Thansgiving Stuffing

"I'm not stealing anything," I say. "I didn't have the money to pay. I told you that. I spoke to the magistrate and he said I have to pay it in installments, and I have to take personal responsibility for Megan. If she gets in trouble again, she goes right to jail. No passing go. No get out of jail free card."

"Bullshit board games," Tina says, and I'm surprised she knew what I was talking about. "So you're not paying child support anymore?"

"The judge said I still have to. Technically, you have full custody. This is considered a punishment and terms of the release."

"So, she's going to your house, and you're still going to pay child support..." Tina states.

"Dumb mother-fucker," Chuck says, touching Tina's arm, a clear indicator that he's ready to leave.

"You better not be late," Tina says threateningly. "I don't wanna hear none of this rectification bullshit either."

"I'm not doing any of that," I say, "but, can I come by and pick up a few of her things? Clothing and stuff?"

"Sure. She ain't got much," Tina says, and then she walks away. "Call before you come over."

"Got it," I say, and I turn to Megan who's been silent this entire time. "You ready to go?" She nods silently, and I walk her out of the building, and we head across the parking lot in the opposite direction of Tina and Chuck.

"Where are they going?" I ask.

"I don't know," Megan says. "Maybe the bus stop?"

"Mom's car not working?" I ask.

"It got repo'ed," Megan says sullenly. "She forgot to make the payments... for six months."

"Heh. Sounds like Tina," I say as we come to my car and I click the dongle to start the engine and open the doors.

We get inside, and Megan puts on her seat belt and then pulls her phone out of her pocket. "Could you... hold off on that, for a second?"

"What?" Megan asks, looking confused. "I just want to text my friends and let them know what happened."

"Text them in a second," I say and Megan slaps her phone down as if irritated by my request. "Number one, should I go offer to give your mom and Chuck a ride?"

"Fucudge no," Megan says, changing her swear word into something less offensive.

"Okay. Secondly, your case got dismissed."

"What?" Megan asks, turning in her seat to face me. "What do you mean? You just said-"

"I lied," I say quickly. "And you can't tell anyone. Not your mom. Not Chuck-"

"I don't tell that asshole anything!" Megan says sharply. "He can suck a big bag of dicks!"

"Alright," I say, nodding. "You also cannot tell your friends."

"Why not?" Megan asks, tapping her phone on her leg.

"Because they're accomplices. If they find out, the judge will reverse his decision and you go right back to jail."

I wait, watching Megan to see if she believes my lie, or not. I feel it's a little white lie, one intended to require her strict adherence to the rules with immediate consequences, should she break them.

"So, I don't have to stay at your house?"

"I'd like you to... but it's not a requirement."

Megan sits silent for a long moment. "Can I watch T.V. when I want?"

"I don't care," I say with a smirk. "Shoot. If you want, I'll buy you a T.V. for your room. You can watch what you want, whenever you want."

"Seriously?" Megan asks.

"Yeah. Seriously," I say. "But remember, my house has rules."

"I know," Megan says happily. "No swearing, no drinking, no smoking. No boys. No fun." I frown at her and she bursts out giggling. "I'm just joking Daddy."

"Ha-ha," I say. "Very funny."

"Can we go to the store now? For a T.V.?"

I pull the car out of the parking lot and head onto the highway, nodding. "I suppose so. I need to pick up some fasteners and cabinet slides anyway."

"You doing another project?" Megan asks.

"Always," I smile.

"Can I message my friends now?"

"Sure. Go ahead," I say, and she smiles, pulls her phone up to her face, and starts texting like crazy. She's still on her phone when we get to the big-box store and stays glued to it as we walk through the store, buy the T.V., and leave with our purchase. She's still on her phone when we pull into the driveway, and then I'm unloading the T.V. by myself, and asking her if she can please get the door so I don't drop the T.V. This request seems to finally snap her out of it, and she helps me bring the T.V. in.

I make dinner while Megan sits on the couch, texting, and flipping through channels on the T.V. until she finally huffs, saying there's nothing good on. "Put on a movie," I say. "You know where they are."

Megan stands up, lifts the couch cushion, and reveals my extensive DVD collection. She selects one, closes the couch, and turns around, turning the DVD player on with the remote. The T.V. switches input to the DVD player and the screen turns bright blue. A moment later, I see a woman with long curly black hair, riding a huge dick, squeezing her tits as she cums, yelling, "fuck my pussy Daddy!"

"Oh, shit!" I say, running to grab the remote.

"What is that?" Megan giggles, watching, as the man pulls his cock from the woman's pussy and starts shooting thick ropes of cum all over her face.

"I... Sorry... I must have left that DVD in the player," I say, hurrying to the DVD player and ejecting the disc. "Sorry, sorry, sorry."

Megan laughs. "That was hot."

I feel my face burning red and Megan seems to love torturing me about it, making comment after comment as she loads her moving into the player. "She was really pretty." "Did you see her... vagina?" "I wonder if they have someone to shave them?"

I finish making dinner and bring Megan hers to eat on the couch, but she pauses the movie she's watching and stands up, heading back toward the table.

"You can eat on the couch if you want," I say, not wanting to interrupt her movie-watching.

"It's okay. I wanna eat with you," she says, and she comes to the table, sits down, and begins to eat.

"I'm really glad you decided to stay," I say, giving her a smile as I eat.

"Where else was I going to go?" She asks.

"Mmmm. I don't know. Your moms. One of your friends?"

"You want me to leave?" she asks.

"No! I just said I was happy you're here with me."

Megan blushes and nods. "Alright then. Drop it."

I smirk at her and put another bite of pasta in my mouth, chewing it slowly. I've made sausage and peppers with catatonia pasta, and it's good. It's really good. To my absolute shock, Megan voices her opinion as well. "Daddy, this is really good."

"I'm glad you like it," I say, smiling, and she stares at me for a long moment and then goes back to eating.

Once dinner is finished, Megan brings her plate to me at the sink, and then bends over, putting her elbows on the counter and staring at me.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Mmmm. I think I need to take a shower," She says.

"Save me some hot water," I say to her playfully.

"You can save the hot water if you come wash my hair again."

My cock instantly starts to swell in my pants, and I have to remind myself that it was perfectly fine, and there was nothing wrong with what we did. She was drunk, and she needed my help.

"You coming?" she asks expectantly.

I look up, alarmed. "No, I'm not... oh." My face burns red as I hurry to finish washing the dishes off and putting them in the dishwasher. "I'll be there in a minute," I say.

Megan giggles and hurries off, and a moment later, I head to the linen closet to get two towels for her, for when she's finished, so she doesn't have to walk around naked.

I go to the bathroom and find the door standing wide open. The shower is on, and I can already see the thick cloud of steam fogging up the mirror. Megan's clothes lay scattered about, as if she ripped them off as quickly as she could, and then left them where they landed. I pick them up quickly, folding her jeans shirt, and hoodie, placing her bra on top, and then her panties and socks. She glances back at me, water cascading down her perfect ass as she soaps herself up. I watch as her hand slides down her ass crack, her fingers soaping up her butt hole, and even pausing to slide back and forth around her pussy before she goes back to washing her tits.

I look away, embarrassed, and I notice the thick crust of whatever it is in the middle of her panties, starching them into a perfect mold of her pussy and lips.

"Daddy? Can you do my hair?" She asks.

"Oh, uh... sure," I say, grabbing the shampoo and standing at the edge of the shower's tub-like basin. I squirt some shampoo into my hands and then begin working it into her hair, pulling my fingers through it, and unraveling all the little knots and snags. I spray some water on her hair to wet it, work the soap in with my fingers, rinse it out, and repeat, the second session producing ten times the amount of suds and foam than the first.

"I love it when you wash my hair," Megan groans as I'm working the suds into her scalp for the second time. "It feels so damn good."

"I'm glad you like it," I say, smiling, as I continue to pay extra close attention to her scalp and the area around her ears. I notice a dark splotch then, right behind her left ear, and I pull her hair away to look at it.

"What are you doing?" Megan asks me, looking over her shoulder at me.

"Nothing," I say, my face turning red.

"Are you trying to look at my titties?"

"No," I say, but she blushes and then turns around, lifting her hands to comb them through her hair. She pulls her wet soapy hair forward and drapes it over her shoulders, dropping the soapy locks across her chest and her hard pert nipples.

"How do they look?" She asks, turning back and forth. "Did they turn out okay?"

I blush and turn away, a huge grin on my face. "Yeah. They turned out great," I say sheepishly.

"Sometimes I think they're too big... but then I remember guys like big boobs so... I guess they're worth it."

I nod, still smiling, and look to the side, trying to not stare at her breasts, or her smooth trim mound which is now missing the little trail of hair that led down to it. Megan sees me peeking and looks down.

"Oh yeah. I shaved it off. It was itching," she says, running her soapy hands down her abdomen, and then washing the suds off quickly. She reaches down again, pulls her mound up with one hand, and slides two fingers into her slit, pulling them up between her lips and spreading herself in the process. My eyes are transfixed on the movement, watching as her pussy parts with slippery eroticism, and then her lips slide back together. I see her clit peek out of the top of her slit now, and I can only assume it's swelling at its owner's touch.

"Daddy?" Megan asks.

I look up and fumble my words, turning around and grabbing one of the towels. "You - tell - shit - can't... see."

Megan giggles. "You can't see?"

"No," I say, shaking my head. "That's not-"

"It's just a pussy," Megan says, still laughing. "You've seen one before, haven't you." It's not a question and I just keep shaking my head embarrassedly. "Anyways, I need... you to look at something."

"What?" I ask.

"I've got a bump," she says. "Down here." She reaches down and I see her slide two fingers into her pussy, and she feels around for a moment and then pulls one of her lips out about an inch. "It's right there."

"Does it hurt?" I ask.

"No," She says. "But it's annoying. Sometimes I can feel it when I'm... doing stuff."

"Doing stuff?" I ask. "What kind of stuff?"

"What kind of stuff do you think?" Megan asks, her face turning red. "When I'm masturbating. You know? The thing you do when you're single and nobody else is around?"

I nod, my face burning redder and hotter.

"I... I'll look at it in a second," I say, lifting the towel up.

"Did you put conditioner in my hair?"

"No," I say.

"Can you?" she asks.

"Sure." I grab the conditioner, something I bought especially for when Megan came to visit and squeeze a huge glob of it into my hand. I put the bottle down and then divide the conditioner, and begin combing it through her hair, making it insanely slippery and smooth.

"Mmmm, Daddy, you have amazing hands," Megan says after a long moment, enjoying my attention and I know she likes the way I comb my fingers through her thick hair, sliding my fingernails along her scalp, over and over again.

"Thank you," I say, nodding. "You know, after so many years of doing woodworking and carpentry, you get a certain knack for how things feel. How to manipulate things. Make them better than they were before."

"You're trying to manipulate me?" Megan asks playfully.

"No. No, I'm not," I say.

"Well," Megan says, and she turns, and then she slips.

Before I can think of what I'm doing, I yank my hands back and down, whipping them around her hand grabbing tight. I pull her against me, crushing her back against my chest, until she can regain her footing.

"Holy crapola. Thanks, Daddy," Megan says softly, and then she slowly turns and looks up at me. "Daddy?"

"You good?" I ask.

"Yeah. You can... let go of my boobies now."

"Oh, sorry," I say, and instead of pulling my hands away, I slide them back, pulling her soft silky breasts to the sides, and letting my fingers trail over her nipples. She giggles, and spins around, her face blushing. "What?" I ask.

"Your hands. They're like sandpaper." She lets go of her breasts and gives them one last squeeze and I can see her nipples are hard points once again. "Okay, gimme the towel. I gotta get out."

I hand her the towel which she wraps around her chest, and then the other around her hair, and she walks out of the bathroom, leaving her clothes behind.

"Do you want me to wash your clothes?" I ask after her, but she's too far away to hear, and I have to go follow her. "Baby? Megan? Do you want me to..." I come into the guest room and she's laying on her back, her legs spread wide, her fingers playing with her pussy.

"Daddy. Come look at this."

"No, Megan I-"

"Daddy! I'm serious!" She says, and she focuses on me as if she's completely frustrated now.

"You can't have your mom-"

"Mom is not going to look at my cooter. She says if I need to go to the doctor, I need to go to the public health office and get a referral."

"Jesus Christ," I say, stepping forward.

"What? You want me to ask Chuck?"

"Jesus, God, no," I say, shaking my head.

"I thought so. Plus, he'd probably think I was hitting on him, and then try to fuck me."

"Disgusting," I say.

Megan smiles. "Right? Just thinking about him makes me want to throw up."

I sit down on the bed and wait, my hands firmly between my legs. Megan's arms absently squeeze her breasts together, over and over, as she gently opens her pussy down below, and slides her fingers back and forth, until she finds the offending lump.

"Right there," Megan says, pinching her lip and then hissing in pain. "Right there. Oh fuck. It burns."

"Alright, let me see," I say, and I lean over Megan's right knee, put my elbow between her thighs, and get close, peering at the spot she's still holding. I watch as she moves her fingers, sliding them around the lip, and pressing against the spot, but I don't see much. "Bend it this way," I say, angling my head to the side. "No. The other way. No, just... use your finger and-"

"Daddy. Just do it. It's okay. You can touch it. I'm not going to get pissed."

"Sorry," I say, sucking in a deep breath. "You know, it's just... people say, oh you should never... let someone touch you, but then, sometimes you need someone else to do it."

"Yeah, Duh. Stupid rule," Megan says.

I extend my right hand and then slide my elbow forward until I can touch her, and then reach forward with my left hand as well. I gently grab hold of both of her pussy lips and pull them outward, inspecting the right one quickly, running my fingers up and down the outer surface and my thumb along the inner. Her pussy lips are warm and slippery, and when I stretch it out and let go, it springs back to its original shape and sits open invitingly.

"Other lip Daddy," Megan says softly.

"I know," I say. "I was just checking that one first. I don't see anything wrong with it." Megan nods and then grabs the pillow under her head, smashing it under her neck so she can watch what I'm doing.

I gently smooth my fingers along the outer surface of her left lip, and then when I run my thumb along the inner side, Megan groans and I can feel the little bump underneath the skin. I try to not pinch it too hard, and I roll my thumb over and around it, trying to estimate the size and depth, and then nod. "I'll go get a needle."

"No!" Megan yelps, and she pulls away from me. "What the hell?"

"It's a cyst," I say, giving Megan a knowing look. "It's not hard, so I know it's fluid-filled. It's either just a gland that's plugged or an ingrown hair."

"I don't have hairs on my inner coochie lips," Megan says quickly.

"Then it's probably just liquid in there. I promise it'll be quick. I'll lance it, squeeze all the stuff out of it, and it'll be better in no time flat."

"Are you sure?" Megan asks.

"I'm sure," I say, and I hurry into the kitchen to grab the things I need. I come back quickly with a variety of items and set them on the bed next to Megan and she quickly looks over them.

"What's the honey for?" She asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"It helps healing. It's sterile, anti-bacterial, anti-viral. A little dab-al-do-ya," I say smiling.

"And the alcohol?" Megan asks.

"Sterilization. The cyst. Once it's popped, I use that to make sure everything is cleaned out, and then I'll put honey on it. It'll be fine."

"Daddy... If my... coochie gets infected..."

"It won't," I say quickly. "I've done this to myself before."

"When?" Megan asks.

"I have a bump... on my nuts... I was an ingrown hair."

"Oh. What did you do?"

"Well... it was gross," I say softly. "I had to sit there with the needle and dig the hair out. It was like... ten inches long."

"Oh my god," Megan groans and she looks at the ceiling. "Okay, if it's an ingrown hair, just pull it out. Don't tell me, just do it."

"Alright. You ready?" I ask, leaning back over and taking my place between her thighs.

"I'm ready," Megan says.

"Alright. So... We're going to start off with just a gentle prick," I say, and I slide the tip of the needle across the spot where the bump is while pressing on it from the opposite side. When I don't feel a pore or an indentation, I continue rubbing the spot gently, and when I look at Megan, she's gritting her teeth, but still watching.

"Still okay?" I ask.

"Mmmm-hmmm," Megan says, not opening her mouth to speak.

"Okay. I don't feel the pore or anything so, I'm just going to stick it. You ready?"

"Yes," Megan says quickly.

"Alright." I slide her lip over the nail of my thumb, holding the top of the lip stretched out over my pointer finger and Megan gasps. "Just a few more seconds," I say, lining up the needle. Without saying a word, I poke the spot with the needle and a tiny bit of clear liquid gushes out, I grab the paper towel and dab her lip, soaking it up.

"There we go," I say, squeezing her lip between two paper towels, until I'm sure there's nothing left, and then I dab some of the alcohol on one of the paper towels and gently press it against the inside surface of her lip.

"Oh, it burns," Megan groans, and I hold it there, gently massaging the lip underneath the paper towel, working the alcohol into the pore, before letting go. I grab a fresh paper towel and wipe her pussy down from top to bottom, making sure she's completely dry, and then grab the bottle of honey.

"You want a lot or a little?" I ask.

"I don't know," Megan says. "I'm not eating it."

"No," I say, giving Megan a wry smile. "But, if you're just going to lay here until you go to sleep, I'll put extra on it. It'll be fine like that and you can wipe the excess off in the morning. If you want to put your panties on and sleep in them, then I won't put a lot on because it'll just make it sticky."