Author's Note: The ridiculously late and final sequel to Irresistible and Still Irresistible. Thanks everyone, and enjoy.
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Television just wasn't cutting it. I couldn't get her off of my mind.
I'd fallen right into the same routine I had every night. Beer and TV usually made me groggy quick, especially on a full stomach. One pull of a lever, and my aching feet were up and my hands were behind my head in the recliner. The same recliner where she had climbed into my lap without her panties and rode me like a stallion.
I rubbed my face and blinked hard. I couldn't even believe the predicament I'd found myself in. Glancing down at my watch, I rolled my eyes when I saw how late it was. Most nights I was out by nine. Work was enough to make sure of that everyday. Yet I had sat in that chair and thought of nothing but Sarah for hours. I kept seeing her tan face, her tight round ass in those gym shorts, and her lips wrapped around my....
I rocked forward in the recliner, flipping the footrest down. With the press of a button, the living room went black. I had to try to get some sleep. I stood and made my way for the stairs, trying my hardest to ignore the way my spent cock felt in my shorts. It throbbed when the image of her hazel eyes and her pierced tongue flashed in my head. For heaven's sake, my nineteen year old daughter had been talking to me while her best friend had sucked me off behind the island in the kitchen.
I couldn't shake that thrill.
I hadn't felt that alive in so long. The whole episode was just dirty and hot. Just the thought of it was enough to make my heart skip a beat. Sarah was a poison that tasted so good. The incredible sensation of being with her trampled any guilt that surfaced.
Still, I couldn't think of Sarah without thinking of Julie. I knew if my daughter ever found out what had happened, she would be mortified. Technically, I wasn't doing anything wrong or illegal. Sarah was over eighteen after all, but she'd been friends with Julie forever, and it terrified me to betray my daughter's trust in such a way.
The stairs seemed harder to climb everyday. Usually I blamed that on age. As I made my way up to the second floor, I could feel every tiny ache in my knees. That night, the stairs beckoned to me but grew taller beneath my every step. I tried to ignore it, but my heart was fluttering. Sarah was upstairs in my daughter's room. She'd be sleeping in the room next to mine.
I made my way to the end of the hall toward my room, but I couldn't keep my eyes away from the closed door of Julie's bedroom. Taking a breath, I strode onward. Then I hesitated. I glanced at Julie's door again. From the crack at the bottom of the door, I saw a faint blue light. Julie's TV probably. The girls were no doubt settled in for the night.
A rush of excitement hit me in the chest. It occurred to me that I could open the door and check in on them. I imagined Sarah would be wearing her "barely there" night clothes. Maybe I could catch a glimpse of her.
I leaned close to the door. My hand was trembling as I wrestled with whether or not to turn the knob. Something stirred in my shorts. I wondered how Sarah would look at me. It was usually the same hazel stare that lingered just a second too long. Her eyes would flicker over my body. Then she would lock gazes with me, and without so much as a breath she would seduce me with the warm glow of her eyes and the twitch of a grin.
"Dad, why are you creeping on my room?" I turned quickly. The blood drained from my body when I saw Julie standing in the hallway. My daughter propped herself up with one arm on the bathroom doorframe while she brushed her teeth. I hadn't even seen the light from the bathroom on my way up. The damn door must have been closed. I'd been so smothered in the thoughts of Sarah. Now Julie stared at me with a single eyebrow raised and a thin ring of toothpaste coating her lips.
"Oh, uh... there you are," I said as smoothly as possible. "I w-was about to check on you guys... make sure you were alright."
My entire body felt like it was overheating, and my insides churned.
Julie blinked at me. "We're not five, and we're not camping. We'll be fine, Dad."
I grinned and patted the air. "I-I know. I just... well uh... goodnight honey."
"Aw, no goodnight for me?"
I could have jumped through the wall when Sarah appeared suddenly in the open doorway beside me. A single look at her was all it took. Her straight chocolate hair fell over her shoulders, luscious and beautiful as ever. The tiny white tee that she wore might as well have been pantyhose, for I could see the dark circles and soft tips of her nipples through the thin fabric.
I blinked and glanced away. Julie watched me with a bored expression.
"Well," I said with a nod, "I was going to tell you both goodnight a second ago, but Julie just let me know that you are both big girls now. No more flashlight puppets, no more Evil Ghost."
Sarah's pretty face lit up. "Dang. I used to love Evil Ghost! Can't he tell us one scary story, Jules?"
I smiled when I saw Julie roll her eyes. She turned and stepped into the bathroom. I stood awkwardly in front of Sarah. I kept my eyes cast down, but that afforded me a glimpse at her long bronze legs. For the tiniest second I stole a glance at her waist and nearly shuddered when I saw her pink panties... or were they shorts? Either way, they had my dick swelling.
"Well, I would let you tuck me in, Mr. Harris," Sarah told me.
I cut my eyes over at her in warning, but Sarah was enjoying herself. She wore that same hint of a grin, and toyed with her tongue stud again. Those warm hazel eyes coated me like a fly in tree sap. I saw her pull at the hem of her T-shirt, which stretched the thin fabric tighter over her breasts. She knew what she was doing. My shaft was filling with blood fast.
"Yeah, you were the one that always had crazy ass nightmares, too," Julie said when she flipped off the light and emerged from the bathroom. "Remember the one about the glowing eyes at your window? Where that thing tapped the glass?"
Sarah shuddered. She shoved Julie playfully when she approached.
"Shut up!" Sarah snickered. "I hated that dream."
Sarah looked back and forth at Julie and I. She bit her lip and put on her best pouty face.
"Now I'm scared, Mr. Harris, can we sleep with you tonight?"