As the first sprinklings of light dusted the room and rabid seagull cackle filled the air, Dan Ferris awoke with an exaggerated jolt. Immediately the ache in his lower legs reminded the stocky firefighter where he was: on his sister Jill's cramped couch in the house by the coast. In many ways Dan would be glad when the whole escapade was over and he was back home in the comfort of the luxuriant kingsize bed that previously he'd taken for granted.
Yet in other ways Dan could be forgiven for wishing to prolong the stay as thoughts of the previous night's amazing dalliance with his sexy sister came to mind. There was no denying he'd give his right arm for a repeat. Then there was the delicious tasting pussy of her daughter Hayley, the awesome blowjob she offered in return and their wild fuck session up against the washing machine. But to top it all, they'd been spied upon not-so-secretly by Susie, his horny little daughter. Far from turning and fleeing in disgust, she'd watched with salacious glee. Dan could barely fathom the incredible turn of events.
With time -- and a hard cock -- on his hands, Dan reflected upon the bizarre chronology that had led him to Jill's door.
* * *
The absolute origin was doubtless when wife Sandra ran off with the travelling salesman almost three years ago. Susie had been fifteen then and in her last year of school, resolute in the refusal to uproot and follow her mother to Wales. Hence, against common protocol, she remained in her father's charge.
Overjoyed at first at avoiding becoming an only too typical once-a-fortnight father, Dan was protective of his daughter, overly so perhaps, and the harmony was not to last long. The break-up of her parent's marriage becoming the catalyst for all the ills in her life, the inevitable happened to Susie: she failed her exams, consequently a decent job was impossible to find and pretty soon she became the teenaged handful that Dan really could do without.
His own life having been rocked by the separation, work failed to offer the solace he craved. Indeed, it almost broke his resolve. His chosen career having undergone an about turn in light of the tragic events of 9/11, like all in the emergency services he was faced with constant training, screening and re-training, the anticipation of a similar atrocity afflicting the UK hanging heavy like a dark spectre. It made for a stressful existence. When July 2005 afflicted London, turning the constant dress rehearsals into stark reality, sadly Susie started to become forgotten.
From that point forward it was an all-too-familiar tale: she fell in with the wrong crowd, started drinking and coming in at all hours and doing all those things that can cause any normal parent to despair, let alone one who was on the verge of a breakdown. But tough and determined even in the face of adversity, Dan battled to keep on top.
A glimmer of hope arrived when he secretly discovered that Susie had found herself a guy. If nothing else, he hoped this might bring some semblance of stability to her life. Eighteen by then, it was about time she grew up to become the young lady her early childhood had promised.
In the meantime, as one day blurred into the next, like many of his ilk, the pressures took a heavy toll and Dan found himself rely more and more on alcohol. At the end of one particularly strenuous week, he hit the bottle in a major way. In fact, even by Dan's standards it was a bender to beat all benders. Crashing home paralytic in the early hours, somehow he managed to wedge himself behind the sofa before sleep descended like a dark veil.
His awakening came courtesy of the doorbell and, for all he knew, he could have been out for days. The bell droned an ear-splitting cacophony that made him grimace. Shaking like a palm tree in a hurricane, he could hear the distant sound of voices echoing softly in the hallway. "Come through," sounded Susie's voice, annoyingly cheerful in comparison to how shitty Dan felt.
In fact, it was only when the last remaining trace of sleep was shaken off that he found himself caught in the throes of THE hangover from Hell. His brain felt ready to explode, he was shaking like crazy and felt as weak as a newborn kitten. His first and only instinct was to remain precisely where he was -- behind the sofa -- and hope that Susie would take her boyfriend up to her room.
Self preservation aside, the last thing he wanted right at that moment was to be discovered by his impressionable young daughter in this crude and unforgivable state, given the lectures he'd hectored her with on the evils of alcohol. Hardly an example to set the teenager, he remained deadly still, quite appropriate for the catatonic state in which he found himself.
To his utter dismay, however, Susie came through into the sitting room, the sound of lips smacking lips close above. To make matters even worse, the pair plumped down on the very sofa behind which Dan sought refuge. His heart pounded deafeningly, bringing untold pain as it reverberated through a brain that felt as if it might explode any moment. Even Susie's dulcet tones sounded like those of a cackling witch: "I've been thinking about you ever since last time," she revealed. "I've thought of nothing else."
The hint of desperation in the candid admission caused Dan to shake his head in disgust. Weren't girls supposed to play hard-to-get? Wasn't it the guy's job to do all the running? The shaking motion merely made Dan's brain crash against his skull excruciatingly, unleashing untold torture. A fighting fit Dan Ferris would have been up on his feet and fronting out the young beau by now. And at the first sign of disrespect, fists would have been flying in the young man's direction. Yet he couldn't have moved if he wanted to, rigid like in death, though death would have been too easy a let-off. No word yet from the boyfriend, Susie prompted: "Have you been thinking about me too?"
The words heaped more misery on Dan. She was so pretty that self-doubt shouldn't even be present. The girl could practically have any man she wanted. "Hmm," replied her boyfriend. "Maybe you need to remind me what I've been missing..."
Dan's face clouded with a quizzical look. Still not himself by any stretch of the imagination, he could be forgiven for hearing things. Yet it was a voice he recognised, if not one he could readily place. One thing was certain, however: this was no boy. "Do that little thing you like to do for me," rang out the manly baritone voice.
Susie cooed. "Ooh, my little lapdance thingy you mean?"
"Hmm, yeah. And make it good."
"You want me to take my top off while I do it?"
From his position beneath, Dan could barely believe his ears. His precious little eighteen-year old daughter daughter was turning into a slut in his presence. And yet he was impotent to do anything about it. His only hope was they'd disappear upstairs shortly and not subject him to any more torture. That would afford him the opportunity of freshening up and gaining some succour. Suffice to say, the guy would be smashed into tomorrow by the time Dan was finished with him. Yet the very thought of physical violence made him sick and, in any event, whilst they remained on the sofa he was effectively powerless. "You like my titties?" Susie enquired, heaping more misery on her father.
"Yeah honey I love your titties," observed the guy less than enthusiastically, causing Dan's lip to curl. "Now get over here and start doing what you do best -- being a slut."
