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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: "Excellent!"
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~~~ Monday Night ~~~
"I think I've died and gone to Heaven," Meghan said.
She was lying against my back - spooning me from behind - making sure I didn't catch my death of cold.
"Do you want me to rub your dick or suck you off or anything?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"Can I talk to you for a little while?" she asked.
"I have two jobs on the calendar for tomorrow," I said. "I really need to get to sleep so that I can get an early start."
She snuggled her face against my neck. It felt fine except that - when she breathed through her nose - her exhale tickled the hair on my neck.
"You can't breathe on the back of my neck," I said, softly. "It tickles."
"Sorry," she said, moving her face.
She ended up moving again - without being told - because she realized she was just breathing on a different part of my body.
I finally rolled onto my back and she curled in beside me. She laid her head on my arm. I knew it was going to be numb in the morning but - as long as she lay still - I could put up with it.
I'd just started to nod off when she wiggled again.
"Meghan?" I said.
"Yes?"
"You really need to lay still, honey. Every time you move, I wake up - and I need to sleep."
"Sorry," she said, "I can't get comfortable."
"How do you sleep when you're by yourself?" I asked.
"On my stomach," she said.
"Then switch to your stomach," I told her.
"But I want your arm around me," she countered.
"Maybe sleep on top of my arm?" I suggested.
She sat up on her knees and I laid my arm beside me, palm up. She climbed onto it and - of course - made sure that my hand was cupping her sex. She giggled and put an arm across my neck. I moved it to my chest. She dropped it to my stomach.
She was facing me - and exhaling onto my shoulder - but I could put up with that.
She flexed her thighs against my fingers and - before she even opened her mouth - I knew what was coming.
"Can you slide your hand inside of my panties?" she whispered.
Technically, we weren't breaking Sara's rule. Meghan would still be clothed. I thought about just pushing the crotch of her panties to the side and shoving a finger inside of her - but then she wouldn't really be "clothed" anymore. Her pale little labia would be exposed for everyone in the room - me - to see. My cock pulsed as my brain replayed the images it had stored of her flawless quim.
Meghan moaned as I slid my arm up, worked my fingers into the waistband of her Hello Kitty panties (with the little pink bow on the front) and then moved my arm back down to cup her sex again. I knew what was next - so I went ahead and started working my middle finger up and down the horny blonde's slit until it parted to let me within.
I hoped she didn't move her hand to my groin - because I was sporting enough wood to attract an entire beaver colony.
Her breath was coming in panting gasps as I got closer and closer to sliding my finger inside of her vagina.
When I finally worked it into her clenching tightness, she moaned - and hugged my arm tighter against her body. Her hand - on my stomach - was growing restless. My cock was aching to be plunged into what I knew would be a very willing - and dangerous - pussy.
For the next several minutes, I stroked my finger in and out of her slippery cunnie. I also twirled it, flexed it - and did everything else that seemed to make her moan a little louder.
Her breath caught in her throat and her channel clenched around my intruding digits as her climax finally came.
"Fuck, yes ...," she hissed.
I left my finger inside of her, stopped moving, and waited for her breathing to return to normal.
No sooner did that happen than she was snoring softly. Now I was fucked. I couldn't remove my finger - or move my hand - and my penis was hard enough that I could pulverize diamonds.
I closed my eyes and started counting sheep - which changed to bunnies - which changed to lifeguards in candy-apple red swimsuits ...
~~~ Tuesday ~~~
Meghan grumbled when I pulled my finger out of her cunt the next morning. She was no longer wet and my finger was stuck and it wouldn't come out without a little pain - but there was nothing for it. I had to get going.
Showered and dressed, I arrived in the kitchen to grab something for lunch. Sara was holding a Thermos of coffee and a brown bag.
"How did it go?" she asked.
"Lots of fidgeting," I said, unscrewing the lid from the coffee carafe and sipping a little. "She finally fell asleep once I fingered her."
Sara shook her head and laughed. I gave her a kiss on her temple and headed for the front door.
That morning, I put coolant (again) into the system that was leaking more than it should - and needed to be replaced.
Mrs. Johnson was old enough to be my grandmother. Explaining everything to her wouldn't do either of us any good. I left a note, for her kids to read, that warned them that they probably needed to consider paying me to swap the failing unit out for a newer one. I told them that I was more than willing to keep taking their money every month or so though to recharge the system - if that was what they really wanted.
In the afternoon, I picked up the new central air unit for the Carlisle house and started taking out the old one so that I could get the new one installed. The two of them were at their daughter's place - so I had a day or two to get it finished before they returned.
When I got home, Sara told me that dinner was almost done. I stepped into my room to change - and found the blonde lying on her back on my bed - wearing the lingerie she'd bought at the Lion's Den. She had her legs spread wide and was plunging the dildo into her cunt through the hole in the crotchless panties - as she pulled on her nipples through the nippleless top.
I started to turn to leave but decided that I really wanted out of my clothes. I slipped into the bathroom, stripped, pitched my dirty clothes into the hamper, went to my wardrobe, grabbed some "around the house" clothes, and headed for the recliner.
"You find Meghan?" she asked.
"Fucking herself with the dildo on my bed," I said.
My daughter harrumphed and brought me a cold glass of water - no ice - the way I prefer it.
"I love you," I told her.
"You'd better," she said, straight-faced. "I've been looking at nursing homes and I found a really shitty one that will be perfect for you."
I laughed so hard that the water came out of my nose. She apologized and brought me a handful of paper towels. My eyes were burning but my sinuses were really clear.
She turned off the stove, moved the pan to a cool burner, and headed towards my room. A minute or two later, Meghan went sprinting through the front room like her ass was on fire.
Dinner was a quiet affair.
I worked on my accounts, then moved to my recliner, and read for a while.
I'd been in bed for a few minutes when Sara slipped in and crawled under the covers.
"You got first watch?" I asked.
"Meghan's in time-out," she said. "I'll keep you warm."
I kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arm around my ribs.
"I'll be fine," I told her.
"Can't have you dying on me," she said, closing her eyes and slowing her breathing.
I couldn't decide if she was just playing along with my joke, wanted company, or just wanted to make sure the blonde honored her consequence.
I wrapped an arm around her, gave her a squeeze, and fell asleep.
~~~ Wednesday ~~~
My alarm went off and Sara kissed my cheek and climbed out of bed. I headed for the shower.
My lunch and my coffee were waiting in the kitchen. Meghan was holding it. She barely looked awake. My drill-sergeant daughter was supervising.
I took my provisions, kissed each of them on the temple, and headed back to the Carlisle place.
By the end of the day, I was most of the way done with that job. The new system had more power than the old one and I'd had to redo a few things to keep it from struggling to force the air throughout the house.
When I got home, Meghan was setting the table. Sara was bringing the dishes from the kitchen.
"Wash up," Sara said. "We're ready as soon as you are."
I returned to the table to find Sara sitting. Meghan was standing behind her chair. I looked at her.
"I'm sorry for my behavior yesterday," she said.
"You're forgiven," I said.
I turned my attention to my daughter - to see if I had given the right answer. She waved a hand for the blonde to sit. I took my seat and we started passing food dishes around.
"You guys have a good day?" I asked.
"I'm registered for Heating and Cooling school," Sara reported.
"I'm registered for Plumbing school," Meghan said.
"Oh?" I asked.
Sara said, "I thought we could pay for it out of the company accounts and set up a payback schedule."
I glanced at Meghan to see if she had agreed to the plan.
"Is that alright?" the blonde asked.
"More than alright, honey," I said. "It might be harder work than you're used to but I think you can do anything that you put your mind to."
"Thanks, Mr. Moore," she said. "I won't let you down."
"Honey," I said, "I don't expect you to be perfect. You're going to choose wrong - or come up short - or just plain fail. Learn from your mistakes. That's all I can ask."
"Mom yells when I ...," Meghan started to reply.
"You're right, Meg," Sara told her. "That's not all he COULD ask - but that's all that daddy asks. That's all he's ever asked from me."
Meghan brushed a tear aside and continued eating.
After dinner, Sara offered a suggestion to our new roommate.
"Why don't you watch daddy as he does the accounts," she said.
