"Be sure to call me when you get there so I know you're safe," I told Amy, my wife, before kissing her soundly on the lips, despite the fact that I was the one leaving the house and heading for work.
"I will," she replied, brushing aside a lock of her orange hair, which had fallen across one of her eyes. Then she gave me a sour look with her pale freckled face and added, "Robert, you worry too much."
I nodded to her. Then I said sternly to our son, Josh, who stood beside her "And you, young man." Then I smiled and said, "Have a good time."
He smiled back at me, and replied, "We are going to kick some ass!"
I laughed at that. At fifteen he was so confident in his abilities. Admittedly, the marching band at his High School, Sam Houston High, had won the Louisiana state competitions and was headed to the national competition in Florida. So, yeah, they were pretty good.
"Remember, Ashley gets out of school at three," Amy informed me.
I rolled my eyes at her. "She's eighteen and has a car. She'll be fine. I get off at five so she'll only be home for a couple hours by herself."
"Just be sure you don't work late," she scolded me.
"Now who's worrying?" I countered.
She shrugged and said, "Alright, fine. I'll see you Sunday afternoon."
"Okay," I said, kissing her again before heading for my car.
The door to the house closed behind me as I walked out and down the narrow walkway toward my parked car. Halfway down the path, I heard the front door to the house open quickly behind me. I turned to see Ashley, my daughter, rush out of the house toward me. I had been concerned since she usually saw me off in the morning with a hug and kiss, but had been in the bathroom for a long time that morning. I had just figured I'd see her later, since it was going to be just the two of us for the whole weekend.
She was fully dressed in her school clothes, green tee-shirt and jeans, uniforms not being required at Sam Houston High School. As she rushed forward her long straight orange hair trailed behind her, slightly damp. She was so beautiful, even more than her mother had been at that age.
Ashley put her arms around me and gave me a big hug, her firm young breasts pressing softly against my chest and her stomach pressing lightly against my crotch; at five-eight she was only two inches shorter than me. Then she gave me her usual peck on the lips and told me, "I'll be here when you get in. Just come straight home, okay?"
I smiled at her, trying, unsuccessfully, to suppress the usual forbidden thoughts of fucking my own daughter that caused my cock to stir in my slacks. Now, I didn't know why she wanted me to drive straight home but she obviously had something planned. I knew she had recently taken an interest in cooking, so I figured she probably didn't want me to pick up something to eat for dinner. I said, "Okay."
She smiled at me. Her pale freckled face, reminding me so much of her mother's at that age, only prettier, lit up when she smiled, her cute dimples appearing on her cheeks. I was very proud of her. She was still in high school and barely eighteen but she held an air of maturity about her that belied her age. "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Sweetheart," I told her, before getting into my car and heading to work.
This was our typical exchange. There was nothing unusual about it in the slightest. I had no idea what was going to happen that night. If I had, well, I wouldn't have changed a thing.
***
It was a typical day at work, so I was a little tired but happy that my work week was over, as I pulled my car back into my driveway. My phone chimed. It was another text from Amy. She had texted me every couple of hours, complaining constantly about the bus, the heat, the traffic, and the restaurant they stopped at for lunch. This particular message was about how badly the kids were behaving on the bus. I didn't bother to reply.
As instructed by both my wife and my daughter, I had come straight home from work. It was early April and so was still light outside. I saw the lights on in the house and Ashley's car in the driveway, so I knew she had made it home from school safely.
Letting myself in I took in the sounds of the house without my wife and son. It was quiet and peaceful. The smell that greeted my nose was of fried chicken, something my wife had not cooked in ages.
Turning into the kitchen I found Ashley hard at work using our little fryer. She had changed from her school clothes into green shorts, her round firm ass nicely accentuated, and a blue un-tucked tank top, revealing to me how freckled her pale back and shoulders were. As usual, her long slender legs ended in bare feet. She rarely wore shoes around the house. Her long orange hair was pulled back into a big ponytail. Glancing through to the dining room I saw that she already had salad and rolls laid out for us. She had really put in some work.
"Welcome home, Daddy," she said, glancing over at me and flashing me a pretty smile, but sticking close to the frying chicken. "Go get washed up for dinner."
I smiled at that. She was really trying to impress me. It made me wonder what she wanted.
As I retreated to my bedroom to change clothes I mentally went down the list. She had a nice car. She had whatever shoes or clothes she might want. She was working at getting a scholarship to college but I'd pay for that if I had to. She had a part-time job that gave her spending money.
Well, whatever it was she wanted she was off to a good start, I mused.
***
"The chicken is delicious," I commented, halfway through the first piece. I had washed up and returned barefoot, wearing my denim shorts and a red polo shirt.
Ashley smiled at me. She had a beautiful smile. "Thanks. Mom gave me her recipe a few months ago."
"Well, you did a wonderful job, Sweetheart," I told her. "In fact, I think it's better than your mother's. You cooked it just right."
"Thanks," she said again.
"So, what's the occasion?" I asked.
She shrugged her supple shoulders and said, "No occasion. Mom and Josh are gone. I figured, with just the two of us, I could maybe show you how much I love you, Daddy."
"I love too, Sweetheart, but you didn't need to go to so much trouble," I replied.
She laughed and said, "I'd do anything for you, Daddy. You have done so much for me."
I smiled. I knew she meant it and it really made me feel special. She was my little girl, all grown up, and I would have done anything for her. Changing the subject I said, "How was school?"
"The final tests are coming up and the teachers are covering a lot of material. Nothing I can't handle, though," she told me as she munched on her roll.
"I'm sure you'll do fine. I'm not worried about you," I told her honestly. She had really matured over the last few years and I no longer worried about her grades. She was doing great on her own. I asked, "I figured you'd want to go out with your boyfriend tonight. It's 'Todd', right?"
She wrinkled her freckled brow and said, "Todd broke up with me two weeks ago. I didn't tell you?"
