The following Saturday morning I was dressed in nothing but my bathrobe, relaxing over a second cup of coffee and enjoying the fact that I had the house to myself. Elaine had ferried Katie to her dance lesson, then had gone on to drop some stuff off at the dry cleaners and do a few other errands. I was simply relishing the fact that the house was so quiet I could hear the birds chirping at each other as they built a nest outside the window.
The doorbell rang.
It was Randi. She looked distraught, as if she had been crying for quite awhile. I noticed a small duffel bag at her feet.
"Hi, Randi," I said, ignoring for the moment her disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes. "Would you like to come in? Katie's . . ."
". . . At her dance lesson. I know," she said. "Can we talk? Just you and me? For a second?"
"We can talk as long as you want." She started to reach for her duffel bag, but I got there first and slung it over my shoulder. Then I put my free arm around her shoulder and accompanied her to the living room. She took a seat near the middle of the couch. I dropped the satchel on the ground near our feet and sat at the other end.
"My parents kicked me out," she said. "Can I . . . can I stay with you guys? At least for a day or two?" She looked down at her hands and started quietly crying. "I . . . I don't have anyone else I can ask."
"You can stay with us as long as you need to, honey. You know you're like family to Katie – and to Elaine and me. But what happened? You had an argument with your mom?"
"With her and my stepdad. Then they called my dad, and he told me not to come over to his house either. He and my stepmom don't want anything to do with me, either."
She started to sob, and I held out my arms for her. Despite all the sexual activity that I'd engaged in with her, she was still only a young girl – she and Katie had celebrated their eighteenth birthdays together only a few months earlier – and this was one of those moments when my paternal instincts were stronger than my sexual ones. Yet even then, I have to admit that the feel of Randi's slim, soft body and the perfect curves on her petite body felt fantastic as she flowed into my arms. When she shook from crying, it reminded me of the shivers that she experienced when we fucked in the back seat of my car a few nights earlier. I pulled her tightly into my arms as my nose took in the scent of her skin and her hair shampoo. Her C-cup tits, so amazing in contrast to her pale Japanese features, felt fantastic mashed against my chest.
"I'm pregnant," she said simply. She pushed herself deeper into my embrace. While one of her arms was wrapped around my back hugging me closer, her other arm was wedged between our bodies. Her hand slipped into the opening in my robe and she began stroking my chest.
I know I should not have been shocked by her pregnancy, but I was. Chalk it up to the human ability to ignore or forget the obvious consequences of our actions. "And am I . . .?" My voice trailed off, not finishing the sentence. I didn't have to.
"Of course you are. Before you, I'd never even kissed a boy on the cheek." She raised her head from where she'd buried it in my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "What am I going to do? Where am I going to go?"
I kissed her lips gently – chastely even, if such a word isn't improper in a context like this. "You don't need to go anywhere," I said. "You're already here. Let us – let ME – take care of you."
"Oh, Mister J!" she exclaimed. I loved it when she used that nickname for me. It showed a special kind of intimacy, one both less and more than familial. It didn't hurt that in recent weeks she had begun screaming it in ecstasy when I was fucking her doggie style. "I hoped you'd . . . ." and then she impulsively lifted her head towards mine and planted her mouth on mine, opening her mouth and caressing my lips with her tongue.
We began to kiss. Her fertile teenage body, already planted with my seed, melted into mine. My hands roamed along her sides and her back, caressing all her perfect young curves. When she came up for air, I said, "This is your new home, Randi. Have your baby here. Live with us."
"But don't you have to check with Mrs. J? It's kind of a big deal, having me move in, isn't it?"
"I'm sure Elaine will agree with me," I said. "You and Katie have always been almost like sisters. You've eaten dinner here several times a week since you were a little kid, and you sleep over at least one night most weekends." I put my finger under her chin and gently nudged her face upward so that she looked me in the eye. Our lips were only inches apart. "You're already family, Randi." I kissed her lightly on the lips. "You're almost as much a daughter to me as Katie is."
I kissed her again, and this time my tongue licked daintily at the outside of her lips. "I'll treat you just like I do my own daughter," I repeated, thinking not only of my paternal relations with Katie but also with my recent sexual actions with her. I kissed her again, this time more deeply. In response, Randi's hand, already inside my bathrobe, crept lower. She wrapped her hand around my hardening cock.
"And the pregnancy?" she asked.
"You're so young. So fertile," I whispered. I cupped my hand under one of her delicious, firm young tits, then my hand slid down to her pussy. "I guess it was inevitable." I looked her in the eye and with one hand I caressed her breast while my other diddled her clit. Her pussy's full with my child, I thought to myself as I played with her clitoris. I was reveling in the fact that her hand was rising and falling on my rod. "I'm okay with it if you are."
Randi looked up at me. She brought her other hand around from my back and began stroking my cock with both hands. She smiled adoringly into my eyes. "Oh, Mister J! Thank you!" Her hands slid faster up and down my hard cock. "Thank you thank you thank you!" She looked down at her hands sliding up and down, then gazed back into my eyes adoringly. "Thank you!" she said again. I loved the fact that she was babbling her gratitude while stroking me – in effect, she was thanking me for letting her play with and worship my cock.
"From now on you're part of our household," I said. I placed my hand on the back of her neck. "And that means that you'll have certain duties, just like every other member of the household. And there are rules." I caressed the back of her neck. "Rule number one: No boyfriends are allowed in this house – understand?"
She smiled. "I understand, Mr. J." Both her hands were on my rod, stroking non-stop. She licked her lips unconsciously and added, "There'll be no other man in this house but you."
"Good." With my hand still on the back of her neck, I pulled her face down to my crotch. "Now suck your popsicle like a good daughter, Randi."
