**Stepdaughter accidentally impales herself on her stepfather's cock while helping to fix a broken air conditioner unit. Improbable? Yes. But that's why this is fiction. If it didn't happen, there wouldn't be a story.**
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The phone stopped ringing when Patrick answered it with a "Hello?"
"DAD!" came an excited reply.
"Oh, hey Jennifer. How's my baby girl? Did you get to see..." Patrick started off.
"Dad, I need your help!" interrupted Jennifer, "the air conditioning is broken. You gotta fix it!"
"Honey. We talked about this. You bought that apartment complex knowing that you'd have to take care of it. We tried talking you out of it, but you convinced your mom and I that you'd be able to handle it now that you graduated the university. You're going to have to use that business degree and go hire someone."
"But that's just it dad, I can't. I tried every air conditioning company I can find on the internet. Most are already booked full because of the heatwave."
"You tried calling, not just clicking their website to see if they had an appointment available? Did you search for HVAC technician? I thought you had a handyman that you could call for miscellaneous stuff." Patrick countered.
"Yes, yes, and yes, I did all that. I talked with their schedulers. I'm just a small apartment complex with 8 tenants. They're sending their people out to the big places and charging a fortune because of this record heat. And Jimmy is good at fixing clogged toilets, but he left for his trip because of the long holiday weekend. He won't get back until Tuesday. I'm surprised old Mrs. Crumball hasn't pounded down my door yet. That hag complains about everything." Jennifer whined.
"Sounds like you are in a tough spot. Have you researched portable units so..." Patrick started.
"Please daddy! I let mom marry you because you're a nerdy engineer and could help me." Jennifer slowly changed her voice from irritating to pleading.
"Jen, I met your mom when you just started college. You didn't have the apartment when we got married. Don't try to change things. I remember. I was there," Patrick responded.
"My real father would come and save the day if he was around." Jennifer moped.
"Oh, you are going there, huh? That is low. Are you that desperate?" Patrick's resolve weakened.
"Yes! I'll even put you in for best stepfather of the year award." Jennifer answered quickly.
"Alright. But it is too late tonight. I was just going to bed. I'll come around early tomorrow morning to look at it," Patrick grudgingly gave in.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed before hanging up.
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Patrick arrived at the small apartment complex early the next morning. He climbed up the central stairwell to the top unit and knocked on his stepdaughter's door. A dog barking from inside announced his arrival. It opened, and he was quickly engulfed in the brunette's hug.
"I'm glad you're here, but why did you have to make it so early?" was her groggy question as she stepped back. She adjusted her tank top over a pair of shorts as if she just put it on before answering the door.
He looked at her before answering and was stunned by her outfit. The tank top was so snug it molded itself around her young breasts. Patrick was surprised that they looked bigger than her mother's. And then he chided himself for comparing them.
"It's summer, during a heatwave, and you don't have air conditioning. I'm getting started before it gets too hot. It is already uncomfortable outside since it didn't cool down much last night." Was his simple answer.
"I know. Even my soft pajamas were too much and eventually got discarded onto the floor."
"Uh, Jenny, I don't need you to tell me you were sleeping in your underwear." He weakly scolded.
"Good, because I'm not telling you that. There was no breeze coming through the windows, so it was too hot for any clothing." She defended her choice.
Stunned and trying not to entertain the image of his stepdaughter naked, he shook his head to clear the thought.
"So, uh, where is it?" He quickly tried to change the subject.
"It's back here." She led him inside to the far wall and pointed at a small device mounted there.
"What's that?" He asked.
"That's the air conditioner." She replied.
"No. That's the thermostat." He corrected. "Where is the air conditioner unit?"
"But this controls it."
"Yes, but... nevermind, I'll start here then." He conceded.
Patrick spent a little bit of time at the thermostat checking on the settings, then walked to a vent to check for cool air before returning back to the thermostat again. He finally turned to Jennifer. "Does this building have a mechanical room or an attic?"
She pointed to a hatch in the ceiling behind him and said, "I always assumed that went to the attic. And we've got a laundry room on the ground floor. Does that count?"
"Not really. Do you have a ladder?"
"In the laundry room." She said.
Patrick brought the ladder up and set it under the hatch. As he climbed into the attic, Jennifer called out, "I'll get started on cooking breakfast."
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Patrick shone his flashlight around the attic space to see what was around. Right in front of him, jammed in between the roof supports, was a large mechanical piece with HVAC ductwork coming out of it. Identifying it as an air handling unit, he set about to seeing why it was so quiet when it should be pushing cold air out like the others.
He cursed his luck when he discovered that the unit's access panel was hidden behind pieces of the roof truss and ductwork. Muttering obscenities under his breath, he crawled beneath them all to get to the unit.
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Rebecca scraped the remains of her eggs into the dog's dish when Patrick descended from the attic hatch.
"Ugh. You look horrible." She observed. Patrick stood there with his shirt and shorts saturated and dripping in sweat. His hair was matted down and dust covered his arms and legs. "Yeah, I feel that way too," He responded.
"The trouble seems to be only your unit since the other ones sound like they are running. I don't know much about air handlers but there is a burnt wire inside it so I'm assuming that caused a short," He explained.
"Great. So you can fix it now?" she said hopefully.
"No. Now I'm going to get a glass of cold water and wait for you to get me a towel so I'm not sweating in your kitchen."
Jennifer slide a plate of breakfast in front of him and walked off for the towel. Patrick watched her walk to the closet near the bathroom but realized he was just staring at how tight her shorts clung to her booty.
"So what can be done?" she inquired as she returned. She stopped at the kitchen entrance, surprised to see his bare back as he stood at the sink. He had taken his shirt off and was washing the dust off his arms and chest and splashing some cold water on his face. Not too bad, she thought, he's got a bit of muscle tone. She expected an engineer nerd to have more of a dad-bod. This got her thinking if she had ever seen this much of him. It's only been a few years since he married her mom when she was in college and moved out on her own immediately after.
"Well, the easiest thing would be to replace the component," he was saying. "I don't know if that'll fix it, but it seems like a good place to start."
Before sitting down to eat, he continued, "Let me do some research on the internet to see if this part commonly fails. Then I'll look for where to get a replacement."
"Okay. I've got some chores to do, so let me know what you find out." She called over her shoulder as she left the kitchen with a new appreciation for her stepfather's body.
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"Jenny?" Patrick called out.
She walked in to the kitchen and sat down on a chair. "Please tell me you figured it out. This heat is getting unbearable."
"I searched a bunch of forums online and there are a lot of comments about this being a crappy brand. The circuit board seems to be notorious for having loose wiring that causes it to short out. You're going to need to replace the entire unit soon."
The dispirited look on her face caused Patrick to reconsider what he just said.
"Uh, wait, I mean eventually. Not immediately. I found a replacement part, I think. I called around and there's a company that resells units. He commonly gets this brand dumped off when developers are renovating their older buildings. So I'm going over there to see if he's got our model and can salvage the circuit board." Patrick offered as hope.
Excited that there might be a way to fix it, Jennifer hopped up to give him a hug. She bent over him in the chair and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. A quick kiss on his cheek happened before she even thought of it. "Thanks for helping me. I knew you'd be a good daddy."
Patrick blushed from the quick affection. He informed her, "I'm going home to shower, change clothes, then stop by the store. I should be back by mid-afternoon or so."
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Patrick knocked on the door a little after noon.
His triumphant smile froze on his face as Jennifer opened the door. She was in an oversized t-shirt that looked like a man's XXL. It covered her bottom so he couldn't tell if she had shorts on, but it was her chest that commanded his attention. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra from the dents her nipples were making. What captivated him most was the surprisingly darker areola that showed through the white shirt.
"Did they have it? You have it!" She squealed in glee as she saw the circuit board in his hand. She threw open the door and ushered him in, oblivious to his shock.
"You, uh," knowing he can't say your nipples are showing through, Patrick stumbled for how to address the outfit, "...changed" and failed to get his point across.
"The tank top and shorts were too snug. It's gotten hotter, so I wanted something loose that barely touches my skin," was her practical answer as she fanned the bottom of the shirt, creating a small breeze for her.
"That looks way too big for you."
"I picked it up from a guy on the football team," she answered.
"I don't remember an athlete boyfriend."
"I didn't say I dated him. He was a one-night stand. He was too small to make a serious boyfriend. I picked up his shirt so I had something to wear walking to my dorm back then."
Stunned that she was frankly talking about casual sex, Patrick struggled for what to reply to in her sentence. "Uh, his shirt looks pretty big, so he couldn't have been that small."
