Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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A few weeks have passed since that night, the night I had lost control. Honestly The next day had been the worst. Waking up from a few hours of sleep to a semi hangover. Taking as much time as I could with my morning routine of coffee and a cigarette so one of my daughters might wake up, then leaving and being relieved that they had not. I had then spent one of the longest days of my life at work, so filled with anxiety that I ran the lawnmower right over a client's prized rosebush. The worry seemed to have been for naught. I had come home to two happy daughters, informing me that they had both acquired jobs already. Heather started in a few days, and Kara in a week.
Nothing. Not one single comment from either of them. I could only assume that the reason Heather did not bring anything odd up was due to Kara keeping the incident a secret from her older sister, but, why nothing from my youngest? I mean, she had woken up to find her father's manhood in her mouth! Yet as the days went past, I was coming up with all kinds of reasons that she was still acting normally toward me. Well normal for her, she still glanced away from me when we locked eyes, still never called me 'daddy' or even father or dad when we spoke, but the question that was keeping me up at night,was Why? I did notice one thing now that I was paying close attention. Not only did Kara often stare at her sisters feet (bare or otherwise) I would often see the two of them go off to Heathers room right before bed, with Kara staying in her room for five to ten minutes before emerging and going to her own room. Perhaps these too were for Kara to get her nightly foot fix from her big sister, but if that was still the case, what was keeping her from confronting me?
Was she embarrassed by what had happened? Ashamed she had let me finish in her mouth rather than telling me to stop? I even dared to hope she had either not remembered it, or else had shrugged it off as a dream,
As the time had passed, things were moving along as one might expect a newly reunited family to; The girls informed me that when they had found work, it was at the same place. An Olive Garden on the far side of town. Heather was a hostess and Kara had started in the kitchen it seemed. They had both been delighted to find out that they needn't ask me for rides or catch the bus everyday. I had waited an extra day after the, incident, for obvious reasons, before opening the garage revealing a pair of new SUVs, one black and the other blue. Heather had kissed me right on the mouth when I told her I had bought the cars for them, and Kara had not hesitated to hug me tightly. Both of them were overjoyed with the gifts. I brushed off comments of how I had bought them, the girls nearly fainted when I told them I had paid cash and there was no need to worry about car payments.
And so those two weeks had now past, and I found myself coming home from a terrible day at work. I had been pouring rain all day and even with my gear I was still soaked to the bone.
I pulled up to the house and see that Heather's SUV is parked out front in my normal spot. So I pull up and open the garage to park instead. Kara's SUV is gone so I assume she has gone to work.
I walk into the house and grumpily put much of the contents of my pockets on the counter, toss my jacket, and head for my lazy boy. I don't even have the mental capacity to kick off my boots, what a day. I close my eyes and my mind starts going over the long list of things that had gone wrong today, and I just try to let my heart settle.
"Well well, If that is not the sourest face ever!" comes a calm sarcastic tone. I don't open my eyes. I feel a little bit of regret that Heather has caught me in such a bad mood, I try hard to change my face to a relaxed one, and even smile slightly before I open my eyes.
"Well... if anything else today could have gone wrong I'm sure-" I start, but that is right when I had opened my eyes. My eldest daughter was wearing one of my shirts that she must have stolen from my laundry. It was too big for her of course and was falling off one of her shoulders. Her bright pink bra strap was poking out. The most distracting part was that most of her long beautiful legs were bare, from the ankles of her socks all the way until they disappeared under the shirt. Apparently the time it takes for me to both lament the fact that she still has socks on, and the time to scold myself for looking so long at my daughter's body in general, Heather has time to start laughing.
"Oh we all have those days." She says with understanding smile. She then pads her way over to the front door. I still have not recover enough to say anything, so I watch her as she walks over and picks up my jacket and hangs it up, then puts my keys on the hook, and my spare change in a jar I had not noticed before. I start to feel bad that my daughter has to clean up after her father when I see her grab the mop as well, I had tracked a lot of water into the house when I had come in it seems. I stand up feeling my face go red.
"He-Heather let me do that... I mean, it is my mes-" I start but she points at me, and gives a face of such command that I freeze in the act of standing up.
"You sit right back down, daddy dearest!" she says pointedly "You bought me a car and gave me a place to sleep out of the cold and the rain! All you did wrong was get my socks a little wet, now sit down, take off your boots and relax!" she says, her voice demanding. When I don't move right away, mostly out of shock. She turns her head quickly, letting her eyes say the rest. 'now.' I sit. I could not come up with an argument fast enough. I do still feel bad about her cleaning up after me, but I did not have the strength to argue.
She seems content that I will not get up again, so she smiles and looks over at the water puddle again. I feel myself letting my eyes linger on her legs and rear again as she walks over to the mess, I reach for the remote for the TV, I needed a distraction. But unfortunately, I do not hit the power button fast enough. Right as I am about to finally mange to pull my eyes away, Heather reaches down, and one by one, peels her now wet socks off. If I had thought it had been difficult to look away before, now it was impossible. Her feet splash in the puddle of water as she steps through it to start on the far side near the door. The fact that she walks on the balls of her feet gives me flashes of her soles as she moves about, mopping the mess. The beautiful tan of her legs, the little flexes of her well-toned thighs, the shirt tugging tight to her ass as she bent at times in her work. I have no idea how long I am frozen in time just staring at her beautiful body, but at some point as I am watching her toes turning on the floor, and she stops her movement. "All done." She says, and I glance up to her face to find her staring at me, right at me, with a devilish smile etched on her face. "Like what you see?" She says erotically, letting her eyebrows dance. I drop the remote.
"I...I what?" I say, stumbling to think of an excuse for what I had just been doing. Heather giggles at my stumbling.
"Do you like it?" she asks waving her hand at the floor. "All clean and good as new!" she says dramatically, as if showing off a new car. I pick up the remote and turn on the tv to the news. Without looking at her I clear my throat.
