All characters in this story are over the age of 18. No minors were harmed in the making of this fiction.
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In the blink of an eye, life can undergo a profound shift. Let me share the intricate tale of how exactly that unfolded for me, when a dream I hadn't consciously acknowledged chose that moment to come to fruition. This pivotal experience transpired on what initially presented itself as an ordinary Sunday afternoon, a day that commenced with an air of monotony and frustration. Little did I know, it held the power to transform the mundane into something extraordinary.
I had spent most of my only day off doing outdoor labor, singlehandedly preparing the entire house and garden for the oncoming winter. It wasn't so much the manual work that annoyed me, but rather that my family had stuck me with it. I had informed them of my plans well in advance and added that I expected everyone to do their part. However, when the time came, the wife and kids had ran off anyway, each claiming their trivial activities were far more important than the preservation of our domicile.
Unsurprisingly, my protests had fallen on deaf ears, and so it was up to me and my wife's Pomeranian to get the job done. I started off early and worked hard, ticking off one item on my list after another. I replaced and painted damaged wood siding, fixed broken shingles and cleaned the gutters, gave the garden set a good cleaning and stored it together with the earthenware pots in the shed. Lastly, I raked the fallen leaves into a neat pile, and with that, all the most pressing jobs were done.
Although the dog hadn't been much help, the work had actually taken less time than I had expected. In fact, it wasn't even three o'clock when I finally put away my tools, which meant that I still had a couple of hours of afternoon all to myself. It'd be a while before my family would return, as they surely wouldn't risk showing their faces before the work was finished, so I was free to do whatever I wanted. Judging I had already had enough exercise for one day and therefore was allowed to forgo my weekly jog, I opted to have a cool beer instead, followed by a long hot shower and a refreshing nap, to fully unwind and recharge myself for tonight's soiree.
Barely half an hour had passed since I had laid my tired body to rest, when I was roused from my slumber by a faint noise. Though barely audible, my subconscious picked it up anyway and judged it important enough to wake me. I lay quiet for a moment and listened intently for the noise. Given that our furry pet was more likely to run off and cower than act like a proper guard dog, I knew that if there were intruders, it would be up to me to defend our property. I didn't have to wait long before I heard it again.
One thing was certain: it definitely wasn't burglars. While faint and muffled by the walls of the house, I instantly recognized the sound as that of a woman moaning out in sexual ecstasy.
At last I understood why such a near imperceptible sound had managed to wake me, but it did raise another question: if I was the only one home, who was making these highly erotic noises? This, I had to investigate.
I got out of bed, threw on a robe and stuck my head out the bedroom door. There it was again, a little louder than before. As I listened to the muffled whimpers, I traced their origin to a partially opened door at the far end of the hallway; the door that led to my daughter Chloe's bedroom.
This discovery presented me with the moral dilemma of what to do; should I barge in and protect my daughter's virtues by scaring some pimply kid half to death, or be one of those modern, liberal dads and allow her to explore her body and sexuality in the relative safety of our home?
While I was weighing my options, an additional thought popped in my mind. Chloe had broken up with her boyfriend some three weeks ago, and, as far as I knew, wasn't seeing anyone since. Who then could it be in there with her?
It wasn't unthinkable that the old lovebirds had somehow reconciled and were now celebrating their reunion. Daniel, the boy she had so recently broken up with, also happened to be her best friend's older brother, so she was bound to run into him again eventually, and who knows what might happen if they did. If that were the case, I had severely underestimated the boy's skills as a lover, because whoever was in there sure knew how to please a woman. Nevertheless, a reunion of my daughter and Daniel was not something I was looking forward to.
To be honest, I never liked Chloe dating Daniel. It wasn't the age difference that bothered me, I'm no hypocrite. No, it was that I always felt my daughter could do a lot better than him. To put it bluntly, my Chloe was a solid eight at least, while he was at most a five -- and I'm being very generous here. Daniel could best be described as a stereotypical nerd; bad skin, physically underdeveloped, socially inept and with all the peculiar hobbies his kind seemed to pursue. I'm not ashamed to admit I was quite relieved when Chloe informed us that she had finally dumped the wimp.
Hence it was with more than the usual parental interest that I listened to the lustful noises emanating from my daughter's bedroom. The longer I was standing there, the more noticeable it became that, although there was plenty of female moaning, I had neither heard Daniel's whiny voice, nor the more baritone sound of a real man. In all my naivety, I concluded that this meant that either Chloe's partner was very quiet, or she was in her room alone. If the latter were the case, barging in on her would only be embarrassing for us both.
I decided that, whether my daughter was masturbating or having sex with a mute, it was really none of my business. I was going to take a shot at the liberal dad thing; I was going to respect Chloe's privacy, head back to bed and do my best to ignore the lustful noises. Maybe I'd even be able to catch some more of that much deserved rest. However, I had just turned my back towards the door, when I heard something that made me reconsider this resolve. It was a female voice, but it wasn't my daughter's.
"Oh yes Chloe, I love it when you suck my clit like that!"
Overpowered by an irrepressible fit of curiosity, I tiptoed back to the partially opened door and cautiously pushed it until the crack was wide enough for me to peek in. What I saw inside was indeed not one girl, but two; a gorgeous pair of young women, each naked as the day she was born. One of the girls I recognized as Chloe's best friend Grace, and the other was most likely my daughter herself.
Grace was sitting on the bed, more or less facing my way. She was leaning against the headboard, her upper body supported by a fluffy pile of pillows, and had her shapely legs dangling over the edge of the mattress. There, between those wide-open legs, was the other naked girl. This one was on all fours, her fine ass thrust up high in the air and her face pressed firmly against Grace's crotch, where she purportedly was doing a great job sucking on her clit.
It was difficult to believe that the girl who was so expertly eating Grace's pussy, could be my own darling daughter, but the proof was impossible to ignore. I obviously couldn't see the girl's face, but it had to be Chloe. Not only were the girls in her bedroom, but she had the same petite athletic figure and golden chestnut hair. Also, the fact that Grace had addressed her lover as 'Chloe', was compelling evidence.
Walking in on this intimate act had been quite a surprise, but I must admit that seeing my daughter going down on her best friend was also the single most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. Each of the two naked girls was a sight to behold on her own, but seeing them together in this erotic display made me seriously doubt whether I was really awake or still dreaming.