I leaned back in my chair and relaxed. It felt damned good to just kick back and think about our day. It was a hell of a day. My sweet little wife Serena and my beautiful daughter Molly and I had gone to Crystal River, A small fishing village about a two and a half hour drive from home. We went out on a charter boat and had a ball.
I didn't fish much. I just had such a hoot just watching my two tiny girls scream and swear as they fought huge groupers. I didn't want to take a second away from their fun. I had been there and done that plenty of times. The crew of the boat fell all over themselves to try and help the two gorgeous girls; I just sat back and grinned.
They are stepmother and stepdaughter but they were more like sisters in the way they treat each other. They look nothing like each other except in size. My wife Serena is a beautiful ex-runway model; she has light brown skin and dark brown hair, brown eyes and an outstanding figure. Molly, my daughter is a real knockout too! Trim sweet figure, blond hair, blue eyes and fair skin. They love each other very much.
To my knowledge there has never been a cross word exchanged between them. Both of them are tiny girls. They are both just under five feet tall and neither of them weighs a hundred pounds. It is pure pleasure to be around the two of them. As you can probably tell I love both of them a whole bunch.
I could hear them giggling in the kitchen. They were trying to decide how to cook one of the large groupers they had caught. I knew how it would end up. Talk Daddy into doing it. I heard the laughing slip into whispers and knew they were planning their strategy to get me up and cooking the fish. I heard them in the hall.
I feigned sleep. They were kissing me awake. Not a bad deal.
Molly said, "Daddy we can't decide how to cook the grouper, do you want it boiled or poached?"
I said something like, "Um, er, ah, lemme sleep a bit longer. Wake me up when it's ready. Scnarf, snort, zzzz."
"Honey, what is the best way to cook grouper, can you show us?"
"Hun, um, what ya want? Snort, Snore, Zzzz."
"TOMMY, WE LOVE YOU."
"Hun hun! Yup snort snarfle Zzzzzzz."
"The poor old fart is just tuckered out. We will just put the fish in the refrigerator and order Pizza. OK."
"Right girl. At least I will get some rest to night, he will be too tired to love me, and I guess I'll just have to find a younger guy to fill in when he gives out like this."
"What! All right, you guys gang up on me all the time. You don't give me a chance to catch a fish then you expect me to cook them for you."
"Oh! Our Lord and Master has deigned to speak with us. Oh! Aren't we lucky?"
I jumped up and tried to catch one of them. They were ready for me and ran into the kitchen. Molly grabbed the fish and I thought she was going to throw it at me. She yelped and I knew she had cut herself on the sharp teeth. I took the fish from her and washed her hand under a stream of water at the sink. He thumb had a nasty little cut on the ball of it.
I kissed it and told Serena to get out the first aid kit. It was a shallow cut not requiring stitches. I washed it with peroxide and dried it off after the foaming stopped. I got out a band-aid and put some Neosporin on the gauze pad and put it over the cut. I looked at my wife, "Have you ever seen anyone go to so much trouble to get out of washing the dishes to night?"
"Oh no, She is severely injured. She should be lying down and recuperating.'
"Right."
"I know when I am outnumbered. You guys go sit in the living room and watch TV. I'll throw something together for dinner."
Thirty minutes later we sat down to a meal of broiled grouper with a lemon butter sauce, fried plantains, black beans and rice. The girls raved over the meal. I knew it was nice but they figured to lay the praise on thick so they wouldn't have to cook next time. I spiked that by telling them I had saved the fish eyes and tongues for a treat tomorrow. Molly immediately insisted she was going to cook hamburgers tomorrow evening. I said that was fine, we could have the fish eyes and tongue for lunch. My sweet wife said she had everything planned for my famous open- faced sandwiches for lunch.
I tried to look very disappointed but they were on to me by then. They whispered together for minute and said that I could fix the fish eyes and tongues for my dinner and they would have hamburgers and watch me eat the other stuff. There was always teasing and banter going on between the three of us. There was never any meanness or anything but fun involved. We had planned to go on a bike ride the next day but decided that since I was so old and decrepit they would let me rest. I said it was no problem; I would just follow them in the truck so I could give them a ride home if they got tired before they went the required fifty miles.
"Fifty miles." They both yelped. "We won't buy that. You'll get us out there twenty-five miles and leave us there. Right?"
"Gracious sakes! I wouldn't do that."
"Horse Hockey," laughed Molly, "That's what we would do to you."
We called a truce for the evening and after we all pitched in and cleaned up the kitchen we took showers and put on our night wear and sat in the den and talked about our day. We were all tired and I lay on the couch. Serena and Molly sat on the floor on our big pillows.
My wife crawled over to me and begged me to lie on the floor and put my head in her lap. I did as she requested and she began rubbing my temples and kissing my eyes. Molly lifted my feet into her lap and massaged and rubbed my feet and lower legs. I struggled to stay awake. Their attentions were delightfully relaxing. I fell asleep I guess and awakened to their soft giggling.
Serena kissed me and said, "Let's all go to bed." We had just all settled in when a very noisy and violent thunderstorm crashed around us. Molly burst in our room. Daddy, I'm scared, can I get in bed with you guys?"
"Sure Baby, hop in."
I lay on my back. Serena cuddled to one side and Molly to the other. I kissed and held each of them. By the time the storm moved off they were both sound asleep and I was fading fast.
I awoke the next morning with my arm around a warm little body, my hand cupping a sweet breast and my erection pressed between the cheeks of a soft warm ass. It felt delightful. I caressed the nipple and I jerked awake. I was relieved to see bark brown hair in front of my face. Serena whispered, "Don't move, that feels good." I heard a giggle behind me. "Don't you guys ever quit?"
Serena said, "God I hope he never does."
Molly said, "My turn next time." And giggled her way out of the room. Serena giggled too. I thought about that for a long time. I knew I had just been teased by an expert. I wondered where she got that shit from. Certainly not me!
One day Molly went off into town to do a little shopping. Serena was working a day shift at the hospital. Molly was a little late getting home so I called her on the Nextel phone.
"Yes, Daddy, what is up?"
"Nothing Babe, I was expecting you earlier, that's all. Everything OK?"
"I ran into some kids I knew from Middle School, do you remember, Mark McCoy?"
"Yes I sure do, nice little fella, as I recall, glasses, freckles, all knees and elbows.
