*** We pick up the morning after Chapter 4 ends. ***
Brent woke up feeling well rested. Even better, he had absolutely no regrets about last night. His first time kissing Katie had been so incredible. Not to mention that he had made her cum twice without even putting his dick in her. He admitted to himself that the whirring vibrator in her pussy had played some role, but he was still pleased with how far he had gotten so quickly with his formerly innocent daughter. Plus the little vibrating egg had been his idea. He rolled out of bed feeling like a kid again. His morning wood still at full attention as memories of Becky's tight pussy wrapping around his dick also played through his head. His own daughters letting him do whatever he wanted was so dirty and kinky that he thought he would stay hard for days just thinking about it. Brent marveled at how incredible his daughters were, each so sexy in their own way. While he brushed his teeth, he decided that he would not be waiting for Kat to leave town to fuck Katie or to have Becky again. He might even just pull them out of class one day if that was what it took to get them alone.
In the privacy of his bathroom, Brent checked his burner. It looked like Becky had texted him late last night. He kept the phone locked and on silent whenever practical which is why the texts hadn't awakened him. So far, Kat had not noticed the extra phone. He had intentionally picked a burner that looked pretty close to his work cell and he had put it in a matching case. As long as she didn't see all three at the same time, she probably wouldn't ever notice.
Brent smiled as he read through the series of new messages:
- OMG dad! Can't stop thinking about you.
- Long talk with sis after you guys were asleep.
- Give you details later, but she loved what you were doing. Sad that she woke mom up. She wants that D.
- BTW she really wants to FUCK, not make love. I still liked my "punishment" though. (You know she still doesn't know U and I have fucked. Kinda want to tell her I had you first.)
- Told her I was jealous and want a turn. She said twins share everything!
- I will kiss you in front of her when I get a chance. See how she reacts.
- She's so horny from our talk. Wanted me to fuck her, but told her she had to go to bed wet for waking mom.
- GN
Brent forced his raging boner down as he finished in the bathroom. When he walked into the kitchen, everyone else was already in there chatting away. Kat and the girls had all decided to go for a jog together on this bright Sunday morning. They were all dressed in t-shirts and stretchy yoga pants. Kat was sipping come coffee and the girls were sharing a banana before they headed out. Kat turned to pour a cup for Brent. Once her back was turned, Becky slid the rest of the banana into her mouth and gave it a brief blow job before pulling it out and biting a chunk out of it. Brent smiled and did a mock wince while Katie giggled.
Kat handed Brent his mug and said, "What's so funny?"
Brent answered for the girls, "Your daughters have a case of the sillies this morning. How long will you guys be gone?"
"About an hour tops," Kat said.
"Cool. I was going to make a big breakfast, but we'll call it brunch instead. I'll have it ready by the time you get back. Have fun getting sweaty together ladies."
Brent walked into the living room to watch some news. Right away he caught the scent of old sex lingering in the air, mainly coming from his easy chair. He heard the girls talking and laughing together while he finished his coffee to the drone of the morning anchorman. When they left a few minutes later, Brent grabbed some paper towels, cleanser, and air freshener. He wiped down his cushy leather chair and the couch. He scrubbed the spot on the carpet where the rabbit vibrator had landed. Lastly, he gave the room a good spritz of air freshener.
Brent gave the room another once over before calling the job complete. He bent down to sniff his chair cushion, resting his hand on the floor. It smelled fine. His fingers brushed against some paper and plastic under the chair. He pulled the debris out. It was a pair of his wife's tanning bed eye covers, an ink pen, a wadded up tissue, and a scrap of some kind of wrapper. Brent grabbed it all and tossed it on the coffee table. He left the pen and eye protection and gathered the garbage to throw it away in the kitchen.
Brent lifted the lid of the kitchen trash can and tossed the tissue in. He glanced at the wrapper fragment trying to figure out what it was. He wasn't suspicious, just naturally curious about the odds and ends that found their way into the corners of people's lives. The wrapper looked like the top portion of something that would have been flat and square. It was blue plastic wrap with lettering on it. He squinted at the tiny letters. "TROJ HER PLEA". The word fragments were torn off, but he instantly knew what he was looking at: the top chunk of a condom wrapper. Brent's heart started doing double time in his chest.
"Don't jump to conclusions," he said to himself. He and his wife had not used condoms in years since she preferred the natural feel of his cock. She used birth control pills. It was possible Becky had a lover over, or even Katie, who had said she and Tiny Tommy had made love a time or two. A hint of jealousy rose up inside of Brent at the thought of his daughters fucking anyone but him. He knew it was silly. They would have to grow up and move out, having lives of their own at some point. Wouldn't they?
Brent shook his head, bringing his mind back to the matter at hand. He realized that he didn't need to speculate about the condom. None of the stuff he had pulled out from under the chair had been dusty or old feeling. Plus, he or one of the girls vacuumed every week, usually moving everything except the big heavy couch in the process. If this stuff had been dropped recently, his cameras should have caught it.
Using his laptop in his office, Brent pulled up the footage of the living room from his private server. He began playing the footage in reverse at ten times speed. Too angry to be distracted, he skipped over last night's lap dancing entirely. The video flashed to black every once in a while as the cameras went dark whenever there was no one in the room. Luckily for him, that was most of the previous week's footage. He and Kat would have been at work and the girls at school all day. The room was totally empty all night. So that left just a few hours of footage each day to go over at high speed. Flickers of movement as people zipped in and out of frame danced before his eyes between the black pauses.
Finally he saw something from about three days ago that caught his attention. Kat zipped into the screen in reverse, paused at his chair for a flash, dropped down and back up again, before zipping back out of frame. Brent played the scene at regular speed. Kat was simply walking through the room in a hurry and dropped her purse. She bent down and brushed what had fallen out back into it. Apparently in her rush, she just scooped it up and walked out of the house without double checking.
Brent imagined the scenario playing out in his mind. His wife was fucking someone and insisted they use a condom. Wherever they were when they did the deed, either a chunk of wrapper fell into her purse when they tore it open, or she saved the wrapper in her purse to throw away later but the top part had gotten left behind unnoticed. Whatever the circumstances, the fact was that his wife had a used condom wrapper in her purse. My wife is FUCKING CHEATING, his mind screamed at him.
"FUCK!" Brent finally yelled aloud at his screen.
Her coldness in bed now made perfect sense. Somebody was feeding her their dick. The question was who. His wife was a pharmaceutical rep, so she had a lot of face time with doctors, nurses, and other professional pill pushers. No one in particular came to mind, but all of her trips out of town were starting to make more sense. Fuming, Brent picked up his phone and called a private eye friend that he used from time to time when his own resources weren't enough to track down leads from his security business.
"Hey Rob. It's Brent Johnson. Sorry to call you on a Sunday, but I have a case I need someone to jump on."
"No problem Brent. I'm always glad for some business. What's up?"
"Can you hook me up with one of your P.I.s? I need someone who is good at surveillance of a live target mostly. Could be some phone record digging and whatnot. There might be travel involved, but you know I'll cover the charges. I need someone discreet and who can get on the case in the next day or so."
"Can do pal. I'll get Steve Richards to give you a call, tomorrow at the latest."
Brent sighed, "Thanks Rob. You're a lifesaver. Don't bill my business account. I'll get up with you to settle up at the end if that's cool."
"I know you're good for it. Later."
Brent ended the call and went to the kitchen to get started on brunch. He was pissed off, but tempered his anger with the knowledge that he had been cheating too. He got angrier again when the other side of his brain reminded him that he was only cheating because she had shut him down sexually for so long. He furiously whipped a bowl of eggs while mumbling "fuck" over and over again. He let out a deep breath as his darker side reminded him: Don't get mad. Just get even.
Brent laid a bunch of bacon in the pan. "Well, I have been pretty lucky with blackmail lately," he said to the sizzling meat. It spit and popped unnoticed beneath his gaze while he ran through several scenarios, each dirtier than the last. Finally, coming back to reality, Brent said, "Yeah. Yeah, maybe there is a silver lining after all."
Brent had brunch ready when the girls walked in. His demeanor was that of a man without a care in the world. In truth, his mood had brightened significantly. The more he thought about blackmailing his wife, the more he liked it. He wouldn't be doing any actual blackmailing himself, but it would be right up Becky's alley. Becky was a natural deviant, so if she couldn't manipulate Kat, no one could. Brent pictured it in his mind: Daughter catches mom cheating on dad. Daughter takes control of mommy. Mommy either submits or is exposed and gets the fuck out. Wonderful, Brent thought as he remembered what Becky had done to Kat last night. Kat had never shown any lesbian tendencies whatsoever, so Becky's ministrations to her mom were going to be especially fun to watch. Brent munched his bacon and smiled affectionately at his wife, thinking that she would be wide awake for it this time.
Katie broke into his thoughts by asking, "Daddy, can Becky and I borrow the car to go shopping later?"
Brent smiled at his daughters and said, "Sure girls, as soon as you get all of your homework done."
"Mine's been done dad, but Becky hasn't finished hers."
"Well, I guess you better help her then or you two will be trapped here with me all day. What do you have left to do Becky?"
Katie pouted at having to help Becky yet again, while Becky thought for a moment and then grinned suspiciously at her dad. "Oh I just have some math, but Katie and I have to practice for a presentation we have to give soon."
Katie started to say, "What presentation?", but after a subtle kick from Becky, she said, "Oh yeah, I forgot."
By the way she looked though, it was obvious that Katie had no idea what Becky was talking about. Becky reached across the table for some salt and discretely cupped Katie's breast at the same time. An oblivious Kat never looked up from her phone while she absentmindedly forked food into her mouth.
"Oh yeah," Katie said again a little more softly.
...
After everyone had eaten and then showered, the Johnsons did their own thing. The girls went to their room to study while Kat lounged around in the bedroom playing on her phone and watching TV. Brent mainly puttered around on his office. Becky was texting him throughout the day with suggestive texts, and dirty jokes. She texted him a few pics she had taken from last night including a particularly great shot of Katie straddling him, locked in a deep kiss, while Brent squeezed her ass. A little while later, she followed up:
- So, I made Katie do my math with the rabbit in her pussy. She didn't complain.
