Find the previous part here:
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-kane-family-chronicles-ch-01
*****
Chapter Two: Promises, Promises
Tabitha tossed her phone onto the dining room table carelessly, drummed at the wooden surface with her fingertips and sighed heavily. Her dark reflection frowned up at her from the unlit screen of the device and she spun it further away so she wouldn't have to look at herself. 'Six days,' she thought and sighed again.
It had been six days since she had gotten into bed with her dad and she was caught between boredom and sexual frustration, which was never a good place to be. Her mom had come home early the next day and her dad was already out of bed when she woke up from her nightmares. The foul mood had hung like a black cloud over the last few days, but now it had faded into a generally glum fog of grey malaise leaving jealousy and desperation squatting like miserable, old toads at the back of her consciousness, croaking out their cranky irritations over the gloom. She picked up her phone, went through her quick routine of checking Facebook and emails and a few favorite websites for what felt like the thousandth time, then tossed it back to the table again in disgust.
Her pussy was aching from the lack of contact and she squeezed her thighs together and clenched her internal muscles hard, trying to make it calm down. Sure, Brian hadn't been much of a lover, but her needy parts had become used to a certain amount of playtime and it was difficult to suddenly be without that regular touch. Personal resolve had melted away after four days and the orgasm she fingered out in the shower had helped a little bit, but it was nothing like what she had felt with her dad. Her little fingers couldn't stretch her tender hole open and fill her up to the bottom the way his thick manhood did. It just wasn't good enough by herself, and she knew she had to figure out a way to get him alone again.
"Hey, Tabby-cat," her dad's baritone voice thrilled her ears as he came walking into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator. He rummaged about for few moments, then brought a small armload of sandwich making materials over to the island of cabinets that separated the two rooms. "Hungry?"
"No, thanks, daddy." She smiled brightly at him and closely watched his every handsome move. She really liked the way he looked dressed in simple clothes like the stone-washed blue jeans and cobalt polo shirt he was wearing today and she openly admired his lean physique, recalling the feel of his weight on top of her. "Where's mom?"
Glen shrugged as he placed slices of turkey and Swiss cheese onto some bread he had laid out on a plate. "At work, I'd assume. I managed to weasel out an hour early today because I didn't get a lunch break." He cracked a crisp leaf off a head of dark green lettuce and laid it on top before squeezing on some blobs of mayonnaise and closing it up with the top piece of bread. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing much," she sighed, put her phone in her pocket and got up to move around the island so she could give her dad a hug. "Just bored and missing you."
"Awww," he smiled and opened his arms to hug her back. "I missed you, too, sweetheart. It was a long day at work today. Way too many meetings."
"No," she drew a line down his chest towards his belt and pouted up at him, "I mean, I've really been missing you." She slid her hand down over the front of his jeans and gently caressed his bulge. "I'm ready for my next lesson, daddy," she purred as she looked up at him provocatively.
He flinched and pulled his sandwich back from his mouth, the surface of the bread still dented by teeth-marks. "Whoa, Tab. I wasn't ready for that." He looked out of the windows, glanced at his watch, then at his food. "Let me eat quick, then we'll see what we can do before your mother gets home. I'm really hungry," he pleaded.
"Okay, I guess," she huffed and leaned back against the counter with her arms crossed. "It's not fair! You spend all your time with mom!"
"She is my wife," he said around a mouthful, "it would be weird if I didn't."
"Yeah, but you don't even try to find time to be with me." She pressed her hands to the juncture of her thighs, and whined, "I need some attention, too."
He swallowed, then leaned over to kiss her cheek, "sorry, honey, but we've got to be careful. Your mother would probably divorce me for having an affair, but I think she might actually kill me because it's with one of our daughters. Even if she didn't, I'm pretty sure incest is illegal and I'm not interested in prison time, thank you very much."
She idly scuffed at the floor with the toe of her shoe. "I don't want to get you into any trouble and I certainly don't want to split up you and mom." She looked at her dad hopefully, "I don't suppose she'd be willing to just share? I mean, it's not like you'd be out all hours running around with strange women or anything. Just...you know...when she's not here, or when she's too tired to take care of you, maybe I could have a turn. If she's not going to play with her toy, then why can't I have a little fun? She is your wife, so I don't mind being your second. Your," her lips twitched into a wry grin, "concubine."
"My what?" He paused in returning the sandwich ingredients to their homes and looked at her strangely, "are you alright?"
"Nothing, daddy. Never mind." She waved the subject away with an annoyed gesture. "I'm just being stupid."
"You're not stupid, Tab," he took another bite, then stroked her shoulder, "you're just lonely. I understand. You spent a lot of time with Brian and now you don't have someone to hang out with." He carried the last few items to the fridge and came back to stand next to her. "I promise, I'll try to make more time for you. Okay?"
"Promise," she asked with her best little girl voice as she fingered the buttons on her thin, pink shirt, "really?"
"Yes, I promise. Really."
She undid a couple of the buttons and stroked at the edge of her cream-colored bra. Brian hadn't really liked oral sex for some reason, giving or getting it, and ever since tasting her dad's cum the other night, she had become more than a little curious to find out about what it was like. "Are you almost finished eating, daddy?" Her other hand reached down to lewdly cup and rub at the crotch of her denim shorts, "would you like some dessert?"
He set his half-eaten sandwich down and smirked, "oh, my." He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her to grab her plump ass cheeks with both hands, pressing his firm body to her nubile softness. "That sounds yummy," he said, kissing his way down her neck and across her chest. His probing fingers crept along her bottom, under the leg of her shorts, past the elastic edge of her panties, and into her drooling cunt, then he brought them up to his mouth to lick her juices off slowly. "Oh, yes," he proclaimed, "very yummy."
She opened his zipper and reached in to pull his heavy manhood out, its engorged thickness swelling rapidly in her hand. "God, I've missed this," she breathed huskily, tugging at his erection. It flexed and pulsated as she wrapped her fingers around its smooth stiffness and she cooed happily.
"Get those off," he ordered, pointing at her bottoms, "and hop up on the counter. I want to taste you more."
She giggled and unsnapped her shorts, then tugged the zipper down revealing the tiny beige bow at the front of her satin panties. Her neglected pussy felt puffy, wet and eager to be touched as she started to peel the fabrics down over her wide hips.
"Honey, I'm home!" Her mom's voice called from the front door.
