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There is NO incest in this story. However, a daughter sees her father naked and - for multiple brief moments - watches him having sex with her friends. If this is going to create problems for you, please try one of my other stories.
Random movie quote: "You're a wizard, Harry!"
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~~~ Monday Morning ~~~
Sara and I emerged from my bedroom to find the girls already working on breakfast. They were all wearing their candy-apple red uniform swimsuits from the pool. It was like a Baywatch reunion. Sara laughed at them and went to put hers on.
When she returned, I realized that my little girl was - by all accounts - just as much of a sexy little hottie as the rest of the lusty women that I'd been fornicating with all weekend. I grew very worried about what the future held for me. So far, Sara had dated off and on but hadn't seemed to find somebody who matched whatever she was looking for. She was a little headstrong - like her old man - but she had an iron-willed compassion like her mother that drove her to pursue her charity work like a demon.
If I had to attribute this weekend to some aspect of her character it was the relentless problem-solver that she got from both her mother and me - and the heart of a saint that she got from her mother. Those two drives had taken her friends' fantasies and rolled it together with her desire to see me find a new partner - not a replacement for her mother - but somebody that I could tie my heart to. She had taken those ideas and put them together and that had become a two-day fuck-a-thon between me and her libidinous friends.
What the hell was I going to do when my little girl found somebody - like I'd found her mom - and she left me to have her own life? Maybe Sara's shenanigans weren't so selfless after all. That doesn't sound right. Maybe she just wanted to see me settled so that she could feel like she'd finally be free to live her own life.
I was going to be fucking crushed the day she said she was leaving - that I knew beyond any doubt. I walked over to my little babydoll and wrapped my arms around her, tears streaming down my face.
"Daddy?" she asked.
She saw my face and wrapped her arms around me, spinning within my grasp to pull me against her.
"I love you so much, baby girl," I told her.
A chorus of "awww's" echoed throughout the room.
It was immediately followed by a too-loud whisper that obviously belonged to Meghan, "... and that's why I'm having that man's baby."
I heard the smack of a palm on an ass, Meghan's squeak, and then whispered threats between the girls to leave us alone and finish breakfast.
"Why are you crying?" Sara asked after a minute.
"You're finding me a woman so you can leave me," I gushed - crudely summarizing all of my scattered thoughts into one heartless accusation.
"Will you knock that nonsense off?" she growled. "I'm not leaving you until you can run the company without me."
I pulled back and looked at her face.
"I was running this company before you ever came along, sweetheart," I told her.
"You and MOM," she countered. "She's not here. You need me. Dry that shit up. I'm not leaving anytime soon. You're stuck with me."
"You're bossy," I told her, grinning at my impertinent little business manager.
As soon as the "business manager" pet-name passed through my mind, I realized how right she was. She centered me. I did the bulk of the real work - but she kept all the little shit running that let me do that. Even if she didn't actually collect a paycheck from Great Scott HVAC, she kept the house running so that I could. I'd be totally fucked without her.
"I don't appreciate you enough," I told her.
"Damn straight!" she growled. "Here I am, planning to go to trade school to help your ass get more work done and you're accusing me of getting you hitched so I can run off."
"I'm sorry," I moaned.
"Sounds like you're buying dinner tonight, Mr. Moore," she said.
A lightbulb lit in my head a half-second later.
"You've already made reservations, haven't you?" I guessed.
"That's totally beside the point," she said, grinning broadly, "but yes."
Lauren stepped up close enough for the two of us to notice her. I also noticed the impressive camel-toe she had going on at the bottom of her swimsuit. Sara elbowed me in the ribs - but only hard enough to let me know that she knew what I was staring at. Lauren grabbed the sides of her bikini bottoms in her fingertips and pulled her panties up a little tighter - making the crease even more obvious. I looked up to find her smiling at me in a most appetizing way.
"Breakfast is ready when you are," she told us, before stepping away.
She had on a pair of red high heels that matched the girls' swimsuits and they did amazing things for her ass. Fuck wearing those shoes to help her look taller. The effect on her tight little butt was enough to get my flag raised to half-mast. Salute!
As my daughter and I joined the others to start filling our plates, Sara cleared her voice. All eyes turned to her.
"I'd planned for this weekend to be all fun and games but a couple of you took things a little overboard - especially by not sharing certain information with me or daddy. Here's how today will go: Zoey gets from 8a until 10am, Carla gets 10:30am until 12:30pm, Erin gets 1pm until 3pm, and Rose will wrap things up from 3:30pm until 5:30pm. You four will operate as before. For the two whose choices might force daddy to make decisions that will affect everybody's futures, I've given him permission to provide you with some oral relief only. Lauren will get a half-hour at 10am and Meghan will get a turn at 3pm. Questions?"
Lauren was stone-faced and quiet but nodded to my daughter; Meghan stared at the floor, her cheeks flushed.
Sara continued, "Later this week - or maybe next week - if you two want to talk to daddy - and you're willing to use protection, I'll let him have another session with you."
"You'll let him?" Meghan hissed.
The room went quiet. It stayed that way for about three seconds. Meghan raised her head and looked at me. I stared back - probably with a bit of a frown, if I had to guess. Then she looked at Sara.
"I'm sorry," she said, after a moment. "I messed up and I'm being a brat about being called out for it. I've really .. REALLY .. enjoyed my time with your dad. I desperately want more. I'll follow the rules and try to keep my hateful comments to myself."
Sara continued as if there had not been an interruption.
"I've made reservations for dinner at Olive Garden for 6pm. As soon as Rose's time ends, we'll hop in the cars and head over to the restaurant. Please be ready to travel. We'll come back here after dinner, everyone will say their good-byes, and we'll wrap this up."
Lauren spoke up, "I've apologized already and I'm not trying to brown-nose to get any favors but I think I speak for all of the girls when I say that I've had an amazing time this weekend and - no matter what happens - I will forever be grateful for what you've done for us. Sara, I love you more than ever and Mr. Moore, I'm sorry - but I really hope I'm pregnant. You're like the most amazing dad ever."
There was a momentary lull in the food-service area while we all shared in a massive group hug.
"Whoever's squeezing my balls and dick, needs to stop that," I growled.
In unison, six swimsuit-clad beauties chorused, "Ope! My bad!"
Sara snort-laughed and then the rest of us joined in on the laughter.
Someone came and got my dirty plate and Sara's. There was some kind of huddle going on by the dishwasher but I ignored it and looked out of the sliding glass doors, trying to decide how soon we needed to mow.