(AN: This story starts off slow, but after the first sex scene it's pretty much nonstop father daughter action. This story is a bit heavy. Constructive criticism is encouraged. Take your time with it and enjoy.)
When Rhea Novitski drove home from work, she was used to a quiet and peaceful drive. She lived about thirty minutes away from her job. Her coworkers lived in the city, but Rhea always preferred the big open country even if that meant a long drive home. She worked for a telemarketing company that stayed open late which meant she got off work at 10pm. Luckily for Rhea, the drive had little to no traffic when she left the city which gave her plenty of time to think.
Tonight was different. Wildly different. She always left her phone on the dashboard because she didn't expect a call or text from anyone. Rhea never dated or engaged in casual sex. Not since her twenty-fourth birthday. She didn't have a problem with that. She had friends and she was still somewhat young at thirty-one. The loud buzz of her phone knocked her out of her thought process. She slowed down and picked it up to see who was calling her. It was her sister, Molly. She quickly connected her phone to Bluetooth for a hands-free call.
"Hey Molly. What's up?"
"Rhea... it's... it's mom..." Molly's voice was small. She sounded like she had been crying.
"What's wrong?"
"She's... gone," Molly said. Rhea's heart dropped. She slammed on the brakes in the middle of the empty one-lane road. She needed a few seconds to control her breathing.
"Does... does Dad know?" Rhea asked.
"No... I haven't called him yet. Emma and Madison found her... they found her in her room..." Molly started crying again. Rhea had to become the strong big sister.
"Molly, take some deep breaths. Okay?"
"Okay..." Molly did as she was told. Her voice was still shaky, but the tears stopped for a second.
"Now, can you tell me what happened?"
"She was messing with that guy... she got back on drugs... she overdosed... the paramedics took her body..."
"Fuck..." Rhea swore under her breath. This meant she had to go back to California. This meant she had to put on the strong big sister act. Like she always had to. This meant she had to see her father again. Rhea brushed her dirty blonde hair from her face and sighed.
"When are you coming home?" Molly asked. Rhea loved her sisters. Deeply. It had been too long since she saw them and she hated the fact that this was what was going to bring them back together.
"If I book a flight by tomorrow morning, I'll be there by Wednesday."
"Okay... I'll see you then... I love you..." Molly choked, her voice was still small.
"Love you too, kiddo..." Rhea smiled weakly and ended the call. Rhea leaned back and stared at the ceiling of her car for five minutes. She felt tears streaming down her face. Rhea hadn't gotten along with her mother really ever, but she still loved her. Now she was gone. Just like that.
*
Emma didn't leave her room after her mother's death. While she knew everyone dealt with trauma in different ways, she never thought she would be the one to shut down. Emma was a prideful eighteen-year-old. Fresh out of high school with a room full of hockey, soccer, and gymnastics metals and an athletic scholarship to show for it. Most would call her cocky, but she called it confidence. Emma was very different from her sisters and that was something that she was happy about.
After walking into her mother's room, she didn't expect to fall apart. Emma thought she was mentally stronger than her sister, Madison. Emma knew something was seriously wrong when her biggest concern wasn't her mother on the floor, but the fact that Madison was the one who didn't immediately break down into tears. Madison tried shaking their mother before shouting for Molly. Emma just fell to her knees.
Emma spent all of her time letting those thoughts build up. She refused to let the dam break. In the next few months, she'd be going off to college and moving away from her sisters. Finally free from all of the stupid girl talk and bickering. She wanted to be around other people like her. Those who were strong and confident. But Emma being a teenager didn't understand that strength came in different ways.
Emma felt like a baby because she cried. She felt like a baby because she missed her mother. A tragedy that would normally bring a family together, tore it apart even further. Emma didn't know how to fix it and she knew she didn't have to. She was tempted to pack her things and move into a hotel or a friend's place for a few weeks until it was time to leave for school.
*
Madison treated the death of her mother like a slight annoyance. She couldn't go out that night with her friends because the police asked all three of them questions till one in the morning. Madison noticed Molly shuffling around like a ghost even when the police were talking directly to her. Madison acted like this all the time. She drowned out any problem by going out with her friends or shopping. Usually both.
Madison was nineteen and cared about one thing. Maintaining her social status. Madison was popular and beloved in high school. Sure the ugly girls hated her, but she didn't care. At least that's how she saw it. Anybody who didn't want to be her friend was just a loser and missed out on a golden opportunity to be friends with a future model and actress. A small voice in the back of her mind told her she was exhausted.
Madison ignored it every time. She felt the exhaustion of trying to be a perfect princess when she was fifteen, but she ignored it. Putting on a smile and hanging out with people who only liked her because she was attractive or she had money was draining. Madison couldn't have a genuine conversation with her friends, because her mask would slip. She knew the facade of being a perfect person would fall to pieces if she talked about her problems.
Madison had no one to talk to. Molly worked all the time even when their mother was still alive, and she knew Emma hated her. If Madison wasn't out and about, she was inside burying her problems with online shopping and drama channels on the internet. Madison needed everything to go back to normal or else she'd fall apart. But she feared she didn't know what normal meant.
*
Molly already had a lot on her plate before her mother died. She was twenty-four and worked forty-five hours a week on her feet. Since her mother was in no condition to work, she had to pay the bills. While Emma and Madison were focused on teen things, Molly watched her mother spiral for six months. When she came home from work, she'd find her mother sprawled out on the couch with a bottle of pills by her side. Molly tried to get her mother the help she needed, but it was too late.
Molly tried to find the fucker who got her mother hooked again. She tried to get him pinned for murder or assisted suicide or something. Nothing. Police couldn't find him and Molly didn't have the time or money to track him down. What she did have was her older sister, Rhea, and her father. Molly didn't really know what her father could do in this situation, but she figured she'd at least let him know what happened.
Molly always looked up to Rhea. Rhea was who Molly wanted to be. A hard worker, reliable, and intelligent. If you asked what their mother thought about Rhea, she was a bitch, a coward, and a homewrecker. The incident that broke the family apart originally was because of Rhea. Molly was seventeen when everything changed. Apparently, their mother caught Rhea and their father in the act. Rhea was on top. It was Rhea's twenty-fourth birthday.
Molly never believed it. Even when her mother was yelling at her about it. Which happened a lot. Molly knew that her mother needed someone to yell at, she just never really understood why it had to be her. Granted, Emma and Madison were young when it happened, but Molly still felt like the family punching bag for something she knew didn't really happen.
Molly was an adult. She needed to be there for Madison and Emma, even if they didn't fully appreciate it. Molly prayed that Rhea and her father coming back would fix something. Anything. If they couldn't, Molly didn't know what she would do. The poor girl needed a break from it all. She sat in the living room, wondering where everything fell apart. Just then, she heard a knock at the door.
*
Mike Novitski stood for a few seconds, admiring the house that he paid for. Mike was a solid five-foot-ten inches tall and spry for a fifty-one-year-old. He had strong masculine features with thick eyebrows, but a fair amount of gray built up in both his thin beard and his hair. But the thing that shocked him the most was his daughter answering the door. When he last saw Molly, she was a skinny little teenager. Now she'd filled out into a more womanly form.
Molly had long light blonde hair that fell down her slender face. She stood about 5 '5. She had small brown eyes behind thick glasses and thick eyebrows. Her lips were pink and pouty and her skin was pale. A single mole sat under her bottom lip. She had slender hips and legs and a moderate bust. Her black t-shirt gave Mike a nice view of her cleavage and her jeans hugged her curves tight.
Mike cursed at himself internally. Looking at another daughter like that meant more problems, even if their mother was gone.
"Dad?" Molly's eyes began to water.
"Hey, Molly." Molly immediately pounced on her father, wrapping him up in a tight hug. Mike hugged her and rubbed her back. To Molly, it was a nice paternal hug, but all Mike could focus on was his daughter's breasts pressing against his chest and his finger running over her bra strap.
Molly broke the hug and removed her glasses to wipe the tears from her face.
"You can come in. I'll call the girls." Molly walked back inside and Mike followed. Mike smiled because the girls actually kept the house clean. A few furniture changes, but other than that it was spotless. It looked as clean as it was seven years ago.
The house was a wide white mansion with a kitchen to the left corner and a pool outside. To the right was a black spiral staircase that led to the main bedrooms and guest rooms. Next to the staircase was the couch and TV. The walls weren't decorated and there was no plant life to be found, but the furniture helped the space well enough.
"Emma! Madison! Dad's here!" Molly had a big smile on her face. Mike dropped his suitcase when he heard the thumping footsteps of Emma. The second the younger girl locked eyes with her father, she nearly slid down the railing of the steps. When she made it to the bottom, she sprinted and jumped in her father's arms.
"Woah! Easy there kiddo!" Mike laughed, but Emma almost cried again. She knew she had to hold it back. Madison walked downstairs with a puzzled look on her face. Like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Mike looked past Emma's hair to see Madison.
The girl was a knockout even lying around at home. She stood 5'9 inches tall. She had platinum blonde hair that cascaded down her slender back and stopped at her plump bottom. Her skin was a natural-looking olive complexion with zero tan lines. She had piercing blue eyes and thin eyebrows that gave her a sort of mischievous look. Her nose and chin were sharp and her lips were thick and pink. Her best feature was her gargantuan breasts that only she had inherited from her grandmother. She wore a white tank top with no bra, causing her large breasts to shuffle freely behind the thin fabric. Her simple black cloth shorts left little to the imagination.
Emma got out of Mike's arms. She was a little rough around the edges but still had a soft and youthful look. She wore an oversized gray graphic woodland t-shirt that draped around her entire body. She was the only sibling that wasn't blonde. Her hair was deep brown and tied back in a messy ponytail with a few wild strands falling around her forehead and face. She was petite but had toned muscles in her arms, abdomen, and legs. She stood 5'3 without shoes. Her eyes were big and brown. Her smile was cute and toothy. A small amount of freckles dotted her nose and cheeks. Emma was just all-around cute but usually hid it through a constant scowl.
Mike couldn't believe how beautiful and grown his daughters had become. A small part of him didn't even look at these girls as his daughters. His brain told him he was just surrounded by gorgeous women in a big house. Alone. Madison's perfect covergirl face and body, Molly's curves, and Emma's slim athletic build. But he had to shut that part of his brain down.
"It's nice to see you all again. It's been too long." Mike smiled. All three girls smiled back. Molly noticed how nice it was to have Emma and Madison in the same location with smiles on their faces.
"About your mother. I'm sorry. If there's anything you need just let me know. Like money or something." Mike said.
