No furry things were harmed in the production of this tale. All people involved are over 18 years old and have their full faculties. I claim full copyright privilege despite letting it loose in the wild of the internets. This and other tales I intend are a highly fictionised account of how I came to where I am now from where I was once. Names and faces have been changed to protect the truth from hurting people who really need a good smack up the head with an erect cock.
a) CLUELESS. (It had to start somewhere.)
"I'm just ducking over to Deb's for a while, Darl. She needs a hand with the kid's costumes, I'll be back in an hour or two. Are you right to get dinner on?"
"Sure." I'm not thrilled about it but keep the tone out of my voice. I've just walked in the door after twelve-hour shift and I'm exhausted. I had been looking forward to taking a six pack out to the pool to sit and look over the lawn that I should have spent this afternoon mowing. Maybe Laura or Maddie can whip something up when they get home.
Deb is Mary's friend from work. She's a hot little ginger with a smoking rig. She's married to Carl who is a few years younger. They have three kids in primary school. Our two, Laura and Madison are twenty-one and eighteen respectively. I guess you'd call Deb and Carl 'family friends'. We spend a lot of time together as families. My two big girls don't relish the Dobson family's company, but they begrudgingly do their best not to show it. They're independent young women and probably a bit past 'family time'.
Carl Dobson is a copper. He's a lot of fun to be around. We golf occasionally and I love listening to his 'war stories' as he calls them when our families get together. I can see what Deb likes about him. He's six foot tall, built like a brick shithouse and ruggedly good looking. He's a real blokey sort of bloke. Mary gets along with him too. She's always having play wrestles, making flirty comments with him. Just being playful in front of Deb. It's all harmless.
We're not, 'in each other's back pockets' but it's not uncommon for Carl to drop around and borrow tools while I'm out. There have been times when Deb's turned up unannounced to drop something off or some such thing. So, Mary ducking out help with costume making, the day before Halloween is not something out of the ordinary.
Fuck dinner for now though. I'm going to have a beer and scratch my nuts for a little while before the girls get home. Then I'll think about dinner.
"Mum!" Jolts me back to the moment as I sip beer and look at my bike. I never quite made it poolside. "Marrrrrmm!"
Maddy is a bit of a yeller. Laura is quiet and deliberate, but Maddy is a whirlwind.
"Mum's out, Maddy!" I yell from the garage.
A string of mumbled 'fucks' and other grumbles moves through the house in a stompy storm of teenage daughter. It stops abruptly in the door of the garage with its hand on one hip and a face that could turn a person to stone.
"Where the fuck is she Daddy? She was supposed to pick me up from the doctors an hour ago."
"Deb's place. Costumes or something." I tell my baby girl. "Are you okay? What's... Doctors..."
"Hmmmph. Girl stuff. Gyno. You don't want to know."
"Oh. Right. Probs not. So... You right? Did you need a lift somewhere or something?"
"Home. Dah... What's she doing over there this time? Fuck! Just forget me. I'm cranky. Going for a swim. You look like shit, old man."
"Overtime."
"Again?"
"Always. We need the money at the moment."
"We wouldn't if the mega-beast didn't spend it all. Seriously Dad, you're clueless. Do you even know what she spends on gym and spa and bla bla bla. Not that any of it helps."
"Maddy, that's enough hon. Mum works hard and tries to look her best."
"Pffft... Clueless." She rolled her eyes at me and stormed off back inside. Those teenage hormones... I remember being a bit of a hothead myself. Should probably think about getting something out for dinner. On my way inside I smile at my big healthy almost grown up Maddy lying on the pool steps in her underwear.
She's a good-looking kid. Reminds me a little of her mother's sister when she was that age. Mary's sister Therese is a couple of years younger than Mary and has the same blonde hair as Maddy. More than once I'd been in trouble for perving on Therese back when Mary and I were young.
Oh... Underwear... By some kind of family law decree, when it's just us at home, undies are fine for pool use. No different to a bikini or speedos if you apply a reality check to it. "I hope a gyno visit included some kind of discussion about contraception." I think to myself as I proudly check my gorgeous daughter out.
Her plain beige bra is opaque when wet and so too are her matching knickers. Good lord, the boys will be... I need to buy another gun. Shaking my head to clear it I chuckle to myself and wander through the sliding door to the kitchen.
To find Laura quietly milling around the kitchen already with rice measured into a container and some kind of meat being cut into strips along with onion and...
"Hi Daddy. Mum texted. Said she was going to be late. Thought I'd get dinner started."
Her smile is one of her best features. She's dark haired like her mum and taller than Maddy, but still the spitting image of her mum in her twenties.
"Thanks kiddo."
"Don't mention it. You work too hard. Can't have my spunky Dad doing all the work around here, can I." She hugs me around the waist and does that little girl kissy face, so I lean down and peck her quickly on the lips.
"Love ya."
"You too. Now go shower and whatever. You smell like petrol and... something funky."
My phone bings as I strip and turn the shower on.
[Running late. Put dinner in the oven pls. XX]
"Fuck." I rub my balls and dick as I wait for the hot water. I was hoping to get rid of a bit of dirty water this evening. Friday night is usually our unofficial 'date' night. Not that we do anything or go anywhere, but sex is usually on the cards on Friday night. It's the only night our shifts coincide without fail.
It's something of a rebellious thing that the girls and I do when their mum is not dining with us. Mary insists on dinner at the table so we can 'have some proper family time'. When she's not home we slob around the lounge and watch silly things that we would never be allowed to watch if Mary was home.
Tonight, I sit on the floor. For whatever reason, I'm more comfortable on the carpet leaning back against the couch. I'm wearing my boxers and a singlet; standard nightwear for me. The girls are sitting behind me on the two-seater smelling like a mix of soap and powder and the butter chicken that Laura whipped up.
In the reflection of the window to the backyard that the television sits in front of, I have very unfatherly thoughts as I inspect their pretty young forms. I'd never act on anything like that, but I do appreciate honestly how attractive the girls are. I'm proud of the women they're growing into and my genetic contributions but... well, they aren't hard to look at.
They sit like kids. Like they are totally comfortable and don't have to think about how they sit, or where they are. As a result, the t-shirts (both mine that they've stolen) ride up their open legs that they balance plates on and in the reflection, I can see both their braless breasts hugged gently by the cotton shirts and that Laura has chosen a pair of black cotton undies and Maddy has forgotten altogether.
This might be another reason that I like to sit on the floor between their long shower smelling legs, but I'll never admit to it. It's harmless pervy stuff. Maddy seems to have my attention this evening rather than Laura. I'm trying to work out if she's completely shaved... Every time I feel her move behind me on the couch, I glance sideways to the reflection to see what I can see.
Oh god, Mary is getting a fucking workout this evening when she finally gets home.
"Bing!"
[Leaving now. CU soon. Tell Laura to wash up and make sure Madison takes her pill. The bar will take a while yet.]
Fucking really? Laura just cooked the first home-cooked meal I've had in days and now she has to wash up? I am to speak with my teenage daughter about her contraceptive pill? I don't even want to think about-
"Give it papa bear." Maddy stretches a hand down over my shoulder. "What the fuckery does the mega-bitch want now."
"Maddy." I admonish as sternly as you can after ogling your daughter's shaved pussy for the last hour.
"Fucking bitch. I'll wash up Laur's. Thanks for dins."
"Aww... What a cow. I can't believe she texted Dad about your pill." Laura groans. "Soz pops."
"Ah well, you're big girls these days I guess." I yawn and look up at an ungainly tangle of shower fresh limbs clambering off the couch.
Maddy takes Laura's plate then moves over to take mine. For a brief moment as I look up to pass her the plate, I can see completely up inside her t-shirt while she stands over me. Her little pussy is pouty and plump and glistens. And, I confirm, completely shaved.
"Oh." Shit, focus you old perve. "Sorry, here."
I pass my plate and wrench my eyes down off her proud teenage breasts. My god, pert barely describes the shape and perkiness. Shit, stop staring.
"Thanks love. Dinner was awesome." I wrench my eyes away and smile at Laura as if nothing... as if... as if I wasn't... as if my boxers weren't starting to awkwardly tent and my arm across my crotch was just there for comfort.
The girls share a strange look and smile at each other.
"Say hi to Mum. I've got study Dad." Laura tells me.
"Tell the mega-beast I had to walk." Maddy grumps. "I'm..." She shrugs, "Washing up then going to take 'MY PILL' like a good girl who isn't going to get preggers and embarrass her mother and then I'm goi-"
"Bing!"
"It's Deb." [I'll drop the screwdriver bits back on the weekend. You're a doll.] Maddy reads from my phone.
The girls share another weird look then at me.
"Oh, yeah... She borrowed them the other day. Carl needed it for something." I tell them.
"Clueless." Laura shakes her head and walks away.
"Fucking clueless." Maddy agrees with a kind of sad look before leaving for the kitchen.
The house is quiet when I hear Mary pull in. I've been sitting on the couch watching some documentary and absently fondling my half hard dick. I have tomorrow off and I'm looking forward to sleeping in, mowing the lawn and meeting Carl for nine at the City Golf Club in the afternoon.
I rise and make my way to the door to open it for her.
"Hey." I smile and try to hug her welcome. She dodges me. Sort of shrugs me off and avoids my eyes.
"Need a shower. Is dinner in the oven?"
"Yeah..." I squint. "How did the costumes-"
"Oh fine. All done." She half giggles. "The kids will look really cute."
Then she's gone. She's hurried through the house, dropped her handbag on the hall stand, her keys on the key rack and closed the bathroom door behind her. I'm still standing in the lounge looking off toward the bathroom when Maddy bumps my shoulder with hers.
"Goodnight Daddy. Love ya." She kisses my cheek. "Tuck me in?"
