Saturday & Sunday - Jolly Rogering
I got up, still jay-naked (whatever that means), and started to pull on my favorite pirate gear – a low-cut emerald bodice and a creamy raw-silk chemise that barely covered my bum - meanwhile humming "drink up, me hearties, yo ho". Adele happily stripped down and then skipped around my closet home to put together her own costume. I watched her as she tried on various bits of gaudy stuff from the back shelves. I was still surprised that she wanted to join me and Daddy in bed. And, judging by her reaction when I'd performed my air-fuck a few minutes before (... no, wait, that was hours ago), it looked like she was hoping to play with both of us.
The 'old' Tracie wouldn't have known what to make of the idea. Adele has a cute little bod, but I'd never thought about her that way, before. I mean, I loved her to bits, but in a 'best buds' kind of way. But now... those ribbons she'd wrapped into her curls... that red satin sash wrapped tight around her belly... her pert little nipples peeping out through the gap in the loose-laced brocade vest she'd put over top... yummm! I couldn't wait to sample her charms, and help Daddy do the same.
When I glanced back into the mirror, to check on my own costume, I sorta did a double-take. Wait a minute! My favorite bodice? I'd never seen these clothes before. But Lacy had and, machine or not, it seemed that she had favorite things. And now that I thought about it, it had been her memories that had told me about the pirate game in the first place.
There was no time to wonder about that, though. Adele was ready. Once we'd admired each other hungrily, we stepped out of the closet. Two serving-wenches at your service, Daddy. And there he was, as promised... but he didn't look remotely like a pirate. He was in his pajamas, sitting nervously on a straight-back chair with his hands folded in his lap like a little boy who was expecting to be scolded.
Poor Daddy! I ran to him, and he looked into my eyes like he was looking for me, Tracie, in them. Well, they looked like mine, all right, because they'd been made that way. But they were mounted in the face of the robo-slut he'd been fucking steadily for the past two weeks (which, as I said, also looked quite a bit like the old me). I knew I needed to do something more to reassure him, so I knelt down and hugged his stiff legs.
"Daddy... oh, Daddy, I thought I was lost, but you... you and Adele... you found me, and brought me back..."
So there was another group hug, with more tears, followed by a few laughs:
"You looked so funny when you saw me in my silly school uniform..."
"Ha – you shoulda seen your face when I froze it in the middle of that rant about your getting fucked silly..."
After a while, though, it got kinda awkward. Nobody knew what to say or do next.
Daddy had just gone through an emotional roller coaster, over me. I was dead, and now I was back – sort of. But somehow Adele had managed to convince him that his daughter still needed his help, but in new ways, on account of what had happened to me. Now, I needed him to take care of my need to please... and to satisfy my desperate horniness. At the same time, I was pretty sure he was still embarrassed about the all stuff he'd already done with Lacy. I didn't entirely blame him. Her memories were still gradually leaking into mine. I'd already known they'd had a busy couple of weeks - all those recordings added up to three fucks a night, plus a few extra. Now, I was beginning to find out the details. Like, for example, that Friday when me and Adele went to the movies, they did it in my bed.
As for Adele, she'd talked Daddy into letting her join us, after all – which was a Good Thing, Except I could tell she was beginning to have doubts, too. She's always talked a good game, playing the cocky redhead, and I knew her virtual reality practice was nearly as good as the real thing... but only nearly. This would be still her real first time.
I, on the other hand, was getting hugely wet imagining Adele holding my leash while I probed her pussy with my mega-tongue. It struck me that I'd already accepted her as my co-owner. That came as a shock, mostly because I hadn't realized I'd already started to think of Daddy as owning me.
So, we were all a bit anxious. I needed some action real soon, but I could see I'd have to start out slow. I had an idea: "Daddy – Adele is supposed to go home soon. I don't suppose she could, ah, sleep over tonight?" She used to stay over on Saturday nights all the time, so I figured there'd be no problem with her parents – apart from her curfew, they seemed to me to be too busy making and spending money to worry about what she was up to. "She could say I've got some old movies, and we were going to have a pirate night!" This, of course, would be true – as far as it went.
"That would be great... except, they're going to hear the news about your..." He still couldn't even say it.
Crap! Tracie was officially dead. From now on, Adele and I would have to cook up some major alibis for us to keep spending time together. In the meantime, it was definitely time to lighten things up. "Right. We can worry about that later, 'cause I'm still here. So, let's go to bed. Arr?"
"Um – Arr," said Daddy.
I went first and made a nest of pillows at the headboard so I could sit with my legs out straight in front of me. "Adele – come and sit on my lap, girl." She did, parking her lean bum on top of my wide hips. "That's the way - lean right back onto my boobies – put your legs outside mine. Good. Remember – we've just been captured by the pirate king. " I figured we'd leave out the manacles, this first time, but I reached around and tugged her vest open more, so as to display her little breasts to advantage. Then I wrapped my arms tight around her silk-bound belly, and twisted my head sideways so as to be ready to watch the fun in one of Daddy's newly installed mirrors. "Prepare to be boarded," I whispered.
Our pirate king took off his pajama top, which went a long way towards putting him in character. He stood there admiring us with his hair disheveled, his feet and tanned chest bare, and his pj pantaloons tied with a black silk cord. Then he knelt on the bed in front of us, and I could feel Adele shiver when he ran his fingertips along her cheek. Her chest and face got all flushed, so that all her freckles were highlighted. I think she'd expected Daddy and me to provide a live demonstration first, but here she was, the center of attention.
"Oh. Ah. Um. That's quite... nice." She trembled some more as Daddy slid his touch down her neck and then out to the point of one of those pretty breasts. "Does anybody else think it's hot in here?" She always starts to babble when she's nervous.
She started to say something more, but Daddy told her to relax, not talk – and I thought good luck with that.
He gently spread my legs apart, which served to pull hers open even wider, and also caused her gauzy little skirt to bunch up around her waist. Then he slid up between our combined knees, and leaned down to where our pussies were now stacked one over the other.
When he started nuzzling and licking her she giggled, at first, and said it tickled. But then she began to squirm and gasp, and clutch his head, pulling him into her. All the while she gave a running commentary: "Mmmmm... yup... OK... yeah... yeah... right there... that's so good... ohh yeah..."
