Daddys Girlfriend Fixes The Family

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Author's note

: There are no incidences of incest in this story.]

Twenty-one-year-old college junior Morgan Updike sleepily staggered into the kitchen where her brother was already eating a bowl of cereal. "Mornin' Baby Bro."

"Good Morning, Sister Dear." The two had all sorts of alternate names for each other, but neither was feeling especially creative this morning.

"How'd you sleep?"

"How do you think?"

"This is getting out of control. We've got to do something. I'm so fucking sick of not sleeping because of them going at it all night."

"Oh I hear ya. I got a D on my Chem test yesterday. I can't stay awake for the lectures. I can't study. I can't even think. But what can we do?"

"We've got to talk to Dad."

"OK.

You

talk to him."

"I was thinking we should both talk to him."

"And say what? 'Dude, your fucking girlfriend's such a screamer that the rest of us aren't getting any sleep. I appreciate that you're happy to be getting some and all, but could you guys please tone it way the fuck down!' You mean say something like that?"

"Yes. Say it way nicer than that of course, but still say something."

Just then, thirty-year-old Daniella Flores bounced downstairs and into the kitchen in a great mood. "Good Morning, Ronan. Good Morning, Morgan. It's going to be a beautiful day today!"

Daniella was always going on about the weather. Weather was her thing. Daniella worked as the Weather Girl for Channel 4 News. "Meteorologist," she was always quick to correct people when they referred to her as "Weather Girl." Morgan and Ronan had both been corrected, but despite this, they definitely thought of her as the Weather Girl. On air, Daniella always wore tight dresses that showed off her stunning body. This morning she was wearing one of their father's white dress shirts, with three buttons undone, and no bra. The shirt hung down to cover her ass so you couldn't tell, but neither Morgan nor Ronan would have been surprised if she was not wearing panties, either.

"Good Morning," the children responded politely, but not especially warmly, from their seats at the table. They barely looked up at her. Ronan was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Morgan was in a sweatshirt and running shorts.

"Don't let me interrupt you. You were trying to figure out how to say something politely?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Morgan replied. "Ronan was just trying to figure out how to talk to one of his professors."

"Yeah. I need to ask if I can retake a test."

"Oh...oh. Well, yes, for sure you will want to be polite for that."

Just then the children's father, David, walked into the kitchen. He was dressed for work, already fully decked out in suit and tie. David was a partner at Cransler, Updike, and Norman, perhaps the leading firm in the city specializing in estates and trusts. He looked every inch the reputable, reliable attorney, with a strong jaw and enough grey around the temples to be taken seriously. He slid straight up behind Daniella, wrapped his arms around her, and held her warmly while he nuzzled her neck. She leaned back into him and purred. David inhaled deeply, his nose buried in the luxuriant cascades of dark brown hair that fell around her shoulders.

David and Daniella together were the very picture of satisfaction and contentment. Morgan and Ronan couldn't help but notice, just as they had noticed it for the last three weeks, ever since Daniella moved in full time. And just as before when they'd tried to bring the nighttime noises, the sight of the two together took the piss right out of them. It was so nice to see their father happy. They could barely ever remember him being happy before he met Daniella.

Daniella rolled around to kiss David, deeply and warmly, savoring him, with her hands on the side of his face like he was going away on a long journey, instead of simply heading off to work. David pulled her close to crush her body against him, with one hand grabbing her butt cheek. With Daniella's arms raised the shirt rode up enough so the onlooking kids could tell that yes, she was in fact wearing panties, small black ones that showed off her toned and shapely ass.

The two lovebirds whispered something into each other's ears, then, only after breaking the embrace, David noticed his children in the room. "Oh hey kids," he greeted them cheerily, grabbing a muffin and a banana from off the counter as he headed out the door.

With David gone, Daniella wasted no time getting her coffee and returning upstairs to the bedroom.

"Shit." Ronan summed up how both he and his sister were feeling. After what they'd all been through, the long years of screaming, fighting, sulking, drinking, and the constant tension that had filled the house before their mother left, of course they wanted happiness for their father. David was undeniably happy and relaxed. Mr. straightlaced, stick-up-his-ass professional rectitude had magically turned into an easygoing good-time Charlie.

Not long after Daniella left, Ronan loaded his bowl in the dishwasher and headed back upstairs to his room. He picked up the kleenexes off the floor where he'd thrown them the night before and laid down on his bed. Immediately his thoughts drifted back to Daniella. He closed his eyes and conjured up the image of her in that dress shirt, leaning back into his father. He could see her dark nipples stiffening into points as his father's arms had wrapped around her. Her legs were so smooth and tanned. Her hair was loose and wild the way it fell over her shoulders. She was so damn beautiful. The expression on her face was so sensuous. Ronan couldn't help but pull down his sweatpants, grab ahold of his hard cock, and let his fantasies run. To be able to make love to a woman like that, to have her respond so fully to his touch, to fill her with such rapture that she cried out his name and screamed over and over again, in orgasm after orgasm over the course of hours. Hours!

Ronan made a mess all over himself again. He got another wad of tissues, wiped himself off, and got in the shower.

Morgan didn't have it much better. To her, Daniella was annoying. There was the lost sleep of course, but that was not all. Daniella always managed to look put together. She was fucking gorgeous, seemingly without even trying. She ate whatever she wanted and barely worked out, yet her tits and ass were perfect. She monopolized all their dad's attention, and most annoyingly of all, Daniella could apparently have multiple orgasms each night, every single one of them seemingly more intense and joyously fulfilling than anything Morgan had ever experienced herself.

Granted, Morgan had never had a guy as apparently crazy for her as her dad was for Daniella. She'd had two boyfriends, one in high school and one in college, and neither one could make her cum, except very minimally and very rarely. The only orgasms she'd ever had were tiny ones, mostly ones she'd given to herself.

The boys in school used to make fun of Morgan, calling her Morgan Uptight instead of Updike. She hated that name, all the more so because it stuck, and the reason it stuck was because it kind of fit. Personality-wise at least, Morgan took after her father, at least the way her father used to be. The obviously relaxed comfort Daniella felt in her body was totally alien to Morgan, and she envied Daniella for it. Jealousy ate away at her every day, and especially every night as she lay there, listening to what she wanted so badly, yet had never had.

Morgan also resented the way Daniella made her think about her father, the way Daniella put those thoughts in her head. She could not avoid the fact that Daniella's cries of pleasure turned her on. Even though she tried to imagine it was other men, she could never completely forget who was really making Daniella feel that indescribable pleasure.

To make matters worse, her father and Daniella's behavior that morning was far from an isolated incident. Those two acted frisky all the time. Their hands were all over each other. They teased and joked constantly, blatantly. Just two days before, Daniella had said her favorite breakfast was "sausage and milk." Then they shared a sickening stifled smile with each other, like kids who just got away with something. Daniella liked to wear revealing clothing around the house too, not just those tight dresses she wore on air. Morgan and Ronan had often seen sexy lingerie visible under Daniella's dressing gown. She seemed not to own any pants or shorts that weren't tight. She was fond of crop tops and workout wear. But she made their father happy.

The next morning was Saturday, and Morgan took full advantage of the much-needed opportunity to sleep in. The two horn dogs had only gone at it for about 40 minutes the night before. That was practically a record for the least intrusive night so far. Morgan got up around 10:00 and went downstairs for breakfast in the best mood she'd been in in a while. What she saw, though, short-circuited everything.

Her dad was leaning back against the kitchen sink. His arms were holding onto the counter behind, as if to steady himself. His head was slightly back. His eyes were closed. His bathrobe was open, showing his bare torso. And there, on her knees in front of him, was Daniella. Her dressing gown was open, exposing her naked, swaying breasts. Her father's cock was in Daniella's mouth.

Morgan froze. She had a couple of seconds to take it all in before they noticed her. Daniella's eyes were briefly closed too, and then she opened them and instinctively pulled back in shock. Morgan then saw her dad's fully hard cock, shiny with Daniella's saliva. It was surprisingly large and looked like he was about to pop. Her dad opened his eyes as soon as Daniella had released him. They both stared at Morgan for a moment, frozen in time, before quickly scrambling to cover up.

Daniella, still kneeling on the floor, held her hand over her mouth and started to laugh.

"Ohmygod Morgan," David said as Morgan gasped and raced back upstairs to her room, slamming the door. Then David started to laugh too. After taking a minute to compose himself, David climbed the stairs after her.

The commotion woke up Ronan and caused him to come out of his room to see what was going on. He was just in time to see his father knocking.

"Morgan honey, can we talk?"

"Go away!"

"I'm sorry you had to see that honey, but I think we should talk about it."

"I said, GO AWAY!"

David stood at the door, his hand poised to knock again, but hesitating.

"What's going on?" Ronan asked.

"Your sister saw something that upset her. It's none of your business, Ronan."

The fact David was in his bathrobe didn't tell the whole story, but it gave Ronan a clue. "Does it involve Daniella?"

David turned to look at Ronan. He looked as if he was about to say something, but he did not.

"Too much PDA?" Ronan asked.

David said nothing. He simply turned and went back down the stairs. Ronan knew better than to push his sister for details right then, but he definitely planned to bring it up later. Then just as Ronan began to retreat back to his room, his father came back up the stairs. Clearly this was important to him. To second guess his own action like that was not like him at all.

"It's not public," he said. "This is my house. You remember how it used to be around here. Was that better? Did you prefer that?" He turned around and went back downstairs.

Morgan heard every word, but she did not come out. She was full of conflicting emotions. And now, on top of all that, she had the added burden of an image she absolutely could not get out of her head.

The Updikes were not a family who discussed personal things openly. They could discuss politics, scientific issues, philosophy, art, religion even, almost any topic could prompt intense and heated discussions of an hour or more. But talk about feelings, talk about sex, talk about relationships, all those were practically unknown and deeply uncomfortable for both the father and his children.

Recent events however, were bringing about a change. Shared discomfort had already prompted Morgan and Ronan to start talking with each other. That Saturday morning was a significant crack in the impenetrable concrete dam that was their father, but it would take more to make the dam break.

Both children wondered if Saturday morning's events would have an effect on the nightime goings on around the house, and Daniella and David's general behavior, but they did not. Those two continued the displays of affection. They continued the nighttime activities too, although the following Monday each of the siblings found a machine to generate white noise and a set of reusable ear plugs outside their bedroom doors.

The noise cancelling aids helped some, although not entirely. Mostly they just made Daniella's cries a little fainter. It wasn't like they were completely shut out. And hearing even the smallest part of it was more than enough to put Daniella back in Ronan's brain and make his dick hard. The faintest orgasmic outburst or knocking headboard was enough to ignite the conflict within Morgan that she couldn't quell, that made her wet, craving contact of any kind, but especially the feeling of a big, hot, throbbing cock filling up her insides.

Ronan was spending a lot of time with a throbbing cock too, but it was his own. One morning after showering he stood looking at himself naked in the bathroom mirror, jerking off to make his cock as big as possible and see how he looked. The water had been off for a while. He had kind of lost track of time, when suddenly the door opened. It was Daniella. She saw everything.

"Sorry!" she exclaimed. She shut the door but then continued to talk. "I heard the water go off ages ago. I thought you were out. I thought you just left and forgot to turn off the fan."

"You should still knock!"

"Yes. I'm sorry. Can I open the door now?"

Ronan had wrapped himself in a towel. "Sure."

Daniella opened it to talk. "Look, Ronan, I know it's embarrassing. But everybody checks themselves out. I still do it sometimes. Plus you have nothing to be embarrassed about." Her eyes flashed down to his now towel-covered crotch. "Seriously. You're going to make some girl very happy." She smiled.

Flashes of a thousand different porno scenarios raced through Ronan's mind. The woman he'd been fantasizing endlessly about had just complimented his cock! He waited for what was to come next...

But that's where it ended. Daniella did not drop to her knees to get a closer look. She did not close the door behind her and peel off her shirt to seduce him right there. She simply closed the door and left.

Daniella was completely focused on David, not his awkward 19-year-old son.

Another incident happened on Thursday. It was around 8:30 pm. Ronan didn't know where his father and Daniella were. He thought perhaps they had gone out. He went into the garage to get a screwdriver out of the toolbox. When he heard a noise and looked over towards the car he noticed two stocking-covered, female-looking feet. One was up on the dashboard and the other was propped on the back of the driver's seat. Her legs were moving slightly and when he stopped to listen, he could hear moaning. Half a step closer and he saw what he assumed was his father's ass up in the air above the steering wheel. His pants were still on, but pulled down enough so the cheeks were bare. Ronan retreated to his room.

On Saturday the kids both went to a party some friends were giving. This was supposed to be a big deal party, one everyone was going to, not to be missed. Since neither had dates, the siblings decided to go together. But the party was wild, too out of control for the Updikes. They decide to leave before the cops showed up, cuz that's where it seemed like it was headed. In the car on the way home, they started to talk.

"They won't expect us home this early," Morgan said.

"Shit. They'll probably be fucking each other bare-assed right in the middle of the living room."

"Yeah. Or he'll be eating her out on the kitchen counter, right where we put our food."

"Or she'll be blowing him in the garage, and we'll see them as soon as the door goes up, like deer in the headlights." They both laughed.

"Did you know I caught them in the kitchen?"

"No. Caught them doing what?"

"She was actually on her knees blowing him, right there in front of the sink?"

"And you caught them?"

"I saw it all, Ronan. She pulled off him and I actually saw Dad's dick."

"Oh shit! Ohmygod. Was that what happened the day he chased you into your room!"

"Yep. That's the one."

"Jesus. I can see where that would be...upsetting." They were both silent for a moment. "She caught me in the bathroom."

"Caught you, like what?"

"You know..."

"Oh." Morgan paused. "Ronan, this is crazy. What are we gonna do? What can we do? I don't have the money to move out."

"Me neither."

"We could get jobs. Save up."

"After I fucked off freshman year I need to take 18 credits/term now or I won't graduate on time. I'm barely keeping up as it is. I don't have enough time for a job."

"Yeah. I don't want to take 5 or 6 years to graduate, either."

"So we're stuck."

"I guess so. Just gonna have to make the best of it."

"It's so different now."

"Like dad said, was it better when it was always tense, like it was with mom, or when they were fighting?"

"I suppose not. But kinda?"

"I know what you mean." They laugh.

Morgan said, "I think she's trying to MILF-tease you. The way she dresses. Catching you in the bathroom. How are you doing with that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, I know how guys are. Forgive me for asking, but is she getting to you? Are you fantasizing about her? C'mon. She's fucking gorgeous. You can admit it. You can tell me. She has to be getting to you."

"Maybe sometimes. I don't think she's doing it on purpose. But then sometimes I wonder."

"Oh she totally knows what she's doing. I bet she gets off on it. I bet it gives her a little secret thrill, to have not only our hot dad lusting after her, but his hot teenage son too."

"Wait. You think Dad's hot? You think I'M hot?"

"Well...objectively...yeah. Kind of. I mean Dad's in good shape. He's handsome. He's successful. He's the type of older guy lots of women go for. And you're good-looking too. I know you're a doofus, but I don't think other girls know that." They both laughed, then Morgan continued. "So...I shouldn't ask. I shouldn't say this, but, do you think I'm pretty? I mean, I know I'm not as pretty as she is, but...be honest...how would you rate me, on the 1-10 scale?"

"Jesus. I mean you're my sister. I don't think of you that way. But, if I'm trying to be objective, and I really mean this, you're prettier than Daniella. She's sexier, I suppose, and she's got a great body, but you've got a prettier face. I'd say you're a solid 7, maybe an 8...no...definitely an 8."

"And Daniella's a 10?"

"Don't do that to yourself. You don't have to compare yourself to Daniella, or to anyone. You're beautiful, Sis. All my friends think you're beautiful."

"You mean those pimple-faced morons and goons you used to bring over?

"Hey! Craig's face has really cleared up. And Tracy's starting to...yeah, I guess he is kind of a goon." They laughed again. "Seriously...some guys think they want a Daniella, but most guys really just want someone cute they can be buds with, who's not an airhead, not too stuck on herself, and who actually likes them just as much as they like her."

"And who can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch."

"Of course that doesn't hurt," Ronan said. They both laughed again.

"Do you think that's why Dad went for Daniella?"

"Honestly, I think that's probably part of it. She's kind of a trophy. He probably enjoys showing her off to his partners and the clients. And he's probably enjoying the hell out of banging her every night, after living for all those years in a basically sexless marriage with mom."