2 comments/ 16705 views/ 4 favorites Have Faith By: AgntSmth “I can’t believe you’re gonna do this,” my friend Mike said. “Well I can’t believe things actually came to this,” I replied. I was standing in his room, watching him pack up all his belongings into suitcases. As for me, I had all the belongings I could take slung in a bag over my shoulder. “You really are serious aren’t you?” Mike asked, stopping his packing to look up at me. “About this whole going out to die for Big Brother thing.” “You know I don’t believe in ‘Big Brother’,” I told him. “Yeah I know. But still. They started this war.” Truth be told, nobody knew who started the war. Fingers were being pointed all around the globe – it was like World War III we always joked about in high school, only this time it was real. Nobody has quite figured out what happened. All they knew was that suddenly diplomatic ties were cut, declarations of war issued, troops mobilized. After some consideration, I had volunteered for the armed forces – at least then, I figured, I could choose my branch, get some real training, and not get shipped out as a green recruit when the draft kicked in. I tried explaining that to Mike too. “Or you coulda jet to Canada with me,” he countered. “Canada doesn’t piss anybody off. They’re staying outta this one.” He shook his head. “But I guess some things never change about you.” “I’m surprised it took you this long to figure it out,” I joked. “Hey man,” Mike said as he came over and gave me a hug. “Listen up – no hero shit out there okay? None of that drawin’ fire, taking charge crap we see in the movies. Things get bad, you duck and let other people do the dying. Shoot when they tell you to and don’t attract attention to yourself.” “Don’t worry Mike, I’ll be okay.” “You’d better – you still owe me a couple of drinks and I’m planning to cash in on those.” “Take care of yourself Mike. Stay out of trouble.” “You too, Brad.” ----------------------- I stopped by Linda’s apartment the night before I was scheduled to report for duty. It was kind of late, but I rang the bell anyway. I had just turned to walk away when I finally heard the door open behind me. Linda was standing in the doorway, dressed in her pajamas. Her hair, which was down over her shoulders, was slightly damp. “I hope I didn’t wake you,” I said quietly. She shook her head. “Carter’s in bed. I was just sitting up reading.” Carter was Linda’s son from a marriage that had come apart about seven years earlier. He had been born about the time the divorce was finalized. “I… uh…,” I looked down at my feet and toed the mat in front of her door. “I just came to say goodbye.” “I know,” Linda said quietly. Linda and I had met when I was a lowly college student cruising through the local mall looking for a summer job. At the time she had been managing a store there, and she hired me on. I developed a crush on her almost instantly, but through the years that we knew each other I was always her best friend. Linda was always a lively and talkative person. But she had been abnormally quiet when I told her over the phone that I was leaving. Kind of like she was now. “Linda, I want you to promise me something,” I said, taking her hands in mine. “I want you to promise me that you’ll always live life for all that it’s worth. Make the most of everything that God sends your way and leave good impressions on everyone, whether that person is a Carter, a client, or your jerk of an ex-husband. Trust your heart to tell you what you need, and be honest with yourself. And always have faith.” “Brad, why are you telling me these things?” she asked. “You’re going to come back.” “I can’t promise you that Linda,” I replied. “I want to, but I can’t. Just trust that the Lord will bring us together again, whether it’s on this earth or in heaven.” “Why?” she demanded tearfully. “Why do you have to go?” “Linda, we’ve been over this…” “Yeah well I’m being honest Brad. I still don’t understand.” “Because…,” I paused, looking into my own heart for the right explanation. “Because I look at you and I look at Carter, and this isn’t the world I want you to live in. This isn’t the world I want him to grow up in. And I have a chance to make it a better world for both of you.” “There’s plenty of people in the military already,” she argued. “Let them go out there and die. It doesn’t mean you have to go.” “Linda, you know I can’t sit back and let others do the fighting for me. And besides, if everyone says that same thing to themselves, who would we have to fight for us?” Linda sobbed, and teardrops ran down her cheeks. I bit my lip. Seeing her cry was enough to bring me to tears as well. “Carter…,” she stammered. “He thinks you’re the greatest. He told me that you’re the best friend he has. And you’re the best friend I have too. How am I supposed to tell him that you’re gone?” I wiped away her tears with my fingertips. “I’m sorry that I don’t have an answer for you, Linda. I’ll be as careful as I can be out there. And I’ll never give up fighting if you won’t.” “Brad, I love you.” We had been saying those words for years now. I always meant every word, and I knew she did too. But I always wondered if she meant them the way I meant them. I could never figure out if she loved me just as a friend, or if there was more. “I love you too, Linda.” I wasn’t about to leave without letting her know. Her face was still cradled in my hands. I leaned in and kissed her lips, being sure to linger longer than our usual friendly pecks. I memorized every surface of her face with my hands and inhaled the scent of her hair one more time before pulling back. There were no more words between us as I stepped back from her doorstep and slowly turned to walk away. The next day, Linda wasn’t at the bus station when my family dropped me off. Part of me had hoped she would show up, to tell me that she loved me the same way. That would have been enough for me to turn back. But I knew that wasn’t the way it was to be – it wasn’t what God had planned for me or for her. The next few years were, to put it simply, hell. But war always is. I took Mike’s advice, never doing anything to make myself stand out. What mattered to me was surviving and getting home to see Linda again. To see Carter grow up. The picture I had of the two of them, taken when Carter was still a toddler, got me through the nights out on the battlefield. At least it did until the news came. For most of the war, the U.S. had done a good job of keeping the fighting confined to foreign soil. One of the advantages that grew out of Bush’s war on terrorism was that compared to stopping terrorist attacks, defending against organized military forces was cake for the Department of Homeland Security. Unfortunately, a few bombing strikes still managed to get through here and there. One of those hit all too close to home. After news of the bombing came, I had spent hours on the phone trying to get in touch with somebody back home. Finally, I was able to reach my brother, who told me that my family had been banged around but everyone was alive. I asked him to contact Linda for me, but apparently he got the same results I had – her cell phone provider was down and her home phone, which she rarely answered anyway, was disconnected. I spent as much time as I could trying to reach her, but to no avail. Eventually, I began to lose hope in ever seeing my Linda again. I drifted through each day on the field, not really caring if I lived or died. Then one day, in the middle of a firefight, I found myself taking cover next to the body of an enemy sniper. Apparently he wasn’t very good at his job. And apparently none of his buddies knew where he was either. I picked up his rifle, which was lying in the dirt next to him. He definitely wasn’t very good at his job – the weapon was almost completely loaded, and he had plenty of spare ammunition still available. His position didn’t provide a very good view of his forces, but it was good enough. Looking through the scope, I picked a target and fired. The rush I got watching the man’s head explode was difficult to describe. It was like I was living again, but at the same time it hurt and burned of anger. Not really aware of myself, I picked another soldier and shot him as he ran for cover. After that day, every enemy soldier I killed in battle was like some sort of atonement for the friend and companion that I had lost. When my years were up, and I was offered the choice to go home or stay, I almost chose to stay. But after a long talk with one of the chaplains I had befriended on the field, I realized that I could gun down the entire opposing army and it wouldn’t bring Linda back. I cried my eyes out that night for the first time since the war had begun. And the next day I went home. I got in touch with my family rather easily, and even Mike wasn’t too hard to find in Canada. But there was still no sign of Linda. For a few years after I got home, I kept on searching. I looked up Linda’s name in phone books wherever I went and called all the numbers, getting no positive results. I even tried calling her ex-husband, but his was a common name and apparently he too had vanished during the course of the war. All the while I was working, using the law degree I had earned prior to the war. I realized that even with parts of the country falling apart from bombings, as long as people had something to complain about lawyers would always be in demand. It didn’t take long for me make pretty good money, and soon I had pretty much gotten my life back to where it was before the war. One Friday, as I was leaving my office with thoughts of a warm shower and a good night’s sleep in mind, I heard Annalee, the receptionist, apparently arguing with somebody. I turned the corner to see what was going on. “I’m sorry,” Annalee said, “But you can’t see anybody without an appointment.” The person she was speaking to, who looked like a high school student, was livid about something or other. “So you’re telling me my asshole dad can show up out of nowhere and start raising hell with my mom, and you won’t help me until I get an appointment?” he asked. “Is everything all right Annalee?” I interrupted. Annalee looked at me, flustered and slightly grateful for the interruption. “Everything’s fine Brad, just explaining to this young man that he needs an appointment before he can see an attorney.” I’m not sure why I said what I said next, but I did. “Well family law isn’t my specialty, but I’m off company time right now. He can sit down and have a chat with me.” “Are you sure Brad?” Annalee asked. I wasn’t, but I said I was anyway. As we headed back to my office, the kid gave Annalee a look that said, “I told you so.” “Okay, first some ground rules,” I told him as he sat down. He didn’t quite seem to be paying attention – he was looking around the room at the furnishings. I guess I couldn’t blame him, as my office was pretty well-equipped by post-war standards. A lot of the stuff – the state-of-the-art computer, Sharper Image electronics, leather chairs – wasn’t available to most. I was just lucky to have the degrees I had. Of the two, only my law degree was hanging on the wall. My undergraduate degree in chemistry had gotten a little beaten up during the war. “Hey,” I said, snapping my fingers to get the kid’s attention. “Like I said, ground rules. First off – no getting smart with Annalee. If I hadn’t volunteered to meet with you, she could have called the police.” The kid instantly seemed to mellow out and became quite polite, and very shy. “I know, sir. I’m sorry. I just lost my temper.” “What exactly is getting you so worked up?” I asked as I leaned forward to my desk. “Like I was telling her, it’s my dad. The jerk goes missing all through the war, and my mom has to take care of me on her own. Then he shows up outta nowhere today and starts threatening to sue her for all she’s got because he didn’t get his two days a week or whatever during the war. But nobody could even find him!” “So I take it your parents are divorced?” I asked, typing notes on my computer. “Yeah, been divorced since I was a baby.” “And how old are you now?” “Sixteen. Just got my license a few days ago. It’s how I got down here – my dad tried to get me to go with him to make up for lost time or some garbage like that. Instead I just hopped in Mom’s car and left.” He was quiet for a few moments, as if mulling over something he had just said. “I should probably get back. She’s got no car, so she couldn’t even get out of my dad’s face if she wanted to.” I was impressed by the kid’s concern. Most teens his age, at least while I was growing up, didn’t think for anyone but themselves and maybe their friends. “Well I’ll try not to keep you long,” I told him, “but I’d like to get down some of your info so I can pass it along to a buddy of mine over in family law. It’ll only take a few minutes. Since you’re apparently wanting to stay with your mom, and you’re only sixteen, they’ll have to meet with her at some point because she’s still your legal guardian.” “Yeah, okay, I can stick around a few minutes. Thanks for helping me, by the way.” “No problem,” I said as I pulled up a new file on the computer. “Now, I need your full name.” “Carter Michael Stryker.” I paused for a moment, then slowly typed in the rest of his name. “And your mother’s name…” I looked up at him before continuing, slowly. “Your mother’s name is Linda Michelle Stryker.” Carter’s eyes widened. “Your father is Richard Stryker,” I continued, my hands beginning to tremble. “He cheated on your mom and that’s why they got a divorce.” “Whoa, hold up,” Carter said. “This is too weird.” I just kept prattling on, my heart was pounding and I couldn’t really stop myself. “Your mom used to work at a store in the mall. Your dad owned a restaurant. Your mom likes peaches, Celine Dion, and volleyball. You,” I pointed at Carter. “Your favorite cartoon when you were younger was Spongebob. At your second birthday one of your mom’s friends came dressed up in a Spongebob costume. For Halloween the year you were one, you were a vampire and the year after that you were Piglet and your mom was Pooh.” At this point Carter was looking at me very strangely. I wasn’t sure if he was afraid of me or just curious. “How do you know all this stuff?” he asked quietly. “I mean – some of it I don’t even really remember, like the birthday and the Halloween costumes. I’ve seen pictures though.” Shakily, I slid him a blank letterhead and let him read my name off of it. “Carter, my name is Brad Christian. I,” I had to swallow the lump in my throat to keep talking. “I was a friend of your mom’s. I used to visit the two of you a lot.” Carter cocked his side to one side and looked at me again. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “Yeah! I remember you. You took us to see the Spongebob movie when it came out. And… you gave me that new bike for my fourth birthday!” The tension was finally broken, and I couldn’t contain my smile anymore. “Man Carter, I’ve missed you,” I told him. “Whatever happened to you anyway?” he asked. “You just kind of dropped off the earth when I was seven. Mom said you came by but she never talked much about it.” “I went to fight in the war,” I told him. “I tried to get in touch with you two after our old neighborhood was attacked, but I never could.” “Yeah, we were actually up at my grandma’s place when it happened. Everything was trashed.” There were a few moments of silence as both of us absorbed what had just taken place between us. “Man this is crazy,” Carter exclaimed. “Wait ‘til I tell Mom about this. Oh shoot, I’d better get back!” “Do you mind if I come with you?” I asked cautiously. “I… I’d kind of like to see your mom, if that’s okay.” Carter thought about it for a few moments. “Yeah I guess, I mean, I don’t see why not. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a friend showing up at her door, instead of my dad. I can drive you there.” ------------------------------- Linda was pretty panicked when Carter and I got to their place. She was standing in her doorway as Carter pulled in. Even though she was distressed, she looked as beautiful as ever. I just sat frozen in the passenger seat as Carter got out. I couldn’t believe it was really happening, that I was seeing them again. I almost expected to wake up out of the dream at any moment. But that moment never came. “Carter, where did you go?” Linda demanded sternly, even as she pulled him close and hugged him. “I was worried you’d get yourself into trouble.” “Awww Mom,” he complained. “It was nothing. I’ve been gone longer.” “Yeah but with your dad being such a jerk and all that’s happened today I kind of… who…?” She stopped in mid-sentence and looked up at me as I got out of the passenger side of the car. “Look who I found, Mom,” Carter said, pointing to me. “Hi Linda,” I said quietly. Linda was silent and still for several moments. Then she stammered, mainly incoherent sounds. Finally, before I really realized what was happening, she flung herself at me and wrapped her arms around me. My arms instinctively did the same to her, and we pulled each other tightly into a hug. “It’s really you,” I heard her sob into my shoulder. “My God, it’s really you.” I tipped my head down and kissed her hair as her hands gripped my shirt collar. Her hair smelled exactly like I remembered it. After a few more minutes of tears and embraces, she stepped back and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “If you had told me you were coming,” she sniffled, “I would’ve cleaned the place up and put on something a little more presentable.” We were both aware that Carter was still hanging around the doorstep watching us, but it didn’t really matter. “Linda, there’ll be plenty of time for that.” I placed both hands back on her waist and pulled her toward me. I leaned in and she tilted her head back just so, both of us flowing seamlessly into a kiss that had been postponed for far too long. It was just like the kiss we shared the night I left, but at the same time it was infinitely better. Her hands drifted around my neck and she curled her fingers into my hair, pulling me in closer. Eventually we broke apart and I leaned my forehead against hers, both of us crying. “I love you Brad,” she whispered. “I love you.” “I love you too Linda,” I whispered back. “I love you in the deepest and most heartfelt way imaginable. And don’t worry.” I looked into her eyes, then over her shoulder at Carter and back at her. “This time, I’m here to stay.” Have Faith... I hope you like this new story…I do plan on continuing it, soon hopefully. Enjoy! As John Morgan sat in front of the computer in his study room, he thought back on his life. He was married to his wife, Monica, for 23 years now. They had met at the college which they were both attending, and later graduated from. They met when they went out on a double date, but both were going out with the other person. John was going out with Deana, Monica’s friend, and Monica was going out with Ricky, a good friend of Johns at the time. At the time, but not soon after, because Monica found that she liked John more and later that night after the double date was “over” Monica stopped by John’s room and they proceeded to get rather intimate. From that time on John and Monica dated, or as John used to say “mated” all during their remaining time at college. After college John got a job working as an engineer for the city of Atlanta, and Monica began work as an accountant. They married right after landing their jobs in Atlanta, and almost right away Monica gave birth to their first child, a daughter they named Cassidy, though John started calling her Cas almost right away. They made a down payment on a nice house on the outskirts of the city soon after. Two years later Monica gave birth to their second daughter, Cynthia, though usually she was know as Cindy, but again John wanted it short and he alone would call her Cyn. For many years things were great John thought. They were doing very well money wise, and managed to save quite a bit into savings and their children’s college funds. John also thought things sexually and relationship wise were great between them. They had been very sexually active during school and experimented quite a bit, trying new things, even a threesome with a female friend of Monica’s. After they married, the sex still stayed varied and plentiful, with both of them performing oral sex often and differing the positions they had intercourse in. Then their troubles began about eight years ago, John thought. Monica was talking to some new friends from work and they talked her into going with them to the church they attended. John remembered Monica saying at the time she did it just to please her friends. At first Monica would only go once in awhile, then suddenly she started going every Sunday and shortly after that would go several times during the week, whenever they held services. John noticed his wife bringing home all sorts of information about her new “religion”. John soon found it was all she could talk about, and how she now felt new meaning to her life. Soon she was volunteering for any function they had and John started to hardly see her between that and work. He seemed to be taking more care of the children then she was now. By the time John noticed that their relationship was starting to slip it was too late. He tried talking to her, about limiting her time and making more at home, but she would grow angry and they would argue. They now had sex little and it usually was just in the missionary position. Then one night after they hadn’t had sex for awhile, he tried to instigate sex and she got mad, telling him sex was dirty and should only be for procreation. John flipped out that night, and they argued all night with him sleeping in the spare bedroom, they used for guests. Since then John could count on one hand the times they had sex. For the first year or so he had thought about a divorce, but did not want to split up his family, even if he got custody of the children, they wouldn’t see their mother much. So John held on, and now it was second nature to not think of sex like he, or they, used to. But to top it off about three years ago Monica decided to quit her job and take up a part time job as a simple book keeper making about half as much as she was making. She did this so she would have more time to “spread the word” as she put it. Then their daughter Cassidy got into a car wreak and had to stay in the hospital for almost six months as they had to repair much of her legs and left arm, all of which were badly broken and scarred. Even with insurance, the bills were incredible and they almost drained their saving and had to take most of their daughters’ college funds. When Cassidy was nearing graduation, a year behind when she should have been due to her injuries, John found they didn’t have the funds to see her off to a good four year college, and due to her grades slipping due to her injuries, she couldn’t get a scholarship. Monica also didn’t want her going away to college due to all the “sex orgies and drugs at those places”. John almost asked for a divorce then, but Cassidy settled it by saying she just wanted to go to a local community college to try and become a registered nurse. She said she had really fallen in love with the thought because of several nice nurses that helped her after the accident. John then thought more of Cassidy, he grinned at the thought…his wife didn’t care much now for their eldest daughter. Cas was the wild one of the two sisters and like dating during high school. Before the accident she was a knockout, and even now she was still a knockout though she did have some scars on her legs and a nice one on her left arm. But she had an outgoing personality and was usually pleasant, though a bit bossy at times, John thought. Monica tried to forbid her from dating saying it was sinful, Cas had almost left home when she did but John stepped in. Cas had a curfew but dated often. And the time Monica found a condom in Cassidy’s purse, Monica almost hit her. The next day John drove Cas down to a local clinic and arranged for his daughter to get birth control, which Cas was very thankful for. But he just said she was going to have sex and might as well be protected. She now worked part time in the day and went to college during the night. John noticed she sometimes came home late or even drunk, but he always tried to cover for her…even lying directly to his wife on more then one occasion. Now Cynthia was almost the opposite of Cas, John thought. Where Cas was outgoing and loud at times, Cyn was usually quiet and reserved. John often thought she had bouts of depression and he thought she wasn’t quite grown up inside. John knew Cyn was just as good looking if not more so, then Cas was, but John knew she had never been out on a date. And she certainly was a virgin, he thought. Her natural shyness and reserved air pushed most guys away, and the one time she had been asked out, Cyn turned beat red and shook her head no. John often worried about Cynthia; he knew that if she didn’t open up soon, she would probably go through life miserable. She was almost ready to go out into the world, it being her last year of high school, and John knew she didn’t have any idea of where she wanted to go or do. And now, so it was John sat in his study…alone as he often did late at night after the house was quiet. He would sit and think, when he wasn’t working on some project for his job. Or he would sit at the computer and do what he often did…masturbate to pornographic pictures and movies on the web. John had resigned himself to a sexless, maybe even loveless marriage… but his large sex drive was still there. He knew that if he didn’t satisfied some part of it, that he would wind up having an affair, and even though he often thought about trying to have one…he still loved his wife. He still had hopes…that maybe…one day she would open her eyes and find what she had been missing…her family. But for now he only had his web connection to ease the pressure in his crotch, and ordered that no one was to ever enter his study unless they knocked first and he opened the door. That was due to the one time his wife had walked in on him while he was close to cumming and she berated him the rest of the night about the “sins of self pleasuring” as she put it. So John sat there, browsing the web sites he liked best, downloading pictures, movies, and stories that seemed hot to him at the moment. He was listening to music off his computer through headphones as he often did while at the computer, and was sitting in the nude as he slowly stroked his growing member in his hand. He was watching a movie clip, of two guys slamming their cocks into a petite blond, the same color as his daughters he thought. He was quite engrossed in the clip, it being quite long, and didn’t notice as the door behind him opened slightly. Cynthia got up in the middle of the night and had to use the bathroom, her bladder feeling quite full. After relieving herself on the toilet, she felt thirsty and walked to the kitchen to get herself a soda. As she passed her fathers study she thought she heard a noise inside and she looked at the clock in the kitchen, two o’clock in the morning. No way is dad still up, maybe he fell asleep while watching TV in there, or something, she thought to herself. She walked to the door intending to knock, then stopped….she didn’t want to wake her daddy that harshly she thought, and she wrapped her hand gently around the door handle and softly opened it, too check too see if her father was still inside. What she saw made her drop her hand from the door and gasp loudly as she took in the entire scene. Cynthia stared ahead of her, and looked at her nude father as he stroked his member. She also noticed the computer screen and could make out that he was watching several people having sex. Then her gazed went again to him as he stroked himself and Cynthia noticed that she thought her daddy had …well… was rather large down there. She had seen some sex Ed movies and pictures, and her fathers seemed far bigger then those. He was turned to the side and facing away from her and the door, so Cynthia thought he hadn’t seen her. She knew it was wrong…but she had never had sex of any kind. Well, at least with others…Cynthia knew what her father was doing…masturbating she knew because of the sex class… but more so because she too used her fingers to get herself off almost every night. She discovered just after puberty that her fingers down there could make her feel very nice. But Cynthia knew that her standing here was wrong…and she hadn’t knocked, her father would be mad at her she knew, but she had never watched a man play with himself before and Cynthia really wanted to see what it was like. Her eyes could hardly make out the video that was playing on the computer and even if she could, she was more into watching her father…and how his hand moved over his large member. Cynthia started to get very hot down there and all over her body. She started to feel her panties getting wet, as she watched her daddy stroking his hard member. Cynthia knew that if she got caught watching she would be in huge trouble…..and even bigger trouble with what she was thinking, but she had to do it. Cynthia opened her pajama pants and held her panties open as she slid her other hand down to her privates… and slowly she started to rub herself…feeling her fingers start to get wet and sticky as her juices flooded out. Cynthia herd her father grunt and watched as he started moving his hand faster over his…cock, that’s what the other girls at school called it. Cynthia then got really turned on and rubbed her wet slit even faster, now pushing her fingers inside herself and she could hear squishy noises coming from her rubbing…oohh she was getting close …she could feel it. And Cynthia thought her daddy was too by the way his hand was flying up and down on his big cock and she heard him breathing heavy and grunting a lot. Cynthia then watched as her daddy’s hand slammed back to his tummy and held it there...and she watched his cock start to squirt and squirt….and squirt, all over his hand, stomach and chest. Cynthia buried her fingers deep inside her now sopping slit and she felt herself reach the edge and she was panting hard and moaned a few times. “Huh….huhh…uumm…yesss.” Cynthia moaned out softly as she pushed herself over the edge and she started to see stars as she felt light headed. She leaned against the doorway and waited for her head to clear. When she refocused on her daddy she saw that he was closing down the video window and reaching up to take the earphones off his head. Cynthia panicked and quickly took her hand from her panties as she tried not to fall with her other hand. She grabbed the door handle and quickly closed the door and hurried from the room and headed back to her bedroom. She stopped and listened…she didn’t hear any loud voices or movement. Cynthia sighed deeply, figuring she had gotten away unnoticed. She entered her room and got back into bed…but found she could not sleep. She laid there and absentmindedly started to rub her still sopping wet slit again as she pictured what had happened. After John had succeeded in getting himself off and had turned off the music on the computer, he thought he had heard something and turned around after getting the earphones off of his head. He saw the door was closed and no one was in the room behind. “Must be my guilty conscience with me being “sinful”…hehehe.” John smiled, glad his wife hadn’t opened the door without knocking. He really needed to install a lock on that door he thought. John continued to surf the web for a few minutes, but feeling his “release” he felt quite tired now…it being past two in the morning. Good thing tomorrow is Saturday…I can sleep late, he thought. John proceeded to shut down the computer, then got up and poured himself a drink which he quickly downed. Another vice my wife doesn’t hold with anymore, he thought. John walked toward the door opened it and turned off the light in the study. When John went to close the door using the knob on the other side he quickly pulled his hand back….it was wet. He touched the handle, and it was wet, he pulled his hand close to his nose, thinking maybe it was somehow old oil from the doorknob and smelled his hand. Damn…he thought…it’s been awhile but Ill be damned if that isn’t pussy cream I smell, he thought. John leaned down and smelled of the handle…he definitely smelled a woman’s juices on the handle. “Now how in the hell…?” He started to say aloud to himself. It had to have happened just a short time ago to still be wet. John then gasped, he had heard someone at the door. He had been caught, but if his wife had caught him then why hadn’t she railed at him…even at this time of night. Then a thought hit him, maybe she was turned on by him beating off, he grinned at the thought and had another. Maybe she’s in bed right now….horny. John wondered if he should try and do anything about it. A short train of thought, even after getting off, the possible chance to getting some pussy after this long made him instantly hard. He quickly moved to their bedroom and went inside. John climbed into the bed he still shared with his wife. He wasn’t sure if she was asleep…maybe she had time to doze off since then he thought. John moved close to his wife and snuggled her, she was on her side away from him. John started moving his hand over her butt, which were covered in panties. Even after finding religion she still only slept in panties and a night shirt, hating getting tangled in the covers. So John only had to contend with her thin panty material. As he moved his hand over her butt, he started to rub his way toward the top of her legs and rubbed with pressure over where her pussy would be. John felt her stir, and start to move, he even heard her moan once. John thinking he was about to get lucky after at least nearly a year, pulled aside the panties and rubbed his finger directly over Monica’s pussy mound. Monica was having a strange dream. Even after finding her calling she still had the occasional sex dream. When she had them she would often awake and pray for forgiveness, but there had been a few times they had been too strong and these were the times she had became weak and would awake John and have sex with him. She would be mad at him after they finished, but even now she loved sex when they had it, which made her even more mad at him and herself. Twice she had even awoken and finding him not in bed, once when he had a business trip, she had felt so needy that she had to use her fingers too satisfy her bestial urges. On the time he had taken the trip she had even been so needful that night that she had needed more then her fingers, but having LONG ago rid herself of sinful sexual devices, she had wondered the house in longing. In the kitchen she had found a cucumber in the refrigerator, and rushed to the bedroom to satisfy those urges. For many days she prayed over that incident, as well as tossing the cucumber in the trash. So it was now that she felt her body respond to her urges now. John was starting to feel her body responding, as she was starting to get wet now. Even though he was amazed she was still asleep having just gotten there, she was now moving her body slightly against his fingers. John figured she must have wiped herself clean after leaving the study door, as she had not been wet when he got into bed. But John knew she was wet now and felt as she opened up and two of his fingers started to slide into her warmth. He felt her start to move more, and knew she was waking. Monica was having a wonderfully sinful dream of a handsome stranger who happened to find her with her dress bent up when she was bent over, looking for something. She felt him bury his face into her, and pushed back as he started to tongue her forbidden hole. She felt quite wicked in the dream and started to feel his tongue go deep, very deep into her…..then she awoke…too find someone’s fingers probing her now wet sin hole. Gasping aloud, thinking it was her stranger from the dream, she twisted her head around and found her husbands face. Monica smiled glad it was her husband, but feeling a pang of regret it was her stranger. Monica then realized the situation and started to get angry. “John…what are you doing!” Monica said, her body still moving, pushing against her husbands fingers. John sunk his two fingers even deeper now with her body turned more toward him, sinking them to the hilt. Monica moaned deeply feeling full for the first time in many months. “Just finishing what we sort of started earlier.” John said as he used his other hand to lift her shirt… and quickly shot his head in and covered one of her nipples with his mouth. Again Monica moaned, even louder this time. She felt every confused, having just awoken and her husband talking of starting earlier. “Wha…what…are you…ummm…saying?” Monica asked between gasps of breath, her body now responding totally too her husbands actions. But part of her still wanted him to stop….it was wrong. “John….uumm…oh god…you got to…sttooppp….this…ohh god…wrong!” she moaned out to her husband. John knew she felt guilty whenever they still had sex but he, and he knew she was as well, too far gone too stop it from happening now. “Mmm baby, you’re too wet too stop now…. but you should have asked me to do this before getting back in bed.” John said as he moved his other hand around and used it to start to rub her clit as he still finger fucked her pussy with the other. Monica’s body shot up and then she flopped back to the bed, a small orgasm running through, but feeling strong due to being unused. But she still felt confused the way her husband was talking, but figured she find out later. For now her body had taken over the talking. “Oh god John…yes…fuck me darling…fuck my pussy.” Monica chanted out, knowing she would have to do penance later, but now….god it felt so good. John again sucked his wife’s nipple into his mouth, and John bit it slightly with his teeth and pulled on it, she used to like her nipples being bitten…it would drive her crazy. John felt her hands encircle his head and almost suffocate him they held him down so hard. John felt his finger being squeezed by her pussy and knew she was cumming….hard. Have Faith... “Uhhh….Uhhhhh…UHHHH MMMYY GGOOOODDD!” Monica screamed out to the heavens feeling lost in ecstasy, floating in heaven, for the first time in a long time. When she came too John had removed his fingers and she weakly looked up and saw he had moved. His head was now even with her bush hair and even as she looked, he buried his head into her, and she felt his tongue slide into her. “Ohhh yes John…yes….tongue me baby…oh shit…yes….fuck me…fuck me with your tongue!” Monica moaned as she thrust her hips up to his face. After a minute he lifted his head and looked at her. “Here return the favor…” John said as he thrust his hips near her head, causing his cock to touch her cheek. She shook her head no. “No John…that’s too sinfulllll…….oh god …yes!” Monica moaned as he moved his tongue back and again began to tongue her pussy. He moved his cock forward and Monica still having her mouth open, felt it slid into her lips slightly. Her body responded and she wrapped her lips around the head of it and started sucking. Part of her was saying this was wrong, but her body screamed for it all. She sucked harder and soon bobbed her head down, taking most of him into and out of her mouth. John gave a wet grin as he felt his wife’s mouth now working his cock. He then pulled back and sucked his mouth to her clit and started tonguing her love button. Monica responded immediately by moaning around his cock and sucking on it harder, and John could now easily hear the slurping noises she was making. John then again took his hand and insert three fingers into his wife, while he kept up the assault with his tongue on her clit. Almost right after insertion, he felt her tighten up and knew she had started another orgasm. “Mmm…ooommhh… gggaawwddd!” She mouthed out around her full mouth as she came again. John then felt the flood of pussy cream over his fingers and removed them and placed his mouth to suck up his wife’s juices. She bucked against his face and soon the deluge slowed. John leaned up and gave her a wet grin as she continued to nurse on him. “Alright Monica…let me loose so that I can really fill you up now.” John said expecting her to spit out his engorged member, and she did pull off of it, but she shook her head no. “Huh huh….I want you to cream in my mouth…I’m…very hungry.” Monica said as she again swallowed his cock into her mouth and started sucking with much noise. John was floored…never in the past had she EVER wanted to swallow his load. The few times he had by accident she always spit it out, and here she was telling him to. She must be crazy horny, he thought with a grin. “Ok Monica…mmm keep that up…and…uuh…you’ll be getting your wish….mmm god…soon.” John said as he surrendered to the feeling of his wife’s mouth around his cock. Monica bobbed her head and slurped on Johns cock, intensely wanting him to cum, too be nasty again like she used to be….more so even. She wanted to take his cum, swallow it and savor it. Monica not wanting too wait any longer for her treat, moved her hand down and slipped her fingers into the crack of his ass and began to stroke his puckered hole. John, feeling very close, was brought over the edge at his cold wife’s nastiness. He thrust his hips up and even as he did Monica slipped a finger into his asshole, causing his orgasm to be even stronger. “HHha…aahh…shhhiittt!” John screamed aloud as he thrust hard against his wife’s mouth and felt his cock buried deep into her throat as his cum boiled forth and started painting her tonsils. Monica pulled back and held just the head inside her mouth, tonguing it as she felt His cream flowing and shooting past her tongue. She started finger fucking her husband up the ass, and with every finger thrust she felt a spurt of his juice and a pulsing of his cock in her mouth. John felt as if he was a puppet, with his wife pulling the string, he had no control over his orgasm now as she used her mouth and finger to bring more cum then he ever thought he had. But Monica couldn’t swallow fast enough and his juice began to spurt from the side of her lips and flowed down her cheeks and chin. But the flow did start to slow, and then stopped all but a small trickle. Monica continued to suck at her husband, then feeling her mouth cum feel, lifted off of him and began to lick down the sides of his shaft. John felt totally drained, feeling as if she had sucked his balls through his cock like a straw. But he looked up at her as she licked him, and saw such a incredibly nasty sight, as his wife’s face was totally coated in his cum and her spit. He watched as she rubbed and licked all over his cock and balls, smearing the combined juices over her entire face. John was so turned on by the sight that his quickly shrinking cock did a reversal and began to fill out yet again. When he was fully hard again, Monica looked up at him and began moving over his body and looked him in his eyes with hers and gave a huge grin. “Have I been naughty, have I been a total slut for you?” Monica almost growled at him. “God yes….you’ve been my naughty slut and I love it.” John told her honestly looking her over and feeling his cock becoming even more engorged then before. “Am I beautiful like this John…covered in your cum and spit….do you think I’m beautiful dear?” Monica asked further feeling totally lost in her sluttiness. “Fucking yes …you are so fucking gorgeous right now…I want to fuck you so bad Monica. I need to be inside you.” John said panting as his wife rubbed her breasts over his chest and he could feel her stone hard nipples. “You want to be inside where John?” Monica said teasingly as she moved her hips and rubbed her soaked pussy over the length of his cock, up and down as her body slide back and forth. “Oh shit…your pussy Monica…you pussy…I want to be buried in your pussy so bad!” John said feeling the heat and wetness over his cock. “You mean this pussy!” Monica said as she slid her body down and bucked her hips causing his cock head to slip between her pussy lips, and then sunk to the bottom of his cock to the root. “Oh fucking YESSS!” John grunted aloud. “Uhhh…oohh yes that does feel sooo good…so you…umm…like being inside my pussy…well do you …ahh…like this?” Monica said as she started fucking up and down on his cock. Even though Monica was sloppy wet, she was still very tight from not being fucked much. With every downward thrust, John bottomed out inside her pussy. “Ohh shit John…oh you feel so good…uuhh….Ohh god...yes...yes…YES!” Monica screamed aloud as another strong orgasm tore through her pussy and reverberated through her body. She slammed down on her husband and her body jerked as waves of pleasure tore through her. John felt her pussy squeezing his cock like a gloved hand and his cock pulsed with each spasm of her muscles. Slowly John felt her orgasm subside and she leaned forward on his body, but he now needed to cum again having gotten this far. John started pumping his hard cock into her now, needed another release. Monica as tired now but her body still responded to his thrusts and she felt the heat rise in her again. “Ohh John…feels so ….mmm …good…hurry though…tired…” Monica moaned out to him, feeling his cock slice a path again into her pussy. John was feeling quite close to cumming again and started to fuck her even faster. “Ohh shit…of…John…Umm…god….Ahhh….Ahh…oohhh…my…god….ah… ah…AHHHHHHGHHH!” She screamed again, taken into the blessed realm of another orgasm. She bucked against him as he slammed into her and felt his cum rise into his cock. “Oh Monica….oh…god…her it comes….Uhhhhhh!” He moaned into her ear as he pushed her down onto his cock as he thrust deep inside her and let loose with another flood of his cum. She continued to moan and pant through her orgasm as she felt her pussy become even wetter with his juices. But soon she lay limp on top of him as he pushed into her for the last time and released her and she felt his nice cock start to go limp. Soon Monica felt it slide from her pussy, followed by the mix of their combined juices. Monica felt totally sated, her lust gone she lay their and pondered what had happened. John laid their for a few more minutes, resting and trying to slow his breathing when Monica fell off of him and rolled over and off the bed, standing up. John looked over at her back as she slowly walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. John felt himself slowly drifting off to sleep and was feeling quite content when he suddenly felt himself being shaken. “What have you done! How…how could you do that too me? I thought you loved me!” Monica said too the now awakened John. John looked up at her stunned, with how she was acting and then remembered she usually regretted having sex after her blood had cooled some. “I do love you Monica, you know that.” John said trying to calm her. “Love me? If you loved me you would never have raped me like that!” Monica cried out, almost hysterical. John couldn’t believe his ears. “Rape you? I did no such thing! You wanted it as bad as I did. How did I rape you?” John said also getting quite loud as he sat up on the edge of the bed looking at his wife. Tear started to flow freely from her eyes. “Yes you did…I never asked you to…ravage me…how can I ask for forgiveness after being so…base. How could you take advantage while I was weak?” Monica said trying to wipe the tears from her face as she stood before him. John felt bad she was crying but didn’t understand how she felt this way. “Monica…it was just sex…good sex…but just sex. You used to love when we had sex.” John said hoping to get through to her. He did, but not in the way he had hoped. He saw the fire now behind her eyes as she grew angry. “Yes…we used to rut like animals…I used too, but I am trying to look beyond my bestial side and find the lord God. I can’t find him if I’m blinded by LUST!” Monica said, screaming the last word as if it was worse then murder. He looked up at her as she clenched her fists and tried to stop her tears. Something again tore inside John and he just resigned himself again to his fate in their marriage. But he had one last thing to say. “Fine then, but…but I just thought that what you saw in the study…well...maybe you were feeling different. Maybe you wanted sex again.” John said and watched the anger being replaced with confusion. “What are you talking about? What about the study, what has that got to do with what YOU did?” Monica said feeling a bit lost and wanting to know what her husband was talking about. As Monica spoke, the warning bells were going off in his head… and he knew he shouldn’t say anymore. “You know…just forget it. I guess…. I guess that it’s just the wife I fell in love with is gone… and I just miss her very much.” John said his eyes filling with tears. John saw that his words had an effect on Monica as well as the anger flooded from her face and she bit her lip as she again began to cry anew. “You think that…that I’m not the same woman inside…that I don’t love you anymore? I do John…but I have to find God…or…or I am lost and can never be with you again. I’m trying to find him for us John…US!” Monica said pleading with her husband. But even though John’s tears still flowed, he was a bit emotionally numb and couldn’t comfort her now. “Fine…you find god…for us or whatever. But I’m going to sleep in the extra bedroom for a few hours before morning. Goodnight Monica.” John said as he turned and walked out of the door still naked and closed it quietly too. He stood at the door, wondering if he should have said that and almost went back to apologize, when he heard his wife’s voice. He listened for a minute, and shook his head…she was prying…prying for forgiveness for her giving into her lust. And praying for her husband to see the light and error of his ways… and John just turned and walked down the hall and onto the extra bedroom. He opened the door, entered, and closed it behind him. He then climbed into bed and set the clock on the table near by and just lay his head down and gave up for the night. He soon went to sleep on top of the covers, tears slowly flowing from his eyes. Cynthia was finishing off yet another orgasm in bed, thinking of her father and how the juices shot from his thing. She laid there resting and starting to drift off to sleep, when she thought she heard some noises. At first she thought it was just her imagination, but she heard a fairly loud noise and it woke her fully. She sat up in bed and nothing. Cynthia then decided to open her door to check in the hall for anything. Her room was the closest to their parents, separated by only the hall bathroom. When Cynthia opened her door and peered out she heard clearly but faintly noises coming from her parent’s room. Curious yet again tonight she crept up to their door and listened. What she got was a earful. Cynthia heard a lot of moans, and then heard very clearly her father shouting as if in pain, and Cynthia almost opened the door to make sure he was ok, but stopped remembering she had almost been caught the last time. So she just continued to listen. She heard so more moans and the bed creaking. She then heard her mother asking her father if she was naughty and if she was a slut. Cynthia perked her ears up after that, and heard her father say she was. Then she heard Monica ask if father liked her covered in cum and spit… and Cynthia wrinkled her nose, but was shocked by her father loud response saying he was and thought her gorgeous and how he wanted to fuck her so bad. Cynthia then heard only a few words, like pussy and then a loud yes from her father. Cynthia then heard the bed get rather loud and figured they were having full sex. She then heard her mother get very loud, and Cynthia figured her mother had just orgasmed. Cynthia smiled thinking her daddy sure could fuck. Cynthia gasped, having never really used that word before, and she giggled softly. She then heard her mother have yet another orgasm, and almost the same time heard what sounded like a orgasm from her father. Cynthia smiled thinking that her daddy must be good at sex for him too orgasm twice. She had heard from other girls that their boyfriends would have an orgasm then just fall asleep. She smiled, she knew her daddy was above average and here was proof. She then started to hear raised voices, even shouting and knew they wer fighting. She heard most of what was said and it didn’t sound as if daddy had raped mother. She sounded quite willing to Cynthia. Cynthia then heard what sounded like her father coming to the door, and heard him say he was sleeping in the extra bedroom. Cynthia panicked and ran into her room and closed the door too but not closed. She watched her father in the nude as he hesitated at the door and then after a minute turned her way. She got behind the door and didn’t peak out…until she heard her father pass her door. Cynthia then opened the door and peaked out and down the hall…just in time to see her father’s naked ass as he walked into the bedroom and he closed the door. Cynthia leaned into the wall and caught her breath, which she seemed to be out of. She told herself to go back to bed and sleep, and she climbed into bed. But sleep would not come to her, she was too excited by the night events. Then she had a wicked thought…she wondered if her father was still nude. As far as she knew, he had no clothes in the room. Maybe she could peak inside and look under the covers….Jesus Cynthia, you would get caught for sure then, she thought. But the harder she tried to forget she had thought it, the more she wanted to try it. Cynthia looked at her clock, almost five o’clock in the morning. He had to be asleep now she thought. Without further thought, she threw back the covers and opened her door. Her mothers light was off and Cynthia hoped she would stay asleep. She crept down the hall, past her sisters room, and stood outside the room her daddy was in. Cynthia built her courage up, and slowly moved her hand to the doorknob. She winched when it mad a small grinding noise. She turned it quickly to try and get the sound over with. Cynthia then peaked inside…and gasped at what she saw. She wouldn’t have to lift the cover too see her father…he was sleeping on top of them. And Cynthia could clearly make out…his cock. Cynthia became eve more excited as she stepped into the room, and tip toed to where the bed was and her heart beating wildly, Cynthia looked down at her father’s naked form. Just about three feet away, she studied his body, and then her eyes were drawn to his member. She felt her slit getting very wet again as she looked on, and Cynthia knew…she knew she had to touch it. It was too close that she couldn’t leave the room if she didn’t touch it. She slowly moved her hand, almost on its own accord until it was a inch away from her touching. She then leaned her whole body and lightly ran her middle finger tip over the bottom of his cock which was facing up toward his chest. She gasped when she saw it jerk at her touch. She grew bolder and lightly pressed two fingers onto it, and moved them from base to the tip of it. She noticed her mouth was open and she was drooling. She was in awe of it and was almost without thinking, was about to wrap her fingers around it…. John stirred in his sleep, and Cynthia almost jumped into the air as she jerked her hand away. She came to her senses and knew that if her father awoke…she would be in so much trouble that she couldn’t imagine the punishment. So Cynthia took one last look and decided to leave. She started to turn… but then had a very naughty thought. She wanted to give daddy a goodnight kiss. Cynthia knew she was risking getting caught but she turned back toward him and kneeled down over her daddy. She leaned over the bed more and ever so gently…pressed her lips to the head of her fathers cock. Cynthia stayed there for a few seconds and parted her lips giving it a good kiss she thought. Again her father stirred and she rose up. But this time he started to move and Cynthia really panicked. She turned and fled out of the door…pausing only long enough to close the door. She then entered her room and closed the door behind her. Cynthia almost couldn’t catch her breath and thought she would pass out. But she moved over to the bed and let herself collapse into the bed. Cynthia then gave a hug grin, not believing she had actually had her mouth on her daddy’s cock. She had kissed her first cock she thought. Cynthia then noticed her panties which where wet from the front to the back of her crotch. Cynthia peeled them off and placed them near her nose, smelling them. She began to imagine her daddy smelling them…or even licking her. Cynthia brought her hands quickly to her sopping wet slit and began to please herself until she fell asleep with her panties next to her head on the pillow. After john fell asleep, he had a troubled sleep. He a dream where he and Monica divorced and he was so lonely in the dream after. He then began to have a dream where he opened the door to his study, to find one of his daughters there outside it….her fingers buried deeply inside her pussy. John wasn’t sure in his dream which one…it seemed very vague that way. But in the dream she knelt down and took his cock into her mouth, and john started to face fuck his daughter. He then laid her down on the kitchen floor and entered her. In the dream he fucked his daughter hard, making her scream in orgasm after orgasm, ending in him cumming inside her. John then awoke…the ending of the dream so intense John felt a urge to orgasm shortly. But he saw it was morning and had to pee very badly. He waited till his hard-on dropped enough for him to throw the bed sheet on him as he walked down the hall to use the rest room. He almost bumped into Cassidy as she opened the door and walked out. She noticed his attire. Have Faith... “Hey dad…umm…what’s with the sheet? You going to a toga party I should know about.” Cassidy said with a grin. She did notice the still sizable lump her father still had poking up the sheet. “Ha…ha…ha. Very funny Cas. No me and your mother had a fight last night. I decided to sleep in the other bedroom, till both of us cooled off, that’s all.” John explained to his daughter as he stood in the hallway. Cassidy gave him a look. “Was she off on one of her religious speeches again?” Cassidy asked her father, feeling bad for him. He really put up with too much from mom, she thought. “Well…in a way…yes…well, its complicated.” John tried to dance around the subject. “It always is with her dad.” Cassidy said, not feeling very much compassion now for mom. Cassidy felt that her mother made all of their lives much more complicated….and miserable. John didn’t really like their daughters putting down their mother this way. Or should he say Cassidy doing it, Cynthia rarely said a negative word about her mother. “Now Cas…be nice. She still is your mother. You know she loves you.” John felt a need to put that in at the last...why he wasn’t sure. “Maybe dad, but if she does she has a hell of a way of showing it. If it hadn’t been for you…I don’t know how I could’ve handled …you know…everything.” Cassidy said, getting quite emotional. Her eyes even started to tear up and she hated when she cried. “Ah Cas…I’m so sorry. I wish things were different too. Shhh…it’ll be ok.” John said as he hugged his eldest daughter, trying to calm her. He knew what she had meant. When Cassidy had been in the car wreak, she was in a car full of her friends…all of them had been drinking at a party. And the driver ran off the road, and the side of the car Cassidy was on had rammed a tree, crushing her legs and slamming into and breaking her left arm. After Monica learned about her daughters drinking and that she had done so at a party, Monica was livid, and went seldom to the hospital to see her daughter. John had brought their daughter home alone, and even then Monica didn’t want to care for her, feeling that she deserved what she had gotten for being sinful as his wife had put it. Even now Cassidy often walked with a limp and she had to use a cane if she did any long walking. Cassidy looked at her father. “Why dad…why did she blame me so much…I never understood that…. Why was she so mad at me?” Cassidy said, letting her emotions out as well as the tears. John knew she had to do this every so often, to release the frustration she felt inside. John knew as well, he felt the same way, and his chest ached with hurt that his oldest child was so hurt inside. “I don’t know sweetie…I don’t know. Maybe she’ll come around soon and see that what she’s doing isn’t good for the family.” John said holding his daughter tight. Cassidy looked up at her father again. “I hope so daddy…I miss our old mom.” Cassidy said snuggling her head into her fathers bare chest. John began thinking of his “old” wife and how they used to go at it sexually, and how close they used to be. Without thinking, his body responded to the nearness of his daughters head on his chest and the nearness of her body, of her smell. John felt his member quickly come to life, and so did Cassidy. John gently pushed her away from him. Cassidy glanced down at her fathers growing tent in the sheet. “Umm dad are you glad to see me…?” Cassidy said smiling, looking at her fathers embarrassing situation, and at the sizable bulge in the sheet. John cleared his throat, and tried to cover his now raging hard-on. This always happens after a long fuck session, he thought. “Again…funny Cas…listen if you’re feeling better I need to go to the bathroom...” John said still needing to pee and now wanting to get out of view of his daughter. Cassidy smiled at him. “Even if I’m not dad…I think you’re feeling better…have fun in there dad, just not to much ok.” Cassidy jokingly remarked as she watched her father enter, then close the bathroom door. Cassidy wondered how big her father really was…it had seemed quite large through the sheet. Then she smiled, wondering if he was going to...well…get off in there. Cassidy knew from experience and a few talks with her father that her parents didn’t have sex very much since mom found “religion”. Cassidy smirked as she wondered just how horny her daddy got, as she walked off to the kitchen to eat. John groaned to himself while he was in the bathroom. He had to wait yet again for his member to down so that he could pee. He was glad his embarrassing situation had made his daughter forget her troubles, but…dammit, this want easy. Going without sex then having a feast of it, and now more then likely six months more at least of Rosie palm and her five daughters. For some reason thinking of Rosie’s daughters brought up last nights mystery. He could be certain Monica didn’t watch him in the study, but then who. Which one of your gorgeous daughters caught you red handed and then ... evidently…used her fingers to please herself before touching the doorknob. John thought Cassidy acted normal around him this morning, but then again she was at least somewhat experienced at sex and more then capable of hiding her thoughts too him. John then wondered if his little shy girl Cynthia could’ve been the one to catch him in the act. John just couldn’t picture her doing anything sexually…much less finger herself in the kitchen, while he did the same in the study. John just couldn’t see it, but also thought Cassidy acted very normal just a bit ago. John was at a loss to figure out which had been responsible at leaving his door handle all juicy. He jokingly thought about asking both to strip so that he could have a smell test of each of their pussies to discover the culprit. John smiled at the thought amused, but also aroused at the thought. Dammit John…stop it…their your children for gods sake, he thought. John sighed…great it still wont go down….shit I gotta pee… Cassidy walked into the kitchen to find her mother already up and at the stove fixing breakfast for everyone. Cassidy still had to admit, that after all her changes, mom sure could cook. Cassidy took in the smells and became very hungry. She had gone out last night after work and hadn’t gotten home until midnight. Luckily mom hadn’t caught me, especially since I was drunk as a skunk. Cassidy had passed into deep sleep after falling onto the bed, her clothes still on. “Morning mom.” Cassidy said to her mother as she came into the kitchen. Monica looked over at her daughter and gave her a small smile. “Hello sweetie, breakfast will be ready in just a minute.” Monica said in a subdued voice. Then she hesitated before asking what came next. “Is…have you seen your father this morning?” Monica asked her daughter, then glancing quickly over at her. “Umm… yeah, I saw him go into the hall bathroom.” Cassidy said feeling very uncomfortable talking to her mother at most times nowadays, but more so knowing her and dad had it out last night. She looked up at her mother and saw that her mother was almost in tears, and Cassidy looked back down at the table. “Well…umm…can you go and tell your father breakfast is almost ready. Ask him if he wants to eat in here or not.” Monica said to her daughter. Cassidy’s eyes popped a bit wider. Dad always ate at the breakfast table, except for times that he had to run out the door. They must have really gotten mad at each other last night, Cassidy thought. “Yeah sure mom, I can do that.” Cassidy said getting up from the table. “And can you wake that sleepy headed sister of yours, she is always sleeping late. It’s a sin being slothful you know.” Monica said looking at her daughter, then feeling regretful she had to throw in that last bit. “Can you just wake her….nicely…and tell her breakfast should be ready when she gets up.” Monica finished saying, then turned back to watch the food. But Cassidy quickly saw her moms face as emotions played out over it, and knew her mom was upset about something. Cassidy usually didn’t feel much sympathy these days for her mother, but she felt bad that her mother was obviously sad. She just couldn’t bring herself to show it in anyway to her mother, there was still too much anger for her still. Cassidy walked back through the living room and into the hall and knocked on the bathroom door. “Dad….hey dad…mom said that breakfast is almost ready.” Cassidy said through the door. She heard a muffled ok and then moved to her sisters door. She started to knock, but then remembered Monica had said wake her nicely, so Cassidy opened her sister door to wake her by gently shaking her, instead of knocking. Cassidy hated being jarred awake by someone knocking on her door. As she approached the bed, Cassidy noticed the panties next to her sisters head. She almost laughed aloud, then wondered why they were on her pillow. She then noticed that the blue panties had a darker spot in the crotch are, and being curious She touched them. The panties still were very damp and Cassidy not being new to having wet panties knew her sister must have gotten very excited about something last night. Cassidy picked up her sisters panties, in a fit of strange curiosity. Cassidy ran her fingers over her sister’s panties, over the wet spot. She then hesitantly brought the panties to her nose to smell them, wondering if her sister smelled the same as herself. Cassidy had a few times, when no one was home or looking, smelled everyone’s underwear in the house at one time or another when she would bring her dirty clothes to the laundry. She remembered getting very excite once over a worn pair of her daddy’s boxer, right after she started thinking of boys when younger. She inhaled deeply the scent over the wet spot, and thinking it very strong, but not so different from her own. Cassidy brought the panties closer and touched the wetness to her cheek and nose, becoming excited and wet herself. She then lowered the panties back in their original position and calmed down for a second. Then Cassidy gently shook her kid sister. Cassidy often thought Cynthia was a bit wimpy, but she liked her younger sibling. They just didn’t have much in common, Cassidy thought. As Cynthia came too and stretched Cassidy talked softly too her. “Hey sleepy head, time to wake up. Mom said breakfast is almost ready, and for me to wake you up.” Cassidy said looking at her sister open her eyes and look at her. Cassidy then got a wicked thought. “Hey Cindy…what’s with the wet panties on your pillow.” Cassidy said and watched the reaction on her sister’s face go from shock to embarrassment as Cynthia looked at them and quickly grabbed them and shoved them below the covers. “No…nothing Cas…I was just…just sweaty is all and took them off…I was hot.” Cynthia stuttered as she lied to her older sister. Cassidy could tell she was lying, she wasn’t very good at it. “Uh huh…well, I hope you had fun last night…being so hot.” Cassidy said and was almost about to leave, when she got even more curious. “Hey…what got you so hot last night?” Cassidy asked smiling, but very much wondering what had gotten her younger sister wet. “Nothing…I ..nothing.” Cynthia said as she looked at her sister. Cassidy didn’t feel like letting it go and for some reason really wanted to know what had gotten her sister so wet. She then came up with a good enough threat that should make her sister tell her the truth. “If you don’t tell me, the truth….Ill go tell mom that you slept without panties and that they were soaking wet when I woke you up. What do you think she will do?” Cassidy said, knowing she was being mean, but too damn curious to stop. Cynthia had some good ideas what their now very strict, prudish mother would do. Cynthia knew if she didn’t tell her sister…her mom would work it out of her. Then Cynthia knew her mother would not be happy about last night. “No…no don’t. Ill tell….just please don’t tell.” Cynthia started to cry. Cassidy felt bad she had caused her sister to cry, not thinking she would get like that. Cassidy knelt down and hugged her sister. “It’s ok, just tell me and I wont tell mom…I promise. Did some boy get you hot in school or something yesterday.” Cassidy said trying to calm her sister. Cynthia shook her head no. “Well tell me then, No mom if you tell me…the truth.” Cassidy said to her sister. Cynthia shook her head yes. Cassidy waited for a minute while her sister calmed down. “It… it was daddy…daddy got me like this.” Cynthia said, and before she could continue Cassidy jumped in. “Daddy touched you last night…he didn’t molest you did he?” Cassidy said growing angry. Cynthia’s eyes popped open and she shook her head no. “NO…I didn’t say that…I saw daddy last night…nude… and he…he had a, you know…a hard-on.” Cynthia said trying to tell Cassidy but her natural shyness made it hard. Cassidy’s eyes popped open this time and she grinned. “How…when…how did you see dad nude?” Cassidy asked excited at this bit of gossip. She wanted more details. “Ok…ok. I was up and went into the kitchen to get a drink last night. I…I heard noises in the study…well..i went to check on them. I opened the door…I know I didn’t knock. I then saw daddy, and he was sitting in front of his computer…naked. He was watching a porno film on his screen and was…well…he was…you know…jacking off.” Cynthia said that last like it was a state secret. “But I…I watched him…I had never seen…a… a mans thingie hard...and watched as daddy…you know…” Cynthia said and making the motion of jacking off. Cassidy almost burst out laughing, but settled for a huge grin. “You mean you watched dad beat off?” Cassidy said then thought of something else before Cynthia could answer. “Did he cum…did you watch that too?” “Yes..yes, he did…and yes I watched it. I…I…even…you know…used my… well… fingers too you know.” Cynthia said getting excited telling her sister and then making the motion above the covers of fingering herself. Cassidy almost hit the floor shocked, that her sister would peak like that…THEN finger herself as she watched. “Shit you didn’t. You watched dad jerk off and you diddled your self while you watched?” Cassidy said, her whole opinion of her sister changing as they talked. “Yes, then I was still excited and had to do it again in the bed. Oh then something else happened.” Cynthia then remembering her getting up and listen at the bedroom door. “What happened?” Cassidy said wishing she could have been the one to find her father like that. “I guess daddy was still excited, because I heard them going at it in their room….you know having sex. God Cas…you should have heard them. Then for some reason they argued, and daddy slept in the other bedroom.” Cynthia said, making sure to leave off what she did later while her father slept. As it was Cassidy couldn’t believe it. “So that’s why dad came walking for the other direction this morning, I was wondering about that. I wonder why they argued after they had sex?” Cassidy thought out loud. “I don’t know, but…you said you wouldn’t tell mom. You aren’t are you?” Cynthia asked worried she wouldn’t keep her promise. “Hey I promised, I wont tell mom. But I never said anything about dad.” Cassidy said with a gin. She watched as her sisters face turned sheet white. Cassidy began to laugh at her sister’s face. “No…no I’m not. You can’t take a joke Cindy.” “That was mean Cas.” Cynthia said as she slapped her sister on the arm, none to gently. Cassidy was almost about to slap her sister back when… “What was mean?” Monica said as she then appeared around the corner of the door and looked into Cynthia room. “Are you being mean to your little sister Cindy. You know I wont stand for that in this house.” The two sisters looked back at their mother, both of their faces red, glad their mom hadn’t showed up a minute ago. “No mom she wasn’t….I just didn’t wake up well is all.” Cynthia said, not wanting to get her sister in trouble. Cassidy turned around and mouth a “thank you” to her younger sister. “Ok…but you two need to come on, the food is getting cold. God didn’t provide us with food so that it could be wasted for idle talk, or little sleepy heads. Come on.” Monica said as she turned, closed the door, and walked back down the hall. The two of them listened as her footsteps receded down the hall. “Man that was close. If she had heard anything of what we had been talking about…” Cassidy said leaving her statement hanging. Cynthia just shook her head in agreement as she threw back the covers and grabbed some clothes to throw on. Cassidy didn’t mean too, but watched her sister intently as her nude form moved about the room. Her sister was much shorter then herself and where she was well built as they say, her sister was small breasted and small hipped, making her look much younger then her 18 years. Cynthia sensed her sister was watching her and covered up with her shirt before putting it on. “What are you looking at?” Cynthia said, feeling now a bit self conscience around her older sister. “Nothing…I was just thinking about the difference in our bodies is all, how you’re smaller in size then me.” Cassidy said meaning no offense and not telling her sister that her looking had been more then simple observation. “Are you saying I’ve got small breasts?” Cynthia said defensively, thinking hers were good sized. Cassidy smiled at Cynthia. “No…just looking at the differences in both of us is all, but hurry or mom will get mad.” Cassidy said, wanting her sister to finish dressing. “Ok…but stop looking so hard at me.” Cynthia said as she continued to get dress, throwing on her shirt over her bra. Cassidy grinned at her. “Ohhhh I’m ogling you…stop worrying yourself sister. You’re not my type.” Cassidy said as she walked to the door and placed her hand on the knob. “What is your type Cas?” Cynthia asked her sister before she opened the door, strangely hurt her sister might not find her attractive. “Men…preferably with big cocks.” Cassidy said, trying to shook her shy sister. Cynthia grinned to her sister and responded. “Oh…you mean like daddy then.” Cynthia said with a smile as she slid on her pants. Cassidy whipped her head around and looked at her sister. “Dad has a big one? How big was it Cindy?” Cassidy said very curious…. and excited. “Mmm about this big id guess.” Cynthia said holding her hands fingers about 10 or so inches apart. “And about this thick.” She said closing her fist to make a circle, but leaving it very open. Cynthia smiled as her sister swallowed hard. “Damn that is big…I wish I had been the one to see it last night.” Cassidy said as she again turned to open the door, and she missed her sister’s sly grin. “You know daddy does spend a lot of time in his study….not all of that can be work, I was figuring last night.” Cynthia said hoping to shake her sister. Cynthia had indeed given the idea more thought…wondering if she could catch her father again in that position and have another look. Cassidy again stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Hmm…that’s interesting. But if we don’t get to the kitchen moms going to have us for breakfast as well.” Cassidy said opening the door and took a few steps into the hall. Cynthia didn’t know what had come over her but she couldn’t help what she said as her sister left. “That too might be kinda interesting.” Cynthia said jokingly as she smiled. Cassidy had heard her comment and stopped in the hallway. She too thought that might be interesting. A sudden image popped into Cassidy’s head of forcing her mother’s mouth to eat her out, and Cassidy shivered. She wasn’t sure if it was from lust or disgust. She then continued her walk to the kitchen, and heard her sister close her door on the way out. When they arrived in the kitchen, both john and Monica looked up at them. Monica gave them a scornful look.