**Every sexually active character is 18+**
This story is about characters from 'Sadie's Healing Touch'
I would suggest reading my previous story for complete insight
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Lillian's mental health has been on the decline Who knew that the love of my life would have it so rough? I met my Lilly in the ninth grade when she transferred to Grant Central High School. Her family moved to Michigan from Rhode Island at the start of freshman year. She was a beautiful long haired olive-skinned woman. She was different than other people but I just wrote it off as lovable quirks.
Sometimes she'd get caught up in conspiracy theories and other nonsense. She questioned the moon landing and read about the Illuminati. As the years went on her paranoia became more specific to her. If a car was behind her in traffic for too long it must be following her. Every quiet conversation must be a plot against her.
We fell in love as kids and got married a few months after high school graduation. In retrospect, we were just two kids getting married. My only son, Frank, is sixteen and I can't imagine him falling in love this young. My Lilly gave me three amazing children. Florence is our firstborn daughter. Lilly named her after where her Family comes from. The next child was Sadie and then we had Frank. We would have stopped at two children but I so badly wanted a son. Lilly agreed to try one more time and I was blessed with Frank.
Admittedly, I spoil my daughters and I'm not ashamed to say it. I do well enough at the firm to afford the nicer things. Lilly hasn't held down a steady job in a while because of her mental health. We don't need her income to live comfortably. My father instilled a strong work ethic in me that I have passed on to Frank. My son started making money even earlier than I did. When I was his age I was sneaking out with Lilly. Frank never asks for money while my daughters ask for cash every time they go out.
Sadie recently finished high school and Florence is working on her Master's. I'm not blind about the things Florence does. She goes out with a new guy every week. She attends yacht parties in a glorified G-String bikini. I'm under no illusion that my daughter is a saint. But I am confident that she has a good head on her shoulders. She gets in trouble sometimes but she is responsible. I have no fear of her accidentally getting pregnant or driving drunk.
Florence is a beautiful young woman. She must have gotten all her genetics from, Joan. She has a busty hourglass figure just like my daughter. Florence is a natural blonde but even dyes her hair red like Joan's I'm well aware of both their promiscuity and it isn't my place to dictate their lives. I whip Frank into shape because a man must carry a lot in life. Men rarely get second chances the way women do. I would be okay with Frank partying and sleeping around as well. Florence and Joan realized the value of their beauty and sex appeal fast. Joan has a wealthy husband wrapped around her finger along with college degrees. If Joan was all sex and no substance I wouldn't have so much respect for her. Florence and Joan use their allure as an accouterment, not a foundation. They have substance and spirit underneath their voluptuous exteriors.
As Florence became an adult she started resembling my sister more and more. Her facial features come partially from me but mostly from Lilly. But her current twenty-year-old body looks exactly like Joan's. It gets in my head because of my sordid history with my sister. Joan is merely a year older than me. Just last week we celebrated her forty-fourth birthday. My parents took us on a trip through Europe after I graduated high school. Looking back, I'm not sure how it happened but we made love. The combination of sharing a bed and Joan being nervous in a new continent resulted in us having sex. It was supposed to just happen once but our parents could only afford one bed for us. I was engaged to Lilly at the time and it's my biggest regret. I've never strayed since Europe.
The past is the past and we don't bring it up anymore. Joan is married with two sons and I have my Lilly and my children. Now is not the time to admit to my moment of weakness anyway. My wife already assumes everyone is moving against her so why add more? Currently, Lilly is spending a week in the hospital to be kept under observation. The kids don't know it but their mother said some concerning things that alluded to suicide. The kids are used to their mother spending time in the hospital but they don't know the severity of this stay.
Things are harder than ever right now and I have to wear a brave face. I tell the kids it'll be okay when I'm not sure what'll happen tomorrow. Some days Lilly is up early making everyone breakfast. On other days she thinks the garbage man is her long-lost brother. Florence and Lilly used to be inseparable before it got bad. She's my only kid that is truly aware of the situation. Lilly almost hit Florence in the head with a pan years ago. Florence hasn't trusted her mother since. She is diagnosed and has medicine to keep her grounded now but you can't change the past.
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Work was hectic but if I can manage Lilly, I can manage anything. My coworkers know that my wife is disabled and stays home but that's all they know. If I were struggling I wouldn't want people yapping about me to coworkers. I get lots of attention from women at work. My assistant Jenny has made it abundantly clear that I could carry on an affair with her. I've been told that I am handsome and charming. You have to be charming to make it where I am in sales. As attractive as Jenny is, the offer is not tempting. I've only ever slept with my sister and my wife. I have a deep connection and friendship with Joan and Lilly is the love of my life. I have no desire to sleep with someone I'm not emotionally connected with. My two sexual experiences were like our souls combining so the bar is pretty high. I strive to be a faithful husband but the idea of sticking my dick into a random chick doesn't do it for me. My peers fuck their assistants at work every damn day. When blinds are closed in an office I already know what is going on. Todd gets head from the girl who stocks the office fridge and goes home to his loving wife.
People in my position feel as if they are entitled to women on the side. Ben compares it to being a general that conquers land. "Oscar, do you really think a general only sleeps with his wife?" He always tells me. We aren't conquering anything. We're in offices trying to hit a series of projected numbers. Nothing here is remarkable or honorable. My peers drive expensive sports cars while I drive an affordable Toyota. I have a normal middle-class house with enough rooms for all of us. I turned Florence's room into a home office after she left for college. My coworkers laughed at me for not just buying a house with more rooms. I intentionally live under my means and put half of my earnings into savings. God forbid something happens to me, my kids and wife are taken care of.
As my car nears the house I see Florence's bright pink Hummer truck out front. I knew she was coming back during semester break but I didn't know it was today. I pull into the driveway behind Sadie's red convertible. As expected, Frank's car is nowhere to be found. He's working the late shift tonight. I exit the vehicle with my briefcase and head toward the front door. I can already smell Florence's cookies in the oven from outside the door. She used to cook her mother when she was younger and even came up with an amazing recipe. I open the door and hear my daughters in the kitchen giggling over loud Katy Perry music.
"I hope some are ready for me!" I say, walking into the kitchen. "I'm eating a bunch."
Florence and Sadie are side by side facing the counter. Florence turns around quickly and shouts, "dad!"
Is it wrong for me to say that is Florence breathtakingly beautiful? She reminds me of the forbidden romance I had with my sister in Europe. Florence looks beautiful in sweatpants with no makeup. Her hair is dyed red and she's wearing her MSU sweatshirt that is covered in flour. She rushes over to hug me but I hold my arm out to avoid getting flour on my suit jacket. I accidentally get a good feel of her breast through her sweatshirt in the process and quickly lower my hand to my side.
"This suit is expensive, sorry, honey," I say, patting her shoulder.
"You're off the hook for now but I want my big squeezy hug later," Florence says. "Here." She holds a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie in front of my mouth. I bite it from her hand and inhale that cookie in seconds. My daughter's cookies are buttery and moist on the inside. This recipe is her own take on Lilly's cookie recipe.
"Hey, dad!" Sadie says without looking at me as she puts a tray into the oven.
"Hey, kid!" I say back. "I talked to Aiden about that internship and gave him your information."
"Oh, really?"
"Really."
"Are you sure they'd want to take someone with no experience on?"
"They do when the person with no experience is my daughter."
