Thank you for reading my story. Please enjoy, love Mica xx
My name is Sue and I am twenty years old with blond hair, and a UK size 10. I have two twin brothers, Rob and Will, they are nineteen and are not identical twins. We live with our dad, Phil. Our mum died in a car crash with a drunken driver three years ago. That pain never goes away.
I do what I can to be 'mum', cooking, cleaning and the laundry are the main things, but I do hate doing the boy's room, it always smells funny. Every time I go in I have to open the windows, and their sheets, don't even make me go there, just disgusting.
I was just loading the dishwasher, dad was in the lounge on the sofa and the boys were going out. It was apparently Karaoke night at the Pint Pot and they hoped to pick up girls. Good luck with that! If I went out, I would never bring a boy, or a girl, back here, no, oh could you imagine the ribbing I would get from them. No. Not happening.
Everything done I went and sat with dad in the lounge. He was on the sofa just staring ahead, pretty much like he does most of the time. I squeezed on next to him. Just as I sat down the boys came in all loud and generally obnoxious.
"Right then dad, we are off, see you later," said Rob.
"Yes don't wait up," said Will, and they were gone with a clatter of the front door.
"TV?" I asked.
"If you like, I'm not bothered." Oh. He was in one of those moods.
"Oh dad, what's up, I hate to see you like this."
He looked sideways at me, a sad smile on his face. "Nothing baby. I miss your mum, and well, you look like her so much, you are a nice reminder of the days we used to have. But I don't have those days anymore."
"Well, you could always try those dating sites dad, you know, see if anyone could take your mind off mum."
"That wouldn't work, I would always be comparing them to Julie. There is not a day that goes by that I don't want to go and find that drunken driver and kill him."
"That would just end any pain he feels for what he did, and you can't kill his family in retribution, because they are innocent's dad."
"I know baby, that's why I do nothing, but I hate that he lived and Julie died."
"Oh daddy." I put my arm around him and squeezed him to me.
"I thank God that I have you and that you look so much like Julie."
"Well, let's take advantage of that daddy. Go, get dressed and take me out, like you would have taken mum out, just to help bring back some of those happy memories that you and mum shared."
"Oh, I don't know baby."
"Oh, so, you are standing me up?"
He looked embarrassed, as he should, and shook his head.
"Okay baby. Go get your glad rags on, I will see you down here in a few minutes."
I obviously hadn't been planning on going out tonight, but things change. I went up and stripped in the bathroom, dad would use his ensuite. I washed pits, crotch, under boob, and then used my roll on. A spray of EDP and I walked back to my room. As I walked across the landing I caught sight of dad in his room and our eyes met. I smiled. What else can a girl do when her dad sees her naked and she sees him naked?
I had no idea what dad would choose to do, so, comfort was the key. Nice non rubbing panties, easy unwired bra and a loose dress. Flatties to walk in, in case dad wanted to walk, I had no idea.
I grabbed my purse and put into my handbag along with my house key and a couple of tissues and some lip salve. I went downstairs and made sure that the back of the house was locked, dad came down just as I had finished checking. Bless him, he was wearing a suit, but with an open necked shirt. His shoes gleamed.
"Okay Sue, are you ready?"
"Yes daddy and you look so handsome tonight daddy."
"And you are as beautiful as a summer rose baby," he answered, and then opened the front door for me. I walked though, it was a pleasant and warm dry evening. I stood by the car as dad set the alarm and shut and locked the front door.
"The river I thought," dad said, "we can walk up to the weir, cross at Bingley bridge come back on the other side and have a cider at The Watermans."
"Sounds lovely dad. I wonder if we will see the kingfisher." I love seeing it in the summer, a flash of blue. I once managed to see it sitting on a branch with a small fish in its mouth, that image has stayed with me to this day.
"With luck baby."
Dad parked in the pub carpark, we crossed the bridge and then dad put his arm through mine and we walked slowly along the river along the ash path.
"Such a shame about the Ash trees," dad said, they had mostly been pollarded, "only the willows left now."
"Did they get that disease?"
"I think the river trust cut them all back in case they did, they wouldn't want to risk a branch or a tree falling and hurting anyone."
"I guess they didn't have the money for testing, so just cut them back."
"You are probably right baby."
There weren't many others out walking, we did see a couple arm in arm on the other bank, a lovers stroll. I wondered if people would think that of us, although I doubted it, our ages would probably look too different. I pulled dad closer to me, synched him in.
"Oh daddy look." I stopped dad and pointed. "Look on that stick in the water." There was a stick poking out of the water, and a Kingfisher was sat on it. As we looked he dived into the water and a moment later re-emerged and sat back on the stick, a small silver fish in his mouth.
"Oh that was brilliant," dad said, "don't get to see that very often."
"We are blessed daddy," I said quietly. The kingfisher flew off and we resumed our walk, tightly embracing, dad river side, me field side. A little further up we had to step off the path into the field to avoid a swarm of midges all hovering and dancing in one spot over the path.
