation where there are people who are aware of their problems and love them enough to keep them on track. As your father and I love you. I want you to understand that, while Sheila was a slut and you're not, that's not to say that she wasn't exactly where you are right now when she was your age. Who's to say she hasn't gone down a road very similar to the one you're on now to get where she was when she met your father? Do you understand?"

I nodded, sniffing a little, knowing that what she was saying was probably true, something I always vaguely knew about myself, the evidence being my lack of understanding in the more advanced mathematical or scientific concepts in school and my increasing social dysfunction as I supposedly grew older. Even the other students saw it.

Breaking the pause that followed her last words, Gina went on, "You haven't lost us and you won't. Again, we love you and we know you love us, however,... be warned that we're aware now and we'll be keeping an eye on you for all of our own good, not the least of which yours. Be the honest young woman we know you are, no more schemes, no more manipulation. Also,... now that I'm aware and that I've explained it to John, we've both decided that you shouldn't dance anymore."

"What? But, why?" I asked, tears still leaking from my eyes.

"Because, baby, dancing is a very bad profession for you."

"But,... but you said you knew girls like me who were dancers."

"That's how I know it's bad for you. It's just not something you should be making a part of your life, plus, you don't understand the kind of people you'll be meeting. As smart as you are, with your personality, all it would take is for one snake in the grass to start telling you what you want to hear,..."

"But, that's not fair! Da-ddy!"

"Like Gina said, this is both our decision. She's only telling you because she's best able to explain it."

"But that's no-!"

"Baby, stop whining," she gently demanded. "The decision's been made. I've already called Barry, your dancing days are over."

"What!? You called-! Oh, no!"

"Kathleen," Daddy said firmly, "stop it. You're not getting your way this time and that's that."

"But I have the right to work and get money-!"

"So, find some other job. You'll get what you need and even what you want until-"

"Daddy, I don't want your pity money, Gina's either! I want-!"

"Hey!" he snapped, standing and taking my chin in his big fingers, pointing with his other hand, adding in a lower, but very firm voice, "What did I say, Kathleen?"

"I don't get my way this time, I'm sorry, Daddy!" I whined, suddenly with the program in the way he always used to get me there.

He looked at me, kissed my pouting lips and sat again, his features remaining firm.

"And I won't be allowing you to defeat your father's decisions, either," Gina informed, regarding him with approval, then me again with a stern smile. "You won't get away with your little tricks where he's concerned anymore and I've promised him that. Now, as for the way things will be between the three of us, you need to accept that you've already had your turn setting this little scene. We'll make it work and we'll all be happy just like you wanted, you just trust and help us, like we know we can trust and help you."

Looking from Gina to Daddy and back again, I knew I was expected to speak now and there was no choice but to allow myself to be tied down by my next words.

" ... It,... seems like so much stuff is changed."

"Yes," she replied, her expression encouraging and supportive, this one thing at least like it always was. "But, it's okay. We'll have lots of fun and don't forget,... you're the one who brought us together. You brought this change, you're a big part of us and you always will be."

I nodded, saying, "I trust you, Gina, you too, Daddy. (sniffle) I'll help and I won't be sneaky with either of you anymore."

They smiled at me, believing me and that did a lot to make me feel better. 

"One more,... little thing for now, slutty. We'd like you to dye your hair. Tomorrow."

Okay, no way did I expect this. I nodded again, mostly because I would have agreed to almost anything at that point, but my renewed disappointment must have showed in my expression.

"Kitten," my father said, "twenty years ago, Sheila Burchell came through this town, infected the lives of a group of people and left one hell of a mess behind. Even yours and Gina's life have been infected by her and neither of you ever even met her. It's her hair, not yours. Let it go with her."

"I will, Daddy."

I put my arms around him suddenly and began crying in earnest, seeing all the things they'd said, knowing it was all true. At that minute, I felt embarrassed by it, ashamed that I'd ever dyed it blonde, hated the fact I couldn't magically change it right then. But, in another moment, he was hugging me back. He slid me right off the island and into his lap, kissing me, quickly nibbling my lip as Gina wrapped her arms around me, too. She kissed my face and assured me like Daddy was that everything would be alright after all.

Once we kind of made up, Gina straightened, and offered, "Coffee, anyone?"

It turned out that they both intended to call in sick the next morning and we all mellowed out over some coffee for a little while, sort of getting comfortable with each other again, I guess you could say.

We all went in to Gina's bed afterward, not having sex, but just caressing one another lazily, scratching our backs and ending up in a nice tangle of naked arms and legs before we all fell asleep.

This morning, once we dressed, had eaten and such, she took Daddy around her apartment, giving him a tour.

"So, what do you think of my tastes?" she asked him.

"You taste great."

"Not that! My décor!"

" ... Honestly?"

"Yes, of course."

"I like it, but I don't."

"Well, what do you like about it?"

"The colours and lighting. I kinda like the open concept, too, but it looks so uncomfortable, not like home is supposed to look. Kitten, what do you think?"

" ... I agree with Daddy, but I think it's just the furniture. The rest is cool."

"Slutty, I thought you liked rolling around on my couch."

He laughed, shaking his head, saying, "Slutty and smutty. You two are something else."

"It just kind of evolved," Gina explained.

"Wait till we come up with a name for you," I teased.

"I personally like 'Dad'," Gina suggested naughtily.

"(giggle)"

"Daddy, even. Sometimes." 

He shot a quirky smile at me, then back to her, saying, "You're kind of like another daughter anyway, coming over and eating my food, drinking my beer, treating me like crap and turning my other kid against me."

She gave him a big wet kiss, then me one, looking as happy as I suddenly felt. She and I went out a bit later, leaving him there to himself for a short while, so we could make a single purchase. This is how I came to find myself standing in the same aisle of the same drug store where I convinced myself to go blonde, looking at the box of my original colour in my hand with a slightly upturned lip.

"You don't have to go back to that if you don't want to, you could go darker. Please don't do red or auburn, though."

"Hm,... Yeah, I could,... But, how much darker?"

She took the box out of my hand and put it back, then started scanning the colour ranges until she picked one out. Giving it to me with a hopeful smile, she said, "Well, if you wanted,... It might be kinda fun."

It was her colour.

"Smutty,..." I said softly, smiling at her. "Really? Would it look good on me?"

"With those eyes of yours? Oh, yeah. I bet Dad will love it, too."

We paused, beholding one another in the aisle at her reference to Daddy until she stepped forward and kissed me on the lips, yes, right there in the drug store!

"Thanks so much," she said.

"It, uhh,... it doesn't bother you," I assumed more than asked. "Does it? Me and Daddy, I mean?"

"Uh uh," she said, shaking her head.

" ... How come? I mean, I cheated on you with him and I'd have thought that alone would have been bad enough, but with him? I would have thought you'd be,... well, disgusted. With us both."

"Hm. Well,... Remember that little talk we had about what we fantasize about as opposed to what we'd actually do in reality?"

"Yes."

She shrugged her shoulders, still smiling, now sheepishly and said, "That night we all wrestled,... I got turned on. But, not just for the reasons you'd expect."

" ... You mean you were,..."

"Sorry."

"Imagining us,...?" 

"It's uhhh,... (ahem) a weird little kink,... Anyway, I was pretty surprised when I found out you two actually were,... Well, what with the surrounding circumstances, your horny and the man we're talking about here, it was pretty easy to understand and accept."

"It turns you on?"

She smiled and nodded, looking down again, but I was smiling about it as well. It explained, at least in part, why she wanted to call my father 'Dad', the other part undoubtedly being the very real father figure she must see in him.

"Um,... do you still see yourself as a lesbian?" I tentatively asked.

"I don't know. I haven't decided yet." She looked up at me again and added, "You kind of helped me to throw all that up in the air."

"I'm sorry."

" ... It's okay, I'm happy. And it's not as if I'm ever going to get tired of miffy."

"(giggle)"

I walked closer to her and gave her a kiss, heedless now in the familiarity of our relationship, the happy way it was when we first met, when I could be honest.

"Smutty, I'd love to have your hair colour. Just think about how we'll look together in pink." 

When we got back home, barely in the door, Gina pushed me down to the couch and began pulling my clothes off right in front of my very surprised father. He watched her eat miffy until I came. After that, we dragged Daddy to the floor and had a little party with him.

He went home a little while ago, him having to work tomorrow and it being agreed that I'd spend the night with Gina. She'll run me home before her shift tomorrow.

I can't believe it, but everything seems to have worked out.

 

 

Apr. 28/09

When I walked in the back door, He was there in the kitchen, making supper. 

"Whoa!" he said, his complete attention on me.

"You like it." I assumed.

"Oh, yeah,... he said, putting down the spatula he'd been holding and walking over to look closer and run his fingers through my hair. "I love it. Way better than the blonde, and I'm not just saying that."

"Thanks. I'm going for a new style tomorrow, if I can use the truck."

"You don't have to ask, kitten."

" ... I suppose I'll never have my wifey car, now."

"Says who?"

"Daddy, I'd rather earn it myself."

"You do, you have been. Anyway, I've already been checking market values and looking around."

I smiled sadly and took his hand.

"You do earn it," he insisted. "Anyway, this is what men do for their wives. Can't have a gorgeous little thing like you running around in some old fuckin' truck, can we? No, you need a cool wifey car. Besides, I might want to use it sometime."

I smiled wider, more happily and took his other hand, saying, "I'm so glad we're alright."

"We'll always be alright," he replied, taking me in his arms. 

I reached up and put my arms around his neck and we kissed, standing there for a few minutes, passionately expressing ourselves with our lips and tongues.

After supper, when he'd showered and we'd both changed, we got in front of the TV, me leaning against him, his arm around my shoulder. 

"Gina's one hell of a girl, isn't she?" he commented.

"Yeah."

" ... It's hard to believe,..."

"What?" I asked.

"Well,... things have worked out so,... good for me, it almost makes me feel selfish and greedy."

"That's how she and I feel. You're one in a million."

"I'm just an average Joe."

"An average Joe? Daddy,... (giggle)"

"What?"

"Nothing."




Dad's The Man Ch. 11



"No, what?"

"Gina was a lesbian. At least she thought she was, but it amounts to the same thing 'cause you're the first man she's ever had. You're no average Joe."

"Gina has, or had, an issue, is all."

"Doesn't matter. She's met lots of men, but you made a strong impression on her right away. You really don't know a lot about women, do you?"

"Aw, c'mon, kitten."

"(giggle) It's okay."

"Hmm. ... Hey, if I get some lumber and stuff, you wanna start on finishing the basement?" he asked, modestly changing the subject.

"Me?"

"I'll help, but you'll be doing a lot in the daytime while I'm at work, plus you'll have to make sure the electrician and plumber and all those guys know what we want."

"With a raised floor and everything?" I asked doubtfully.

"Most certainly. You can handle it, kitten, plus you can always use your computer if you have questions, or ask me when I get home."

"I,... well, I suppose,... You'll have to get me started once I get the basement cleaned out, though."

"Yup, I'll help you with that, but don't clean out the whole basement, just a section. I suggest you start with the furnace area, get that walled off and separated."

"That would be good practice for the rest," I said thoughtfully. "Do you really think I'm ready for the rest of it, though? What if I screw up?"

"If you screw up, you'll fix it, just like you always do. This is no big deal, kitten and you may not have been much in math, or science class, but if you had taken shop, you'd have gotten top marks."

"Really?" 

"Yeah, you're good. And you look fuckin' spectacular. I'm not really sure how that applies, but there you have it."

I giggled and rubbed his tummy, saying, "Okay, I'll do it, you buttered me into it."

"Great. I'll grab some stuff for some subflooring before the week is out."

"I'll have the furnace area cleared and cleaned up by tomorrow, or the next day."

I knew he was only trying to help me to feel like I was earning the wifey car, but I didn't say anything. At that point, I accepted it because I knew it would make him happy.

 

 

May 01/09

Gina showed up after her shift at Jaybirds for the evening, as planned. The well drillers all enjoyed a great look as she walked up the driveway in her stylish, short nightclub dress. She stopped on the pavement, closest to where I was standing on a pile of dirt where I was watching the progress of the heavy equipment. Of course, I had my blue and gray welding jacket on over a snug, black T-shirt and a pair of my older, tighter work jeans, so they were checking me out since they'd been there.

I stepped down off the pile to join her, muddy paratroopers stepping up to expensive, dainty, high heels. Putting my hand on the small of her back, I leaned in and gave her a nice kiss on the lips.

"How was your day, smutty?"

"Good. Yours?"

"Alright. They won't be done today, they had troubles with their equipment earlier."

"I'll bet," she smirked. "It's getting pretty nice out, isn't it?"

"Yeah, Summer's finally here. You look great."

"You too, baby," she replied. "Geez, I still can't believe the Marilyn Monroe style looks so good on you with my hair colour. Dam, I could never pull that off, not in a million years! I'm jealous."

"Thanks," I said, always pleased with her compliments. 

"Coming in soon?"

I looked behind me at the drill guys, the five of them suddenly looking away, though they couldn't hear our conversation over their equipment. Looking back, I replied, "Should probably let them get to their work before they have an industrial accident. I'll be down in the basement, working until they quit for the day, so go ahead and get comfy if you like, I'll deal with them."

"Sure. When are they leaving? Five?"

"Yup."

"See ya then, slutty."

The men pretended not to be watching her as she continued on down the driveway to the rear of the house. Can't say I blame them. Hell, I was watching her, too.

I told the guy in charge to come around to the basement door if they needed anything before they left. Walking around to the back of the house, I couldn't help but smile, knowing they were watching me now, their minds probably all awhirl over that kiss and light embrace. In a sense, it was almost as good as stripping, better in some ways.

One of them stepped inside the doorway later and called that they were packing up for the night, would be back tomorrow, and were indeed leaving the well driller. He made special note of how they were going to Byron's Lounge for beer before they went home. I thanked him, closed, locked the door and went upstairs to find that Gina had already started supper. Sort of.

"Gina, you know how you say that I shouldn't dance 'cause it's not for me?"

"Yes."

"You shouldn't be doing anything beyond washing dishes in the kitchen. It's just not good, not only for you, but me and Daddy, too."

"Hey!"

"I've seen you screw up TV dinners. Admit it, you're doing good to make a decent cup of coffee for yourself."

"I don't believe I'm hearing,...! Oh, dammit, am I that bad?"

"It's just not your thing, smutty. Like haggling bargains out of people isn't mine. Besides, you're our guest, so sit down and tell me about your day, I'll take over from here."

" ... Fine. But, I'll have you know that I make some pretty good toast."

"(giggle)"

"About my day,... Well, it was the usual stuff,... couple of dancers from the night shift are on days now, you should see them. Tanya and Tisha are their names, if you can believe that."

"Are they,... together?" I asked while scraping the mess she'd started into the garbage without her noticing.

"No, they're just a team. They work together and think they're something else. Sort of the cheerleaders of the strippers, if you can imagine."

I laughed out loud at this, remembering the cheerleaders from high school and finding her analogy to be pretty funny.

"Yeah, exactly. They are in pretty good shape, though; they look good. So, what about your day? I hope you weren't flashing those poor guys out there?" 

"Nah, nothing like that," I said, smiling while I filled a pot with water. "Just a little extra wiggle, accidently dropping my gloves and having to bend over to pick them up, etcetera."

"Jeesh."

"(giggle) I actually got a lot done today in the basement, even though their technical difficulties slowed me down a little, having to go out there and get the story and so on."

"Hey,..."

"Yuh?" I asked, grabbing several small potatoes from under the sink.

"Is it allowed to kiss the cook?" Gina asked. 

"Actually, if you don't kiss the cook, you don't eat. And if you want dessert, you'd best go put something sexy on."

"Oooh."

A few hours later, sitting there watching the news, I caught Gina's eye. She was grinning and directed her gaze to Daddy, sitting there reading his paper, specifically down to his lap, then back at me.

"Daddy, are you wearing underwear?" I asked.

" ... Yup."

"Well,... take your pants off, okay?"

"Take all your clothes off," Gina said with a wide smile. "I want to see you naked again."

He lowered his paper and was looking from one to the other of us, grinning and said, "Fuck, I love you two. There's more to life than just sex, you know."

"Daddy, take off your clothes," I softly nagged with an expectant smile while getting to my knees at my end of the couch.

"It's kind of embarrassing, you know, taking my clothes off in front of two beautiful young women." 

Gina rose and made her way to his side to have a seat on the arm of the couch, saying in the process, "If you had anything to be embarrassed about, we wouldn't want you naked. Please take them off?"

"Yeah, Daddy. Cause you're not even supposed to be wearing underwear, so you have to get naked for us."

"How in hell does that work?" He laughed as I moved closer.

"It works like us taking them off for you if you don't hop to it," Gina answered.

"Ohhhhhh, That's the way it's gonna be, is it?" 

"That's right." 

"You and what army?"

She grabbed his wrists and did her best to hold him with a desperate grin, slipping from the arm of the couch and into his lap as I grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and yanked it up over his head. At first, I think he was only fooling around, but then I was hauling him over on top of me, working the T-shirt up his arms just in time as Gina lost her struggle to hold on to his wrists. We both laughed wildly at his protests concerning his now ruined newspaper as I tried to hold on to his arms, using his own shirt wrapped around his forearms to every advantage as Gina started quickly undoing the front of his jeans. 

I was losing my grip as he started to work his arms the rest of the way out of his T-shirt, sacrificing it to save his pants, probably, but it was too late. Gina had his pants undone and was already yanking them down from his hips, showing the black briefs I'd gotten him and the package they contained. I could tell he was starting to get hard as I squirmed for better positioning under him, attempting to re-deploy my hands to his chin and forehead a second before he would have freed his arms.

He quickly removed my hands and bent forward, an excited chuckle escaping him as Gina was just then working his pants down over his knees. He grabbed her by the upper arm before I could stop him and hauled her up his lap, somehow coming up with her thigh in his other hand. I tried to pry that big hand off Gina's delicate thigh as he squeezed just enough to make her scream her laughter, begging him to let her go, but it was just no good.

Before I knew it, he had her almost completely turned around and on her back, head hanging over his bare thigh, her hips on his belly. The only way she didn't fall right off his lap was because of the hold he'd gotten on the waistband of her jeans with one hand, the other busily undoing the front of them while her arms flung around wildly, searching for a way to stabilize herself. I managed to haul him back down on top of me with my arms around his chest, but it took all I had and it didn't stop him, or help Gina's situation at all as she could only laugh desperately, like I was.

He hauled her body even further up as he raised her legs and literally shook her out of her jeans, she watching helplessly and too weak from laughter to stop him. She wore a wine coloured, satiny G-string and we could see her cute little bum hole as she struggled uselessly to free herself . My own hold on his chest relaxed, as I too was out of breath and distracted by what was happening to Gina.

Once her jeans were gone, he spread her thighs as she watched, hands on the floor beneath her and unable to keep from being hauled up his body once again so Daddy's mouth could set itself on the narrow strip of satin that covered her pussy.

"Oh!"

I let go of his chest to hold one of her legs for him and pull the front of her G-string down.

"H-hey! Traitor! Ohh, my clit!"

"(giggle)"

"Uhh! Okay, I give up, Da- Ohh-!" 

We decided not to take any prisoners. Gina's underwear was soon pulled and twisted around until her pussy was completely defenseless against his swishing and driving tongue. I readjusted my position again so I could pull her even closer, spreading her legs further so my tongue could join Daddy's.

We made her orgasm like that and I remember laughing happily, even a little giddily as she did, somehow managing to hold herself up until Daddy pulled her to a more stable position where she could relax, panting in bliss with her back on his chest, her legs over the back of the couch.

Once we regained our breath, Gina her senses as well, he pushed her down and sat up, getting mostly off of me as I groaned, crawling out. As soon as I got to my feet, his hand captured me via a fistful of T-shirt, right under my arm.

"Where in hell do you think you're going?" he asked with a devious smile, pulling me down closer as I giggled wildly again, grabbing his hands and halfheartedly trying to free myself. "Now, little witch, I remember you said you gave up."

"I don't remember that," Gina said coyly, screaming a second later when his hand went down her shirt and presumably grabbed a nipple. "I said it, I said it!" she laughed helplessly, enjoying the familiar pain.

He eased the pressure of his pinchytwist, saying, "So, as the losing party, you two have to pay restitution, don't you?"

"But I was on your side!" I reminded him.

"I don't care, I have no respect for traitors, either." 

"Hey!"

"Ha, ha!" Gina taunted as she spread her legs on the back of the couch and stroked her pubic hair.

"So, witchy here, is gonna get your clothes off. Assuming she's capable."

We both looked at each other, open mouthed smiles on our faces as we sized one another up. Gina's in great shape and taller than me, but I'm a bit thicker and more solid, so I figured my chances were pretty good as she peered back, appraising me as well.

"I can do it," she said.

"No way," I assured her.

"Yes, way."

"In your dreams, smutty. Daddy, let me go. I'll show her."

His grip loosened, left my shirt altogether and I straightened up as she writhed around and got off him. She joined me on the other side of the coffee table and made a grab right away, getting hold of the neck of my T-shirt and yanking me right off my balance and towards her, the shirt tearing down the top of one shoulder and short sleeve in the process until she already had it half off. 

I couldn't get her off me, her braless boobs pressed against mine from behind her top so I couldn't get hold of her nipples. So, I grabbed her bum and pinched, producing screams as the rest of my shirt came apart and fell to my waist. She finally had to pull away and I managed to get a nipple, still pinching her bum with my other hand.

Gina decided to let me do my thing and, even while screaming over my assault, used her hands to undo my jeans, rather quickly I might add, and begin working them down while I realized pain wouldn't stop her. I made a grab for her arms, hoping to stop her that way, but my pants were already to my knees and I couldn't part my legs far enough to plant myself. We struggled against one another until she eventually gained the upper hand and crushed me against her again, deftly popping the strap of my white bikini bra with a quick touch.

She wrestled me to the carpet as I struggled against her, grunting, groaning and laughing, trying to hold the bra cups to my boobies while her other hand yanked my panties down. She got off me suddenly, taking my bra with her, dropping it and grabbing my jeans and bikini panties, yanking them to my ankles before I could stop her, laughing triumphantly as my legs were jerked up in the air and I was suddenly left on the carpet, wearing only the remnants of my T-shirt.

"I win! Winwinwinwinwinwinwin!" she rejoiced, hopping up and down, her boobies now free of the hanging velvet that had covered them.

"I don't believe it!" I exclaimed, getting up and looking at Daddy while Gina did some kind of victory dance. "I was robbed! Cheated! Unfairly defeated!"

"Wiiiii-nner, wiiiii-nner, I-am the wi-nner!"

"A sore loser and a sore winner," my father chuckled. "Nice."

"What good is victory if you can't enjoy it?" Gina countered.

"Can we have your cock now!? I asked, smiling and exasperated with them both.

"She lost, so she has to get slamfucked," Gina insisted, pointing at me, but speaking to him.

"Uh, slam-fucked?" he had to ask.

"She has to swallow all your cum!" I dictated, pointing at her in turn. "Cause she lost, too!"

"Well, she's right about that, witchy. Hope you're not still full from supper."

"Ohh,..." she said, looking at his now fully hardened cock, still in his briefs.

"And kitten,... Well, we'll see how you hold up."

I only looked at him, anticipating a good thrashing with a grin as Gina took me by the shoulders and led me to the coffee table. She put me there on my knees and bent me over so that my hands were on the carpet on the other side, bum in the air, wet miffy exposed and vulnerable to the hard fucking I was about to receive.

Looking behind me, I saw him stand, Gina pulling his underwear down for him, watching his stiff rod, pointed at the ceiling, bob and weave as he took a step closer. She took it and put it in her mouth, as much of it as possible, and bobbed on it, moaning and slurping before letting it go and pointing it at miffy, her other hand at the top of my bum.

His wet cock entered, hastily and completely filling me as I uttered a long, squealing wail.

"Mmmmm, miffy likes being stuffed full of Daddy's cock, doesn't she?" Gina teased.

"Yeah! Ohhh!"

He started thrusting in and out while Gina whispered more dirty things in my ear, telling me what a little slut I am and all that other stuff she knows I get right off on. It wasn't long before he was banging me pretty hard, gripping me by my hips so I couldn't bounce off the coffee table and land in a heap on the floor beyond.

"Uh! Uh! Uh-h! Oh! Oohh!" I expelled over and over, loving the pain as he rammed me, miffy still somewhat tight for him, even at this point. 

"Harder, Daddy," Gina advised, standing to run her hands over his chest. "Fuck your daughter good and hard, she needs it."

His thrusts became even harder, faster as she locked her lips to his, one hand at the back of his head and the other between her legs. I wasn't long having an orgasm, a fantastic one, too. I was let go after he fucked me through it to gently topple from the coffee table to the floor, chest heaving, moaning and so satisfyingly sore.

Daddy, meanwhile, was pushing Gina down to the couch on her back. Much to her surprise, he spread her legs wide and shoved his way inside her wet pussy and started soundly fucking her, too. I struggled to my knees as she stared up at him with an expression of awe and adoration, grabbing her own legs and holding them spread even further, her feet almost beside her head. He leaned over her, his hands buried in the upholstery, driving himself down and into her ever harder until she was being slamfucked, too.

"Ah! Ahh! Uhh! Fu! Ah-h!" she squawked repeatedly, her gaze still locked on Daddy's face. 

Her body, driven into the couch with each thrust, bounced back up to meet his next every time and he kept this up even through her climax, relentlessly fucking her crazy until he suddenly pulled out and dragged her closer, pulling her face to his cock. At this point, I'd made it to the couch myself and helpfully guided it into Gina's slack jaws, her lips closing around it while I stroked my father, his groans becoming increasingly louder and more urgent.

Gina recovered enough to take over and I watched as she stroked him with both hands, sucking voraciously and eagerly at the same time as though his cum were a life saving medicine. It was easy to tell when he came.

"Mmmm. Mmmm-Mmmm! ... Mmmmmmmm! (slurp) M-ghmmf- (gulp) Gmmmm, mmmmm! (gulp, slu-urp) Ommmmmb! (gulp)"

"Yeah, suck it all up, smutty," I breathed, stroking the back of her head as she continued jacking him with both her hands, eyes closed. "Swallow every drop of that stuff."

"(glulp) Mmmm!" she replied before she let it out of her mouth.

I grabbed it and put it in mine, looking for anything she may have missed and enjoying the feel of it while he was still hard.

"(gasp!) I wasn't supposed to get slamfucked," She reminded Daddy with a grateful smile.

"Uhhh,... says who, witchy girl?"

"I'll cast a spell on you," she threatened.

" ... You already have," he panted.

I giggled around his softening cock.

 

 

May 12/09

Another great day, today. Not only did I finish the framing in the basement, but I got a big surprise, too.




Dad's The Man Ch. 11



I knew something was up when Daddy was late getting home, but when he came down the basement with Gina, who I didn't know would be over today, both of them coming toward me with smiles, I knew something unusual was happening.

"Should I hang on to the hammer?" I asked.

"Nope, put it down and come with us," he said.

"And close your eyes," Gina added.

I should have guessed when they took me outside, but I was totally surprised to open my eyes to an old, faded red Trans Am. I screamed, jumped up and down, threw my arms around Daddy and kissed his face all over. It's a seventy-nine, an actual antique, and he says it has the six point six engine and that it's rust free. Sure, the paint is faded and the passenger door doesn't work 'cause there's a bash at the bottom of the door, another behind the rear wheel, but Daddy says that it's straight and solid and that the damage can be fixed. Besides, it's still got the big eagle on the hood and the coolest red and white interior.

He warned me up and down to be careful with it, smiling and waving in the driveway when I took it out for a test run with Gina in the passenger seat. Wow, is it ever powerful. Even when I just put it in gear and take my foot off the brake, you can tell how powerful it is. It feels like I could haul a house over with it and it's got these big, fat tires on the back. Needless to say, I LOVE IT!!!

When we got back, I sucked his cock and fucked him until he begged me to stop while Gina watched with a smile, sitting to the side with legs spread, fingers under her short skirt and down the front of her panties. When he couldn't handle any more, I pushed her down to the carpet and had a sixty-nine with her until we both came.

Sometimes, I just can't believe how happy I am and how good my life is.

 

 

May 27/09

The electrician, or the guy who likes to call himself one, was back today. He wasn't too pleased about it, either, but I'm not too pleased about being ripped. If I can tell shoddy workmanship just from watching the DIY channel and googling stuff, I'd think the Building Inspector will see it, too. Plus, he actually fixed it the way I wanted it, which proves he knew I was right. 

If he'd kept his mind more on his work than his stupid cell phone, maybe he'd have done better, but that's his problem, not mine. And if he thought I was dumb because I'm a girl and I look so young, the fact that he now knows better won't get him another job in our house. Sometimes, coming off like I'm sixeen years old is a pain and I wish I could just grow up somehow.

So, I'm in the basement, checking over his work, making sure he at least actually put the protective collars in the boxes this time, when I hear someone come in the house from the back door. The asshole electrician had left about five minutes before and I wondered if he'd forgotten something. 

"Hello!?" I called.

No answer, other than someone walking across the floor up there.

My heart sped up and I walked on the toes of my snakeskin ball breakers, the ones Gina got me for my birthday, bending and retrieving a crowbar, which I'd nicknamed 'The Persuader', from the floor. Moving quietly across the raised, bare plywood surface for the stairs, I guessed from the footfalls that, whoever it was, had moved down the hall. I ascended the stairs, holding the persuader ready to swing in case there was more than one.

Once in the kitchen, I heard someone moving around, sure enough, down the hall, those subtle sounds you almost sense with your feelings, not your ears. Taking a quick look out the kitchen window, I drew a deep sigh of relief, lowering the persuader and relaxing my muscles.

Gina's car was out in the driveway. Why, I couldn't guess, seeing as how she wasn't expected today, or even tonight, plus her shift at Jaybirds was only half done, by my watch. I put the persuader on the counter, walking out of the kitchen, into the hall and down to my room, shaking my head at my paranoia and smiling a little sheepishly about it.

"Smutty?" I asked, opening the door and walking in.

She wasn't there. The bathroom door was wide open and I could see she wasn't in there either, so I moved down to Daddy's room.

"Gina?" I called again, coming through the door. 

She was standing beside Daddy's bed, in the middle of trying to remove one of her dance costumes, the 'Little Red Riding Hood' one, the cape and hood already off, but nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, what's going,... on,...?" I trailed off. 

The beginnings of some pretty bad bruising spotted her bare arms and legs, her hair was a mess and she moved like she'd been hit by a truck.

I was by her side in less than a second, lightly taking her by the shoulder and trying to brush some of the tangled hair out of her face, which she kept pointed at the floor.

"Baby, what happened?" I asked in alarm as she stood there trembling.

She slowly looked up at me as I brushed more hair away from her face and what I saw truly shocked me. One of her eyes had been blackened, the white of that eyeball blood red. Another bruise defiled her opposite cheek, her lower lip was split and there were scratches on her forehead and bloodied nose. Her makeup was a ruin and I could tell she'd tried to wipe it off, the effort probably aided by the tears she'd been shedding, judging by the tearstains in the smudged mess she left behind.

"What the fffuck!?" I breathed, my shock deepening. "Gina,... what happened!?"

"Just- please help meee?" she whined, a fresh tear escaping the corner of each eye as she painfully tugged at her costume.

I did as asked, working gently while in a daze, wondering what, or who was responsible for this horrible thing. I got the short dress off her, then the bra and panties.

There were bruises everywhere. She began pulling the already made bed down, me snapping out of my renewed shock at the sight of her back, bum, tummy and chest.

"Baby,... you need to go to the hospital, okay?"

"I was. P-please just help me into bed," she asked, crying harder now.

I slowly, carefully got her on the mattress and between the sheets, handling her lightly, being careful of where to touch and asking her constantly if she was okay and if what I was doing was hurting her. She cried silently, hiding her face as I looked on, but I wanted answers and I meant to have them.

I got on the bed with her in my old, faded blue work jeans and black T-shirt, still wearing my tool belt with my arm resting lightly over her, allowing her to grab my hand and pull it around her tighter.

"Gina,..." I whispered, "What happened?"

" ... I- I got in a fight."

" ... A fight? With who?" I very much wanted to know.

"T-Tanya and Tisha. I said something I p-prob'ly shouldn't have and we argued a b-bit. Then Tanya pushed me and,... (sob) They started hitting me and the rest of the girls ch-cheered them on. I tried, but,... there were two of them and, and I- I fell down and they k-kicked me,... (sob) They just kept kicking me and kicking me! And they all laughed!"

"They what!?" I asked in a small, but shrill tone, imagining what she described, my poor helpless Gina at the mercy of two fucking bitch stains as they kicked her like she was nothing.

"I b-begged them to stop!" she sobbed openly, "I said I was sorry! Why didn't someone help me!?"

I was covering my mouth with my hand, holding my breath for some reason while tears of rage and sympathy flooded from my eyes. I trembled all over, my legs and arms feeling jumpy with pent up energy that demanded release.

"I was so scared! Humiliated! I hate them, I fucking hate them all!" she cried. "God help me, I fucking hate their guts and I hope they die!!"

She only cried after that and I just held her as her body shook with her heartbreaking, broken sobs, making soothing sounds in her ear with a tone as hard as steel, fine as the sharpest edge until she'd calmed somewhat. I slowly got off the bed, taking note of the time by the clock radio.

"Gina, baby, I'm going to get you cleaned up a little, okay?"

She nodded, sniffling and hiding her face in the blankets again.

I came back with a facecloth and a bowl of warm water, going to work with shaky hands, wiping the rest of her makeup off, gently scrubbing at the blood from her nose and split lip. She nodded and gestured to her purse when I asked her if they gave her any pain medication at the hospital. Finding it quickly, I brought it to the kitchen where I read the directions and put them up over the sink, where we keep such things, until her next prescribed dosage. From the same cupboard, I removed the bottles of Niacin and Melatonin, shaking out a few of each before getting a glass of water and going back to Daddy's room.

"Just take these now, okay? They'll help you to feel better and to sleep."

She took them as I asked and burrowed back into the blankets, turning her battered face from me once again, crying softly. 

That's what really did it to me.

Bending over her, I kissed her cheek a few times, fresh tears from my eyes landing on her face as I did. She was still crying softly and my heart broke for her, the poor thing who apparently hadn't seen enough hardship and trauma in her life at the hands of others.

"Babydoll,... I'm gonna make a real quick run to the drug store for some Icycold patches. Will you be okay until I get back?"

She only nodded.

"Okay. Hang tough, sweetie, I'll be back soon and, if I get held up, Daddy will be back soon, too. He'll help."

I stomped through the kitchen, wiping my tears, dropping my tool belt to the floor without stopping, and went out the back door, closing and locking it behind me. I got in the Trans Am and hit the street in a fishtail, the powerful engine roaring my feelings of the moment

Less than one half hour later, I parked in the lot behind Jaybirds, several packages of Icycold in a plastic bag on the back seat. Without hesitation, I got out of the car and slammed the old door with a hollow, rattling bang and headed around the building for the front entrance. 

Finding no Doorman at his post on my arrival was convenient, not that I wouldn't have gotten in anyway. I proceeded through the small, dimly lit, red lobby, vaguely assuming there'd be no real need of a doorman at this time of day, and started down an even dimmer hallway, bass music pumping from further on along with an announcer's voice.

Having been there a couple times with Gina, I knew to go straight to the end of the hall and, instead of turning right to go into the club where the stage with its chrome pole was, go through the door there at the end, instead.

Finding myself in a shorter, more brightly lit hall with stacks of empty beer boxes lining its walls, I moved forward again, beyond a walk-in freezer, janitorial closet, and straight to the dressing room, furthest door on the right.

Again, without hesitating, I walked straight in, only now pausing to take a look around in the open doorway.

There were seven or eight girls in the long room, (I didn't count because I was only interested in two) all of them laughing like hyenas, yelling, swearing and in various states of dress. They sat along the two side walls at little vanity pods that were attached to the wall, a mirror above each paraphernalia laden surface. None of them noticed me as I stood there trembling, suddenly spotting a few smears of blood on the gray painted, cement floor. 

Of course, that was the spot where they beat her up, kicking her while she was down and crying. While the rest of them laughed.

I slammed the door shut as hard as I possibly could, making every one of the skanks jump a foot and bringing all conversation to a halt. After locking it, I glared at them all, now with their complete attention.

"You got a problem, kid?" one of them asked as if my very existence was a disgusting mistake.

"Tanya and Tisha," I said simply, in a tone that was as tight as a drum head.

There were a few sniggers, probably about how my voice makes me sound like a kid, but two dancers along the left wall, sitting side by side stood, looking me over closely now. One, the furthest one and standing behind the other, was taller than Gina and was obviously doing a heavier weight training regime. The other was shorter, with about the same muscle tone and mass. They were both blonde, quite attractive and, as Gina had once mentioned, in very good shape with nice hips and boobs. I figured them both to be about Gina's age as they stood there in their matching, sequined bikinis, their eyes holding curiosity as well as humour.

The shorter one in front said, "I'm Tanya. Do I know you? Like I would? What are you anyway, a Marilyn Monroe wanna be? You know she was blonde, right?"

The others sniggered at this, as though anyone should know she was too good to know me, as well as the fact that Marilyn was blonde. That was okay, this was about Gina, not me, and I led them straight to that with my next words, delivered in a tone bursting with dangerously compressed emotion.

"You beat up my Gina!"

There was a brief pause, then someone mocked my words and voice with a childlike tone, inviting the laughter of the room again.

"Oh my god," Tisha laughed, "This is the dyke's girlfriend! Honey, your Gina's a child molester!!"

Now they were almost falling out of their seats laughing and, even in hindsight, that was really the best time to totally and completely trip out.

I rushed them, breaking into almost instant top speed, covering the twenty or so feet between us before they could even completely stop laughing. Tanya managed to awkwardly step back, half raising her arms protectively in surprise and disbelief as I closed with her and drove one of my ball breakers straight into her crotch, turning her humour and surprise to dreadful shock as I grabbed her by the hair and started beating her face with my fist as hard and as fast as I could. 

Amidst the sudden screams, some of them mine, she tried to ward me off, twisting and turning in a purely instinctual manner, tripping and falling over Tisha's feet, pushing her suddenly concerned friend down underneath her with a yelp. I went down with them, ending up straddling Tanya's hips and grabbing a curling iron that had somehow come to the floor with us. I smashed her face with it three times before it broke in half and she raised her arms, screaming louder and suddenly understanding that I'd brought things to a whole new level.

At least, if she didn't understand that then, she did when I grabbed a matching hairdryer by the crook and started franticly, maniacally beating at her face with that, howling in rage as I grabbed one of her wrists with my other hand.

Tisha made an attempt to stop me, but really couldn't from her position, abandoning the effort in order to try to get out from underneath us as fast as she could. It wasn't fast enough, though. Tanya managed to stop about half of the hair dryer blows with her free hand, though only to have her knuckles beat into her face anyway, but she was pretty much finished by the time the plastic casing came apart in my hands.

Now Tisha was grabbing for me again, even as she was just getting to her feet. I scrambled to mine and lunged at her, receiving a hard kick to my upper thigh, driving me back. She came on without hesitation, fists flying and catching me hard on the side of the head as she collided with me and we both went to the floor, rolling, punching and scratching viciously. 

If I was worried about her size, it turned out that there was no need to be. Being smaller, she had a hard time getting and keeping a hold of me as I twisted, jerked around and wrythed, gaining the advantage and not being stopped by her strength, thanks to Daddy's home fashioned exercise machine.

She managed to separate and struggle back to her feet before I could get on top of her, me getting to mine after, but in plenty of time to see her breathing hard, hanging back and trying to rest a moment. Obviously, running up twelve stories of apartment building wasn't in her exercise regime and I was mindlessly charging her before I was even standing straight, closing with flying fists, snarling like a little animal. She used her height to push me down and start swinging at my head and ribs, hockey style. I started to take quite a beating, but that wasn't going to save her, either.

Grabbing her knees, which were until that instant repeatedly flying at my dodging face, actually hitting me once, I shoved forward and heaved up with all I had, clearing her from the floor and running forward with an angry howl and her hanging on. I smashed her right into one of the wall mirrors, cracking it to a spider web, her hip landing on the vanity station below as its user screamed and quickly vacated her chair, her things flying every which way. 

I came up punching, clawing and ripping, taking a few more hard punches to the face before she gave me another solid kick to the same spot on my leg from her half reclined position on her outer thigh, driving me backward.

I was back at her before she could even sit up, or get off the station, totally uncontrollable and unstoppable, still ripping and smashing like I was when I first started. She kicked me away again and I came right back, grabbing her hair with both hands and smashing her head against the ruined mirror several times before she again managed to repel me. But now she had the look of fear in her eye. When I came back that time, she was holding her arms up defensively, trying to shrink into the wall and away from me.

I tore at her, terrorized her until she was screaming and begging me to stop. I grabbed her ankle, twisted it painfully and hauled her off the station with a jerk, landing her on the floor on her back. Before she could raise one of the hands that she'd used to break her fall, I brought the sole of my shoe down on her face with a very satisfying stomp. This pretty much finished her and she kind of slowly curled to her side in the fetal position, spitting out a few teeth.

Then I kicked the hell out of her.

When I was done, I noticed that Tanya had made it to the door on her knees. She was trying to open it, obviously not understanding that it was locked. I walked up and drove the sole of my shoe into her back, right between the shoulder blades, smashing her into the door, the knob making what must have been painful impact with her chest. I dragged her back into the room a little way by the foot as she tried to plead with me through her ruined, bleeding lips and broken nose. 

Yeah, right. The only mercy she got when kicked the shit out of her was none at all. When it was over and the two bitches were moaning pathetically, barely moving, badly broken and bloodied, I glared at the rest of them, my lungs now heaving in as much air as they could get after my mindless frenzy of kicking and stomping at them. 

As soon as I reasonably could, I asked, "Wha'? Not so fuckin' funny this time? ... Yeah! You fuckin' bitches better leave my Gina alone from here on in! If I have to come back here,... I'll beat every god damned one of you like I did them!"

This time, nobody made fun of my voice. I could tell by the shocked and horrified expressions of the small group, huddled fearfully in the corner of the room that they believed me, too. And right they should because I was, and still am, one hundred percent serious about that.

I left the dressing room, noticing my shirt had been torn half off and one side of my sport bra was visible. I tucked the shirt under the strap and kept walking down the short hall as the announcer blabbered about something from within the club, exiting to the longer, dark hallway. 

Still nobody at the front door and I walked back outside unhindered, the sunlight making me squint my eyes. It didn't seem that sunny and nice when I went in there.




Dad's The Man Ch. 12



Jun. 03/09

I'm just about done the drywall stage in the basement. It wasn't too bad, all in all, but not as easy, and surprisingly quick, as insulating the foundation walls.

Gina joined me again today. I can't say what a relief it is to have her out of bed and back in the land of the living again. I mean, sure, it's only been five days, but I was getting pretty worried about her and what those two bitches may have done to her state of mind. 

She sat around some, helped out here and there and even smiled at my jokes. Her face is starting to heal up, as is all those bruises on her body. My legs and ribs are still bothering me a bit and my nose is still a little touchy, but I'm getting better every day.

"I keep trying to imagine you there," she said out of the blue, sitting on a bucket of drywall mud with her knees together, feet apart, playing idly in the dirt with a long shard of drywall in a pair of loose jeans and one of Daddy's shirts. "I couldn't believe it when I saw what you looked like that night, when Dad turned the lights on and you told me. I mean, that you would actually go down there and stick up for me, fight for me,..."

"Well, I love you," I explained, grunting a little at the pain in my side as I fitted a piece of drywall, not really wanting to talk about it.

"But,... I just never would have imagined anyone doing anything like that for me. But, even weirder, it's almost as if you were there when they beat me up and we won. It's hard to explain, but it really helped a lot. Don't ever doubt how devoted to you I am,... superkitten."

I smiled at both her joke and her sentiment, saying, "I just wish I really was there when they started on you."

"Me too, but,... you still kept your promise."

I finished screwing the medium size panel to the wall with the gun and asked, "What promise is that?"

"You once told me, when you were relating your little fantasy about me, that if anybody ever hurt me, you'd break their head. You kept your promise and, even though I wish so much you didn't have to, that none of it ever happened, that means a whole lot."

"Smutty, I only have two people in the world and I love them so much, you can't imagine. You really can't. I don't like people messing around with that."

She smiled at me again and said, "Just like Dad. There's something I don't get, though." Gina said. 

"What's that?" I asked, running the sharp utility knife across a fresh sheet of drywall.

"Whenever we wrestle, I always win. Always. Yet, you were able to beat up Tanya and Tisha while I couldn't."

"Oh. Well,... it wasn't really like that."

"What do you mean?"

I really didn't want to get into it. As I've written, the whole thing kind of bothers me on some level, that I'd be capable of doing something like that to another person.

"Well, you know. We respect one another and you're better in that kind of contest than I am, but I don't respect them. I hate them and I didn't go there with it in my mind that it would be any kind of contest at all. I went there to make them pay and that's what I did, plain and simple."

"I guess. Still can't imagine it, though. I still can't believe you haven't been arrested for assault."

"They can't let that happen. They'd be ratting themselves out if they pressed charges and they'd come out looking a lot worse than me. That's the last kind of trouble they need right now. No, they'll keep their mouths shut and so will the others."

" ... You have this,... totally unexpected, almost incredible side to you sometimes."

I gently kneed the drywall that I'd stood up on edge, cleanly breaking it down my mark and paused to smile and wink at her, saying, "That's my superkitten persona. See, by day, I'm a mild mannered, hard working DIY queen, but if there's trouble, or if there's an orgasm to be had in a new and slutty way, I become,... her."

She chuckled at this, wincing a little as her smile pulled at her healing lower lip before, "Hey, baby?"

"Uh huh?" I asked, hoping my humour would change the subject as I lifted the piece I'd cut out to the wall in preparation of cutting out a hole for a switchbox.

" ... I'm not sure I can go back there. To work at the club, I mean. I'm just not,..."

I glanced over my shoulder at her, saw her expression and put the panel down. Taking a seat on an upturned milk crate across from her, giving her my undivided attention, she went on.

"I- I guess I have trouble thinking I can go back with any dignity after they all saw what happened to me. I always tried to be,... professional and respectable and to have them do that to me,..."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of," I told her.

"I know that. In my head, I know that, but whenever I think of going back there,... Shit, I get nervous just thinking of a trip to the mall, now."

"Really?" I asked, concerned at this. 

She nodded.

"Well, I can understand how you'd feel that way about the club, but,..." I trailed off, trying to think of the right words to help her back to the strong, independent, confident mindset that I love so much about her. "Hey, remember that DS9 episode earlier this morning when we got up?"

"Umm, yeah."

"Remember when Worf said that a siege mentality is ultimately self defeating?"

" ... Yeah," she sighed. "But,..."

"But it would be easier if you had a nice little hole to crawl into, right?"

"Pretty much."

"Hm. You know, that's how I used to feel all the time at school and stuff and, to a degree, I did kinda crawl into a hole. But it wasn't healthy. The way I've gotten over some of that in myself since I met you proves it. You'll be okay, you just have to give it some time and remember that me and Daddy are here for you. You'll be okay. As far as the club goes,... what, are you just going to do private gigs from now on?"

"I think so, yeah. But maybe you're right about just giving it some time."

"You always told me that you never run from anything."

"Maybe that was a lie, more for me than you. I mean, I've never gone back to my parent's house since they threw me out, have I? I never will, either. Dottie,... She made plans. I let her assume I'd move in with her when it was possible, but I ran away from that, and then the whole town."

"That's different, you have no place there, or with Dottie and you know it, as well as you knew it then. You don't want to be there, but I guarantee you, if you decide to go back to your day shift, nobody will be looking at you and laughing, not even to themselves."

"Hmm," she agreed thoughtfully, watching the end of her drywall spear as she drew out random designs in the dirt with its tip.

"Well, know that me and Daddy will support you, whatever you decide about your shift, but we won't let you become a recluse."

She smiled and said, "Thanks. ... Kat?"

"Yes?"

" ... Well,... There's something,... I hate to ask."

"Gina, we share my father's cock, you can ask me anything."

She smiled wider at this and chuckled softly, taking her time, but finally speaking her thoughts.

"Well, I've been wondering for a few days now if it would be alright with you and Dad if,... if I wanted to, um, move in here. For good. I want to be here with you two."

I guess I should have expected this, but I was surprised nonetheless. In a way, much like her car, I'd always thought of her apartment as a part of her, a sort of physical monument to who and what she was, the independent, fiercely proud and confident woman I'd fallen in love with. I told her as much, asking if she was sure she wanted to leave that, to make that decision at a time like this. 

She nodded, saying, "I know, but that independence,... it was just what had to be. I had nobody until you came along. I could never count on the girlfriends I had before you, I knew that. My independence and all those other things that came from it were a necessary element in my life that I had to maintain because there was nothing else, nobody else. It's different with you and Dad, I know I can trust and count on you two." 

"Gina,... Look, I'd love it if you moved in here and I know he would too, but,... I think you should just wait until you get back to yourself before you decide this."

"What if I don't get completely back to myself?"

I didn't know what to say to this. It's not as if she's the same person she was before her parents threw her out, after all. She can't be. 

"I don't know," I said after a pause. "But we'll talk to Daddy about it when he gets home and see what he says. Okay?"

She nodded, another little smile appearing.

"I think it's a great fuckin' idea," Daddy said later on at the supper table, looking surprised and pleased, this expression passing from one to the other of us as we sat, eating with him.

"But, Daddy," I cautioned, "what about the other stuff? About how she doesn't want to go out and how she maybe shouldn't be making any big decisions right now?"

He remained silent for a moment, setting his eyes on Gina as she gingerly chewed on the chicken cutlets I'd prepared.

"You say you don't want to go to work because it would be awkward for you with the other girls."

"Yes," she answered.

"That's natural, to feel that way. I wouldn't want to go back either because it would make it too hard to get over it and move on, always being where it happened, where I was made to feel,... Always being reminded. It wouldn't help me to move on.

We both nodded at his words as he continued.

"Moving on requires facing up to yourself, being resolute enough to pick yourself up and get over it, get on with your life. That doesn't mean you have to subject yourself to something you don't want to and don't have to. As for moving in here,... Well, obviously, you don't want to go home, do you?"

"No."

"Why, do you suppose?"

"Because,... I want to be here with you two."

"And we'd love to have you. Are you making this decision because of what happened?"

" ... Uhh, I'm not sure. I mean, I,..."

"You realize," Daddy said, "you didn't go home after the hospital, you came here."

"Yes, I needed you both."

"Do you still?"

"Yes."

"Will you still need us after you're all healed up and over this?

" ... Yes, yes, of course."

"Would you say you needed us before the fight?"

" ... Yes."

"So, with that stuff in mind, do you think it's a good idea that you move in with us?"

The poor thing smiled as much as she could without splitting her healing lower lip open again and nodded, affirming, "Yes, I do."

"I don't know what the hell you do over there all by yourself, anyway."

"Think about you two, now," she admitted.

"Well, why didn't you just come over?"

"I didn't want to be a pain and wear out my welcome."

"That's crazy talk," he informed her, forking some mashed potatoes into his mouth after.

I only smiled like Gina was, seeing the sense in everything he said and excited about the move now that I didn't have to worry about her mental and emotional state. He only made me feel better when he went on after swallowing, tapping his fork lightly on his plate every once in a while to emphasize.

"And, like I said, you will get over this, you're a strong girl. No, you may not be the same, but nobody ever stays the same, anyway. Events and experiences in our lives shape who we are, but it's important to remember that so do the people who love us and the support they give. What happened was a horrible thing but, ultimately, whether or not it was a negative experience for you depends on how you decide to deal with it. Remember, this shit is in the past and even the only physical evidence that it even happened, other than very bad memories, is already healing up and will be gone before you know it. 

"Don't let some event that only exists in your memory fuck up your now, don't live in the fantasy world of the past, live what's real, enjoy what's now because that's where we all are."

Wow. Of all the good things Daddy has said, this has to be one of, if not the best. We both got up and limped to the end of the table and hugged him tight.

We sat in the living room after with the TV muted, making plans. Gina will be moving in soon, shortly before the end of the month while we slowly help her pack up and bring stuff over piecemeal. We'll store her furniture downstairs until we decide what all we want to put where and get rid of anything we can't use. Since we're finishing the basement, I can't see as how we'd be getting rid of that much.

I can't wait.

 

 

Jun. 20/09

Oh my god, it's been so hot out. We still make fun of Gina for wanting an air conditioner, though. 

It was a fun day just the same. Daddy started mudding the drywall in the basement while Gina helped me get started on some doors and jambs. Sometimes we'd stop and watch him work with stupid grins on our faces. 

We're both mostly healed up, bruising and soreness all but gone, and it's nice to see Gina smiling without having to hold her finger on her bottom lip, nicer to see no scarring anywhere and even nicer that she's been coming around on going out and facing people, like Daddy said she would. Of course, our regular trips to her apartment in the truck helped to ease her back into the reality of having to leave home at some point. I'm really glad she decided to give up her shift, too.

We were talking about it after we knocked off. Gina was insisting that I sit down and relax while she did the dishes because she didn't feel she was contributing, so I finally let her dry as a compromise.

"Smutty, you're one of the bread winners, one of the bill payers, that's how you contribute," I was explaining.

"So is Dad, but he still cooks and does dishes and works on the basement."

"Well,... you can't cook," I told her.

"Granted, but I can sure as hell do dishes and clean up."

"But I'm not a bread winner, I'm the wifey and it's my job to see to-"

"Oh, come on. I mean, it's cool that you think that way, but if I were you, I wouldn't try to stick either of us in any kind of traditional role, because-"

"You're both wasting your time," Daddy commented from behind his paper.

We looked in at him and he continued as though he was reading what he was saying.

"You're debating household chores when you should be thinking ahead. You're both smart and talented with plenty of time and every chance ahead of you. Witchy, you should be taking a real estate course and kitten, you oughta be taking carpentry and a few other courses. You two would go far together like that."

Well, shit, it is a good idea. Gina and I just looked at one another, a bit dumfounded, but soon grinning. She and I talked about it for a bit before finishing the clean up and heading into the living room to join Daddy in front of the TV.

He was watching us walk across the carpet with a funny smile and said, "You two, take each other's shirts off."

I giggled as we both stopped up, looking at him with surprised, but pleased smiles. We turned to face one another, me in my old gray jeans and gray button up shirt, she in a pair of blue hip huggers and a red cammie. 

Gina raised her hands, looking into my eyes, and began with my top button. After working her way down to the waistband of my jeans, she spread my top open, exposing my low cut, black lace bra. Pulling my shirt tails out and finishing with the buttons, she then pushed the garment over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind me.

Then it was my turn. She raised her arms, still giving me her sexy grin, and I took the bottom of her cammie and slowly pulled it up, over her head and right off, leaving her in her sheer, black bra. 

We stood facing him after, sticking our chests out and proudly showing him our wares, a delicious lump forming in his pants.

"Now your jeans."

We complied, slowly pulling each other's jeans down and off to reveal our black panties, mine matching my bra in black lace, Gina's matching hers in black sheer.

"Don't you two look good enough to eat?"

"Do you want to?" Gina asked eagerly.

"(giggle!)"

"Not just yet. Why don't you two come get on the couch and play with each other for now?"

We gained the couch and happily started kissing, caressing and groping each other, really getting off knowing he enjoyed seeing this and happy that he'd just tell us to do it. We got each others' boobies out and sucked their nipples, our hands down the other's panties, legs spread for him to see everything we were doing. We gasped and moaned, writhing in our embrace and feeling totally free to do whatever we wanted, or whatever we were told.

"Lick each other's pussies," he directed.

Complying, we moved around opposite one another to remove our panties, Gina on her back and raising her legs for me while she pulled mine down to my knees where I lifted them for her, one at a time until she could remove them entirely. After adopting the sixty-nine position, we were soon humming and moaning into each other's wet pussies, raunchily grinding face to lips as we licked and sucked.

I lost myself in what I was doing, knowing my father was watching, but still surprised to see his cock gently touch my lips, not even having noticed him getting up and removing his clothes. I gratefully opened my mouth and allowed him to insert, gently fucking me like that until he drew out and I helped him inside Gina.

Now, I have to say that I just love watching him fuck her. I love seeing them together, especially when they make out, and I could sit, fingering myself all day just thinking about it. Getting to watch is something else and I also love when she calls him 'Dad', or 'Daddy'.

She groaned out a high note as he slowly drove his weapon inside her, this being the first time I noticed that she can take almost all of him. I wonder if it's because she's older, or taller, or because she's been using dildos for longer than me.

In any case, I sucked on her clit while she continued to groan and writhe under me, sucking miffy like she so well knows how to do. Before too long, I felt her body begin to twitch and heave, stretching beneath me, a sure sign of an oncoming orgasm.

"Oh, god! Ohhhhh-! ... Ooooooohh, fuuuuck! Gonna cum! Daddy, I'm gonna cum, oh, ffuck, yes! ... OH, FUCK! FUCK ME! AHHHHHH, FFFUUUUCK!!" 

She came a nice squirt, getting me in the face as I continued to lick her clitoris, holding her legs spread for him. When it was over, as I was hoping he would, he repositioned himself behind me and it wasn't long before I heard the sounds of Gina happily, sloppily sucking her own cum from his hard cock. Then, she helped him up inside me to my slowly building wail.

"Oooooooooohhh, Daddy, it hurts!"

With him fucking me, she licking and sucking my bud while I returned to hers, it wasn't long before I got close to my needed release. When Gina's wet finger suddenly breached my bum hole, it happened then and there. I went crazy, choking over my own saliva in the middle of my climax as Daddy's hips slapped my bum cheeks over and over. When I was just finishing, I heard him suddenly groan, just before his hot shots repeatedly splashed my cervix.

He continued fucking me, slowly and gently now as I felt his cum leak out of me, heard Gina greedily licking, her tongue making wet, splishy sounds in his running semen. So good! 

After hearing Gina suck Daddy clean, feeling her do the same for me while I did the same for her, we finally got sitting on the couch again, Daddy in the middle with an arm around each of us while we sat there smiling happily for the rest of the evening, naked, satiated (for the time being) and content.

 

 

Jun. 22/09

Having finally figured out a good premise, a turning point and an ending, I've started on my Literotica story today. It's about two women who get themselves into trouble in Las Vegas and have to do some jobs for a gangster to get themselves off the hook. I'm going to call it 'The Payment Plan' and, so far, I think I'm doing alright, but I know I still have a long way to go.




Dad's The Man Ch. 12



Apart from that, the three of us had a very serious conversation earlier this evening. We were all on the couch, alternately watching TV and planning the final stages of Gina's move this weekend when Gina surprised us with some unexpected, off-topic thoughts.

"I've been thinking about something," she announced in a quiet, careful voice. "But,... I hate to bring it up, 'cause I'm not sure it's any of my business and I don't want to hurt any sore spots."

She glanced at me when she said that last bit and I couldn't help getting curious, assuring her with, "Smutty, if it's our business, it's yours. What's on your mind?"

"Yeah, let's hear it, witchy girl."

"Uhh, well,..." she hesitantly began. "Dad, do you remember what you said to slutty about how Sheila made a mess of people's lives and then just left?"

"Yes."

"Uh,... well, it seems like we've cleaned up the mess she made with us and we're so happy I can't believe it. I know we're going to be okay, but there's someone,... who isn't. And hasn't been." 

" ... Yeah, there's only one person you could be talking about," he cautiously guessed, flicking his eyes first to me, then her.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I don't mean to diminish what she said about Kat in any way, and if this is none of my business, please tell me, but-"

"Witchy, nothing that goes on in this house is none of your business," he firmly said. "And as far as Peg goes,... The ball's in her court. And it has been for quite some time now."

" ... Yes," she answered, her brow furrowed, "but those were some pretty heartless things she said and, if she was drunk at the time, she may have sobered up the next morning, remembered, and has been too ashamed to even look you two in the eye, let alone apologize."

"Her problem," Daddy said.

"But,... I know what it's like to be alone. She'll be alone for Christmas this year, her birthday, yours, slutty's and every occasion where people are surrounded by their family and other people who care about them. She'll have nobody and,... Well, I don't think many people deserve that. Slutty, again, I don't mean to diminish how she hurt you, but I've been thinking about her and,... I can't help but feel guilty."

"Aw, witchy girl," Daddy sighed, hugging her a little closer as her words set into my mind, "You're a good girl for thinking like that, but you have to understand that she's to blame for her life, not anyone else, not even Sheila, really. Peg was a drinker before she met her, you know."

"But, Dad,..." she countered, "people say things they don't really mean all the time when they're drunk. She's your own sister and it's not like this is a big family, is it? Are you really okay with letting her,... you know,...? It's just so sad."

"There's nothing we can do about it," he said, shrugging.

She then looked at me, saying, "What do you think?"

I could only shake my head, shrugging like he did, still surprised at her sympathy for Peggy, even more surprised at the sympathy she was creating for her inside me.

"If she did say she was sorry and, if you knew she really meant it, would you forgive her?"

"I,... I don't know. I suppose I would."

"Would you make it a bit easier for her if you could? For her to apologize, I mean?"

"I don't like the idea of kitten asking for an apology from her," Daddy said firmly, in effect, answering for me.

"Neither do I, but,... This is gonna sound awful, but sometimes we have to be a little bigger than others, don't we? Don't we sometimes have to,...? Okay, I don't want to take this any further and make any hard feelings between us, but can we each just keep this in mind, at least?"

Daddy and I agreed that we would, after which he soberly added, "You keep in mind our little arrangement here and that her absence,... works for us. It carries the benefit of removing the only set of prying eyes that could get us into trouble."

No more was said on the topic, but I could tell they were thinking about it. So was I and I still am but, even if I were to be big enough to get over the things she said about how they should have killed me before I was born, how do I get along with a woman who sees Sheila every time she looks at me?

 

 

Jun. 30/09

Yay, the move is done! Gina is officially a part of our household and she's already bugging Daddy about renovating the house. This evening, I walked into the kitchen to find them with her hand down his pants and a big cheerful smile, (Daddy, too) asking him if we could paint the front room, get hardwood flooring and use some of her furniture. We women really are evil.

The first half of the basement is pretty much done, except for the painting which I'll be starting tomorrow, and we're all pretty happy with it. Aside from the furnace/laundry room, we now have a short hallway, a storage room, another large bedroom and a decent sized, as yet unfinished, bathroom. We've decided to use the bedroom space as an exercise room for now, until a permanent exercise room is built. I'm planning on building my own private workshop at the basement door with a nice, big, comfy, curtained off nook for sleeping. Won't that be cool? 

Well, I've been thinking about the things Gina said about Peggy and she brought it up with me today when we were picking up groceries, she tossing junk food into the cart, me tossing it back when she wasn't looking in favour of more healthy choices.

"Gina," I sighed, grabbing a sack of Basmati rice, "I just,... I know what you mean and I feel sorry for her, I really do, and I'm trying to be the bigger woman here, but it's pretty hard. It doesn't matter if she was drunk or not, what she said,... She made me cry."

"I know, baby, and like I said, I'm not trying to diminish that, but,... didn't you say some pretty mean things to her, too? That night you drove her home a while back that you told me about?"

"She was being a bitch, she deserved it."

"Maybe she felt the same way when she said what she did. You know, a lot of the times, when people say rotten things, it's purely reactionary. That's why both people usually apologize when they make up after a fight."

" ... Uh, are you telling me I need to apologize to her?"

"Do you think you owe her one?"

"After what she said? Hell, no!"

"If she apologized for that and said she only did it because of the way you treated her, would you then?"

"Gina, stop trying to muddy the waters. I was only being mean because I didn't like her attitude."

"I'm only trying to say that it takes two to make a thing go bad. Yes, she kind of started it, but look at her reasons. She's depressed and she has been for quite some time and people like that become cranky and mean. She probably hates herself," Gina speculated, tossing a bag of Oreos into the cart.

"Doesn't give her the right to pick on me."

"No, but,... doesn't it give her the right to a little understanding? Maybe a little caring?"

"Caring? Gina, we cared for her for years."

"Did anybody ever try to tackle her drinking? Did anybody ever try to make her feel better about herself and get her beyond her ex husband?"

"There was only Daddy at the time and he had his own problems."

"So, they both retreated to their corners and closed in on themselves. Anyway, wasn't your grandmother still alive then?"

"No," I said, grabbing the Oreos and tossing them on a shelf while her back was turned. "She died while Sheila was carrying me." 

"Neither Dad, or Peggy helped each other through it, did they?"

"I don't know."

"I'm betting not. You Hales don't seem to do well when it comes to dealing with hurt."

"We deal."

"No, you bottle things away and that's not dealing."

"Whatever."

"Oh, don't get mad at me, slutty, I'm just trying to make you see that there's something very wrong with the situation."

"Yeah, I know it's wrong, but,... Shit."

"Do you?" Gina asked, putting a bottle of Diet Pepsi in the cart.

"Well, yeah."

"I think that you're too close to the situation to see how wrong it is, and I don't just mean where you and Peggy are concerned, I mean the whole,... thing."

"How do you mean?" I asked curiously, removing the Pepsi to a shelf a second before she stopped, turning to look at me.

"Well,... I just get the feeling that there's something,... else."

"Like what?"

" ... I don't know. But, her reaction to you seems a bit strong and unreasonable, even given the circumstances. I just get the feeling that there's something we don't know."

"Like what?" I repeated.

"Like I said, I don't know. It just doesn't seem right, somehow. Your aunt isn't a stupid woman, I can tell, and she's not the type to confuse one of her few family members, her niece, whom she's known since you were a baby, with a woman from her past that she despises. And I don't care how much like her you are, she's,... Something just doesn't add up."

I shrugged my shoulders, wondering if there was anything to her suspicions and, if so, what it could be. Possibly the 'accidental' groping session with Daddy all those years ago? I told her about it and the subject, more or less, petered out after that, Gina probably silently speculating as I was.

 

 

Jul 10/09

Not much happened today, other than Gina's first gig since the big fight. She was a bit nervous, but it wasn't too bad because she wasn't going to the club. Also, she wasn't working with anyone from her shift, which she'd stipulated with Barry over the phone a week ago when she told him she wouldn't be doing her shift any longer. 

She actually ended up working with Doreen, a girl she knew from a different shift and liked well enough, which made me happy because I knew she was nervous about how the other dancers she'd be working with, even on private gigs, would look at her and stuff. Her other worry was dancing itself. She confided that she didn't know if she'd feel comfortable with it now. I offered to drive her to the gig, wait and then take her home again, but she refused, thanking me anyway and saying that she'd be okay.

"So, how was it?" I asked her as she settled on the couch between me and Daddy that evening after she'd returned.

"It was hard. ... I don't think,... If things don't change, I don't think I'll be dancing for much longer. I don't know, maybe I'm being premature."

"We'll support any decision you make," he said, putting his leg, bent at the knee, up on the couch so he could turn a bit to face her, "but it probably wouldn't surprise you if I said I'd be happy if you did quit dancing."

"No," she said with a slight smile, taking his hand and feeling the knuckles of his big fingers, like she often does when she's thoughtful during conversation with him. "But there's not much else I can do, especially without a high school diploma. "I'd have to take upgrading to get that, probably before I can even take a real estate course, which is something I really am interested in, and I need to be employed in the meantime, somehow."

"Okay," he said, taking her hand in his now, making it all but disappear, "first of all, I don't see why you'd need your high school diploma for a real estate course. I've met people who could sell ice to an Eskimo with just enough education to sign their names. I'll tell you something else, too: Employers only ask to see high school diplomas from people about kitten's age so they can tell if they're still in school, or whatever. At your age and with the way you handle yourself, most of them will assume you graduated and never even ask."

"Yeah, but what about my resume?"

"Make something up. You're not even from this town, just pick a high school from Nova Scotia, or somewhere and put in the right dates. It's not as if they're gonna bother to check. Employers didn't have time for that back in my day, they sure as hell don't now."

"Well,... that makes sense."

"It's what everybody who dropped out of school did back in the day. Most of the older generation, I think, figured high school dropouts and illiterate people were so rare as to not be worth making sure they weren't hiring one. Besides, most people with common sense will know a good potential employee when they see one during an interview, they're not gonna give a shit either way."

She nodded.

"And don't worry about not working, anyway. I may not make as much as you, but I can easily support the three of us without a problem and still get things done around here."

"Well,... that makes me feel better, but,... can we just wait a bit and see?"

"Yeah,... I don't want to pressure you. Well, I do, but I'll try not to."

"Thanks, Dad. I think."

"Gimmie a kiss, witchy."

She did, both of them leaning over to do it, their lingering, affectionate smiles exchanged before she looked at me, saying, "You've made quite an impression at Jaybirds. According to Doreen, they refer to you as 'psycho girl' and, apparently, they don't even mention my name on the day shift for fear of it bringing you down on them."

"Oh?" I said, smiling but a little disturbed about that.

"Yeah, Tanya and Tisha were actually almost due to go on when you got there and, just after you left, they were introduced and,... well nobody came out. Buzz, the DJ, didn't know what the hell and neither did anybody else until the girls in the dressing room got the nerve to go for help. That's when all the running and confusion started, the girls crying and traumatized and all that. Quite the commotion, I guess."

"Chip off the old block," Daddy said, grinning at me. "I wouldn't have thought you'd ever top that stunt with the half dried paint down Barb's toilet, though."

I shrugged modestly, but said, "Actually, that whole thing,... for me,... Well, I don't regret doing it for one second, but it kinda bothers me in a way."

"How's that?" he asked, cocking his head as he looked at me.

"Well,... It's just a little disturbing when I remember. Those girls from the dressing room that you say were traumatized,... That doesn't surprise me and I don't blame them for calling me 'psycho girl', either."

"You were upset," my father counseled, "And you know, kitten, fighting aint pretty." 

"Mmmm," I offered noncommittally, fidgeting my nails as I do when I'm upset.

" ... C'mere, Kitten."

I got up and went down the couch to him and he pulled me up on his lap, Gina arranging my legs over hers as she looked on with some concern.

His hand rubbing my back, he asked, "What's on your mind?"

" ... Well, just what I said. I mean, I have to wonder that I'd be capable of what I did. It's just not me. And,... I forget about it for a while until I remember again sometimes,... It's such a shock and it's like I have these first hand memories that,... I almost have to remind myself that it was me who did it, but those memories,..."

"Aw, kitten,..." he said tenderly, kissing my neck. "Like I said, fighting isn't pretty, but they deserved what you gave them and you did exactly what I would have done in your place. And, sweetie, you should know that,... temporarily uncharacteristic behaviour is kinda expected and natural when you're fighting two people at once."

"Daddy,..." I said, shaking my head, still looking down in my lap, "you don't understand,... I smashed Tanya's face in with a hair dryer. I just kept smashing her with it, over and over and I wasn't even thinking anything,... I stomped right on Tisha's face, and,... It was really bad. I'm lucky I didn't kill them, and when I suddenly remember some of the things I did to them, I just can't believe,... it was me."

"Okay," he sighed, rubbing my back, "I know how you feel. Again, fighting isn't pretty, but you were there to do a job. You said you don't regret it and you oughta know they would have kicked the shit out of you like they did Gina, if you'd let them."

I nodded, remembering again the look of abject fear on Tanya's face as I beat her mercilessly with the hairdryer, quite possibly her own. 

"Kitten,... Back some years ago- you were about six months old at the time and this was before I worked at the plant –I was digging ditches and all that other shit labour around Elmbrook Drive for a construction company I just got hired on at. Well, there was this big guy that worked there. His name was Dave Enslinger, but everyone called him 'pizza face', cause of his acne. Well, we took a dislike to each other right away. You know, just one of those things, right?"

I nodded again, listening.

"So, like I say, this is about six months after you were born, six months after Sheila left and, you might say, I wasn't a very happy fuckin' camper in those days. This guy, as I soon found out, was a bouncer on the weekends, had quite a reputation as a brawler, one of those that like to punch people out and shit, a pummeler, you know? One day, he's picking and picking at me and we get into an argument. I warned him to watch out his mommy didn't crawl out from under his porch and bite him when he got home. He wasn't impressed and, the next thing I knew, I was fighting for my life, or so it seemed at the time. I mean, this guy, like I say, he was a brick shithouse, he wasn't pulling any punches and I was losing. I nailed him right in the forehead, and sweetie, I hit him fuckin' hard, with everything I had, and down he went. Straight down.

"Now he's laid out in the bottom of the trench we were working in, face down in two or three inches of muddy water and he isn't moving. I sort of snapped out of it and dragged him out of the water before he drowned and he still wasn't coming around. So, pretty soon, I'm yelling at the guy in the backhoe, who saw the whole thing because he was sitting there waiting for us to clear around a drainage pipe, telling him to call 911.

"Ten minutes later, the ambulance shows up, and he's still out cold. They cart him away and, the next thing I know, I'm talking to the cops. I give them my side of the story, they leave and I get sent home for the day. Later that evening, I get a call from the cop that interviewed me and she's telling me that pizza face is in critical condition and that, if he dies, they'd be pressing manslaughter charges."

"Oh, my god." I said, looking at him now and quite fascinated by this story, as was Gina.

"Yeah, that's more or less what I thought. Luckily for me, the poor asshole didn't die and the backhoe operator told them that he threw the first punch, so I got off. My point is that shit like this happens sometimes and, once again, fighting isn't pretty. But,... if I hadn't done what I did, it might have been me at the bottom of that trench. He was taking quite a chunk out of me and god only knows what would have happened if I went down to this guy. I don't regret what I did, just that it had to come to that and I really don't let it bother me. In fact, this is the first time I've thought about it since I can remember."

"Were you scared?"

"Oh, yeah. That was the hardest fight of my life to this day and, by rights, he should have won, like those two bitches should have but, like me, you did what you had to do and, at the end of the day, we're doing good if we can at least say that for ourselves. Anyway, people who start fights can't complain about the outcome, no matter what it is."

"Yeah, but,... I started my fight," I said.

"No, they started your fight when they fucked around with our Gina. You finished it, and by their rules, too. Let me ask; do you think I should have pulled that punch?"

"Well, no. He might have killed you, or messed you up for life and you're my Daddy."

"Exactly. And if it took a hairdryer for you to win, than it took a hair dryer, cause you're my kitten and better those bitches that started it, than you. You did good."

I smiled a little, feeling better now that he'd explained it to me and I gave him a hug. 




Dad's The Man Ch. 12



"You're not a bad person, kitten," he told me. If you were, we wouldn't have had this conversation."

"Dad's right," Gina said. "Absolutely and one hundred percent right. It's like Tom Cochrane says, a mad, mad world."

"There, see? Even witchy agrees, so you're outvoted and hereby forbidden to feel bad, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," I said, my smile wider and feeling a lot better now. 

"So, whatever happened to him?" Gina asked.

"Pizza face? Yeah, that's the weird part," Daddy replied. "Last I knew, he was hanging around the Elmbrook Mall parking lot, staggering around, drooling and trying to talk to women. Frontal lobe damage, the cops told me, but what's weird about it is how he hangs around the area where it happened."

"Uhhh,... Gina began as my eyes widened and I looked at her. "Does this guy wear a reflective vest, hardhat? Really strange, bright blue, crusty eyes?"

"I don't know, I don't go to malls very often, and I never go to Elmbrook, but yeah, he did have bright blue eyes."

"We've seen him lots of times," I said, surprised at this unlikely connection. "We just ignore him when he tries to talk. Sometimes he falls and stuff."

"Oh my god, you did that?" Gina asked, as surprised and mildly shocked as I was before her expression suddenly changed and she added, "Oh, sorry, Dad, I shouldn't have said that, it's just,... a surprise."

"S'okay, he shrugged. "Obviously, it's not something I'm proud of and I sure as hell didn't mean for it to turn out the way it did but, like I say, better him than me."

"I'll say," I confirmed.

He really did make me feel better about myself, too. I should have told him about how I was feeling right away, should have known that he, of all people, would understand and be able to help. 

One thing about it that does persist and that I never mentioned to either of them, however, is how I often wonder what Sheila would have done in my place that day.

 

Jul. 11/09

It was a usual day. I finished up the painting in the basement and, tomorrow, me and Gina are going to get started on the trim for the doors and windows. She's gotten really good with the chopper saw because she knows a lot more about geometry and angles and stuff than I do, so she knows what I need right away and gets a perfect angle almost every time.

Gina and I put on a couple of short skirts tonight with garters, turned our backs to my laptop and took a picture while our hands were on each other's bare bums, looking back at the laptop with horny smiles. I'm going to put it in Daddy's lunchbox tomorrow morning.

Speaking about Gina and bums, I've been thinking about how she put her finger a little way inside mine a few weeks ago. I wonder if she'd think I was some kind of freak if I asked her to do it again? I don't think she would. 

 

 

Jul. 18/09

Daddy got me an MP3 player for the Trans Am with an amp and four speakers. I was so happy/horny, I wore my favourite, skimpy little pink panties with the pretty purple, blue and white hearts all over them with the matching (of course) bra while I was helping Daddy install the deck in the Garage. I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot, constantly pulling my short skirt up, so I could see them.

"Daddy, look at my panties," I said with my back to him, skirt pulled right up. "Aren't they nice?"

"Almost as nice as what's in them," he answered.

"(giggle) Look at my bra, too," I said, turning and pulling my shirt up to my neck so, he could see.

"Kitten,... you're being a distraction. I love it, don't get me wrong, but I'd like to get this done sometime tonight."

"Sorry."

"It's alright," he chuckled.

"Umm,... can you fuck me tonight? I'm really horny and I need your cock."

"How would you like it?"

"Slow and nice so we can kiss while we do it, then good and hard so I can feel like a dirty little whore."

"You got it."

"Um, can you cum all over my face, too? And in my hair and stuff the way I like?"

"Anything my little slut wants." 

"(giggle!) Aw, Daddy, I love you so much."

"I love you too, sweetie. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I'd still feel that way even if we weren't sharing a bed. You know that, right?"

"Yup, I feel the same way. Do you love Gina, too?"

He paused in his work, looked at me with an almost vulnerable smile and said, "Yes. Yes, I do. I hope that doesn't make you jealous, but you had to know that this would happen. Right?"

"Uh huh and no, it doesn't make me jealous. You're supposed to love her and it makes me happy. Have you told her?"

"No."

"How come?"

" ... I dunno. Sometimes that's hard to say, I guess. At least the first time."

"Well, she loves you."

"She tell you that?"

"No, but I can tell by the way she looks at you. You should tell her."

" ... I will."

"Soon?"

"Geez, kitten," he complained.

"What?"

"Well, I said it's a hard thing to say the first time."

"Yeah, but I think she really wants to hear it. She needs it, especially from you on account of how her dickhead father treated her."

His lips compressed, remembering what I told him of the events leading to her early ejection from her home and Dottie's subsequent discovery of her as Gina related the story to me. 

" ... Yeah, I'll tell her soon."

"Thanks, Daddy," I said with a bright smile. "I'm so happy,..."

"Good."

"Are you?"

"You can't imagine," he assured me. "I mean, I still feel guilty about you at times, but you've done so much for me. I can't ever remember being so happy."

"Not even when,...?"

"When Sheila was around?" he assumed. "No. I mean I was happy then, but not like now and, obviously, that didn't last. There was always this sense of,... I don't know. It was a lot like walking down train tracks while wearing a walkman and listening to my favourite tune of all time, you know?"

"Not really."

" ... It's kinda hard to explain, but deep down, I knew I was being stupid. Deep down, I knew I couldn't trust her and that there was something big coming down the line and that, if I didn't turn the walkman down, I was going to get hit."

"Why didn't you?"

"That's a pretty hard thing to do when you're enjoying the music. Know what I mean now?"

" ... Yeah, I think so. Daddy, I'm sorry she hurt you."

"Not your fault, kitten."

"Well, somebody should apologize and, since I am technically her daughter, that means me."

He stopped what he was doing and looked at me with a sad smile before reaching out and pulling me into my car with him, sitting me on his lap and putting his hand on my thigh, his other rubbing my back and making my eyes all sleepy-horny.

"You owe me no apologies, not on your own behalf and sure as hell not on hers. Never think for one second that you do. Anyway, it was a long time ago and I'm over it. Remember what I told you and witchy about the past?"

"Yes."

"Well,... I only figured that out since we've been together."

" ... I love you so much, Daddy."

"I love you too, kitten."

We kissed then, that kiss turning to a pretty heavy make out session, his hand disappearing down the front of my panties before he shook himself away.

"Okay, later!" he sighed, "Geez, you really do it to me."

"Your cock is all hard."

"Now, that's your fault."

"(Giggle)" 

"Go on in the house, you're really distracting the hell out of me, now. I'll finish this up and be in later, but I'll get the speakers installed tomorrow."

When he finished up and came in, Gina and I were looking at paint colour swatches and holding the multi coloured cards up, looking around the living room and trying to picture some of the samples painted all over the walls.

"Actually," she was saying, holding the cards spread out in her hands as if she were playing poker, "I kinda like what's here now, it's just an old job and a bit too dark and drear- Ahhhhhhh!! Daaaad!"

He'd come up behind her and pinched the very bottom of her bum, almost between her legs. She jumped in alarm and the cards went flying everywhere, but before she could say anything else, she was spun around and lifted right off the floor. Her legs bent at the knees as, to her great surprise, she found herself sitting in his hands, her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck in order to hold on as his lips pressed to hers in an incredibly passionate kiss that she fell totally into. 

"I love you, witchy," he said, adding, "and when I say that, I mean it in every sense, same as I mean it with kitten."

She could only stare for a moment, obviously not expecting this, her brain visibly scrambling for something to at least think, if not say.

" ... Ohh,... Daddy, yes, I- I love you, too. I love you so much, baby."

She hugged him tight as he swiveled back and forth at the hips, rocking her gently, comfortingly as I watched, pleased as punch. She looked at me from over his shoulder with the happiest expression I think I've ever seen on her face. 

Later, Gina sat back as Daddy made good on his earlier sexual promises to me, masturbating as she watched him fuck me so nice at first, then bang me senseless. Finally, she came herself watching me suck on his cock until he came in my face and hair, his big hand holding me right there by the hair at the back of my head. 

I wonder if that'll ever get old for me?

 

 

Jul. 21/09

Yet another fun filled, happy day in my fun filled, happy life. 

I've started another story for Literotica, this one only one chapter in length, (the kind I like to call a 'quick n dirty') about a woman who gets used in a back parking lot. 

Writing smut is hard because the sex scenes are so distracting and repetitive. It's where my creative process gets bogged down, where I make most of my typos and when I'm always having to remind myself that typing one handed is quite counterproductive. It seems I'm learning despite that fact, though.

Me and Gina were down the basement earlier this evening in our new, albeit temporary, workout room. We were hanging out with Daddy in the garage, watching him work on the truck until he sent us away because our bodies were distracting him. It was the stretchy, low riding little shorts we were wearing that let our bum cheeks hang out a little and our tight, short tank tops with no bras underneath.

"Gina,..."

"Yeah?"

We were doing our stretching routine together and, as always, it was making me horny. Exercise always does and, after I googled it, I found out that it's normal.

"Which do you like better? When Daddy cums all over your face, or in your mouth, so you can swallow?"

"Heh. Ummmmm,... I think in my mouth. It's so smutty and dirty. Plus, I like the feel of it, all that sticky, gooey mess sliding down my throat."

"Mmmmmm. (giggle)" 

"Which do you like?"

"It's hard to decide, but I think I like it on my face. I love the taste, but I usually always get some in my mouth anyway, and I love seeing myself in the mirror like that."

"I know. You should transfer all those pictures to a data stick, it's buggering up your computer. You know what I think would be fun?"

"What?"

"If he came in our bras. In the cups, I mean."

" ... Yeaaaaah. How did I not think of that?"

"I'm a little surprised, myself. You're going to pull a muscle, come back a bit,... that's better."

"Smutty?"

"Hmm?"

" ... Well, I've been kinda wondering about something."

"What's that?"

"Um, well, a little while ago you did something to me that felt really good."

"What, something different, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"What was that?"

"Well,... this is a bit embarrassing."

"No need to be embarrassed, this is me, remember?"

"Yeah, I know,... Well, you put your finger,... in my bum."

" ... Ohhhh," she said, suddenly recalling with a smile. "Yeah, I remember that. So, you liked it, huh?"

"Yeah. And I was kinda wondering,..."

"If I'd do it again?" she finished, her knowing, horny smile pinning me to the wall as it often did.

"(giggle)"

"Hm?"

"Yeah."

"Ask me."

" ... Like, now?"

"If you want it now, sure."

I felt the flush I'd been fighting come over me as I looked away, embarrassed, but asking anyway, "Would you?"

"You have to look at me and ask for exactly what you want, hornytoad."

"But,... (sigh) Will- will you put your finger in my bum?"

"Say please."

"Smutty!"

"Pretty please," she said, smiling wider as she teased me.

" ... Gina, will you please put your finger in my bum? Pretty please with cherries and Daddy's yummy cum all over the top?"

" ... Wow. When you ask so politely like that, how can I refuse?"

"(giggle!)"

"Come here, you little tramp."

I stood in front of her and we kissed, then licked each other's tongues for a moment while I pulled the front of her tank top down, allowing her scrumptious boobies with their already erect nipples to fall out.

I felt her hands rest on my hips, slowly making their way down into the waistband of my shorts and continuing with them caught in her fingers until I felt the cool air of the room on pantyless miffy. When they plopped to the floor, I was guided down to join them on my knees, she getting down after me, smiling and rubbing my bum softly.

"Down on your forearms, cheek on the floor, knees spread just a little," she purred.

I did as told, my arms and legs trembling just a little from anticipation. For me, the only thing more exciting than a new sexual act is nothing and I could feel that familiar, slight tummy cramp of lustful excitement. If only Daddy was the one to take my virginity and not that loser at the Library. It's my biggest regret in life to date.

"Now, just relax while I play with miffy and get- Oh, slutty, you're already so wet. Mmmm, my horny girl."

"Oh. Oh, Gina,..." I crooned as her fingers began stroking my slick lips, soon playing at my clitoris before poking around seductively at my opening. 

I gasped with a shudder as two of her fingers slowly penetrated me, her thumb at my clitty as she kissed and nibbled at my bum cheeks. She fingerfucked me for a short time, bringing out my fluids, caressing my bum hole softly and slowly with the viscous stuff until she stayed there, rubbing a bit harder and in circles, making me twitch and writhe. She began pressing at it a little, off and on, circling and pressing until one of her fingers slipped just inside.

"Uufff-! Ohh-h!" I groaned, wincing.

"Relaaaxxx," she breathed. 

I did, although it was hard. I was a lot more relaxed the last time she did it and the somewhat uncomfortable feeling I experienced today wasn't present then. Of course, then I was kind of in the heat of the moment, as they say.

"That's better. Now, just stay like that and,... I'll make you feel so nice,..."

The deeper she got, the more it hurt and the more uncomfortable it became, but relaxing made it a lot better. Soon, I could feel her knuckles against me and she began slowly fucking me like that. The uncomfortable feeling faded as my bum adjusted to this invasion and I was able to mentally get off on the fact that I was being sodomized like a little street whore.

"Ohh! Ohh, smutty, I really like this!"

"Mmm hmmm."

She began using a different finger, a bigger one and that felt just great. She pushed it in and pulled it out so slowly, two fingers of her other hand suddenly finding their way up inside miffy as I began to wail.

"Ahhhh!? Ooooh, I'm such a little slut!" 

I couldn't believe the orgasm I had. It's not like it was the best, or anything, but it just felt different. Gina pulled me up to a sitting position on the floor in front of her after I was done, putting her arms around me from behind, rocking gently and kissing my neck as I hummed contentedly in the afterglow of my orgasmic gyrations.

"That was,... Oh, wow, smutty."

"Mmm, I know."

"Have you ever,...?"

"Yes."

"Did another woman do it to you?"

"No. I use my fingers, or a dildo. I didn't want to ask the others because,... well, I didn't think they would have been into it. You're the first one I've been with who I could really be,... Heh, who I could really be my true, smutty self with. And it's so much more fun with you than it would have been with them because you're so precious and innocent."

" ... Not anymore."

"Yes, you are. Innocent, I take it you mean?"

"Yes. How can I be innocent at this point?"

"Most people wouldn't be, but you're different."

" ... Oh. Um, a dildo?"

"Uh huh."

"Wow. A vibrating dildo?

"Yep."

"That must be,..."

"It sure is."

"(giggle)"

"I don't do it very often. It's not good to do it too often."

"Why?"

"Do you know what a colostomy bag is?"

" ... No."

"Well, It's not uncommon for older homosexual men to end up with one because they've had their butts reamed so many times that their sphincters are all stretched out, so they no longer close. What happens then is a real shitty mess."

"Ew."

"You said it. So, they have to go get a colostomy bag, which as I understand it, is this plastic bag with a hole, something like those refill bladders that save production of plastic bottle containers, you know?"

"Yeah,..."

"Okay, so what they do, is- I mean the doctors –they cut and redirect the intestine, or bowel, or whatever to a hole they make in the person's side where it connects to the bag."

"Ew!" I repeated.

"And when the bag gets all full of,... shit, they disconnect it and toss it in the garbage, then put another one on. Unfortunately, the seals on these colostomy bags don't always seal perfectly and, hence, another shitty mess."

"Ew, ew, ew!"

"That's why you don't want to do it too often. And don't get into crazy insertions, either. Some people will use anything from a fluorescent light bulb to a person's fist. The less said about rodentia, the better. That stuff is stupid and dangerous and best left to stupid people. Remember, God put stupid people on Earth for a reason: So the rest of us could learn from their stupid mistakes."

"How do you know all that stuff, anyway?"

"Remember when I told you that some guys who pay for a private dance will sometimes just pay a girl to sit and chat with them?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, there's this regular I used to get at the club who used to just want to chat sometimes. He's single, lonely and works at an adult residential care home for the mentally ill and he sees a lot of this kind of thing."

"That's what you talk about?"

"Not just that, but it's a pretty stressful and thankless job and, not having a woman, he likes to talk about his work week, have someone to gripe to and laugh with. Some of the stories he told me are actually hilarious."

"Hm," I offered, a little sad that I'd missed out on that aspect of dancing. "You know, I'm still a little put out about not being allowed to dance anymore."

"I know, but it's what Dad and I want. It's to protect you, like what you did to Tanya and Tisha to protect me."

"Yeah,..." I said a little gloomily.

"Besides, you really like working down here. You're getting things done and saving us a lot of money, that's as good as contributing a paycheck."

"I'll be starting the other half of the basement, soon. After that, what'll I do?"

"I'd take an online writing course, if I were you."

" ... Really?"

"Really. You've got talent and the time to develop it, why wouldn't you?"

"What about carpentry? The team were gonna be?"

"Do both."

We talked about it some more, giving up any pretense of finishing our workout as we sat, half clothed, on the floor, chatting and stroking each other's hair, caressing arms and legs, every once in a while an erect nipple. As we spoke, I marveled at how fulfilling it was to love and be loved by two different people, to experience the variety of intellect and emotion that flowed from each of them.




Dad's The Man Ch. 13



Jul. 24/09

I was telling Gina about my efforts to find Sheila online this morning after Daddy went to work. I also told her about wanting to leave some kind of safe message, possibly some sort of bait, something to flush her out.

Both of us sat at the kitchen table with our second cup of coffee, Gina listening closely. She didn't say much beyond some sounds of understanding accompanied with an occasional nod until I finished.

"You want to speak to her?"

"Preferably, I suppose. As long as I'm comfortable with the arrangement."

"Okay, I have to ask: Why?"

"Well, I,... because it's Sheila. I wanna know."

"Slutty, what do you want to know? What do you think she can tell you that will help you?"

" ... I don't know. Maybe I'm just curious."

"Did you tell Dad about this?"

"No."

"I can understand your curiosity, but before you do anything, you really need to talk to Dad first."

"Yeah, but he understands my curiosity, too. He said so."

"This is different. Studying the label on a can of worms is one thing, opening the can is quite another. You'd be involving her in your life and that may very well end up affecting all of us."

"I know, I thought of that, but,..." I trailed off.

"But you're curious. Baby, if I were you, I'd curb my curiosity. Think of the mess she made the first time around. Think of how Dad felt about her. Think about our,... lifestyle here."

"You don't think I should do it."

"No, I don't. I think it's a very bad idea to contact her in any way and, while I can't tell you not to, I'm asking that you don't."

"Well,..."

"Talk to Dad about it, at least."

" ... I will. If I decide I want to, if I can think of a way to do it without making us vulnerable."

"Kat, please don't get mad at me when I say this, but I really wish you'd just forget all about her. Again, I understand why you don't, she being your biological mother, but it's never done you any good, thinking about her and,... now this. I really think we have enough to deal with where Peggy is concerned, don't you?"

" ... Yeah," I admitted with a sigh.

"Promise you won't try to contact her without talking to us first?"

"Yeah, I promise."

She displayed a careful smile, then got up and came around the table to give me a hug, then a kiss.

"Thank you, Slutty. I trust you to keep that promise, too. I wouldn't have asked for it, otherwise."

I nodded, feeling a little better about my efforts being curtailed now that I'd had the hug and kiss.

"What are you doing today?" she asked, arranging my Marilyn Monroe locks.

"I'm gonna go rent a buzz saw for the weekend."

"Oh. ... A buzz saw?"

"Yup, I'm gonna cut the basement door a little wider, so I need one of those buzz saw thingies to cut the cement foundation."

" ... Does Dad know about this?"

"He did tell me I could do anything I wanted."

"He probably meant within reason, though."

"This is perfectly reasonable. It's going to be the outside door to my secret laboratory."

"What secret laboratory?"

"The one I'm going to build."

" ... Oh. You'll be like our little mad scientist down there, won't you?" she asked, gently twigging my ear and smiling lovingly.

"(giggle)"

"So, what kind of things will you be up to in this, 'secret laboratory' of yours?" she asked, air quoting with her fingers before returning them to my hair.

"Stuff." I said with a beaming smile for her.

"What kind of stuff?"

"Superkitten stuff. It'll be kinda like the Bat Cave, but not. It'll be the Kat Cave. (giggle)"

She got a laugh out of this and then asked, "Well, are you going to have a work bench and things like that in there?"

"Yup, and a little compressor and a tool wall with pegboard and all that, but it won't be just that, it won't be exactly what you think. I'm moving my PC in there and there'll be a nice bunk with a soft mattress and heavy blankets, poofy pillows,..."

"That sounds nice. So it won't all be super weapons and reanimating dead cats as your personal army of feline zombies?"

"Nope. Well, maybe a super weapon, now that you mention it."

"You nut." 

"I'm even putting room aside for you and your cauldron. (giggle)"

"What, I'm your sidekick?"

"Hmmmmm,... more like a loose, evile alliance."

"Well, superkitten,..." she began, leaning down and giving me another kiss, "however you want to see it, you're definitely my hero."

She was in a great mood the rest of the day, even going out with me to rent the saw and get some other supplies, standing and listening to me talk to sales clerks. She had me stop at the liquor store and wait while she went in for beer and wine, saying that the three of us should have a bit of a party tonight before directing me to Blockbuster.

Back at home, I successfully removed the basement door and its frame from the concrete and cut it out with the saw without much of a problem, other than the time involved and holding up that heavy saw for so long. The heavy planks I bought were delivered and I got the frame installed, properly nailed into the concrete with a good, strong header in time to nail some plywood over the gaping doorway and run upstairs to get supper started.

Gina had the house cleaned and tidied, running around doing final touches in her little cut off denims and T-shirt, braless boobies bouncing up and down enticingly as her eyes sparkled and flashed with anticipation.

She was in such a good mood that, when she went to change, she actually allowed me to convince her to wear a rather short, bright yellow bustier with garter straps at the bottom to hold up her black stockings, and yellow bikini panties. Over this, she wore a long, black, short sleeve top with a deeply plunging cowl neckline and an elastic hem that barely covered her bum as a dress. The top of her stockings and her yellow garter straps were left exposed and, along with her black pumps and the most impressive job she did with her hair and makeup, she looked simply delicious.

I wore a recent success story from my Singer, a medium blue, under-bust vest, formerly the top of an old school dress with the skirt part removed and shortened, so that it sat on my hips and rode almost halfway up my bum. Under the vest, I wore a white silk, halter top/cammie kind of thing, just long enough to cover my boobies, proudly thrusting from my snug vest. White, V-front panties, garters and stockings, along with white high heels, finished my outfit, Gina doing a great job with my hair and makeup afterwards.

We got turned on just looking at ourselves in the mirror and were perfectly aware of why Daddy's eyes popped when he came through the door. We each greeted him, took his lunchbox and helped him off with his coat, hanging it up and guiding him to the little spot we'd prepared for him in the middle of the couch with a small table. Waiting for him, was the lasagna that was placed there as he drove in, along with a fresh, hot cup of coffee.

Seated on either side, Gina read the paper to him as I caressed and kneaded the back of his shoulders while he ate, he smiling and shaking his head at this treatment that he'd finally learned to stop resisting.

After he was done eating, we took him into the bathroom and put him in the shower. Reaching in the stall, we lathered him all up as he stood there, just a little embarrassed and with such an exciting erection that we both kept 'cleaning' with our slow and deliberate little hands.

When he got out, I went to clear his dishes and the little table, putting out a nice, cold beer for him, wine for me and Gina. She brought him out in nothing but a pair gray boxer briefs, (she likes them on him and I haven't the slightest idea why) his still hard cock jostling around a little in them as she brought him back to the couch where the evening news was just starting. We sat on either side of him again and kissed his cheeks.

"This weekend is all about you," Gina purred after he'd finished and we cleared his dishes and stuff. "Whatever you want, just tell us and it's yours."

"What if I want a pet gorilla in a space suit?"

She blinked at this, not having time to clear the sudden confusion before Daddy suddenly grabbed her thigh, just above her knee and squeezed, yelling a short note with a smile. Of course, she jumped and screamed, actually waving her hands in the air in front of her for a second before struggling to remove his. 

I'd just started to laugh when he did the same thing to me. So, there we were, both screaming and laughing hysterically, trying to pry his thick, powerful fingers from our legs while he laughed and finally let us go in his own time.

"So, how about that gorilla?" he asked as we tried to recover ourselves.

"Gorilla!? You scared the crap out of us!" she charged with an excited grin, the hem of her shirt having ridden up a fair distance in the struggle to show some of her yellow panties.

"Yeah, no gorilla for you!" I put in"

Gina opened and handed him his beer, saying after, "God knows, you don't need it."

"The beer, or the gorilla?"

"Both!"

"I'm a vibrant person," he said, shrugging his shoulders and taking a drink. "Did I tell you two how great you look?"

"About fifty times, but don't stop," I replied.

"I think his cock says it all," Gina said, looking at it and rubbing his chest.

"Daddy,...?" I inquired with a coy grin, "Do you want us to suck on your cock and make you cum so you can concentrate on the news and stuff for a while?"

" ... Yeah, but first,..."

He reached out and put his hand down my top and felt my boobs up as I watched, sticking my chest out.

"Gina, take that dress off, I see those hard nipples."

"Yes, Daddy."

He watched her take it off as he played with one of mine, rolling and pinching just a little. When it was off, she proudly sat there in her yellow lingerie as he gave his head a shake of appreciation. He grabbed one of her boobies and played with it, looking back to me. The little silk top that covered mine had fallen somewhat due to his ministrations and he could pretty much see all of my chest.

"You're both such beautiful,... sexy, good little girls."

"Thank you, Daddy," I beamed. 

"Can we please suck on your cock now?" Gina asked, also pleased about his further compliments.

"You two just try not to make a mess," he joked while pulling the straps of Gina's bustier down, freeing her boobs so we could see. 

"(giggle)"

"We won't," she promised.

He let our boobies go and we slowly assumed kneeling positions on the couch to either side of him. We flashed excited expressions between us as our hands began slowly rubbing his crotch through his boxers, feeling his stiffness and swelled balls, watching the wet spot the tip of his cock was creating get larger as our attention coaxed more precum from him.

Both our hands arrived at the fly at the same time, two sets of fingers wiggling their way in until we were jammed up. She began gently tugging and I did the same on the other side until seems let go and the front of his boxers were slowly torn open in fits and jerks. His cock sprang into view and I could have cheered when I saw his balls flop out.

"Oops,..." I breathlessly leered. 

He gasped as our hands took hold of his genetalia, stroking here and squeezing there, both of us making low, apprehensive sounds as our faces drew closer, our lips parted in readiness. 

We both started at the tip of his pole, sharing the precum that was there, and working our way down together, licking him like he was an ice-cream cone. Our tongues reached and prodded at his balls until we pulled his legs wider for better access. 

"Down,..." she softly encouraged as he complied, slouching down for us so we could really spread his legs.

She began licking under his balls, her eyes closed as I softly stroked him, getting off on watching her nose poke at his thighs as her face nuzzled between his legs to his moans of pleasure.

I put the head in my mouth and started sucking, making an occasional slurp as I ran the tip of my tongue over it, getting rewarded with some more pre-cum for my efforts before I felt his hand on the back of my head, slowly pushing me down on him until he was in my throat.

"Glk, nguk!" I exclaimed, my lips stretched, eyes wide.

Gina licked from his balls to the base of his cock and up, slipping her tongue over my lip before I was pulled off, choking a little. Next, it was her turn and I watched as Daddy's other hand forced her willing mouth down over his meat, stuffing her as full as he could before she began to bob there, making much the same sounds I'd been making moments before.

Gina's become as good as I am at deepthroating and, between the both of us taking turns at his decision, he soon began to groan louder, his pelvis pushing up at our faces."

"Gina, he's gonna cum!" I hissed excitedly as the direction from his hands weakened. 

We kept sucking and licking, finally stroking him with our hands, tongues working his cockhead when he came. We shared his load, only splashing a little on our faces when we switched mouths.

I swallowed my share and happily exclaimed, "Mmmmm, yummy, Daddy!" while Gina giggled, some of his seed leaking from one corner of her mouth before she swallowed. 

And we sure made Daddy happy. I think that was one of his best orgasms ever. We resettled beside him on the couch again, slouching a little like he was to watch the rest of the news with him after he kissed and put his arms around us. It was great feeling his big, strong hand on my waist, looking at his fabulous package lying out in the open, his boxers no longer able to contain him.

By the time they got to the weather, my legs were spread, the back of one knee on top of his thigh, my fingers lightly stroking miffy through my panties. I looked over to Gina and saw that the back of her knee had laid claim to his other thigh, she slowly rubbing herself like I was. Our eyes met and we watched each other, sharing a moment.

Before long, we noticed that he was getting hard again. We watched the process as we rubbed our pussies, enjoying the organ's transformation until it was finished, the TV meteorologist now telling us what the weather was like on the rest of the planet.

"Oh, Dad, look at your big, fuckin' cock," Gina almost drooled. 

"Mmmm,... Daddy, can I sit in your lap?"

"Sure, sweetie."

I hopped up and into his lap, facing him with my knees on either side of his hips and wiggling as I settled miffy squarely on my father's cock.

Gina worked herself to her knees, leaning on the back of the couch with a dirty grin as she watched us, taking one of my boobies in her hand, asking, "Isn't she a horny little slut?"

"One of the things I love about her."

"Me, too."

"(giggle)"

"And sooo cute," she added, letting her hand run down my front, down between my legs and into my panties. 

I sighed as her fingers traced my clitoris, grinding into him a little harder with my hands feeling his hairy chest, his on my hips, massaging the bare skin there under my skirt.

"Let's put it in her panties," she breathed, reaching through the leg hole and pulling it inside as I drew back a bit. "Mmmm, look at Daddy's cock, slutty. Does it feel good?"

"Oh, yeah!" I gasped as she rubbed it directly against miffy now, making it as wet as I was.

"Put it right in her, witchy," Daddy rasped.

"Mmm hmmm."

That's what she did, guiding me upward with a gentle hand under my bum, positioning his hardness before guiding me back down again. I cried out in sweet bliss at the feel of him slowly filling me, Gina's fingers returning to my button again as Daddy and I looked one another in the eyes. He moaned when I had as much of him inside me as I could possibly take, closing his eyes for a few seconds while I felt him twitch inside me. I began a slow rhythm that allowed me to get used to him there again, letting out little high pitched cries as I put my hands on his shoulders. 

"Ooooh, that's right, slutty, fuck him. Fuck your own Daddy."

"Oooo-oooh?"

Once I was accustomed to him again, I started a slightly faster pace, introducing a grind as he began to thrust his hips, perfectly timed to me. I happened to notice that Gina's panties were halfway down her thighs, his hand between her legs with a finger buried in her canal to the knuckle. She pulled the front of my satin top down, completely under my boobies and stuffed it into my vest as her upper body subtly jerked at random intervals, her lower lip trembling. Meanwhile, Daddy started bouncing me in his lap, my boobies bouncing crazily along with me as I pistoned up and down harder.

I soon exclaimed, "Oooooh!? Ooooooohh!? AWWWWW!! Daddy, fuck,...! AHHHHH! AHHHH! UHHHHHHHH,...! OHHHHHHH-HH, FUUUUUUUCK!"

I collapsed against his solid chest, winded, panting and experiencing the strange, fuzzy after effects of my orgasm, his cock still buried inside me.

After a minute, I managed to get up and off him, smiling crookedly at Gina and telling her, "Your turn, smutty."

Gina removed her panties, throwing a leg over his lap afterward and carefully mounting him. I took mine off too, along with the skirt, and was left with my white garters stockings and vest.

When she finished positioning herself and his cockhead was trapped just at the lips of her opening, she guided me over him until I was practically sitting on his face, bracing myself with my hands on the back of the couch behind me and at either side of his head, facing her. He spread my bum cheeks and started licking miffy and my bum hole as Gina's lips and tongue suddenly joined his from in front of me.

She began slowly like I did, easing her way up and down his shaft as she kissed and licked miffy hello. Daddy's tongue was working miracles of sensation at my other hole and I was soon wailing again, looking at the ceiling with my eyes closed, totally enjoying this treatment. 

Gina constantly groaned between my legs with each downward drop on his stiff member, sucking my lips into her mouth, then driving her tongue inside me. I brought one hand around to hold her face to miffy by the back of her head, sluttily undulating my pelvis as their tongues made a team effort of working my crotch over.

It wasn't long before Gina was bouncing in his lap just as I was, going at it like it was her last, best hope at survival, her cries building in volume and intensity, the sight and sound of her dragging me along to a second orgasm.

This time, we both yelped and cried out, deep satisfaction bringing a rough, gravelly edge to Gina's vocals. We could tell that Daddy wasn't far behind and I was able to let myself droop to the seat cushions to watch Gina, practically screaming in overload as he just kept fucking her beyond orgasm. His hands were on her hips and he was bouncing her hard, her beautiful, long hair flying as her head whipped in her mindless throes of extreme passion. 

I could tell when he came, not just by his actions and vocals, but by how Gina reacted each time she felt a strong jet of his hot cum blast her insides. I know and love the feeling and watching it happen to her is almost as good.

A few minutes later, the three of us were laid out on the couch, watching nothing in particular, just basking in our satisfied afterglows, sipping our respective beer, or wine, and smiling, kissing and hugging each other in pure contentment and satisfaction. After the movies, we got into another tangle and another after that until we finally went to bed at about three thirty AM, nicely buzzed, totally satisfied and wiped out.

 

 

Jul. 28/09

It seems, in all the time I spent maneuvering the situation to where it is between the three of us, feeling the guilt of what I was doing and living with a new, somewhat humbled attitude where that type of thing is concerned, I'd forgotten how unpredictable Gina can be.




Dad's The Man Ch. 13



So, much like when she sprung the discussion on Daddy and I about how I wanted to dance, I was equally surprised while sitting in a dark corner booth at Gulliver's, sharing a glass of house wine with her. In the middle of a sentence about how one can tell good wine from bad, she casually got up and came to my side of the table, pushing in beside me and nudging me further down to give her room.

"Umm,..." I began with a smile. "Are you gonna jump me right here, you smutty thing, or-"

The explanation for this maneuver suddenly walked by from behind us and sat down in the seat Gina had just vacated. I found myself looking into the eyes of none other than my very own, dear Aunt Peggy.

The smile dropped from my face, replaced with an unimpressed frown. She visibly withered at my expression and looked down at the table top, compressing her lips nervously.

She looked like she actually made some real effort to do something with herself this time, wearing a decent, knee length, somewhat flattering, pea green summer dress. Her hair lacked its usual matted, oily appearance and she may even have been wearing makeup. Even her eyes looked a little sharper than the somewhat bleary, green orbs I knew.

"What in hell is this?" I quietly demanded.

"Don't flip out, Kat. I asked her here so we could get some things-"

"You,... asked here?"

" ... Yes. I did and I think you know why."

"You could have told me. What happened to being honest with-?"

"Would you have agreed to meet?"

" ... I don't know, but I would have liked the chance to decide, Gina."

"Well, Peggy would like the chance to say a few things and I think, once you hear them, you'll be glad you did. I'm sorry, but this was the best way. Peggy,... Maybe you'd better just get to it?"

"Yes,..." Peggy said, gathering the nerve to look at my scowling face. "Kathleen, I'm sorry. Words can't express how sorry I am for the things I said, or my shame,... God, I got home, sobered up and saw things differently again, of course, and,... I couldn't even imagine how I must have hurt you. When I think of the things I said, I feel such disgust for myself. I have no excuse for what I said, there is none, but I really didn't mean it. I was drunk and,... like I say, it's no excuse, but,... Kat, sometimes,... people who drink too much have this other side. Another person, really, and it comes out with all sorts of things,... I know you don't understand. ... I- I can't tell you how sorry I am."

She looked down again, this time removing a tissue from her purse to dab at her moist eyes with as my scowl slowly turned to suspicious surprise. Obviously, Gina had been working behind the scenes and had apparently called the situation right. 

Glancing at Gina, I said, "We'll talk later," before addressing Peggy with, "As for you,... keep talking."

There was a reaction to my words on her part, whether it was resignation, or relief, I couldn't tell. She again looked up at me to continue, holding her tissue in her hand as it rested on the tabletop.

"I- Thank you for letting me apologize," she continued. "I don't deserve it, but at least maybe I won't feel like I have been. At least I got it off my chest. Kathleen,... You know, I always loved you, it's just that I,..."

She sniffed and straightened in the booth a little, sitting taller before going on with, "Back in the day, back when your mother was around, it was a different time and we were different. Other than your father, nobody was completely innocent, none of our little group, including me. But, it was the happiest time of my life and I never stopped to think that,... Kat, it's not just your mother, it's so much more, things that even your father was too far removed from to know about and I've been living with the responsibility for things I did and allowed to happen for the sake of,... I got caught up when I should have known better, made the wrong decisions and paid the price when everything blew up in my face. Again, none of this is any excuse for the things I said, or the way I've been treating you, but you deserve something,... It's just been,... hard."

My attitude had softened somewhat more to a studious attention to her words, personally identifying with how people can get caught up in the moment.

"I know this is stupid and wrong," Peggy admitted, "but you were suddenly just there, somebody to blame. I don't know how I could have thought that, I don't know how I can think half the things that get into my head when I'm drunk, I just become this fool," she said, her voice breaking ever so slightly with frustrated regret. "Well, if it means anything, I- I didn't drink today. I came here sober."

I nodded at this, Peggy understanding that this acknowledgement was a small olive branch.

She dared the smallest ghost of a smile and also admitted, "You know, I used to dress pretty daring back in the day. Used to. Hm. Well, I'm nobody to talk about how you dress and conduct yourself, much less judge."

She left a pause, indicating she was finished, that Gina broke with, "Kat, do you have anything to say to that?"

" ... Peggy,... it did hurt me, that stuff you said,... but I accept your apology because you're my aunt and,... you know. Besides, I said some pretty mean things to you, too."

She smiled a little wider, looking at the table again and nodding, her eyes closed and obviously happy that I'd accepted.

"But,..." I added, "You need to go see Daddy. You need to apologize to him, too. And,... I'm not ready for hugs and stuff just yet. I hope you understand."

"Of course, of course. Kat, I've so missed you and your father coming over. I don't want to be alone, that's the only way my life could get any worse at this point, after everything I've pissed away,..."

"I'm sorry I insulted you and treated you disrespectfully, Peggy," I offered sincerely.

"I appreciate that, but I deserved to hear it. It was all true."

I finally gave up a cautious smile and replied, "Some of the things you said about me are, too. A lot of em, really."

"Nobody's perfect," Gina said.

Peggy dabbed at her eyes again and said nervously, "Thank you for hearing me out. I'll go now and let you get on with your day and I promise that I'll apologize to your father."

She got up and stood beside the table, sniffed and added, "I just need to,... you know. ... Goodbye and, again, I'm so sorry, Kat."

I turned in the booth to watch her walk a little quickly through the half empty restaurant to the exit, looking at Gina afterwards, who was back in the seat that Peggy had just vacated.

She avoided my direct gaze, but carefully asked, "You mad at me?"

"Kind of, yeah."

"I'm sorry, I should have told you. I just want to see this resolved."

"Why?" I asked, actually wondering. After all, the return of Peggy only complicated our situation at home.

"Because,... it makes me uncomfortable. Look, I told you, she's family and it's not right that she should be alone, left to drown in whatever cesspit of memories it is that she swims around in from day to day. You heard her, she missed you. It's no fun to be alone."

"How long have you been talking to her?"

"Just a couple of times on the phone."

"How can you advise me against contacting Sheila, at least not without talking to you and Daddy first, and then turn around and pull this?"

"Because this isn't Sheila, it's your Aunt Peggy. Sheila was the enemy, Peggy is one of her victims like your father and then you, even me to a degree, just like Dad said. She has problems that need to be addressed and she doesn't have the support structure to do it. How is it fair that she gets thrown out because she's been trying to deal with her problems by herself for years and failing miserably at it, disadvantaged from the very beginning by the god damned bottle at that?"

She'd actually become quite adamant about it, raising her unapologetic tone just a little, not to argue, but only to show how she felt about the situation.

"I want you to know that I remember the things she said about you and that I don't just kick that aside, but I know you and I can't believe you would have been totally happy with the way things were left. 

"And you know what else?" she continued. "It makes me feel guilty. That's right, guilty. It feels like I have her place. Just another 'Sheila Burchell after effect', I suppose, but I couldn't let it lie like it was. I'm sorry I sprung this on you, but I don't regret it because you were the focal point. Now that you've accepted her apology, Dad will accept it and things will be put right again."

"And if she does something like this again? If she gets in the bag and stirs up shit again?"

"If we're going to leave her to that, that'll probably happen, yes."

"Gina,... Thank you, you did a good thing, I know your heart is in the right place and it's hard to be mad at you for that, but just because I accepted her apology, doesn't mean I've forgotten. Please don't expect me to be her support structure, or to not expect to be mistreated by her again. Especially when she has to be kept at arm's reach, anyway. The best outcome here is for things to go back to the way they were, more or less."

"Even that would be better than nothing."

"Did you tell her you're living with us?"

"No."

"What else did you tell her?"

"Kat, I didn't tell her anything, for god's sake, I felt bad enough calling her as it was. We only talked about the situation, less than ten minutes the first time, maybe a half hour the second time and no more until today."

After a long, rather uncomfortable pause, I asked irritatedly, "Can we get out of here now?"

Driving along, I looked over from her passenger seat for a moment without her noticing. Of course, I wasn't that mad. She was right in the things she'd said and it wasn't even a question of forgiving her. Hell, I love her. 

Looking back out the windshield, I said, "You're telling Daddy."

" ... Alright."

After another pause, "And I get to spank your bum tonight when we get home."

She looked over at me and we both smiled, our hands clasping over the console."

"That sounds more than fair."

 

 

Jul. 29/09

I was out in the garage this evening, after supper with my car, checking fluids, hoses and belts, doing a little maintenance here and there when Daddy ambled in. I was wearing old, tight jeans again and I felt his hand on my bum.

"Why don't you wear skirts anymore?"

"I do, sometimes. They're not very practical for working, you know."

"That's subjective," he said with a grin and gave me a kiss, giving the bottom of my bum a few loving pats.

"(giggle)"

"Hey, kitten."

"Uh huh?"

"Pretty big of you to accept Peg's apology."

" ... She just told you about our little meeting, I take it?"

"Yeah. I was a bit ticked off at the little witch, but,..."

"Gina does make some good points."

"Yes, she does. She'll even impale you with them, if you're not careful."

"Tell me about it. Um, were you disappointed to hear that I accepted? I know you were pretty mad at her."

"No. Anger is a hard thing to let go of, but,... So, she made a good case for herself, did she?"

"Peggy? Yes. But it wasn't like that, you know; she was sincere. Gina was right about her, I guess."

"Yeah,... She tell you how she personally feels about it?"

"That she feels like she took Peggy's place? Yeah. I suppose I can see that from her. She's really something, our Gina, isn't she?"

"Sure is. She actually reminds me a bit of Peg back in the day."

"Yeah?"

He nodded, smiling a little as his hand rubbed my lower back and his eyes fixed on the engine as he seemed to cast his memory back.

"You know,... I'm going to accept her apology too, if she offers one like she said she would, but I wouldn't if you didn't."

" ... Thanks, Daddy."

I stretched up and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips, which he returned, his hand on my back pulling me a little closer.

"Mmmm,... Daddy, you're making me all tingly and fuzzy inside."

"I am?"

"Uh huh," I breathed, undoing the top button of his shirt.

"Want some more, kitten?"

"Mmm, yes, please."

He held me close again and we kissed, his big hand roaming so nicely around the small of my back and top of my bum, my arms around his neck while I stood on tiptoes, feet slowly spreading like miffy was. 

I was practically panting when he let me go and I noticed his chest was rising and falling with more intensity. I undid another button, then another and another until I could slip my hands in and around to his back, feeling his muscle through his bare skin. Bringing them back around to his chest, I felt him up and down, across his abs, over his shoulders as he stood there allowing me to have fun with a totally horny look on his face.

I leaned in and began licking his nipple, taking it gently in my teeth and pulling, licking again and sucking while my hands continued roaming until his shirt was pushed down off his shoulders. I pulled it out of his pants and undid the last two buttons before taking it off and laying it over the fender.

No longer willing to stand idle, he began unbuttoning the front of my old baseball shirt and removed it, laying it over his shirt before removing my white bikini bra and laying it on the growing pile of clothing. We came together again and he lifted me right up so that my legs wrapped around his back and I was looking down at him, my boobies dangling in his face for his lips and tongue to have their way with. I held on to his shoulder with one hand, the back of his neck with the other as I mewled my pleasure at his soft kisses to my cleavage, jerking and grinding against him when he got to my nipples.

After he'd had his fun with them, he carried me around to the rear of the car, putting me down on my feet where we kissed passionately again. He unbuttoned my jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down afterward, then pulled them to my knees so his hand could start tickling through the white piece of scrap that barely covered miffy.

I giggled and pressed my thighs together, trying to move back, away from him with my jeans still at my knees, but running into the car.

"You like it," he said with an affectionate grin, his fingers going for a second try.

"(giggle!) Daddy, that tickles!"

"Open your legs, kitten," he playfully dared, his hand stroking my hip while I covered between my legs with mine so he couldn't tickle.

"No way, you'll do it again!"

"We always play this little game, but you know you love it," he said, his other hand slowly pushing my jeans further down. "I'm gonna tickle that hot little clit 'till you cum, sweetie."

I slipped my feet out of my ball breakers and let him take my jeans the rest of the way off, smiling happily, horny as all get out, and suddenly found myself being lifted off my feet and sat on the trunk lid of the TA, my bum cradled nicely by the wide spoiler. I stuck to the game, keeping my legs closed with one hand there until he guided me down to my back and gently, but firmly spread my legs wide. 

His fingers started softly tickling as I watched, inhaling sharply and giggling as my wet panties got even wetter. He played around my clit in the same manner, producing short urgent wines from my throat as I jiggled my pelvis desperately. Then his tongue took the place of his finger at the thin, white cotton because, apparently, his finger had other business, dipping under the crotch of my panties and rubbing around miffy's hole inside them.

He slowly shoved his finger inside, not in any hurry at all as he concentrated on the tickling he was giving my clitoris with his tongue, driving me wild while I twisted my own nipples giggling and groaning alternately. My body writhed on the car, pelvis undulating, back arching, almost coiling like a snake with a lovely orgasm on the way as he used his mouth to go beyond tickling.

"Oh, Daddy! Oh, yes! Uhhhnnnn-! Uhhhhh-uhhh!"

Some higher part of my brain suddenly wondered how this must look. I mean, there I was with nothing on but a pair of panties, spread legged on top of my car with my own father's finger up inside miffy, tongue at my clit and me playing with my boobies, obviously enjoying myself. The more I imagined one of our neighbors walking in, (which would never happen because they know better) the more turned on I got until I came sooo good. Daddy had to cover my mouth like he used to have to do, and I found I missed that little touch.

While I whined softly on my car, his finger left miffy and was replaced moments later by his cock. I stiffened when I felt its head at my lips, then relaxed almost as fast while he pushed inside my ready canal, sparking fireworks in my post orgasmic brain all the way to total penetration.

I groaned and opened wide eyes to the sight of him leaning over me, wrapping his strong arms around my little body and kissing me lovingly all over my neck, ears, chin and face as he began slowly pumping miffy.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mm! Mmmm! Mm!" I moaned with each thrust, our mouths locked together in the most erotic, sensual, loving kiss you could imagine.

We continued like that, making beautiful love that we both felt far beyond the sensations between our legs and I didn't think of the neighbors walking in, or anything else, except Daddy. Finally, we both came at the same time, his hips jerking spasmaticly as my clinching miffy was filled with shot after shot of my father's hot seed. 

We held each other after, panting, still kissing and whispering endearments to one another as he gradually softened inside me, allowing his cum to seep out along with mine.

Oh my god, my Daddy is so good!

 

 

Aug. 03/09

It's interesting, the unique personal relationships Gina and I have with Daddy. It's a given that our relationship is different than the ones we share with him, based on the fact that Gina and I have a history as Daddy and I do, and also because we're both girls, but the difference in how we relate to him is interesting to observe.

First of all, Gina and I have changed with each other since our present arrangement began, especially since the big fight. Where she's still the cool, older sister she's always been to me, she also sees me more as her little sister in return, not just a younger lover. 

That said, there's also a curious sort of equality, or respect from her since the fight. It's not that she didn't respect me before and isn't as if I'm not still the little sister in her eyes, but now it's like she relies on me as much as I always relied on her. I think she sees that I have my own power and, truth be told, it was as much a discovery for me as it was for her. 

Daddy and I get along like we always did, however, every once in a while he'll take me out somewhere, just the two of us, or he'll make really nice love to me like he did last week on my car out in the garage. I'm pretty sure he does it just to make sure I know he hasn't forgotten about me and still loves me dearly, no matter how much he enjoys Gina's presence in his life. I'm still his daughter and little wifey and I still treat him with the very same respect he always demanded, his authority as Man of the house never a question in my mind, as it ought to be with he and I.

Then, there's Daddy and Gina. Those two are a very good pair in that they hold many of the same opinions and attitudes, however their style and the way they apply their opinions and attitudes are quite different. Where he tends to be quiet and reserved, especially in public like me, Gina is more outspoken. (he was pretty impressed when she got the people at Canadian Tire to knock fifteen dollars off the price of a new grinder that was already on sale) She's more insistent and sometimes outright demanding. She is also his daughter and wifey, but takes a different, somewhat more authoritative wifey roll than I do, although I sometimes get the feeling she'd rather not play that role.




Dad's The Man Ch. 13



If Gina likes to tease and torment me sometimes, she loves doing it to him. She'll push and push, seeing how far she can take things and he always shows her, much to her delight. Mine too, because it's fun to watch.

"Daaaaaaad!" she called from his room earlier this evening while he and I sat at the table, each with a paring knife, co-operating in finishing off a ham I'd cooked the past weekend.

"Whaaaaaat!?" he replied, popping a thick, ragged slice into his mouth.

"Where are my black, crotchless panties!?"

"How would I know!?"

"You had them last!"

He paused in the act of chewing, looking at me with slight confusion before swallowing to call, "What!?"

"You took them off me in here last Sunday night, you must have done something with them!"

"I don't remember!"

"Well, can you help me look!?" she answered irritably.

"Fuck," he whispered as I grinned at him. 

Stabbing the remains of the ham with his paring knife, he got up and left the implement embedded there, the handle sticking out at a forty-five degree angle. As soon as he was around the corner, I jabbed mine into the leftover meat as well, got up and tiptoed after him.

"What's so fuckin' urgent about panties, anyway? You've got more than enough of them."

"I'm washing my delicates today and I don't want to miss them. Now, pull the bed out so I can see behind the headboard."

"Yes, Ma'am." 

" ...... Oh, for crying out loud, where are they?"

"Not there?"

"Well, of course not!"

"Calm down, witchy, it's not the end of-"

"You have to lift the mattress so I can see."

" ... Why in hell would I stuff them under the mattress?"

"I don't know, why would you? Just lift the mattress, Okay?"

At this point, I was just behind the doorway in the hall, peeking around at them as they stood on the other side of the bed. Daddy's lips compressed, showing his irritation as she stood there, looking at him expectantly in her skin tight, black leggings and black, low cut T-shirt. 

"You're starting to piss me off, witch."

Unbelievably, she stuck her tongue out at him and wisely sprinted away, just in time to avoid his quick grab for her. She ran for the door, a wild eyed, excited expression on her face with Daddy starting after her. Suddenly seeing me, her excitement turned to an outright, although nervous smile.

I smiled right back as I reached in for the knob and pulled the door closed, placing my foot on the door jamb beside it while pulling on the knob with both hands to make sure it stayed shut.

"Noooooooooooo!!" she begged a second before her weight hit the door and a frantic struggle began on the other side to pull it open.

"(giggle!)" 

"Open the do-awp! Ahh-h- Naaaaaaaaa!!"

There was the sound of something heavy landing on the bed and I heard Daddy's footsteps walking away from the door. He'd actually tossed her to the bed from the door! I opened it then, because I just had to watch this.

She'd recovered herself and was trying to get off the bed before he could get there, her arms and legs comically moving so fast she couldn't get anywhere until she got purchase. She almost made it, but his hands closed around her ankles and dragged her back, kicking and screaming. It got good when he grabbed the stretchy, thin material at her bum and tore the back of her leggings right open. 

"(gasp!) Ohh-! Noooo!" she wailed as the back of her black panties were also torn open, ironically splitting the crotch right down the middle. She covered herself with her hand as she continued to struggle, but not before I saw her glistening wet pussy lips as she raised her bum at the same time.

He was wearing a T-shirt and gym shorts, the latter he suddenly dropped to the floor, revealing a full erection (he really must like it rough) before hauling her closer, raising her up to the doggie style position and pushing his hard cock between her fingers and straight into her pussy.

Gina went soprano, expelling a long, loud note, mouth wide open while looking back with an expression that suggested she couldn't believe he'd dare do such a thing. That same note persisted in repeated, shorter durations as he began fucking her hard right away, holding her by the hips and pulling her in with each thrusting jab of his pelvis.

At this point, my jeans are undone and pushed down, just enough to get one hand inside the confines of my panties to play as I watched this incredible scene.

She was on her forearms, clenching fists full of bedspread, hair in her face as she was helplessly and roughly bounced back and forth amidst her frenzied cries. Soon, he picked her upper body up from the bed by the back of her shirt, pulling her back to his chest and tearing her shirt down and open, her little black bra pulled apart and away in the process. Gina was going to orgasm soon, her soprano notes gradually turning to hard grunts as her body now jerked in an upright position with each powerful thrust, his hands holding her in place by her boobies 

I came as I watched his bum, pumping unabashedly away at our proud Gina, neither one hearing the muted groans escaping through my clenched teeth. A few moments later, Gina came too, her head lolling, eyes rolling, crying out haltingly as her body convulsed in ecstasy. Daddy just kept driving himself into her from behind until he came with a yell, his seed blasting the inside of her pussy as he kept fucking until it was well finished.

I slipped out of the doorway, quietly closing the door and hobbling my still horny body down the hall and around the corner, leaning my back against the wall to recompose myself. I heard them speaking in low tones not long after, the sound of both of them rolling on the bed followed by a delirious giggle and I smiled, happy for them. A minute later, I went down the basement, took my jeans off and started to work, still horny and listening to them above.

It's good that we all get time alone with one other of us. It seems to strengthen our collective relationship and make the love we have when we're all together that much better. Nobody is jealous, nobody is unfulfilled, only being themselves, occupying the space they want within our trio and very happily fitting right into it.

By the way, Gina doesn't even own a pair of black, crotchless panties. If she did, I'd know about them, believe me.

 

 

Aug. 06/09

On Daddy's advice, I got a half ton spring leaf added to each side in the back of the TA, today. I also got all new shocks, coils in front and, in addition to how cool it looks now that it's about an inch higher in back, I definitely feel a difference when I'm driving. 

Daddy's taking me out for some lessons in 'advanced driving tactics' on Saturday. I asked him what he meant, but he only told me that he didn't always drive a truck. I guess I'll find out on Saturday.

I should have the other half of the basement framed in by then, so I can finally get on to putting up the drywall on Monday. Gina finished painting the living room today and did a really good job. She was quite proud of herself and she should be, however, now she wants to paint the rest of the house, too. Mostly, I think she just wants to be useful, but she's taken over the brunt of the housework and has even learned how to make really good coffee every time. 

She has to work both tomorrow night and Saturday night, so that'll leave Daddy and I alone for those two evenings, at least until she gets home, but we decided today to have another little party next weekend.

A little while before Daddy got home, during a pause in conversation while we were sitting on the couch and looking at the finished living room, she looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before speaking.

"I've decided. I'm going to quit dancing."

I only nodded supportively, giving her a chance to say more before I spoke.

"It's just not,... me. Not anymore. I'm uncomfortable with it. I hate to say it, but in a way, it's like Tanya and Tisha kicked it right out of me. Still, it's more than that, too. Since I've been here,... No, since I have a man, I just don't feel right about it, about showing my body to other men and dancing around like that. I feel like I'm cheapening myself, like its personal all of a sudden. I thought it would maybe go away, that it was just something I'd get over in time, but it isn't."

"He'll be pleased," I offered.

She nodded, saying nothing, but smiling about that point.

" ... What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan. I've been developing one almost since the first time I went back to work. I'm going to get into real estate, just like Dad says I should and that's why I can't quit right away. In addition to what we're accomplishing here, on the homestead, I'm going to want plenty of startup money and there's no reason why I can't dance while I'm taking the course. Like I said, I've been looking into it."

"Are you nervous?"

"Yes. Dancing is all I've ever done and all I know and it's not easy to jump into a new situation. I like my circumstances to be assured and that's part of the reason why I won't give up dancing until I have to, even though I'd rather never do another gig."

"So, when do you think you'll quit?"

"Probably by Spring. I'm going to get the course started as soon as the nice weather is gone.

"Well, I support any decision you make, especially if it makes you happy."

"Thanks, Kat. That means a lot. Here, give me a hug."

She got a bit emotional as we hugged and I could see what a decision it must have been for her, could see once again how important to her that my father and I had become.

We separated and she noted, "You know, it's not like I can do that forever anyway, is it?"

"Oh, Gina. The men would still line up for you if you were coming out onstage in another fifty years with false teeth, support hose and a cane."

She laughed silently at this, then embraced me again and gave me a kiss, leaving her arms around my neck afterward and rubbing her nose against mine. 

"Love you, slutty."

"Love you, smutty."

"Think Dad will like the living room?"

"He'll love it. Hey, why don't you go get showered and changed while I get supper started, and,... why don't you save the big news until next weekend and tell Daddy then?"

" ... Yeah, that's a great idea. But,..." she trailed off, looking at me with a suddenly coy smile.

"Yes?"

"Why don't you hop in the shower with me? Do you have time?"

I grinned wider, eyed the clock for a few seconds and replied, "Give me five minutes to get things started and I'll be there."

A minute later in the kitchen, grabbing a pot and filling it with water, I suddenly realized how the fact that I wasn't allowed to dance didn't bother me so much anymore, knowing that Gina would also soon be giving it up. Strange.



Dad's The Man Ch. 14



Aug. 14/09

I tell you, for someone who knows almost nobody, doesn't work, or even go out that often, my life sure is full of excitement.

Gina told Dad of her decision to quit dancing and, as we expected, his face lit up. The poor guy may have loosened up a little in the last year or so, but he's still plenty old fashioned enough to see this as a good thing. He actually got up, came around the table and kissed her, saying she'd never regret it and that he was going to buy her some nice little thing.

It's been pretty hot lately, so Gina and I were both dressed in very little clothing and, what clothes we did wear, were comfortably light and airy. 

I wore a pair of extreme, faded blue, cutoff denim shorts. I say extreme because of how far up they were cut and the fact that, even though they were hip huggers, I removed the waistband anyway. Having been button fly jeans, that worked out pretty good, especially in the way the top of my white, lacey G-string showed, along with the outer edges of its front panel. Other than that, I only wore my snakeskin ball breakers and the matching, white lace bra that let the very tops on my nipples show.

Gina's outfit of choice, as usual, was a little more up market, but just as exciting. A backless, translucent, somehow sparkly white top that tied around her neck and hung in the shape of a V covered her shiny satin, jade green demi bra. A loose, white miniskirt of the same material allowed the viewer to clearly see her matching green thong beneath. Despite the heat and because she knows Daddy loves them, she wore the matching green garters, the belt clearly visible, with black stockings. Black high heels, as usual, gave her legs and bum that look that she knows men go all bug eyed over.

Daddy himself, fresh from his post work shower, only wore a pair of black, mid thigh gym shorts and a tattered gray work shirt that he left unbuttoned, well aware that both Gina and I love to see his hairy chest.

Besides the heat, it was the night of our little party and we all wanted to look nice for each other, especially since we intended to start off with some music and dancing. Gina had shoved the furniture around a little for our dance and got the music going, some of the R&B 'mood music' she listens to. I went to collect some stuff that me and Daddy were more interested in and was sauntering into the living room with a handful of CDs to be greeted by a very pleasant sight.

They were standing over by the stereo and Gina held a glass of white wine in one hand, her other on Daddy's chest as she looked up at him. That expression of contented happiness with a smattering of excitement was in her face, eyes sparkling while he spoke, his hand slowly caressing under the back of her skirt.

I know I've gone on and on about how good they look together, but I just can't get over it. I couldn't think of a better match for either of them, except maybe myself. Daddy took a sip of his beer can and noticed me standing by the hall entryway and smiled back, gesturing me over. 

"What ya got there, kitten?"

"Umm, Tragically Hip, BTO, Leonard Cohen, David Wilcox, Kenny Rogers-"

"Wait," Gina interrupted, "did you just say,... Kenny Rogers?"

"He's good," he told her, me nodding in agreement beside him.

"Kenny – Rogers!? Oh, my god, you poor people. I have so much work to do."

"We'll play, Lucille, you listen to the words and tell me if that ain't a great tune," I challenged, putting my hand under the front of her skirt.

"Mmm-mm. We'll see. You should wait until I've had more wine, though."

"Very funny," he said, "But you'll see. You'll probably cry."

"How much you wanna bet?" she asked as I lightly stroked up and down, her pelvis rolling just a little to mine and Daddy's attention.

"If you cry, Daddy puts his cock in your bum."

Both of them gasped at this, he actually choking a little on a mouthful of beer, Gina fixing me with an open mouthed smile.

"Slutty!"

"(giggle)"

He shook his head in amused wonder, asking, "Kitten, is there any bottom to the depths of your perversion?"

"Haven't found it yet."

"Maybe we'll take a look sometime?" he challenged.

"(giggle!)"

"Okay," Gina decided, "I'll take that bet, but if I don't cry, he puts it in your ass. How's that?"

" ... Okay, but you don't have to cry, you just gotta like the song, and you gotta be honest about it, too."

"No way, you said it would make me cry and that's the bet you offered," she countered as I took another gulp from my own can of beer.

"Uhh, excuse me,..." Daddy cut in, "but it's my cock and it just may be possible that I'd have something to say about-"

"That was before I knew you'd drag me in on it," I returned."

"Hello!" Dad interrupted, "As I was saying, I might actually-"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Gina argued with an incredulous grin. "You silly little slut, it's a bet. Bets are two way streets, that's how it's done."

"Maybe in your smutty little smutworld of smut. (giggle) But, we slutty sluts from slutworld know better than to paint ourselves into corners with silly rules that really have no weight in the real world. But, if you really want to go there,-"

I interrupted myself this time in order that I could scream along with Gina, her bum probably being pinched like mine suddenly was.

"I'm not fucking either of your little asses," he established before he let go.

"Da-ddy!" I whined.

"But what about the bet!? Gina complained, rubbing her own bum now where his fingers had found a point of reason.

"I don't care about any damned bet, I'm telling you, I'm not doing that to either of-"

(Bingggggg, bongggggg), the front doorbell chimed.

"What the ffff-?" Daddy asked irritably.

"Who in hell would that be?" I asked aloud, taking another drink of beer while looking at the front door.

"Just a second,..." he said, turning the stereo down before beginning to stalk to the door.

"Daddy, no!" I cautioned in a low tone. "You got a big hardon, look! I'll get it!"

He looked down at himself and grimaced, but then back to me, putting up his hand and saying, "Yeah, like you look any better."

"I'll get it," Gina announced, walking behind him and up to the door, completely at ease and carefree.

"No, you're not-!" Daddy started.

"Relax, it's probably just the Jehovah's Witnesses. I'll stick my head out and get rid of them.

"Jeez, it it's them, just open up and let 'em see you," Daddy offered with a sudden smile. "That'll get rid of 'em."

"I'll assume that's a compliment," she shot back with a smirk before opening the door while standing behind it and with her back to us.

She stuck her face around and into the gap while I, a bit buzzed at this point, admired her bum in that little skirt, her panties pulled halfway down in back. I heard someone talking from the front step, breaking me out of my little trance and making me realize that Gina had yet to say anything to the caller. The murmur from outside stopped and Gina continued to stand there silently, stock still.

I looked at Daddy and saw him looking with some concern, taking a few slow steps forward, erection or no.

"No,... it's a great time," Gina replied with an odd tone. "Please, come in."

He froze in his tracks while my jaw sagged, heart leaping six inches higher in my chest. The craziest thing was that when Aunt Peggy walked in, I found myself alarmed that it couldn't have been the Jehovah's Witnesses after all.

Her expression of nervous discomfort slowly melted away from the moment she set eyes on Daddy and I. We could only stare back, just as dumbfounded as she was while Gina closed the door behind her and relocked it.

I felt a bead of perspiration trickle down my cleavage, vaguely noting how much better she looked this time than the last. Her long, thick dark hair was down, falling over her shoulder and looking perfect, yet defying gray and dryness. Her makeup was remarkably done, full red lips setting off white teeth as her jaw hung partway open. Her skin and eyes seemed healthier, the attractive widow's peak atop her forehead adding to her show of sultry beauty.

She wore a casual, peach, rayon looking pantsuit, a black, somewhat low cut cammie visible between the buttoned lapels of her blazer. The outfit looked super on her, hugging the voluptuous curves that she, apparently, really had been exercising. Three inch, black, open toed heels boosted her already five foot, eight inches a little further skyward, the nails of her toes matching those on her fingers in shiny red and making quite an impression.

"Don't be alarmed, Peggy," Gina remarked in a soft, reassuring voice. "It's hot as hell out and we have no air conditioning. We're all adults and there's no reason why we can't be comfortable. Is there?"

Peggy, her jaw slowly working, remained silent as she looked at Gina, now seeing what the door had been hiding. Daddy and I looked at each other, our stunned, guilty expressions finding no answer in either of our faces.

"Relax," Gina repeated, smiling at us this time and taking a sip from her wineglass, still in her hand. "It's only Aunt Peggy. Come on, let's everyone sit down."

She took Peggy's upper arm and gently guided her to the couch as my aunt's face remained locked on me and Daddy. Gina, from behind her, looked at us pointedly and then the couch, still smiling but with a serious undertone. What in hell was she doing?

I walked over in a daze, Daddy behind me, as Gina sat Peggy down in the middle of the couch. She then pulled the chair closer, so it faced her and gestured for Daddy (erection gone now) to sit there, me at my usual end of the couch. Gina chose his usual spot at the other end, putting us on either side of Peggy.

Peggy's gaze fell on Daddy, who had a lot of trouble meeting it, before she deftly plucked Gina's wine from her hand and downed the half glass that remained in a quick, single drink. She then turned and took my beer, downing a good portion of that, too. She held on to the can, putting the back of her other hand to her lips, not quite touching them, and burped with her mouth closed as though the function had every chance of killing her.

"Ummm,..." Gina expressed thoughtfully, looking at me, "maybe you should go grab us all another round?" she asked.

I looked at her like she was crazy, pretty much convinced of it, too. But, the truth was that I needed one as bad as Peggy obviously (and understandably) did and I wasn't about to try to take what was left of mine back from her.

Upon my return, passing out the drinks and avoiding Peggy's eyes, Gina got started. 

"Well,... just to break the ice, we all know why you're here and we three appreciate it a lot, but before we get into that, I'd like to say a few things."

I slowly, carefully settled into my end of the couch, unable to see Peggy's expression with her face turned to Gina, listening to my half toasted girlfriend.

"When I first met Kat, I was taken with her right away, with the way she is and all. She quickly became very important to me and I let her fill spaces I never opened to anyone. Shortly after that, I got to know her father and saw,... another very special person. He treated me well and always made me feel welcome, always at home and there was never any doubt that I could be who I am here, in every respect, and be accepted and loved. To have found both of them was the most fortunate thing that's ever happened to me since I've been on my own, and when you're alone, that's important. But, you know that."

Peggy didn't answer, or even nod.

"In fact, they're both so important to me that I've decided to give up dancing. Peggy, I know people and I know good people when I find them and you should know that I wouldn't even think of giving up my only present livelihood for anything, or anybody less. I also know that you're a good person. You've been hurting for a long while, but you are. If you weren't, you wouldn't have come here and none of us would have let you in to listen to a word you had to say if you did.

"The reason I'm telling you this is because I'm part of this little group now, this family. My place is here and, because you don't know me, apart from the two, brief conversations we had, I want you to know that I don't have anything against you and I hope we can be friends. It's what we all want and we're ready to accept you and give the help we both know you need." 

During her last words, she'd reached out and took one of Peggy's hands in hers, offering a warm smile.

I still couldn't see Peggy's expression until she finally looked at Daddy. Her profile showed that she was beginning to recover from the surprise of our attire, her features now speaking more of wary curiosity as she took another big slug of beer and addressed him.

"Uhmm,... I've been trying to stay sober,... Varying degrees of success on that, but I was dry when I walked through that door. ... Actually, I always made myself believe that you never knew I drank all these years. Even though I knew you did. Anyway,... I owe you an apology, John. I don't know what's,..."

She trailed off, her head almost glancing at me before going on.

"What I said the last time I was here was,... disgusting. I was disgusting and one thing that I said in particular was just horrible. I can't ever begin to describe how I feel about it, I couldn't even face up to you to do this. Gina,... called me, though,... I'm sorry, John. I'm so sorry."

He looked back at her with much the same wary expression of curiosity from under his brows, slowly lifting his face as she spoke, showing her an open expression by the time she finished.

"As you may have noticed," he said quietly, carefully aloof as he quickly glanced to Gina before moving his eyes back to Peggy, "Gina talks sense. I accept your apology, mostly because Kat did, but also because,... Like Gina said, you're my sister and after Mum and Dad died,... You know."

"Yes, I do. ... I appreciate that you accepted, I really do," she said, and I could tell she was sincere, despite the odd circumstances. "I can,... feel a bit better now. I felt better when I apologized to you, Kat." She said, turning to face me.

It startled me, I was so busy studying her and Daddy, but I didn't miss how her eyes couldn't resist taking in my outfit once again, the questioning look in her features when she returned her eyes to my face.

"Umm, I'm glad," I told her, managing an uncomfortable smile and wondering once more what in hell Gina was thinking, but also struck again by Peggy's previously hidden, natural charms. 

She gave me an unsure smile and I noticed her large chest heaving, then my own doing the same. After that, I realized that I was staring at the moderate cleavage her cammie showed, the perspiration that was trickling between her boobies, like it was mine. I looked up at her suddenly, flushing and tried a compliment.

"You,... You look really pretty, Aunt Peggy."

"Kat, thank you, that means a lot, but,... sweetie, I can see the tops of your nipples.

I'd forgotten about that. I looked down and saw that they were also almost fully erect.

"Oh," I replied, trying to feign ignorance and attempting to pull up the cups of the little thing.

"Well," Gina excused apologetically, but almost offhandedly with an easy smile, "Like I say, it's hot and they won't get an air conditioner. I could go buy one myself, but they know how to hook it up and I don't."

Gina took a sip at her wine, Peggy looking back at her. I took another gulp of my beer, still trying to tuck my nipples completely into my bra and enjoying the attention I was giving them as my aunt spoke to Daddy again, having regained more composure, but still wary.

"So, they just,... I mean,... run around in front of you ,... like that?"

He sighed slowly and replied, "They,... They're headstrong. Anyway, it's not that big a deal."

He managed to meet her eyes and even shrugged when he said it.

"It's true," Gina confirmed. "I hope it doesn't bother you."

"Uhm, well,... It's really none of my-"

"Oh, my god, Peggy, you're burning up. I should have taken that blazer," Gina apologized, putting her wine down on the end table behind her.

"Uhm, I'm fine, I-"

"No, no, obviously it's okay to take it off," she insisted, undoing the two buttons of the peach blazer as she spoke, Peggy looking down in surprise as she did. "Why sit and roast when you can be comfortable? That's why we're dressed like this."

Before I knew it, I was looking at Peggy's bare shoulders, the taut straps of her cammie braced by them. I'd given up on my nipples at that point and watched Gina push the blazer down her arms and off.

"There, isn't that better?"

"Well, I suppose."

"You do look very pretty. Doesn't she?" Gina asked Daddy.

He hesitated, then nodded, since there really was no other answer. Hell, she looked fabulous.

"That outfit looks fabulous on you, doesn't it, Kat?"

"Yes, it's,... really flattering."

" ... Thank you," she said, smiling more than a little at the compliments.

"Actually," Gina said, taking her glass again and looking at Peggy's chest before going on, "we were having a bit of a party. Just pre-celebrating the end of my dancing career, I suppose. I'm glad you showed up."

Peggy shot a lingering glance at Daddy and, believe it or not, some of that glance lingered on his chest. I was still pretty confused and this only confused me more. I didn't know how I should feel about it, or why miffy was feeling all spready. Seeing his eyes involuntarily settle on his sister's chest didn't clear anything up, either. 

There was a brief silence while we all took a drink, Gina smiling, my father, Peggy and I hanging on by a thread until Daddy's adoptive daughter, the one he very correctly refers to as 'witchy', spoke again.

"You know, Peggy, you really do look different. I don't mean any offense, but I can see you're really trying to,... deal. I hope you know that you can rely on us for support. You don't have to do it alone and, if you can't trust us with something like that,... well, is there anyone else in your life who's going to care about you like your own brother and niece do? I'd like to think you'll come to count on me, too."

"Uhhh, I- I don't know what to say," Peggy said, again sincerely.

"Let's be friends," Gina explained with a smile.

"Oh. Gina, I appreciate everything you said, especially in light of how I treated you before, but,... I can't help feeling a little out of my,... place. I'm not sure,..."

"You said something,..." I ventured, looking at her back and trying to remember her exact words. "You said that back when you and Sheila knew each other was the happiest time of your life."

I knew why I said it, I just couldn't believe I did. Even as she turned around, I remembered her horrible words about what could have been accomplished for the price of a coat hanger and it was almost as though she read my mind. Or, was the depth of her shame and humiliation always there, like her beauty, only hidden by years of depression, addiction and hindsight?

"Yes, I did. It was. Despite what she was, she was fun. And she was a friend, a better one than Norah was, until,... To have it end the way it did, the way things turned out because of it,... Sweetie, it's like I told you, other than your father, nobody was innocent back then, not completely. Your mother may have had her problems, but she was hardly all bad. There were some very good points to her personality, points that you share. In a sense, solely blaming her for what I stupidly contributed to is almost as bad as blaming you."

" ... Really? I mean what you said about Sheila having good points?"

"Oh, yes. For example, she was a very generous person and good to her friends."




Dad's The Man Ch. 14



Okay, this was totally weird. Hearing something positive about Sheila? Oh, yeah. I could only regard her quietly as her eyes dropped to my nipples again.

"(cough) That's true," Daddy said. "She was generous and she could always cheer a person up. It's just that these things are easy to forget, what with all the rest of her shit."

Peggy nodded and finished the beer that was previously mine. I took another drink of my new one as she reached for the glass of wine I'd brought her earlier.

"You were all friends and hanging out," I said, not being able to resist checking out her cleavage again. "It does sound fun. I have the same thing with Daddy and Gina, you know. A tight little group that can depend on one another, like Gina said. This is definitely the happiest I've ever been."

"You're only nineteen," she said with a smile similar to the one she used to show when I was younger.

"Public school."

Peggy nodded, smiling a little wider as a new song started on the stereo, a slower one from Gina's selection of drivel that I actually like.

"Dance, Kat?" Gina asked.

" ... Sure."

"Come on, you two," Gina encouraged while hopping off the couch. "C'mon, happy days are here again." 

After Gina turned the music back up some, we met on the living room floor and put our arms around each other to begin moving slowly around, gently moving our hips to the slow, grindy beat. Both of our hands were on the small of the other's back in a loose embrace, our boobies touching as we looked back at them, still sitting. Peggy stared and took a gulp of her wine while Daddy looked around nervously.

"Come on, you two, it's a party, remember?" I prodded, not believing I was. I mean, this is the very same woman whose arm I wanted to tear off for using it to touch my father with, and she his own sister! But, it was like she wasn't the same woman.

They still weren't moving.

"Come on, they just need a little help," Gina said, separating from me to walk back to the chair and coax Peggy to her feet. I followed her and took Daddy's hand, offering a reassuring smile as I tugged on his arm.

"Don't mind me and Kat, Peggy," Gina advised as we led them to our improvised dance floor. "We're just silly, is all."

We put them together and they hesitantly took each other in a loose embrace, giving up awkward smiles as they did so. As Daddy's hand settled on her lower back, I caught a subtle change in how she held herself and I knew exactly how she felt, the way she felt she could rest in that hand. Hers rested on his shoulder, her thumb on bare skin while they held each other's hand, beginning to slowly move around the way they did 'back in the day', I suppose. 

Gina and I took our former embrace and tried not to stare at them as we began dancing again.

"You're crazy!" I whispered in her ear.

"It's the only way," she whispered back "You know it, or you wouldn't be helping."

"You're still crazy! You're worse than I am and Daddy's probably really gonna fuck your bum, now!"

"If this doesn't work out, things will get a lot worse than that. I'm sorry I forced this, but you know it's not just necessary, it's the right thing to do for her. For all of us."

"You had this planned."

"Not really. It just worked out that she showed up today. Look, slutty,... I hope you know that she can't be allowed to leave here, not until we can,... win her over."

"Yes,... I know." 

"I'm sorry, baby."

" ... I'm welding a lid on your cauldron, after this."

"This does kinda bring back old times," I heard Daddy admit with a nervous tone, I think just in an attempt to break the awkward silence between them. 

"It's been years since I've danced with anyone," Peggy confirmed with the same tone.

"I suppose I have two left feet?" he tentatively joked.

"No, you're doing good, just like I taught you back in the day."

"Okay," he sighed slightly as his smile relaxed a bit more along with his body.

She seemed to directly react to this change, relaxing some herself, actually moving closer and grinning nervously at him. With her heels, she wasn't much shorter than him and I couldn't help but be impressed at how she moved in them.

"This is fun," Peggy said, obviously a trifle lit up, by the look of her eyes. "I'm a little surprised at a couple of things, I have to admit, but,... John, I promise, I'll never, ever act the way I did the last time I was here. I'm so grateful you accepted my apology, god knows I wouldn't have if I were you. Certainly not, if I were Kathleen. You're both good people to do it and that's so fortunate for me."

Daddy only nodded and smiled, the gesture conveying his appreciation of her words as clearly to her as it did to me. At this point, Gina and I were glued to each other, chins on each other's shoulders. Our hands had fallen lower, to the very tops of out bums where they caressed slowly and softly.

By the time the next song started, one of the same speed and tone, Aunt Peggy and Daddy were even closer. Her big boobies were brushing his bare chest and now both her hands were on his shoulders, his at the small of her back. They were speaking in low tones and we couldn't make out their words for the music.

"What are they talking about?" I worried in Gina's ear.

"It's okay, they're smiling, especially Peggy. Probably talking about the old days, or something."

"Does this turn you on?" I asked.

" ... You know it does. They look so good together."

"Yeah, the resemblance- Oh, look!"

They'd suddenly stopped talking and hugged one another, Peggy's hands slipping under his arms and behind his shoulders as he held her tight, her cheek resting on his shoulder. They continued to hold one another like that as they danced and I wondered what they were talking about even more.

An unsuitable dance song came on next and we all sort of broke up to return to our seats of one common mind. 

"Gina, put something else in," I suggested.

"Okay, I know what's good for this party," she accepted, turning for the stereo.

As she was saying this, I suddenly noticed something completely out of this world and it prodded my horny on to a whole new level. On the front of Peggy's peach slacks was a smallish, dark, wet spot. My eyes flicked to Daddy and, sure enough, the hardon he had earlier was back, bigger than before and with a slightly larger wet spot at the front of his thin gym shorts. The effect, however, wasn't quite as stark on the dark cotton as it was on Peggy's slacks, and I stood there stifling the horniest giggle of my life while neither one noticed the smears of his cock juice.

I went and joined them, sitting where I had been earlier, as they were. I realized then, as we were all sipping from of our drinks, that I'd been so drawn by the smear that I didn't notice how Peggy's nipples had become quite erect.

"Um, we got a couple of documentaries for later, if you wanna stay, Aunt Peggy." I offered.

" ... Well,..." she began, looking at him uncertainly with lingering eyes as she checked out the raging hardon in his shorts, the one she must have felt while dancing with him. Daddy's eyes fought to stay in his head as they were distracted from her chest to the spot on her slacks. "Well, maybe I should go,... It's getting late and-"

"Oh, Peggy, don't go," Gina sincerely requested as she returned, plopping herself down beside her with an almost sad, pleading grin.

"Yeah," I agreed getting up on the couch and sitting with my legs under me, facing her with an inviting smile as she ripped her widened eyes away from Daddy's erection. "Stay with us, it's more fun with you here."

"Uhmm,..."

"We'll listen to music and dance and- Oh, my god, I can show you what we did with the basement!" I said, now with her hand in mine, hopping a little in my seat with excitement.

"Well, I,... Oh, sweetie, your nipple,... Your father can see, you should,..."

We all looked, me included, at how the whole top of one areola was now peeking out of my bra, the other nipple having actually fallen right out with only the bottom of that areola still hidden.

"Oh,... Daddy, my nipple fell out," I remarked while twisting it a little in my finger, incidentally pulling it further out before taking my hand away. "(giggle) Look, it's all hard and itchy."

"Oh, my god," Peggy breathed.

"Look at your nipples," Gina said. 

Now we all looked at hers as her jaw sagged a little further in surprise. They were standing out as proud and strong as mine were against her thin cammie.

" ... Uhmm-mm,..."

"It's okay, Auntie," I said. "Daddy's cock is all big and hard, too. See it?

"Oh, geez, kitten," he softly complained as I pointed to it.

She looked, her jaw agape as her glance lingered again as I reached out and took one of her nipples in my fingers through her stretched, full cammie.

"(gasp!)  Ohhh, sweetie,... You shouldn't- Ohh,...! Gina?"

"(giggle!)"

Gina had grabbed up her other nipple in her fingers and was doing what I was doing, looking up to meet Peggy's shocked look with a sexy smile.

"They're like Kat's nipples." she remarked. "I see what side of the family she gets them from."

"Mmm- uhn! Girls,... What are you,... doing?" she asked as her back arched, finding it hard to resist the simple, forward pleasure of what we were doing to her.

"We're having fun, Auntie," Gina answered. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

"Oh-h! B- but I shouldn't,... Oh, girls, please,..."

"Just relax," I advised, moving closer and giving her shoulder a light, brushing kiss. "We just like to play around a little,..."

"Yeah, just a bit of harmless fun," Gina agreed, moving in on her other shoulder and kissing her in the same manner I was, caressing around lightly with the fingertips of her other hand, exploring her way up the side of her neck, giving her some soft, lingering kisses there, too.

Peggy's eyes became riveted on Daddy's cock as we seduced her, back remaining arched, giving him quite a view as we pulled her breasts out and apart by her nipples. My father looked like he was in a trance. Poor Daddy.

I touched the wet spot at the front of her slacks and said, "Look, Aunt Peggy,... It's Daddy's precum from when you two were dancing. (giggle)"

"(gasp),... John,... Ooo-oohh."

"You should see his cock," Gina advised. "It's sooo perfect."

"Ohhh, this can't be happening!" Peggy insisted to nobody in particular as I flicked her earlobe with my tongue, feeling goose bumps under my fingers as I stroked the back of her neck.

Gina, the catlike creature she is when she's horny, was suddenly, but casually on her knees, her other hand joining mine at the back of her neck and suddenly kissing her mouth. The first was enough to break the ice, maybe even prepare her for the next one. With a gentle fistful of Peggy's hair, she upturned her face and sealed her mouth to hers, bending over her to kiss those full, red lips so passionately.

"Ummmm-mmmmbp!" Peggy objected. 

I giggled, watching Peggy spread her legs, trying to gain purchase in her seemingly weak attempt to repel Gina. Out of horny curiosity, I put my hand between her legs and squeezed a little, feeling her mound as her pelvis raised off the couch, hands trying to push both of us off at the same time. Her half hearted struggles only turned me on all the more and I gently, but firmly squeezed her pussy again, liking the feel of it as she squeezed her legs shut.

Looking at my father with a dirty grin, I said, "Look, Daddy," before tugging the front of her cammie down, spilling both her big boobies out for him to see. His cock was as hard as ever and, despite how he sat in shock, seemingly unable, or unwilling to interfere with our tactics, there was no question this was turning him on. I actually saw his cock twitch in his shorts as his sister's boobies were bared for him.

"Aren't they nice?" I asked him.

"Ohh, sweetie,... my tits,..."

Gina had let her mouth and hair go and they were both looking down at my aunt's bared chest.

"Daddy, aren't they nice?" I persisted.

Surprisingly, Peggy wasn't trying to cover herself, but only looking at him, and I wondered if she was asking herself why he didn't intervene, or what his opinion of her boobies would be.

" ... Yeah, they are,... Nice big tits," he said, chest heaving a little.

"Ohhh, John,..."

"I touched them once,..." he said as Gina stroked Peggy's hair, kissing her forehead while I played a finger over her dark, incredibly erect nipple. "Do you remember?"

" ... Yes,... An accident."

"Oh?" Gina asked curiously. "Tell us about it."

Of course, we all knew the story, but I knew having Peggy's side would prove interesting.

"It was a misunderstanding. It was dark and I made a mistake."

"What did you two do? Were you naked?"

" ... Yes, we both were. We- we touched each other,... all over."

"Oooooh, sounds like a fun mistake." Gina sleazed.

"Was he all nice and hard?" I asked.

"Yes, I,... made him that way."

"What else?" Gina sexily prodded.

"I- I spread my legs and put his hand on my pussy. It was all wet and he put his finger inside me. He didn't know."

"Did he play with your clit?" Gina almost whispered, still stroking Peggy's long, thick hair.

"Mmmm."

"Did you like it?"

"Oh, yes."

"Did he make you cum?"

My aunt paused, looking at me for a second before returning her eyes to Daddy, nodding and saying in a small voice, "Yes. He made me cum. I was so turned on,..."

"Did you want to fuck him?" Gina asked softly, "Did you want your brother's cock inside your pussy?"

" ... All the women in the group wanted him. He's,..."

"I know," Gina answered, driving her on as she took Peggy's other nipple in her fingers. "And he still is, isn't he?"

"Oh, yes. He's,... very,..."

"Mmm hmm," Gina agreed. So, what happened?"

" ... Well, he uhh,... He started rubbing my tits and, well, he knew I wasn't the right woman, then. We were both very upset and,... well, (ahem) you can only imagine."

"It must have been awful," Gina said, "I mean, wanting him like the other girls, being the closest one to him, but knowing he was so much further out of reach for you."

Peggy looked up at her with surprise added to her buzzed and reluctantly horny expression. Gina had hit the nail right on the head.

"It wasn't an accident,..." Gina suggested in a low, understanding tone. "Was it, Peggy?"

Peggy looked at Daddy, her eyes wide, and after a moment whispered, "No."

" ... You've loved him for twenty years, haven't you?"

" ... Longer than that."

We all looked at each other in silence at that point, a new and completely different understanding dawning on all of us, I think.

"I taught you to dance," Peggy told him, just above a whisper now. "I taught you how to treat a woman and how to ask for a date, what to do when you were out on one,... I taught you how to shave after Dad was gone and,... I really cared. I- I only wanted you to know how much." 

Oh yes, this explained so much, indeed. I couldn't help but feel bad and there was no question of my ability to identify with her.

"Peggy,..." he said. "I didn't,..."

"I know. You didn't know,... I married Dennis to try to get away from how I felt about you, but it didn't work. I pushed Sheila on you for the same reason. I knew she was easy, I just didn't think all that happened would happen. I was only trying to,... deal with myself.

"And,... I was taking advantage when I asked you to do all that you did at my house over the years, but I,... Well, I really only wanted to see you. You never came out, otherwise."

Tears were beginning to trickle down Peggy's cheeks at this point and another silence ensued after her latest bomb finished scattering the debris of my ignorance. Finally, Daddy broke the still with his low, but strong, reassuring voice.

"Peg,... would you like to dance again?"

" ... Oh, yes, please." She said, the tiniest smile returning to her face.

Without a word, I scampered to the stereo to put something appropriate on, trying not to take my eyes from them in the meantime as Daddy stood and held his hand out to her. She took it and let him help her out of the couch, Gina smiling wide and reaching up to slip his shirt off of his shoulders. They went out to the floor, Peggy's boobs still fully exposed, but ignored by her in favour of a smile that dared to hope, almost the same smile as the one I saw in that old picture, the one that knew for a fact that life was grand.

Soft rock from the eighties started playing at just the right volume as I moved back to the couch to join Gina, my smile as wide as hers, murmuring, "Can you believe it? Oh, my god, it's such a good thing you did this!"

"Like I said, I really didn't have things planned this way. Plus, I suspected something was off with her by the things you told me, but I never would've guessed,..."

They were smiling and talking in low tones again, her big boobies pressed against his strong, broad, hairy chest in their close embrace, the same one they were in when they stopped dancing the last time. When they started kissing, I turned to look at Gina, finding her enraptured with her hand rubbing between her legs.

I sat down close to her, slouching a little with my feet on the floor, and spread my legs. Watching Daddy and Aunt Peggy, I began playing with myself, squeezing miffy and stroking her through my scant denim cutoffs, feeling the rougher material rubbing over my panties as I pressed harder.

Soon, Gina was sitting beside me, Putting one of her legs over mine and spreading her other. She almost daintily lifted the front of her skirt with a carefree smile, pulling it up and looking at what she uncovered as though she couldn't remember having put on the green panties she saw. She looked at me, then between my legs.

"I think you should take your panties off," I informed her as I began unbuttoning my cutoffs.

"So do I. You should take yours off, too."

"(giggle) Okay."

We both diverted our attention to Daddy and Peggy as we accomplished this. They were still kissing, now licking each other's tongues, grinding so slowly to that old song about sexual healing. Wow, I couldn't have picked a better song for that occasion.

Gina's panties were off, as were mine and my cutoffs in quick time. We got resettled, crossing thighs with our legs spread obscenely as we each took another drink. 

This time, when she lifted her skirt, she actually seemed happier with what she saw, her little smile sparkling in her eyes as she stroked her pubic hair. 

I put my fingers between my legs and looked over at Gina again, seeing her stroke her lips, stopping long enough to tease her clitoris before going back to her lips. I reached over and slowly worked my finger up her pussy, she reaching over to return the favour before we looked back to the dancing couple.

His hand was on the top of her round bum, one of his big fingers reaching down between her cheeks a little way as Peggy's hands slowly rubbed his sides and back. They pressed to one another, my aunt's pelvis grinding so subtly against Daddy as she danced between his hand and body.

Peggy happened to notice our little arrangement and her eyes widened, the attention of her lips to his neck pausing. She was excited by it. I could tell and she went right back to what she was doing while watching us subtly squirm to our own and each other's fingers.

Daddy's hand slowly rubbed its way down one side of her bum, all the way to the bottom where he cupped that cheek, giving it a little squeeze and pull that made her eyelids flutter. She ground harder into him and put one of her hands at the back of his neck, red nails on long fingers taking a gentle grip of hair as she seductively bit his shoulder.




Dad's The Man Ch. 14



"Oh, my god, they are so hot!" Gina breathed.

They were. There was just something about them. It wasn't hard to tell how much she loved him, either.

"She's got a great bum. She looks so sexy in those pants," I breathed.

"Dad seems to think so, too," she remarked, pressing at my clit a little and making me jump.

It was true. Now his hand was freely roaming around her bum, softly here, harder there, squeezing and kneading indiscriminately. He was bent over a little, kissing her neck while his other hand held her side, just under one of her boobs. Her eyes were closed and I could tell she was moaning softly, like Gina and I were below the music, as she enjoyed the attention, even forgetting about us as his hand went almost between her legs.

The song ended and they slowly parted with a few quiet words and horny, warm smiles to come back to the seating area where we were. The smear on Peggy's slacks was bigger now and her face was flushed as they approached us and our naughty expressions.

"Care to join us?" Gina asked them with a warm, sultry manner.

"(giggle)- Ooooh."

Peggy's eyes went right between my legs again, then Gina's as they paused there at her invitation. My girlfriend/sister and I separated, moving apart and out of reach of one another to make room for them between us, one leg bent and up on the seat cushion. They hesitated another moment, indecision in Peggy's eyes, but then Daddy guided her to the couch to a seat beside Gina, then sat between Peggy and I.

They both looked at us, our hands back between our legs as we smiled back at them, me giggling and taking another drink.

"You two are evil." he said.

"Evil geniuses." I corrected.

"Whatever the fuck," he replied, shaking his head with a sort of desperate smile. 

He was obviously excited and I couldn't help but wonder just how long he really did think about that encounter with his sister years ago, how long and how deeply he fantasized. 

"Are you having fun, though?" I asked as he leaned forward to retrieve their drinks.

"Like waking up on a rollercoaster, yeah," he said.

We laughed a little at this joke, even Peggy and, when they'd taken their drinks, Gina asked, "Peggy, are you having a good time?"

She hesitated and glanced at her brother before admitting, "Yes,... I am."

"Daddy loves your boobies, Auntie. See him always looking?"

" ... Uh-mm, yes."

"You like it, don't you?" Gina asked. "Sitting here with us, your tits out so he can see."

" ... Yes, I do."

"Did you like grinding against his cock while you were dancing?"

"Ohh,... yes, I- I did. It feels so perfect, like I remember.

"You two should put your hands down each other's pants," I suggested.

" ... Oh,... I,... don't think-" Peggy stammered, looking at his lap, but interrupted by his hand unbuttoning the front of her pants.

"John,... Oh, baby, you're,..." she stammered, looking at me and not knowing what to do.

"Put your hand down his shorts and play with his cock," I told her with a little excited bounce as Gina and I hungrily watched him unzip the front of her cum smeared slacks to reveal a pair of black cotton, high cut bikini panties.

"Yeah,..." Gina breathed, looking like she was close to an orgasm as she worked herself. "Play with each other's bodies. Grab his cock, Peggy, he's nice and hard for you."

"Oh, my,...! Peggy gasped as Gina spread one of her legs and Daddy's hand disappeared down the front of her pants. He watched himself do this as though he couldn't believe it himself while her freshly shocked features did the same.

"Ohhhhh, Johnny!" she suddenly cried out, raising her pelvis with a jerk, her mouth left open to gasp wordlessly as his hand went even deeper over the black cotton and down between her legs.

Her eyes closed and her back arched as she pushed herself into his hand, sighing, jaw half open and trembling like the hand that slowly crept to his thigh. He covered her open mouth with his and she hummed long and low down his throat as her hand passed over his hard cock.

It seemed to jerk when she touched it, like it was electrified, before she slowly, almost carefully ran her palm up and down its length, fingers spread wide and straight. Her moans were becoming a little throatier, lower as Daddy's hand found a slow rhythm at her pussy.

Gina leaned in and took one of my aunt's boobies in her hands and began sucking the still erect nipple as she continued to play with herself, only more urgently. Peggy, after a moment's hesitation, put her other hand at the back of her head, affectionately running her long nails through black tresses so much like her own.

While Peggy's still trembling hand graduated to gripping Daddy's thick, stiff length, I moved down from my seat and got in front of her so I could slowly pull her pants down and off, meeting no resistance. She spread her legs willingly this time, her feet still in her high heels, and I saw how shiny wet her panties were as Daddy's hand strayed inside them through the leg hole.

"Ohh-h! Ohhh,...!", Gina whined urgently. 

Approaching orgasm, she'd taken her lips from Peggy's nipple to see my aunt's fingers slipping under the waistband of her brother's gym shorts. She stopped suddenly, obviously finding his cockhead and playing with it as he flinched, groaning as she worked him.

"Ohhh! Fuuuck! Oh! Uhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhh!? ... "Ahh!! OH, FUUUUUUUCCK!! Mmmmmmmmmmm!!" Gina yelled, orgasming hard.

She went back to sucking Peggy's other nipple, humming deliriously, watching Daddy and Peggy play with each other while she came around from her rushing climax.

Peggy barely registered this event and was now stroking his cock in his shorts, up and down slowly as she made low, husky sounds of extreme pleasure, her mouth open and watching me. Kneeling in front of him now, I pulled at his shorts. He lifted to allow for their removal and she stared as his manhood came into view, her hand paused in mid stroke. 

As soon as they were off, I delivered the final shock of the night by spreading his legs and licking his balls, all the way up to her fingers, then up his length. I licked his precum off and went down on him, sucking slowly and surely while Aunt Peggy held it for me, humping the finger that was wandering into her pussy with higher, more insistent notes of bliss.

I let his cock go and looked at her with an open expression and explained, "He was all I knew and nobody else measured up."

She blinked and I saw a look of surprised understanding in her eyes and caught what might have been an accompanying nod, or possibly a physical reaction to the finger Daddy now had inserted all the way up her pussy. 

Gina then stretched across Peggy's lap in order to also go down on him as Peggy continued to hold his cock there. As she started sloppily sucking the head, I decided to go back to licking his balls. Peggy got louder as Daddy finger fucked her, kissing her neck again as she slowly began to pump his cock with her hand. This was just too much and my hand went right back between my legs.

"Mmm," Gina said after a minute, then advising, "Peggy, suck his cock with your niece."

Peggy and I looked at each other a short moment as she bucked to Daddy's hand before I got up, put my knee on the couch and leaned forward. Putting an arm around her neck, I encouraged her with a passionate kiss, then another that ended with me licking her lips, kissing her chin and drawing her forward while I continued to play with myself.

She glanced at him once as I helped her slump into his lap, Gina Helping to rearrange her legs on the couch so that she ended up laying on her side, legs still spread for Daddy's fingers. Gina's fingers then disappeared down the front of my aunt's panties to join his. He reached out, his hand going underneath Gina's top and pulled her bra down, using it after to draw her closer so he could neck with her.

Peggy, meanwhile, was looking at Daddy's cock a few inches from her face with wonder, as though she suddenly had performance anxiety now that she was face to face with what she'd loved and wanted all those years. I licked the front of it, right up to his helmet and did it again as I held his cock up off his belly for us. Soon, a fresh puddle of precum formed at the tip before her enraptured, fluttering eyes. Her moans and gasps turned intense as she looked back at me.

"Oh, sweetie! Ohhhhh! I'm gonna cum! Gonna-! Cum! OHHH! ... AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHH, JOHNYYYYY, I'M FUCKIN' CUMMINNGG, OH, GODDD!!"

She went down on him suddenly, near the end of her spectacular orgasm, taking more of him in her mouth than even I can and holding it there as she cried the rest of her great release around it. She began slowly bobbing up and down as her pelvis relaxed, it's strained, repeated jerking coming to a halt as Gina and Daddy played with the less sensitive areas of her pussy.

Soon, the clean, slow strokes of her lips on his cock became faster, sloppier and included lewd slurping sounds as her eyes closed and she brought her hand into play. 

Well, if I thought I was a good cocksucker, I have to say that Peggy had me fixated on her technique. She's incredible and it hit me that I was learning how to better suck my father's cock by his sister's truly expert example. Two of my fingers now plunged in and out of miffy and I was getting so close I could taste it. 

She noticed me watching and stopped, giving me a warm smile and offered in a slow, sultry voice, "Come on, kitten, lick your daddy's cock with me." 

I didn't need to be asked twice. I gladly lent my tongue to her efforts as Daddy sucked on Gina's boobies and fingered her wet pussy, Gina's hand still playing inside my aunt's panties and making her jump and flinch, whine and gasp as I was.

My orgasm hit me suddenly, while we were both licking his cockhead, allowing our tongues to dance with each other as we had fun with his beautiful tool. Short, loud, bawling wails of mind shattering pleasure were forced from my mouth as I paused in my work, allowing my cheek to rest on Daddy's thigh as Peggy's other hand stroked my hair and the side of my straining, orgasmic face.

She leaned over and gave my parted lips a kiss and went back to sucking his cock, though still watching me, suddenly flinching to something Gina did in her panties, eyes closing for a second before she opened them, deepthroating him with a long, sighing moan.

As I was just getting over my orgasm, Gina, Daddy's mouth at her boob, hand between her legs, panted, "Oh, I,... mmm! I think Dad and Peggy should (sigh) Go to his room and,... fuck!"

It was hard to tell if she was finishing her sentence, or expressing her pleasure, but Peggy took her younger brother's hard member out of her mouth and looked up and over her shoulder at the suggestion.

"They are very persistent, aren't they?" she asked him in a voice that conveyed an almost sleazy desire more than her actual question, her hips rolling to Gina's hand at the same time.

"You can't imagine," he answered. 

Gina's bra was completely gone from under the little hanging scrap of top, now pulled to the side, uncovering the boob that Daddy still held. 

"And it's hard to tell which one's worse," he continued, gently shaking Gina by a finger up her pussy. "This little witchy girl here, for example,... You were supposed to be the predictable one."

"I know, and I'm sorry, but that,..." she trailed off, looking at Peggy.

" ... Should be my job," my aunt finished. "Is that right, honey?"

Gina grinned, nodded and (wow) I watched our little family of lovers begin to evolve yet again.

Peggy's hand slowly stroked Daddy while I played with one of her nipples, watching as she looked at him with a warm smile and said, "I don't think there's any harm in doing what,... what they want. Do you?"

I smiled and stroked her arm while he shook his head with an affectionate grin, replying, "No. Not at this point. But,... You girls leave us alone for a while, okay?"

" ... You mean we can't watch?" I asked, disappointed.

"No," Gina answered for them, "We should let them,... connect."

"(giggle!)" I agreed.

We let them up and Daddy scooped her off her feet and into his arms. That's when she actually giggled, hanging on with an expression of happiness I'd never seen on her face before, would never have expected to see and, in fact, would've bet my car against the possibility that she'd ever have it there. She couldn't take her eyes off of him and she suddenly reminded me of myself, how I felt when I knew I had him.

"If you need anything at all, consider us your personal room service girls," Gina advised them with a sexy smile that she then turned on me. "We'll be right out here keeping one another company."

I can still hear them in there during that first time, how Peggy's broken cries of pleasure spoke of the love they were making in there, the kind of sex that puts physical form to the emotion, separate and apart from just 'fucking' and the kind that Daddy always knows when to use. We got off just listening to them, playing with ourselves, with each other, eating each other's pussies to the sounds of Peggy's frantic hollering later on when he did 'fuck' her. 

They called for drinks once and we went in all smiles, beholding Daddy lying on his back with Peggy sitting upright on his midsection. I openly looked closer and saw that his big cock was driven right up inside her, seemingly his entire length.

Gina saw this as well and her jaw dropped a little, looking at them as I was, they smiling right back at us. They promised the party would continue tomorrow and 'shoo'd' us out of the room, my happily smiling aunt giving my bum a light slap when I turned to leave.

Gina and I stayed up a while later, allowing ourselves to sober up a little, listening to more of Aunt Peggy getting fucked senseless by Daddy before going in to my room to pass out together, half naked and still horny.

Like I say, I have a very interesting and exciting life for someone who doesn't get out a lot.



Dad's The Man Ch. 15



Aug. 15/09

All four of us had little smiles on our faces during breakfast the next morning. Daddy and Peggy kept looking at each other, Gina and I at them.

We were all cleaned up, me in a pair of jeans, white tank with a black bra, Gina in a sexy, mid thigh length, silk dress with a red and gold Chinese print. Peggy wore her cammie and a black skirt that I lent her, a medium length, loose fitting one I'd altered with the Singer that rode high in waist and hemline on her, fitting short and snug.

We finished and still nobody said much of anything, as though we were all playfully letting the tension of our curiosity build for fun. Once again, I checked out her hips in that skirt when she got up while Gina and I cleared the dishes.

"Aunt Peggy, you're so hot,..." I toned, watching her walk away.

I don't think she was prepared for that, neither the compliment or the tone in which I delivered it. She turned around with a slight flush and a smile.

"Thank you, kitten," she replied sincerely, obviously appreciating the compliment, regardless of her initial reaction. "You really did a great job with this skirt, by the way."

"Thanks. You have it."

" ... Really?"

"Yeah,... looks way better on you than me."

"Thank you, I- I don't know where I'll wear it," she chuckled, looking down at it again, "but I do like it on me. A little like the old days, I suppose."

"You can wear that out," Gina told her as we finished clearing the table. "Right, Dad?"

Peggy turned for his opinion as he hesitated.

" ... It's not like it's that short,... it's just that it makes you look,... heh."

"That's no help!" Gina complained with an adoring smile for him.

"Well, shit," he defended, "It's not indecent, but she looks too good in it."

"I think you should wear it out," I added. "Daddy said it's not indecent, so that's good enough."

"See?" he asked his sister, gesturing to us with his hand. "See what it's like?"

"Yes, they're playing with you. Because you're they're big teddy bear, what do you expect?" she teased.

"(giggle)"

"You're staying, right, Peggy?" Gina asked hopefully.

"Staying?" she asked, finally going to sit with Daddy on the couch.

"Yes, like tonight,... and tomorrow night,... maybe longer."

"Yeah, a lot longer," I clarified.

"Well,... I don't know about,... Uhm, as for the weekend, I'd be happy to stay. Any longer than that would need discussion," she said, sitting there with her knees together in propriety, looking at Daddy in actual deference.

"I definitely think you should stay the weekend," he said. "As for longer than that, you're right, we'll decide that later."

"Right," she said, straightening the collar of his shirt with a little grin, then asking, "So what about the skirt? Do I wear it out, or just for you?"

"Oh, jeez, back to the skirt,... Okay, wear it out if you want, but I wouldn't wear anything shorter. Or tighter."

She winked at us and we chuckled as she gave him a kiss, then informed us uncomfortably, "Actually, uhh, if I'm going to stay, I could use a few things from home,... More clothes and,... things women need when they're away from home."

"I'll take you," Gina piped up before I could even open my mouth to make the offer myself.

Actually, I was hoping you would."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I'd like to have a chance to get to know you better."

"Oh,... I'd very much like that."

"Kitten, I see you pouting. I'll connect with you soon, sweetie, don't you worry. I want to make sure we're good, you and I."

"Yes," I agreed, happier with this news and not having a problem with how she was taking, what I'd have to call, the 'lead female role' in the house. I suppose I'm just used to her being in charge when I was over at her house all those times.

They left soon after, Gina excitedly asking Peggy if she'd ever ridden in a Vette before on their way out, my aunt telling her she hadn't almost as excitedly.

Daddy and I did up the dishes like in the old days, talking about yesterday's events and the things she'd told us. After we were finished, he pulled my pants down and off, sat me on the table and made love to me like that until I came with sweet tears in my eyes. He erupted inside me moments later while we were kissing and, while his hot cum leaked out of miffy, all I could think was how much I love my Daddy. It was so nice.

When Peggy and Gina got back, almost three hours later, they each had a small suitcase and happy smiles. After depositing her bags in Daddy's room, Peggy came back out, still with the skirt I'd given her, but now wearing a soft, white blouse with long sleeves and a very stylish, long collar that reached down the moderately plunging neckline.

Gina was wearing what she was before she left, however, her hair was now half up and very stylish.

"Nice, isn't it?" Gina asked when she saw me looking.

"Yeah, it is. You look all elegant."

"Peggy did it for me."

Having kissed Daddy while he sat watching colourful racecars whipping around a road course, Peggy walked up to us then and put a hand on Gina's lower back, saying, "We had a good time. Gina is a very interesting young woman."

"So are you," Gina returned, a focused look in her eyes as she met my aunt's gaze.

They both moved closer and shared a brief kiss before Peggy turned to me, catching me looking down her top at the frilly white bra her nice, full boobies now rested in.

"She does seem to have a problem with her eyesight, though." the older woman said before looking back at Gina and explaining, "Honey, I'm forty-four, that's hardly young.

"You look younger," Gina countered.

"That's just the Hale gene pool, don't be fooled."

"I love your boobies," I said with a smile as I looked down her shirt again.

"And you're so attractive," Gina noted, looking at her all funny again, affectionately rubbing her back while I pulled her collar away from her chest for a better look. "You have that Liz Taylor quality."

"Now you're just shitting me."

"Not at all. You're as beautiful as Dad is handsome," Gina complimented, moving closer and giving her another kiss on the lips while I undid the top button of Peggy's blouse so I could get a better view of her assets.

"Mmm. Oh, kitten, sweetie,... she said apologetically, "I should tell you- both of you- that I uh, really don't play with women. I mean, last night we were a little drunk and we went a little further than,... Well, kisses and hugs, and little things like that are one thing, but,... you know."

"Didn't you like when I was playing with your clit?" Gina asked with a coy smile, massaging the back of Peggy's neck.

"Well,... yes, but,... that doesn't mean,... Besides, you two do have each other."

We were both right on top of her, horny for her and completely undaunted. Emboldened with my wingman in play, I undid another button and pulled her blouse apart so I could see most of her bra clad boobies. Gina's other hand began caressing the top of Peggy's chest as the older woman watched with a tolerant smile, but stayed as firm as her boobs.

"Seriously, girls, I'm sorry, but,..."

In answer, I casually hooked a finger under her skirt and pulled it up, exposing the front of her white, high cut bikini panties for my inspection.

"Ooh, kitten, you shouldn't- (gasp) Kitten!"

"(giggle)"

I'd hooked a finger of my other hand in the waistband of said panties and hauled them down so I could see her dark muff of pubic hair, a bit more than what Gina leaves, and her pussy. Gina was stooping slightly to see this as I was and holding her still against her reflexive instinct to back away from us.

"Peg, let 'em do whatever they want with you," Daddy said from the couch.

"John,...!"

"You two, never mind what she says, go ahead and play with her."

"Thanks, Daddy," we replied in happy concert as Gina pulled her blouse open the rest of the way.

We began gently shoving her into the living room, against her surprise and nervous movements to cover herself, and hauled her down to the carpet to set upon her, like two predators taking down a prey that was too big for one alone.

Once there, Gina grabbed her boobs through her bra and started kneading them as though she'd found what she'd been looking for all her life, kissing and licking her cleavage while I reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She moaned and whined, twisted and writhed, but was unable to put up much resistance after Daddy's ruling.

"Ohh! Oh, Gina, honey, please!"

"Slutty, look at her nipples."

I looked and saw that, even under her bra, they were erected like the night before and I giggled as Gina grabbed one and pinched it up further. We were kneeling on either side of her chest and, as Gina took it upon herself to free my aunt's boobies from her bra, I turned my attention back to her skirt, tugging it up, spreading her thighs and looking at her bared pussy. Leaning over her, I put my face between her legs and kissed her lips.

"Uhh! Oh, kitten, what are you doing?"

"Stuff."

"Oooooohh!"

I kissed her already moistening lips again, then began softly, slowly licking them.

"Uh-h!?" Oh,...!"

I spread her legs further while Gina pulled her own dress up over her head and off, revealing her bright red, satiny bra and panty set.

"Mmmm- (slurp)" I commented.

"Ooooh, Peggy, look at your slutty little niece eating your pussy."

"Oooo-ooohh!"

"Does it feel good?"

"Yesss!"

"She's veeery slutty, isn't she?" Gina asked, taking Peggy's boobies in her hands again.

"Yeah, Oh! Oh, she's,... licking my clit! Oooooh, kitten, my clit!"

"Oh, slutty, let me have a turn at that."

I straightened up and smiled at my shell shocked aunt, feeling her juices all around my mouth, innocently saying, "You taste yummy."

"Ohhh, kitten,...! Ohh!" she added when Gina's tongue began probing between her legs.

I quickly shed my jeans and panties, maneuvered around so that I was suddenly straddling her shoulders, almost sitting on her upper chest as I looked down at her newly startled expression.

"See miffy, Aunt Peggy?"

"Oh! Oh, sweetie,... Ohh!"

"Daddy, take your pants off and come over, okay? I want Peggy to watch you fuck me. Okay, Daddy?"

"Fuck, you're a dirty little whore."

"(Giggle!)"

His pants were off before he got there and I leaned back a little, rotating my pelvis up for better alignment to Daddy's oncoming, fully erect cock.

"Auntie, you put it in me," I excitedly dared her. "But, lick it first and make it all wet."

It hung just above her face and, around her moans, she closed her eyes, tilted her face back and opened her mouth for Daddy's meat. An impressive amount of him slid inside her mouth before she closed her lips and played her tongue over it, sucking a little and working up saliva. It was coated when he drew out of her mouth and some of it got on her face as it immediately bobbed up to position.

I spread my legs and, with trembling hand, she guided Daddy's cock to my wet and ready lips, an inch above her mouth, jerking and crying out randomly at Gina's ministrations. He pushed and she watched our pelvises slowly meet right above her face. I groaned as loud as he did and felt Peggy's hands start to caress my waist.

He began that slow grind and I whined, "Auntie, li- lick my bum."

After a few moments, I began feeling her hot, wet tongue exploring the area just below my opening. I was a bit surprised to notice Gina, her face wet like mine, having left the area between Peggy's legs to watch this.

"Ohh, Peggy,..." she breathed, "Isn't that sooo nice? Dad, put it in her mouth now."

"Lauuummm- ommm!" she replied, taking the cock that suddenly found its way out of miffy and into her mouth. "Mmmm, mmmm."

"Shove it in as far as you can, Daddy," I breathed, watching this awesome spectacle while he grabbed my boobies through my T-shirt.

She took a lot of him, more than she did last night and more than a few minutes prior, choking so whorishly on his cock before he backed off and pulled right out of her, shoving it back into me.

"Oh,...! Daddy, fuck me! Yeah,...!"

He fucked me like he was before for about fifteen seconds before he pulled out again and went back into Peggy's mouth, but this time, when she'd finished and he'd removed his cock, Gina changed things up.

"Lick your niece's pussy lips, auntie. Suck her clit. ... Ooooh, yeah. That's the way. See how much she likes that?"

Boy, did I. It wasn't just the fact that it was my Aunt, but it definitely made the moment all the more mind blowing as Peggy did what she was told. She poked around at first with the tip of her tongue before becoming acclimatized, before her licking became more purposeful. I cried out, stroking Daddy's cock as her tongue explored my erect clitoris. He suddenly pulled my T-shirt off, then my bra, exposing my boobies with a bounce, and grabbed my nipples as I arched my back.

"Put your mouth right on it. Suck her pussy and stick your tongue inside. ... Mmmmmm,... doesn't miffy taste nice, Peggy?"

She whimpered a reply that could have been agreement, or complaint as my moaning grew louder.

"Slutty, turn around so you can eat your aunt's pussy. That way she can lick your clit while your dad fucks you."

A great idea. I immediately got turned around and was just settled on my knees with enough time to look over my shoulder, when I saw Peggy starting him at miffy's lips.

Gina grabbed my bum and spread my cheeks, a horny grin on her face as Daddy pushed forward and in. Peggy still watched like it was the first time she'd seen it.

"Now, lick her clit, Peggy. Suck her and make her cum."

"Ohh, Daddy!" I wailed. "Soo big!"

While Peggy did as told, Daddy started removing the rest of Gina's clothing, running his hands all over her body as he stayed parked inside miffy, filling her completely and making me feel so complete. I turned and went down on my aunt, getting satisfaction out of her electrified response and thrilling anew when my father started pumping miffy.

Like before, every once in a while, he would remove himself from me in order to briefly fuck Peggy's mouth with his slickened shaft. She took it in each time, gratefully by the pleased sounds she was making around it, before they went back to miffy. I made her cum a lot sooner than I would have expected.

"Uhh! Ohh! Kitten, sweetie! Fu-! Oh, sweetie, you're making me cum! Ohh,... UHHHH- UAAAAAWWWWW!" AHHHH! AHHHHHHH!! Oh, sweetie, yesss!!"

I thrilled to the feel of her voluptuous build powerfully bucking and jerking beneath me, the rest of her blissful yells impeded by Daddy's cock in her mouth.

I came when I heard his yell, his hot cum filling miffy with blast after blast after blast, making me cry out, grinding into him as hard as I could. He had me by the hips and, when he was done and while he was still hard, he pumped me some more, gently this time, while Peggy continued to lick my clit and I wailed and squawked with abandon.

I felt his cum running out of me, trickling down to where Peggy's mouth and tongue were doing wonders to me. She either didn't notice, or didn't care, lapping both our orgasmic juices up as they flowed to her lips.

That's when Gina came, too, probably by her own hand, although I was too busy to look around when I heard her squealing and gasping.

I'm still a little amazed and surprised at how she loves the fact that we're all related. It's like she could just watch us and get off vicariously, rather than take part, and I have to admit, I love the thought of somebody watching. I suppose when four partners are sharing each other, vicarious thrills are all part of the picture.

Peggy very much liked her experience with 'her girls', as she referred to us after this little scene, and she seems to have a whole new way of looking at us now, a different way of seeing us. I like it.

Not much later, we were all on the couch, half sitting, half lying on and across one another in our nighties, Daddy in a pair of boxers. I was watching the TV, like I thought everyone else was, when I felt a nudge. I looked at Gina, her smile and then where her subtle gesture was directed to see Peggy quietly and contentedly sucking on Daddy's cock. She'd unbuttoned the front of his boxers and pulled it out, the side of her face resting on his bare belly, still gripping it at its base as she momentarily stopped sucking to lick around the rim of his cockhead.

Daddy's hand slowly stroked her hair back from the side of her face as she made herself happy with the thing she'd wanted for so long and, in that moment, I felt intense happiness for them both.

She went on sucking him like that, almost lazily and as though it wasn't even happening for some time, maybe almost a half hour until his hips jerked ever so little, a well matched sigh accompanying this repeated movement. She closed her eyes and sucked at his cockhead during his subtle orgasm, her cheek still on his belly while pumping his length slowly and I watched her throat work as she quietly swallowed her brother's entire load.

I looked at Gina, finding her eyes riveted to the scene, lids half closed, her hand between her legs as Peggy stayed where she was, still suckling Daddy's cockhead while softly stroking his length with two fingertips.

I know how Gina feels but, besides the incest kink, they just look so right together. And it suddenly feels more like a real family than ever, despite afore mentioned kink, the way it seems to have worked out for everybody how it has, providing each of us with exactly what we need in the others. It's just fabulous.

Aug. 16/09

I love Sundays. Why, I don't know because it's the last day of the weekend before Daddy has to go back to work, but there's a particular glow over the house on Sunday. It's like the time when all of our experiences of the weekend and the week before come together in a positive, mutual feeling, or emotion. It was the perfect day for the little talk between me and Aunt Peggy, I suppose.

Daddy and Gina had gone out to pick up our supper from half way across town and we were in his room, both of us knowing the time had arrived, but allowing the subject to come up naturally. She was showing me the clothes she'd brought with her, admitting that she'd tried to pick out stuff that Daddy would like on her, some of it on the moderately daring side.

"I just don't have any stuff like that anymore," she said with a bit of a frown as she looked at a light blue, pleated skirt.

I sat on the bed with the usual jeans and my small, pink and white T-shirt that has Woody Woodpecker on the front, looking at a nice maroon blouse and said, "This is pretty nice."

"For a funeral, maybe. Yeah, it's nice, but it's that one good, stuffy blouse that you can wear on those kinds of occasions and I relate it."

"How long have you had it?"

" ... Seven years, anyway."

"Hm. Well, it's still nice, but I guess I understand,... Why don't you just run some older stuff through your Singer? Like you said you did when you were my age, like you taught me?"

"Yeah, I might."

"I'll help. Daddy says I've gotten pretty good with my machine."

"Going by that skirt, I can see you have," she said, holding up a pair of dark blue slacks. "And by the looks of some of my so-called good clothes, I'll need all the help I can get."

"Actually, you've kind of inspired me on slacks. You look so good in them. You should come out with me soon and help me pick out a pair."

"Awesome," she said with a genuine smile.

"And I'll buy you something nice. Something pink and slutty."

She chuckled at this, but said, "Kat, sweetie,... you don't have to buy things for me and, considering the way I,... took advantage over the years, I'd really rather you didn't. I hope you understand."




Dad's The Man Ch. 15



"Yup. But, I'm going to get you something anyway. Things are different now, you know."

"They certainly are."

"I guess you never would have expected me and Daddy, huh?"

" ... Actually, I did."

"You- you did?"

"The expression on your face when I visited that night when I was taking a look at your father's arm, the way you were dressed and,... subtly asserting yourself."

"Really? Hm, I thought,..."

Don't worry, I know you, is all, plus I,... had reasons for my mind going there. Anybody else would have fallen for it."

"Well, that's comforting. But,... what did you think?"

"Of you two? Well, what could I think? I felt cheated and I was jealous and mad. The whole incest factor really had little to do with how I felt as far as any strong emotions go and I was hardly in any position to judge. I suppose that was an idea I'd learned to accept a long time ago. But that was just a suspicion. It was Gina I was really,... jealous of. Women who can get at all close to your father start to see things in him before long and,... I couldn't compete. My suspicions of you didn't help my jealousy. I'm sorry."

"It's no problem, auntie, I understand. I felt the same way, like when you visited that time and you were looking at Dad's arm, but the incest thing never really came into it. And when you told us what you did, well,... it turns out we're two peas in a pod, as Daddy says."

She smiled and got on the bed, gently arranging my hair as I smiled back, happy that was out in the open and settled in stone.

"Besides," I added, "you did see him first."

Peggy chuckled at this little joke, then said with a sense of hesitation, "Gina's told me how things worked out between the three of you,... Please don't take this the wrong way, but I admire your nerve. A long time ago, I tried to make things happen and I made such a mess that I couldn't even try to fix things, but you succeeded."

"It would have been pretty bad if I didn't, though. I could have easily lost them both. Besides,..."

" ... Yes?"

"Well, I wonder,..." I dithered, trying to find the right words. "Well, when you visited his bed that night, years ago,... No offense, Auntie, but I'm impressed by your nerve. How did you ever bring yourself to do it?"

" ... Well, sweetie, I was pretty liquored up. We all were."

"Everyone was there?"

"Everyone. Me, Dennis, Sheila, your dad, Norah and her husband Paul. Dennis was in our bed, passed out for work the next day, your father in the spare room. He'd actually cut himself off before he got too out of it, being the responsible type he always was, but he was feeling pretty good.

"So, that leaves me, Norah, Sheila and Paul. Norah was a big time lush back then, easily the worst of us, and was passed out cold on my couch. Meanwhile, your mo- ... Sorry,... Sheila and Paul were still awake and somewhat functional. Before I know it, Sheila's got her top unbuttoned and she's showing Paul her tits."

"Wh- Right in front of you? In front of Norah?"

"They'd been flirting for a bit up to then and Norah figured it was all just the normal, friendly stuff. Wrong. See, when Norah passed out drunk, she was out. You couldn't kick that woman awake and they knew it as well as I did. As for me,... I'd caught her before and said nothing."

She stopped, turning her eyes to the foot of the bed and, somehow, I knew she wanted a drink. I remained silent and she soon drew a deep breath and cleared her throat while exhaling, preparing for what she'd say next.

"I lied to you. When I told you a long time ago that I suspected she was cheating. I knew she was, knew she was the town bicycle and I never told him. As I said last night, while I initially pushed Sheila at your father in order to force myself to some proper understanding, in time she became a different kind of opportunity, once I knew it wouldn't work anymore than Dennis did. And,... she made it easy to forget. I was drunk a lot then, like the rest of the group, and she had a way about her,... Well, like I say, we were friends.

"But, in the end, I needed her around because she was the perfect way, the perfect,... in, if you know what I mean. Sheila was a wild one, you see. She didn't just like sex, she liked an experience and that was another reason she was messing with Paul right in front of me. She wanted me to see because, not knowing the real reason I never told on her, she assumed the reason was that I got off on it, too."

At this point in her story, I'm really getting a load of just how much like Sheila I am, just how right Daddy, Gina and even Aunt Peggy had been about that. I listened to her side of the story with all my attention, a little stunned at her openness and surprising detail.

"Well, I didn't get off on it. I wasn't exactly thrilled about the whole thing, my Johnny going out with a whore, but I was at the point where I felt I couldn't deny my feelings about him anymore. She was an in. You know what I mean."

"Yes, you could take advantage of her horny and kinky personality, get your shoe in the door and show him what a real woman is all about. Exactly what I might have done in your position."

She smiled a little at this, then added, "Well, I figured she'd be gone at some point, that he'd find out if he didn't already suspect, and leave her. I might have told him myself if I could work it right, you know?"

I nodded.

"That evening, I was pretty drunk, like Sheila, pretty horny and not for Dennis. I'm sitting there watching these two and, by the time she's got Paul's pecker out of his pants, I'm pretty wet and willing. I was actually tempted to join them. I don't know why, I suppose it was because I was so turned on, I was drunk, it was there and I'd let so many other things slide since I met her,... Well, I found myself seriously considering it and I realized,... I mean, I just stopped myself in mid desire and thought, 'What the fuck am I thinking?' For god's sake, I may as well have gone in and fucked Dennis, at least he was cleaner and he wasn't such a capital loser."

I couldn't help but smile at this.

"I mean, hell,... The real man is all alone in my guest room and I'm gonna settle for the use of some critter without a job?"

"(giggle)"

"At least Dennis had a brain and a good job at the hospital. Anyway, I was looking at Sheila and wondering how she could be so stupid when she had the rights to the real man in the house and,... I just made this split second decision to step in,... Because if she wasn't bright enough to know better, well,...?"

"Who were you not to step in?"

"That's how I felt about it, yes. Also, I might add, your father is a very clean man. Always was and not every man is."

"I like it when he comes home all full of dust and he's all sweaty and stuff, though."

"That's different. Imagine if he didn't take a shower for a week. You'd be surprised at how many men are like that."

" ... That's,..." I trailed off.

"Grody," she finished. "Anyway, that was Paul. We knew because Norah would constantly complain about it. Of course, Norah wasn't much better, but I digress. I told them to have fun and that I was going to bed before I passed out. Once I got to the door of the guestroom, my hand on the knob, it hit me, what I was doing.

"I kinda thought twice about it then, but- this is going to sound stupid,... I was feeling lucky. Yes, it hit me while I was standing there that I'd show him a good time and, once he found out it was me, his own loving sister, he'd,... Well, he didn't. I went in, slipped my clothes off and hopped under the covers with him. Even though I was drunk, I forced myself to fully experience everything that happened. I remember it all, too, especially how,... good we were. Together, I mean."

" ... What, umm,... What did you do when he realized?"

"I had to play along," she answered, her voice going a little sad as she looked toward the foot of the bed again. "He flipped out. I tried to,... Well, I just left. I went to my own room, my own bed and cried myself to sleep, right beside Dennis. It was quite a low point."

" ... And she never gave you an in," I assumed.

"No. She got pregnant and that changed everything. Norah found out about the fun that Sheila and Paul were having, literally right in front of her, and that changed a few things, too. She got drunk and went crying to John, told him everything and then tried to jump his bones. He brushed her off- he never even liked her that much- and went home to confront Sheila, who of course lied and told him it wasn't true, that it was only Norah's way of trying to steal him away from her."

"He believed it, didn't he?"

"Yup. Sure. Mum had recently died and she was helping him through it, taking every advantage while she was carrying. Securing herself until she could leave unhindered, as it turned out."

"But, why weren't you there when your mum died? You should have been comforting each other, it was both your loss."

She smiled humourlessly and explained, "Because of my little 'accident', we were,... we weren't exactly hanging out just then."

"Oh, I get it." I said, nodding and thinking of this, Daddy's lonely, guilty fantasies and the aloof way they'd always treated one another.

"Believe me, I wanted to be there for him, wanted him there for me. It's how it should have been and it drove me almost crazy with this sense of total and final injustice. Dennis was such a poor substitute for who I should have had right then, I couldn't even let him near me. I actually locked him out of our room for three nights."

"I can't imagine how that must have felt." I commiserated.

" ... Things were different for me after that. I felt different. When I found out about Dennis and Sheila from Norah, I knew it was true. She showed up at the bar one night by herself, got drunk and we got to talking. She was going on and on about what slimy bastards men are and how if she ever caught Paul cheating again, she'd definitely leave him,... And since misery loves company, that's when she tells me all about how Dennis and her husband were both banging the hell out of Sheila, having threesomes, even. She told me that the three of them convinced her to stay quiet about Dennis, that it would wreak havoc in his life, Johns, mine, blah, blah. Yeah, that was Dennis, alright, and yeah I believed her.

"Of course, by then it was too late, wasn't it? She was in like flin and I didn't realize she'd take off, how it would affect him, or how things would work out. Ironically, I stayed quiet for the same reason Norah was, but soon after Sheila left, I hit Dennis in the face with it. I used it as an excuse to get rid of him. It sounds awful, but at the time he was just a mistake that had to be cleaned up. Worse yet, I convinced myself over the years that Sheila ruined my marriage, trying to convince myself that I was a victim and not one of the architects of what all happened.

"Most unfortunately, though, it was too late for me and my Johnny . He was devastated when she left. What with Dad gone and then Mum, he just,... changed. Like I did. He became so inaccessible. Any fun in him died and never came back, not until now."

"That's,... incredible and sad. ... When did you first realize,... him?"

"Yeah, him. I know what you mean, Gina and I spoke of it. It happened when he was eighteen. I was twenty and I was trying to teach him how to dance so he could get a date for his graduation. He couldn't bring himself to dance around to a fast song, said he felt like an idiot and just refused in the end, so all I could teach him was the proper way to slow dance. It ended up that he never even went to his graduation, much less the grad dance. He had them mail the diploma."

She paused, smiling as she picked up a white bra with cups that seemed a bit small for her, looking at it as though remembering good times with that bra before going on.

I taught him a few different ways and,... there was this moment,... He'd gotten it quite well at that point and we were moving nice and slow, completely relaxed, you know?"

I nodded.

"Well, he took a more,... comfortable hold on me while we danced. I don't mean his hand was on my ass, nothing like that, he just,... really took me in his arms and he was leading,... See, kitten, even though he was my little brother, he always seemed older somehow, always the hard worker, the clear thinker, responsible and mature,... I felt so safe and secure then. He had me right there and he never knew."

"Hmm. There is just something about him, isn't there?" I asked, taking a closer look at that bra.

"Yes. Yes, there's a lot of things about him. He's cool because he doesn't give a fuck and he has all the solid sensibilities that Dad drove into him, things that most men completely lack these days."

"Exactly." I agreed.

"I've pined for so long,... Now I can barely believe how it turned out, I mean,... I never would have seen this weekend coming when I got up Friday morning, that's for sure."

"I don't suppose. It must have come as a hell of a shock when you realized our little threesome."

"You can say that again. But,... we all seem to fit. Even I see that and I've only just,..."

"Become?" I asked with an ominous tone.

"Yes," she laughed.

"Sorry about last night, but we wanted you. We still do."

" ... I,... did enjoy it. And I know about your horny. Your father told me and I saw it in action with your- sorry, with Sheila. In reality, any man less than your father would have been,... not good. For you."

"Yeah. Gina told me that and I sort of got it on my own."

"I was so wrong about your character, sweetie."

"Maybe not so wrong. What you told me about Sheila and Paul on the couch,... You know, how that kind of thing turned her on,... well, I can easily see that. I actually got turned on at the thought of it."

"I was tempted to join in, remember? I'm not even related to her and,... look, have you ever seen Paul?"

"No."

"Well, let's just say that your imagination is most likely more appealing than the reality was, even after what I told you. Don't worry about it, it's just one of those things, sweetie."

I smiled and gave her a hug. She put her arms around me and rubbed my back as I stroked the back of her neck, our chins on each other's shoulders. We stayed like that, holding each other on the bed and reconnecting in a way that was deeper, more meaningful than niece and aunt. I knew there'd be no more problems between us at all right then and I think she did, too.

"Aunt Peggy, I'm sorry about everything you've been through. I'm sorry you were left to spend them the way you did and about how I misunderstood and,... I love you."

She froze for a long second, then slowly relaxed and held me closer, whispering in my ear, "I love you too, kitten. Thank you."

Aug. 17/09

The furniture is all pushed back where it was, the bedding changed, laundry on the happen. It must be Monday. Actually, Peggy and Gina took care of most of all that while I got back to work in the basement, trying to earn some command of drywall compound.

No matter what I watch on the internet, how many times I see them do it on DIY, no matter how many times Daddy shows me, I just can't get the hang of it and it bums me out. He's just going to have to accept that it's his job.

Personally, I'm planning on using corrugated sheet metal, the stuff like ripple chips, in my secret laboratory, and I may even spray it all pink. Maybe silver metallic. Maybe both.

Peggy had the meal underway when I went up at the usual time I do it. This is cool because Peggy is a really good cook, better than I am, so I stood there wearing a smile, my old work jeans, ball breakers and nothing else but a layer of compound dust over my bared boobies.

She did a double take and smiled, looking me up and down and asking, "Why aren't you wearing a top?"

"All that sanding made me so hot."

" ... Sweetie, your nipples are erect. They're very nice."

"You should take your top off," I advised.

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

"You want to see my tits again, kitten?"

"(Giggle)"

Still smiling, she unbuttoned her yellow, crinkly blouse and pulled it off, showing a nice, lacey yellow bra.

"Your bra too, okay?"

She silently removed this as well, still smiling with a growing spark of excitement in her eye, but after she was finished, she took a clean dishcloth from the drawer and ran it under warm water.

She gestured for me to stand by the sink with her and when I got there, she ran her hand through my hair, displacing the heavy dust before running the sopping wet dishcloth through it.

I closed my eyes and moaned as the water trickled from my scalp, down my neck and shoulders and over my bare upper body, through the dust and grime on my back, sides and chest to soak into the waistband of my jeans. She worked her way to my face, kissing me passionately after, then proceeding down my arms and hands, neck and upper body, taking extra, loving time with my boobies and nipples, sucking on each of them for a minute before finishing up with tummy.

"There you are," she said, her voice a bit higher than usual as she rinsed the dishcloth under the running tap, her nipples as erect as mine at that point.

"Thank's, Auntie. (giggle)"

Gina walked in then, carrying a hamper with freshly folded dishcloths and tea towels in the bottom, and smiled a bit when she saw us.

"Gina, honey," Peggy said, looking at her, "take your shirt off, Dad'll be home soon. Your bra too, if you're wearing one."

"Oh,..." she said, her smile suddenly matching ours.

Without another word, she put the hamper down on the floor and hiked her red, V-neck pullover to her chin, over her head and off. After this, she removed her red bra, placing these garments over the back of Daddy's chair with Peggy's top and bra.   "Girls,... come suck at my nipples."

Daddy was very happy to come home to three grinning, topless women. After supper, we were all lounging on the couch, He in his usual spot at the end with me right beside him, Peggy at the other end with Gina between her and I. After the news, he muted the TV and turned in his seat so he could address us.

"So,..." he sighed, looking from one to another of us while Peggy turned in her seat as he was. "I've been thinking. Peggy, you should just move in with us now, as later."

" ... Uh, a bit sudden,..." she resisted.

"What, you're gonna go back to your house and sit there alone until the weekend?" he challenged.

"Actually, I was going to invite the girls out for the day tomorrow. I thought you'd like to go there after work and,... hang out."

"That sounds like fun, Daddy," I threw in.

"It does," Gina agreed.

" ... Okay, it does," he admitted with a grudging smile.

"But, Dad's right," Gina added. "You need to move in with us, or at least not live apart from us, no matter which house we're at and I think that should start as of today. We live and move as a group."

"Be careful, Auntie," I chided. "They're ganging up on you like they did to me."

"We did that for good reason, kitten and there's good reason now, too." he reminded, looking at Peggy.

" ... You're talking about my, uh, addictive behaviour. You want to keep an eye on me."

"Not just that," Gina assured her, casually taking one of my aunt's nipples between thumb and forefinger to play with as she went on. "You're happier here. You have a place here with us, like I do, and when you're happy you'll be a lot less likely to do anything,... that we'll all regret. Don't think of it as us keeping our eye on you, more making sure you're happy, supported and insulated from any outside distractions."

"That's all well and fine, hon, but,... You should know,... I can't go an entire day without drinking. I've been trying."




Dad's The Man Ch. 15



"I know, but there's limits you can observe and we have all the time, patience and love in the world to eventually get it dealt with." Gina assured her. "That's the whole point of you being with us, that you don't have to deal alone anymore, so you can eventually overcome your problems."

"Plus, we all want you with us," Daddy said.

"And not just for your body," I added with a grin.

She looked down, chuckling a little, then looked at each of us before saying, "You're right. And, truth be told, I,... I'm really excited. This might sound stupid, but it's like the old days all over again, except so much better and,..."

"Solid," Daddy finished for her.

"Yes. Uh,... one little thing, though,... Why this house? I mean, why would I move in here when you three could come and live with me?"

Nobody had anything to say to this unexpected idea.

"Well, it's just that it's the only thing I have to bring in with me and,..."

"You could sell it, or rent it out." Daddy said. "And don't worry about what you have to bring in with you, Peg, don't talk like that."

"You're bringing you," Gina agreed.

"Well, thanks, but I have to feel,..."

"I understand," I said. "You want to feel like you're contributing, but you easily could if you rented your house. We'd pitch in and help."

"Well, yes, but,... Look, please don't be offended, especially you, John and Kat, but my house is in a much nicer area. You can barely see the neighbor's houses, there's a lot more greenery, space and the house is bigger.

Again, we all sat in silence, thinking about this as Peggy watched.

"We could have a pool," Gina lightly commented.

"Yes!" Peggy said, giving Gina's arm a light squeeze. "I've always thought of a nice pool in my backyard."

"We could swim and lie out naked and,... stuff," I thought out loud.

"But, Dad would have to remain the head of the household," Gina warned. "That's how this works. Dad's the man and his is the last word because he's the stable one, and that can never change, not even if we're living in your house."

"But that doesn't mean that Auntie doesn't have a say," I cautioned. "That wouldn't be fair."

"No, no," Gina expressed with a shake of her head. "That would defeat her place in our little family, she has to have the power of,..."

"Mum," Peggy finished, giving Gina's arm another little squeeze.

" ... Yes." Gina replied, looking at her a little nervously, then away.

"It's alright, hon,... John, the girls are right. Final authority is yours in our house. Dad's the man. ... What do you think?"

"Well,... so, I'd be renting this house," he assumed.

"If we put a smallish kitchen in the basement, we could get two units," I offered, looking at him thoughtfully, getting the same expression back.

"There's no garage out there." He stated.

"We could change that quick enough and keep using this one in the meantime," I suggested.

" ... Peg, you mind a garage?"

"Like we said, you're the man. You want a garage, you get a garage."

"We could have a bigger one,..." I quietly suggested, more to myself than him.

" ... It all sounds good," he allowed, "except for one big thing. That's our old stomping grounds. We're known in that part of town and people would talk. Norah, Barb, all the rest."

Aunt Peggy smiled and raised an eyebrow, saying, "It's not like you to give a fuck about those things, John. What are they going to talk about, what are they going to say? First of all, apart from passing by the house in a car, nobody will have any clue as to how we'll be,... living. Not even if they plan to camp out in the ditch across from the driveway. Anything people say will just be unsubstantiated rumours and vicious lies from their standpoint, whether they're true or not."

"I'm sure the truth will be much more fun than even the unsubstantiated rumours," Gina sleazed, switching to Peggy's other nipple.

Peggy looked at Gina and actually blushed just a little, both her nipples now fully erect and hard, as mine were. I reached over and began idly playing with Gina's nipples while my aunt overcame her sudden, horny blush to go on.

"And personally,... mmm, that's nice, hon- Personally, I can't wait to see all three of your vehicles in my driveway, a nice garage out back with things happening all the time. Norah will be so jealous when she drives by and sees all the new activity, the comings and the goings, no matter the rumours she wants to believe once she finds out who all the vehicles belong to."

I could suddenly see it all, like I'm sure she was. It would be great and she was right, her house was a lot better, a lot nicer actually, and Daddy and I could do a lot there. Most of all, I found myself infected with her excitement about the prospect in the way that Peggy saw it, a new, tight group with lots of love and fun, issues and business that we'd all be in on and experiencing as a group. What she saw was a memory builder that would keep evolving, creating new ones as our lives and situations changed over the years. She was going for the brass ring, the one she thought was so far out of reach for so many years, the ideal existence of happiness, security and contentment for herself and Daddy, now including Gina and I as well.

" ... Okay,... I'm in," he decided. "If everyone else agrees, I'm for it."

Everyone else definitely agreed at that point and I could see the excitement in Peggy's eyes finally, safely exploding like fireworks. We all sat there, working out when we should move for a short time until we all just sort of paused, looking at one another happily.

"Peggy, this is just great," Gina quietly enthused.

"Gina, honey,... Call me mum, okay? I know how you like me, there's no reason to be embarrassed."

Gina once again broke her own record of how happy she could possibly look as she raised Peggy's hand to her mouth and kissed it. She closed her eyes and held it there, enjoying the moment, I suppose, and I could see the curiously special friendship they'd begun strengthen to something else as they bonded.

"John,...?"

"Uh huh?" he asked, his hand inside the back of my panties.

"Why don't we, uh,... Why don't we have sex? I'd like, uh,.. I'd like our girls to watch you fuck me and I think they'd like it, too."

"Yeah!" I enthused. "Oh, Daddy, do it, okay? Fuck Peggy nice and hard and make her cum so we can see!"

"Oh, yesss,..." Gina agreed. "I've been waiting to see that."

"Auntie, make him cum all over your pretty face, too, okay? (giggle!)"

"Like I'm gonna refuse?" he asked getting up and moving to take Peggy's other hand, helping her to her feet.

Once in front of him, he grabbed her boobies and kissed her long and nice. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back as I began undoing his jeans, taking them off and then his underwear, releasing his erection to carry out its purpose. Meanwhile, Gina was unclasping the knee length skirt Peggy wore and pulling her yellow lace panties off, leaving her naked while I removed Daddy's shirt, bringing him to the same state of complete undress.

He picked her up and carried her to the kitchen table as we followed, Gina getting up on its top behind Peggy, pulling her back to lean against her chest and then reaching forward to spread her legs, holding them open for Daddy.

I grabbed my father's cock from beside him, pumping it a little before bending over to suck on it, making sure it was all nice and slick before guiding him forward. I rubbed his cockhead all over Peggy's wet pussy, rubbing her clit hard and slow to work her up before I pointed it at her ready opening and guided him forward.

"Pusssshhhh," I whispered.

"Ohh-hh! Oh, John,...!"

"Shove it all the way in, Daddy."

"Uhh,... Oh, fuuuck,...", he moaned, doing just that.

"Grind her,... yeah, like that," I encouraged in a small, soft voice. "Oh, Daddy, she can take the whole thing!"

"Uhhhhhh! Ooohhhhhh!" Peggy commented.

One of her hands touched his belly, closing in a long, red nailed claw in the hair of his glory trail before wandering up and down, her other hand finding its way to her clitoris as she moaned and gazed adoringly up at her brother.

"Is it as good as you always imagined, Mum?" Gina lovingly murmured in her ear.

"Uhn! Uh- oh, sooo much b- better! Ohhhh!"

He began fucking her, slowly at first, then a little faster, making her boobies jiggle nicely every time he bumped her. He leaned forward, his hands planted on the table to her sides as he pumped her so nicely.

As he did, I caressed his body, kissing him here and there and adding to his experience, rather than interfering. It was worth it, too, seeing them move with each other like that as though it could only be natural. I had no trouble at all believing that sex with Daddy was better than Peggy could have imagined, she literally trained him for herself. Watching them, it was hard to believe she didn't teach him how to fuck, too.

Gina continued to hold Peggy's legs, purring into her ear as Daddy fucked her and I again was struck by how Gina and Peggy look together, like a real mother and daughter. They actually look enough alike to pass for that, despite Gina's light Chinese heritage. It's mostly those matching eyes and hair, but it almost seems more than that in a sense that I can't describe.

Peggy came quite hard, crying out repeatedly until her voice went hoarse and weakened. Moments later, her eyes and mouth half open, I jerked Daddy off right in her beautiful face. She flinched as most of the first gooey shot hit her in the eyebrow and cheek as Daddy yelped. His second splattered her upper lip, then another and another laced her nose as her eyelashes tried to blink his cum away.

Some moments later, when they'd both caught their breath and I was licking his cock, Gina quipped, "Well, there's a lash blast you can't get from Covergirl."

Aunt Peggy laughed deliriously at this.

Aug. 18/09

It turns out that my Aunt Peggy has been putting away over a pint of vodka per day for quite some time, and that was just day to day, not including an actual bender.

We travelled to her house in my car and this was the first thing Gina said we needed to address after we got inside. I felt bad for Peggy when she had to admit to this, the way she looked down at the floor, especially when Gina gently informed her that she was going to be cut back to just over a half pint per day for a while. I went and gave her a big hug, trying not to cry about how she must have felt just then, but so happy that she was allowing us to help.

Gina, in her way, fixed things up so our melancholy lifted almost immediately.

"Actually, though, I think we should all have a little drink right now," she suggested. "A small celebration, just for the girls, on our new living arrangement."

Without waiting for our opinions, she turned and opened the refrigerator, looked around for a moment, then came up with a carton of orange juice and a bright smile.

"Perfect. Umm, Glasses, Mum?"

" ... Over the sink."

Gina got three short ones down and mixed us each a drink from Peggy's quart of vodka, passing them out to us afterwards. Holding hers up, she made a toast.

"Dad's the man."

Peggy and I smiled, repeated her toast and drank. We just kind of hung out for a bit after that, Peggy taking Gina around on a tour of her house and belongings that ended with the three of us on her bed.

"It's definitely a lot bigger here, a lot better for the four of us," Gina said.

"That's what I thought," Peggy replied.

"We have to finish the basement, though," I put in.

"Do what you want," Peggy said, "But I'd like the brunt of the household duties because,... I'll want to keep busy and that's sort of the place I hold here."

"But, what about me?" Gina asked.

"You have a job," Peggy said.

"But, I only work on a monthly average of twice per week."

"Why don't you just help out?" I suggested. "You know I always need a hand when I'm working and you can help Aunt Peggy, too. You might even learn to make a peanut butter sandwich."

"Oh, yes, you crack me up, slutty. Yeah, okay, but I'll do all the dishes, too."

We agreed on this and a few other things and the conversation soon turned to Daddy.

"Do you really think he'll be happy here, though?" Peggy asked, distractedly picking at a tuft of lint on the bed spread, her green eyes searching ours for a positive answer.

"Sure he will," Gina determined. "Nothing really changes, just our location, right?"

"Well,... he might be a little off kilter at first," I speculated, "but once he's got a garage and he understands he's the same Captain of a different ship, he'll be fine."

Peggy nodded and looked around the room, then back at us, asking, "Should I,... I mean this bedroom is a little too feminine for having him in here, isn't it? Because it's our room, but it's his bed, if you know what I mean."

"We can fix that," Gina said, also looking around.

"Don't worry, Peggy, everything will be great, you'll see," I reassured her.

"I know, it's,... It's just so hard to believe after all these years. I keep thinking I should pinch myself to make sure this isn't one of those dreams."

"I'm surprised Dad hasn't already pinched you, Gina said.

"He used to all the time when we were kids."

"Yeah, well now he's pinching ass cheeks, practically right between the legs," Gina informed her.

"Oh, my. He hasn't done that yet."

I noted, "He usually only does it if you have tight pants or a really short skirt."

"Or if you're running around in your panties," Gina added."

"Sometimes he just grabs your bum with a yell and squeezes," I noted further. "You scream your head off and he doesn't stop."

"Oh,... you mean, like a tight pair of slacks? I have some- okay, a lot- that are old and a bit small on me now."

"(giggle) Yeah, you got the idea. But that stuff really turns him on, that's why he pinches and stuff, so be prepared for him to maybe bend you over the counter and fuck you senseless right then and there. He's done it to me."

"That sounds,... very,..." Peggy tried to express, her mind whirling.

"Oh, it is, Auntie. I loved it."

"Mmmm. (giggle)"

"And then there's his punishments," Gina said with the smallest grin.

"Punishments?" Peggy echoed.

"Yes. When he loses his patience, he'll,... well, you'll get used like,... Your clothes probably won't survive. Mine don't."

"You love it," I teased, knowing she did. "You get him going on purpose so he'll slamfuck you quiet."

"Uh, Slam-fuck?" Peggy asked as Gina's grin got wider, her eyes dropping to the bedspread where her mum was starting to pick a hole with her long nails.

"Yeah," I said with a horny smile, my crotch heating up. It hurts, but in a good way. A really good, satisfying way."

"And,... he tears your clothes off?"

"If you're wearing pants, he'll tear the backs of them open and pound you doggy style," Gina contributed.

"Ooooh," Peggy expressed, shifting on her thigh and looking at Gina. "Yes, I,... How do you get him like that?"

"Nagging," I answered for her. "Bitching moaning, cussing, fussing. Well, that's how she does it. I just tease him with my body, then play hard to get until he's tearing my clothes off and forcing himself on me. After that, I just keep telling him to fuck me harder and harder."

"I remember the very first time he fucked me," Gina said as her hand found its way to her nipple for a little playtime through her long, bright yellow pullover. "I was lying on top of slutty, face down and he was doing me from behind. Actually, he was doing both of us, taking turns, you know, but when he fucked me to orgasm, oh my god,... I thought I was going to pass out."

"I remember," I said. "The look on your face,... If only I had a camera."

"I love handling him," Peggy shared. "Holding his cock and sucking it."

"Mmm." I put in, thinking of it as my hand crept between my legs. "I love his cum. I like it when it's all nice and messy."

"Yesss,..." my aunt agreed breathily. "Oh, Girls,... you're so bad."

We all laughed a bit, then Peggy said, "You know, Sheila once told me something about him. She said he never looked at other women while she was around."

"He doesn't," Gina put in. "I know because I've watched for that."

"I never even thought to watch for that," I admitted.

"That impressed even her," Peggy said. "Kitten, look at you, you horny little thing."

"Miffy's all hot and wet." I explained, my legs spread wide while I shamelessly rubbed my crotch through my jeans.

"Oh, sweetie,... here, let me help you take those jeans off." She offered.

"Yeah, take her pants off," Gina leered, getting closer with the use of her catlike movements, a sure sign she was horny as hell.

We got to our knees, met at the center of her bed and kissed one another before she sank lower and began unbuttoning my jeans. She slowly pulled them down and beheld my silvery foil, micro thong. The narrow strip of thin material that would have barely covered my pouting miffy had been pushed to the side during my previous attention, leaving one of my lips clearly visible along with the exposed patch of trimmed hair I'd regrown down there.

"Oh, kitten, that's,... very slutty."

"(giggle)"

She took the top of the undergarment in her fingers and gently tugged upward, moving it from side to side a few inches, constantly rubbing my clit with the smooth foil.

"Ooooh, Aunt Peggy,..." I cooed, feeling her rev me up.

She stopped and played in my pubic hair for a moment before straightening on her knees and giving me another kiss, taking the bottom of my short, snug, V-neck pullover in her hands and saying, "Let's get those beautiful titties out as well, hm?"

"Uh huh." I managed as my pullover came off.

She looked at my boobies in the skimpy little bra that matched my panties. One of my nipples had managed to come peeping out from under the relatively small triangles that were held against them.

"Oh, you are an exquisite little thing, aren't you?" she asked, looking me up and down as I beamed. "Oh, yes. You might have Sheila's height and proportions, but you've definitely got the Hale build and tone. Much nicer than her," she added with a warm and approving smile, her hands slowly spreading my 'bra cups' to the sides.

" ... Really, Auntie?"

"Really," she sincerely confirmed before bending and taking one of my nipples in her mouth.

"She likes to be treated like a slutty little whore, Mum."

"Mmmm." she approved further.

I was a bit astonished and inhaled sharply, again moments later when she was pulling my thong down my hips. Then, she was pushing me down on the bed, following with her lips attached to my nipple. Once down with my head on her pillow, she moved up and started necking with me, her hand slipping between my legs as I moaned and squirmed into her hand. Her tongue pushed past my lips and teeth as I tried to spread my thighs as best I could for her with my jeans and panties at my knees.

"Gina, honey," Peggy said after separating her face from mine, "don't just sit there with your hands in your top; come, take your clothes off and let kitten lick your pussy."

"Ohh!" I yelped as one of Peggy's fingers, slick with my juices, slipped inside me.

"Would you like me to kiss poor little miffy?" Peggy teased, moving down my body as Gina quickly shed her skirt.

"Yeah!" I gasped as her surprisingly gentle fingernail found my G-spot.

"Should I lick it, too, sweetie?"

"Oh! Ohh! ... Oh, yeah!"

"Suck on your gorgeous little clit?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

Gina's panties were off in what must have been record time and she, with her horny, catlike movements, approached my face on her knees, pulling her top off as she came.




Dad's The Man Ch. 01



"It's okay, I-I'm sorry,..."

"Hey, are you alright?" she asked as I went to move around her.

"Wha-? Um, yeah, I just,..."

And that's when I froze up, involuntarily looking at the front window of the sex shop and turning beet red. It was awful.

" ... Ohhhh, I get it. You're too nervous to go in, right? ... Well,... Look, as long as you're old enough, I'll get you what you need. Why don't you show me your ID, tell me what you want, then meet me at Tim's, on the corner there?"

" ... I,... Um, really?"

Her smile became warmer and she nodded her head. I couldn't believe it. I walked closer, eying the black haired, slightly Goth looking beauty as I dug my little wallet out of my inside pocket. Opening it up, I removed my driver's license with my picture on it and showed it to her, she obviously thinking I was passing it to her as she took it out of my hand and scanned it closely for a few seconds.

"Well, eighteen year old Kathleen Hale, if this is good enough for the cops, it's good enough for me," she said, handing it back. "My name's Gina, by the way. Gina Green. Now, what would be your pleasure in there?"

"Uhh, oh, god, this is so embarrassing!"

"It's no biggie, just tell me."

"Well, I need- want- I mean,... Shit."

"You can't shock me, Kathleen."

"I want a dildo." I said in a low voice. "One with ribs, I guess."

"You guess?"

"I dunno, I just heard,..."

"Let me ask you a personal question here: I'm thinking you're not a virgin?" she inquired, dropping her voice for me.

" ... No, but I only did it the once."

"Alright,... Do you want one that vibrates?"

"Uh, no. It has to be quiet."

"I understand. Alright, just go on down to the corner and I'll see you there in about fifteen minutes."

"Wait, here's my money. I have sixty seven dollars and fifty-"

"We'll do that over coffee, see you there."

With that, she turned around and went right inside without another word, turning and winking at me, much like Daddy might, just before the door closed behind her.

She walked into Tim's almost twenty minutes later, spotting me sitting by myself in the sparsely populated diner with two cups of coffee, the fixings on the side for her.

"Hi, I got it. Oh, it's still hot."

"I waited fifteen minutes before I ordered," I nervously replied, feeling like I was doing some kind of drug deal.

"Great, thanks. I love my coffee nice and hot," she said as she went about preparing it for herself.

"Sooo,... how much do I owe you?" I tentatively asked.

"Twenty-five bucks."

I got my little purse out again and counted out the amount, pushing it across the table at her while eying the bag with the sex shop's logo on it.

"Thanks. It's in the bag, go ahead."

I hesitated, then slowly reached out and dragged the bag closer. Looking in, all I could see was sexy lingerie, mostly bra and panty sets that would leave very little to the imagination. I glanced at her as she took a careful sip of her coffee, unaware of my new dilemma. Not wanting to embarrass myself any further, I reached in, my fingers digging through all the lacey under things until I felt a long, plastic package, the kind Daddy curses and swears about trying to get open. I peeked inside as I pulled it to the top of the bag for a quick glance. It was pink and it looked pretty long with bulging ribs.

I unbuttoned my jacket and quickly transferred it from the bag to the wide, deep inside pocket, looking around timidly to see if anyone saw. Looking back at Gina, I found her regarding me with a smile.

"Your parents Pentecostal, or something?"

"What? No, why?"

"Heh. Nothing. Well, my parents were and I guess you just remind me a little,... So, you're always like this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know,... Paranoid and nervous. Like you'd be a lot happier if you could make yourself invisible."

"Um, no. I mean not usually like this, it was just the,... you know," I said, looking at the bag of sexy lingerie, suddenly wondering about that.

"You grow up here, in town?" she asked, taking another sip of her hot coffee.

"Yes," I said. "Did you?"

"Nah, I'm from Prince Albert, I just ended up here. Got a boyfriend?"

"No."

"Pretty little thing like you? No way."

I shrugged, smiling and again blushing at her compliment.

"Well, I don't know your parents but, if they have any sense, they'd be happier you chose to get your new little friend there, rather than go out taking care of things the good old fashioned way."

This had never occurred to me.

"I guess you're right. I only got it to,... well, I,..."

"You needed it. Like you first said."

I only nodded to this.

"You know, when I first saw you, I thought you were some teenage boy trying to work up the courage to go in and rent a movie with his older brother's ID."

I couldn't help but smile at this, looking down and taking a sip of my coffee.

"Why didn't you just get one of your friends to go in for you? There's always one girl in the group that will dare almost anything."

"I, well,... no. I couldn't do that."

"Why not?"

"They,... I mean, I don't hang out, so,..."

" ... I see," she said with one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"I cleared my throat and uncomfortably sipped at my coffee again, looking across the small dining area and hoping she'd just drop it.

"You don't talk a lot at all, do you?"

"I don't know. I guess not," I answered, looking at her again.

She eyed me closely then, even while wearing the same carefree, friendly expression, before she asked, "You don't like boys, do you?"

That really took me by surprise. I goggled, stammering, "I- well they're- I mean not like that, I just-"

"Just calm down and say it."

" ... Boys are,... retarded, immature idiots. I was hoping I could get with a guy who's,... I don't know, not a boy."

"Oh. Well, I hate to tell you this, Kathleen, but that's something that never goes away in them."

"No, I mean a different kind of guy. Someone who just isn't like that."

"I've heard of him. I believe his name is Mr. Fantasy, currently residing in the fabulous Republic of Fantasy Land. Sorry, I shouldn't talk like that. I'm not making fun, I'm just adding my two cents. Whatever."

"It's alright."

" ... You like the stuff I got?"

I smiled shyly and nodded, glancing at the bag and then at the floor.

"Oh, there you go, back to non verbal communication," she said with a playful expression.

I laughed nervously, the kind of laugh that's not loud, more of a giggle, and goes on a bit longer than I'd prefer.

"Oh, shit, the time," Gina said after looking at her watch. "I gotta dash,..."

She dumped my twenty-five Dollars into her purse, then quickly located a pen and notepad from within. Scribbling something on it, she tore off the square piece of paper and handed it to me, explaining while standing and buttoning her coat up again.

"Gimmie a call if you need anything else. I owe you a coffee, now."

" ... Thank you."

"No prob," she assured, putting the cover on her coffee and picking up the bag.

"It was really nice meeting you, Gina. Thanks a lot for helping me, I really appreciate it."

She was about to speak, but did a double take at me, then opened her bag to root around in there for a moment before tossing something on a small hanger to the tabletop in front of me. It was what amounted to four small, bright yellow triangles with tiny yellow string attached to the corners. The cotton was so light and thin that I could just barely make out the straps behind one of the triangles.

"It's really not my colour," she said, picking up her coffee, turning to leave. "See ya, Kathleen, thanks for the coffee."

I was stunned. I wanted to say goodbye again, but I couldn't get over what had just happened. I picked the hanger up, holding it in front of my face to take a closer look as she was going through the nearby door.

Suddenly, I noticed some greasy looking guy staring at me while I inspected the bra and panty set, his jaw a little slack like mine was. I turned red again and quickly stuffed the hanger with its almost nonexistent burden into my jacket along with the vibrator.

I got out of there, taking my coffee with me, and got back home, safe and sound with my dildo, and guess what!? It's a flexible, 'super silent' vibrator!

I like Gina, she's cool.

 Sept. 12/08

I didn't have the nerve to do anything last night. By the time I got the house cleaned, I had to go pick up Daddy at the plant and, once he got home, I sort of couldn't. It's weird because it's not like I don't masturbate with him in the house, but using the dildo seemed somehow different.

Mind you, he never comes into my room without knocking and waiting for me to say that it's okay first, the lock on my bedroom door being just a fixture, but I decided to wait for today because I knew I'd have plenty of time with him at work until I go to pick him up.

So, I'm in my room, (door locked anyway) curtains closed, all shaved down there, wearing only the bra and panty set that Gina gave me. When I first put it on, I could only stare at myself in the full length mirror mounted to my bedroom door. I can't believe how this looks on me! Oh, my god!

My nipples are well covered by the little yellow triangles, nothing else. But best of all, I can just see them through the material and they're so hard right now! The panties barely cover miffy, but the little triangle in back and near the top of my bum doesn't really cover anything at all.

I've never seen myself like this before, I look so different and I love this! I look so slutty!! I'm so wet. I've been sitting here at my desk, playing with my nipples for the last two minutes. I'm so horny! I'm going to get on my bed and play with my vibrator now.

Okay, it's later, bed time and I just couldn't leave this for tomorrow night.

I crawled up on my bed, grabbing the vibrator from my nightstand, but I just put it on the bed with me at first. Noticing myself in the mirror, I looked for a few seconds before raising my hands to my boobs, still watching every move I made like it really was someone else.

Touching them lightly, softly moving them around, I took my good old time getting to my nipples, rubbing over them slowly with the palms of my hands when I did. I squeezed them a little harder, pushed up on them and let them fall, watching how the 'bra' caught them.

I started playing with my nipples more, breathing heavier and parting my knees on the mattress further. I was soon pinching them, closing my eyes to imagine that some man was doing it for me, opening them again to look in the mirror and enjoy what a little slut I was being.

My fingers slipped beneath one of the triangles and rolled my nipple between them, squeezing and pulling as though I was trying to milk myself, sighing out loud as my other hand caressed my belly, dipping further to feel the smooth shave just above the top of my panties.

I loved how they felt against my hairless skin and tugged around at them to feel it more, the light cotton stroking miffy's wet lips and making me moan quietly. I spread my thighs even further as my boob freed itself from the small modesty of the yellow triangle, my playing fingers at fault in the matter. The feel of my own fingers stroking that very narrow place between the tops of my legs and my puffy, wet, cotton covered lips started me moaning softly.

Abandoning my boob, I put my other hand down there, too, gently rubbing miffy with both hands now, breathing even heavier, louder, my low moans more frequent and intense. I rubbed harder, slowly pulling up on the yellow triangle, tightening it against myself as I pressed my fingers even harder.

I'd soaked through my panties and I felt my other boob slipping free without the tension the other provided to the garment. After a minute or so of this, I could wait no longer. I fell backwards, sitting on the mattress with my knees bent, legs spread in front of me so I could rub my clitoris while I softly pinched my full lips, crying out a little at what this did for me.

I was actually on my way to an orgasm when I remembered the dildo. In a bit of a state, I took my attention from the excitingly slutty girl in the mirror to my new friend. I grabbed it and took a look at its translucent, ribbed length, the workings inside barely visible as a darker pink blur, before touching it to miffy's lips.

I rubbed it around a little, then on my clitoris, wondering if a real cock would feel different. Turning it on, I touched the suddenly vibrating, forbidden implement to my button and cried out again, sharper this time. I played some more, moaning still louder, before I turned the speed all the way up and poked it down the front of my panties, rubbing my clit with it until I started getting close again.

Lying on my back, I slowly pushed my underwear down my legs with my pelvis in the air until they cleared my hips and knees. Moving myself to my previous position, the yellow scrap around my ankles, I spread my thighs again and wasted no time bringing the artificial cockhead to my lips, going to slowly push it in.

I was surprised to find that it seemed too big. I tried again, but it was no good. Quite disappointed, I took it away and placed a trembling finger there instead, slipping it inside myself as I blinked rapidly to the pleasure. I continued to fuck myself with my middle finger, running it in and out of my soaked miffy, groaning and bucking into my hand.

I happened to catch a look at myself in the mirror, then. There I was, fingering myself to an orgasm with one hand, a vibrator I couldn't handle held close by in my other, boobies swinging free of their triangles, now twisted between them.

An orgasm that I couldn't resist, no matter what, rushed up at me. I pressed the disappointing gadget to my clitoris again and started rubbing, watching myself in the mirror before soon cumming with short, loud high pitched wails that I'm yet afraid the neighbors may have heard. Still, it was sooo good. I have to get some more sexy underwear as soon as I get a job.

I didn't want to push it, so I cleaned up and took a shower, got dressed and grabbed the keys to the truck. I screwed up enough nerve to go to a paving company that did snow removal during the winter to look for a seasonal job, hoping to be able to stay on through the summer as flag-girl or something, but they don't hire girls for manual labour. The guy who came out to the gatehouse told me to come back in early spring for a job as flag-girl, guaranteeing he'd hire me on the spot.

Despite this, I was still in a pretty good mood when I picked up Daddy.

 Sept. 18/08

Not much happened today. I didn't have any job interviews, so I went around putting applications in for half the day and picked up Daddy at the plant afterward.

I love how he's happy to climb into the passenger side and let me drive instead of me having to let him take the wheel in front of everyone. He even sits there with his eyes closed, the back of his head leaning against the rounded, inside corner of the cab where an old, brown winter jacket hangs on the hook. It's funny how he does that and, during red lights, I often look at him there with his lunchbox in his lap. I can't tell if he's sleeping, but I think not.

I helped him with the truck after supper, climbing underneath it in the garage and greasing the front end, the U-joints and everything, like he taught me years ago. He handled the winter tire change, telling me how most everything the mighty General Motors ever built after nineteen-eighty-nine is pure and unadulterated shit and what a huge disappointment they are.

During a lull in his oration, I jumped in with a question. Times like this are good for questions, because he's usually in a talkative mood when we work, however, I get the feeling that this isn't the case when he's at the plant.

"Daddy, do you have any pictures of her? Sheila, I mean?"

There was the sound of metal against metal as he heaved one of the heavy, steel rims with an aggressive snow tire to the drum. He said nothing while he got the lugs started and I paused with the grease gun, tipping my head back on the cold concrete to look at him.

He finally said, "Yeah. I got some. ... 'Sheila'?'"

"She wasn't my mother. Mothers don't run off, she's just Sheila."

"Can't fault you there. But, you're curious about her."

" ... Yeah. It's okay, isn't it? I don't want to be upsetting-"

"No, you got a right to know. Anyone would want to and it isn't as if I'm gonna be around to tell you forever."

"Daddy, don't say stuff like that. You know I hate it."

"It's an eventuality you'll have to deal with, kitten."

"No, I don't. You're gonna live forever."

"Why don't we change the subject? You're starting to depress me. No, don't feel bad for asking about her. I don't think about it anymore and it was a long time ago, it doesn't bother me that much."

"Did she want sex a lot?" I asked.

" ... Geez, you really jump in there with the big ones, don't you?"

"Sorry, Daddy."

"S'okay. Yes, she did want sex a lot. In fact, she couldn't get her mind out from between her own legs and that was most of her problem, right there."

I noted how that sounded familiar.

"So, she was,... you know."

"No, what?"

" ... Kinky?"

He laughed sarcastically, but answered, "Depends on your definition of 'kinky', I guess, but in my opinion? Yeah, I'd say she was a bit kinky. Maybe more than a bit and no, I'm not mentioning anything specific."

"Did she have a good sense of humour?" I asked, backing away from that area now that I'd learned what I needed to know.

"More or less. As long as it was somewhat easy. She wasn't what you'd call an intellectual in that sense," he answered, grabbing the three quarter inch power bar and impact socket to snug the lugs. "She was smart, like I say, just not in that sense. More like the way a salesman is smart. A conniver, manipulator."

I moved to the front U-joint, cleaning the nipple with a rag before fitting the gun's hose to it and said, "It's hard to believe you could be manipulated by anyone."

"In this life, everyone gets to be young and stupid for a little while."

"But,... How come you never went and found someone else, another woman?"

"Well, I had other responsibilities then. It wasn't just me anymore and there was never time, or opportunity. Plus, I saw the scene for what it was and I didn't want you seeing an endless train of dirtbag floosies in and out of our home, pretending to be your mother when they cared enough, or when it paid off for them."

"It's not too late. You have time now."

"Maybe next year," he answered drily, walking around to the other side of the truck, me shifting on my back so I could see him at the other wheel as he added, "Anyway, we who'll live forever have that luxury of time, don't we?"

"Oh, boy!"

He stuck me with the cleanup later while he went in to wash up and make us a snack, and I thought about the things he said as I cleaned the tools and put them away. His life seems pretty crappy, the way he's living it.

Just before he turned in for the night, he put a pile of several photographs on the end table beside where I sat on the couch, covered with a blanket and watching TV in my pajamas.

"They're yours. G'night, kitten."

He leaned down and, as always, I reached up and put my arms around his neck to hug him, giving him a 'nightie-night' kiss on the cheek as his arms went under mine and around my back in that way that always makes me feel so safe. He kissed my cheek.

"Night, Daddy. Thanks for the pictures. Are you sure you don't want them back?"

"Nah. You keep em."

My jaw sagged when I looked at the very first picture. I look just like her, the only real difference being my younger age and her blonde hair. It was incredible to see her, especially like that and, leaning further under the lamp on the end table, I looked closer and guess what? I can see it, the things Aunt Peggy and Daddy told me about her. Beneath the face that looks so shockingly like mine, if you look beyond her happy expression, it's there, especially in her eyes. I can see it.




Dad's The Man Ch. 01



Daddy and Peggy are in some of them, too. He was as handsome in his youth as he is in his middle age, but the change in how he looks is hard to really point out. Those old images of him were every bit as interesting to me as the ones of Sheila, not to mention the pictures that Aunt Peggy are in.

At first, I didn't even recognize her, coming to wonder who the alluring, energetic looking, young brunette in the background was until I came to one where she was the main subject, along with Sheila. Those green eyes and her warm smile were unmistakable as she dared the camera to tell her life was anything but super fantastic, her arm around Sheila's shoulder with a bottle of beer in that hand.

Wow.

 Sept. 19/08

I've been studying the pictures very closely and I've made some further observations. I'm the same height as Sheila is, or was, going by how tall she is while standing beside Daddy in the pictures, and our bodies are about the same, except it looks like her boobies and hips are a bit smaller than mine. In most of the pictures, she's dressed in such a way as to show herself off. Her makeup is done different than how Aunt Peggy taught me to do mine, kind of more dramatically, but not exactly overdone. Her hair kind of follows the same rule, long and with a lot of body, and her long, brightly coloured nails make an appearance in some of the shots.

In one of them, she's holding Daddy's chin in the palm of her hand as they both smile for the camera, his one of happiness, hers one that makes me think of the Grinch who stole Christmas.

I still don't know what do about the dildo, either. Maybe I'm supposed to have lubrication. Something like baby oil? I know miffy can stretch, but that much? Obviously, this isn't the kind of problem I'd want to bring to Aunt Peggy.

Still unemployed. I was stupid for wasting my money on that thing, anyway. Daddy would tell me that. Worst of all, it was money that he gave me.

 Sept. 22/08

Something struck me this morning after breakfast.

I was in my room, grabbing my coat and about to leave with Daddy when I remembered, making a sudden, hasty detour to the floor of my closet. Routing through certain clothes I keep handy down there, I came up with my old work coat and quickly poked my fingers to the bottom of the inside pocket as Daddy called.

And then I felt it, closing my fingers around it and dropping the jacket even as I removed my hand from its pocket. I called out that I was coming while quickly checking to be sure of what I had.

Gina 836-9080

I made the call at a payphone later, after dropping Daddy off and before trying to find some places where I hadn't already applied for work, or dropped my laughable resume off at.

"Hello?" her voice asked from the other end.

"Uh, (ahem), hello, may I speak to Gina Green, please?"

"You got her," her curious tone answered. "Who's this?"

"This is Kathleen. Kathleen Hale?"

"Kath,... Oh, Kathleen! Hiya!"

"Hi," I said, not being able to help my smile. "How are you, Gina?"

"Not bad, yourself?"

"I'm fine."

" ... Except,..." she correctly assumed.

"Um,... well, I wonder,... It doesn't seem to fit."

"What's this, now?"

"The uhh,... you know."

"Oh, the dildo?"

"Yes. I'm wondering if I'm doing something wrong? Maybe he,... I mean the guy who,... you know, maybe he did something wrong?"

"I would bet good money he did all kinds of things wrong, but apparently, even the dumbest penis bearer can get that right. Was he a needle dick?"

"Uhh, I- I wouldn't- I don't know."

"Hm. Look, I'm at work right now, but-"

"Oh, Gina, I'm sorry! I should have known you'd-!"

"Forget it, it's totally okay. How about we hook up Friday night? I can help you, but it's not really a phone thing, if you know what I mean, and I gotta go in a minute."

"Uh, I think so, bu-"

"You want me to pick you up at home, or do you want to meet out somewhere?"

"Uhmm,... I guess I- I'll meet you somewhere, but-"

"Same place, Tim's on the corner? Seven o'clock?"

"Okay," I said, swept along.

"Gina, now!" somebody yelled in the background on her end.

"Great! Gotta go, Kathleen, Kiss-kiss," she hurriedly bade before adding to whoever was yelling at her, "God dammit, I was on th-!"

I looked at the silent receiver in my hand, processing what I'd somehow gotten myself into for a few moments before hanging it up and walking back down the sidewalk to the truck with the beginnings of a nervous stomach cramp.

 Sept. 26/08

I told Daddy about Gina. More or less. I mean, I pretty much had to because I needed a ride to town and the truth, more or less, would be best. Anyway, there's no real reason why I have to lie, except about the actual circumstances of our meeting.

"Job interview at this hour?" he assumed, looking away from the sink full of dishes in front of him and at me, seated at the table with a coffee.

"No, I'm meeting someone."

He was in the act of turning back to the pot he was working on, but did a double take, his efforts on the pot stopped up entirely.

"You are?"

"Don't panic, Daddy, it's not a date."

"Well,... I wouldn't panic if it was, it's just out of the ordinary. For you, I mean."

"Someone I met while I was out looking for work. She's really friendly, she actually started talking to me. I like her."

"Oh. Well, that's good. What are yas gonna be doing?" he inquired casually, although nothing else was happening with the pot yet.

"I don't know. I called her and she wanted to meet me out."

" ... Yeah, I'll take you. Will you need a ride back?"

"I don't know. I've never gone out like this before."

" ... You seem nervous."

"I guess I am, kinda."

"Don't be. You're a great girl, people will like you. There is life after high school, y'know," he assured with a smile before turning back around to address the pot.

"Life after high school would be a lot better if I had a job."

"Yeah, things aren't too shit-hot right now, are they?"

"They sure aren't."

"It's alright, you'll find something sooner or later. How long are you gonna be out?"

"I don't even know that."

"Do me a favour and don't be out past three?"

"Three?"

"I think it's pretty reasonable and I won't be too happy going out to get you past three."

"It's more than reasonable, I just woulda thought,..."

"You're eighteen, and I like to think I raised you well enough to know better than to let yourself get into any stupid and dangerous situations, but when in doubt, never hesitate to call, no matter what. Even if you just want to come home, I'll go right out and get you."

"Thanks, Daddy."

"Just be sensible, that's thanks enough. You'd best hop to it and get ready, though," he said, glancing at the clock.

So, later that night, he's dropping me off in front of the corner Tim's. I was about to tell him goodbye, when he took something from his shirt pocket and dropped it in my purse. It looked like a small card, or something.

"Have a good time, kitten."

Digging it out, I saw it was a one hundred Dollar bill, neatly folded in three.

"Daddy!"

"What?"

"I can't take this, it's a hundred bucks!"

"Don't sweat it, kitten, we're okay. Just have a good time and call if you need me."

I slid across the seat and threw my arms around him, hugging him tight and kissing his cheek.

"You're the best, Daddy. I love you."

There was no mistaking that long, thick black hair and cross legged sitting posture, even from the back, when I quickly, nervously scanned the dining area of Tim's for Gina. She looked surprised when I walked around the table and sat down.

"Hi, Gina."

"Hey, Kathleen. Wow, you look different. Oh! You were in disguise that day," she hissed conspiratorially with a well meaning grin.

I smiled, looking down at the table, my coffee already there and hot, fixings on the side, and explained, "Well, they're what I wear when I'm helping Daddy with the truck, or in the back yard, or whatever. At least at this time of year."

"So, you are a bit of a tomboy."

"Uhh,... I never thought of it that way. Just stuff that needs to get done, but I guess, maybe."

"I think it's cool. I can just picture you with your head stuck under the hood of some big old truck, round little ass in the air. You do look really nice tonight, though, especially in that coat."

My coat was made of a sort of crinkly brown leather with understated fur collar and cuffs. Underneath, I wore a light, short sleeved pullover, black with a squared, but modest neckline. I also wore one of my old, dark green school skirts, somewhat thick and seeming like new now that it was shortened to just above my knees. Sheer stockings, sensible black shoes and a brown plastic hair band completed my usual conservative outfit but, underneath all this, I wore the bra and panty set she'd given me.   I don't quite know why I wore these, other than the fact that it was the nicest set I had and I loved it, was waiting for a chance to wear it out, and this seemed to be the proper occasion. The feel of them is great, especially how my boobies bounce when I walk, however, they shrank when I washed them and now those four yellow triangles are a bit smaller. Even better.

Gina had draped her long, black coat on one of the spare chairs and was sitting in what was a somewhat racy little dress, the kind Sheila might have worn. As I glanced over the little black number that showed a moderate amount of thigh and cleavage, I politely complimented her clothes as well, suddenly understanding how exciting it would be to wear clothes like that, but unable to fathom how any woman could ever have the nerve.

"Thanks," she said. "Uh,... is that real fur?"

I paused, glancing around and leaning forward to say in a voice just above a whisper, "Yes, its baby seal, but Daddy told me not to tell anyone because one of Paul McCartney's buddies might throw paint on me."

She looked at me kind of funny then, a slow smile spreading across her face before she replied, "Wise of him, there's a lot of fucking idiots running around. He got it for you?"

"Last Christmas."

" ... You're mother doesn't live with you two, does she?"

"No, she left when I was a baby."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay," I said, shrugging my shoulders and feeling relaxed enough to start fixing my coffee.

"You like movies?" she asked some moments later, taking a sip of hers.

"Mov- Uh, yes. We rent one every weekend."

"Yeah, but what about the theater? Ever go?"

"No."

"I do. Preferably with a friend. How does Lakeview Terrace sound?"

" ... Um,..."

"Samuel L Jackson," she prodded further.

" ... Well,... O-okay. Wait, there's not a bunch of jerks that hang around there, is there?"

"Just me. We'll have to catch the ten o'clock show, you okay with that?"

"I told Daddy I'd call him by three."

"Right on. Wanna do some shopping between coffee and the movie?"

"Well,... I don't have a lot of money. I've been looking for a job, but I can't find one."

"I understand. I really think Harper will get us through this recession mess, though."

"I think so, too, but Daddy says it all depends on whether or not the Americans can get their shit together."

Gina chuckled over this and said, "Again, he's right, but I wouldn't worry too much about that. The Americans are very good at getting their shit together when they need to and they'll come out of this, so will we and you'll have a job. Besides, the world's only going to explode in twenty-twelve anyway, right?"

We both had a laugh about this, me becoming more relaxed with her as I found she would converse about things I knew of.

"Gina, I never got the chance to thank you for what you gave me. The, uh, yellow set? I really love it and it was awful nice of you."

"Oh, yeah! Hey, don't mention it, but I bet they look great on you."

I suddenly remembered staring at myself in the mirror that day while Daddy was at work, what I did after and the reason why I was actually there. I blushed, looking down at the table with an embarrassed smile, but nodded with my answer.

"I think it does, yeah. I don't have anything like that."

"Are you wearing them now?"

My embarrassment level went from three to ten in a heartbeat, a hot flush blooming over my entire body as I suddenly felt a little turned on.

"Gina!" I whispered, trying not to break out in a nervous giggle.

"It's okay," she chuckled. "It's not like they're work undies. My god, you're shy, aren't you?"

I didn't answer, only looked at the floor, mortified that I let her find out.

"Oh, Kathleen, it's okay. Sometimes, I don't wear anything at all under my clothes. A lot of women are like that, you know. It's fun and sexy."

" ... Really?"

"Yes, it's normal. So, you wanna go shopping with me before the movie?"

"Yes."

"Great, we'll hit the mall. They don't have anything really nice there, or anywhere else in this jerkwater berg, but sometimes you never know what bargains you'll find at the mall."

"As long as we're not going to the sex shop."

"Don't worry, no sex shop tonight."

When we first got to the mall in her Corvette, (Yes, she actually owns a shiny, red Corvette!) she led me into the uninhabited washroom where she drank what she called a micky. She offered me one, explaining that it was just a small amount of vodka and that it wouldn't make my breath smell at all. I refused at first, even though Daddy's been letting me have a beer on the few occasions he buys it for himself since I turned eighteen. So, when she told me it would only amount to the same buzz as one beer, if that, I took it and tipped it, quickly throwing the yucky stuff past my tongue like she advised.

Boy, what a great time we had. She was right about the micky, too. It actually relaxed me enough so that I could enjoy myself without wondering if everyone was looking at me for it.

She explained that shopping wasn't necessarily about buying, but browsing around here and there. Incredibly, she even bartered with the sales girls for the items she found and it worked! I had no idea people could do that.

She caught me looking thoughtfully at a short, pleated, black skirt and told me it would look great on me and that I should get it. I told her I had some money, but didn't like to spend thirty dollars of it on one skirt because Daddy gave it to me and I wanted to make it last as long as I could.

"Yeah," she said, "But he also told you to have fun, and this is how girls have fun. Judging by that coat, I'm betting he knows that and I'll get it down to less than twenty-five, anyway."

"How do you do that?" I asked, feeling so glad that I went out to meet her.

"They have their little sales, but really, everything's always on sale."

I ended up getting another sexy bra and panty set, but not as sexy as the set Gina gave me. This one was black lace with full, but smallish cups and more bum coverage. More stockings were something I needed anyway, so I spent a little more on nicer ones and was even persuaded to buy a flimsy little piece of what she called sleepwear. It's white and has a slit down the front of the short, see through lower portion that starts under two very low cut, white lace cups, running down to part the short hem. After buying some new makeup, Gina helping to pick colours, I was left with twenty two Dollars. Not bad, really. I got a lot of good stuff I both needed and wanted at some pretty good bargains.

The movie was great, too. We got popcorn and soft drinks and the whole theater thing was totally cool, especially up on the balcony where we were. At one point during the show, when there was a lull in the action, Gina leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"How much bigger is it? Like, is it twice too big for you, or just a quarter,...?"

I turned my head and whispered , "I think it's about half too big."

"Okay," she whispered back. "Here's what you'd have to do: You'd start out with a finger, you understand?"

I nodded, definitely understanding this.

"And then you'd use two, then three, then maybe four. You'll open up enough to take it, but you have to stretch yourself out, first. But, you're just really tight and that's a good thing, so I wouldn't do that. If you want, we can get you something smaller."

"Uhh,... I don't know, I already have that one now and I can't afford to get another."

"Don't go and stretch yourself out, forget I said that. We'll deal with it next Friday."

I was about to answer, but she moved away, putting some popcorn in her mouth as a good part started on screen.

She had me home at just past twelve thirty. After genuinely thanking each other for the fun evening, she took off, me watching her bright red tail lights as I walked around to the back door with my prizes.

Daddy was asleep on the couch when I came in. The paper was folded and on the couch beside him, his feet on the floor, hands across his flat belly. He looked so peaceful there, I didn't want to disturb him, but I had to let him know I was back and I didn't want him sleeping there all night. It's not good for his back.

I walked around and behind the coffee table, putting my shopping bags on it, and sat softly beside him. He woke slowly, looked over at me and blinked a couple times.

"Hey, kitten,... What time is it?"

"Quarter to one. You're a heavy sleeper, Daddy. If I was a serial killer, you'd be dead now."

Sitting forward and rubbing his face with his hands, he monotoned, "If you were a serial killer, I'd take you to a union meeting. She bring you back?"

"Yup."

"Have a good time?"

"I had a great time."

"Good. I see you went shopping."

"Yeah. Sorry, I spent most of the money you gave me."

"It's okay, I wanted you to have fun and I expect you didn't blow it on stupid stuff. I assume you got clothes, right?"

"Uh huh. And some new makeup and girly things. We saw a movie, too."

"Good, sounds fun."

"It was. Thanks again for taking me and giving me the money."

"You deserve it, you're a good girl. Glad you got a friend, too. Hey, we gotta fuck with that hot water heater-"

"Oh, no! Daddy, you know you're not good with fixing that, please call someone!"

"I did and they told me what to do. I need you to help me drag it out and shit."

"Oh,no!" I repeated, shaking my head.

"Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen this time, nobody's gonna get hurt and I won't even get mad. And you don't have a choice."

"I'll help you drag it out, but I'm not hanging around if you mess with it, somebody's gotta be left alive to call the ambulance."

He'll mess with it again, you'll see. He won't stop until he feels he's conquered it, or something.

Anyway, he turned in and I'm in my room here, about to do the same. I can't wait until next Friday night and I'm going to look extra hard to find a job next week.

It's strange, but Gina really makes me think of Peggy from those pictures, maybe a little of Sheila, sharing the same appearance of fun and high spirits, casual attitude and all, except without that underlying gleam in Sheila's eyes. Like she's planning something, or like she's afraid that somebody might eventually recognize her in the picture.

 Sept. 27/08

I tried on all my new stuff. The skirt is a little shorter than I expected and I'm wondering if I'd have bought it if I had the nerve to try it on in the store. It's the nightie that I really like. I don't have any nice panties to go with them, but going without is just as good, maybe better. Maybe I'll let just a little hair grow back down there.

Daddy actually managed to fix the hot water heater without any terrible accidents and without too much cursing. He made me clean up the mess while he went and cleaned up to start supper, joking that it was punishment for not believing in him.