After taking some time to cool off, I find myself pulling up to my driveway. It's getting late now, I've missed dinner for sure, and once I turn off my car in front of my house, I've started to get anxious again. I sigh and pull out a cigarette, a few more minutes safe in my car might do some good. After lighting it up and taking a long drag, I start to think about the events of the last 24 hours or so. I had been tied up in the back of a strip club, seduced and then orally taken advantage of by my eldest daughter, who is also a stripper, then the next morning, seduced again, and fucked by said oldest daughter. This does not even include the act I had done before all of this. Mouth raping my youngest when they both first arrived! That same daughter, the young one this time, also saw me and the eldest walking out of the eldest's room, acting like two people who just got done having sex. Oh AND I gave the eldest 50 dollars right in front of the youngest. The 50 was for plan B... because I came inside the oldest...
I let my head hit my steering wheel in frustration. The worst part of all of this? I felt more alive after all of the antics with my eldest daughter Heather then I had, well, ever. I liked it. I loved it, and I wanted it to happen again. I raise my head and look at my reflection in the rear view mirror.
"I am a bad father." I find myself saying aloud. After a few ringing seconds of quiet, I find myself laughing quietly, a sad kind of laughter. It was very true, and I had no idea how to fix the situation I was in now.
I get out of my car and walk my way to the door. With a deep breath I open it, and step my way into the kitchen. I feel my back tighten when I see the two girls, mildly alarmed by my sudden appearance at the door. They both give me smiles, Heather's is full of life and Kara's is, well, almost apprehensive. I close the door, at least they are not mad at one another. Heather is dressed very different then how she left, full tight jeans and white sneakers propped up on the table, with a zip up running top. An odd combination for her, perhaps she had gone out? Kara was in a large black hoodie and what seemed to be a simple black skirt, kind of gothic like, a thick material that just passed her knees. She had on long black socks and a pair of her flats, much in her style, but both girls were rather bulkily dressed, and if I am not much mistaken, the heat in the house must be on. Heather pats my Lazy boy.
"Welcome home pops, saved you a seat," she says cutely. I almost laugh at her stale joke, but instead, I walk over to my seat, trying very hard to keep my senses alert. Both my girls spring up, Heather walks right over and takes my coat, and Kara walks to open the fridge. She grabs a beer for me and some other beer-like drink for herself. I am still on guard for what is going on, but Heather pushes me into my seat and goes to hang my coat... it is hot in here. I am watching Heather with suspension, what could those two have talked about. Did Heather cover our actions with some story?
"Long day?... Daddy?"
I feel my eyes widen slightly as I turn my eyes to the source of the question. Kara is holding out the beer she opened for me, a plain expression under beautiful blue eyes. I feel myself shiver, the last time my youngest had called me daddy was... I swallow pointedly, and take the beer, avoiding looking at her eyes, very beautiful indeed. I nod and smile, trying not to let the situation get awkward again, I mean, as far as the situation could be going, this was pretty good.
"We were just talking about you dad," Heather says and I raise my eyebrows at her.
"Oh yeah? All good things I hope?" I say, honestly curios as to what they might have been saying. Kara sits down between the two of us, and Heather leans forward to keep speaking to me.
"Well questions mostly, do you mind if we ask you a few?" She says innocently. I shrug and take a swig of beer. Right away I smack my lips, it's not my normal stuff, stronger I think, but not bad.
"Sure, what do you want to know?" I say glancing at the TV, some show about female models is on, they seem to be in competition of some kind. Heather giggles.
"I know! Lets make it a game! Each one of us will ask a question and we can go in a row! Like a little get to know one another game." She says, again I see no harm in that. Honestly it might be a good time to find out a little about them in our time apart, even if it is a bit sudden. I nod and sip my beer again. Heather sits up straighter. "Ok I will start, that ok?" She asks, I agree, and Kara is looking straight ahead, but also nod, she seems to be very interested in the TV. "And no lying! If I think your lying I'm going to call you out!" she warns, and I smile. What would I have to lie about? I wonder taking another swig of my drink. "OK, let me think... How many sexual partners have you had?" She asks.
I nearly spit out my beer. What kind of game was this going to be? I thought this was a 'what was your first job or first tattoo' kind of questions game. I look over at my eldest, her cheeks were perked up in a grin as she sips her drink. She really did think I was going to play along! How could I answer that question with both my daughters being the only ones who would hear the total? I thought she had said they had been talking about his before I came home? Surly this was not the subject matter they had been discussing?
"Three"
I feel my eyes widen as I turn to look at my youngest. She was still looking pointedly at the TV, but she was blushing a little bit. Heather frowns at her.
"Including same sex." Heather corrects and I feel my eyes widen even farther. What was she insinuating? Kara's face grows hot, and she throws a dirty look at her sister.
"Four" she says finally. My jaw drops slightly. My youngest daughter had slept with another girl? I definitely had not figured that, if either of them I would have guessed Heather but... Kara looks over toward me. "Need another beer...Daddy?" She says hesitantly. I look down in my hand and see my beer is almost gone... I was nervous drinking again. I finish it off and Kara gets up to get me another. Once she is seated again, Heather clears her throat.
"Well? I did not hear a number yet Pops." She says, waiting with a grin. I run my hands in my hair... well now I had to think. I try my best to remember, but I have much more time of life to sift through. After a minute or so I think I have the number... but I have to know something first, to see if I can lower my total.
"Does sexual partners mean... like... just intercourse?" I ask, and Heather giggles, Kara glances at me, but then keeps her eyes on the TV.
"We will say, sex or oral" she says, her eyes flashing. I realize, when I give her my number, I will also be telling her what number SHE is. Oh well, can't back off now.
"Twenty-three" I say, but I feel I have to defend myself as Heather laughs and claps and Kara's eyes bulge. "But it's quite a bit lower if it's... you know, just sex." This really only makes the two girls look at me. My dick jumps in my pants when I watch the both of them nearly in unison, lick their lips unconsciously. Heather trills.
"Oh, yeah? So dad likes to be on the look-out for blowjob queens and head whores?" She says as if it is news to her, and the most interesting thing ever. I sputter at the dirty way that she says it.
"That's not exactly what I..." I start to say, but honestly how was I going to correct her? Restate exactly what she said in a less dirty way? What she had said was ultimately true, I did seem to be good at finding women who didn't mind sucking me off just watch my reactions. Even recently, my blowjob to sex ratio was very one sided. I really
