***** Writer's Note: Enjoy!
CAPTAIN JACK GRANT NAVAL AVIATOR
Another night of summer gone.
She stretched in the morning sun, warm all over with a blush that covered her face, breasts, and tummy, as she kicked the covers back. She was almost smoothe as a baby down there with just the first hint of what her dad called "peach fuzz."
The sun cut across the bed in small diagonal stripes of morning gold. Her supple young body was lit as she slowly opened her legs, keeping the sock covered feet together. Her hand cupped her sex modestly. Then, not so modestly, one finger and finally another slipped into her own warmth and wetness. She moaned a young woman's moan as she let her fingers slip deeper in a game that she was sure she had just invented. She knew enough to know if it felt good she probably shouldn't tell her dad what she had discovered. If there was one thing the Sisters at the Academy drilled into their young charges, it was a belief.
If it feels this good, it's gotta be wrong!.
That meant she probably should tell MacKenzie. That thought made her smile.
Yeah, I should definitely tell, MacKenzie!
As her fingers entered and withdrew she heard a wet kiss like sound. Her back arched up off the bed at that simple thought as the tried to find a feeling that she had never had, like something she knew was possible but couldn't identify. She was lost in trying to identify what she needed as her finger teased her now soaking little pussy and her palm cupped over her mound.
She raised her head, looking down across her tummy seeing the raised mound of her sex. She could even see the small hooded button that she teased. When she lifted her hips and squeezed her bottom, it pushed her mound up into a pout with the little hood disclosing its small treasure. Each time she did that it made her a little more wet.
I don't have to even touch it, just moving my hips like this squeezes it so good!
She took her hand from her pussy and brought it to her lips, tasting herself. "hmmmm", salty and something else. She was on fire! A blush covered her and she could not keep her hips from moving against the sheets.
God, is this how he felt in the dark, before he shot all over my hand?
She turned her head and looked at the wall. The proof of her father's late night visit was all over it.
It's still there, so, it wasn't a dream. He was really here! We really did that.
Secret doings are powerful things. And, the alchemy was already changing the little alchemist.
Breakfast was quiet. That was unusual. Nikki was usually bubbly during breakfast.
Jack thought it was probably just his guilt. It seemed strange that Nikki wasn't asking for lunch money or talking about classes. Then he remembered.
It's the first week of summer. She doesn't have classes anymore. She graduated. Jesus, she is growing up fast!
"Got to go!" Jack grabbed his keys from the table and kissed his daughter goodbye. "Be good!"
Nikki walked him to the door, stopping him just long enough to make sure his tie was straight. As he opened the door, he heard a screech of tires and a small red mini Cooper 'drifted' into the entrance to the driveway and slid into place behind his Jeep.
"Morning, MacKenzie," he said passing her as she literally exploded from the small car.
"Morning, Uncle Jack," she almost laughed and stopped him just long enough to adjust the tie again, fiddling with the knot. "You get to work. You and my dad need to earn lots more money, 'cause Nikki and I are gonna be spendin' it. We wanna be stylin', shoppin' till we drop."
He cocked an eye at her. It was the 'evil-eye' of a father thinking of spending an as yet unknown amount of money on 'clothes' for his daughter.
Holding him captive with the tie, she looked him straight in the eye, the evil-eye. Undeterred by its fearsome power, she went on,. "Uncle Jack, you and my dad sentenced us to the fashion hell of a Catholic Girls School for four years. Your only expenses were for 'school uniforms.' Upon graduation, Nicole and I were freed from our bondage; we're now officially young women. And no one thinks school uniforms are sexy."
Jack's eyes twinkled, betraying his thoughts.
I kinda think school uniforms are sexy!
Impishly, MacKenzie gave the tie a quick jerk. "Except maybe, middle-aged guys with school-girl fantasies and dirty old perverts."
Ouch!
Batting her eyelashes, she smiled innocently. "If you and my daddy ever want your two exceptionally wonderful daughters to have a chance at normal lives-- boyfriends or possibly even husbands--you're simply gonna have to fork over some of that hard-earned cash. If we're gonna rock, we gotta look good and that equals sportin' some new threads!"
Mac's image of those two girls 'rockin' and 'sportin' immediately sent Jack's blood pressure soaring. Adrenalin dumped into his system, and his stomach twisted in knots.
Nope! Nope! Not gonna happen! No way!
He scowled, shifting from the 'evil eye' to the standard look of parental disapproval; but, Mac was having none of it. She was on him faster than a speeding ticket. Taking his head in her hands, she turned it to face Nikki.
"Just look at that. The poor little thing looks like a poster child for Fashion Retards-R-US."
Right on cue Nikki let her shoulders slouch a bit, offered him a feeble little smile, and topped off her pose with pathetic puppy-dog eyes. To her credit, she almost managed to look plain.
"Jesus, girls. MacKenzie, if you will quit talking like a hip-hop rapper, and if you," he pointed at Nikki, "will quit trying to look like a bag lady, I will consider it."
Happy with Nikki's performance, Mac continued her spiel, "Really, Uncle Jack, I think even she could get a date if she just had some decent clothes." She still held his tie prisoner. "Listen, we're going to college this fall and we're not going in sweatpants and tartan skirts." She tugged on the tie to get his attention again, "Got it?"
She thought for a second.
Maybe this will work.
Her voice softened, she was clearly concerned for him, "Jack, if you ever want to have a sex life again, you have to get us some clothes so we can go out and find some young men. If you ever hope to bring a date back to your home, you need for us to not be there. Good dads can't get laid when their daughters are in the house. It's icky!"
Jack could feel their concern like a physical force in the universe, pushing him to make the right decision. He raised his hands. "I surrender. That's way too much information. Your dad and I will make as much money today as we can. Deal?" Jack held out his hand.
MacKenzie took it and shook it. "Deal." Before she released his hand, she reached out with her other palm up and wiggled her fingers.
"What?"
"We need an advance on our allowances!"
"You don't get allowances."
"That is why we need an ADVANCE on our allowances." The hand was still out.
"You want me to come along?"
You know, you could probably use a man's opinion of what you're trying on.
MacKenzie laughed out loud.
In your dreams!
No a credit card will do fine, it not like you are gonna get to watch us try stuff on, Uncle Jack.
Jack Grant placed the American Express Card in MacKenzie's hot little hand. She smiled. "You going to let go of the card, Uncle Jack?"
"Yeah, sorry."
Nikki stepped up next to them, snatching the card out of a surprised MacKenzie's hand. "We're rich!"
As Jack pulled away, he glanced into the rear-view mirror. He saw them watching him as he left the driveway, and smiled as he saw Nikki lean over to whisper something in MacKenzie's ear. Mac's reaction was instantaneous; she slapped her hand over her mouth, then burst out laughing. It seemed to take forever before both girls turned their heads back towards the receding Jeep.
Jack found himself vaguely uncomfortable.
Jeez, what was that all about? More importantly, what are those two up to?
Once at work, he spent most of the morning wasting time as he thought about the previous night in Nikki's bedroom.
What's wrong with me? I'm a lawyer, but that isn't an excuse for lacking a moral compass
He resolved never to do anything like that again with Nikki. He got at least half a day's work done before he realized it was quitting time.
His cell phone started playing "Oops, I did it again," Nikki, she had somehow programmed the tone into the phone. Jack didn't know how to remove it. He secretly liked that song anyway, and he suspected she knew that. It was kind of a joke about his musical tastes. Or, as she always told him, 'his lack of musical tastes'.
"Hey, I know you don't need me to pick you up from school, so?" he paused.
"Daddy, we need a ride. We are at the Mall."
"We?"
"Yeah, we, " she giggled.
"Five minutes, I was just leaving anyway.
He found them at the Main entrance to The Mall. Nikki hopped in.
"Do you need a ride, too, Mac?
"No, I'm sure daddy won't forget to pick me up on the way home from Hooters." She rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Where is the Cooper, getting brakes replaced again?" Jacks sarcasm was dripping so MacKenzie could not possibly miss it.
MacKenzie leaned into the open door of the Jeep and pointed. "Uncle Jack, there are two pedals. One makes it go fast. The other makes it slow down. Both together make it interesting. You should play Grand Theft Auto 5 sometime. How I drive is called 'drifting'!"
