Bob felt much older than his age. Sure, his once brown hair was more than halfway gray, his midsection had gained a few unhealthy pounds, and there seemed to be new wrinkles showing up in his skin everyday, but he still looked younger than his fifty-five years. He was handsome, in relative good shape, with bright, brown eyes and a warm smile that could turn heads if he ever showed it.
But Bob was depressed, and had been for a long time. Counseling had made it better, to a point, but he still preferred to be alone a lot of the time. He had stopped feeding his personal relationships with phone calls and nights out, so most of his friends had downgraded to mere acquaintances. In fact, he had always liked his time alone, and if not for Mary, he probably would have remained single forever. So most days he was okay with being alone. The other days were the days that he missed his wife the most.
They had been together their whole lives, first as neighbors and classmates, then as coworkers and spouses. But she'd been gone for almost five years now—cancer—and he still missed her deeply. Plenty of days were bad, but a few had a particularly bad sting. On those days, he liked to be with company instead of remaining alone.
Lately, however, those desires to be with others seemed to be more about just having human contact as opposed to comforting his loss. A part of that realization gave him hope that these bad days would end.
And if things weren't already bad, Bob had a cast on his right arm from an injury he'd sustained at work. It didn't itch nearly as bad as it used to, but after dealing with the damn thing for a month already, he was not looking forward to the next month of wearing it before it came off. Yeah, it was definitely a bad day.
The latest bad day brought him here, to Las Vegas, to visit his daughter, Marie. He lived in Northern California, so the flight was short, and cheap tickets were always readily available. Usually he'd call her on his way to the airport, as Marie and her roommate, Tanya, were easy-going, and that's all the warning they typically required. This time, though, he had forgotten his cell phone, and rather than miss his flight retrieving it from the charger back home, he decided it would do no harm to give Marie a surprise.
Besides, this trip was especially exciting, because Bob's other daughter, Melanie, was flying in from the Midwest to visit Marie for the weekend.
Unfortunately, Bob's surprise arrival at his daughter's doorstep was not met with the greatest enthusiasm. She was polite, of course, but he definitely got the feeling that he had interrupted her weekend plans. Melanie wasn't scheduled to arrive until early the next morning, but apparently the girls had booked themselves solid from that point on, Tanya included. Him being there was definitely going to affect their plans.
He felt bad, but the plane tickets were paid for, and so he wasn't leaving until the end of the weekend. He made it very clear to Marie and Tanya that they and Melanie could go out and do whatever, and he wouldn't mind just staying home, but he knew his presence was still an intrusion.
And later he would find out just how big an intrusion it really was.
Melanie arrived early the next morning, and she also seemed slightly put off to hear that good ol' dad was shacking up at Marie's. But to their credit, all three women were very polite, and tried their best to hide their disappointment. Bob could see through it, of course—after all, he was the father of two of them.
The first night that the four of them were together was the night Marie had bought tickets to a show on the Strip. But she only had three, and Bob wasn't interested in shelling out to the scalpers. Besides, he wanted them to have their time together. Simply being in Marie's three-bedroom home was a vacation to Bob, so he didn't mind staying behind.
While the girls were away, Bob kept himself busy with this and that, eventually boring of the TV and deciding to check his email. Few people actually emailed him, save spammers, but those who did were his closest friends, and they always had something interesting to say. To his surprise, the only new email he had was actually from Marie, sent the morning he had flown out here.
It was a huge file, containing a link to perhaps a hundred photos and even a few video clips that Marie had taken during Bob's last visit to Vegas. They had toured the surrounding mountains and desert that time, and Marie had, like always, been busy with her digital camera.
Bob began looking for a spare DVD to record these memories on, but the desk was, of course, unfamiliar to him, and he couldn't find anything without a label already on it. And then, in the back of a messy drawer, hidden under a stack of printing paper, was what appeared to be a blank disc. It had no markings at all, not on the disc itself, of the clear, plastic case. He popped it into the drive.
It wasn't blank, however. There was one file, simply named '14'. It was a video file, and without even thinking, Bob opened it.
The video image was a bedroom, focused mostly on the bed. The room was brightly lit, so much so that he didn't immediately recognize it as Marie's. He always stayed in the guest room, and rarely seen his daughter's bedroom. In fact, it was so strange to him that anyone would record this unfamiliar room that it didn't even cross his mind as to what it could be. Impatient, he dragged the play bar further ahead, to the middle of what turned out to be an hour-long video. When he released the mouse button and the video played again, Bob could not believe what he was looking at.
The bed had occupants now; two of them. And both were naked, and both were his daughters. He could tell because Marie was looking straight into the camera, and the blonde woman whose head was buried in Marie's crotch had a birthmark on her left shoulder exactly like Melanie did.
Bob jerked in his seat, fumbling for the mouse with his casted arm, but knocking it off the desk in the process. He needed to shut this off and bury it back in that drawer. He had seen way way too much, and it was his fault. He shouldn't have snooped. He never should have opened that damn file. Bob scrambled for the mouse cord, trying to pull up the mouse with it.
And then the audio really kicked in as Marie's voice filled the room.
"Oh, yeah. Just like that. Right there." Her voice was loud because of the volume, but in the context of the video, Marie was actually quite calm. She was definitely enjoying herself, moaning and breathing irregularly, but her words had more of a conversational tone to them, as opposed to screams of passion.
The sound of his own daughter's voice brought Bob's focus back to the screen. Paralyzed by the shock of it all, he stopped pulling the mouse and just watched, more out of disbelief at what he was seeing than anything else. He had no idea his daughters were lesbians, and to be doing this with each other!
As Bob watched, he saw all of his daughters' features, naked before him for the first time since they were little girls. Now Marie and Melanie were 28 and 25, respectively, and the changes were abundant.
He saw Marie's long brown hair cascading over her shoulders and hanging just above her fat, pink nipples. Her breasts were perky B cups, and they jiggled as Marie sucked in uneven breaths of air. She was lean, with milky white skin and freckles all over, just like her father. Her face was always beautiful, but nevermore so than as she scrunched it in erotic pleasure. Compared to her sister between her legs, Marie was tall, though she was only just five and half feet.
Melanie, meanwhile, was mostly hidden in this angle, but Bob could fill in the blanks. She was almost identical to her older sister with her facial features, except Melanie had no freckles. Melanie took after he mother in the height department—she was only 5'2"—as well as the hair, which was a very light blonde color. Her breasts were small, smaller than Marie's, even, but they seemed to fit naturally with her tiny, gently tanned body.
Both girls had unbelievable gray eyes, another gift from their mother, and they both looked young for their age. In fact, Bob wondered for a moment how old this video was, but then it hit him that Marie didn't have this house until a couple years ago.
