Author: Amour
Title: Let's Swap Daughters
Summary: Exchanging daughters for the weekend sounded like
a great idea, but as these two families discovered, even
well-crafted schemes may produce unintended consequences.
Keywords: Mf, ff, nc, tickle, sleep, shave, spank, 1st,
anal, inc.
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Adults Only! Distribution to minors prohibited.
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Copyright (c) 2015 by Amour
All rights reserved. No part of this story may be
reproduced in any form without the previous written
permission of the author.
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All characters and situations in this story are
fictitious.
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Let's Swap Daughters
By Amour
Chapter 1
The two girls climbed out of the swimming pool and
sat down on beach blankets, their lithe figures glistened
with drops of water. They made a striking pair, Rachel and
Chloe; one blonde, the other brunette, both of them strong
but feminine, free spirited, full of laughter, blossoming
and growing and ripening like succulent peaches warmed
beneath the afternoon sun. Today the fifteen-year-olds
were spending some time with their fathers, like they had
on so many other occasions since school let out for summer
vacation.
Samuel Moran and Hunter Hampton sat nearby on lawn
chairs. They watched over the girls like two security
guards. The men had been finding more excuses to be
involved in their daughters' lives this summer, foregoing
the golf matches and long work hours, opting instead to
become increasingly involved in the girls' lives, relating
to them more like friends than as fathers; a development
that had not passed unnoticed by their wives.
The smaller blonde girl, Rachel, was prettier, at
least that was the opinion of her mother, Eva Moran, but
of course any mother would believe that about her own
daughter. Chloe just seemed kind of brash and carnal,
taking after her father, always insisting on having her
own way, which was a significant contrast to Rachel who
was more reserved and polite. It might seem odd that such
different girls would be constant companions, but it was
no stranger than these two families being linked together
by common interests. Like so many things in this small
town of Fleurton, it all began a long time ago.
Eva Moran and Marta Hampton had grown up and gone to
school together, but they hadn't become friends until
after they had married. That was when Marta's husband,
Hunter, had signed on as a major client at Samuel's
accounting firm. Now the two women suddenly had a great
deal in common; a mutual financial interest, church
affiliation, and of course their teenage daughters.
Consequently, it was only natural that the families would
spend time together in a social setting, but still, Eva
felt a nagging unease over Chloe's borderline behavior
with Hunter and how it might be influencing Rachel to push
the limits of propriety with her own father.
Eva cringed at the way Rachel was delighting in the
seemingly innocent titillation that her father was
providing abundance. The exact same thing was going on
between Hunter and Chloe but to an even greater extent,
which did give the behavior an air of legitimacy, however,
it still seemed like somewhere a line had been crossed.
There were all those jokes with double meanings, the
tickling, the hugs, and back-rubs, and what about sitting
on their father's laps? You'd think that properly raised
ninth grade girls would know better, but not these two, or
their fathers either for that matter. Despite these
disturbing circumstances there were some benefits to this
arrangement. Visiting the Hampton's on Saturday afternoon
was a refreshing a break in the family's weekly routine.
Rachel enjoyed spending the day with Chloe and Samuel was
always ready to assume the duty of supervising the girls
around the pool, and more to the point; days like this
were a fine way to keep Rachel off the street while at the
same time diverting her father away from those cocktail
lounge tramps at the golf course.
"We really appreciate you and Hunter having us over
on Saturday afternoons." Eva stirred a bowl of potato
salad while looking through the kitchen window at the
swimming pool in the back yard.
Marta smiled, "Oh don't think anything of it, your
family is a part of our family now, and you know Chloe
looks forward to seeing Rachel so much."
"Rachel feels the same way, and I do think the both
of them are enjoying all the extra attention from their
fathers too. It used to be that nothing short of an
emergency would keep Samuel away from his weekly round of
golf, but now he wouldn't think of missing a chance to
spend the day with his daughter."
"You know, Hunter has been showing the same kind of
interest in Chloe," Marta said, turning away from Eva. "I
guess we should be grateful, lots of fathers don't get
involved until it's too late."
"I suppose you're right, but do you think it's
possible that our husbands might be getting a little too
chummy with the girls? It's gotten to the point where they
are acting more like their boyfriends. I'm afraid they'll
lose all authority over them."
"You're over-thinking this Eva, there's nothing at
all to worry about, the girls are having a wonderful
summer and the only thing you and I have to do is to let
this phase play itself out. We should be grateful. Believe
me, they'll outgrow the infatuation with their fathers
soon enough, probably about time they go back to school in
September, then they'll be fixating on boys their own age
and we'll have an entirely new set of problems to deal
with, like worrying about their coming home from school
pregnant."
"You're probably right, I do tend to see bad outcomes
everywhere and I know I'm over-protective - I just want
Rachel to have a good life."
"She's a smart girl Eva. I know she can take care of
herself."
"Chloe is a great girl too, you and Hunter should be
proud of her. Hum, I wonder why we never did anything
together back when we were in school. I guess our circle
of friends just didn't overlap. Did you date many guys
before you met Hunter?"
Marta's face tightened. "Why don't you go down to the
pool and see how Rachel and Chloe are doing? I'll bring
out lunch in a little while."
"Well okay, but I feel like I should be helping. Let
me know if you need anything."
Eva walked down the curving rock stairway to the
pool, wondering about Marta and Hunter. Their life
together seemed perfect in some ways and peculiar in
others. Hunter was dominating the car business in
Fleurton; their daughter was doing reasonably well in
school; they owned a beautiful house and Marta had the
financial freedom to volunteer at community groups and
pursue her hobbies. All of that was fine, but on a deeper
level something didn't feel right about their life
together. Beneath the veneer of affluence something was
missing. It was curious they way they never showed the
slightest verbal or physical affection for each other, the
spiritual connection that is unique to the married
relationship was absent; Martha and Hunter appeared to be
moving through their lives more as if they were roommates,
instead of husband and wife.
Eva put on a pair of sunglasses and sat down under
the shade of an umbrella that was just a short distance
away from where the girls were sun bathing by the edge
pool. "Hey Mom," Rachel called out while sitting up on her
blanket, "why don't you go for a swim? The water feels so
good." Rachel held her hand up to her forehead to shield
her eyes from the sun. "Not now Rachel, we'll be having
lunch in a little while, maybe later." Rachel lay back
down. Her mom never did anything just for fun, she was
always too busy being a good mother, or she was too tired,
or worse, she had a headache. If that's what it was like
to get old then what would be the point of living that
long?
"Dad, I feel like I'm getting sunburned," Chloe said.
"Would you put some sunscreen on my back?" As usual it was
impossible for Chloe to go for more than a few minutes
without being the center of attention. Hunter Hampton sat
down on the pool deck next to his daughter and waited as
the young girl wiggled into position on her stomach. The
back of her bathing suit was wedged between the cheeks of
her bottom and her legs were parted to a degree that that
was beyond what good taste would dictate. Hunter took hold
of the bottle of sunscreen, squeezing out a white line
across Chloe's back, releasing the clasp on her bikini top
and letting the straps fall loosely at her side. Chloe
smiled and squirmed on the beach blanket, tapping her
heels in the air while pressing her hips down on the pool
deck. The gesture was less than modest, but Chloe was like
that, and Rachel was imitating her more and more every
day. Chloe turned her head and looked over her shoulder.
"That feels good Dad, but don't forget to do my front side
too, okay?"
Hunter grabbed Chloe's hip and rolled her onto her
back. The teenager clutched the unhooked bikini top to
cover her breasts as her father went to work rubbing the
sunscreen over her upper chest and cleavage and then down
her stomach to the point where his fingertips brushed
beneath the bikini's elastic waistband. Eva watched the
interaction between Chloe and her father, believing in her
heart that they had crossed the threshold of decency, but
she didn't dare say anything for fear of offending Marta
or even worse, embarrassing Rachel.
"Thanks Dad, but you still have to do my legs," Chloe
said. She lifted up her feet and kicked them in the air
until Hunter took hold of her legs and moved her knees
apart, presumably so that he could apply the sunscreen to
the inside of her thighs, and that in itself didn't seem
especially unusual considering how this summer was
progressing, but still, he was a grown man, her father,
and he was spreading her legs and gazing upon her in the
presence of family friends. The scene had become dreamlike
with the Chloe squirming and giggling and blinking her
eyes, her mouth dropping open in a startled gasp, his
hairy back hunching over her. Eva wanted to say something
but her mouth wouldn't move, she could only watch and
shudder, and then she saw Samuel, her own husband,
watching Chloe, staring at her with an interest that was
clearly more than casual.
Rachel Moran glanced over her shoulder at her
parents. She felt left out, or ignored, which was how she
always felt when Chloe had everyone's attention. Why
hadn't her dad offered to put sunscreen on her the way Mr.
Hampton had done with Chloe? Rachel frowned; her dad
couldn't see a good idea when it was sitting right in
front of him. Didn't he care if her skin got burned? She
had a mind to just blurt out an order that he should stop
wasting time get down off that chair and put some
sunscreen on her shoulders, but instead she waited for him
to take the initiative and make the offer because that's
what guys were supposed to do, but then it was too late,
the opportunity had escaped like a child's balloon
floating over the tree tops, and Rachel regretted holding
back because now she was stuck; it would be too awkward to
say "no" to a friend of the family.
"Now it's your turn Rachel," Hunter said. "Lie down
and I'll put some sunscreen on you too."
"Well how considerate of you ask, Mr. Hampton,"
Rachel said, rolling her eyes at her father.
She lay on her stomach, motionless, as Hunter
released the bikini top from where it had been clasped
between her shoulder blades. If she had only been
assertive enough to speak up, there was no doubt her own
dad would have been happy to do it, but once again she had
hesitated and now the time had passed. Sometimes Rachel
wished that she was more like Chloe, aggressively going
after anything she wanted and not worrying about what
other people thought about it. Sure, Chloe often needed to
ask for help with her homework, but it might be worth
giving up some brains in exchange for her confidence.
Wasn't that what life was all about? People take what they
want and avoid what they don't want. It's the weak-minded
people who let themselves be pushed around and that is
exactly what she had allowed to happen at this very
moment; it had to stop; if her dad wouldn't be strong for
her then she would be the strength for both of them, she
just had to figure out how to make it happen.
Samuel watched Hunter's hands applying the sunscreen
over his daughter's back. The last time Samuel had touched
his daughter like that had been several years ago. It was
something he missed from when she was younger. He wanted
to be the one, he should have been and he was just getting
ready to speak but he dreaded the inevitable scowl of
disapproval from his wife so he had vacillated until it
was too late and now he had to sit here and watch, living
with the failure to act and feeling like a coward for
having let another man assume a role with Rachel that
should be his alone. Rachel flinched when Hunter's finger
passed barely beneath the bikini waistband, sliding
through the crevice between her cheeks. Samuel saw it but
he wouldn't let himself think about it; he admired his
daughter, he thought of her as a sweet girl with a
cheerful personality who always looked for something good
in other people, and she was pretty too, with her blonde
hair, shapely little breasts and slender waistline. He
should be the one applying the sunscreen and not some
business associate and especially not Hunter Hampton. It
just wasn't right. Samuel despised himself for letting her
down, and there was something else bothering him too; the
sight her being touched and fondled by another man was
disturbing, it blasted him like a rush of heat from an
oven, inflaming an emotion that refused to reconcile with
the role he played in her life.
Hunter rolled Rachel onto her back, and then he
pulled her knees up and apart and applied the sunscreen
over the inside of her thighs, his hand bumping across the
crotch of her bikini. Rachel grabbed the edge of the beach
towel, turning her head toward her father, using her eyes
to reach out for him in a way that made Samuel feel as if
she had taken him by the hand and was pulling him out of
the chair, but that feeling was soon displaced by
something more impious when Rachel squirmed to the side
and accidentally caused the unfastened bikini top to slip
away from her breast, momentarily revealing a single
cherry-red nipple; he looked at her and she looked at him
and he saw how much she had grown and she saw something in
him that hadn't been there before and she wasn't sure what
it was but it made her curious and fearful all at once and
she couldn't turn away from it.
Eva observed the events that were taking place but
didn't say a word. She was certain that things wouldn't
get out of hand as long as Samuel was here to supervise
what was happening, and anyway, a little unsolicited
manhandling might be a good preparation for what Rachel
would undoubtedly encounter when she went away to college
and had to fend for herself, but you'd think her father
would at least take offense and do something instead of
sitting there and ogling at her. Men, sometimes it's hard
to figure what they're good for. The fathers nowadays
weren't any different than they had been forty years ago.
"I think you've put on enough sunscreen Mr. Hampton,"
Rachel said.
"Just relax, I'm not done yet," Hunter replied,
sounding perturbed.
Chloe got up on her knees and shoved Hunter back.
"Dad, listen to what Rachel says, she's had enough." Mr.
Hampton's eyebrows pinched together as he stared at Chloe
and then at Eva and Samuel, his lip twitched when he tried
to smile.
Rachel took advantage of the distraction and sprang
up from the pool deck, stepping away from him. The bikini
top briefly fell away from her chest but she quickly
covered herself and pulled the straps around her back to
fasten it again. She looked stronger at that moment than
Samuel had ever noticed before, and attractive too, with
her sparkling blue eyes and the silhouette of her nipples
showing through the bikini, and then there was that
rounded crease where the fabric passed between her legs;
she looked so womanly and feminine and he couldn't help
but admire her many fine qualities, He found it difficult
to pull his eyes away from her, but when he finally did
look up he found that she had caught him staring at her
for the second time in just the last few minutes.
"Dad, when are we going to have lunch?" Rachel asked.
"Whenever Mrs. Hampton brings it to us, we'll just
have to be patient and wait."
"You need to be patient, Rachel," her mother added,
"lunch probably won't be ready for another half hour at
least, so why don't you go and find some way to keep
yourself busy for a while." Chloe stepped behind Rachel
and grabbed her by the ribs. "Good, in that case I've got
plenty of time to tickle Rachel," Chloe said with a laugh.
"Noooo," Rachel cried out, spinning herself around, trying
to tickle Chloe back and get away at the same time. The
two girls struggled playfully and then stumbled and fell
down on the pool deck, writhing together with legs kicking
and voices giggling, digging their fingertips into each
other's ribs.
"DAAAAD, tell her to stop," Rachel pleaded.
"I think you should handle this yourself Rachel. You
need to learn how to rely on your own resources when you
get into a difficult situation."
"NOOOO, NOOOO, I want you to save me DAAADY." The two
fifteen-year-olds wrestled on the beach blankets with
flailing arms and squealing voices, their shapely legs
spreading apart beneath their fathers' attentive gaze.
Chloe eventually managed to subdue Rachel by sitting on
top of her and holding her down on the pool deck, tickling
her ribs without mercy, but then Rachel made a powerful
upward hip thrust and sent a surprised Chloe rolling off
to the side.
Hunter Hampton stepped over to where Chloe and Rachel
were wrestling. "Let's teach these girls a lesson."
"What do you mean?" Samuel said.
"Watch me, you might learn something."
Hunter got down on his hands and knees, grabbing
Chloe, tickling her and taking control of her as if she
was a rag doll. He was a far more formidable opponent than
Rachel and as a result Chloe could only shriek in protest
as he held her down and needled her rib-cage with his
fingers. She moved her body like a snake, writhing and
trying to slip away, legs opening to reveal the bikini
scrunched up between the round cheeks of her bottom. Then
things stated to escalate. Hunter lay down and held his
chest on top her, trapping her on the pool deck with one
hand behind her neck, one leg over her thigh, pinning her
down while the other hand was tickling, tickling, and
tickling her squirming body. "DAAADY, stop it, you're
driving me insane." Chloe was completely helpless and
immobile except for the way that she used her hips to push
back, bucking and thrusting upward against his leg; she
slowly moved her knees apart until her legs were spread
wide open beneath his thigh. "You must stop Daddy. You
know tickling makes me crazy." Chloe cooed her smooth
words into her father's ear while pushing up against his
leg in a movement that seemed unsuitable for a fifteen-
year-old. It was a sight that enchanted Samuel; he had
previously noticed the subtle hints that gave glimpses
into the young girl's seemingly wanton nature, but never
to this extent, and now he couldn't help wondering what it
would be like to be alone with his daughter's little
friend. Would she be as permissive with him as she was
with her father?
Rachel's skin began to tingle when she saw how her
father was staring at Chloe. How was it that Chloe always
found a way to get the guys interested in her? It just
wasn't fair, there had to be some way to compete. Rachel
sat cross-legged on the blanket and looked up at her dad
with an impish smile. Without speaking she tried to make
it clear that the moment had arrived for him to pay
attention to her. She wanted to make it obvious that she
expected some quality time with him right now. She stared
into his eyes and waited, and to her astonishment this
time he came into action, holding her gaze as he got out
of the chair, sitting down on the blanket and cozying up
to her.
"Oh my goodness Daddy, have you come all the way down
from your throne to be with a common person like me?"
Rachel giggled as he reached for her.
"I've come to tickle my little girl," he said.
"DAAAA DEEEE," Rachel howled at the first touch his
fingertips on her rib cage.
She laughed hysterically and feigned resistance while
his hands roamed over her body, tickling her ribs,
stomach, and thighs, trespassing in places where a
father's fingers would normally never go. She arched her
back and squealed, squirming and twisting as he regarded
her breasts, remembering her nipple, sliding his hand
along the inside of her thigh, indulging in a diversion
that until now had only been a dream. Rachel thought it
was crazy and fun, and it was about time, her father
hadn't roughhoused with her like this since she couldn't
remember when, it had been several years at least, back
before she began developing. She tickled him back and
wrestled with him, arms and legs entangling, bodies
bumping and rubbing, and then in the midst of all the
excitement Rachel inadvertently pushed her hand against
the front of his swimsuit, and when she realized what had
happened she immediately pulled her hand away. How
embarrassing; it was lucky that he hadn't noticed, but
even so, there was something that she couldn't ignore, she
had never associated such a thing with her dad before now
and while it had only lasted for a moment it had been long
enough to make a lasting impression. The thought of it
took over her mind; when her hand touched her father's
swim trunks she had found that he was bulging and hard
down there.
"Alright everybody, it's time for lunch," Marta said
as she walked down the steps from the house carrying two
picnic baskets full of food. Eva was grateful for the
interruption because it would finally bring an end to all
this unnecessary frolicking with the girls. Samuel and
Rachel had never acted like this before and Eva would see
to it that they never did again, but she also wondered if
this kind of behavior was the norm for Hunter and Chloe
when they were home alone, and Eva began to question why
it was that Marta didn't show even the least bit of alarm
over Hunter's excessively forward manner with their
daughter.
Chloe pushed away from her father. "Yum, I'm starving
Mom, but can we go for a swim first? We're all sweaty from
being in the sun."
"Alright, but I'm hungry too, so don't be too long,"
Marta replied.
The girls stood up, leaving their fathers on the
beach blankets. Rachel adjusted her bikini top squarely
over her breasts and then walked the few feet to the side
of the pool where she sat down and kicked her feet in the
water. Chloe joined her a moment later and whispered
something in her ear before they both slipped over the
edge and into the water, disappearing below the surface
for about thirty seconds before suddenly bursting up with
a splash and laughter as they scooped handfuls of water
onto their unsuspecting fathers.
"Are you guys going to come swimming with us or not?"
Chloe called out.
"Yeah, what's the matter?" Rachel added, "Are you
embarrassed because we're better swimmers?"
"We'll see about that," Samuel said, wiping the water
from his face.
"I bet you can't catch us," Rachel taunted as she
paddled backward into deeper water.
Hunter went over to the far end of the pool and stood
on the end of the diving board. "Let's see who gets caught
first," he yelled.
Hunter was a barrel-chested man with clumps of curly
hair covering his chest and back. He bounced on the end of
the springboard a couple times before launching himself
into a clumsy aerial arc that culminated in a big splash
when he hit the water. The bright sun reflected like a
mirror on the surface of the pool, making it difficult to
see what was happening under the ripples. Rachel moved to
where the water was up to her shoulders, standing and
waiting for Mr. Hampton to come up for air. She looked
around, her dad was walking in from the shallow end and
Chloe was already paddling about with her arms wrapped
around a beach ball. It was quiet and peaceful, which
Rachel thought was unusual for this family, and then for
no apparent reason she had a creepy feeling and she felt
like getting out of the pool and she would think back and
wonder why she didn't act on that feeling because a moment
later Hunter's dark shadow loomed up from the water
beneath her. "Aaaiiieee," Rachel shrieked when Hunter took
hold of her under the arms, hurling her upward with such
power that she flew completely out of the water, her arms
and legs thrashing in the air as she fell back into the
pool, hitting the water with a "smack" and then sinking
below the surface where Hunter reached down and took hold
of her, pulling her close, yanking her back to the surface
with one arm wrapped around her stomach and with one hand
clutching the inside of her thigh. Rachel beat the water
with her hands and kicked her legs, trying to escape from
his grasp, panicking when she felt his hand reaching
between her thighs, covering her bikini, rubbing,
squeezing, and poking, (did he think that felt good?) and
then she heard him laugh, "Ha, ha, ha," and that made her
mad so she quickly turned her head and shoulders to face
him and in the process unintentionally threw her elbow
into his chin. The impact knocked his head to the side,
making him stagger. His eyebrows furrowed and his lip
twitched. He appeared as if he wanted to strike her back
but he paused and looked across the pool at her father and
then released his hold on her.
Rachel swam away, hearing Mr. Hampton call out just
as she arrived next to her father. "You weren't so hard to
catch."
"You sneaked up on me, that wasn't fair."
"Playing fair wasn't the point."
That comment made her wonder what the point was. It
had happened so fast, and it all happened while her Dad
was standing just a few feet away, unaware of what Hunter
was doing to her. Rachel was under no illusion as to what
had taken place and she knew that everyone would say that
if something like this ever happened it would be really
bad and she should report it because she would be damaged
for the rest of her life and would need help, but now that
she had actually experienced it she found herself wanting
to handle things differently. Sure, he shouldn't have done
what he did and she certainly wouldn't give him another
chance to take advantage of her, but on the other hand
there was no need to make a big deal out of it either,
that would just get everyone all upset, especially Chloe,
and she didn't want to do that to a friend, so Rachel
decided to deal with it in her own way, whatever that
would turn out to be. They formed a circle in the middle
of the pool where the water was shallow enough for the
girls to stand up. Their mothers had prepared the place
settings on the picnic table and were now sitting in the
shade of an umbrella, sipping drinks, chatting, too far
away to be overheard, appearing small and powerless in the
perspective of distance.
"This is the best summer ever," Chloe said.
Rachel wrapped her arms around her dad. "I feel that
way too."
"Why is that?" Samuel asked.
Rachel looked up at him. "You should know."
Chloe tossed the beach ball in the air. "It's a great
summer because Rachel gets to come over and swim all the
time, and come to think of it, we're seeing so much of
each other that we might as well be sisters."
"I agree," Rachel said, "and I also like having my
dad around all the time. It makes me feel safe." Samuel
smiled and looked at his daughter. "I'd rather spend time
with you than anyone else."
"Better not let Mom hear you say that."
Samuel shrugged his shoulders; it was something that
he believed his wife already knew, intuitively at least.
One day he looked up and it was like he was seeing Rachel
for the first time, realizing at once how mature and
beautiful she had become, feeling the pull of her
presence. That was three years ago, and since then the
undercurrents in the family had been evolving in a new
direction. His wife was slowly fading into the background,
playing a supporting role while at the same time Rachel's
influence continued to grow and pervade his thoughts in
ways that made him constantly want to be with her,
especially when his wife was away.
Samuel walked back to the side of the pool and
watched the girls playing catch with the beach ball.
Rachel possessed an inexhaustible reservoir of energy,
constantly yelling, splashing, and laughing as she played
with Chloe. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at
him, tossing the ball back to Chloe and then moving nearer
to where he was standing. Chloe caught the ball at the far
side of the pool and heaved it back, but this time she
threw it too high and Rachel had to jump in order to grab
it, and when she came down she fell backward against her
father, her bottom drifting down over his stomach and swim
suit, and she became aware of something not unlike what
she had felt when they were tickling a few minutes ago.
"Sorry Dad, I didn't mean to bump into you."
"No apology needed, I'm here to catch you when you
fall. That's my job."
"Hey thanks, I never thought of it that way."
There was a twinkle in her eyes and she gave no
indication of having noticed the manner in which she had
made contact with him, but Samuel had most definitely
taken note because the unexpected encounter had stirred
him to a degree that would be impossible to conceal if he
had to leave the pool, so now he needed to think about
other things in the hope of making the signs of arousal
diminish before it was time for lunch, but then the exact
same thing happened for a second time; Rachel jumped up
for the ball and fell back against him, and once again her
bottom drifted down over the front of his swim trunks, but
this time she lingered there, holding herself motionless
but securely anchored against his front side.
"Thanks catching me again Dad, maybe I should stay
back here with you."
Samuel didn't have time to think of an appropriate
response before Rachel resumed playing catch with Chloe.
This time she stayed close to him, leaping, laughing and
splashing, only to fall back again and again with her
bottom sliding and lingering over the front of his
swimsuit. She had to know what she was doing; she surely
must be able to feel the full length of him stretched out
hard against the back her bikini. However, if she actually
was aware of it then she was doing an excellent job of
maintaining her coy pretense, continuing to act like she
was completely unaware of what she was doing and how he
was responding. It wasn't like anything he had seen from
her before. What would make his daughter want to behave
like this? Samuel gave up trying to analyze the situation
and he even abandoned trying to think about other things;
she was a lovely girl and a good girl and if this was how
she wanted to play then that was all that mattered. He
widened his stance and allowed her to step all the way
back between his knees where he took hold of her hips,
holding her wiggling body as close as could be. In one
respect it really wasn't such a momentous thing, all the
horseplay would appear rather innocuous from where their
wives were sitting in the shade, but Samuel had been
secretly hoping for this kind of confluence with his
daughter, and now that it was happening his intuition told
him that something more momentous was awaiting the two of
them.
"Let's stop playing catch and just relax," Rachel
said as she threw the beach ball onto the pool deck.
Hunter swam up and grabbed Chloe. "That's fine with
me," he said.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Chloe sounded annoyed and
tried to break free as her father dragged her to the far
side of the pool.
Based upon recent experience Rachel had a pretty good
idea as to what Mr. Hampton would be doing with Chloe, but
as Rachel saw it that wasn't any of her business, the
thing that mattered right now was her own dad and how he
was acting toward her. What in the world had gotten into
him? There was no way that she could be the cause of it,
after all, she was just a junior high girl and his
daughter as well, but on the other hand, what if she had
done something that accidentally induced this kind of
attentiveness from him, and if that was the case then what
should she do now? The feelings racing through her were
sophisticated and affirming, much in contrast to the
nastiness just a few minutes ago when she had been groped
by a friend of the family. It made all the difference to
be with a guy who was trustworthy, a guy like her dad,
even if he was clueless at times. That was why it was so
easy to relax with him and not take anything seriously.
The firm shaft stretched between her cheeks on the
backside of her bikini. Wouldn't it be fun to see what he
actually looked like in this condition? The feel of him
back there was so amazing, surely there wouldn't be any
harm in letting him do it a little more, letting him make
those discreet movements, the rhythmic rubs that made it
kind of like an underwater dance. And what a dance it was;
it seemed like he was getting bigger with each passing
minute
Samuel didn't think his wife would notice anything
unusual about the way he was holding Rachel. He had played
with her in the pool many times before and today shouldn't
appear any different, even though it was in fact unlike
anything that had previously occurred between them. His
daughter's apparent inclination to go along and pretend
like nothing was out of the ordinary was a welcome
development, but it was also a little unnerving. He would
have expected her to recoil in shock when she first bumped
against him and felt the signs of his arousal, but she
hadn't displayed even the least bit of surprise and now
their proximity had only increased his feelings, making it
impossible to resist this opportunity to hold her close
and feel the delightful spring in her perfectly formed
teenage bottom.
Backed against the other side of the pool Chloe
yapped at Hunter, "Dad, let go of me, I want to go talk to
Rachel."
Chloe struggled with Hunter for a few minutes and
with some effort managed to drag him half the distance
across the pool, but even so, he didn't seem ready to
release her. The shimmering ripples that moved across the
surface of the pool obscured the view of whatever was
going on below, but Samuel thought he could see Hunter's
hand passing over Chloe's stomach and dropping down lower
until it disappeared. "Daddy, pleeease, I want to go see
Rachel." Chloe's struggled within his arms. Perhaps it
could be explained by the refraction of light through
water which made things appear exaggerated, or perhaps
Hunter actually had put his hand inside Chloe's bikini,
Samuel couldn't be sure, but he did clearly see that
Chloe's legs were fanning apart as Hunter held her off the
bottom of the pool, and he could see that her facial
expression presented a multitude of emotions, as if she
was excited, perplexed, and dismayed, all at the same
time.
Rachel sensed that Chloe was about to become the
center of attention again, which couldn't be allowed to
happen, especially at a time like this, so she decided to
make her best effort to prevent that from happening. She
began by wiggling her bottom against the protrusion in her
father's swim trunks. "Dad, do you think I'm pretty?"
"Ah, yes, of course, very much so, in fact, I think
you're a beautiful girl. Why do you ask?"
"Because how would I know it unless you told me? I
can't remember the last time you said something like that
to me, but thank you for letting me know now." Rachel
turned and faced him, clasping her hands on the back of
his neck in order to hold herself up as she lifted her
legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back
and then sliding down until she was perched on top of the
bulbous lump that fit perfectly at the apex of her thighs.
Chloe mewled at her father. "How about me Daddy, do
you think I'm pretty too?"
"Of course you are." Hunter sounded irritated by the
question and started to move her toward the other side of
the pool. "That wasn't very convincing," Chloe said, her
voice fading away, sounding discouraged as he dragged her
away.
Rachel glanced toward the deck and saw that her mom
was still engrossed in a conversation with Marta, which
was good because that meant there was still an opportunity
to have fun before it was time for lunch. After all,
something like this might not ever happen again and it was
probably all a big accident so she better not waste the
moment and risk losing everything that brought her to this
point. The power surging beneath her had made her feel
light-headed, the feeling was more profound now that she
was straddled across his lap; he was absolutely huge down
there. How did he manage to keep it hidden all day long?
What had made him get this way all of a sudden? How was he
feeling right now? There were so many questions and there
was a strange look in his eyes too, it was an intense but
far-away gaze that she had never seen in him except for
when her breast had been exposed and it made her worry
that she might be doing something wrong, but it wasn't
like he was pushing her away or anything, just the
opposite; he was holding her behind the waist, rocking her
up and down, causing her to slide over him exactly where
the fabric of the bikini passed between her legs. This was
something that was easy to enjoy but hard to think about,
simple in some respects, complicated in others; he was a
guy and she was a girl, but he was her dad too, and inside
that swimsuit he was not unlike any other man, big and
hard, wanting her, and he was rubbing himself on her with
full intent and knowledge of what he was doing, that much
was obvious, but why was he doing it, and why now? It was
like he had offered to take her on a trip, and she had
agreed to go along for the ride without knowing where they
were going.
"Dad, are you okay?"
"I... I'm great Rachel."
"Am I making you uncomfortable? You look funny."
"You're fine Rachel, perfect, don't move."
"Sure, I can do that, if it's what you want, I can do
anything really, you just have to tell me."
Rachel kept her ankles locked around his waist and
waited, not knowing what to expect or why her dad had
asked her to hold still. He was breathing harder now and
holding her tighter than he ever had when they hugged at
home, and he was pushing from beneath her, repeatedly
rolling his hips, causing their swim suits to grind
together. He was stiff as could be right where the bikini
passed between her legs. It was a presence to be reckoned
with to be sure, and it was unbelievable what he was
doing, her dad was humping himself on her, purposefully
rubbing his hard-on right between her legs exactly where
her pussy was and it felt good and she drew a picture in
her mind of what it would look like if she could see
herself actually riding on top of his cock when it was
extending erect and full of desire for only her and he
kept sliding it directly over her pussy as if he really
wanted her and she was letting him have his way. Rachel
looked over her shoulder and across the pool. Chloe was on
the other side, staring at her in a way that seemed as if
had figured out what was going on, but that was unlikely
because Chloe couldn't possibly see through the reflection
on the water. It was definitely a good thing that Mr.
Hampton had his arms around Chloe so she couldn't swim
over get a better look. At the far end of the pool their
moms were sipping drinks and chatting in the shade, the
distance was enough that it would probably look like her
dad was just having some fatherly fun with her, which was
true to a point, but what a fuss there would be if her mom
ever found out the whole truth.
The request to be still had been honored up until
now, but that was about to end; she was excited, she
wanted to participate and make a contribution; it wasn't
normal or even possible to stay motionless during a time
like this, one partner can't dance while the other one
stands still, she had to move along with him, they were in
this together, surely he would understand. Wet blonde hair
stuck to the side of her face and her heart thumped as she
lowered her hips, pressing down, sliding the crotch of her
bikini over the arching rod to create a magical friction
that wound around her ardent clitoris with an exquisite
excitement that sent her spirit soaring like a kite in the
wind, and then his hand went down the back of her swimsuit
and moved between the fleshy cheeks where a single finger
softly traced circles over the tingling epicenter of her
anus, and he squeezed her in his arms and he rubbed his
hard daddy-cock right between her legs, making it rather
obvious that he was interested in her not only as a
daughter but as a girl too, and then she heard a stutter
in his breathing and she felt a pulsation where she was
riding on top him and it made her think of when she was at
home, turning the outside faucet on and off, making the
garden hose expand and contract, much like he was doing
beneath her right now as he urgently pressed his manliness
between her legs, and then his head leaned down as if
surrendering and their cheeks slid together and his lips
touched her ear; he was whispering, saying words that only
she could hear, "Ooohhh Rachel, I want you to fuck me," he
said, and she gulped and clung to him and wondered what
would happen next as the waves of pleasure began to roll
through her. The words he said played over and over in her
mind and she found herself wanting to hear those same
syllables spoken to her again with the identical
underlying intensity and focus on her. Why had it made her
feel so alive, and why did he have to release her so soon?
He had let her drift away, or had he pushed her away, it
was hard to tell as she watched him swim toward the
shallow end of the pool; it had been like a sudden summer
storm; a clap of thunder, a bolt of lightning, a burst of
rain, and then the clouds parted and life went on as it
had before. She wanted to say something, maybe tell him
that she understood, but she remained silent, uncertain of
what impact her own words might have, and besides, it was
time for lunch.
* * *
Eva sat at the picnic table and prepared a hotdog for
her daughter, slipping it into the bun, adding relish and
mustard exactly how Rachel liked it. Her daughter would be
in high school this fall and in another year after that
she'd be driving a car, then it wouldn't be long before
she was off to college, getting married and having a
family of her own, but she better be careful along the way
because nothing is guaranteed in life and a lot can happen
to a girl in a few short years, or even one night. Eva
pinched her thighs together. The signs were all there;
Rachel enjoyed being noticed by men, especially when the
man was her father, and Eva considered that it hadn't been
much different when she was a young girl. Back then she
had adored her father and took every opportunity to spend
time with him, especially when her mother wasn't around
because that was when they were free to just relax
together, engaging in long conversations, hugging when
there was little reason to do so, and of course there was
the day when he put his hand on her breast for the first
time and she had asked him what he was doing and he simply
said that it was okay. Then one winter weekend things
became more complicated. Her mother was away visiting
relatives and the weather forecaster said a windstorm
would be moving into the area overnight. The thought of a
storm scared Eva, she imagined a tree falling on the roof,
but she believed her father when he sent her to bed,
saying that the house was strong and they were safe, and
she did manage to fall asleep even though the wind was
rustling the bushes outside the window. It was shortly
after midnight when she was awakened by the loud boom of
an exploding electrical transformer down the street. Eva
sat up on her bed and looked for the nightlight but the
bedroom was black, the electricity was out, the storm was
raging, and fear made goose bumps rise up on her skin. She
got out of bed and groped her way in the dark to her
father's bedroom, crawling between the blankets with him,
joking about what a fearful fourteen-year-old she was and
then snuggling with him, sleeping, dreaming for a while
and then awakening, feeling confused and wondering how her
nightshirt got pulled up, becoming aware that his lips
were on her breast and that his hand was underneath the
waistband of her pantie, touching her and making her wet,
parting her vaginal lips and then slipping a finger inside
her moist flesh.
"What are you doing Daddy?" she said, trying to
resist the sensations even as her pussy squeezed around
him. She couldn't help the way her body was responding, it
was like that first time when he had put his hand on her
breast; it had made her nipple become tingly and hard,
leaving her feeling funny inside and a little guilty that
it had felt good and that she had enjoyed it so much, and
now she was giving herself over to him again, allowing him
to pull down her pantie and spread her thighs apart,
offering no challenge when he crawled on top of her and
pressed it all over between her legs in a haunting kind of
hug, and she had screamed out in the dark as he pushed
through, shocked by the presence of another person moving
about inside of her, and she had screamed again as it
pulled back almost all the way to the point of coming out,
pausing there as if having a change of heart and then
plunging all the way back in again, but then the hurt went
away and her mood began to change, things were happening
and she quickly progressed beyond the initial distress and
embraced the thrill of something so new and out of the
ordinary. This was the time and the place, marked like a
pin on a map, the moment when she had made the decision to
become a willing participant, and so she thrust her hips
at him and dug her fingers into his back, encouraging him
to do it even more, saying, "Oh yes Daddy, do it some
more, I like it."
Eva took a napkin and wiped the beads of perspiration
from her forehead. Twenty years had passed since that
encounter with her father but the memory seemed fresh
enough to have happened yesterday. Nobody she'd been with
since then had been able to match the intensity of that
first night or any of the many other times that her father
had taken her when she was a teenager. And now as an adult
she could only fantasize about it and masturbate as a
means to achieve a degree of personal satisfaction. All of
this was acceptable for Eva, she had made peace with her
past, but she did want something different for her
daughter. Eva watched Rachel and Samuel getting out of the
pool. All indications were that things may have already
gone too far with them. The indecorous swell in the front
of his shorts was in itself enough to create suspicion
regarding their activities in the pool, but in addition to
that Rachel was smiling attentively with no sign of
embarrassment as she gazed over his salacious condition.
Eva cradled the hot dog in the palm of her hand. Even a
casual observer would have to conclude that something was
going on between the father and his young daughter. Rachel
may have already ventured into waters that were way over
her head.
Rachel stood on the pool deck and blotted the water
from her skin with a towel. The bikini bottom had been
jostled around to such an extent that some pubic hairs
could be seen sticking out from under the leg band. A few
wispy blonde strands such as these wouldn't be noticed by
anyone else, but that was of little consolation for Rachel
because she knew they were there and that was all it took
to make her feel humiliated. She and turned away from
everyone and adjusted the bikini so that everything was
tucked back in where it belonged.
"Did you have a good swim?" Eva inquired as the girls
sat down at the table.
"It was fine Mom, why do you ask?"
"I was just making conversation Rachel, don't be so
touchy."
"I'm not being touchy. I just think it was obvious
that we were having fun. Maybe you should try it yourself
sometime."
"I'm starving," Chloe said.
"Me too." Rachel opened her mouth in a big oval and
slipped the hot dog and bun inside her lips, chomping down
with her teeth, chewing, swallowing, sipping a soda, and
then taking another bite. Eva spread a napkin over her
lap. "I have all the fun I need just visiting with Marta
on a lovely afternoon like this."
"How kind of you," Marta said. "I can hardly remember
what we used to do before our families started spending
the weekends together, and besides, it's good for the
girls to have some genuine quality time with their
fathers."
"I agree," Rachel said, blurting out the words
through a partially chewed mouthful of hot dog and bun.
"Our two girls will be spending even more time with
their fathers the weekend after next," Eva said as she
stared at her husband.
"What do you mean?" Chloe asked, dropping her fork on
the plate.
"It's like this Chloe," her mother said. "In two
weeks you're going to have a chance to be home alone with
your father for the entire weekend."
"Where will you be?"
"Eva and I will be attending retreat for our women's
group. The meeting is being held at the church's summer
camp in the mountains. It's a very long drive so we'll be
leaving on Friday afternoon and won't be back until Sunday
night."
"So am I going to be staying home with Dad too?"
Rachel asked.
"You certainly will," Eva replied, "and I want you to
be on your best behavior and do everything your father
says."
"Don't worry about it, Mom."
Rachel subdued her delight. She had never spent a
single night alone with her dad and now at last she was
going to have him all to herself for an entire weekend,
just the two of them, together, with no supervision. The
very prospect of it sent tingles dancing up her chest and
down her spine. This was her chance to find out what was
really going on. She uncrossed her legs with the memory of
falling back against him in the pool; what had happened
could not be denied, she had felt him trembling in her
arms, touching her in a way that nobody had ever done
before, and he had been so hard and he had been humping
her and all that was great but she kept asking herself for
the reason behind it. Why her and not someone else? Why
now instead of some other time? Is it possible that she
had unwittingly made him get that way? If she was
responsible then what exactly was it that she had done,
and what about the words he had whispered in her ear? Did
he really mean it? She had to find out the truth before it
drove her crazy. It all had to mean something and she was
determined to find out what it was.
* * *
Samuel Moran had his mind on his daughter when he
went to work the following Monday. Images of Rachel
penetrated his thoughts, distracting, disturbing, and
arousing him during meetings and phone calls. It was worse
when he returned home. All it took to unhinge him was for
Rachel to sashay through the room. Her blonde hair,
bouncing bottom, and mysterious attitude held him in
rapture. She had been acting differently since their
afternoon in the pool, and considering what he had put her
through he couldn't blame her for reacting in a way that
would make things difficult for him. At present she was
hardly acknowledging him at all, choosing instead to just
hang around the house, sulking and avoiding eye contact.
He surmised that she was playing a waiting game; probably
expecting him to have a talk with her and provide an
explanation. He would have to do that eventually and not
too far in the future either, but what could he say about
a situation that he really didn't understand? The attempts
he did make to talk with Rachel were clumsy and
superficial and he could tell by the look in her eyes that
he had done nothing to sooth the stew of emotion that was
simmering inside of her. He wasn't good at this kind of
thing and he wished that she would at least give him a
clue as to what she wanted to hear, but on the other hand
her silence was a kind of blessing that assured their
secret was safe. Even so, Eva might figure it out anyway.
His wife had always been an intuitive woman, solving
problems with instinct instead of analysis. If she ever
did manage to stumble upon this particular truth then it
would surely be the end of their marriage, and he could
deal with that, but a divorce would also open the
possibility of his losing Rachel, and that was an outcome
he would not accept.
The days leading to the retreat passed by slowly, at
least it seemed that way to Samuel. He was unable to
concentrate on anything other than the upcoming weekend
when he would be all by himself with Rachel. He had never
looked forward to anything this much. Samuel sat in the
living room holding a newspaper, reading a paragraph and
immediately forgetting whatever it said. He had enough
self-awareness to know that he wanted to get his daughter
all to himself, but once that was achieved he didn't know
what he wound do next, if anything, and that was
maddening. It was Wednesday night and the time for them to
be alone together was only forty-eight hours away. Rachel
had gone to bed for the evening so he tried to think about
something else, but that effort proved futile as his mind
kept returning to the way she had wrapped her legs around
him in the pool, and he wondered what she had been
thinking and feeling at that exact moment, and if she
would want to feel that way again. The clack-clack sound
of heels in the hallway were recognizable as those of his
wife, she always stomped about the house as if she was
marching into to combat. He lifted up the newspaper as Eva
sat down at the far end of the sofa. She waited for an
acknowledgement of her presence, and when none came she
began to speak, hoping that she wouldn't be talking to
herself.
"We need to have a talk about Rachel," she said. A
lump rose in his throat. This was it, Eva had figured it
out and now she was going to accuse him being
inappropriate with their daughter. He knew this would
happen eventually, it was just a matter of time. Why
couldn't he have been more discreet?
"Is something wrong Eva?"
"Well yes, Rachel has been acting strange lately.
Today while you were at work we got into an argument that
was terrible by any standards."
"That doesn't sound so unusual for a teenager."
"This is different, she's changed, I feel like she
doesn't want me around anymore, and now she wants to shave
off her pubic hair. Can you imagine that?"
Samuel blinked his eyes several times as a picture of
his daughter formed in his mind; a fair skinned fifteen-
year-old girl without any pubic hair? The thought of it
stirred Samuel's interest. His daughter was already
beautiful and this kind of fashion statement wasn't a
necessity, but if it was something that was important to
her, then was there really any compelling reason to forbid
it? "What did you say to her?"
"I said absolutely no, what would you expect? We
already had this fight a few years ago when she wanted to
start shaving her legs. I gave in that time but I won't
budge on this. It's just unsuitable for a girl Rachel's
age to be shaving her privates. The whole idea is
ludicrous even for grown women."
"This really is girl talk Eva. I think you should
handle it however you see fit. I'll take responsibility
for the fatherly things like showing her to defend herself
and teaching her how to drive a car."
"Okay fine, go ahead and leave it all to me, you
always do, but I think something deeper is bothering
Rachel, she just hasn't been herself lately."
"Perhaps this weekend's break from our normal routine
will do her some good."
"I don't know Samuel, honestly, the more time she
spends with you the worse she seems to get. She has all
that fun playing around with you on the weekend and then
she's mean to me all week long while you're at work. It's
starting to feel like she's competing with me."
"I'm sure she'll outgrow whatever it is. Don't you
remember what it was like when you were a teenager?"
"I remember it all too well and that's why I'm so
concerned. Look Samuel, I'm your wife, I'm the one you can
trust and I need you to tell me the truth. Has anything
happened between you and Rachel that I should know about?
Believe me, I have the experience to understand and help."
Samuel took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
"Eva, I know you mean well, but don't let your imagination
run away with you. Rachel and I have a great relationship,
I'm sorry if things are difficult between you and her
right now, but give her some space. I'm sure everything
will work out fine."
"Are you sure Samuel?"
"I'm positive, now go get some sleep and let's see
how you feel in the morning."
Eva went back to their bedroom with the misgiving
that something wasn't right. Her heart told her that he
had avoided telling a lie by giving her something less
than the entire truth and that left her no choice but to
assume that his relationship with Rachel had trespassed
beyond the point where reason could serve as a guide for
their behavior. Her husband and daughter were human and
like anyone they were subject to temptations and moral
imperfections, but that didn't mean she should let them go
on their own way unchecked. The lust of a man combined
with the impulsiveness of a young girl is a volatile
concoction; it is a prescription for disaster and a threat
to the family. Eva got into bed and prayed for help. She
wasn't going to wait around for something bad to happen,
she would find a way to prevent it; there must be some way
to stop them before it was too late.
Thursday morning was Eva's self-imposed deadline to
start packing her luggage for the retreat. She was an
organized woman, having carefully listed everything she
would need during the weekend; dental floss, aspirin,
extra underwear, hat, sunglasses, and a book. She placed
each item its own spot within the suitcase and when she
was done she surveyed her work and felt good. If only she
could orchestrate all the aspects of Rachel's life with
such precision, especially this weekend. She had noticed
that the nearer it got to Friday the more animated Rachel
became. Her daughter's demeanor made it clear that she was
looking forward to being free from her mother for a couple
days, and for what purpose Eva couldn't say with certainty
but she did remember the choices she had made when she was
young and alone in the house with her father; it was so
long ago and while it had been okay in her own life she
didn't want her daughter to develop an appetite for that
kind of thing. There had to be some way to keep Rachel
separated from Samuel. Having her spend the weekend with
someone else would be ideal but they didn't have any
relatives in this town, let alone someone who they knew
well enough to trust with their daughter. Who would be
willing to take her on such short notice anyway? Eva
worried about it all day and into the afternoon until she
received a phone call from Marta regarding a few last
minute preparations for the retreat. Something in Marta's
voice at that moment inspired an idea so brilliant in its
simplicity that Eva couldn't fathom how it had evaded her
for so long. Marta was a pushover for the proposal which
did seem a little peculiar at first because you would
expect a mother to at least be inquisitive about the
reason behind such a request. Marta had simply said,
"Okay, I bet that would be fun for the girls," and then
quickly changed the subject back to the retreat. Eva ended
the phone call with a gut feeling that Marta didn't spend
that much time thinking about Chloe, which was a sad thing
because Chloe, despite her self-centeredness, was a joy to
be around.
The perfect time to make the announcement would be at
dinner tonight. Eva expected a backlash, but both Rachel
and Samuel would be together at the dining table which
would make things easier because Rachel was less inclined
toward a tantrum when her father was present. Eva waited
until Rachel and Samuel were half-way through the meal
before breaking the news. She started to speak but held
back, wondering if she was doing the right thing, and then
decided that it was too late to change her mind. She
swallowed a mouthful of spaghetti, took a sip of water and
patted her lips with a napkin.
"There's been a change of plans for this weekend,"
Eva said
Rachel's head snapped up, "What change?"
"Well, Marta and I were talking and we decided that
it would be a good experience for you and Chloe to trade
families for the weekend, you know, see what life is like
from someone else's point of view."
"You're not making sense Mom, people don't trade
families."
"In this case they do Rachel. You'll be spending the
weekend at the Hampton's house, living like Chloe normally
would, and she will be here, doing the same thing with
your father."
"Noooo, I want to stay here with Dad."
"Eva," Samuel said, "why didn't you discuss this with
me first?"
"I wanted to surprise you."
"Mom, I don't want to go, I like it here better."
"Getting out of your comfort zone will be good for
you Rachel, it'll teach you to be self-reliant."
"I was looking forward to a weekend with Dad, how can
you do this to me?"
"Now look, there's no reason for you to get upset, I
hear that Chloe rather excited about it and you should be
too."
"I am not excited, I'm depressed, and I'm mad too."
"Well, there's no point in discussing it further
because the decision has been made and that's final. I've
made a list of things for you to pack Rachel, oh, and by
the way, you'll be leaving your cell phone at home."
"Why? You said you got me that phone in case of an
emergency."
"I don't want you wasting all your time gabbing on
the phone with your friends. You need to focus on your
life, seeing how somebody else lives might give you a new
appreciation for what you have here. This weekend is a
chance for you to step back and think, ask yourself if the
decisions you're making today will get you to where you
want to be tomorrow."
"I don't believe this." Rachel stuck her fork into
the pile of spaghetti on her plate and left the table
without finishing dinner.
Samuel wasn't surprised by Eva's announcement, given
the nature of their recent conversation, and while it
wasn't what he had wanted perhaps it was for the best.
Things had been getting increasingly intense with Rachel
and spending a weekend alone with her might have proven to
be more than he could handle responsibly, and besides,
having Chloe all to himself for a couple nights might
prove to be an interesting distraction, he would give it a
try and see, but still, there was something nagging in the
back of Samuel's mind as he fell asleep that night, and he
didn't realize what it was until he woke up in the dark
several hours later. The thought of it made him get out of
bed and walk down the hallway where he stood in front of
Rachel's bedroom door, contemplating his misgivings over
sending her to the Hamptons by herself for even a short
period of time. The incident had occurred back in high
school. It involved Hunter and a girl Samuel knew. That
was a long time ago and Samuel didn't remember the last
time he thought about it, perhaps the memory became fuzzy
when Hunter signed a contract with his firm, but now it
all came back and the association with Rachel did nothing
to assure him that this weekend would turn out well for
her. How could he have let this happen? Samuel felt a
chill as he stood in the hallway. It was his job to
protect Rachel. Had Hunter changed over the years? Had he
mellowed with age? Would Rachel be the same girl on Sunday
that she was today?
Marta arrived at the house on Friday morning to pick
up Eva for the drive to the retreat, leaving Samuel alone
with Rachel for the few hours before he had to take her to
the Hampton's and exchange her for Chloe. This would be
the last time that he would see Rachel until Sunday night
and he wanted their parting to be on good terms. He tried
to engage her in a conversation but she refused to even
look at him as she ambled around the house showing little
emotion and mumbling things like, "I guess," and
"whatever." Samuel didn't know what to do. She had put up
a wall that he couldn't penetrate; she had turned herself
into an enigma. He was unable discern the slightest detail
as to what Rachel was thinking. The one thing he did know
was that the bond between them was close to being broken
and that was something he had to fix before they parted
for the weekend. Was their estrangement another piece of
his wife's plan or just and unintended consequence? Samuel
didn't think his wife was that devious, but nevertheless,
she would probably be happy with anything that would
alienate him and Rachel.
Time slipped by until there was only hour remaining
before he had to deliver Rachel to the Hampton's. That was
plenty of time to talk with her if he could only find the
right words. Maybe if he just spoke honestly about how he
felt then she might open up too. That would be difficult
though, he really didn't understand his own feelings so
everything he could think to say seemed trivial. He would
have to try and just hope something good would happen.
Rachel was outside now, sitting on the front lawn and
looking out at the street. She plucked a dandelion and
with a flick of her finger sent the yellow flower flying
off the stem. He must not waste any more time, he had to
go join her immediately. She didn't so much as a glance in
his direction when he sat down next to her, a confirmation
that she wasn't going to make this easy. "I don't like
what's happening any more than you do," Samuel said,
watching closely for a reaction. Her lips pinched together
as if preparing to become angry, and then she regained
composure, sitting up straight, looking directly at him.
In that instant he could see that she had changed, having
attained a higher degree of maturity in just the last
twenty-four hours. She spoke with a confidence that was
unsettling, as if she had already anticipated what he
would say and how she would respond.
"If you don't like what's happening then why are you
going along with it?"
"Your mother had already made the plans."
"Why didn't you stand up to her?"
"It would be rude to back out on a commitment to
friends like the Hamptons."
"Oh, so that's what Mr. Hampton is. I thought he was
your biggest client."
"My enemies don't do business with me."
"But what about me? Am I less important because I'm
not a client? You knew I hated Mom's idea. Why don't you
ever take sides with me?"
"I'm always on your side, you just don't see it."
"Remember when you taught me how to fight?"
"Of course, I wanted you to know how to take care of
yourself."
"You showed me how to fight dirty and use whatever I
had in order to win."
"I hope you'll never need to do that."
"Me either, but I wonder why I never see that kind of
fighting spirit in you. Mom and Mr. Hampton push you
around all the time and you let them get away with it.
Personally, I don't think either one of them have much
respect for you."
Samuel diverted his eyes, knowing she was right. "The
only respect I need is yours," he said.
Rachel pulled her legs up next to her chest and
rested her head on top of her knees. A bumble bee
struggled to climb out of the grass near her toes. "Mom's
been acting weird lately, I mean, if swapping daughters
for the weekend is such a great idea then why don't all
parents do it?"
"I don't know, but it'll only be until Sunday night."
"That's right, Sunday night when Mom will be here
again. I'm trying to get you to see this for yourself,
don't you get it? Mom's trying to keep us apart."
"Do you think she might have a good reason?"
"No I don't, do you?"
"I think your mother believes that you and I may have
crossed a line somewhere."
"That should be for me and you to decide."
"Maybe so, but she lives her too."
Rachel shook her head. "Does what I say ever matter?
Look Dad, I'm more grown up than you realize and I'm
smarter than you give me credit for and I think you should
know that I'm not totally innocent. I had my first
experience with a guy a long time ago, back in the sixth
grade."
"You never told me that, what happened?"
"I didn't tell you because it was none of your
business, but I will now. One day at school I was hanging
around the classroom after everyone else went out for
recess, I didn't feel like going outside and running
around. My teacher watched me sitting there for a few
minutes and then he asked me to come up to his desk where
we talked for a little while about stuff that didn't have
anything to do with school and then out of nowhere he told
me that he liked me and that I was smart and pretty, and
then he pulled me by his side and I went along with it
because he was my teacher. He reached his arm around me,
putting a hand on my bottom, only a little at first but
then more, squeezing me and then reaching down lower and
feeling me up. He was really touching me Daddy, right
between my legs while people were walking by in the hall
and it made me all excited. He was respectful about it,
smiling and looking into my eyes and saying lovely things
and I thought it was okay because he was my teacher and he
was handsome and I had a secret crush on him anyway."
"I'll kill him," Samuel said, his face turning red.
"No, no, no, that's not why I'm telling you, it has
to be a secret, just for us, you see, after that day I
kept going back to see my teacher during recess. I liked
the attention. I wanted him to touch me again and again. I
wanted it Daddy, he made me feel so good, and I want you
to accept it because this is who I am. There have been
others since then too, you know, guys at school, nothing
serious though. I guess I'll let a guy mess around with me
as long as I like him, but I haven't gone all the way
yet."
"What made you decide to tell me about this now?"
"I think need to know. You've been kind of distant
ever since that day. You swam away from me in the pool
without saying anything and I thought that maybe I did
something wrong or maybe you thought I wouldn't
understand, but I know that I can see the way things
really are I want you to know that I'm okay."
Weeks of frustration fell away from Samuel. "I
thought you were the one being distant, but honestly
Rachel, what happened in the pool was an accident, you're
an attractive girl, beautiful really, and on that
particular occasion it was like a chance encounter with a
girl I couldn't resist, I forgot you were my daughter. I
lost my head, I'm sorry."
Rachel put her hand on his shoulder, touching him for
the first time since he had released her in the pool.
"Don't say anything more Dad, I understand, but for now on
I want you to remember that I'm both a daughter and a
girl." They stared at each other in silence. In a few more
minutes he would have to take her to the Hampton's. The
time was passing too fast. They went up to her bedroom and
checked to make sure that her overnight bag was packed
with everything she would need for the weekend; swimsuit,
toothbrush, panties, shorts, sweatshirt, pajamas, and some
magazines. Rachel gulped, this was it, almost time to go,
but just as she was closing the lid to the suitcase he
stopped her and stuck his hand inside it with her clothes,
slipping her cell phone into a concealed pouch.
"Just in case of an emergency," he said.
"Thanks Dad." Rachel stood up on tiptoes, reaching
around his neck and pulling herself against him for a hug.
It had been such a long time since they were close like
this and now she couldn't help but to allow the full
length of her body to move over him, the two of them
hugging and fitting together comfortably. "Do I absolutely
have to go Daddy? I don't want to."
"I hate this too Rachel."
"Then let's run away somewhere."
"That's not a practical solution, but I will make you
a promise. Once this weekend is over there're going to be
some changes in the way things are done around here. I'm
going to be taking an active role in your life every day."
Rachel smiled and whispered in his ear, "I do like
the sound of that Daddy, but why don't you take an active
role with me right now?" Rachel took hold of his shirt and
leaned backward, pulling him toward the bed. "Hold me like
you never want to let go," she said. Samuel tipped
forward, reaching out to prevent his full weight from
falling on top of her. She pulled at his shirt again,
looking impatient, and so he slowly lowered himself down,
taking hold of her, lying on top of her, thinking that it
would only last a moment. "Kiss me goodbye Daddy." Her
moist lips beckoned. Samuel complied with her wish and
more, extending his tongue inside her mouth, becoming
personal, hearing a squeak of surprise in her response. He
was happy to be back in her favor but the decision to let
her go for the weekend had become a source of regret. He
wanted to be with her more than he wanted anything else,
and that feeling only intensified as she clung to him on
the bed. It was good to be with her again; touching her,
smelling her, hearing her voice, and he appreciated how
she used her body as a tool for getting her way; spreading
her legs, moving her hips, pressing on the place where he
had become stiff. Oh yes, his daughter was a fine girl;
she liked it when he paid attention to her, that's why she
teased him, that's why her tongue flicked about in his
mouth, and that was why she let him hump the crotch of her
carefully ironed summer shorts. She was a sweet little
girl and he was going to take care of her and make her
feel better than anyone else ever could, especially sixth
grade teachers and groping schoolboys.
"Ring, ring, ring," the sound of the telephone echoed
from the hallway.
"Dad, please don't answer it."
"I have to, it might be important."
Samuel got up and left the room, returning a few
minutes later with a knot in his stomach. The person on
the phone had been Hunter, calling to let him know that
Chloe was eagerly awaiting his arrival, and when should
they expect to see Rachel? Samuel said they would be there
soon but wished it wasn't so; the thought of being
separated from his daughter had become a source of
distress. Sure, she would be with what his wife considered
to be a friend of the family, but Samuel had known Hunter
from when he was in high school, a time in life when the
foundational elements of a person's character were more
easily put into focus, and in those days there had been a
dark side to Hunter, there had been flashes of cruelty
that would suddenly rise up for no reason. It was a
character flaw to be sure, and perhaps it was the kind of
brokenness in a personality that begins at birth, rather
than being learned, but the trait did seem to dissipate in
the years after he married Marta and became successful in
business, and for most people the past was forgotten, but
Samuel was still haunted by the memory of another girl
from that time and it made him wonder if Hunter had really
changed or if that part of him continued to lurk somewhere
below the surface, lying dormant like a landmine that was
waiting for someone to come along and step on the wrong
place.
When Samuel returned to his daughter's room he found
her lying on the bed, stretched out in much the same way
that he had left her. Rachel smiled and reached out to
him, her knee rocking to the side, her shorts pulling taut
between her legs, presenting her in a way that was less
than subtle and difficult to resist. "I want another hug,"
she said.
"We've run out of time, I'm sorry."
"Isn't there some way we can get out of this?"
"I'm afraid not, we have to keep our promise."
"Dad, I'm going to be honest with you. I really don't
like Mr. Hampton."
"Why do you say that?"
"I think he's a phony. I can tell that he only cares
about himself."
"Just between the two of us I suspect that you are
probably right."
"Then why do you put up with him."
"I don't know, we go back a long way, I think these
days it's mostly business. Now come on, we have to go."
The car ride to the Hampton's was unpleasant. Rachel
stared out the side window in silence as Samuel searched
for the words to say that would make it all seem better,
but the words never came and the only thing he could find
in himself was layer upon layer of unease, and it was
probably best to leave that unspoken. At one point Rachel
noticed a ladybug clinging to the inside of the windshield
and she made him stop the car and wait while she got the
black-spotted insect to crawl onto her finger, and once
that was accomplished she cautiously stepped out of the
car to release it onto a tree that was near the side of
the road. He watched as she reached up to a branch, her
shorts clinging inside the cheeks of her bottom as she
waited for the ladybug to crawl onto a leaf. He wanted to
be with her again, the way they were a few minutes ago,
but even more than that, he wanted to know her in a way
that no man ever had before.
Two girls on bicycles yelled greetings as Rachel was
returning from the tree. They circled their bikes in the
intersection, long black hair flowing in the wind like
banners as they rode to the curb where Rachel stood in
front of the car. One girl appeared to be about Rachel's
age while the other girl was considerably younger but
still quite attractive with a graceful waistline and well-
developed thighs. The girls talked for a little while,
occasionally glancing inside the car. The older girl made
brief eye contact with Samuel and then nodded her head as
a gesture of respect, but the younger one held her gaze on
him for much longer and with great intensity, staring in a
way that he interpreted as an insistence that she be
noticed, and Samuel did notice a great deal; he noticed
her beautiful eyes, whimsical smile, and burgeoning
beasts, and he imagined sitting with her in his arms,
sliding his hand beneath her shirt, and pulling down her
shorts.
"I'll be there in a minute Dad," Rachel called out
from the curb.
"We should be going," Samuel said, his heart still
pounding for the younger girl. He continued to watch her
as they said goodbye and mounted their bikes and rode
away, beautiful black hair streaming behind them. Rachel
got back into the car and took one look at his puffed-up
pants and then turned her head the other direction.
"You didn't have to be so obvious about it," she
said.
"Obvious about what? Who are those girls anyway?
"They're friends of mine from school; Isabelle and
Jodie Tanaka."
"You should have them over to the house sometime."
"I bet you'd like that, but sorry, their parents make
them study during every free minute, and then after
studying they have to practice piano or play soccer. I
mean, they get perfect grades and everything but they
hardly have any social life. This was one of the few times
that I've even seen Isabelle outside of school."
"Which one was Isabelle?"
"The taller one, her little sister is Jodie and I saw
the way you were looking at her and I'll tell you right
now Dad, Jodie's too young for you; she's only thirteen."
"I don't know what you're talking about Rachel, but
they do seem like the kind of girls that you'd want to
have for friends."
"Just so you know; Jodie already has a boyfriend.
He's not as old as you, but he is way older than she is,
somewhere in his thirties. I guess she likes older guys.
Don't tell anyone. It's a secret."
"Are Jodie and Isabelle any relation to the Tanaka
Manufacturing and Import Company?"
"As a matter of fact they are very much related.
Hideki Tanaka is their dad and he's president of the
company. Why don't you get him for a client, I bet his
business would be worth a lot more than what Mr. Hampton
gives you."
"That's a good idea and all the more reason to ask
them over to the house sometime. We need to build a
relationship with their family. I've met Mr. Tanaka a few
times through the Fleurton Chamber of Commerce. He's a
brilliant businessman with international connections.
Landing an account like that won't come through a sales
pitch, it'll take friendship and trust between our
families, and that will take time."
"Is that your way of asking me to help you land a
client for your accounting firm"
"I don't want to put pressure on you, but in this
case yes, you could be a great help. Tell you what, if you
can make this happen then I promise to increase your
allowance."
"How much?"
"We'll negotiate when the time comes."
"Okay, I'll do it after this weekend is over, but you
better not fall for Jodie, I saw the way you two were
looking at each other, and remember, they are my friends
first, this isn't all about the business."
"You have to admit she is pretty."
"I know, but it's kind of odd, she doesn't feel that
way, she thinks of herself as being ugly, that's why she
wants to get some kind of surgery on her eyes that'll make
her look more like us or something."
"Oh no, she's perfect just the way she is, there's
nothing a surgeon can do to make her look any better than
she already does."
"We've all tried to tell her that but her mind is
made up. Can we go back home and talk about Jodie some
more?"
Samuel realized that they had been sitting here
talking for nearly twenty minutes. Perhaps this was his
subconscious mind trying to make him have a change of
heart about this weekend. All he would have to do would be
to turn around and go home, but that didn't happen; he
just apologized to Rachel and started the engine and drove
on toward the dead-end street where Hunter and Chloe were
already standing in front of the house waiting for them.
Chloe waved and lifted her suitcase off the ground,
approaching the car as he drove into the driveway, opening
the door for Rachel as soon as he came to a full stop.
Chloe's enthused greeting and Rachel's tepid response made
it obvious who was the happier one about the upcoming
weekend. Things were happening fast now; a few words with
Hunter; a cold goodbye from Rachel; Chloe climbing into
the car, watching and waiting, smiling when he finally sat
next to her on the front seat. He started the engine and
backed the car out of the driveway and into the street,
feeling a twinge of regret when Rachel looked over her
shoulder at him. Maybe he should call out to her and say
something like, "See you Sunday," but he held back and
simply watched as she turned away with Hunter and walked
up the stairs toward the house. Samuel heard the 'clink'
of Chloe fastening her seatbelt. He looked at her for a
second or two, taking note of the yellow polish on her
toenails, and when he looked up again Rachel was gone.
Chapter 2
Certain things in life are undeniable, like the fact
that Chloe is beautiful, and it was a fact that she made
absolutely clear with her tanned legs extending out of the
denim skirt that had pulled up unnecessarily high on her
thighs as she adjusted her position on the car seat. It
was impossible to avoid looking at her and thinking about
her, she had perfected the art of attracting attention and
now in a seemingly circumspect manner she was exerting
that power with him as her sole audience. "Thanks for
having me over for the weekend, Mr. Moran. I think it'll
be fun to stay at your place for a change."
"I glad you could come, Chloe, and you can call me
Sam if you want."
"Okay Sam," Chloe giggled. She extended her arm out
the window and felt the wind blowing through her fingers,
wondering what the weekend would be like but not dwelling
on the thought for very long because she was tired from
all the housework that her mother had made her do earlier
in the day. She would have liked to have taken an
afternoon nap but there wasn't enough time. He stopped at
a four-way intersection and waited for another car to pass
and that was when he saw one of the girls who Rachel had
spoken to earlier, it was Isabelle Tanaka, she was
standing by the crosswalk with her bicycle and she was
looking at Chloe with a curious expression. Samuel didn't
want to answer any uncomfortable questions about what he
was doing with Chloe so he waved to Isabelle as a courtesy
and then drove on through the intersection and down the
street, checking the rear-view mirror and seeing Isabelle
still standing there with her bicycle, watching them drive
away.
"Rachel and I stopped and talked with that girl on
the way to your house, that's why we were late. Do you
know her too?"
"Sure, we've been in some classes together. I wish I
had her brains, she's really smart and pretty too, which
is lucky for her. Most girls usually only have one or the
other."
"Then both of you are lucky in the same way."
"Not really, I mean, I'm not smart like Rachel and
Isabelle, but thanks for saying that anyway."
Samuel didn't consider his daughter to be more
intelligent that Chloe, but he did think that Rachel
applied a higher level of diligence to her studies, and
that would explain the difference in their academic
performance. From what he had seen Chloe was more
interested in the social aspects of her life, and while
she was a polite and respectful girl, she also carried a
certain aura about her that could only be described as
carnal. Perhaps it was it the purr in her voice when she
talked or the bounce of her bottom when she walked, he
couldn't say for sure, but he did know that something
about her made him glad to be a man. That was the thought
on his mind when they arrived back home where he drove the
car straight into the garage and immediately closed the
door behind them. He was alone with her now, no wife, no
daughter, just an empty house and an entire weekend to
have fun with a pretty girl.
Chloe unbuckled her seatbelt and stretched her legs.
"I'm hungry," she said.
"Would you mind helping me prepare dinner?"
"Sure Mr. Moran, oops, sorry, I mean Sam. I'll be
your assistant. It'll be like we're on a television
cooking show."
Chloe's willingness to help with dinner made her seem
all the more endearing, becoming like a partner instead of
a guest. She also kept things interesting with tales about
her friends and situations at school, and if he was silent
for too long she would do something to get his attention
like brushing her chest against the back of his arm,
pretending it was an accident, saying "Excuse me," and
then giggling, which was more than enough to bring him
back into her world. She was wearing a yellow blouse that
hung down just below her navel, leaving a smidgen of flesh
visible above where the denim skirt wrapped around her
waist, and for some reason she frequently found it
necessary to adjust the skirt, pulling it up and then back
and forth around her hips until it was perfectly
positioned, and one time she actually pulled the skirt up
so far as to reveal the matching yellow pantie underneath,
making a brief display of the enchanting fold in the
fabric that stretched over the centermost point between
her legs.
"Sam, do you think it would be alright if we ate
dinner outside on the patio?"
"That's a great idea."
"Thanks, I like watching the birds in your backyard,
they always seem so busy, like there's no time to waste,
and that makes me wonder because I don't know what I'm
doing with my life from one day to the next. Maybe I don't
even have a life, maybe I don't even exist. Have you ever
thought about that?"
"I've thought about it a lot and right now the one
thing I know for sure is that you exist in my life and I
think that's great. As for your future, don't worry about
it, just work hard and follow your interests and the rest
will come in its own time."
"I live that long."
Samuel felt that Chloe had revealed something to him
in the form of an abstraction or a clue, but he couldn't
be sure if she was really trying to say something or
merely posturing for more of the attention that she
craved. He watched her spreading the table cloth and
arranging the plates, silverware and glasses on the picnic
table outside the kitchen window. She was lonely, he could
be certain about that much right now, and hopefully he
would know a great deal more by the end of the weekend. He
put the food on the serving tray and carried it out to the
patio where he found that Chloe had arranged their plates
together on the same side of the table. They would be
sitting side by side looking out over the back yard. He
sat down and watched her unfold the paper napkin and
carefully place it over her lap where the denim skirt
pulled up near the top of her thighs. The fabric of her
shirt hung loosely on her chest and her hazel hair
cascaded over her shoulders.
"I like your back yard, you have more trees and
bushes and flowers than we do," Chloe said. "Our place
just has a big pool which is really just a big hole in the
ground full of chemical water that birds can't drink."
"I'm glad you like it." Samuel felt a little ashamed
because he considered his home to be an embarrassment in
comparison to the way Chloe had lived since the day she
was born, but that aside, she appeared perfectly at ease
in these relatively unpretentious surroundings and she
seemed grateful for even the slightest gesture of courtesy
that he directed toward her.
"This has been a wild summer so far. Just us girls
and you guys spending all our time together. It's so
different."
"Has it been fun for you?"
"Oh yes, especially this weekend. I love getting away
from my parents."
"It's kind of funny, we've been around each other a
lot but we never really had a chance to talk."
"I guess things are different when other people are
around. Right now I feel like I'm meeting you for the
first time. Isn't that strange?"
"The same thing occurs to me. It's kind of like a
blind date."
"I've never been on one of those."
"This is going to be a good one, I can tell."
Chloe's voice was faint, almost like a whisper. "I
like hanging out with you," she said.
"Why is that?"
"You're not pushy."
"There are things that I like about you too."
"Really, like what?"
"You don't criticize."
Chloe smiled and fiddled with her napkin, looking shy
and vulnerable, a reversal from the brash behavior that
she normally displayed at home. He hadn't noticed while it
was happening but he could see it now; she had changed
into a girl he had never known, or perhaps it was him,
maybe he had managed to release his expectations and was
now seeing her accurately for the first time. In any case,
the veil had lifted without fanfare, like a fog silently
retreating from a fertile meadow. The more clearly he was
able to see her the more fascinating she became; Chloe
existed alright, and she was a force nature so compelling
that for the next two days there would be little else
worthy of even a passing consideration.
"There's something else Chloe. Tonight I'm seeing
strength in you that I hadn't noticed before, a foundation
of character, you're made from the good stuff. It's the
kind of thing a person is born with, you've either got it
or you don't, it can't be bought or learned. You're going
to be somebody important someday." Samuel looked around
the yard and wondered where those words had come from; he
had meant what he said without having thought about it;
his mouth had opened and the words came out as if it was a
speech prepared in advance for just this moment.
Chloe squirmed on her seat. "Thank you for saying
those kinds of things Mr. Moran, but I see myself in the
mirror every day and I know myself and I know that's not
really true."
Samuel turned toward her and moved a little closer.
"Maybe an outsider can see you better than you can see
yourself. What I see in your mirror is something new and
wonderful with each passing minute." Chloe looked at him
and then turned her gaze over the back yard. A breeze
ruffled the tree leaves and a robin hurried to pull
another worm out of the lawn before nightfall.
"Nobody ever said something like that to me."
"In that case it was long overdue."
"I don't know about that," she said, straightening
her posture. Chloe inhaled and filled her lungs with air,
stretching her arms overhead and pulling her shoulders
back, lifting her breasts in a way that made her nipples
protrude from beneath the shirt. She seemed poised and
confidant, in contrast to her expressed insecurity. She
crossed her knife and fork on the plate, touching the
napkin to her lips and then sliding so close that their
legs were touching. "I think that it can be fun to just be
with someone you like and not say anything," she said. A
surge flowed into Samuel, reminding him of what it felt
like to be her age; it was like a spell had been cast and
he was young again, vital and impatient with desire; if
only he could stay this way forever. "I know what you
mean," he said. "There are times when you're silent and
you can almost hear what the other person is thinking." He
touched her shoulder with one fingertip and traced a line
down to her elbow.
Chloe sat there without moving, wondering what might
happen next. She watched his hand move from her arm to her
thigh and then over her skirt to the bottom of her blouse,
reaching under and touching her tummy, coming to rest with
a cupping of her left breast. The weekend hadn't even
started and amazing things were already happening. Her
bosom tingled with the thrill of being felt-up by her best
friend's dad. It was development that wasn't entirely
unanticipated; after all, she had noticed the way he
looked at her when they were hanging around the pool, not
that it was bad or anything, he was discreet like a
gentleman and that was a good sign, but still, he was a
man and she knew what that look meant, she just didn't
know how far he wanted to go.
"Why can't all guys be like you?"
"That would be boring."
"I didn't say that. I mean, there's something about
you that makes me think I'm okay."
"Any guy you're with should make you feel that way."
"Trust me, they don't."
Chloe's breast fit within the palm of his hand. Her
nipple stood up and became taut as he rolled the engorged
crown between the fleshy pads on his thumb and forefinger.
The thumping heartbeat within her ribcage gave witness to
the intensity of her response. He was with her in the kind
of silence that they had just discussed, and he did feel
like he knew what was on her mind; she was seeking a
refuge, she wanted him to blot out the world and become
the moat around her castle. She also liked the intimacy.
Was this what she had wanted from the beginning? Was
everything that had happened so far been a part of her
plan? Did she wear this loose fitting shirt to make it
easy for him to find her bare breasts or was it just a
stroke of luck? He would have time to discover her intent
and motivation as the weekend progressed, but for now he
was simply glad to be with her. The thrill of touching a
female hadn't been this intense since back when he was
Chloe's age, marveling for the first time at the delicate
mounds that adorn a young girl's chest. "You're fun,"
Chloe said, thinking the amazing part was that she had
just completed the ninth grade and here she was with a
grown man who she really liked and who seemed to have the
same feelings for her as well. He pulled up the shirt and
kissed her breasts, flicking his tongue over her nipples.
Warmth filled her chest and her pantie became damp. This
is the way it should be all the time and not just a rare
occurrence on a lucky weekend and he should have just kept
going but he pulled his mouth away and why would he do
that right now?
"I apologize for getting carried away Chloe."
"Oh you're okay. I understand how it can be for a
guy, and anyway, it wasn't that bad, or I mean it was
actually kind of enjoyable. I suppose there are worse
things that a guy could do."
"Thank you for understanding. I'm going to clean up
the table and after that we could watch a movie, if you
want to."
"I'd love to watch a movie."
"Would you like to pick one out from my collection?"
"Do you promise to like whatever I pick?"
"I give my word. See you in a few minutes."
Samuel didn't know what he was going to do next. Why
had he agreed to spend the weekend with a client's teenage
daughter? Forget that, what had come over him when he
groped her on the patio during dinner? And furthermore,
what was he going to do with her for the next two days? He
was the adult and he knew what he was supposed to do, but
he was also a man and he knew what he wanted to do as
well. There was no easy solution, this drama wasn't
playing out for his sole amusement, any decision he made
had to carefully factor in Chloe's feelings and that was
the tricky part because he now knew her well enough to
appreciate that nothing about her was trivial; the
complexities in her personality were just beginning to
emerge and it would be foolish to treat her with anything
less than full sincerity. He finished putting away the
dishes and walked out to the living room, finding that
Chloe had closed the curtains and dimmed the lighting. She
was relaxing on a large beanbag that she had pulled to the
middle of the floor, her legs extending over the carpet,
her toes turning in circles. Samuel smiled with a flush of
fading resolve; watching a movie with Chloe was starting
to look interesting.
"What movie did you pick?"
"Why don't you come over here with me and I'll show
you." Samuel sat down next to Chloe on the beanbag and
waited as she started the movie. She had chosen an obscure
title, one that he liked but which his wife dismissed as
trash. The story was set in England a long time ago. A
wealthy woman was trying to manage the estate that she had
recently inherited after the death of her husband. That
task alone would have been challenging enough, but the
widow also had to shield her daughter from the many older
men who were now frequenting the mansion with aspirations
of marrying into wealth, while at the same time hoping to
indulge in some carnal knowledge with a chaste girl of
tender age.
"I would never be allowed to watch this at home,"
Chloe said.
"The rules are under suspension this weekend."
"I like that. Do you have any ice cream?"
"Sure, if you want some I'll go get it." Chloe sat up
and put her hand on his shoulder. "No, let me do something
for you this time," she said, stopping the movie and then
running out to the kitchen. Samuel reached over and put
his hand on the warm spot where her body had indented the
beanbag and he listened to the sound of her activity in
the kitchen; the freezer opening, dishes clanking,
silverware clinking. He looked forward to her coming back.
She returned a few minutes later with one bowl of ice
cream and one spoon. She smiled and sat down, taking a
scoop of ice cream and then holding it up to his mouth.
"Some for you and then some for me," she said.
"Did you know that vanilla topped with chocolate
syrup was my favorite?"
"No, I just hoped that if I liked it then you would
too."
A grin spread over her face as she took a spoonful of
ice cream into her mouth and then licked around the edge
of spoon. The weekend was off to a great start, Chloe was
devoting a lot of energy to entertain him, being playful
and fun, and Samuel realized that his impressions of her
prior to this evening had been inaccurate; she was turning
out to be a blessing at a time when so much of what he had
based his life upon was crumbling. She had made him feel
young again and now he couldn't help being drawn into her
life, he was intrigued and he wanted to learn everything
there was to know about her.
Chloe giggled. "Sharing one bowl means there's half
the dishes to wash."
"Are you suggesting that we share all the time?"
"Only on special occasions."
A trickle of melted ice cream dribbled down from the
corner of Chloe's mouth. She briefly directed a
mischievous glance toward him before wiping it off with
her finger and then immediately returning her attention
the movie where at this moment a well-dressed gentleman
was fondling a young girl while her mother sipped tea with
some guests in the adjacent room. Samuel had seen the
movie several times before so from his point of view the
main interest tonight was to watch how Chloe would react
to the seductions being played out before her. She seemed
to be enjoying it and even blushed a little as she set the
empty ice cream bowl on the floor, stretching out on the
beanbag, putting her hands behind her head, seemingly
unaware that the denim skirt had pulled up to the top of
her thighs. Beneath the yellow shirt her nipples were
standing up like pencil erasers and her legs had begun to
drift apart. The movie's mature subject matter was
beginning to have an effect.
"My dad won't let me go out on dates."
"I suppose we could pretend you're on one now."
"Yeah, let's make it a stay out all-night date."
"Whatever it is, I just want you to have fun."
"Do you really mean that?"
"Absolutely, this weekend is all about Chloe."
"My dad could learn a few things from you."
"Are you enjoying the movie?"
"I love it, but look; a good part is coming up so we
have to stop talking."
She was right about that. In this scene some
officials from a neighboring town were spending the night
at the mansion as the personal guests of the matriarch.
The hour was late and everyone had gone to bed, everyone
except for one gentleman who had become enchanted with the
young girl who throughout the day always seemed to be
stationed beside her mother. The hours passed as he waited
for a chance usher the daughter to someplace private, but
his hopes were repeatedly thwarted as the teenager was
never allowed to venture beyond the boundaries of parental
supervision. However, now it was past midnight and
everyone would be asleep. This was the time to act; the
opportunity may never come again. He made the journey
through the dark house all the way to the daughter's room
where he went inside without knocking on the door. He
climbed into her bed while imploring her silence. The girl
was shocked by the sudden intrusion as she was still in
her teenage years and had little experience in dealing
with the lustful desires of grown men, however, she did
make a valiant attempt to resist the man's advances,
wrapping herself in the blanket, pushing his hands away,
covering her breasts and squeezing her legs together, but
through it all she never called for help even though she
was under duress; this man was her mother's guest and she
couldn't be certain what conclusions the other visitors
might form upon finding her in such a compromising
position. In time her resolve began to weaken as the man
persisted with numerous kisses and ceaseless fondling
beneath her nightgown. He finally succeeded with the
placement of his hand inside her underpants, precisely
between her legs, touching her there until she began to
quietly moan and spread her legs apart in an display of
undeniable submission; she was unable to oppose him any
longer, she gave up and allowed him to have his way in the
late hours of the night while her mother was sleeping just
a few feet down the hallway. When the man was fully spent
he got up and returned to his room, leaving her confused
but satisfied, and when they all came together for
breakfast the next morning both of them acted like nothing
had happened, except that he did wink at her from across
the table when nobody was looking and that made her blush.
"Whew, that was really steamy," Chloe said. "But
don't you think he should have talked to her and got her
to say 'yes' before he started climbing all over her?"
"Well, of course, but it's just a movie Chloe. You're
old enough to know the difference between a made-up story
and reality, aren't you?"
"It seemed real enough to me."
Samuel considered her comment and wondered if it had
been a good idea to let Chloe see this particular movie;
she was still watching it with apparent interest but he
couldn't be sure if she was becoming upset or aroused or a
little of both. Fortunately the final scene was coming to
a close; the mother was standing on the church altar
taking the vows of marriage with the same man who had
slept with her daughter, and she said the words "I do,"
even as he cast an eye toward the young girl who gave
every indication of being happy with the new family
arrangement. "Look at this way Chloe; you have to admit
that she did seem to be pleased about her mother marrying
him."
"That's true, and I'm happy or her, but I don't think
it always works out like that in real life."
"Maybe so, but for the rest of this weekend real life
can be anything you want."
"It's a little hard for me to adjust; being here with
you is like going to a different country. I'm still
getting used to it. Does ice cream make you sleepy?"
"Sugar has that effect on some people."
"I can barely keep my eyes open."
"Take a nap if you feel like it, we're not on any
schedule."
"You're better to me than I deserve Mr. Moran, sorry,
I mean Sam. If you don't mind I think I'll just close my
eyes for a few minutes and after that we can talk some
more."
Chloe yawned and rolled her head on the beanbag,
finding a comfortable position for her head, her eyelids
narrowing into slits and finally closing. She appeared to
be at peace with herself which Samuel found to be
gratifying because he had been sensing something somber in
her outlook and was hoping to cheer her up a bit. How
bewitching it was to watch her sleeping; there was her
hair tumbling in chestnut waves over her shoulders, her
breasts rising with each breath, her legs sprawling over
the carpet, and her pantie peeking out from behind the hem
of her skirt. She was pretty; how could he be expected to
resist her? Surely a little touching wouldn't do any harm.
The hollow sound of her breathing indicated that she had
slipped into a deep slumber. Right now might his best
opportunity all night. Samuel placed his hand over her
beast, holding still, feeling her warmth radiating into
his palm, and then he gave the fleshy knoll a slight
squeeze followed by a rolling of the nipple between his
thumb and forefinger, and then he tried out her other
breast and found it to be equally beautiful and receptive.
Caressing a sleeping girl certainly was fun and Samuel
became intent on exploring some more possibilities with
Chloe before she awoke. He decided to move his hand down
to her thigh where the lovely leg muscle was firm and
smooth without a hint of hair anywhere. Samuel examined
her closely, taking in every square inch from her painted
toe nails all the way up to the pantie where the curvature
of her pubic mound formed a captivating crescent beneath
the yellow fabric.
An interruption in the rhythm of Chloe's breathing
suggested an awakening, but that concern proved unfounded
as she only shifted position while remaining asleep.
Samuel pulled her leg to the side, leaving a trail of
kisses up her thigh, only stopping when his nostrils
twitched at the scent drifting out from behind her pantie.
There was silence all through the house except for the
tinkling of a wind chime outside the back door. He touched
the tip of his nose to Chloe's pantie, moving it along the
length of her pubic mound, nuzzling the fleshy slope
through the damp fabric while inhaling her fragrance. Then
he wrapped two fingers under the leg band, pulling the
pantie to the side. Her ruby hued genital lips spread
apart with the nurturing of his tongue. The feminineness
was overpowering, he was here with her and for her,
transcending; being male and female in nature and purpose,
but still, the memory stuck like a red stain on a white
shirt. He had been a senior in high school when she first
appeared in the French language class. She had talked to
him on her first day which was amazing because she was
perfect and she was too good for him, but she seemed to
have made a choice, smiling, waving, and laughing; joining
him in the hall and the lunchroom. He wanted to ask her
out on a date but waited, thinking it was too soon or that
she might not like him that much or think that he was
moving too fast, and then it was too late, Hunter came
after her and took her to a party and the next day she was
changed; the glow had vanished, replaced with something
vacant and far away. She withdrew, sitting alone during
lunch, looking down when walking between classes, avoiding
conversations. Rumors circulated that she had given it up
for Hunter on the first date. Guys made crude jokes and
the girls who had previously been her friends now excluded
her from their social groups. Samuel wanted to be on her
side and help her and he tried to talk to her but it was
like she was running away from everyone, and when he did
find her in a place where they could be alone she just
looked at him as if she wanted to come out with something
and then moments later made an excuse to leave. He knew
Hunter and he knew how to separate the lies from the
truth; she hadn't given up anything, Hunter had taken what
he wanted and then cast her aside. Samuel hated himself
for what had happened to her, he deserved a beating, he
deserved the shame; if he just hadn't been such a coward
and asked her out first then things would have turned out
differently. The thought of her hung like a portrait in
his mind. She had become a ghost, unknowable, untouchable,
and Samuel winced when he realized that tonight he had
seen a wisp of that same darkness in Chloe.
She moved her hips a little but remained asleep. The
tip of his tongue slipped between the flowery folds and
into the slit where the nectar flowed in an aromatic
trickle. It had been so easy to lead Chloe into this
compromising situation; feeding her ice cream, showing her
a sexy movie, listening to her concerns, gaining her trust
and then taking advantage of her. She seemed to have been
specially created for this moment, a girl put in this
place and time just for him, but what should he do with
such a gift? On this particular occasion he found little
incentive to follow any of the established moral
guideposts, he could only focus on what it would take to
soothe the desire that held him in its grasp. She was here
with him now by a twist of fate, a young girl ripe and
ready for the taking, a love offering that would appease
his hunger and settle the score with her father. "Ohhh,
ummmm" Chloe murmured. The hollow breathing sound vanished
and she began to stir. Samuel assumed that she might be
waking up so he pulled the pantie back to its proper place
and got up and lay beside her on the beanbag. A few
seconds later she opened her eyes, squinting, focusing on
him, smiling and holding a hand over her mouth to cover a
yawn. "I'm so sorry, I only wanted to close my eyes for a
few seconds, but I guess I must have fallen asleep."
"That's okay, I know you were tired."
"All that working around the house today wore me out.
I thought that was what maids were for."
"We won't be doing any housework this weekend."
"I'm so glad. How did the movie end?"
"That night after the wedding he waited until his
bride had fallen asleep and then he went back to
daughter's bedroom to be with her again."
"Oh no, what did the daughter do?"
"She let him in and kept it a secret."
"That's terrible, but I think I understand how she
felt. Can we watch that movie again sometime?"
"Sure, whenever you want."
"I like this is better than staying at my home,"
Chloe said, cuddling up as if she was his girlfriend, and
perhaps that was what she had become, which was fine
Samuel. Sure, outsiders would denounce it as a less than
wholesome experience for a girl her age, but from his
perspective there really wasn't anything wrong with two
people enjoying each other's company, or at least that's
the way it seemed from behind the closed curtains and the
darkness of night. Samuel moved his hand down from her
shoulder, cupping her breast, and in response Chloe said,
"Oh," and then snuggled even closer. He fondled her
through the shirt, fascinated by the shape and feel of her
breasts, loving the way her nipples became firm in
response to the stimulation, and he responded as well,
hardening as he leaned over and kissed her lips with their
tongues entwining within moist confines of her mouth. When
the kiss finally ended Chloe rolled her head back on the
beanbag and looked up at him. Her skirt had worked itself
all the way up to her hips but that didn't seem to be of
any concern for her.
"Is that how you kiss Rachel goodnight?"
"Ummm, not exactly," he said in what must have been a
disconcerted tone of voice because Chloe immediately sat
up and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder.
"Hey, I was just joking."
"I know."
Chloe winked. "You kiss really good."
"So do you, sorry I got carried away again."
"I understand, don't worry about it."
"Alright then, I have a surprise for you."
"Oh good, I love surprises. What is it?" Samuel took
hold of Chloe around the back and under her knees and
stood up with her in his arms. He carried her down the
hallway where the nightlight's faint green glow guided him
toward their destination. "Sam, where are you taking me?"
He walked into his bedroom and set her down on the bed,
turning on the small brass lamp that stood on the
nightstand. Chloe propped herself up on her elbow and
looked around the room.
"It's your bedtime Chloe."
"But this is your room."
"Tonight it's yours."
"That's very generous, but where will you sleep?"
"Don't worry about me, I'll find someplace."
Chloe yawned and collapsed backward with her head on
the pillow. "I'm too tired to put on pajamas."
"You don't have to."
"May I have a glass of water please? Sometimes I get
thirsty in the middle of the night."
"Sure, I'll get it for you." Samuel went to the
kitchen and returned with a glass of water, finding that
Chloe had thrown back the blanket and covered herself with
just a bed-sheet, which would be adequate for this warm
summer night. He sat on the side of the bed and held the
edge of the glass to her mouth, watching her take a sip
and then wipe a finger across her lips. "What are we going
to do tomorrow?" she said.
"Anything we want."
"I have to warn you, I like to watch cartoons on
Saturday morning."
"I'll watch them with you."
"Really? You are so different. My parents have never
watched cartoons with me."
"That's too bad."
"Yes it is." Chloe took a deep breath and nuzzled her
face into the pillow. "I'm getting sleepy again."
"Alright then, no more talking, I'll see you in the
morning."
"Goodnight Sam."
Samuel set the glass of water on the nightstand and
then waited as Chloe's eyelids came together. She looked
different while asleep, calm and unworried, and he found
that the simple act of watching her was a great pleasure,
so that's all he did for nearly an hour, until the hollow
sound returned to her breathing, a sure sign that she had
fallen to the same type of deep slumber as when she was on
the beanbag. She rolled onto her back, head turned to the
side, brown hair spreading over the pillow, chest rising
and falling with each breath. Samuel pulled the bed sheet
off her shoulders and down her stomach, below her waist
and across her legs, leaving it in a bunch on the bottom
of the bed. He leaned over, submerging his nose in her
hair, inhaling, taking in her scent, pulling away and
returning to kiss her cheek, neck, tummy and legs. Her
breasts rose up like foothills on the horizon as he
released the bottom button on her shirt and then then next
button and so on until the front of her shirt lay open and
he was free to gaze upon her naked chest. Chloe's breasts
made a slight upward curve where the coin sized circles of
olive skin crowned the lovely peaks. She was just a girl,
but she was like something created by an artist, a
treasure, original, natural and complete. He gently
squeezed the beautiful slopes, kissing each one, brushing
her nipples with the tip of his tongue.
"Sweet dreams," he whispered.
Samuel slid his hand along the inside of her thigh,
stopping when he reached the pantie; her pubic mound was
swollen, making her seem more like a grown woman instead
of his daughter's friend. The time had come to take the
next step. Samuel released the tie and button from the
wrap-around denim skirt and carefully pulled it open,
looking at her as she lay there, unaware that she was now
clothed in only her pantie and an unbuttoned shirt. It was
nothing more than a natural progression; at least that is
what he told himself when he decided to take a few
liberties as she slept. He began by touching his finger
where the pantie stretched over the fleshy folds of her
vagina. "Mmmmmm," she purred, turning her head on the
pillow. She was still deeply asleep so he felt confident
enough to take hold of the waistband on her pantie and
pull it down, just an inch or two at time, carefully
sliding it under her bottom and then down her legs until
he had it completely removed, and then he held the yellow
fabric against to his face, inhaling the essence as he
gazed between her thighs.
Everything in the bedroom appeared like it normally
did except that his wife was gone, replaced by Chloe, a
girl who was smart, attractive, and fun, and he liked her
and he had come too far to turn back. Samuel began to
undress as he would on any other night, unfastening the
belt, pulling it through the loops, hanging his pants in
the closet, dropping his underwear in the laundry basket.
He stood at the foot of the bed, unclothed, staring, an
erection extending over her feet, and he was grateful for
the arousal because it was something that had been missing
from this bedroom for a long time. He walked around the
side of the bed and sat next to her for a few minutes and
then he leaned over until his mouth was on top of her
vagina and he licked between the folds and into the pink
passageway and he tasted her juice and he consoled himself
with the proposition that it was pointless to try and turn
away from a girl who was irresistible. She looked younger
than fifteen, a perception enhanced by the way she had
turned her head on the pillow, holding her hand up to her
mouth with her thumb almost touching her lips. Samuel
knelt between her legs and positioned the tip of his
hardened phallus where his tongue had been, spreading her
open and pressing inward, feeling the pressure squeezing
around him and waiting until she gave way and then pushing
in some more, sliding into the warmth of her fine and
beautiful body. Chloe wasn't as tight as he had expected,
but that didn't matter, she was wet and ready and so with
great care he went to work, sliding in and out, watching
to see how she would respond to this nocturnal intrusion.
She continued to accommodate him without any noticeable
difficulty. Sure, he was no larger than the average guy,
nothing to brag about, but still, she was only fifteen and
here she was taking in the full extent of a man and not
even waking up. This was one amazing girl. She looked so
lovely with a cock stuffed inside her pussy. "Uuummmm,"
Chloe moaned as her hips began to push upward. Her father
would be furious if he knew.
Keeping her eyes closed while pretending to be asleep
had seemed like the best choice. Avoiding confrontation
was always best when dealing with a man, but how was she
to know that he would take it this far? It was going to be
difficult to maintain the charade for much longer. What
was it about her that attracted these older guys? Why
wouldn't they leave her alone? Not that there had been so
many of them, actually there had only been two others. The
beginning was still fresh in her mind even though it
happened years ago in the seventh grade when late one
night she had awoken from a nightmare and run to her
parents' room, bounding into their bed and snuggling
between them in the dark. The thing that was most
important right now though was that she really enjoyed
spending time with Samuel. Of course there was the
complication that he was her best friend's dad but it
wasn't like it was a big surprise or anything, especially
on a weekend like this. It was more like they had gone
ahead and taken a step that was bound to happen
eventually, so why not now? Hopefully this time it would
be a step in the right direction, unlike that night when
she had slept between her mom and dad, thinking of herself
as spectator, witnessing from a distance the pain and
foggy excitement that rose until she pulled her knees back
and pointed her toes, gripping him and shuddering and
waiting in silence until he finished. In the morning her
mom had asked, "How did you sleep last night?" and she
hadn't replied, wondering how her mom could have slept
through it. Nobody else knew how the family changed after
that night. Her mom became distant, avoiding eye contact
and conversations, treating her more like a houseguest who
would be leaving soon enough, and as for her dad, he paid
more attention to her than she ever wanted, especially
when her mom was away from home which started happening
more often and for longer periods of time. There was no
doubt that the family was different these days and she
wasn't the same girl anymore either, she felt stained and
self-conscious around her friends at school, imagining
that everyone knew what she had done and hated her for it,
and now to make matters even more complicated here she was
with her girlfriend's dad. At least Mr. Moran was
unselfish and unhurried. Why just those things alone were
a big improvement over what she had known, and by this
time in her life she wasn't exactly innocent anymore so
she might as well get involved, and besides, it had become
boring to just lay here pretending to be asleep, but what
was she supposed to say at a time like this? She decided
to turn her head on the pillow and look at him until he
saw that she was awake. She opened her eyelids and gazed
at him but he was too involved in what he was doing to
notice so she raised up on her elbows and this time he did
see her and immediately became motionless, staring at her
like a horny statue. He looked guilty, maybe even
frightened, and she didn't want to ruin things for him but
she did consider her options, knowing that she was now in
a position of power and could have a major influence over
how the rest of this weekend would unfold.
"Why Mr. Moran, what are you doing?"
He gulped and looked around the room. Was he hoping
to find some excuse printed on the wall? "I'm sorry Chloe,
I couldn't help it."
"I figured out that much already."
"You look beautiful when you're asleep."
"Thank you, nobody ever said that to me before, but
really Mr. Moran, do you think this is a proper way to
treat a houseguest?"
"Please call me Sam."
"Okay Saaaammm, but this really isn't the time to be
getting picky about names."
"Alright, here's what happened. I watched you
sleeping for a long time and then I thought that touching
you for just a little while wouldn't be so different from
what we'd already done and once I got started I couldn't
stop."
"You better not."
"Better not stop? Does that mean you don't mind?"
"Let's just say this is better than what I'm used
to."
"And what exactly is that?"
Chloe pinched her eyebrows together; she had to be
more careful. "Never mind, you wouldn't understand."
"Hum, you know Chloe; keeping something to yourself
is a sure way to make me think about it all the time."
Chloe thought about it for a moment and decided it
wasn't worth being with him if she couldn't be honest
about what she had done and how she had become the person
that she was right now. "You have to keep this a secret
Sam. I would die if anyone else found out. I'd have to
move to a different state."
"I promise Chloe. We're at a point where we have to
trust each other."
Chloe hesitated before speaking. "I'm finding it hard
to talk about this, you see, it was really all my fault,
if I hadn't been so stupid and crawled into bed with my
parents then it never would have happened. I guess I had
it coming."
"What are you saying Chloe?"
"Well, it's like this, you see, my dad and I have
been, you know." She turned her head to the side, "please
don't make me say it."
Chloe looked as if she had been alive for hundred
years, already having heard or seen anything he could say
or do. She had a way of drawing out his protective
instincts even as he wanted her more with each passing
minute. He imaged the thing to which she had alluded,
combining that impression with the thought of his own
daughter, and he became exceedingly erect, pressing all
the way into her. So this was why it had been so easy,
Chloe's own father had been preparing her, sexing her up,
imbuing the fifteen-year-old with a base sensuality,
getting her ready for a night like this.
"How long has it been going on Chloe?"
"A couple years I guess, I was thirteen, but it seems
like my whole life."
"What about your mother, does she suspect anything?"
"I doubt it. My mom's too busy to worry about me.
She's away from home most of the time so and he always
seems to be there whenever she's gone."
"How are your parents getting along?"
"They kind of go their own separate ways. My dad
stays busy at work and my mom always has to go somewhere."
"Hum, just like this weekend except this time you're
here."
"Yeah, I never miss a chance to get away from home."
"Why did say that you had it coming?"
"Because I started it, I was the one who got into
their bed. It never would have happened if I'd stayed in
my room."
"Maybe, but have you considered the possibility that
you were set-up?"
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it Chloe. Your father always happens to
be there at the time your mom leaves. Do you think it's
always a coincidence?" The light in Chloe's eyes flickered
with understanding. "You're right Mr. Moran, how could I
have been so stupid? My mom knows and she's choosing to
look the other way."
"We know that's a possibility, but we don't know for
sure."
"I'm pretty sure you're right, it makes sense. How
could I have been so blind to not see what was happening?"
Chloe thrust her hips in a way that seemed more about
anger than pleasure.
"Sometimes we don't want to see things the way they
really are. Did your father ever talk to you about it
after that first night?"
Shaking her head, "Not at all, he simply waited until
another day when Mom was gone so he could get me again.
Now he just does it whenever. It's like I'm his afternoon
snack or something. He comes after me every time my mom
leaves the house and to be honest it was difficult at
first but I've gotten used to it, there's just no use in
fighting. At least now I know there are other ways, I
mean, it's like you've actually thought about what I'm
feeling. You can't imagine what a difference that is."
"You have a right to expect as much."
"Mrs. Moran is lucky to have a husband like you."
"She might disagree, but this has got me thinking
Chloe. There might be something here that we're both
missing. It just may be that my wife set up this weekend
so that you would become a diversion for me."
"Do you think so? I'm glad." Chloe winked, "I must
remember to thank her."
"Maybe I should too, you see, I realize now that I've
wanted to be with you for a long time. Having you here for
the weekend is so exciting for me, there was no way that I
could hold back, but I do apologize for taking liberties
while you were asleep, that wasn't playing fair."
"Relax Sam, it's not like you're my first guy, or
even the second for that matter."
"How may has there been?"
"Besides you, just two, the other one was a teacher
at school, Mr. Watson. He got me in the science lab after
class one day. Ha, ha, another older guy just like you.
Hum, is there something about me that turns you guys on?"
Samuel reached up and squeezed her breast. "There sure is.
You're young and beautiful and full of life and guys like
me dream about being with a girl exactly like Chloe
Hampton. Think about it. If you were a guy wouldn't you
want to be with a girl like you?"
"You know, now that I think about it, I would."
"And here's something else Chloe. You're not the only
girl in the ninth grade that crossed the line at home.
Your friends just don't talk about it."
"I never imagined," she said, her eyebrows pinching
together. "Wish that was all there was to it Sam, and what
makes you such an expert anyway?" "Hey, are you just
saying that to make me feel better?"
"Exactly, but it's also true. I hope this will make
you feel better too." Samuel rubbed his cockhead over
Chloe's clitoris which was protruding from beneath its
fleshy hood. Then he moved it down and slipped it back
into her pussy. It felt like she wanted him back.
"Oooohhhh Sam, you feel so good." The walls of her cunt
began to undulate, contracting, squeezing and milking his
erection, lubricating him with the nectar that bubbled
beyond her pussy lips and then dripped down over her anus,
running through her crack and soaking into the bed sheet.
"You're so good Chloe. I've got to have you." His voice
was a gentle growl and she could feel him becoming bigger,
and she liked that he was focusing all his energy on her
and that alone was enough to make her feel better.
Experience told her what was about to happen so she held
her hips in a way that enabled him to push all the way
inside. This guy wasn't like anyone else, she mattered,
and she was stunned with the discovery that she possessed
the power to tame a man like him. She thrust her hips
upward as her lover pushed the tip of his cock inward to
the deepest recess of her pussy. He hugged her and
groaned, rotating his cock in a manner that stretched her
in new and different ways, sending waves of pleasure
rippling through her body, and then she felt the
unmistakable signs, a shudder in his torso, and the twitch
of his cock. "Aawwwooo Chloooeee, you sweet girl," he
cried out. She wrapped her legs around his back, holding
the trembling man and marveling at how his cock seemed to
grow as it pulsated inside of her, and she closed her eyes
in the knowledge that he had lost himself with her, and
she could feel the thick fluids making the transition from
him to her, coalescing with her essence and becoming a
part of her.
Afterward she lay there in silence with him on top of
her. He was spent and exhausted, shrinking, but continuing
to hug and kiss her, acting like he would never let her
go. Her pussy continued to throb, so she rubbed him with
it. Warmth radiated throughout her body, bringing a
satisfaction and a peace of mind that had escaped her up
until this night. Chloe considered what he had said about
having the right to expect certain things from a man, and
she made a vow to herself that this was how it would be
for now on.
* * *
Sunlight glowed through the curtain on Saturday
morning. Chloe clung to him throughout the night, and when
she finally awoke she kissed him on the cheek and
whispered, "Time to get up, sleepyhead." She said it with
a familiarity that made it sound as if she had been
sleeping in this room for a few years instead of a few
hours. They had stayed up later than was typical for
either of them and had overslept as a result, but that
didn't matter because it was the weekend and they were
alone and there was nobody to tell them what to do. Samuel
made strawberry pancakes for breakfast, which Chloe found
to be delicious, and on an impulse she tried some coffee
for the first time. The caffeine had an energizing
influence and she found herself bursting with things to
say but she decided sit quietly for the time being as
there would be plenty of time for talking later on.
Nothing special was planned for the day other than just
hanging around the house and relaxing, which was going to
seem like a vacation because it had been a long time since
she had been able to do that at home. They decided to
shower separately after breakfast. Chloe went to the
bedroom and retrieved her overnight bag and opened it for
the first time since Samuel had brought her into the
house. Then she went to the bathroom and sat down on the
toilet, relieving herself, wiping, flushing, washing her
hands, and then brushing her teeth and rinsing with
mouthwash. She stayed in the shower for twenty minutes,
enjoying the sensation of the hot water massaging the back
of her neck, and she let her mind wander back to the
previous night's encounter, feeling surprised that her
nipples became hard by merely thinking about Mr. Moran.
After the shower she decided to play a trick on him by
putting on her pajamas, something that wasn't entirely
inappropriate because after all, this was the weekend and
she always watched cartoons in her pajamas on Saturday
morning.
When Samuel came out to the living room he found
Chloe nestled among the sofa pillows in her koala print
pajamas. She looked at him and adjusted the towel that was
wrapped around her hair and then she turned her attention
back to the television, giggling at the cartoons. The
sight of her in this setting created an impression of
youth, reminding Samuel of how his feelings for her had
developed overnight and how much he enjoyed spending time
with her. Chloe took the tube of skin cream from the table
and applied some of it to her arms. It was an expensive
lotion that his wife had ordered from Europe, justifying
the expense by claiming that it was the only product that
worked on her skin. Samuel had thought it was a waste of
money, but now it wouldn't bother him if Chloe squeezed
out every last drop. "I've been waiting forever, what took
you so long?" she said.
"That's how long it takes me to shower."
"I thought girls were supposed to spend more time in
the bathroom."
"I'm an exception to the rule."
Chloe smiled laughed. "In more ways than one, and
after all that time you only put on a bathrobe. Are you
going to watch cartoons with me like you promised?"
Samuel sat next to her. "Of course, did you think I
wouldn't keep my word?"
"I don't know, but I'm glad you did. When I'm at home
I always have to watch them alone. Can I tell you a secret
and will you promise not to tell anyone?"
"This will be secret number two Chloe, and my answer
for you will always be yes. I'm on your side."
"That's good because our family is kind of falling
apart. My dad's been drinking more than ever before and
when he does he becomes mean to me and Mom. I think she's
going to leave him and that's scary because I don't know
what's going to become of me. I couldn't stand to live
alone with my dad and my mom acts like she doesn't want to
be part of my life. I'm afraid I might end up living in an
orphanage or under a bridge or something. I thought about
running away but I don't see how people can do that."
"I had no idea. Everything seems so normal whenever
we come to visit you."
"Yeah, I know, we put on a good show. I get so
depressed about it. Sometimes I think I'd rather die. I
can tell you another secret. Sometimes I get this numb
feeling and everything seems far away like looking though
a telescope backwards, and then I think about cutting
myself." Chloe wrapped her fingers around her forearm and
he imagined a knife slicing the skin on her wrist, cutting
through a vein, a trickle of blood, her face growing pale,
the life seeping out of her; no, that could never happen,
he cared about her, he wouldn't allow it. "Look Chloe,
this is important, if things ever get to that point again
I want you to call me, call me before it gets like that, I
will help you, and know this; you can always come and live
here if things don't work out at home; I'll adopt you if
that's what it takes."
"Are you serious? I can't believe I heard you say
that, oh thank you Mr. Moran, I mean Sam, I feel like a
big weight has been taken off of me. I promise I won't ask
you for any favors unless I really need it."
"Just make the call Chloe, that's all I ask."
Samuel hadn't watched cartoons since before Rachel
was a teenager. On a typical Saturday morning he would
normally have other things to do, but on this day he
actually enjoyed the programs. There was an element of
happiness in being with Chloe and based upon what she had
just said it would probably be a good idea to stay with
her for the time being. She gave the appearance of being
comfortable with him. At this point in his life that
seemed like a wonderful thing and he would not ask for
anything more. She giggled and snuggled next to him. Her
naturally creamy skin was what his wife had hoped to
attain by using that ridiculously expensive lotion, which
as it turned out didn't accomplish anything at all and
Samuel knew that it never would no matter how often his
wife plastered herself with it so he might as well let
Chloe use as much of the lotion as she wanted, after all,
he had paid for it.
"Chloe, how would you like me to put some skin lotion
on you?"
Looking at him and smiling, "Sure, put it on my
stomach, I get itchy down there."
Chloe turned around and lay back with her head
resting on his thigh, her hair spreading out in waves. She
pulled the pajama up to her breasts. A web of red lines
extended outward from her navel like bent bicycle spokes,
bumps resembling insect bites dotted her stomach. Getting
itchy was an understatement; it was more like a rash.
Samuel squeezed a line of lotion across her tummy and
rubbed it in. "What's causing these marks on your skin
Chloe?"
"It's nothing serious or anything like that. I just
worry about stuff a lot and for some reason that makes me
itch, I don't know why. I scratch without thinking about
it until I get all red. I can't help it. I guess it's just
one more way that I'm weird."
"Have I done something to make you feel that way?"
"Nooo, not at all. It probably flared up after we
talked about my family, that'll do it every time so don't
worry about it, okay?"
"I'm sorry I brought it up. How about we make a rule
for you and me this weekend; no worries allowed."
"Okay Doctor Sam, but now I want you to check my
legs. I might get itchy there too." Chloe lifted one foot
straight up above her, letting the pajama's loose fitting
fabric slide down her thigh. There wasn't a hair to be
seen along the length of her leg. Samuel began with her
foot, applying the lotion around her ankle and between her
toes. "Go easy, my feet can be ticklish," she said. He
squeezed the tube again, squirting a white stripe from
calf to thigh. This pricy concoction was finally being put
to good use. Chloe deserved the best, after all, wasn't
that what she had given him last night? Yes it was, and it
was a lot more than his wife had done in a long time.
Samuel lifted her other leg. The pajama pulled snugly over
her crotch, like a gift-wrap for the soft mound that had
given him so much pleasure the night before. "Are you
going to use up all the lotion?" Chloe said as she turned
her head, accidentally bumping her cheek against a lump in
his bathrobe.
"Why not?"
"Maybe we should save some for tomorrow."
"Tomorrow can worry about itself."
Looking ahead to Sunday there were some concerns on
Samuel's mind; the first was that he didn't want to take
her back home, Chloe had become a part of him and he would
miss her, and there was her home life too, he felt
uncomfortable about returning her to a living situation
that was unstable. Chloe smiled and turned her head toward
the television, letting her knees fall open as she watched
cartoons. She chatted with a seeming indifference as he
slipped his hand inside the pajama top, sliding it up and
beyond the red marks. Her eyes blinked as he cupped her
graceful breast in the palm of his hand, her nipple
standing up boldly between his fingers. She was warm and
she was young and it was fun to feel-up a pretty girl
while she was watching cartoons. "Ha, ha, ha," Chloe
laughed, rocking her leg and staring at the television as
his hand moved under the waistband of her pajamas. It was
crazy to be like this with her best friend's dad, but that
was also what made it so thrilling, and obviously nobody
would approve of it, but who were they to judge her? She
hadn't been forced to do this, and besides, she liked Mr.
Moran, he treated her better than any guy ever had and she
was going to be with him and do whatever she wanted in
spite of what anybody might think, even her mother and
father.
The wetness oozed over Samuel's finger as he touched
the outer folds, parting but not penetrating, drawing
through the tender petals for several minutes before
circling the clitoral summit which sat like a crown above
her sexual flower. Chloe was warm to the touch and slick
with the nectar of arousal. The aroma was like an
invisible spirit that wafted through his nostrils and into
his mind, elevating his senses and enticing him to once
again pursue the fruit of her passion. In all his life
there had only been one other girl who could arouse him to
such a degree, but he wouldn't allow himself to think
about that person right now.
Tingles danced from her thighs to her stomach;
Saturday morning cartoons had never been this much fun.
Life would be so much better if she could come over here
every weekend, but couldn't he hurry up just a little? It
was almost like he was being too thoughtful, a kiss would
be appropriate at a time like this, not to mention some
other things as well. How long would she have to wait for
him to take her again? Oh well, sometimes a girl just has
to do things for herself. Chloe sat up and faced him,
pushing his head back against the sofa, leaning forward
and joining their lips together. She enjoyed having some
control over him but was startled by the way his tongue
immediately entered her mouth. He did have a knack for
surprising her with something unexpected; maybe she could
find a way to return the favor. Chloe got up on her knees
and straddled her legs across his thighs and to her
delight and encouragement he appeared to be impressed by
her aggressive behavior, so she sat down on his lap where
the rigid manliness lay hidden beneath the bathrobe. She
laughed and tickled him, rocking her hips, riding him,
granting his hands the freedom to roam under her pajamas
and squeeze her breasts, toying with her nipples as he
squirmed beneath the onslaught of her tickling fingers.
"Ah ha, I see you enjoy being tickled by a girl." Chloe
dug her fingers into his ribs, taking pleasure in the way
his hips were rolling between her parted thighs. "Keep it
up Chloe, you'll see what happens." She thought about it
for a moment and decided that he might be daring her to go
on, or perhaps he thought that she was only teasing. "I
think I will keep it up," she said while heaving her chest
over his face. All the jostling had caused the front of
his bathrobe to pull open, showing that he wasn't wearing
anything else, leaving her flimsy flannel pajama as the
only remaining barrier between. That certainly was an
interesting development but what was she supposed to do
now? They just don't teach this kind of thing to junior
high girls. She would just have to learn it on her own,
using her instinct, wiggling her hips and leaning forward,
rubbing on top of him, indulging in the warmth that spread
upward through her belly until she simply let go of her
mind and forgot about everything, even as he began to
lower the pajama bottom over her hips.
Chloe's eyes looked wild and reckless, becoming
panicky as he set about tickling her ribs, causing her to
squeal and tussle with him to such an extent that they
eventually rolled off the sofa, landing on the floor where
she laughed and kicked and screamed before scrambling up
on her knees to try and climb back onto the sofa, but
Samuel restrained her by taking hold of her waist, pinning
her against the seat cushion while kneeling behind her,
pressing against her bottom with the front of his bathrobe
wide open. "Mr. Moran, I have to get up on the couch, the
cartoons aren't over yet." Chloe squirmed and tried to get
away but soon realized that she was trapped between him
and the sofa. She clawed at the seat cushion as he slid
over her backside and she wondered what kind of guy he
really was and she wanted to see the type of emotion that
might be revealed in his eyes so she looked over her
shoulder and memorized every nuance in his facial
expression as he maneuvered through her cheeks and spread
apart the lips of her pussy. He seemed like a good guy.
There was no sign of the meanness that she had known
before him and that in itself was new and reassuring to
the point where she trusted him and felt safe even while
being held in a vulnerable position. Chloe rested her head
on the sofa cushion.
"You prefer young girls, don't you Mr. Moran."
It occurred to Samuel that between the two of them it
was Chloe who possessed the superior intellect; all she
was lacking was some education and life experience. "I
should have expected such a thought to cross your mind,"
he said. "I'm only surprised that you were bold enough to
come out and say it. Hopefully you won't judge me too
harshly. The truth about my life is a thing that I believe
you already understand; some people have a passion for
art, for others it's music, or literature, or food, but
for me there is nothing in the world more beautiful or
more desirable than a teenage girl, and that's especially
true for you."
"But why do you feel that way?"
"When I was your age it was girls like yourself who
made the first impression on me, and it was powerful and
permanent and I never got over it. However, there's
something subtle and more intricate at play in the case of
our being together now. I think we're going to be involved
with each other for a long time to come, I can feel it, do
you?"
"I do feel it," Chloe said. "I feel like we've been
swept up in something bigger than either of us. It's kind
of scary."
Chloe found it difficult to believe that he was being
honest. She thought that she understood what he meant but
some more time would be needed to figure out exactly what
he was all about. At this point she still didn't know if
he was trustworthy in a total sense. For right now though
it was kind of embarrassing to be down on her knees,
bending over, exposed in front of him, but what else could
she do? He just kept touching her in such a pleasing way,
unlike that other man in her life, and then there was a
special feeling and she looked back and saw the top of his
head barely above her bottom and she realized that the
sensation had been brought about by his tongue licking and
flicking all over back there and in there and then he slid
a finger all the way inside of her and he was moving it in
and out just like he was doing her for real and then
ooohhh what was that, now there was something like
electricity zapping in her bottom and his head was still
right there so it had to be his tongue on her... oh my
goodness, the girls at school think if they could see her
now?
"Mr. Moran, you're being wonderful I guess, but
exactly what are you doing?"
He didn't answer but she knew what he was doing
anyway and she was too scared to really think about it
because it had happened at home and it had been crude and
painful and she cringed at the memory of the jamming and
the jagged fingernail and she had blotted it out of her
mind and never wanted it to happen again but it did happen
whenever her mom was gone and she had just endured it and
hoped that it would end someday and now here was Sam but
somehow he was different and she realized that what she
was feeling was soft and moist and it couldn't be anything
more than the tip of his tongue tracing circles around her
bottom and that didn't hurt at all, as a matter of fact it
was wonderful.
This hadn't been part of his plan, but this is what
it had come to; the sight of Chloe kneeling in front of
the sofa had changed a passing thought into a fixation
that pushed aside other considerations, everything was
right there being presented to him like a gift. At the
moment she was clamped shut, but he knew that touching tip
of his tongue to the delicate wrinkles would send waves of
pleasure rippling throughout her bottom, possibly inducing
her to relax and after that anything could happen. Chloe
began to whimper, "Oooohhhh, it feels good Mr. Moran,
aaaahhhh, but what are you doing?" He ran the tip of his
tongue around her anus and then wiggled it at the midpoint
where the ridges coiled together in a vortex.
"Do you mind?"
"Well, you are being a gentleman so I guess a little
bit more would be okay."
Chloe's mind teemed with the fear that something
awful was going to happen, but she also harbored a hope
that this time would be different, another amazing
experience like the one she had last night. A bond had
begun to develop. Here was a man who acted like he
worshiped her whole being even if that did seem too good
to be true, and he certainly wasn't a dull man and she
liked how he kept finding ways to surprise her and right
now it felt like he had inserted two or maybe even three
fingers into her pussy, spreading her open and sliding in
and out and she realized that he was doing her with his
fingers all over again and it felt so sweet and wouldn't
it be great if he just went ahead and put the real thing
in there? She started to offer a word of encouragement but
could only gasp at the sensation of his tongue licking and
probing at her rear side, causing a mysterious energy to
radiate all through her back corridor. Nothing like this
had ever happened at home.
"I bet you do this with all the girls, Mr. Moran."
"Why won't you call me Sam?"
"I keep getting mixed up."
"Ok, you can call me anything you want, but I
wouldn't do this with just any girl."
"Then prove it. Make me feel even more special."
Chloe was perplexed at the response taking place
within her. She had always intended to run the other
direction if a guy even hinted of wanting to touch her
back there, but this morning something in her had begun to
change; she was starting to let down her guard. What was
happening to her? She could feel herself allowing the tip
of his tongue to squiggle inside of her bottom. He was
also rubbing her clitoris. The pleasure radiated like
sunshine inside of her and it was overwhelming her ability
to think rationally, persuading her to give him everything
and to expect nothing in return.
Samuel maneuvered the tip of his tongue over the
circular creases that lie between Chloe's cheeks. Her
moans indicated that she had found a measure of pleasure
in what he was doing, but she still remained constricted
to a degree that he would have interpreted as a sign that
he should abandon the endeavor, if only she hadn't
extended a silent invitation, repositioning her knees on
the floor, assuming a posture with her back arched and her
bottom upraised, waving him on with a gesture rather than
words. Samuel rolled his tongue into a tube, stiffening it
while pressing upon the center of her anus. She let out a
long exhale and seemed to shudder, saying, "Oh yes Sam,"
and then she finally relaxed to a degree that permitted
him pass through the tiny opening and into the dark
hotness of her bottom.
"OOOHHHH Mr. Moran, I always thought this would hurt,
but you make it sooooo amaaazzzzing."
"I'm glad you like it Chloe. I must say that you look
incredible on your knees."
"Mr. Moran, sometimes you say the most embarrassing
things; seriously, you're the only guy who I'd do this
for. I hope you won't tell anybody. I don't know what's
gotten into me. What would I do if people found out? I
mean, the girls at school would banish me for life."
"We're not doing anything that hasn't already been
done by many other people before us, including your
classmates, but believe me, I won't tell anyone. What we
do in private is for you and me only."
"I feel like I can trust you, hopefully I'm right."
"Good, trust is our foundation, but now I've got a
surprise for you."
"I love surprises, what is it?"
Chloe watching as he took the tube of skin lotion
from the table. He squeezed a dollop onto his fingers and
then applied it between her cheeks and over her anus. She
smiled and wiggled her bottom without giving any thought
as to what was happening. She simply went along with it
because he had been treating her well and that was all
that mattered, but then she felt something that snapped
her out of the fog of pleasure, something that brought
back a bad memory. "Oh no," Chloe said, looking at him
over her shoulder. "Noooo, not that."
"It's okay Chloe."
"We need to talk."
"Does it hurt?"
"Not at all, I mean it feels good, it's just that I
had a bad experience and I now can't get it out of my
head."
"I promise nothing bad will happen."
"Mr. Moran, I want to believe you, I really do, but
it's hard to forget all the stuff from my past."
"You don't have to forget; just be with me now.
"I'm trying."
"Sometimes the way to conquer your fear is to
confront it. Look Chloe, this is the finest lotion that
money can buy, it's organic and vegan and everything. Why
this cream is pure enough to put on a baked potato, it's
the best that money can buy and it will enable us to have
something together that is going be different from
anything you have experienced before."
"Are you sure it'll be okay?"
"You have my word, now let's try an experiment. How
does this feel?" Samuel knew that he had to be careful
because if she didn't like what came next then the rest of
his plan was doomed and that would be a tragedy because an
opportunity like this might never come again. She was
still positioned on her knees with her bottom hoisted
upward, waiting and looking back at him as he carefully
slid the tip of his index finger into her tight little
bottom. "Oohh, aahh," she murmured. He kept still for a
minute or two before beginning some gentle in and out
movements. Her anus gripped his finger while allowing the
penetration. "My goodness Mr. Moran, I never felt anything
like that." Samuel inserted his finger more deeply inside
of Chloe while paying attention to every subtle clue in
the way she was reacting. He noticed the fear fading from
her expression just before she looked away and closed her
eyes for a few seconds. When her eyes blinked open there
was a wildness that redoubled as he slid the finger all
the way inside of her, pulling it back until the tip was
barely inside the wrinkled rim. He fingered her bottom
repeatedly. Now the first step was done. Whatever happened
next would be up to Chloe. If she didn't like it then he
would stop, but if she wanted to continue then he had a
plan for taking her all the way.
"How do you feel Chloe?"
"I can't believe it. The feeling is sooooo intense."
"See, I told you so."
"It helps that you clip your fingernails."
Samuel comforted Chloe's clitoris while at the same
time invading her bottom. It was a combination that seemed
to please Chloe. She arched her back and moved her hips in
a way that accentuated the graceful curves of her waist
and cheeks. There was no doubt that he was a lucky man to
be with a girl like Chloe. Hearing her moan "Ooohhh,
yessss, aaaaahhh," was a thrill all by itself. Samuel
watched her closely. Her arousal had gradually increased,
nearing a peak; she was losing herself in lust and all he
had to do was to keep her that way, nothing could be
allowed to distract her. There was no time allowed for
hesitation; he must make a move before Chloe thought about
what she was doing. Samuel got up on his knees behind her
and began to gently rub his cock over her genitals,
increasing her excitement until she complimented him by
moving her bottom from up and down. She seemed to be
making an offering of herself. Samuel took his wife's
lotion from the table and squeezed out all that remained,
coating her anus and his cock as well. They were now as
slippery as possible, he had prepared her well and there
was no reason for further delay.
Chloe looked back and smiled. Being with a guy like
Mr. Moran was great; so what if he was older or if he was
Rachel's dad or a family friend or whatever; if she liked
him then she should be allowed to be with him, after all,
they had known each other for a long time so nobody could
say that she was being promiscuous, and it wasn't like
anyone could stop her from doing whatever she wanted
anyway, but oh, wait a minute, what is going on? There
must be some mistake. He wouldn't dare do it that way.
Chloe thumped her feet on the floor and looked back to see
him kneeling between her thighs; the front of his bathrobe
was wide open.
"Mr. Moran, what are you doing?"
"I think you know Chloe."
"You can't do that, not there anyway, it's too big."
"I want all of you so bad."
"You'll have to want something else, that's final."
"Lots of girls have done this Chloe. Some of your
girlfriends at school have probably been doing it for a
long time."
"I never heard anyone talk about it."
"People don't discuss this kind of thing."
"Even my dad didn't want to go this far."
"Would you be willing to give it a try if I promise
to be careful?"
"I'm afraid it'll hurt."
"A little discomfort is normal at first. It just
takes some getting used to. You can stop anytime you
want."
"You'll have to be extra careful."
"May I take that as a yes?"
Chloe sighed and buried her face in the pillow. "I
guess so, but if I say to stop you better listen."
"When you talk I always listen," Samuel said,
positioning the tip of his cock upon the button sized
sphere between her cheeks. "Oh, oh, ooohhh my goodness,"
Chloe exclaimed, digging her fingertips into the pillow.
Her bottom was springy, stretching inward from the
pressure and then snapping back like the surface of a
trampoline. Samuel's first advance had been repelled but
he was not deterred and after several minutes of gentle
prodding he noticed a change; she had closed her eyes and
rested her head on the pillow, relaxing enough so that the
bulb was able to progress barely inside her orifice. "Mr.
Moran, oh woweee, oh my gosh, I can feel it there and it's
big. Be careful please." Samuel held himself still to give
her time to get used to the new presence.
"You're doing great Chloe."
"Were you telling the truth when you said that other
girls my age were doing this too?"
"There's nothing we can do that hasn't been done
before, people are doing this today just like they were
thousands of years ago, even some of the girls you see at
school every day."
"That's kind of mind boggling," Chloe said, starting
to laugh and then gasping when he pushed in a little
deeper. He stopped and became still again. She used the
time to try and adjust while considering if she wanted to
let him continue. Having a man in there was not something
to be taken lightly. So far he had been correct about two
things; this did take some getting used to and everything
really was slippery and smooth. He also seemed to know
just how much she could take before needing a rest, which
was appreciated because every little movement back there
was a big deal, but now she was learning how to handle it
and she began to want more of him and more of the pleasure
that was beginning to swirl through her rectum; she wanted
more of his hard flesh inside of her ass.
"I'm not a baby Mr. Moran; you don't have to be
totally gentle with me all the time."
"Sounds like you've had a change of heart."
"Isn't it obvious?"
"I like it when you tell me how you feel."
"Um, okay, I guess you can do me like that some more,
I mean, if you want to."
At this point he would have been useless as a man if
he didn't respond to her every wish, so he honored her
request and penetrated more deeply into her bottom, taking
her at her word to not be "totally gentle." Chloe's eyes
opened wide and her jaw dropped open, she moaned and clung
to the pillow as his thoughts drifted back to a time early
his marriage when his wife had denied him this pleasure,
but now, years later, Eva had unwittingly granted his
request by arranging this weekend with Chloe, and he was
more than grateful. Chloe was worth the wait.
The subtle suggestion of a smile came over Chloe's
face as she rocked in unison with the gentle movements
occurring inside her. The man who had thrilled her pussy
the night before was now doing the same thing to her ass.
It felt so good. She had learned to like it and now she
wanted him to really give it to her until she had an
orgasm and everything. This was the perfect place and
time; it was like she had been set free except for the
lingering specter of her father. She couldn't help feeling
that he somehow knew what she was doing and when she got
back home he would make her pay, but that concern could
wait until tomorrow because right now she had managed to
grab piece of life all for herself and that was all that
mattered, and now Sam was leaning over and kissing her, so
why not extended her own tongue into his mouth and why not
squeeze herself around that thing in her bottom and do it
back to him just like he was doing it to her? It only
seemed fair.
"How do you like me now Sam?"
"You've given me a lot to like."
Chloe laughed, "You made me this way."
"Did I really, or are you just saying that?"
"This is the way you wanted me isn't it? You wanted a
young girl who would be all slutty for you, didn't you?"
"I guess you can see through me."
"That wasn't difficult; I've been noticing it for a
long time, I mean, the way you look at me when we're
around the pool doesn't leave much to the imagination. I
knew you wanted me. I guess I was just surprised and a
little scared because Rachel is my best friend. After
thinking about it for a while I decided I was flattered by
all your attention so then then it only seemed natural to
go ahead and become the girl who I believed you wanted me
to be. I hope you're happy."
"When you're happy then I am too."
Samuel began humping her vigorously, stroking the
full length of his cock into her rectum. Chloe thumped her
feet on the floor and rolled her head on the pillow,
filling the house with moans while gripping his cock with
her anus, enticing him to take her with an even greater
intensity. He tried to restrain himself due to the concern
that he might end up hurting her, but that source of worry
receded as he fell under her spell, feeling like her
sexuality had pounced on him like a tiger turning on its
master.
"You're too good to me," Chloe said.
"I am not, why do you say that?"
"Yes you are. You treat me like I'm really somebody
and I don't deserve that, you don't know me, I'm an awful
person."
"Of course you're somebody, you're great. If you
can't see that yet then you'll just have to take my word
for it."
"I'm sorry, but this time you're wrong. I know what I
am and I know you do you too. I'm a slut and that's how
you should be treating me."
"Why do you feel like that?"
"Because it's the truth, everyone knows it."
"Come on, I never heard anybody say that. Now listen
Chloe, you're a perfectly normal girl, why not have some
faith in yourself for a change?"
"As different as you are Sam, I've even seen it your
eyes, just like I've seen it in everyone else. They can
tell that something is wrong with me, and there is. My dad
calls me names and slaps me around and then I let him fuck
me. I'm like the dirt that people spit on. I'm nothing."
"Where is this coming from Chloe? Lots of girls have
had a bad experience of some kind. Your life will go on
one way or another and things will turn out good for you."
"I doubt that."
"Having you here has been good for me. If you hadn't
come over this weekend I probably would have ended up
doing Rachel."
"What? You and Rachel, are you serious?"
"Yes, and now I have to ask that you keep my secret
too. It's something that's been building up for a while.
When Rachel and I are together it seems like the clock is
ticking down the minutes until it happens. I don't think I
can stop it."
"Why would you want to? I mean, Rachel is a cutie and
she's always talking about how amazing you are and I've
seen how she looks at you so the feeling must be mutual. I
never would have suspected though. It's like you and
Rachel seem so normal."
"That because we are, and so are you."
"It's kind of you to believe that, but you're
different from my dad and I'm different from Rachel. Maybe
you're just too good to admit it." Chloe buried her face
in the pillow. "I want you to stop talking. Treat me like
the slut that I am, if you're man enough."
Samuel knew that she was right about one thing; there
were times when he had judged her, and he now understood
that it had been for no good reason, but that was the
past, everything had changed after last night when he had
gotten to know her for the first time. Chloe's self-
assessment had no resemblance to girl she really was, and
that could prove to be dangerous departure from reality if
left unresolved. "Chloe, this is going to be difficult for
me, you're the last person I'd ever want to treat badly."
"Please Sam; don't think of it that way, this is what
I want. I'd do it for you."
Samuel held himself still, considering everything
that she had said, searching for an alternate way and
finding none, so he took a deep breath and pulled back
until the tip of his cock was barely inside the rim of her
anus, and then he threw his hips forward, plunging into
her young ass, the power of it lifting her off her knees,
jerking her face across the pillow with each successive
stroke. The front of his hips landed on her cheeks with a
slap as his hard cock rampaged in her rectum. She was
tight and she was carrying on without complaint, holding
her ass up and pushing backward, impaling herself,
intensifying the penetration beyond what he could do on
his own. This was what he thought she had asked for, but
this was too much, he had to be hurting her or maybe she
wanted to hurt herself, but what could he do? She just
kept taking it like a boxer being pounded against the
ropes. Chloe wailed in what could have been either
pleasure or anguish, he couldn't be sure, but he tried
slowing down in the hope that he could get away with being
gentler. Maybe now would be a good time to have a talk.
"Chloe, tell me the truth. What kind of girl are you
really?"
"I don't know."
"You're a smart girl. I think you can come up with a
better answer than that."
"Alright then, how do you like this? I bet you've got
your own secretary at your office, a girl who answers the
phone and types letters and reminds you about your
appointments. I bet that she even keeps you informed about
the office gossip, in other words she takes care of you.
Well guess what Mr. Moran, I'm a different version of that
office girl right here at home, I am your personal slut
and you like me that way, I know you do."
"There are many things to like about you Chloe."
"Oh I think I know what you like Mr. Moran."
"You know part of me, but what I'd like to find out
is why do you go for older men?"
"I don't go for anybody, and besides, it's you guys
who are always coming after me."
"Are you sure? Think about it, you chose to spend
most of your summer hanging around adults instead of
people your own age."
"You should talk, Rachel is doing it too."
"We're discussing you, Chloe. Why do you see yourself
as a slut?"
"I don't know."
"And why do you want to be abused?"
"I can't help it. I only know that it makes me cum.
Stop asking so many questions."
"Do you feel like you deserve to be punished?"
"Yes, I'm bad, I know it, now pleeease, stop talking
and do me some more."
"I will Chloe, and I'll even do you one better, I'm
going to cum in your ass, if you're a good little girl
that is, but wait a minute, I almost forgot, you're a slut
so you'll have to beg for it."
"Oh yes, yes, yes. Pleeease cum in me, I want all
your cum in by ass."
"You are a slut Chloe, my own personal slut, and now
I'm going to give you exactly what you asked for. I hope
it makes you happy."
"Go ahead, make me a happy little slut, I dare you."
Samuel leaned over Chloe, hips moving back and forth,
cock thrusting and probing inside her fifteen-year-old
bottom. She was open to all that he could give her,
arching her spine and squeezing him with her rectal
muscles while at the same time allowing him to push all
the way in where her body heat soaked into the flesh of
his hard cock. She had given him so much pleasure, she had
made him glad to be a man, and he was grateful and he
wanted to repay her in kind but right now he was ready to
cum and he had to make sure that she came too. Samuel
reached around her waist and between her legs, seeking out
and rubbing her clitoris in a way that would surely bring
his lover to an orgasm. "You're a slut Chloe, you are
filthy little slut and you deserve to be fucked in the
ass." Treating her like this was difficult but it was what
she had asked for, and to Samuel's surprise, it was
turning him on as well.
"That's it Mr. Moran, fuck me, fuck me with your
daddy-cock, I know you like to fuck little girls like me,
I just know it."
Hearing her talk that way made his balls ache with
the need for release. Could it be that he had
unconsciously wanted to abuse her all this time? No, that
couldn't be true, he wasn't that kind of man, but she was
having an impact on him, she was changing how he saw
himself. Their time and experiences together would most
certainly alter the direction of their lives, precisely
how, he wasn't sure. All he knew right now was the
personal commitment to make her cum before he allowed
himself the pleasure of discharging the contents of his
testicles inside of her rectum. Samuel circled a fingertip
around Chloe's clitoris, playing with the nub as if it was
a toy that he owned. He wanted her to be happy. She clung
to the sofa, sinking her teeth into the pillow, moaning
and sweating with a progression of tremors that caused her
body to shake as he coiled himself over her back,
possessing her, clutching her by the shoulders and
pressing all the way in. A surge of pressure rose up where
his balls swung between her legs and a sense of urgency
filled his organ. Her eyelids blinked open and she looked
over her shoulder at him as he trembled and twitched
inside of her and he stared back into her eyes and he
wanted to tell her about all the ways that she was amazing
and priceless and beautiful and smart, but all that came
out was, "Good girl Chloe, you are a very good girl." The
corner of her mouth curled with the hint of a smile as his
cock pulsated with a series of spurts, depositing within
her the seed that she had begged him for so desperately.
* * *
Later that morning they took their second shower of
the day but this time they did it together, lathering each
other, laughing and having fun, forgetting about the
passage of time until the hot water was all gone. "You
made me miss some of my cartoons," Chloe said with a wink
as she stepped out of the shower, covering herself with a
towel. After they dressed he made a lunch of bacon,
lettuce and tomato sandwiches. Chloe was hungry which was
understandable considering the strenuous nature of her
morning activities, and she was thirsty too and she made a
request that he let her have a beer to go along with the
sandwich but he would only allow her to take a single sip
of beer from his bottle and then have a soda of her own.
In a physical sense they were separate now, but
emotionally they were bound together as close as two
people could be and Chloe felt like she simply knew things
about him without his having to talk about it, like when
he became tired after lunch and invited her back to the
bedroom to take a nap; somehow she had expected him to do
just that. When they woke up in the mid-afternoon she felt
peaceful and refreshed, confident in their relationship
and ready to talk about everything in her life.
"We have to plan more weekends together," she said
from the pillow next to him.
"I'd like that. What would you like to do?"
"I always wanted to go camping with a tent and
sleeping bags and everything. My dad always promised he'd
take me and mom but he never did."
"That's a great idea, but Rachel will probably want
to come along. Are you okay with that?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot, how selfish of me. Of course she
can come, Rachel is my best friend."
Chloe lay quietly beside him for a while, enjoying
the relief of being in the company of someone who actually
knew her and still wanted to be with her. For some reason
it seemed like they had been lovers for a long time, which
was a comforting thought until she remembered that that
this was another woman's bed, the bed he shared with his
wife. Chloe told herself that she really didn't belong
here and she accepted the fact that this weekend would
eventually end, but she still felt grateful and at the
same time she was certain that what they had together
would last despite the obstacles that would surely lie
ahead. She tapped on his shoulder to get his attention.
"Guess what, you don't have to call me a slut anymore."
Samuel turned his head on the pillow. "I was afraid that I
went too far, I'm sorry if I was hurtful." Chloe sat up on
the bed. "Noooo, I asked you to, that was the deal, that
was what I needed then, but now I feel like a different
person, don't' ask me why because I don't understand it, I
just know that now I can stand up for myself and I would
stand up for you too, I mean, if you ever needed my
support."
"I'm proud of you."
"Thanks, and you know what, that's one thing my dad
never, ever, said to me. Hum, speaking of my dad, I wonder
how Rachel has been getting along with him. He's nothing
at all like you in bed, I mean, he's awful. I feel guilty
for letting Rachel take my place." Samuel bit his lip. He
had driven in the driveway with Chloe less than 24-hours
ago and since then he had been consumed with her to the
exclusion of everything else. In all that time he had
barely taken a moment to think about the welfare of his
own daughter. How could he forget about her so easily?
"Are you saying that Hunter might try something with
Rachel?"
"Well yeah, I'm sure of it. That was the deal, right?
I was for you and Rachel was for him. You guys swapped us
for the weekend, remember?"
"The weekend was my wife's scheme to keep me and
Rachel apart while she was away at the retreat."
"Oh noooo," Chloe said with a gulp. "Listen, I know
my dad better than anyone and I was mad when I first heard
about the swap because I thought he was tired of using me
and wanted to try out a new girl, but then I realized it
would be a great way to get away from him for the weekend
so I went along with it and I just assumed you thought of
us as a fair trade. Anyway, it didn't take much for my mom
to talk him into having Rachel over for the weekend, I
mean, he was all excited about it from the beginning and I
know the reason why."
"Rachel isn't ready, she's still a virgin."
"That's what she always says but I never believed
her, anyway, brace yourself Mr. Moran; after spending the
night with my dad she's probably not one any longer. My
dad doesn't play fair like you, he doesn't take "no" for
an answer, he actual said that to me one time when I was
resisting him and then he showed me what he meant and
believe me it wasn't fun.
"We have to get her out of there." Samuel said,
standing up from the bed.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I thought you
knew."
"It's not your fault Chloe, but please, I want you to
do me a favor and call your house while I get dressed;
tell Rachel I'm coming to get her." Samuel took his shirt
and pants from the closet and went to the bathroom where
he splashed water on his face. He hated selfishness in
people above all things and that was just the type of man
he saw in the mirror. It was obvious that Chloe was right.
How he could have been so blind? This was awful; he would
never forgive himself if something bad happened to Rachel.
He tucked in his shirt, fastened his belt, and opened the
bathroom door as Chloe began yelling from the bedroom, "A
message came on and said our phone number was out of
service or was disconnected."
"That's impossible. Try Rachel's cell phone."
"I thought this was a no cell phone weekend."
"I made her take it in case of emergency."
"Good idea, I'm calling her now." Chloe sat on the
edge of the bed in her bra and panties, holding the phone
to her ear. "She's not answering her cell phone either."
"Leave a message."
"Okay. Hi Rachel, this is Chloe, please call your dad
right away, it's important."
"Tell her I'm coming."
"Your dad will be there in a few minutes, bye."
"Thank you Chloe. Now, I'll be back as soon as
possible. Keep the house locked and don't let anyone in."
Chloe stood up and placed her hands on her hips. "No, I'm
going with you."
"I made this mess Chloe. I have to fix it."
"Rachel's my friend and I'm at least partly to blame,
and besides, you might need my help."
Samuel thought about it for a moment. He didn't know
what to expect when he arrived at the Hampton's house so
it might be an advantage to have Chloe there for support,
and besides, he had developed a respect for the toughness
in her character; it might be foolish to ignore her
recommendation. "Alright Chloe, get your clothes on;
you're coming with me."
Chapter 3
Rachel had an odd feeling. There was something she
didn't know, she was sure of it, and this place, she
didn't belong here, it felt uncomfortable without everyone
else around, and more to the point; spending the weekend
with Chloe's dad was a weird idea. Sure, Mr. Hampton was a
friend of the family but he had never shown any interest
in her except for that day when he put on her sun tan
lotion and later on grabbed her in the pool, (how had she
forgotten about that until now?) She should have put up
more of a fight when her parents were discussing this
weekend, she could have pretended to be sick or something,
but it was too late for that now. Mr. Hampton took her by
shoulder as they walked up the steps to the front door.
Rachel looked down the street at the taillights of the
family car pulling away with her dad and Chloe; now she
was alone and she hated it already and it didn't seem fair
for her to be handed off to someone else like a baton in a
relay race. Her dad should be with her all the time,
that's his job.
The house felt rather dead without the flurry of
activity that accompanied Chloe wherever she went. There
was just Mr. Hampton and he wasn't much of a talker, but
he could be annoying, like the way he was holding one hand
on her waist and guiding her out to the living room as if
she was incapable of finding the way on her own. "Make
yourself at home," he said. "I've got some business to
handle right now, after that we'll have some fun."
"I'll just watch television."
"Sure anything you want," he said, staring at her as
if she was a pork chop on a dinner plate, (just squirt on
a little ketchup and enjoy a lip-smacking meal sir.)
Rachel realized that was how he had always looked at her,
only this time they were alone and that made it unnerving.
At least she wasn't important enough to justify his
immediate attention. Having decided to postpone unpacking
she leaned over to set her suitcase on the floor, and it
was then that she felt a touch and a squeeze, his hand was
on the back pocket on her shorts. She straightened up and
spun around, knocking his wrist away.
"That wasn't necessary Mr. Hampton." Rachel stepped
back to increase the distance between them.
"I was just being friendly, no harm intended. Now why
don't you try and relax, we've got the whole weekend ahead
of us."
She watched him walk across the room to the dining
table where he began making phone calls, scowling most of
the time and occasionally yelling and slamming his fist on
the table. The air was edgy, and there was something about
him that seemed different from when everyone else was
around. It was almost like he had become someone else, and
the sneaky way that he kept looking at her legs didn't
help either. Rachel tugged at her shorts. She was dressed
appropriately for an afternoon at home, but in this
setting the skimpy garment made her feel self-conscious.
She folded her feet beneath her on the sofa and watched
television for about an hour, eventually becoming bored to
the point where she decided to go outside and spend some
time by the pool. She went to the bathroom and changed
into her bikini and then walked out of the house by way of
the kitchen, hoping to avoid Mr. Hampton as much as
possible, only letting him catch a glimpse of her as she
stepped through the sliding glass door. It was early
evening and the sun had fallen low enough that a long
shadow was stretching over the water. Maybe going for a
swim after dark would be fun. It must be great to have a
pool in your back yard, but still, she wouldn't want to
change places with Chloe. It was like sometimes her friend
seemed so sad and lonely for no reason at all. Having
everything wasn't making her any happier.
The evening air remained warm after the sun descended
behind the foothills. Rachel thought she looked better in
the dim light, more mature with a little cleavage and
strong legs, if only she could get rid of all that pubic
hair, it was so annoying to see a strand or two sticking
out from under the leg-band of her bikini. A voice boomed
over the back yard, momentarily halting her breathing.
"Dinner is ready, come inside and eat." Mr. Hampton was
standing at the top of the stairs in front of the sliding
glass door and he didn't look happy. Seeing him again made
Rachel aware that she had been out here for long time,
forgetting all about the fact that she would eventually
have to go back into the house. "Okay, I'll be there in a
minute." She took her time walking back, her bare feet
making pat-pat sounds on the pool deck. Once inside the
house she saw that her suitcase wasn't where she had left
it in front of the sofa. He must have taken it to whatever
bedroom she'd be sleeping in tonight, but there would be
time to find out about details like that later on, right
now she was hungry and the dinner actually looked good.
There were cold cuts, potato salad and cheese and fresh
fruit including watermelon, yum, and that roll with a
little jam would be a good way to start the meal, but then
Mr. Hampton kind of blew up and started yelling.
"Wash your hands before sitting at this table," he
said, chewing a mouthful of food. He stared at her for a
moment and then poured an amber colored liquid over two
ice cubes sitting in the bottom of a glass. When he set
the bottle down she saw the letters on the label that
spelled "whiskey," and she got a whiff of it all the way
across the table. It was something that she had never
smelled at home.
"Sorry." Rachel got up from the table and went over
to the kitchen sink but she couldn't find any hand soap so
she washed with dish soap instead. Her appetite had
vanished, replaced by knot in her stomach that tightened
as he watched her. Mr. Hampton was definitely acting
strange. He had never been like this when her dad or Chloe
were around, and she had never seen him drink whiskey
before either. Was that something he only did in private?
The answer didn't matter now because his eyes were turning
bloodshot and he seemed like someone she didn't recognize
or maybe she was seeing the real him for the first time,
there was no way to know for sure but she did know that
she was alone in a house with a man who was more like a
somebody she had never met.
Hunter wiped a napkin over his mouth, leaving a chunk
of food hanging from his lower lip. "Didn't they teach you
any manners at home?"
"We have plenty of manners, thank you." Rachel dried
her hands with a paper towel, throwing it into the garbage
and then returning to the table, wincing as he yelled at
her.
"You leave the house without saying a word and come
to the table without washing your hands; what kind of
manners is that?"
"I didn't want to disturb your work."
"Just being considerate huh?"
"That's the kind of manners my dad taught me." She
squirmed in her chair as Mr. Hampton's eyes lingered over
the top of her bikini.
"I bet you father would like to teach you a lot more
than that," he said.
"I don't know what you're talking about and I don't
care. I don't even want to be here."
"But you are here, now aren't you?"
"Not by choice."
"There's a reason for that. I'll explain it so you'll
understand. Your father and I go back all the way to high
school, before you were born, and even in those days it
was the same as now, girls coming between us, creating a
rivalry where somebody had to win and somebody had to
lose." Rachel folded her arms across her chest. "I'm
really not interested in your childhood."
"Maybe you'll be more interested when I tell you
about when your father was in high school, back then there
was the two of us, me and him, and a girl who was a lot
like you."
"So why should I care?"
"Because you're here, that's why. Did you ever wonder
why your father is having you spend the weekend at my
house?"
"It was my mom's idea."
"But your father went along with it, didn't he? Want
to know why? It's because he wanted to get some time with
Chloe. I think you've noticed how he's been admiring her
this summer, especially when she's wearing a swimsuit."
Rachel's eyelids narrowed into slits. "Everybody looks at
Chloe, there's nothing wrong with that." Mr. Hampton poked
the tip of a knife into a piece watermelon and held it up
to his mouth. "You think you're smart, don't you."
"No I do not, and what's the point of this
conversation anyway?"
"Think about it, figure it out for yourself."
"I don't want to figure it out. Now you said I could
make myself at home so I'm going to go for a swim and then
go to bed early."
"Preparing this food took a lot of work, aren't you
going to have anything to eat?"
"I'm not hungry anymore."
"You need to be taught some manners."
Rachel was already looking forward to when it would
be time for her dad to come and get her, but Sunday was
the day after tomorrow and that was a long way off. She
pushed the chair back from the table and stood up. Mr.
Hampton took a swallow from the glass of whiskey and
looked at her, up and down. It would be good to get away
from him and put an end to this conversation which was bad
enough on the surface but which also seemed to suggest
that he had an underlying contempt for her dad. She could
put up with a lot but that was the one thing she would not
tolerate. Rachel went outside and sat down on the edge of
the pool, dangling her feet in the water, kicking her legs
and sending ripples across the pool. She sat there until
the stars began to flicker against a dark backdrop of the
night sky, until the back of her legs started to hurt from
being pressed against the concrete, and that was when she
lowered herself into the water, becoming submerged and
pushing off from the wall, swimming underwater all the way
to the deep end where she came up and treaded water
beneath the diving board. The water seemed warmer at
night, she'd have to tell Chloe about it and maybe the two
of them could go swimming together after dark sometime.
Rachel held her breath and sank down underwater until her
feet touched the bottom of the pool, and she remained
submerged until the need for oxygen became overwhelming,
and then she rose up to the surface, inhaling the night
air and seeing Mr. Hampton standing at the far end of the
pool. His stomach hung over the front of his swim trunks
as he held the bottle of whiskey to his mouth, gulping
from it and then lurching to the side before setting the
bottle on the deck. He looked across the pool at her,
leaning forward as if to focus his eyesight, and then he
walked down the steps into the water.
Mr. Hampton dipped below the surface of the water for
a few seconds and then came back up and began swimming
toward her. She waited until he crossed the middle of the
pool before swimming toward him as fast as possible,
veering to the side and then passing him in the opposite
direction. A moment later they were once again staring at
each other from opposite ends of the pool. Rachel was
conscious of how small she was but she felt confident in
her ability to do laps like this for hours if that was
what it took to stay away from him. He looked across the
water at her for a few minutes and then started swimming
in her direction again. Was he just doing laps or was he
coming to get her like that other time? He hadn't said
anything so it was impossible to tell what was on his mind
but in any case she intended to keep swimming until he got
tired and went away. She waited for a few seconds,
calculating the time to start so that they would pass in
the middle of the pool near where her dad had embraced
her, and then she kicked off, swimming hard and fast and
with no intention of taking another breath until she
reached the other end. She imagined herself as being like
a fish darting through the shadows by the bank in a river,
evading the birds and bears who wanted to have her for
dinner, but then something slammed into her, grabbing her
ankle, dragging her toward the shallow end of the pool; he
had her and was looming above her, holding her leg in the
air as her arms flailed in the water.
"Hey, let go of me." Rachel strained to keep her head
above the surface.
"Ha, ha, I'd say it's time us to get to know each
other, just like your mom and dad planned." Hunter held
her foot up higher, causing her head to sink below the
water but Rachel paddled her arms and came back up,
coughing out a gulp of water.
"There's been a change of plan," she said.
"Hate to disappoint you, but this is my home and
around here I'm the boss."
Rachel fought back but it seemed useless, his
superior strength restrained her without difficulty. She
pushed his hands away when he took hold of her bottom and
shoulders but she was unable to prevent him from picking
her up and holding her like a naughty child. The hair on
his chest scratched like a rug burn. The more she resisted
the tighter he held her. She had to try and get away.
Things were already worse than on that other day when he
had latched onto her in this same pool. Tonight he was
putting his hand inside the back of her swimsuit, reaching
down her cheeks, which was bad enough, but then she felt a
sharp pain and she thrashed her feet in the water in an
attempt to lift herself away from the jagged fingernail
that was jabbing at her anus.
"That hurts, what's the matter with you?"
"Easy now, we're just getting started."
Mr. Hampton grabbed her breast and grinned, exhaling
the breath of whiskey over her face, and Rachel responded
by clearing her throat and spitting into his eyes. "You
make me sick," she said, and that got to him for a moment
anyway because he grimaced and took his hand out of her
swimsuit to wipe the snot from his eyes, giving her an
opportunity to break loose from his other hand but her
freedom didn't last long because he immediately reached
out and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back.
She couldn't believe how much it hurt and she remembered
having once seen a mouse caught in a trap; its leg was
broken but it still struggled to get away, looking into
eyes as if to ask for help and it had made her sad to know
that it had to face death all alone. "Don't rush away so
soon young lady, ha, ha, we haven't even gotten started."
He yanked the bikini bottom down her thighs and over her
feet, throwing it across the pool. Rachel watched her
swimsuit fly through the air and land on the water with a
splat, and she faced the possibility that this weekend
might not come to a happy ending. If she could just find a
way to get back to the house and her phone; her dad would
definitely have to consider this an emergency.
"Warm evening we got here," he said, "a perfect night
for skinny-dipping with a girl like you." He clutched her
against his waist like a bag of groceries. She could feel
him stepping out of his swim trunks, and she watched him
lift the garment out of the water, dangling it in front of
her face before stuffing it into her mouth. It tasted vile
and she shook her head until it came out. Things were
getting worse with every passing minute. "Just wait until
I tell my dad how you treated me. You're going to be
sorry."
"I doubt that, you see, it'll be your word against
mine and I'll say that you invited me for a nighttime swim
and when I came out here I found your swimsuit on the side
of the pool and there you were telling me to hurry up and
join you in the water. People will think you had it
coming." There was a note of meanness in his voice. Why
would anyone want to be cruel? No sensible guy would treat
a girl like this if he really wanted to be with her, but
then who cares, his motives didn't matter anymore, she
hated him now and never wanted to see him again but every
time she tried to get away he would laugh and pull her
back, rubbing his hairy body all over her. At one point
though he did loosen his grip for a few seconds and that
was enough time to thrust her foot outward, landing a
solid kick on the center of his chest that knocked him
back a step, but even with that he still maintained a hold
on to her, becoming even more aggressive, gripping her
uncomfortably tight and imposing himself between her
knees.
"I guess I'll have to teach you how a girl is
supposed to act," he said, the smell of whiskey billowing
from his mouth.
Rachel remained silent. In her mind the will to fight
remained steadfast even though her physical strength was
nearly gone. As she had any energy left she would continue
kicking and twisting her body in the hope that he'd
somehow make a mistake and let go of her just long enough
so that she could get away. "My dad's going to mess you up
real bad." Hunter crushed her breast in his hand and
laughed, "It'll be too late by then, just like it was too
late for that girl he liked so much back in high school.
He sure was sweet on her, it probably made him mad when he
found out I got her first, and now I'm going to get you
too."
"Not if I can help it."
"Don't worry; your dad can have what's left of you
when I'm done, and you'll change your mind soon enough
anyway; girls like you always put up a fuss, but just
wait, in a little while you'll be begging for it."
Rachel inhaled a gulp of pool water and coughed it
out. "Don't make me laugh at you," she said while trying
to think about something other than the way he was
scraping at her with those fingernails. She took deep
breath and let her head sink underwater, stealing a moment
of rest. In her mind she saw a picture of her dad when
they were talking in her room earlier this afternoon and a
feeling of shame came over her as if she had somehow let
him down which was an awful thing to face but she didn't
have time to dwell on it now because Mr. Hampton had
placed himself in the mounting position between her legs.
Rachel rose back up to the surface, gasping for air; he
was right there getting ready to do it and he tried to
push it in but she squeezed her vaginal muscles to repel
him and she succeeded for a few seconds anyway, forcing
him to grip her waist with one hand and hold his cock with
the other hand, giving her enough leeway to turn sideways
and pull her knee back. Rachel made a quick mental
calculation and then thrust her foot through the water
like a torpedo, smashing her heel into his crotch.
"AAAAWWWW YOU BITCH." Mr. Hampton released her and
coiled over.
It reminded her of one afternoon when she was walking
barefoot on the lawn at home. She stepped into the grass
and felt something pop under her foot and when she looked
down she saw that she had stepped on a small plum that had
fallen off a nearby fruit tree. That was what it felt like
when her foot impacted Mr. Hampton and it scared her to
think that she might have permanently damaged him just
like she had done to that plum, but for now he had let go
and her strength had come back and she swam away from him
and got out of the pool wearing only the top of her
bikini. She didn't look back either, her getaway had been
stroke of luck and she wouldn't be foolish enough to leave
anything else to good fortune.
"You'll regret this," Mr. Hampton howled, "I don't
take 'no' for answer."
Rachel ran to the house and stood in the kitchen,
wondering what to do as the beads of water dripped off her
body and puddled on the kitchen floor. There was no time
to waste so she hurried around the house and locked the
doors and the windows so he couldn't get in. It would take
some time to get dressed and figure out how to make her
escape. The immediate thing to do was to call her dad, so
she picked up the kitchen phone and waited for the dial
tone but there was only silence. She dialed her home
number anyway, drumming her fingers on the counter and
waiting, but nothing happened, the line was dead. Now
things were starting to make sense. Mr. Hampton must have
disconnected the phone, planning from the beginning to
isolate her in here all night while he had his way with
her. There was a noise from outside. Rachel turned and saw
him standing by the sliding glass door, an erection
swinging in front of him. The door rattled in its track as
he shook the handle, but the lock held it shut and that
seemed to enrage him even more. He scowled at her, baring
his teeth, and then he turned away and lumbered back into
the night.
Rachel gulped, she had to call her dad but the only
way to do that now would be to find her cell phone. She
started searching everywhere; behind the sofas, inside
closets, under the beds, finding nothing, and then she
heard the sound of shattering glass coming from the
laundry room down the hall. It had to be Mr. Hampton
breaking in. The man was crazy. He'd even smash windows in
his own house just to get at her. Looking down the hall
toward the noise she saw Hunter lunge out of the laundry
room and into the hallway where he stopped and smiled at
her in a way that seemed detached and out of touch with
the circumstances, like maybe he expected her to be happy
to see him standing there stroking the purple veins on his
erection.
"You've had your fun, now it's my turn," he said.
"Maybe, or maybe not, we'll see."
"You might as well give up. I'll get you sooner or
later, and when I do, ha, ha, you'll see what happens
then."
"How about way later?"
Rachel inhaled and stood up straight, clenching her
fists in defiance, forgetting that she was naked except
for the top of her bikini. Mr. Hampton moved toward her
and she stepped back, and then he sprang in her direction
but she quickly turned and ran away from him. A plan
hatched in Rachel's mind. There was a long wall with an
archway on both ends that stretched between the living
room and the kitchen, she would simply run to the other
side anytime he came after her, around and around in
circles all night long if necessary, or until he dropped
from exhaustion. She was too fast to be caught by an old
guy with a pot-belly and a hard-on. Their eyes locked on
each other from opposite sides of the living room and it
was then that she noticed something about him for the
first time; it was his eyes, they were vacant, missing the
glow that everyone else had, the mouse even had it, but
not Mr. Hampton, his eyes were blank, as lifeless as two
pebbles. Rachel felt cold as she evaluated the gravity of
the challenge; the truth was that Mr. Hampton had every
intention to fuck her, by force if necessary, and she
resolved that if things didn't turn out in her favor then
she would go down fighting. Her dad had taught her how it
was done, they had practiced for a time like this when
nobody was there to help, and he had told her that a
winner never gives up and she had heard him say it so many
times that she began to believe it. Tonight she would
either pass the test or they could carry her corpse out
the door in the morning. This must be what it's like to be
a soldier, to go to war and be alone somewhere, a finger
on the trigger, facing the moment when it would be you or
the enemy; there was something personal about it. Mr.
Hampton's upper lip twitched just before he bolted across
the carpet. He reached out to grab her but Rachel ducked
and ran through the archway and into the kitchen, looking
back over her shoulder to see where he was and then
stepping into the puddle of water that she had left on the
tile floor when she entered the house; she slipped and
fell, tumbling against a chair in front of the dining
table. How could she have been so stupid? Now he had her
trapped. Mr. Hampton reached down and took hold her wrist,
jerking her up on her feet, shaking her, yanking her pubic
hair and slamming her against the table.
"You think you're smart, you think you can get away
with anything, you think if you get in trouble your father
will come to the rescue. Guess what, that's not going to
happen, your dad would rather be with Chloe. Everything
you believe is a lie, your life is a lie, and you're not
so special after all. You'll be finding that out real
soon." Mr. Hampton twisted his fingers in her pubic hair.
"Owe, you're hurting me."
"You deserve worse."
"Is that right, and what do you deserve?"
Mr. Hampton paused and stared at her, and then he
punched her between the breasts, knocking her backward,
banging her head against a large metal vase that stood
empty in the middle of the table. "I deserve whatever I
want," he said. Rachel wheezed and turned her face to the
side in order to avoid the whiskey on his breath, it was a
smell that she was learning to hate. She didn't want to
look at him prying her legs apart and standing between her
knees as if she was a urinal. He grabbed the hair on the
back of her head and clawed at her privates, "OH NOOOOO,"
Rachel cried, as he forced a finger into her vagina. She
hadn't been lubricating and the friction tore at her
insides, a feeling that worsened when he pushed multiple
fingers into her with so much force that it lifted her
bottom away from the table. How could his wife stand those
fingernails?
"You still won't face up to it, will you," he said.
"I'm not in the mood, can't you tell?"
"Why won't you accept that your precious daddy set
you up for this all so he could have Chloe for the
weekend? She understood it without having to be told, why
can't you?"
"No way, he'd never do that."
"Some girls refuse to see the truth."
"You're the liar. There's a lot you don't know about
my family and you never will."
"Think about it; your father in bed with your best
friend, and he's forgotten all about you."
"I don't believe anything you say."
"Imagine Chloe's arms and legs wrapped around your
father. He's falling in love with her and he's fucking her
and you're the farthest thing from his mind."
"You're trying to turn me against my dad but it'll
never work, he'd never want me to be with a creep like
you, oh, and that girl back in high school, the one you
like to brag about, I know what really happened, you
forced her, didn't you? That's the only way you can get a
girl."
Mr. Hampton frowned, "You think you're smart, and
maybe you are, but sometimes a girl can be too smart for
her own good."
A slap across the cheek snapped her head to the side.
Then he leaned down and put his mouth over lips, but she
repelled the approach by clenching her teeth, avoiding him
until he pulled her mouth open by the chin, plunging his
tongue into her mouth. The chunks of dry skin on his
chapped lips scraped against her mouth and his breath
reeked of whiskey; it wasn't a kiss at all, it was more
like he was gnawing on her. He pressed his mouth on her
with such force that it caused her front teeth to cut the
inside of her lip, and the presence of his tongue near her
throat made her gag. She had to find a way to fight back
but what could she do? He was laying over her, pinning her
hands to the table, standing between her legs so that her
feet kicked helplessly in the air. Right now she only had
one weapon at her disposal and she didn't want to do such
a thing but it had reached the point where it was either
him or her so something had to be done. The only question
was when. She imagined it was like a track meet after
school; the parents were watching from the stands as the
official stood at the starting line, holding a gun in the
air, "On you mark, get ready." Rachel closed her eyes and
flexed her jaw muscle, chomping down, teeth sinking into
living flesh, tasting salty blood.
"Arrgghh. You bitch," he bellowed, recoiling away
from the table, a red stream gurgling from the corner of
his mouth.
"I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?" Rachel sat up and
spit on the floor.
"I see your father raised a brat. Do you think you
can get away with this?"
"Get away with what? I don't know what you're talking
about."
"Acting smart again eh? You won't feel that way when
I'm done with you." Mr. Hampton took a towel from a drawer
and blotted the blood from his tongue, staring at her with
an erection standing out to its full dimension. The
thought occurred to Rachel that it aroused him to inflict
misery on someone, and that struggling against him had
only increased his desire to find pleasure through her
suffering. It was like a trap, in order to save herself
she had to fight back, but in doing so she had inflamed
his twisted personality, turning him into an even more
formidable adversary. However, if she was clever enough
she just might be able to set a trap of her own that would
flip the advantage in her favor, and she had resources to
draw upon for such a challenge, memories from so long ago
that she couldn't remember exactly when she had been
practicing self-defense with her dad in the basement,
working on all the punches, kicks, and strategies that she
could use if she was ever under attack; he had encouraged
her to choose self-restraint as the weapon of first
choice, using her wits like a decoy because avoiding a
conflict was better than winning a fight, but if things
ever went bad and she was in danger then it would be
different, in that case it was expected that she would
fight as dirty and deceitfully as her mind was able to
conceive, using any tool at her disposal, striving for
nothing less than the total defeat of her enemy. That
afternoon with her dad had been a happy time and the
memory of it made her all the more desperate to be back
home with him, relaxing together like they had after that
workout in the basement when she watched him sit down on
the bench where they lifted weights. She had walked over
and plopped down on his lap, straddling her legs over him,
leaning in and wrapping her arms around his neck. Back
then she just a girl with a toothy grin, freckles, and
nothing but nubs for breasts, but she had felt older than
that so she went along with the funny feeling becoming
firm where she was sitting, swelling up like she imagined
would happen when a guy really liked a girl. Her dad had
pulled her close, stroking her hair and hugging in a
manner much like he always did, but this time it was more
complicated and she was flattered at the way he had
responded to her presence, becoming hard and pushing up
against the gym shorts between her legs, rubbing,
squeezing, fondling, possessing, and it seemed like the
perfect way to spend some time and it made her feel good
to know that she was able to inspire him like this.
Rachel slid off the edge of the table and stood up.
She was still naked except for the top of her bikini. Mr.
Hampton staggered and stared at her; he was wounded and
dangerous and she didn't want to think about him. All this
was a waste of time, there were other matters that needed
her attention and there was really only one thing in the
world that she actually cared about at this point in her
life, which was good to know, but right now she had to
deal with this nasty business here at Chloe's house. She
sensed that this would be the final round of their battle,
if she didn't win this one then it would probably be all
over for her. She had better not make any mistakes. It was
time for the decoy.
"I underestimated you Mr. Hampton. You really are man
who knows what he wants." She swung her left foot out to
the side, observing his eyes drawing up her thighs, his
chest puffing out. "That's right," he said, "and I don't
take kindly to being refused in my own house either. Chloe
learned that a long time ago but you've been difficult, so
be it, but remember, I'm your father's biggest client,
think of me as the one who's paying for all your pretty
clothes and then start using that smart head of yours to
figure out how to show some gratitude; I'd hate to see
your father's business fall on hard times."
Rachel hooked her fingers over the front of her
bikini, slowly pulling it down, securing both cups beneath
her breasts, leaving her bare chest exposed to his gaze as
she twisted each nipple between thumb and forefinger. "I
understand how important you are to our family, Mr.
Hampton, and I'm sorry for the way I acted tonight. I
don't know what got into me. Is there some way I can make
it up to you?"
Rachel smiled with a touch of sweetness and then
swallowed to push back the stomach acid that was crawling
up her throat. Blood dripped over Mr. Hampton's lip as he
stepped forward, closing the distance between them like a
cat shadowing a bird in a garden. This was the worst case
scenario. Her dad had prepared her for this possibility
and now it was her job to turn their practice into action;
there was no room for wishful thinking or tactical slip-
ups, and there would probably be no second chance. Winning
would require that she become something that she wasn't,
deceitful and savage, having the will to prevail at all
costs, or else accepting the consequences of failure. Mr.
Hampton stood just inches away from her, the tip of his
erection poking her stomach. He knocked her fingers away
from her nipples and then grabbed both of her breasts,
crushing the soft mounds in his hands. Rachel's instinct
was to break free of the pain and run, but she remained,
staying close to him, casting a glance at his cock,
flashing a smile and saying, "Oh Mr. Hampton, you really
are so big."
He licked some blood from the corner of his mouth. "I
knew you'd come around eventually, girls like you always
do."
"I guess you're right. Maybe I was too embarrassed.
It's just that I've never done it before. Do you think
it'll hurt?"
"You'll get used to it, just like Chloe did."
"Would you like to sit me on the table again? You
know, to get me in position and everything." Mr. Hampton
grabbed her under the shoulders, lifting her off the floor
and then dropping her on the table with a thump that
caused her breasts to bounce once and then settle back at
rest. "You're all mine," he said, grabbing her knees and
sliding her to the edge of the table where he pressed the
tip of his cock against the lips of her vagina. Rachel
smiled while clenching her vaginal muscles, hoping that he
wouldn't be able to push into her right away; she needed a
little more time. "Are you sure that you'll be able to fit
all of it inside me?"
"Of course I can. You and Chloe are about the same."
"Would it help if I did this?" Rachel pulled both her
knees back, fully exposing the splash of pink that glowed
from within a shroud of pubic hair. She smiled in a
bashful way, reaching down, touching a fingertip between
her vaginal lips, and then, after his eyes widened, she
extended her hand and took hold of his cock, wrapping her
fingers around the shaft and stroking it. "Look at you
now," he snorted, "I knew you were a slut, and I bet your
daddy knows it too."
Rachel hated to hear him speak of her father, but for
now she had to maintain appearances. "Mr. Hampton, I feel
bad for being such an ungrateful guest and I want to make
it up to you, I really do, but please, be gentle, this is
my first time." Rachel ran her fingers between her legs
while he leaned down and took hold of her behind the
shoulders, arching his back, coiling around her. Things
seemed to move in slow motion as she compelled herself to
look into his eyes and smile as he slide the tip of his
cock between her vaginal lips, finding the entryway and
pushing forward, apply pressure, but still unable to
penetrate. "I'm sorry that I'm so tight Mr. Hampton. Let
me see if I can help." Rachel reached between her legs
just like she had done previously when she had stroked his
cock, but this time she took hold his balls, clamping her
hand around both of them, digging her fingernails into the
testicular flesh, feeling something scrunch as she crushed
his nuts inside her fist. "AAARRRRGGGGHHH," he cried, face
contorting in pain. He pulled his arm back and launched a
punch at her face but she saw it coming and ducked to the
side just like her dad had taught her. There was a whoosh
of wind as his knuckles flew past her forehead and smashed
into the table. Mr. Hampton shook out his hand and bared
his teeth, lip twitching. He grasped a handful of her
hair, holding her head still, pulling his arm back,
preparing to deliver another blow, but this time Rachel
reached up and grabbed his hair, yanking his head down and
jabbing her fingernails into both of his eyes. "AAAWWEEEE,
BITCH." he wailed, blindly staggering backward, bending
over, one hand covered his eyes, and the other hand cupped
his balls. Rachel jumped onto the floor and picked up the
metal vase from the table, raising the heavy object high
above her, like an athlete holding a trophy, and then she
brought the vase slamming down on his skull, making a thud
that sounded loud in the otherwise quiet house, and in the
seconds that followed he had simply uttered "ummph,"
dropping the hand away from his eyes and looking calm, in
an odd way, before wobbling and crumpling to the floor.
Rachel stood over him with her breasts still poking
over the bra cups of her bikini. She felt like a warrior
who would soon be on her way home from the battlefield; it
was the first real fight that she had ever been in and she
hoped that her dad would be proud of the way she had
handled herself. The house was still, like the body that
lay on the floor, and there wasn't any sound, except for
her own heart pumping blood through her ears. Now that it
was over it seemed as if she had been fighting for
something more than to just fend off an attacker. There
was more at stake here than her personal wellbeing; it was
like she had been acting in the defense of her family,
taking a stand to preserve their honor.
"We Moran's stick together." she said.
There was no response from Mr. Hampton. The area
under his eyes was swollen and turning black and the hair
on top of his head was matted with blood around the spot
where she had struck him with the vase. His body was
motionless, like a dead dog discarded in a ditch beside
the road after being struck by a car. Rachel looked at her
reflection in the window and pulled the bikini top back in
place to cover her breasts. She felt cold, shivering,
rubbing her arms, swallowing to hold down the bile from
her stomach. What if she had gone too far? What if she had
killed Mr. Hampton? She pressed three fingers to the
inside of his wrist but did not detect a pulse, and then
she touched his neck the way doctors do on television but
couldn't find a heartbeat there either. Nothing was
happening to indicate that he was still alive. She felt
dirty. What if he really was dead and nobody believed her
story and she ended up being blamed for murdering him?
That just couldn't happen, not after all she'd been
through. Maybe she was doing it wrong; if he was alive
then he must be breathing, she had to find out so she
licked her finger and held it under his nose but didn't
feel any sign of breath, and then she licked two fingers,
coating them with slobber, and once again she held a
shaking hand beneath his nostrils, and this time she
discerned the faint cooling of evaporation on her finger
which meant that he had exhaled and that he must be alive.
It was a relief to find out that he hadn't died but
the sight of him quickly became repulsive so she turned
away and took another look at her reflection in the
window. She felt embarrassed about being naked from the
waist down, but there wasn't any time to worry about that
now; Mr. Hampton would wake up sooner or later and this
time he would be really mad. She needed to find a way to
tie him up securely, like with handcuffs or ropes. Rachel
ran out to the garage and looked for something that could
be used to restrain an angry man but she only found
storage crates and carpentry tools. Then she remembered
seeing a movie where a hostage had been bound with duct-
tape just like the kind that was hanging from a peg on the
workbench, two big rolls of it.
Clutching a roll of duct-tape in each hand Rachel
left the garage and returned to the kitchen. Things were
finally starting to work in her favor and she intended to
keep it that way; for now on nothing would be left to
chance. She expected to use most of the duct-tape for the
purpose at hand, first securing his feet, thinking that if
he suddenly revived then at least he couldn't stand up and
come after her. Then she wrapped his fingers and wrists
with a double dose of duct-tape just to make sure that he
could never grab her again. After that she taped his legs,
strapping them together until he looked like a mummy, then
she secured his arms in front of his chest, taping every
available part of him that was capable of movement. When
the job was finished she stepped back for an evaluation
and determined that he was fully restrained with no chance
of escape; when Mr. Hampton regained consciousness he
would find himself totally immobilized and completely at
her mercy. She leaned against the kitchen counter for
support. The energy was going out of her. She remembered
that she hadn't eaten dinner so she took a moment to look
in the refrigerator, finding some grapes and bread, eating
while keeping an eye him. What would he say to her when he
woke up? It was so quiet in the house. She walked around
the room, becoming startled for a moment when she thought
she saw a stranger in the reflection of the glass door. It
was almost as if she didn't recognize herself. The time
had come to put on some clothes.
Locating her suitcase was the priority as it would
have both her clothes and her cell phone, but a search of
every room, closet, and drawer in the house turned up
nothing so there was no choice but to go into Chloe's room
and borrow some clothes, which should be fine under the
circumstances; she had earned the right to do whatever she
wanted in this house. Rachel put on a pantie, jeans, and
t-shirt. The sensation of wearing clothes was reassuring,
making her more confident when she returned to the kitchen
where her captive had started to wake up. It took a while
for him to regain consciousness. When his eyes did reopen
he immediately began to struggle and call her names,
making all kinds of threats. Tying him up in duct-tape had
been a good idea. Time was working in her favor now, there
was no need to rush and there was no reason to engage with
him in a conversation, but she did apply more duct-tape,
sticking some of it to the hairy areas of his body and
then ripping it off, taking a measure of satisfaction in
the way he howled in protest. She even applied a wrapping
of duct-tape around his cock. It would be fun to see him
try and take that off.
Rachel considered what to do next. Her mouth had
become dry with thirst so she took a soda from the
refrigerator and then sat on the sofa in the living room,
slowly sipping it and thinking about her options. Mr.
Hampton would undoubtedly make up a story that she'd gone
crazy and tried to kill him or rob him or something, he'd
already promised as much and that was probably the only
honest thing he'd said to her all night. Surely her dad
would believe her account rather than his. It should be
obvious that she was telling the truth, after all, she
didn't even want to come here in the first place. She'd
even take a lie detector if necessary but she shouldn't
have to; her dad should just know that she was telling the
truth, he knew her better than anyone else. Rachel rested
her head on the back of the sofa. The next thing she saw
was sunlight glowing behind the curtains. She had fallen
asleep for what must have been a several hours and didn't
even remember closing her eyes. It had been stupid to let
her guard down no matter how tired she was. Mr. Hampton
could have broken free while she was sleeping and gotten
at her again. Fortunately he was still lying on the
kitchen floor, the duct-tape holding him securely. A
puddle of urine spread over the linoleum tiles in front of
him, and he was looking at her.
"Rachel sweetheart, hasn't this gone far enough? You
can release me now, it'll be okay."
"No."
"I don't understand what got into me. I didn't mean
to be so rough with you. I promise to leave you alone for
now on."
"You're a liar."
"There could be a lot of money in this for you. I'll
give you as much as you want if you let me go and promise
to not tell anyone what happened."
"Do you pay Chloe to keep her mouth shut?"
"Leave Chloe out of this."
"I don't think you're in any position to be telling
me what to do, Mr. Hampton."
"Maybe you'd prefer that I tell people you went crazy
and attacked me."
"In that case I might as well get a steak-knife and
cut off your cock right now; that should help to make your
story more believable."
"You're crazy. You wouldn't dare."
"I'll dare to do anything I feel like doing and right
now I'm sick of listening to you so maybe I should tape
your mouth shut."
"No, don't do that."
"What did you do with my cell phone?"
"I'll give it back if you release me."
"Never mind, I don't need it that bad."
It was obvious that Mr. Hampton had planned every
detail in advance; he had closed the curtains on the
windows facing the street and he had hidden her clothes
and cell-phone, cutting off her communication with the
outside world, and he seemed to know that she would
sacrifice herself before letting anything bad happen to
her dad. He had only failed to consider that she might
gain the upper hand. At this point it would seem logical
to head out the door and never come back to this place,
but it was a long walk back home and Mr. Hampton might get
loose in the meantime. As an alternative she could ask the
neighbors if she could use their phone call her dad, but
that would require an explanation of why the Hampton's
phone wasn't working and she could go on and tell them
what happened last night but there was no guarantee they
would believe it. The only safe choice was to somehow get
to her dad and tell him everything before anyone else did,
however, that might require staying here until he came to
pick her up on Sunday afternoon.
"You can't leave me like this forever," Mr. Hampton
yelled.
"Actually, that sounds like a good idea."
"I'm a powerful man in this town. People are going to
believe it when I tell them how you went crazy. You'll be
taken away from your family. They'll put you in a reform
school. Let me loose and we can work this out."
Rachel took the remaining duct-tape off the table and
walked over in front of him. "The time has come to shut
you up once and for all."
Mr. Hampton squirmed when he saw the tape in her
hand. "No, not that."
Rachel pushed his mouth closed with her foot,
avoiding his teeth when he tried to bite her, and then she
wrapped a length of duct-tape over his lips and around his
jaw, enforcing the silence which he obviously didn't like
but that was just too bad because she was done talking to
him, and besides, it had already passed the noon hour and
she was in the mood for a quiet lunch. A sandwich made of
leftovers from last night's dinner turned out to be
perfect. It felt so good to have a full meal in her
stomach, the food strengthened her and raised her spirits,
but it also made her drowsy and the stillness in the house
was peaceful and the sofa was soft and there was no need
to move or do anything right now so she decided to just
rest her eyelids for a little while. Sometime later she
sat up on the sofa and rubbed her eyes, awakened by the
sound of the doorbell. How long had she had been asleep?
She didn't know for sure, the time had gotten away from
her again and everything was blurring together and now she
wasn't even sure what day it was. She stood up and
listened, thinking that what she heard might have been a
dream. There was pounding on the door and the sound of
voices. She leaned over the back of the sofa and peeked
out from behind the curtain. Her dad and Chloe were
standing on the porch. They were only a few feet away but
it seemed like a great distance, and she should have been
happy to see them, and she was, but at the same time she
wasn't feeling that way. For some reason it was proving
difficult to even think about going to the door and
letting them in.
Chapter 4
Samuel tried to smile as his daughter squinted into
the light. She had partially opened the door and then
looked around the porch as if expecting to see someone
else, her hair was mussed and she appeared to be tired.
There was something about her that he had never seen
before, a presence in her eyes that made her seem like
someone he didn't know. He waited for her to speak but she
just stood there in silence, blinking, watching, and
waiting. "Rachel, we tried to phone you a little while ago
but the call wouldn't go through, and you didn't pick up
your cellphone either. Is everything okay?"
"I'm fine, I guess."
Chloe tried to look through the door. "Where's my
dad?"
"He isn't able to come to the door right now. How's
your weekend been going?"
Chloe smiled, glancing at Samuel. "Your dad has been
wonderful. He never left me alone for a minute. I've had
so much fun. I hope you've been having a good time too."
Rachel thought about running away, it would be so much
easier than trying to figure out what to say. "Let me put
it this way Chloe; your dad and I haven't been in total
agreement on some things." Chloe shrugged her shoulders.
"I guess I'm not surprised," she said. Samuel listened to
their conversation, trying to be patient while at the same
time becoming frustrated with Rachel's delay in opening
the way into the house. He wanted to take her home right
now. Anything not serving that purpose was pointless. In
an effort to hurry things along he stepped into the
doorway and put his arm around her, expecting that they
would walk into the house together, but she immediately
took his hand off her shoulder and pushed him away. The
rejection twisted in his gut, she had never done that
before. He moved back. Once again he saw the presence in
her eyes, a kind of darkness, and now it had become
stronger, like steel; he had to find out what it meant.
"Come on Rachel, what's wrong?"
"I already told you, I'm fine."
"Alright, I understand, but I'm taking home now. Go
get your things."
"All my stuff is missing."
"What are you talking about? Now listen, I want you
to pack your suitcase. I'll tell Hunter that we're
leaving. This shouldn't take long."
"He's not in a very good mood."
"Well that's not exactly headline news," Chloe said.
"My dad's never in a good mood."
"Oh I think you'll find that I've made him a lot
worse Chloe, just you wait and see."
"Trust me, I've seen it all before," Chloe said as
she led the way into the house, stopping at the entrance
to the living room. "How come all the curtains are closed,
and what's that smell?" Rachel motioned with her hand to
proceed toward the kitchen. She didn't follow along with
them however, choosing instead to stay behind and sit on
the sofa, waiting and watching for whatever would happen
next. They stood over where Mr. Hampton lay on the floor,
looking at him and then at each other, neither of them
uttering a word. What were they thinking, and what was it
about the way they were acting that made them appear to be
such good friends? It was as if Chloe had become his equal
and he had accepted her like that instead of as some
teenage girl who was tagging along. Samuel turned and
walked over to where Rachel was and sitting on the sofa.
He put his arm around her shoulder and this time she
didn't push him away. "Rachel, what's been going on here?"
The calmness in his voice was unexpected. Shouldn't he be
upset or something? Maybe this way was better, just
sitting here and simmering and not saying anything until
the time was right for it to come out, slowly at first and
then faster, starting from the beginning with Mr.
Hampton's first touch after coming into the house and then
everything in the proper order and with clarity right down
to the minutest detail because it was important that he
hear it from her first and not from anyone else.
Rachel paid attention to her dad as she spoke,
looking for a reaction to interpret; he was a hard man to
read, you had to make an effort to pull the emotions out
of him which could be worthwhile at certain times but at a
crossroads like this there was no patience left for that
kind of thing, she had to find out where she stood right
this minute. "Dad, I know that Mr. Hampton will have a
different version of what happened, but I have to know
what you think. Do you believe me?" Rachel waited for what
she thought would be the typical silence that accompanied
the careful thought that always went before anything he
said, but he surprised her this time and began his reply
just as she finished her sentence, almost as if he had the
answer prepared in advance. "Yes, I believe you," he said,
"I never should have brought you here; it's been my fault
from the beginning."
Chloe rushed over to the sofa, "You beat-up my dad.
That's amazing; I was never able to stop him."
"I'm sorry Chloe, there wasn't any other way."
Chloe appeared puzzled, "Sorry for what?" she said as
they returned to the kitchen and stood in front of where
Hunter lay bound in duct-tape on the floor. Rachel put her
arms around her dad's waist, pressing the full length of
her body along his side, watching as Chloe ripped the
duct-tap off Mr. Hampton's mouth. "This time you've gone
too far," Chloe said. "Do you have any idea how
embarrassing this is for me?"
"It's all a lie. She's crazy, she attacked me. I'm
going to file a police report. She'll spend the school
year in juvenile detention."
"Oh really? Well maybe I should file a police report
of my own, you know, for all the things you've done to me.
I'm sure that everyone would like to hear about how you
started fingering me in the pool when I was twelve-years-
old."
"Chloe, be careful," Hunter said
"I don't feel like being careful, but I do want you
to know that Mr. Moran is way better than you are."
Hunter flopped on the floor like a fish in the bottom
of a boat. "You've got no right Chloe, I gave you
everything. Do you want to destroy the family? Is that
what you want? You're a sorry excuse for a daughter, just
wait until I get my hands on you." Samuel dipped his shoe
in the puddle of urine and then rubbed the sole over
Hunter's face. "I'll say this only once; if you touch
either of these girls ever again you won't live to tell
about it." Chloe scratched at her arms, looking as if she
getting ready to cry, but then she started laughing. "Want
to know what else Dad? Here it is; Mr. Moran is way better
than you."
"You're in deep trouble Chloe."
"No I'm not, but you are. Just wait until Mom finds
out about the way you treated Rachel. She'll be so
disgusted. I can hear her screaming inside my head, I
can't wait hear it for real, that'll be so much fun. How
would you like it if I told everyone about how long you've
been doing me?"
"You'll be an outcast Chloe. People will snicker
behind your back, your friends won't want to be seen with
you; life as you've known it will be over."
"Oh please, I have no life, I'm already ruined.
What's left to lose? I don't want to live under the same
roof with you anymore. I'm done with you."
Rachel listened and squirmed against her dad; she had
only been with Mr. Hampton for one night, her best friend
had lived with him for fifteen years. How had Chloe
managed to keep that sweetness about her all this time,
and what had Chloe meant when she said, "Mr. Moran is way
better?" Chloe stomped her foot on the floor. "Mr. Moran
knows how treat a girl and make her feel good, I guess
that's something that never mattered to you." Rachel
looked up at Samuel, searching for a clue as to what Chloe
was talking about. Something must have happened. She had
noticed the change when they walked in the house, it was
like they had developed some kind of connection that
wasn't there previously; they were acting more like a
couple instead of whatever they were before. Chloe pulled
up her shirt, scratching the red welts that spread over
her stomach like a cluster of spider bites. "Guess what
Dad? I let Mr. Moran do me in the butt and I liked it."
Hunter struggled in the puddle of urine, scowling. "Both
of you will pay for this." Chloe turned around and wiggled
her bottom over her father's face. "Ha, ha, Dad, here's
something else that might interest you; I let Mr. Moran
cum in my butt too. Gee, I still might have some in
there."
Rachel gulped, searching her father's eyes, "Dad, you
didn't really, did you?"
"We'll talk about it when we get home."
"You did do it. How could you? Mr. Hampton said you
wanted to be with Chloe all along but I called him a liar
and now it's turned out to be true. What did I do to
deserve this?"
"It's not your fault, I'll explain it later."
Rachel slammed her fist on her father's chest. "I
don't believe what's happening, it's my life that's ruined
and I don't believe you either Chloe, how could you do
this to me? You're my best friend, or maybe I thought you
were."
"I'm sorry, we didn't plan it in advance or anything
like that, it just sort of happened. I mean, your dad is a
great guy and I'd never been treated like I mattered, you
know, like I might be a decent human being or something. I
guess I kind of got lost in him. I hope we can still be
friends. Did my dad hurt you?"
"I'm okay, don't worry about it." Chloe reached out
for a hug but Rachel turned away. Chloe had stolen
something from her and it was impossible to pretend like
things were the same as before. Chloe frowned at the hurt
and tried to think of something to say that would enable
Rachel to understand what had taken place but she couldn't
make sense of it herself. She pinched her eyebrows
together and turned around to face her father, lashing
out, "You are worthless. You're not a man at all."
"I can explain, just get this tape off me."
"You're a fine one to be asking for anything. I'm
sick of you. Now listen, if you try any of your tricks on
me ever again I swear I'll call the cops. The only reason
I don't report you now is out of respect for Mom. She can
deal with you in her own way, and come to think of it,
right now would a great time to let Mom in on what's
happened. How do I get the phone to work again?" Hunter
didn't answer so Chloe started screaming at him. "Here's
the deal, either I call Mom or I tell the cops. Which will
it be?"
"Alright, look in the connection box outside the
garage where the telephone line comes in from the pole on
the street. You'll see some loose wires."
Rachel pushed away from her dad. "Where's my suitcase
and cell phone?"
"All your things, including Chloe's cell phone, are
in the trunk of my car."
Samuel went outside and reconnected the wires in the
telephone junction box while the girls retrieved Rachel's
overnight bag from the car. Chloe called her mother at the
retreat and told her about everything, holding onto the
hope that it would lead to some changes in the family. She
refused to believe that her mother may have had more than
a suspicion all along. When Chloe was done she gave the
phone to Samuel. The calmness in Marta's voice caught him
off guard. They agreed that she should come home as soon
as possible to deal with Hunter and that Eva should stay
at the retreat and not return until Sunday night as
originally planned. Eva argued and said that she should
return immediately as well, but Samuel reminded her that
it had been her decision to send Rachel away for the
weekend and her presence at this time would only make
matters worse. Rachel could hear her mom's voice yelling
through the telephone's receiver, and she could see that
her dad was standing up to her, refusing to change his
position, and that redeemed him somewhat in her
estimation, but he still had a long way to go.
"You don't have to hang around any longer, I'll be
okay," Chloe said, speaking to both Samuel and Rachel.
"I have to be sure that you're safe. We'll stay until
your mother gets back." Samuel said.
"See Sam, that's how you're different, you look out
for other people."
"Except for me," Rachel added, not liking the way
Chloe had used his first name.
They opened the curtains and windows to let the bad
smell out of the house, and then they went outside and
waited, leaving Hunter restrained on the floor. Marta
arrived a little over an hour later and wasted no time
before engaging Rachel in a question and answer session
that seemed a lot like a lawyer extracting evidence from a
witness in court, insisting that she describe everything
that had happened in detail. Hearing it all repeated was
more disturbing for Samuel than when Rachel had told it to
him the first time; every word was a reminder that he had
failed his daughter. Samuel clenched his fists and made a
vow to himself that such a thing would never happen again.
Marta had better wrap this up and start worrying about her
own daughter; he needed to get Rachel back home where she
could feel safe and begin to put all of this behind her.
He watched Marta's lips moving with one question and then
another question, only to be followed with a request that
Rachel expand upon what she had just said. His daughter
looked depressed. Samuel felt like smashing his fist into
Marta's mouth. It disturbed him to feel that like that
toward a woman, he had never felt that way before, but
this discussion wasn't accomplishing anything and he had
to put an end to it.
"Marta, this has gone on long enough, I'm taking
Rachel home," Samuel said.
"Wait, you need to hear this," Marta said as she
turned and looked down and her husband. "This time you've
gone too far Hunter." She spoke with poise, as if he had
rehearsed the words, a hint of a smile lifted the corners
of her mouth. "There's going to be some changes around
here, starting with this; I want a divorce."
"Why?"
"You've been unfaithful."
"Don't be such a princess, you've known about me and
Chloe for a long time."
"Never mind that, family matters are different, and
just in case it slipped by you, I was talking about the
situation with Rachel."
"Come down off your throne and be honest for a
change. You helped plan this weekend Marta; you knew what
it was all about. The whole thing was your idea."
"It was not all my idea Hunter, I merely went along
with it, but that doesn't matter, the point is this; if
Rachel had been willing then things would be different,
but she wasn't and now you've disgraced out family and
offended our friends, and frankly, I've had enough. Our
marriage is over."
"Mom," Chloe yelled, "wait a minute, that thing you
said about me and Dad being a family matter; do you mean
that you knew what he was doing all this time and you
didn't even say anything?"
Marta held the palm of her hand to her forehead. "Oh
please Chloe; we both know that you were, shall we say,
receptive to the attention."
"No I wasn't. How could you say that? You're such a
phony Mom. I know what's really been happening around here
all this time; you've been using me, you always find an
excuse to get away from the house and leave me alone with
him, just like this weekend, but now you made a big
mistake and got our friends involved and I'm sorry that I
didn't warn you Rachel; I was so happy to be away from him
that it didn't occur to me to think about you until it was
too late. I'm so selfish, I feel terrible about what
happened."
"At least I got away," Rachel said.
"Now Chloe, let's not drag Rachel into our family
affairs, we can talk about this later tonight in private,"
Marta said, turning away.
"Look at me Mom, what about me? Will you just let
anything happen to me? Sometimes you act like you don't
even want me around."
"I think you've intuitively suspected this for a long
time Chloe, and while it's not something that I've wanted
to discuss, I will now since you brought it up, but I will
warn you, when you hear what I have to say you may find
yourself wishing that you'd never pressed me on the
subject. So, to be blunt Chloe, the place you hold in my
heart is not typical for a mother. That's because of the
way you came into my life. I met your father when we were
seniors in high school and on our very first date I found
myself on the backseat of his car in a struggle much like
Rachel just had, only in my case, he won, and that was how
you were conceived and I hated him for it and I hated that
I was pregnant and I tried to act in a way that was
expected of a mother, I really did, but every time I see
your face I'm reminded of how my life could have been
different and whenever I hear your voice I can't help
thinking that you never should have been born and that
this isn't the life I was supposed to have; I could have
been somebody if it wasn't for you." Silence filled the
room after Marta finished speaking. A red blotch spread
over Chloe's neck and she started scratching at herself in
a way that was more like clawing. "Stop it Mom, this
doesn't make sense; if you really feel that way then why
are we a family at all?"
"Chloe, try to see it from my perspective; I'm here,
and you're here, because I didn't have a choice, my
parents wouldn't consider letting me have a baby out of
wedlock, putting you up for adoption was too disgraceful
for them, and anyway, they believed that I'd brought it on
myself and that I had to take responsibility. They solved
the problem like they did with everything else in their
lives; they reduced it to a monetary transaction. My
parents made an arrangement with Hunter's family and we
were married. Hunter was set up in business and I was set
on the path of a good wife and mother. We were supposed to
live happily ever after, but as you know, it didn't work
out that way."
Chloe's lip began to tremble as if she was starting
to cry, but she held it back, turning away from her
mother, covering her face with her hands and looking down
at the floor. Dad took her away to a corner of the living
room where they talked for a few minutes in voices that
were too soft for the rest of us to hear what was being
said. They occasionally glanced back at me. I wanted to go
over and be included with them but then I just felt like
if I had been needed in that conversation then I would
have been invited, and for some reason I was okay with
that even though all of this should have been about me
instead of Chloe. It really is remarkable how she always
manages to make herself the center of attention. After a
while my dad came back to the kitchen with Chloe shuffling
behind like she had to follow him everywhere or else she'd
get lost. He didn't even look at Chloe's parents, he just
came up and faced me and said, "Rachel, let's go home."
A smile started to come on my face but I stopped it.
"Let's go and never come back."
"I wish I could go with you," Chloe said.
Samuel looked at Chloe as if wanting to say something
and then turned to following Rachel outside. It occurred
to him that in walking single file behind her like this he
had placed himself between the Hamptons and Rachel; it was
a position that he would maintain from this day on, with
Chloe being the exception, she would always be welcome,
and he would have to finish what they had started last
night, he owed Chloe that much, if not more, but she would
have to wait; right now his daughter was the priority.
Chloe called out and waved goodbye from the porch, waiting
for an acknowledgement from Rachel that didn't come.
Rachel had sat down in the car and was looking the other
direction, leaving Samuel to perform the courtesy for both
of them, which he did, waving back and staring at Chloe
for longer than Rachel thought was necessary.
Arriving back at the house didn't seem to be really
happening, or maybe it was like she was watching herself
from a distance. Everything looked the same as it had the
day before, however, it didn't feel the same. The sense
that she belonged here was missing. Rachel walked in the
door. This was the place where she had grown up, this was
her refuge, but something was missing and now it was like
she was groping around in the dark trying to find her
connection to this patch of land. She was like a branch
that had been broken off a tree. Rachel went to her room
and sat on the edge of the bed for close to an hour. She
didn't bother to unpack her bag, she just sat there and
looked at the stuffed animals from her childhood, and she
looked at the picture of the family when they went to the
ocean on the Fourth of July, and then she closed her eyes
and looked at nothing. Why couldn't she relax? Her dad had
chosen to leave her alone for a while, probably thinking
that she needed some time to be with herself and to sort
things out, and he was probably right about that, but now
she was starting to get bored and hungry so she decided to
go find him and keep him company for a while.
There was the click-clack of a door opening followed
by the thump-thump of her feet coming down the hallway;
familiar sounds that lifted his spirits; it was good to
have her back. She came into the kitchen and leaned
against the counter for a moment, quietly looking at him
before saying, "Can we barbecue hamburgers tonight Dad?
I'm starving." The tone in her voice had strengthened in
contrast to the nervous way that she had been speaking at
Chloe's house; it was more like the old Rachel, if not
entirely so. "Yes, that's a great idea," he said.
"I never knew a dinner at home would sound so good,"
Rachel said, stretching her arms above her head and
looking out the window. Sparrows had gathered around the
rim of the bird bath in the back yard. They were taking
turns jumping into the water, fluffing their wings,
reminding her that she could use a bath too.
"Dad, would you promise me that you'll... "
She left the sentence unfinished, but that didn't
matter because Samuel was going to give her an answer
anyway; he had an idea about what she intended to say, and
even if he was wrong, there was still something that
needed to get out in the open. Delaying it wouldn't do any
good. He hoped that she would believe him, but he would
have to understand if she didn't. "I'll never send you
away again," he said. Rachel spun around; he hadn't
hesitated even a little, he just came out with it, and
that was good.
"Thanks, I needed that," she said.
The feeling of being normal had begun to return,
there was a warmth in her chest and a feeling of peace
settled over the room, but then she her nostrils flared,
it was the smell of Mr. Hampton, some of his sweat and
saliva had probably stuck to her body, it was an odor that
made her want to peel off her skin. The memory was ugly
enough, but this was too much, she would not stand to be
marked with that man's odor for another minute. Rachel
excused herself and went back to her room. She took off
the clothes borrowed from Chloe and walked into the
bathroom, stepping into the shower. The water and the soap
and the steam were soothing and it made her feel fresh.
When she was done with the shower she let the warm summer
night inspire her to choose a light blue shirt with white
shorts, a pretty outfit of the kind that she would now
only wear in the presence of someone she trusted, and
considering the context of this evening and the company
she would be keeping there really wasn't any necessity to
wear a bra, and come to think of it there wouldn't be any
need to wear a pantie either, after all, it was still
Saturday and her mom wouldn't be home until tomorrow
night.
The wisp of an evening breeze blew under her shirt
when she came out to the back yard and checked on how her
dad was coming along with dinner. He was standing in front
of the barbecue, flipping the burgers. Puffs of smoke rose
into the air. "Remember, I like mine well done," she said,
winking at him and walking in a circle over the grass in
her bare feet before returning to the picnic table on the
patio. She went to work arranging the place settings and
pouring the drinks, but she kept her eye on him too,
wondering about the kinds of things that occupied his mind
and what he really thought of her. They had only said a
few words since he brought her home. When dinner was ready
she made sure to wash her hands before they sat down at
the table. The hamburger was delicious and he even made a
colorful salad to go along with it which was a good thing
because she had an appetite that was going to be hard to
satisfy. She caught him glancing in her direction as she
chomped down one mouthful of food after another. Was he
expecting her to say something? She wasn't sure what he
wanted and she didn't have anything to talk about anyway
so she just kept eating and hoping that she wasn't making
a spectacle of herself. He set his fork down and touched a
napkin to his mouth, and then in a break with tradition he
began the conversation, a move that took her by surprise
as he normally waited for her to say something first.
"Rachel, do you remember how you used to sit with me while
we ate dinner?"
"I do remember. It was fun; I used to pretend you
were a horse. That was a long time ago, what made you
think of it now?"
"It just occurred to me for some reason. Would you be
willing to try it again?"
"I'm too big."
"Not really, I think you're just right."
Rachel had forgotten about how they used to sit
together at dinner, probably because it was so many years
ago. Back then her feet didn't even touch the ground as
she straddled her legs over his thigh, and back then she
didn't think there anything unusual about the sensation
that had accompanied her sitting on him in that way. The
thought of doing it now made her blush. "I guess it would
be okay if you really want me to," she said, sliding over
the bench next to him and lifting her leg over her his
knee, slowly sitting down and adjusting her position so
that his thigh muscle nestled comfortably beneath her
crotch. She was startled by the warmth that radiated up
through her shorts, but she had to admit that this was
pleasant and he certainly did seem to be enjoying it as
well. "Dad, I've been thinking about what Mrs. Hampton
said, you know, about how he wasn't the one who came up
with the idea for this weekend."
Swallowing the bite of food in his mouth was
difficult, but it wouldn't be as difficult as answering
her question. Rachel was a perceptive girl, seeing through
to the crux of an issue, adept at discerning the slightest
untruth. It was inevitable that sooner or later she would
uncover some aspects of his life that he would rather
leave hidden, and in this case she was getting close. "I
think you mother was motivated by a concern that we might
be spending too much time together."
"Ha, I guess we disproved that theory. If I'd been
with you this weekend nothing bad would have happened."
"Your mother knows that now, but she still may have a
hard time admitting it. She has some problems of her own.
The main thing is that I'll never let anything come
between us again."
"You better mean that. For now on I'm holding you to
your word."
Rachel hips rocked over his leg in a gentle motion as
she watched the clouds turn red on the horizon during the
final phase of the sunset. She knew that he had taken
responsibility for what had happened, placing the weight
of guilt upon himself. The fact that he felt bad about it
made her feel even worse. It was a trap and she wanted to
put an end to it, she wanted to put it all behind her and
have a life again. She had fought to win for him as much
as she had for herself. All her effort would amount to
nothing if the family ended up self-destructing out of
regret. She had escaped Mr. Hampton in a physical sense,
and now she wanted her dad to escape the residue of
emotion along with her. The two of them should take the
memory out with the trash, however, she couldn't let go
like that unless her dad could do it too. Rachel rolled
her head back and whispered into his ear.
"I don't blame you for what happened. I want you to
try and forget about it."
"That's good of you Rachel, but I could have
prevented you from going over there, I should have known
better."
"Look Dad, you're being too hard on yourself, nobody
knows for sure what will happen in the future, so whatever
it is you feel bad about, I forgive you, but you have to
forgive yourself too or else it won't work."
"I don't' deserve you."
"Yes you do, but you have to say it, tell me that you
will let it go."
"Alright Rachel, if this is the way you want to deal
with this then I'm all in with you."
"Thanks DAAAAD. It means so much to me. We have to do
this together, there's no other way. Think about it;
pretend you and I are hiking in the mountains and a bear
comes after us so we run back to the cabin for safety but
if one of us doesn't make it then the other one will be
sad forever. That's the way it is with you and me. Both of
us have to get through this, but I did leave out one
thing, there's just one small requirement that I have for
now on; I want you to promise me that you will never,
ever, drink whiskey."
"No problem, but why make such a fuss about it?"
"Chloe's dad drank a lot of it. Just thinking about
that whiskey smell brings back thoughts that I don't want
to think about."
"So lips that touch whiskey will never touch yours?"
"That's right."
"Then no whiskey for me."
Rachel adjusted the way she was sitting, sliding back
on his thigh just enough to inadvertently bump against the
front of his pants. She held still, aware that a firm
mound was pressed against her bottom. It made her wonder
if he still harbored feelings like that day in the pool
when he held her tight and spoke those words that she
would never forget. It was a question that would have to
be answered eventually, when the time was right, but not
now because she had no idea how to respond to anything he
might say concerning that day. "I never suspected that Mr.
Hampton had been doing Chloe all this time," Rachel said.
"I mean, he's awful, how could she stand to live there?"
"I don't know, but I believe she'll find a way
through it. We must keep Chloe in mind and never forget
that she's a friend."
"I would always stand by a friend, even if she did
try to steal my dad."
"You make it sound like grand larceny. Chloe didn't
try to steal anything. Sometimes accidents happen."
"Chloe's smarter than you realize Dad; she just made
you feel like it was an accident when actually she set it
all up to happen accidentally on purpose."
"Rachel, I'm proud of you."
"You're changing the subject, but why did you say
that?"
"I'm thinking about the way you stood up for
yourself. There are things in your character that even I
didn't know were there."
"I just did what you taught me, you know, fight dirty
and use whatever weapon I have at my disposal. He
underestimated me and when I had an opportunity I took the
advantage, and even then I wasn't certain how it would
turn out. If it hadn't been for some good luck he would've
got me." A chill went through her like winter wind. "I've
never known a fear like that, it was worse than those
nightmares when I'd wake up screaming in the dark and
you'd come running to my room. Even now it keeps playing
over and over in my thoughts. He was like some kind of
demon from hell or something. I'm trying to push it out of
my brain and get back to the way I was before but I feel
like some part of me has changed. It's as if the fight is
never going to end. I know that I'm home and everything
should be fine but something feels like I haven't come all
the way back, some part of me is still hasn't gotten away
from him." Rachel turned sideways on his lap, extending
her legs along the picnic bench, burying her face in his
neck, closing her eyes, and then something let loose and
she started trembling.
Samuel stroked her hair. "Do you feel okay with me?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me, but yes, I
think you're the only person I feel safe with right now.
Maybe I should hang around with you all the time; I didn't
even like being alone in my room when we came home."
"That'll be an easy job for me. You can hang around
all you want."
"It might seem that way to you but nobody else can do
it, and by the way, Mr. Hampton said he was going hurt
your business if I didn't go along with him."
"Good thing you didn't fall for that line. It'll
never happen, but look, my accounting firm is not
something that you have to be concerned about. Someday
though, say if you do decide to go to college and become a
CPA, then perhaps you can become a partner in the business
with me, if you want to. When that day comes I'll have
plenty of things for you to worry about."
"I just might do that Daddy, but there's something
else he said, I don't know if you're willing to talk about
it; he said there was a certain girl when you were in high
school, he said you couldn't protect her and you couldn't
protect me either, and he made it sound like he'd get me
sooner or later just like he got her."
"He'll never so much as look at you again, I'll make
sure of that, but the story he told, it was a thread of
truth woven into the fabric of a lie. There was a girl, an
amazing girl, but he left out the part where he hurt her
and that it was sad and terrible and ugly. I'm still
haunted by it. She was new at our school and I fell for
her on the first day when she walked into French class;
she was sweet and smart and pretty and different from the
other girls, a lot like you in many ways. Back then I was
shy and inexperienced and before I could build up the
courage to ask her out she went on a date with Hunter. She
never talked about what happened but that didn't matter
because Hunter told his version to anyone who would
listen, bragging about how she had given it up so easily
in the back of his car. I knew it was a lie but the kids
at school couldn't see it, or they didn't want to see it,
they just went along with Hunter, rejecting her, it was
like they hated her for no reason. After a while she began
to act as if she had accepted their verdict, playing her
life in a way that fell in line with everyone's low
expectation of her. She was angry and defensive and she
somehow became less attractive over time, it was like she
was rebuilding herself from the inside outward to be a
girl who nobody would want, and she succeeded; by the end
of the school year she was nothing like the girl she had
been nine months earlier. I wish I could go back in time
and do it all over. What happened to her in the back of
that car should never have been, she was a great girl and
it still hurts to know that she was all alone that night,
alone with nobody there to stand up and fight for her."
"Dear god, I feel so sorry for her," Rachel said. "I
wish I could have been there to help; I would have fought
for her." She shook her fist in the air.
"I bet you would have." Samuel closed his eyes,
opening them a moment later to look directly at his
daughter. "And now you know the reason why I taught you
how to defend yourself."
"I'm glad you did."
Rachel liked the way her father was talking to her.
He was sharing some important stuff and making sense for
once in his life. He had a history that started way before
she was born, things that happened a long time ago were
having an impact on them now; there was an emotional
legacy being passed on to her, a silent inheritance
exerting its influence across generations, possibly
lasting until she had children of her own and beyond. The
evening was warm and he was holding her with a
desperateness that made it seem as if he never wanted to
let her go. Rachel rested her head on his shoulder,
thinking that she wanted to stay with him like this until
she fell asleep, and it had become obvious that he was
appreciating her as a girl as well, becoming firm and big
down there while they were talking, but that was to be
expected because after all, he was a guy and she was a
girl and it was only a natural reaction to their
closeness.
It was becoming dark outside so they decided to clean
up the table and go back in the house. Eating a good meal
had helped to ease the jittery feelings that lingered from
the night before, but still, there was a tension that
followed her everywhere, putting her on edge, making her
feel like she had to be on guard for the next attacker
even though she was perfectly safe at home. If only she
could change her feelings as easily as she had changed her
clothes. Maybe there would be some way to distract her
mind, kind of like changing a television channel. She
thought about it and decided that there was one favor that
she had wanted to ask of her dad but had never found the
right time to pop the question. It was something that she
had wanted ever since she put on her bathing suit for the
first time this summer. The request was of a nature that
was kind of embarrassing and as a result she had been
postponing it all summer long, but tonight they were alone
and this just might be her best ever opportunity. Rachel
pondered her options, deciding that now was the time take
action. She waited until he finished working in the
kitchen and came out to the living room to be with her and
then she snuggled up next to him on the sofa, ready to
deploy all her powers of persuasion.
Samuel thought well of the way she cuddled herself
beside him with her chest pressing on his arm. He never
got tired of looking at her delicate blue eyes, cascading
blonde hair, and shapely legs. It was a thrill to be in
her presence and even this minor level of contact quickly
aroused him to an extent that must have been obvious to
her as she leaned her head on his shoulder and gazed down
over the front of his shirt. The situation was awkward but
there was nothing he could do about it so he decided to
start a conversation. "Rachel, I've wanted to ask you
about something you said yesterday when you talked about
your teacher taking liberties with you after class, you
mentioned there were some boys too."
"Um, I didn't mean to say that much, but to be honest
I have messed around some, but just a little."
"It sounded like you were letting them do anything
they wanted."
"Well yeah, I guess, not exactly anything, but I
don't think of it as a big deal, actually I kind of
enjoyed it."
"You said you were letting them feel you up, but did
you ever kiss them?"
"You know, now that I think of it, no, I never did
kiss any of them. Do you think that's weird?"
"Not necessarily, kissing is more personal."
"Hey, maybe that's why Mr. Hampton's kiss was so
gross. The thought of being kissed by him makes me sick."
"Have you ever been kissed in a good way?"
"Not really, or maybe when I was really little, back
then a girlfriend and I used to practice kissing in the
woods. She was such a sweetheart, her lips were soft and
wet, but don't worry Dad, I'm not turning into a lesbian."
Rachel wanted to hurry up and end this discussion so she
could ask him for that favor, but how could she if he kept
asking her all these questions?
"Would you like to practice a little more?"
"Come on Dad, it's only you and me here, I don't have
anyone to...." Rachel's voice faded into silence, her
cheeks filling with a blush, her fingers pulling at her
shirt, her lips forming an oval as it occurred to her
where this might be headed. "Dad, are you talking about
you and me? Are you serious?"
"Yes, don't you remember when we kissed in your room
on Friday afternoon?"
"I forgot all about that," Rachel said, thinking that
yesterday might as well have been last year.
"It'll just be a continuation of what we were doing
then. Now how about if we just experiment for a little
while? You can stop anytime you want. Think of it like
that time with your girlfriend."
"I don't know if I can pretend, I mean, back then I
was really young and gullible."
Rachel became silent and waited to see what would
happen next. She was proud that her dad was athletic and
looked better than many of the guys her own age. When he
picked her up after school the girls would often tease her
by asking if she was "dating an older guy," and Rachel
would respond in kind by saying, "You should try it
sometime." The truth was that many of the girls looked at
her dad as if they actually would like to go out with him,
a sentiment that was perfectly understandable; he was
handsome, smart, friendly, and independent too, even
running his own business, and Rachel admired that quality
of self-reliance in a man. Goose-bumps dotted her skin as
he stroked her hair, brushing his hand over her cheek,
drawing a fingertip down her arm, smiling with warmth and
sincerity. Rachel's chest rose up with each breath that
filled her lungs and her nipples became taut beneath the
blue shirt. She lifted her head, parting her lips,
abandoning reticence and letting him kiss her. He seemed
to hold back at first, but then he became bolder, kissing
her in a way that went beyond what would be expected from
a father. There was eagerness in the way that he flicked
his tongue around inside her mouth and she was astounded
at how he seemed to be speaking to her through the kiss,
saying, "I want you, I need you, I've got to have you." He
was treating her like a woman, taking pleasure from her
receptive lips, and she felt sexy and full with desire for
him. How could she resist? Why would she want to? And why
is it that good things have to come to an end? She was
right there, forgetting herself, letting go, ready for so
much more. Everything had happened so fast and she didn't
understand how she could get to the point of being swept
away by mere feelings and surely that's what would have
happened if he hadn't pulled away from the kiss for some
reason, but it wasn't like he was abandoning her at a
crucial moment or anything, he was still holding her
close, and he was doing it in a way that she liked and
hoped would continue.
The sounds of kids, cars, and dogs faded away as
people went inside their homes for the evening. He had
begun to massage her neck and shoulders, releasing the
knots of tension that had taken up residence back there
during the previous night. It was like Mr. Hampton had
injected her with a poison that had infected the muscles
all along her back-bone and now her dad's fingers were
extracting that vile presence out of her. "Hummm," she
moaned, becoming more relaxed with each passing minute. In
another twenty-four hours her mother would be coming back
home. What would happen then? Would there be changes
around here or would her mother resume the crusade to keep
her separated from her dad? It would be unbearable to go
back to the way things were, there had to be some way to
improve the living situation around in this house.
"Why do you put up with her?" she said.
"Who do you mean?"
"I'm talking about Mom, who else would you think?"
"I understand you've had some difficulties with your
mother. That's perfectly normal."
"I'm talking about you, Dad, sometimes you're so
blind, I mean, it's like you choose to hide from the
truth."
"Your mom and I have made some mistakes, I admit it,
and we have some problems of our own too, but give us a
chance, we'll get it right."
"You're doing it again, right now, avoiding the
subject. Look Dad, it's so obvious, she doesn't love you.
I don't know why I have to say this. You should be able to
figure it out for yourself." Samuel had thought about it
many times, but he had never talked about it, especially
with Rachel. He held the belief that every marriage
eventually became a facade of peace and harmony that
obscured the private torments in peoples' lives. It was a
pretense that was supposed to fool his daughter as well,
but he should have known that deceiving her would be
impossible. "Mom even told me that the only reason she's
staying in the marriage is for my sake, like she's doing
me a big favor and I should be grateful. Isn't that
selfless of her? She never thinks about herself for a
minute." Rachel started laughing.
"That might explain some other things too."
"Like what?"
"I shouldn't be telling you this, but for some time
now your mother and I have been more like roommates than a
husband and wife."
"How can you stand to live like that?" Rachel said,
uncrossing her legs and moving them apart to a small
degree. The gesture turned his attention away from the
conversation. He'd rather focus his energy on his
beautiful fifteen-year-old daughter anyway. Samuel ran is
fingers along her thigh, from her knee to the hem to her
shorts. "Sometimes marriages are kept together for the
sake of the children. What else would you have me do?"
"If you don't love her, then leave her, but take me
with you."
"That's a complicated proposition, there's no
guarantee what would happen if there was a legal fight
over who got custody of you."
"I'd tell the judge that I want to be with you."
"Let's worry about that some other time and just have
fun while we can."
"What do you want to do?"
"Well first, you never told me if you liked the
kiss."
"Do I have to tell you everything? Couldn't you
tell?"
"Sometimes I like to hear the words."
"Alright Daaaaady, I liked it."
"Well then maybe I should kiss you again."
Rachel awaited his next move. He was smiling and
looking over her face, chest, and legs, and it seemed as
if he was seeing her for the first time. "Do you want to
stare at me or kiss me?" she said, curling her lips in a
mischievous wisp of a smile as he stroked the inside of
her leg, spreading out his fingers and touching both
thighs at the same time. She squirmed on the sofa and
nonchalantly moved one leg a little to the side. A warm
sensation rippled through her and she wondered if he would
continue touching her or if that would come to an end
without an explanation just like the kiss had. She hated
all the waiting. If he wanted to kiss her then he should
just get on with it. Did she have to spell out everything?
After all this time he should know what she wants. But now
what was this, he was lifting up her leg, hooking it over
his thigh and then pushing her other leg back on the sofa
cushion so that she was open in front of him. This would
be embarrassing or even scary if she was with anyone else
but what did he think he was doing? He ran his fingers
through her hair exactly like he had done before their
first kiss but this time he was also playing with her
shirt, sliding his hand underneath it and rubbing her
tummy. The fabric of her shorts stretched tightly between
her legs, and now he was looking down there, staring right
at her. How was she supposed to respond to that? She
couldn't think of anything to do or say. It certainly was
an unusual situation, but it was exciting to have him
noticing her as well.
"Don't wait forever to kiss me Daddy, and don't be
too easy on me either, I can handle it."
The sound of the neighbor's screen door slamming shut
drifted over the fence from the back yard. A breeze
elevated the curtain away from the window. Rachel
remembered the time when a boy had fondled her breasts in
the back of a school bus, and she remembered the teacher
who reached beneath her skirt as she stood by his desk,
and now she watched her dad's hand moving from her tummy
to the front of her shorts and then down across the zipper
and between her legs, squeezing and petting her little
mound. This was something that she had never imagined
would actually happen. Her own dad was feeling her up,
just like a real boyfriend, only for some reason it seemed
better this way. Maybe that was because nobody would
approve, or perhaps it was because he was trustworthy. He
did seem to know just how to touch her, rubbing the exact
spot where her clitoris had peeked out from its protective
fleshy flap inside her shorts, making her wet, making her
throb as if there was a heart beating in her pussy. A rush
of warmth radiated upward through her chest.
"Oh Daddy, yes, yes, ooohhh."
Samuel put his lips over her mouth, turning the
remainder of her sentence into garbled mumbles. His little
girl was fervently kissing him now and while he had
started slowly she had quickly escalated the affection
with a lascivious, serpentine tonguing inside of his
mouth. Rachel wouldn't have to tell him what to do this
time. He knew this was her way of letting him know that
she was hungry for his attention and that she wanted more
of the same. Now this was a request that he would be happy
to accommodate, after all, his daughter had made him stiff
as a broom stick and he wanted more of her as well.
Their second kiss lasted longer and by this time
Rachel had begun to feel her body taking over in a manner
that was surprising, like the way her hips made rhythmic
thrusts toward his hand, she'd never done that before with
anyone. There was something about this moment that made
her feel young and alive again, and it was so startling
when he slipped his hand inside her shirt, cupping her
breasts and rolling her nipples between thumb and finger.
But how would her minimal chest compare to what he'd
already known with Chloe? And there were other questions
too; like how many other ninth grade girls were doing this
kind of thing with their dads? There was no way to know
for sure but it would be surprising if she was the only
one. It had all come so naturally, like the way he
unbuttoned her shirt and kissed all over neck and bare
breasts, and then he kissed her tummy and even lower,
getting down on the floor, lips moving along the inside of
her thighs. She watched in silence as he took hold beneath
her knees and spread her legs wide open, leaving the thin
fabric of her shorts as the only thing left to keep them
apart.
Samuel released the button on the waistband of his
daughter's shorts and pulled the zipper. Creamy skin
flowed down from her navel to where he expected to see a
pantie, but there was no pantie at all, only a small patch
of fluffy blonde hair. Such a lovely girl, she was only
fifteen but she had grown up so much; the pubic curls felt
soft as feathers as he weaved his fingers through the
delicate strands of her golden bush, and then his brain
went quiet, expelling every thought except for those
concerning Rachel, and he slipped his hand inside her
shorts, fondling the puffy mound that was wet with the
essence of her arousal. She was ready for more. He put his
fingers through the belt loops by her waist and tugged
downward, waiting until she lifted her bottom away from
the sofa, and then he removed his daughter's shorts,
leaving her naked from the waist down.
"There's no place like home," she said, immediately
feeling like it was a silly thing to say at a time like
this, but it had just flowed out of her mouth as naturally
as breathing. Samuel smoothed the wrinkles out of her
shorts and folded them into a neat square. "That's
especially true when you're here. Maybe we should plan
more weekends together."
"I'd like that."
"How about we go camping sometime?"
"Do you promise?"
"Would you be willing to invite Chloe?"
"Did you have to say her name? I'm mad at her."
"Chloe doesn't deserve to take all the blame, it was
more my doing that hers, but look, I know this is
difficult, and I also know that the two of you were great
friends and you'll be friends again someday. You've got a
lot in common, you need each other, so let's make a deal;
if you invite Chloe then I'll promise to take both of you
camping sometime before you have to go back to school."
"I'll think about that later."
Samuel felt strongly that it was important for the
girls to reconcile, but Rachel was right, that could wait
for another time. Right now she appeared startled when he
pulled her to the edge of the sofa, looking left and right
and then staring at him with wide eyes and exclaiming
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." when he lifted up her knees and
pushed her legs back against her chest. Her swollen pubic
mound formed a graceful curvature against the contour of
her bottom, the succulent folds of her pussy lips parting
just enough to expose a ribbon of pink that glistened with
dew-like droplets. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs
with his daughter's delicate aroma. The scent imbued him
with energy and desire; it was a fragrance that made him
hunger for her all the more. He traced a saliva moistened
fingertip around her virginal flower, lowering his lips
over the protruding button that was nestled on top,
circling the tip of his tongue around sensitive spire; she
squirmed on the sofa and spoke to him in a voice that
sounded tentative, "Where are you going with this Daddy?"
and he replied, "It's just you and me Rachel, we're going
to be home alone all night for the first time," and then
without saying another word he slid the full length of a
solitary finger into his daughter's tight little pussy.
"Ooohhh my goodness," Rachel said as she leaned back
on the sofa. "I don't believe what's happening." Samuel
watched his finger disappear inside of his daughter only
to reappear again and again as he slid it in and out. Her
pussy was soft and wet and warm and she was using it
either by will or by instinct to grasp at him as if she
was trying to hold him in there. She had coated his finger
with her secretions and released an intense dosage of her
musk, filling his head with an aromatic fire. "Thank you
for letting me play with you," he said.
"You're welcome, but how do I compare?"
"Compare to what?"
"To someone else you've known."
"I wouldn't compare you to anyone, and if this is
about Chloe then I want you stop it. She's not here; it's
only you and me."
"I can't help it."
"You are Rachel Moran. There's nobody like you in the
whole world."
"I hope so, and you better not be telling a tale just
to get your way with me." Rachel giggled and then wondered
why. This was one of those things that you hear about but
never expect to actually happen. The sight of his head
down between her legs made her feel dizzy, a girl doesn't
plan on this sort of thing; a grown man licking her pussy,
waves of pleasure bursting through her body as he fingered
her in the most delightfully wicked manner, rubbing his
finger all around inside of her. He had made her so wet.
She wanted to have all of him. But why did she feel this
way? Why was the prospect of daddy-diddling such a thrill?
Samuel savored his daughter's body for close to a
half-hour. She appeared to enjoy the attention and became
increasingly vocal, saying things like, "That's good
Daddy, don't ever stop." It was a sentiment that he
attributed to her impulsive nature but no matter the
reason he would oblige her to the best of his ability,
after all, the nectar that soaked his finger spoke clearly
of her condition and in such a situation it was his duty
make sure that her needs did not go unfulfilled. He
noticed how she gripped his finger, relaxing and then
tightening her vaginal walls as she moaned "Oh my goodness
Daddy, aaahhh Daddy." She had abandoned her modesty and
was thrusting her hips in a libidinous frenzy. He knew
that she was nearing an orgasm and he was all set to help
her attain that pinnacle of pleasure, but then she pulled
herself back from the edge of the seat cushion, sobering
her emotions with an impressive degree of willpower as she
pushed herself up with her hands, regaining self-control
and looking down to where he was kneeling between her
legs.
"Daddy, weren't you wondering even a little as to why
I didn't wear a pantie tonight?"
The question caught Samuel off guard. He had wondered
about it when he first pulled down her shorts but his
curiosity had been replaced by the excitement of her
stunning acquiescence to his advances. The absence of a
pantie had only made the circumstances all the more
tantalizing. But now that she had brought up the subject
he found that he really was interested to know why. If
girls her age were inclined to running around without
panties then it was something he wasn't aware of. "It did
seem unusual," he said, "but I didn't think it was a bad
idea. Why don't you tell me about it?"
Rachel was confident that the timing of her ploy had
him trapped. He had to grant her request or run the risk
that she wouldn't allow him to have any more fun with her
tonight. "Well Daddy, here's the reason." Rachel pinched
his earlobe. "Sometimes I go without a pantie because it's
fun and I like the way it feels, but tonight I did it
because I have a special favor to ask you."
"Do you need to go shopping?"
"No, you silly guy, you see, we all know that
underwear can be a necessity but right now I'm worried
about something different. I'll just come out with it and
hope that you won't think I'm weird or something." She
looked at him and brushed the hair away from his eyebrows.
"Daddy, I want to shave." Rachel pointed toward her pubic
hair. His eyes focused between her legs. There wasn't a
great amount of pubic hair for her to shave in the first
place and what hair she did possess was very attractive,
sitting there like a delightful blonde crown for her
feminine treasure. There was no reason for her to shave at
this young age. Where would she get such an idea? "Now
Rachel, I don't think that it would be a good idea to
shave off your pubic hair, there's nothing wrong with you
the way you are and I'm sure it would upset your mother."
"I know she'd be upset, I already talked to her about
it. That's why I'm coming to you. Remember a few years ago
when I wanted to start shaving my legs? Mom had a fit."
"This would make her explode."
"I know, but if we just go ahead and do it then it'll
be too late, she won't be able to do anything. Come on
Dad, I hate my pubic hair. It sticks out of my bathing
suit. I feel hideous."
"I suppose we could say you've been getting teased
about it."
"That's a great idea."
"Alright then, you have my permission."
Rachel got up from the sofa and headed down the
hallway to the bathroom and Samuel followed behind. She
hadn't bothered to put on her shorts. He decide those
kinds of details were insignificant at a time like this.
The pleasure of watching the graceful movement of her bare
bottom was all he could ask right now. When they reached
the bathroom he stopped at the door and suggested that she
put a new blade in the razor and use plenty of shave
cream. Then he turned to walk away, saying that he would
wait for her back in the living room.
"Wait, you can't leave me like this."
"I'm not leaving. I'll be waiting for you."
"Oh no, I don't think so, I've never done this
before. Your supervision is required."
"Rachel, this is the kind of thing that you have to
learn to do for yourself."
"I know Dad. I just want you to show me how the first
time. This is more complicated than shaving my legs. I
might cut myself."
Samuel walked back into the bathroom. "Well, if you
insist, but just this one time."
She threw her arms around him in a grateful hug.
"Thank you Daddy."
Samuel managed to conceal his elation over the
opportunity as presented. His daughter's blonde hair and
blue eyes were enchanting and he had always thought of her
as the prettiest girl in attendance at Fleurton Junior
High, and he had told her as much, but in spite of that
she often struggled with periods of despair when
insecurity over her appearance and her own value made life
difficult. Even the sight of her image in a mirror became
unpleasant. At these times it was hard for her to deal
with people. Samuel believed that he had developed an
instinctual understanding of her struggle and how to help.
He knew when to leave her alone and when to pop her
bubble. He pushed her, but not too fast. He wouldn't let
her become isolated. Sometimes he saw Rachel sitting under
the same cloud as her mother. There had to be a better
path. The episodes had decreased in frequency over the
last year or two. He had hopes that the condition would
eventually fade away to nothing of its own accord.
Sometimes she complained about not being as tall as her
classmates. Her shorter stature and diminutive breasts did
make her appear younger than the other girls in the ninth
grade. However, it was those attributes which had made her
stand out. He liked her the way she was; blonde hair, blue
eyes, slender, fragrant and warm. She was attractive to a
point where the events of this evening, while not being
planned, were seen as falling into a natural order. Her
appeal would only be amplified by the absence of hair.
Samuel unbuttoned her blue blouse and pulled it off her
shoulders, hanging it on a hook in the middle of the door.
She stood before him, blushing, her nipples lifting
upward. A patch of hair adorned the top of her crotch.
Samuel smiled, at this moment they were happy and
that was all he could ask. "Our goal here will be to shave
off every last hair, and when the shaving is done your
skin down here should be as smooth as your breasts."
Samuel petted the top of her pubes. "And there should not
be a single nick or scratch either."
"That's the way I want to be," Rachel said. Now,
let's not waste time by talking the night away. What are
you going to do first?"
"This can't be rushed. The first thing I'll do is to
take these little scissors and trim away the excess hair.
We need remove as much as possible before the actual
shave. Once that's done then we can go to work with your
razor.
"Ha, ha, this like going to the salon. Tonight you're
my personal stylist."
"I make house calls too."
Samuel turned Rachel around and had her step into the
bathtub for the initial trimming. He used a technique much
like that of a barber, drawing the comb's teeth through
the curly hairs and then pruning it back with the
scissors. The process was repeated until only stubble
remained. Bits of hair dotted the tub around her feet, and
with all that hair removed, the form of her pussy stood
out in a way that was bold, making Rachel appear more
mature than fifteen years of age would suggest.
"You made short work of that," she said. "I'm
impressed, and I think I was right about needing your help
too. I never would have gone to all this trouble, not at
all. I would've just started shaving and made a mess of
things."
"Are you ready for the next step?"
"YEEESSSS. I want it now."
Rachel yelped with surprise when he took hold of her
beneath the shoulders, lifting her out of the bathtub and
setting her on top of a towel that had been placed next to
the sink. She leaned back against the mirror. Samuel
raised her feet up on the counter and parted her knees,
placing a washcloth soaked in warm water over her crotch.
The soaking of the area to be shaved was obviously a
necessary part of the process, but it had once again
rekindled the pulse of excitement that she had experienced
just a few minutes ago, and that made her want to do
something. It took so little to get started with him, but
why? If people found out they would say that she shouldn't
have acted like this with her father, and maybe they would
be right, but she was beyond the point where turning back
was an option; she couldn't help it, there was just no way
to keep one thing from leading to another, and besides,
she probably wouldn't stop even if she could, and
certainly not now as he was taking the can of shave cream
from the counter and pushing the button on top, filling
the palm of his hand with white foam. He removed the
washcloth and applied the shaving cream all around between
her inner legs, even including the small space directly
above her anus. This was it; he was holding the razor
under a stream of hot water that poured out of the faucet;
the shaving was only seconds away.
"I can't believe I talked you into this but I'm glad
I did," she said.
"It was a good idea. You're going to look spectacular
when we're done."
"Are you having as much fun with me as you did with
Chloe?"
"I'm with you now Rachel, I'm not even thinking about
Chloe. Why do you ask?"
"Um, maybe I just don't want her to do anything
better than me."
Samuel worried about his daughter's bitterness toward
Chloe. He accepted that he was the cause of their
conflict, and he felt bad about it, and he resolved that
sooner or later he would find a solution as for them, but
right now he had a more pressing matter to attend to, so
he leaned over her and carefully pulled the razor through
the shaving foam for the first time. A smooth swath of
hairless flesh was all that remained. He washed the hairs
and foam out of the razor and repeated the procedure.
Rachel leaned back against the mirror, pulling both knees
up to her shoulders, wiggling her toes. Her lips seemed to
shine with a moist coating of nectar. A burst of pink
radiated from between the parted folds. It was a challenge
just to finish the shave.
Rachel felt the unmistakable between her legs. That
pulsing part of her had a mind of its own and it would
take over again, just like it had done on the sofa a few
minutes ago, if she let it happen. Fortunately that time
she had managed to pull herself back from the brink or
else she'd probably be on her back right now instead of up
on the counter getting a shave. Those lovely feelings
swarmed her vagina, stronger than before, they were
feelings that had the power to change her thoughts, the
way she saw things, feelings that came from within,
feelings that made her struggle, not with something
external but with something inside where she was trying to
figure out if she should hold back or let go. She watched
her father apply a fresh layer of warm water and shave
cream over the top of her pussy, shaving her yet again,
but this second time he pulled the blade in a different
direction, shaving against the grain, making sure that she
would be perfectly clean and smooth, as if she never had
any of that nasty hair down there in the first place. He
was done on top and was now working on the valley inside
her thighs, carefully angling the blade through the
crevice and up the side of her pussy, being careful to
lift the blade away without touching her vaginal lips.
Last of all he shaved the tiny space below her pussy which
turned out to be unexpectedly sensitive and capable of
sending out a flurry of tingles that rippled around her
anus. It was fun to get a pussy-shave, even with the
embarrassment of having him staring at her with that
consuming look in his eyes. Then there was that swelling
in the front of his trousers too. A reminder of that day
in the pool when she wrapped her legs around his waist,
giving up, letting go, riding him. Now she understood what
had happened; he had lost control and taken her and he had
spoken his desire when he came. Afterward he had been
embarrassed, or afraid, she couldn't say for sure, but she
did believe that he had truly wanted her, at least at that
moment. Had it been a onetime fluke or was there a chance
that she could make him that way again, and if she could,
then how would she handle it?
"How do you think I look?" Rachel said.
"Amazing, I'm really impressed."
She leaned over and looked between her legs, "I was
hoping you'd like it."
"Hold still, I have to get you cleaned up."
Samuel soaked the washcloth in warm water and held it
between her legs, gently wiping away the residue of shave
cream so that nothing would be left to dry out her skin.
The task she'd given him had been performed with
meticulous care and he was proud that he hadn't nicked her
skin even once. He pulled the washcloth away and evaluated
his work. She was as smooth as porcelain. The darker flesh
of her vaginal area proclaimed its grandeur against the
lighter backdrop of her thighs and tummy, and she had
become swollen too, with her pussy lips flaring apart as
he applied a skin moisturizer over the entire area that
had been touched by the razor's blade. It seemed to Rachel
like he was trying to think of absolutely everything as it
pertained to her comfort and wellbeing. This really had
been a good idea after all. She never realized how
beautiful her pussy looked until now, all that hair had
been hiding some genuinely spectacular merchandise, and he
seemed to be noticing the same thing because he had
started doing stuff that had nothing to do with the
shaving process, touching and squeezing, making her pussy
lips splay apart like rose petals in bloom, and then he
leaned down, coming closer and closer and she saw the top
of his head and the tip of his tongue and that feeling
began to pulse within her vagina all over her again.
"Oooohhhh Daddy, I never knew you had such talent."
"I just concentrate on my work until I'm done, that's
all, and when you shave yourself that's the way you should
be too. Right now I'm just checking how good a job I did."
"Alright Daddy, I understand; you keep checking all
you want."
Rachel hooked her ankles around the back of his neck
and gazed down between her legs. Her dad's face was right
there and his mouth was open and his tongue was extending
outward, licking, slithering between the lips,
disappearing inside the folds, wiggling along the length
of her moist little pussy. The tip of his tongue circled
and flicked at her engorged clitoris. The feeling was as
good as anything she'd ever hoped for and she wanted it to
keep going that way for long time, but there was a
complication; the waves of pleasure had begun to build up,
higher and higher, moving toward a sensual precipice and
she wanted to embrace that blissful plunge but she wasn't
ready to let herself go just yet, there were still things
she wanted to discuss with him first, however, those
things could wait for another moment because she simply
had to enjoy a little more of this incredible feeling,
especially now that he was sliding that one finger into
her again, that single naughty finger moving in and out,
going all over the inside of her like some kind of curious
explorer, and then his head lowered down again and the tip
of his tongue began to encircle her lust filled clitoris,
lashing at her and releasing a shudder that rolled through
her spine, inundating her brain with a strange beauty. His
hand reached up to her breasts, softly pinching her
stiffened, tingling nipples, and then he touched a finger
to her mouth and she opened her lips and took that finger
all the way in, sucking on it like a piece of candy, and
she was content and peaceful, having made it to the edge
of the precipice, shaking, thrusting her hips, letting go
and crying out, "OOOOOOHHHHHH DAAAADDDEEE, OHMYGOD,
DAAADDEEE, DAAAADDEEE, ooohhh, aaahhhh."
Rachel trembled on top of the bathroom counter, her
legs spreading wide open before the eyes of her father.
She rolled her head from side to side against the mirror,
her chest heaving with each gasp of air, and as the
minutes passed her bodily tremors slowly subsided and her
senses returned and she saw that he was still down there,
quietly watching her with that one finger remaining
motionless inside of her and she wanted that finger to be
right there and not go away even as he stood up and came
closer, looking in her eyes, kissing her with a tongue
boldly penetrating her mouth. This was more than a mere
kiss, it was a gesture of appreciation and it made her
want to do it all over again; he had been with her and
they had taken the journey together; he had given her a
gift and now she needed to return the favor.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Wow Daddy, um, yeah, I'm really extra okay. That was
completely amazing."
Samuel was pleased to see the glow in is daughter's
eyes. She didn't have to say anything, her expression made
it obvious that she had allowed the full measure of sexual
pleasure to take possession of her mind and body, and
perhaps her soul too. She appeared satisfied and at peace
with herself, and hopefully with him as well. Rachel
grasped the back of his neck and wrapped her legs around
his waist. They hugged for what seemed like a long time,
and he looked in the mirror at the waves of blonde hair
covering her shoulders, and he became lost in her.
"Has Mom ever shaved for you?"
"No, she'd never do that."
"Why not?"
"She's not as adventurous as you are."
"Why doesn't she just try something new for a change
and see if she likes it?"
"Some people prefer to stay with what they know, even
if it's less than what they had hoped for."
"That's weird, but I've got a surprise. Are you ready
to hear what it is?"
"Oh really, what is it?"
"I'm going to shave you too."
Samuel searched for something to say. Was she serious
or just fooling around? One look into her eyes provided
the answer; it was no joke. Now here was a development
that had not been anticipated. He didn't feel comfortable
with the prospect of having his pubic hair removed, it
seemed unmanly, but on the other hand he didn't dare
refuse the request and risk ruining the magic that had
brought them to this miraculous moment. Perhaps he could
talk her out of it by appealing to her reasonable side.
"Men don't usually do that Rachel."
"I don't see why, if girls can do it then guys can
too. I just thought that since both of us were here alone
it might be fun to shave together."
"Shaving a guy is more difficult, we've got a lot of
extra stuff hanging around down there."
"I promise to be really careful. I watched how you
did it. I learned a lot, I know I can do it. Please?"
Samuel remembered the last time he refused one of her
requests. It had been a terrible mistake. As a result he
was now inclined to grant her whatever she wanted, and if
she became spoiled in the process then that would be
preferable to whatever else could have happened. He sighed
in capitulation, she had won. He had to admit that it
wasn't a bad idea anyway.
"Well, okay, but you can't tell anyone."
"I promise Daddy. Now relax, this is going to be lots
of fun."
Rachel hopped off the counter and got busy
unfastening his belt and pulling down his pants. The arc
of his partial erection swung free in the air. It was an
astonishing sight to say the least, but she didn't have
time to dwell on that now; there was work to be done. She
had him stand in the bathtub where the first task would be
to trim off the excess hair just like he had done with
her. For the actual shaving she decided to have him stand
on a towel in front of the washbowl where she soaked him
in warm water and then applied the lather. She imagined
that she was going to be shaving the beard off Santa
Clause, and then she became serious and recalled every
detail of how he had done it; she took her time, applying
more shave cream when needed, holding him like the shifter
in a car, judiciously negotiating the sharp blade around
the varied terrain, thinking that his testicles felt heavy
and full like little billiard balls. When the job was done
she stepped back and placed her hands on her hips.
"I think you look better with no hair Daddy."
"Thank you Rachel. I have to admit that I like the
feeling. I guess it must be similar to what you're too."
"Maybe, but now need to move on to the final step; I
have to check my work and make sure that everything is
okay."
Rachel looked over the area where she had shaved him,
giggling, blushing, smiling. She reached out and touched
the smooth skin with her fingers, wrapping her hand around
it, feeling it grow firmer as she examined him from
various angles. She sat down on the side of the bathtub
and cupped his balls in the palm of her hand, her lips
forming an oval, kissing him softly. Then her mind went
blank and for a moment she didn't think about what she was
doing as her head moved forward and her mouth slipped over
the ridge on the crimson bulb. This was quite a mouthful
to contend with on her first oral experience so she
decided to proceed slowly, learning and developing the
skill as she went along; bobbing her head back and forth,
coiling her lips around her teeth, soaking him with
saliva, and of course, slurping and sucking. It was so
exciting to have her mouth stuffed with his prick. He was
becoming so hard. There was a girl at school who knew all
about this kind of thing and up until now Rachel had been
of the opinion that she didn't want to be anything like
her. The girl had a reputation for getting passed around
from guy to guy or from girl to girl, and at one point she
even became involved with her boyfriend's father.
Consequently, she wasn't someone who Rachel saw as a role
model, although the girl was honest, which is an admirable
trait. Rachel liked her as a friend. The girl was someone
she could talk to, someone who could tell her about the
kinds of things which she never intended to do; things
like blow-jobs. Rachel took a moment and considered the
circumstances. As it turned out man was rather attractive
all shaved and clean. Suddenly that part of him had become
beautiful and appealing and she simply couldn't help
slipping her lips over his cock. It was so easy. Now she
understood what her friend was talking about; having a guy
in your mouth is the most natural thing in the world.
Her mother would not be happy about this, but her
mother wouldn't be home until tomorrow night so there was
no need to worry about that now; things could be allowed
to progress at a pace that was comfortable for a fifteen-
year-old girl. At the moment she appeared to be perfectly
at ease; sitting before him with her blonde hair
reflecting the bathroom light, her blue eyes twinkling
mystery and excitement. Rachel's creamy cheeks were
bulging with his stiff cock. What was it about her that
evoked such desire? The feeling was unlike anything that
he had experienced with any other girl. It was like she
had been custom made in precise detail especially for him.
However, their familial connection did present an
inescapable conundrum that he would have to deal with
eventually, but not right now because at this moment his
daughter's oral attentions had him on the verge of
depositing a load of spunk into her pretty little mouth. A
rapid onset of pressure built up behind Samuel's
testicles, a sure sign that his release was near at hand,
but he didn't want that to happen right now, he wanted to
save it for later when he took her to bed, then he would
give it to her the right way, a proper fuck for a young
daughter with all the comforts of a soft mattress, clean
sheets and pillows. That's the way he had planned it, but
now the scheme was proving difficult to carry out to
completion. There must be some way to tactfully disengaged
from his daughter's lips, those beautiful pink lips that
were sliding over his saliva soaked cock; he tried to pull
back but his hips would not budge, he stayed in her mouth
instead, holding the back of her head and pushing inward
until the tip of his cock was poised at the back of her
tongue. He managed to restrain the urge to plunge down her
throat but that was the best he could do, the spasms had
started and the semen had begun to flow. Samuel looked
toward the ceiling and then closed his eyes.
"Oh yes Rachel, ARRRGGGHHH, your mouth feels so
good."
A series of contractions followed one after the
other, seizing his cock, pumping the seed into her mouth.
Everything felt warm and wet. The intensity of the
pulsations slowly diminished until he was spent and still,
and when he returned to self-awareness he realized that
Rachel had not said a word, and when he looked he found
her staring up at him with those beautiful blue eyes,
still holding him in her mouth, semen foaming around her
lips. Bubbling, gooey, white sperm coated her tongue,
drooling from the corners of her mouth, dripping off her
chin and splatting on her leg. She looked sweet just
sitting there and grinning with her mouth full of his
sticky discharge. Rachel wanted to say something but she
couldn't with her mouth all full like this, so she made
the effort and swallowed, her eyes widening, and then she
swallowed a second time, taking all of it down her throat
and into her stomach. She was surprised at how much there
was.
Licking her lips, "Did I do okay? How do you feel?"
"Rachel, I'm at a loss for words. You were amazing,
thank you so much. How did you learn to do that?"
"Um, I have a girlfriend who talks about it
sometimes, but mostly I learned right now, you might call
it on the job training. I taught myself by paying
attention to how you were reacting and I tried to figure
out what I would like if I were a guy. You were my first.
I never thought I'd be able do that, not ever with
anyone."
"You learn fast. Hopefully it was a good experience
for you too, but just so you know, you don't have to
swallow if you don't want to."
"I thought it was fun. There was more of it than I
ever imagined. At least I know that I'm capable of
swallowing if I ever decide I want to again."
"What do you want to do now?"
"I have no idea. Let's just hang out."
Rachel shrugged her shoulders and grinned as they
came together for one more hug before leaving the
bathroom. Their slippery, hairless genitals rubbed
together in a lewd embrace. She angled her hips forward,
rubbing her crotch and genital lips over the front of his
cock, and what a pleasant surprise it was to become
aroused by her again, just minutes after ejaculating in
her mouth. Recovery had never come to him this fast. They
still had the whole evening so there was no need to hurry
things along. He was grateful for every moment with her
and he wanted everything to be perfect for her, no matter
how long he had to wait. They faced the mirror, looking at
each other, discussing the options for how the spend the
time. After what had just occurred the thought of putting
on clothes and going out sounded boring to Rachel, so she
thought about it for a minute and decided that she would
rather put on one of his shirts and just lounge around the
house for a while. That was fine with Samuel. He would be
happy to relax along with her in a bath robe.
Rachel took a t-shirt from the dresser and put her
hands through the sleeves, pulling it over her shoulders
and then looking around her waist to see if it was long
enough to keep her covered. She glanced about with a
coyness that diminished his resolve to go slowly with her.
Did she know that the thin fabric was conforming to the
shape of her bottom? Did she realize that her breasts were
standing up provocatively? Was she aware that it was
impossible to avoid staring at her legs, and if she did
comprehend of the subtle power of these things then how
would she want him to respond? He wasn't sure of the
answer but he did think that she probably had some
intuition about him, that he was like a moth circling a
candle, getting closer with every orbit. They went to the
living room where the conversation meandered among random
topics of little significance until they landed on the
subject of what Rachel wanted to be when she grew up. She
didn't have a good answer for that question, saying "I'll
make up my mind when I get to college." When Samuel
pressed her to be more specific and try to make a plan for
her future she said, "Alright Daddy, if you must know. I
might go into accounting just like you did, or I might
decide to be a model and become famous." He couldn't tell
if she was serious or not, but if she was being sincere
then it was time for a stern lecture; she was a smart girl
and she should be setting more appropriate goals than her
second choice.
Rachel laughed and got up from the sofa, strutting
across the living room with the overstated hip movements
employed by professional models sashaying along a catwalk.
She twirled around with the t-shirt flying up around her
hips, displaying the curve of her waist. That was all it
took for Samuel to forget about the concern over her
career plan. He chose instead to go along with her and
play the role of a pageant announcer, saying, "Here is the
lovely Rachel Moran, who tonight will be modeling this
year's newly designed t-shirt." Getting her dad involved
in the silliness encouraged Rachel to exaggerate her
performance even more. She swaggered over the carpet with
one hand on her hip, looking over her shoulder to see if
he was watching and then pivoting and tripping on herself,
tumbling to the floor, giggling and nonchalantly parting
her legs as if it was no big deal, even though she knew
that it was, and now he was staring at her with an
intensity and she recognized that gaze for what it was,
but these eyes were protective as well as desirous and
that was very different from what she had seen the night
before and so it didn't cause her to be concerned when he
picked her up off the floor and then carried out to the
swinging chair on the back porch. The evening air was
warm. Stars dotted the sky and moonlight illuminated the
bushy trees along the fence that surrounded the perimeter
of the property. Samuel held his daughter on his lap and
considered that nobody knows for sure what will happen
tomorrow, no person can say with absolute certainty that
their life will last another minute, but on this
particular night he did feel as if he possessed a
foreknowledge of the events that would take place before
the sun rose in the morning, and if his expectation was
correct then he had little inclination to change course
now.
"I feel sorry for Chloe," Rachel said, "I mean, I
couldn't stand her dad for one night and she's been with
him her entire life."
"You're right. Hopefully her mother will take control
of things for now on."
"Her mom doesn't seem to like her very much and I'm
sorry but I'm still mad at Chloe; I feel like she tried to
take my place in your life."
"You're going to have to figure out a way to get over
it. Chloe is a friend of ours and nothing that has
happened will change that. Look, nobody can replace you,
that's impossible."
"Forgiving her is what it'll take, and that'll be
impossible."
"You found a way with me."
"I know. Do you think she'd prettier than me?"
"Of course not, but please Rachel, be honest about
it; you are both beautiful girls."
Rachel thought about it and decided that she liked
what he said. It was beginning to feel as if he really
wanted to be a part of her life, and he seemed stronger
now too, more in control and willing to go after what was
important. She wanted to snuggle into the muscles on his
arms and so that was what she did while at the same time
adjusting her position on his lap. There was so little to
separate them in so many ways; for one her mother was
gone, thankfully, and while the loose fitting shirt
concealed her chest it made no contribution toward
covering her bottom, but that was fine because for this
one night she had him all to herself and right now that
was what she wanted more than anything else. Over the
course of this evening it had become clear that his
feelings for her had travelled beyond what she had
perceived of him previously, however, that wasn't enough,
she wanted to know more; what was really going on inside
his head, and more importantly; would he ever say those
words again, whispering only for her; like he had on that
afternoon in the pool?
"I just can't get over the difference between Chloe's
dad and you."
"I'm glad you noticed."
"Are all you guys that different? I mean, it's like a
girl never knows what to expect."
"A lot of women think we're all the same."
"No you're not; he's a monster."
"We'll be more careful who we trust for now on."
"That part is easy, I don't trust anybody. I'm so
done with guys. I mean it."
"Now don't let this turn into your mother. I'm sure
you'll fall in love someday and have a family of your
own."
"Maybe, we'll see."
"Hum, perhaps I should pretend to be your boyfriend
for a while."
"Oh really, and how do you plan to do that?"
"It wouldn't be too different from the way we are
now. We'll simply spend more time together. I'll take you
places and buy things for you and I'll be crazy about you
because you deserve it; you're smart and clever and
pretty."
Rachel swiveled around to face him, hands on his
shoulders, straddling her legs over his lap with her knees
on the seat cushion. It was silly to think of her dad as a
boyfriend, but in some ways he was the best friend that
she ever had, and he was a guy, and those were the
essential ingredients for a relationship and maybe it did
make sense because for some reason she was still having
peculiar thoughts about him that started a long time ago
when she was much younger, like on the day when she had
gone to visit a girlfriend who lived in a big two-story
house with a magnificent stairway that curved down to the
foyer from high above. They had so much fun sliding down
the stairway's wooden banister and even at that young age
she had noticed the strange and wonderful sensation as she
squeezed the smooth beam between her thighs, thinking of
him then, and at night when she was alone, and now again
in the backyard beneath a cloak of darkness with that same
beautiful feeling rising up. She considered that certain
things might happen that could never be undone and that
would be okay if he was really in this with her all the
way and not just playing with her like all the other guys
she had known.
"Dad, are you really serious about what you just said
about wanting to be my boyfriend?"
"Of course; you don't think I'd joke about something
that important, do you?"
"I don't know, but what would people say if they
found out?"
"They won't suspect anything because we'll be acting
like we always do."
"What about Mom?"
"I have ways of dealing with her."
"Don't you think all this is kind of unusual?"
"Not so much as you may think; lots of girls your age
have a secret life."
"Really? You mean like us? I had no idea."
"This kind of thing isn't the subject of public
conversation, but nevertheless, it is happening, even with
girls like you. It's happening in the places where people
are together and free to be themselves; in the bedrooms,
late at night, behind closed curtains."
Rachel squeezed the flesh on her chin as she often
did while taking an exam at school. "Would a trial period
be okay?"
"Sure, and if at some point you decide this is not
for you then we can go back to the way we were."
"How should we start?"
"We already have."
Rachel considered the prospects for their mutual
arrangement. The possibilities were intriguing but loaded
with danger. At least under this plan she would have
someone trustworthy to be with all the time, a guy who
actually knew her and liked her anyway, somebody she could
depend on and come home to and now that she thought about
it he'd even be here when she woke up in the morning. Now
that's a full-service boyfriend. Hum, secrecy would have
to be maintained, obviously, but that would just make
their affair all the more exciting, as if there wasn't
enough of that already, why even at this moment he was
getting big down there again. So what was she supposed to
do now?
Rachel squirmed on his lap, hoping that it didn't
cause him any discomfort. "Why don't we make like we're on
our first date," she said. "You just brought me home and
walked me to the front door and now you're going to try
and kiss me goodnight for the very first time." Samuel
thought that was a good idea and attempted to remember
what it was like back when he had been on a first date
with a girl like his daughter. "Rachel, I had a great time
with you tonight and I really want to see you some more.
Would you like to go out with me again sometime?"
"Yes I would, call me tomorrow, okay?"
"I promise. Do you think it would it be alright if I
kissed you goodnight?"
"Well, we have known each other for a while so I
suppose it wouldn't be inappropriate, but you have to stop
right away if you hear my parents coming to the door."
Rachel watched him smile in response to her role-play, all
of which was silly, of course, but for some reason it made
her feel good to go through the routine of dating a guy
even if was make-believe. She felt his hand behind her
neck, pulling her forward until their lips were touching,
softly at first and in a way just like she imagined a shy
guy would do on a first date, and then after a few minutes
had passed their lips became wet and greedy, slipping and
sliding over each other with open mouths and invading
tongues that lashed out in the sensuous darkness of their
mouths and Rachel hardly noticed that he had reached
beneath her shirt and she didn't bother to reflect upon
the absence of her pantie and the fact that his robe had
come open; she just held onto his shoulders and rolled her
hips back and forth, moistening his hairless genitals with
a coating of her feminine ambrosia.
"Do you kiss all the girls that way?"
"Nope, only you. Why do you ask?"
"I was hoping the answer would make me feel good."
"Did it work?"
"I'm afraid I fell for it."
Samuel found it exciting to kiss a fifteen-year-old
as if she were an adult woman, and indeed, Rachel was
responding to him as if she actually was fully grown,
nuzzling her face into his neck, kissing beneath his chin,
swaying her hips and arousing him, making him hard. The
over-sized t-shirt had been the perfect garment for her to
wear on this occasion. It allowed him to easily reach
underneath and touch her anywhere he wanted. Was that
something she had planned? He was glad if it was because
her breasts and nipples were a joy to fondle.
"Daddy, I need to get up for a minute. There's a
cramp in my leg."
Rachel rose up on her knees, leaving him extending
upward between her thighs. He reached under her shirt and
took hold of her bottom, squeezing the soft flesh. A
fingertip brushed over her anus. He moved his hands along
the side of her legs and up to her tummy, rubbing her
navel before moving down to where her pubic hair had been
but where it was now smooth like she had been before when
he gave her baths. His wife had come in one day and looked
over his shoulder with silent disapproval, and he had
finally decided that Rachel was old enough to bathe on her
own, and how she was old enough to dig her fingertips into
his shoulders as he touched her in a personal way, parting
the lips and sliding through the moisture.
Rachel looked up at the pinpoints of light that
dotted the night sky, stars that could have burned out
long ago. How did she fit into such a universe? Where
would her light go? He had slid a finger inside of her and
was moving it around, turning her into a wet mess, and
then she felt herself being opened up a little more with
what must have been two fingers and a moment later there
had to have been three and that seemed like a lot and
maybe she should have said something, but oh well, it was
too late now.
"Now Mr. Boyfriend-Daddy, considering this is our
first date, don't you think we should save a little
something for next time?"
"Sorry, I got carried away. How do you feel?"
"I, umm... fine I guess, maybe a little weird."
"Would you like to go back into the house?"
"I don't know what I want. Would you like to kiss me
again?" Rachel returned to the sitting position, letting
him hold up the t-shirt so that her bottom was exposed to
the moonlight. She leaned forward to kiss him and noticed
how he stood up erect between them, pressing against her
stomach, extending all the way up to her belly-button.
That was how she imagined it when he took her for his own
during that afternoon in the pool, holding and humping
between her legs and then scorching her mind with those
words that only she had heard, words that had never been
repeated. He had taken her for the pleasure of it and
without asking her consent; it was as if she was something
that he could possess and do with as he pleased, and she
had welcomed it even as her mom sat nearby sipping a soda
in the shade. Was his current condition a sign that he
wanted her like that all over again? Perhaps this time it
would be for real, fulfilling the promise implied by that
first embrace, and if so, should she let him have his way?
After all, this really was a big step for a girl to take,
even considering everything she had already done.
Samuel had never been kissed like this by anyone, let
alone by his daughter. The lust he felt for her increased
as her tongue lashed inside his mouth. That alone would
have been enough to make him happy but she was also
writhing and rubbing over his lap, marking him with her
juice and scent. He was the one being ravished now and for
the time being the only thing he had to do was to relax
and enjoy whatever she came up with next. He tried to
maintain self-control as she raised herself up, thrusting
her hips forward, rubbing against him, pressing her pussy
lips upon his cock and then sliding up and down, painting
him with the nectar that lubricated her teenage tunnel of
love. Samuel held his hands on her slender waist and let
her go on as she pleased, thinking that first dates don't
get any better than this.
Memories of their time in the pool were etched into
Rachel's memory; she kept thinking about the way he held
her in his arms and rubbed himself on the swimsuit between
her legs. He had been honest and said what he wanted and
her mind had burned with the thought that he would
actually see her in that regard and she tried to figure
out a way to respond and she tried to distinguish the
difference between a father's embrace and what that moment
had become and she had chosen to simply let him continue,
accepting whatever became of it and with the passage of
time she began to understand how one thing could build
upon another and now here she was with him again and she
had thought about it and struggled with it and she had
decided that the waiting was over; he had started
something with her on that day and tonight she intended to
make him finish what had been left undone. Rachel rotated
her hips forward so that her clitoris pressed upon the
underside of his uplifted cock, pinning the shaft against
his stomach, and then she slid herself along the full
length of it, stimulating both of them at the same time.
"Now tell me the truth Daddy; how do you like my hugs and
kisses?"
Breathing hard, "Rachel, where did you lean to do
that?"
"There was no leaning involved Daddy. The idea just
popped into my head so I did it."
"I've never experienced anything close to what you
call hugs and kisses."
"Pretty good for a first date, eh?"
"Yes, without a doubt."
Samuel slid his hands under her shirt and squeezed
her breasts. The lovely mounds radiated warmth. She smiled
and ran her fingers through his hair as a signal of
approval when he lifted her shirt, taking a nipple between
his lips, teasing the pinnacle with the tip of his tongue.
She was all that was on his mind; no clients, no wife, no
worries or regrets; tonight there was only his daughter
and her tasty, beautiful, and endlessly fascinating
breasts, and he would have continued to play with her like
this for who knows how long if it hadn't been for her
behaving so unpredictably, like when she reached down and
wrapped her fingers around him and asked, "Is that okay?"
Samuel smiled, of course it was okay. He tried to think of
something appropriate to say but could only nod with
encouragement when she followed up with some squeezing and
stroking, and then she tried something different, nibbling
on his ear lobe and then sticking her tongue in his ear,
saying, "How do you like me now Daddy?" It left him
speechless. Rachel was his daughter, she was a good girl,
and she was yet to be taken a man.
"My goodness, I don't know what to think," Rachel
said, sliding her fingers around the tip of his cock. "I
mean, the way you are right now, it's kind of amazing."
"Let's just say that you had a hand in it."
"Ha, ha, you have a way with words, and flattery will
get you somewhere, but a girl has to be careful, maybe all
along you were thinking about Chloe, maybe you were
pretending that I was Chloe and keeping it secret. Maybe
it was imagining I was Chloe that made you like this."
Rachel squeezed his erection. "Am I right Mr. Boyfriend-
Daddy? What do you have to say for yourself?"
Samuel wondered what it would take to get her mind
off Chloe; it was a question that deserved careful
consideration and he wanted to come up with the perfect
response but at this moment he wasn't thinking clearly and
there wasn't any time to think about it either; there was
only now, and there was only her. "Look at where you are
Rachel, you're the one who is with me, you're all I can
think about. I'm sorry but I can't help feeling this way."
Samuel paused and inhaled, thinking that she was fresh
like a flower in the morning dew. "So this is where we are
Rachel. Where do you want us to go from here?"
"I don't know. Everything is happening so fast."
Rachel giggled and arched her hips, swabbing her
moisture-laden pussy over his crotch and Samuel could see
that she was working through the process of abandoning
what her mother had taught her about modesty and how a
young girl should act in the presence of a man. The moral
guideposts that had previously directed the course of her
life were being set aside, allowing her the freedom to act
upon the impulses that were now flourishing in the fertile
fields of her teenage mind. "How about this Rachel; let's
just have fun, whatever that may turn out to be."
"I like to have fun."
"So do I, hum, I was wondering; have you ever thought
about how far you're willing to go on a first date? It's a
good thing to decide for yourself in advance, otherwise
someone might try and decide for you."
The question was simple enough, but for Rachel it
seemed to be loaded with a deeper meaning; it was as if he
was admitting that he wanted to take her all the way and
was asking for her permission, and that was something new,
not just for him, but for any guy, and she liked being in
this position, she liked being the decider and she liked
having a measure of control over her life. "Daddy, I know
more about how you feel than you give me credit for, and
you've been so much fun since I came home and I know that
we've done a lot tonight and that probably makes you think
that now is a good time and maybe it is but I just feel
like I might not be ready yet. I'm afraid it'll hurt and I
really don't even know how to do it or even if I can do it
and I'm worried that you'll try me and then afterward you
won't like me, and besides, what if people find out? They
would never understand."
Samuel had hoped for a more permissive answer but he
did appreciate her honesty even as he struggled to
restrain the instinct that beckoned him toward immediate
action. He wanted to take her now, before the chance had
passed by, but rushing things would never do with Rachel,
not after what she had been through, and besides, she was
like no one else in his life, she was the one he had to
respect. However, even when considering all that he still
had to ask himself if tonight would end up as one more
failure in the long line of opportunities that he had
squandered through self-doubt. Someday would he end up
watching from the sidelines while some other guy took the
pleasure of being the first to have his daughter? Many
times he had relished the spark of life that resided in
her blue eyes, the twinkle and the magic that had nearly
been extinguished last night, a glow that had slowly
returned now that she was safe at home. It was a relief
and a joy to have her back. He wanted to protect her, and
he also wanted to possess her, all of her; the pretty
smile, the red lips, the blond hair, the giggles, the
nipples, the wit, and her creamy shaved skin. There simply
had to be a better way, it wasn't all about him, it was
mostly about her, but if he waited too long it would be
too late for both of them. He had to find a compromise,
there must be some way to balance what she needed against
what he wanted, and he had better figure it out fast
because it had become clear in his mind that he would not
be able to hold out until morning.
"Alright then, I've got an idea," he said. "Let's
take a break and try something new."
"Don't you think we're doing something new already?"
"This is different. I'd like to show you how to
balance on top of me."
"What are you talking about?"
"It's easy," Samuel said as he took hold of her
waist, lifting her up so that she was standing on her
knees astride his lap. He paused for a moment to inhale
the perfume like scent that hovered around the apex of her
thighs, and then he took hold of her cheeks, one in each
hand, pulling her close and sliding her down to where he
was jutting upward between her parted legs, and then he
guided her downward some more until she reached the place
where she could go no further, to the point where she was
perched on top of him with her lips spreading over the tip
of his cock like a moist hat. "I'm wobbling Daddy, don't
let me fall." Rachel extended her arms like a tightrope
walker.
"You're doing it perfectly Rachel, just balance
yourself like that."
"I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
"Don't worry, you feel good."
Rachel swayed to the side and then regained her
equilibrium. His hands were supporting her waist but she
was still worried about accidentally tumbling off or
breaking him or making of fool of herself. This was a
crazy idea but he had said that it would be easy and she
was determined to make it work so she reached out and
grabbed his shoulders for support, stabilizing herself in
a vertical posture with the tip of him burrowing beneath
her in the place where he might conceivably go in, just
like his finger had already done, however, this was a
different situation. That part of him was much longer and
thicker than a finger and it didn't matter what she
thought in her mind, her body was not about to let
anything that size move even an inch inside of her.
"Now just relax," he said.
"Daddy, how can I with you down there?"
"Forget that I'm here."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Try to think of something pleasant."
"That's ease for you to say." Rachel closed her eyes
and filled her lungs with air. Taking a deep breath always
seemed clear her mind. She remembered her girlfriend and
the stairway and the banister and the wonderful feeling
when she pinched her thighs over the mighty beam, sliding
from the top of the stairway all the way down to the
ground floor, the friction heating up the crotch of her
pants.
"I'm imagining something Daddy, but I'm not going to
tell you what it is."
"Secrets make you mysterious."
"Ha, ha, I am a mystery and you have to solve me."
She liked to keep him guessing. When he was trying to
figure her out it was like he was pursuing her, and she
liked being pursued, minus the getting caught part of
course, but all that was beside the point because now she
had become a riddle to herself. She had two answers for
one question and both of them couldn't be right. What is
the proper thing for her to do at a time like this? Her
life had reached a crossroads; she could turn one way or
the other, going ahead or leaving him alone, each path
leading her to a different life. Rachel wanted to hurry up
and figure out an answer, but she was distracted by the
effort required to maintain her balance. One option she
considered was to just give up and sit down, completely
enveloping him by surprise, and she was inclined to do it
right now except that there was one problem; her body was
not cooperating. She tried to relax and lower herself
down, maybe just an inch or two at first so she could get
used to it, but that part of her body acted out in direct
disobedience to her wishes, tightening like a vise,
preventing her from sliding over him, putting up a
blockade that prohibited her from moving on with her life.
A sense of failure descended on her like a shroud, she
felt ashamed, dreading the possibility that he would be
disappointed with her; if other girls could do this then
why couldn't she?
"I'm sorry," she said. The hopelessness in her voice
made him sad. He was proud of her no matter how things
turned out tonight. Being with her was all that mattered.
"Sorry for what?"
"I can't do it."
"May I help?"
"I'm beyond help, broken, ruined."
"You are not ruined or anything else that's bad.
You're a normal girl in every way. Now remember, winners
never give up, and you are a winner, so now I want you try
and be still, close your eyes and see if you can think
about nothing."
"How can I think about nothing?"
"If you can't think about nothing then choose one
thing to focus you mind on. This is a process where
success is achieved in degrees. It's kind of like taking
an emotional bath. Afterward you may have more insight
about your feelings."
"What feelings?"
"The ones that have you tied up in knots."
"What makes you think that?" she said, waiting for a
reply and then adding, "Oh never mind, I'll give it a try,
but what if I fall?"
"You'll have to trust that I'll catch you."
Rachel closed her eyes and heard a single chirp from
a bird in a bush. Why would a bird be awake after dark so
late at night? Stop thinking, but falling was a
possibility even though she was holding onto his shoulders
and he was supporting her waist; forget about it, trust,
think of nothing, silence, darkness, a warm breeze and the
tip of him below, stymied, she always wanted a dog, her
bedroom, Chloe's pants on the floor, the smell of whiskey,
shattering glass, naked, running, be quiet, be still,
think of nothing, blue light glowing, shimmering,
spreading out like water, the pool, her father, clutching,
squeezing, whispering; that was the thing she could see
clearly now; if he meant what he said then she had a right
to hear him say it again.
Eyes opening, "I'm back," she said
"How do you feel?"
"I have a hunch that I'll be finding out soon enough,
but listen, there's something we have to talk about."
Rachel knew what she wanted to talk about, that was
easy, saying the first word was the problem. She reassured
herself that getting everything into the open had to be a
good idea, hopefully it would force him to be more open
about things too, and besides, if there was anything he
didn't like about what she was about to say then the time
had come to deal with it. When Rachel finally did begin to
speak she was surprised by her own poise, even as she
continued to balance over him. "Daddy, I remember that day
in the pool when you took me and hugged me and whispered
in my ear, how could I forget? I was hugging you too,
remember? And do you remember how you avoided me
afterward? It was like you were afraid of me or perhaps
you were afraid of yourself which is understandable but
you didn't have to feel that way. Your silence was
difficult for me, it left me to imagine things and I've
been troubled ever since then because you never followed
up. I didn't know if you were serious or if it was
something else." Rachel took a moment to rebalance,
noticing how he was staying hard with the tip of his cock
wedged between her pussy lips. "It's like this Daddy.
There are some things a girl has to know. If you meant it
on that day in the pool then now is the time to say it
again or else tell me it was all a big joke or something."
There was silence as Samuel thought about the unequivocal
way that she had presented her position. He remembered the
day well; something had happened that was never intended
and now that point in time had become a marker, a turning
point, a moment when their lives had set out in a
different direction and through a series of events that
had eventually led to this night. The prospect before him
was sobering. She was correct in her assertion as to what
he had to do, and there would be no escaping it, she was a
resolute girl who seldom changed her mind once a decision
had been made. But he did have his feelings which were
undeniable, and if he was to be honest then that was
something he could lean on.
"Rachel, you are everything that I could hope for;
loyal, intelligent, and brave, and you're also a sexy girl
and you are becoming more beautiful to me every day and I
can't deny the thoughts and emotions that have been with
me for some time now and even more since that day in the
pool. I hadn't planned it in advance. All I know is that
once we came together in the water I couldn't stop, I had
to have more of you. I wanted you so bad. I wanted all of
you. And now that time has passed I feel grateful for
everything that took place, as long as you're okay with
it. I told the truth then and I'll say it again now.
You're a wonderful girl, there's nobody like you, and I
want to be with you more than anything else. Now listen,
I'm going to say something that only you are allowed to
hear."
Her heartbeat thumped in her chest as she leaned her
head down, feeling his lips touching her ear, whispering,
"Rachel, I want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck me."
Bonfire like sparks seemed to erupt in Rachel's mind.
Words are just sounds but they were causing a physical
reaction in her. "It's okay Daddy, I completely
understand," she said, trying to sound self-assured while
coping with her own inner disarray. She had made it a goal
to reach this point with him and now that the time had
arrived it seemed like she wouldn't be able to go through
with it. Her body was still not cooperating. She knew the
juice was oozing out of her and that was a good thing but
she was still clenched shut down there, secured and safe
from any male intrusion. But this time she didn't want to
be safe. She wanted to be taken. She wanted him inside of
her. Why was she the one who always had the problems? Why
couldn't she be more like Chloe and just do whenever she
wanted?
"You've done a good job of balancing on me Rachel,
now why don't you try to sit down, if you think you might
like it."
"I'm trying to but I'm having a hard time, my body
won't obey me. I'm sorry."
"I can help, but this is your first time and you're a
tight little girl. It's probably going to hurt until you
get used to it."
"I don't care, just go ahead and do it."
Rachel looked at the house where she'd grown up. She
had thought about this and then she denied that she had
thought about it and then she thought about it some more,
and now he was holding onto her hips, rotating her ever so
slightly as she clung to his shoulders, and he stood up so
hard beneath her, so manly and strong and full of desire
for her and that really was a compliment for a girl. He
pulled down on her hips, not a lot but it was enough so
that the tip of him pressed inward to the point where her
lips reached all the way around the bulb and clung to the
side of his shaft. Her dad had finally done it, if only by
a small measure, and she had willingly crossed that
threshold with him. Rachel eagerly anticipated whatever
would come next and she didn't have to wait long because
he pulled on her hips again while making a simultaneous
hip-thrust from below. There was some pain but it wasn't
that bad and she chose to keep silent about it because she
didn't want to scare him off at a time when progress was
being made. The slide down seemed to go on forever, her
belligerent vaginal muscles continued to try and repel the
invasion but those same muscles eventually had no choice
but to surrender beneath the demanding presence that was
working its way through her flesh. Her body had finally
begun to welcome him instead of blocking the way,
consuming him like her mouth had done in the bathroom,
embracing him with all her warmth and wetness. This was
it, this was the real thing. She was finally being taken
and ravished by the man she wanted to be there, her daddy
was part of her and she could feel his hard cock extending
inside all the way up by her tummy.
"AAAAHHHH, OOOWWWEEE, IT HURTS, OOOOHHHH
DAAAADEEEEEE." Rachel realized that she was sitting all
the way down, her pussy lips were wrapped around the base
of his cock and she was holding the full length of him
inside her belly. It was difficult to believe that it was
actually happening, her father was doing it to her and she
was doing it to him, and oh, what was happing inside of
her, she was stuffed full of him and he was starting to
move around in there and it was painful but it also felt
good and she needed some time to get used to it but she
didn't want to impose any delay for the one man who
understood her and cared about her, a man who wanted her
for all the right reasons, a man who would be there in the
morning.
Samuel covered his daughter's mouth with his hand so
that her exuberant shrieks wouldn't be heard by the
neighbors. Then he lifted the t-shirt over her shoulders
and set it beside them on the seat. Her naked form looked
lovely against the backdrop of moonlight which was just
bright enough so that he could see the astonished look on
her face. His plan to be gentle was proving to be a
challenge. The slightest movement inside of her would
bring about vocalizations such as, "OOOHHH DAAADEEE, DO ME
DAAADEEE," her lips forming an oval, inviting another kiss
that once again brought her schoolgirl tongue flicking
about inside his mouth. His hip-thrusts caused the
swinging chair to sway back and forth with a squeaking
sound. He stroked into her, noticing that while she was
still exceptionally tight, she was also wet and slippery.
She was also beginning to make her own rolling hip
movements, taking him all the way in, responding with
kisses that became all the more frantic, almost like she
wanted to devour his mouth, and the stars in the sky gave
witness to their lust, and the chair squeaked, and Rachel
pressed her cheek against side of his face, moaning in the
moonlight.
"YEESSSS DAAAADEEEE, you got me and I'm glad."
A sense of euphoria came over Samuel. It was an
exquisite pleasure to be physically joined together with
his beautiful fifteen-year-old daughter. Any lingering
self-doubts he may have harbored were now being washed
away by the sound of her rapturous moans. He wanted to be
with her more than anything else, he wanted to completely
experience the feel and the scent and the taste of her
young body, and he wanted Rachel to quench her desire on
him as well. "Oh yes Daddy, keep doing it just like that,
take me like you wanted to in the pool that day," she said
with the same innocent voice that she used to coax a
bigger allowance out of him.
"Don't I always give you what you want?"
"Not absolutely always."
Rachel rose up, being careful to not disengage from
their union, sliding away until the tip of him was barely
inside and then forcefully sitting back down, impaling
herself on top of his shaft and squealing, "Ooohhh
Daaaddeee, you got me again." Being on top was great, it
was a position that put her in control, enabling her to do
it any way she wanted, if she could only figure out
exactly what that was, and what a difference it made to be
with a guy who actually respected her. She was done with
teachers and schoolboys and selfish people who just wanted
to grab her and feel her up for their own selfish reasons.
There really is nothing comparable to being nailed by your
own dad, after all, he is the man who cares for you and
protects you and takes you shopping and tonight she had
him all to herself and he fit in there perfectly and her
very first time was turning out to be completely
fantastic. She had to wonder though, why had he waited so
long? If she had known how good it was going to be then
she probably could have been ready in the seventh grade.
Rachel smiled and rotated her hips around the cock that
was buried so deeply inside her, appreciating the way it
massaged her warm and slippery vagina, and she was glad
this was only the first time and that there would surely
be many more to come, whether her mom liked it or not.
"You know Daddy; I'm your only daughter so I think
that I understand you better than anyone. As an example,
for some time now I've been noticing how you pay attention
to me. You know, like the way your eyes follow me when I
walk through the room, or the way you sneak a peek at my
breasts during breakfast, and sometimes when you drive me
to school and I'm wearing a skirt I see you staring at my
legs. I like putting on a show for you, I even like to
tease you, and it didn't do any good to hide your feelings
because I already had you figured out. You couldn't stop
thinking about me, could you? I knew you wanted me, and
now here we are, just the two of us together, and I mean
really together, and I want you to know that I am going to
be the girl that you always wanted. You can have me
anytime you want. How do you like that Daddy?" Rachel
rotated her hips, corkscrewing his cock against the
membrane within her vagina. The feeling was addicting and
his appreciation for all her effort was more than obvious,
it was like she was being worshiped. This night would be
remembered as the pinnacle of her personal history. It was
a heady success, a moment of triumph when she had finally
managed to consummate what he had started with her that
day in the pool.
Samuel wrapped his hands around his daughter's
slender waist. Her hair swung over her shoulders as she
bounced up and down on his lap, riding him with a finesse
that exceeded her years and experience. She was tight, and
warm, and wet, and she kept saying things like, "I'm your
girl Daddy, and I do want you inside me," and "Ooohhh
Daddy, do you like to fuck me?" The sight of his little
girl behaving like this was shocking and the way he was
acting toward her was equally appalling. His hard cock was
inside of his daughter and she was mounting him with
abandon, using him for her own personal pleasure. He had
to accept that even at this young age she had needs of her
own, needs that he may have underestimated even though he
knew her better than anyone else. He knew the full measure
of what was knowable about Rachel, she was the one person
in the world with whom he felt a connection, except for
Chloe, a girl that he had only begun to understand, but
how could he be thinking about Chloe at a time like this?
"I'm proud of you Rachel. You've grown up so much."
"Thank you Daddy. I needed to hear that. Now I want
to do it some more. Is that okay?"
"You're free to do what you want, make yourself
happy. I know you can feel how hard I am. That's the
measure of your success. Go ahead and do it some more, see
if you can make me cum."
Rachel heard the hunger in his voice. It was a tone
and way of speaking that was unlike anything she had heard
from him before, even more extreme than when he had humped
her in the pool, and she understood that voice as a sign
that her father was full with lust for her and that was
something she had thought about and prepared for and would
be able to handle when the time came, or at least that was
what she had hoped because after all, this was her first
time going all the way. She wanted everything to be
perfect for him and for her too, she wanted this to be a
memory that she could go back to and relive time and
again, and she needed a place to keep that memory, a place
all its own, like a book on a shelf or a picture on a
wall, and someday she would find that place, but right now
his breathing had become deep and urgent, energizing him
for what he had to do, and he was becoming more physical
with her too, which was fine because she had decided that
sometimes it was fun to be treated a little roughly, like
the way he was doing it right now; slamming her down over
his cock, grinding their genitals together, pivoting his
cock around and stretching the wet flesh inside of her
pussy.
There was a slurping sound as she rolled her hips in
a circle around his cock. His lovely daughter had just
completed the ninth grade, it was a milestone in her life
and when September came she would be starting high school,
a little older and much wiser for having crossed this
threshold tonight. He was pleased with the person that she
had become and he was glad to be her father, after all, he
was the first man to experience the power of her intimacy,
he was the first man to feel the gentle squeeze of her
teenage pussy. She had saved this precious gift for him
alone. All those teachers, schoolboys and family friends
had wanted her, but he was the one who had succeeded where
all the others had failed, which was only proper because
there was no more suitable first lover for this beautiful
young girl.
Samuel carefully rose up to a standing position,
supporting Rachel from beneath her bottom in such a way
that they remained coupled. She clung to the back of his
neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. "What are you
doing Daddy? Why did you stand up?"
"I'm taking you to bed."
"Noooo, I don't want to go to bed. I want to stay up
and with you. Let me stay up longer. PLEEEEASE?" How could
he be telling her to go to bed at a time like this? She
wasn't finished. If she was old enough to have done this
much with him then she was old enough to stay up late as
well. He carried her down the hallway, passing by his own
bedroom and going into hers, sitting down on the bed with
the two of them still locked in a lascivious union. A
small lamp on the nightstand cast a soft light over the
bed sheets. "Dad, I can't believe you're making me go to
bed, it's not that late. Don't you want to have more fun
with me?"
"I didn't mean that it was time for only you to go to
bed Rachel."
"That's just as bad. Am I that boring?"
"I doubt we'll be bored once we get into your bed."
"What? You mean you're going to sleep in my room with
me? I only have a single bed. We'll be squeezed together
all night."
"That's what I was hoping."
"Then you do want to have some more fun with me. But
now I feel stupid. Why is it that whenever I wonder about
something I always assume the worst?"
"We'll work on it, expecting good things to happen
can become self-fulfilling. Try it right now. Imagine
something enjoyable coming your way in the near future."
"Okay, I'll try to keep a positive attitude, but I
want you to remind me if my thinking starts going off in
the wrong direction."
Nothing else was said for a few minutes, but words
were not necessary at a time like this; their bodies were
doing the talking. Samuel laid his daughter on the bed and
positioned her in a way that made clear his sexual intent.
She submitted to it without asking any questions. This
time she would let herself anticipate that the future
might actually bring something good. She enjoyed the way
that he placed her head on the pillow, it was been done
with gentleness that she had seldom experienced, but to
her dismay the movement of their bodies had caused him to
pull out of her, and that was a situation that she wanted
to correct as soon as possible. Oh well, at least he was
still here with her, even if it was totally different to
have him on top. Now he was going to be the one in control
and she would be completely at his mercy, lying there
beneath him with her legs spread wide open, vulnerable and
trusting that he would treat her well. She hoped that he
would continue to find her attractive and that she would
once again be able to arouse the primitive desire in his
heart. She reached her arms around him and waited as he
adjusted his position so that his weight wouldn't bear
upon her too heavily, and then she felt him reaching past
her stomach and down to her shaved pubic area, touching
her and resting that big thing on her fleshy mound,
sliding it all over between her legs, and then he placed
the swollen bulb between her vaginal lips, aligning his
cock at the gateway to her body, and a moment later he
drove forward, pushing into her with one decisive thrust.
"AAAAHHHH DAAADEEE, you did it again."
"Yes, and you're a good little girl to let me."
"Ha, ha, I'm a very good girl."
"I thought about this many times Rachel, and the more
I thought about you, the more I wanted you, and now I can
say that you were definitely worth the wait."
"Then think about me some more, think about me all
the time. You know where to find me."
"Better be careful what you wish for."
"Wishes won't come true unless you make one first."
"You're a wet little girl too."
"You like me that way. I know you do."
Rachel decided that she enjoyed being held down on
her back. It was like she was his possession, being taken
and ravished. It was also good to know that he was
trustworthy and that she was safe. As far as she was
concerned he could do her any way he wanted. School would
begin in a few more weeks, but this year her education had
started early, she had been through a summer-school like
no other and she had to learn her lessons well. There was
simply nothing else in the world that compared to the
wayward thrill of a daddy-diddling. Rachel knew that her
behavior would not be met favorably by the community, if
they ever were to find out, but she didn't care because
she had made the decision to do this for herself, and she
would do a better job of it than any other girl ever
could, including her mom and especially Chloe. Stuffed
animals stared at her with unblinking button-eyes from the
shelf across the room, a lion and a panda; each one had a
name and when she was little she had believed she could
talk to them and they would understand her and protect her
and keep her secrets, and now here they were sharing her
private life again, keeping in trust the knowledge that
she now had a man in her room. The box springs creaked
beneath the mattress. Her little bed wasn't used to
holding up two people, especially during this kind of
vigorous activity. If he kept his implied promise and came
back to be with her like this in the future then he would
definitely have to buy her a new bed, and in that event
she would insist that he get her a full size model, one
where they could spread out and be adventurous. However,
if they did end up becoming that involved then she would
have to make sure that they were seeing certain things the
same way.
"Dad, I want to be clear about something."
"Let's talk about it later," he said, imagining that
her pussy felt like the inside a melon, juicy and warm in
the afternoon sun.
"No, I want to talk now. I have a mind of my own you
know."
"I am aware of that."
"Listen, this is important, I've made up my mind. I
don't want you to ever feel bad about what we've done
okay, I made the decision, do you understand? I wanted it
as much as you did."
"Are you afraid that I'll have second thoughts?"
"No, it's just that if you ever felt bad then I'd
have a hard time feeling good. Now I need to hear you say
that you're with me on this."
"We need to support each other Rachel. I've made the
same decision as you and that won't change."
Rachel pushed her hips upward and squeezed his cock
with her pussy. "That's it exactly. I'm for you and you're
for me," she said, and he remembered back when he taught
her how to ride a bike, making her wear a helmet even
though she thought it was ugly, and he remembered the time
when he put a bandage on her scraped knee, she had hated
the stinging antiseptic, and then there were the hours he
spent helping with her homework, the trips to the
orthodontist, saving for her college education, and now
here she was clawing her fingernails across his back and
moaning, "Fuck my Daddy, really fuck me." Samuel stiffened
inside of his daughter even more upon hearing her wanton
declaration. "On this night your wish will come true," he
said."
"Don't hold back just because I'm so young Daddy, do
me in a way that makes you feel good too, use me the way
you want, I'm giving myself to you so you better give it
to me long and hard just like you did for Chloe but even
more." Rachel felt him coiling around her, his back
forming an arch above, his hips angling in between her
legs, thrusting back and forth with the power and purpose
to deliver the full length of his erection all the way
inside of her for what must have been many hundreds of
strokes that pushed and pulled and stretched her tender
teenage pussy. It was all so very exciting to have him
focused on her with such intensity and she decided that if
everything she had been through was the price she had to
pay to get to this moment then it had been worth it
because now she had him, she had succeeded in seducing her
dad and there would be no turning back. Rachel pushed her
hips toward him and became perfectly still as a tiny
tingle within her grew into multiple pulsing waves of
pleasure that permeated her with a sensation that was
entirely different from when she masturbated, seizing all
of her, overwhelming her body, releasing her mind; she was
losing control and that was a pleasant surprise because
she actually hadn't expected to have an orgasm, perhaps
believing that she didn't deserve one, doing it all for
him, thinking that his satisfaction was all that mattered,
but he had been a gentleman and showed her otherwise and
now her pussy was thanking him with the powerful
contractions that squeezed and massaged his manhood like
warm glove. Rachel pulled her knees back to her chest and
arched the bottom of her spine, pointing her hips upward
in a way that offered unencumbered access to absolutely
all of her, presenting him with the opportunity to plow
inward as deeply as possible; it was an invitation that he
didn't hesitate to accept as he repeatedly thrust his hard
cock into her yielding, wet cunt, pounding and
penetrating, the force of it shaking the bed, jolting her
young body as they wailed and clung to each other in her
bedroom.
"AAAAHHHH DAAAADEEEE, YOU REALLY FUCK ME," she
screamed.
"I can't hold back any longer Rachel, I'm going to
let loose."
"Do it Daddy, do it now. I want to feel you
squirting."
"Oooohhh you sexy girl, I'm going to fill your hot
little pussy."
"Yes Daddy, yes, I want to know what it feels like. I
want to make you squirt."
He slowed down and became completely motionless. A
big, stiff, formidable presence, there was no question
about that, but her body had adjusted and worked through
the pain and now she was able to take pleasure and profit
in the power that he was giving away. She dug her fingers
into his back and wrapped her legs around his waist and it
was at that moment when she felt his body beginning to
tremble and then he surprised her with a kiss on the cheek
and by saying the words that she had heard in the pool,
"Ooohhh Rachel, I want you to fuck me," It was so arousing
to hear a man talking to her like that, she simply had to
respond, clawing her fingernails down his spine, squeezing
his cock with her vaginal muscles, inciting the
increasingly violent convulsions that shook his body as
she lay beneath him with her legs spread widely apart and
with her pussy completely exposed and fully impaled by his
erection. "Yes Daddy, I will fuck you." He flinched when
she said it and then he began to pulse and twitch inside
of her and she sensed that he was having an orgasm and she
could actually feel the thick blobs of seminal fluid
bursting out from the tip of his cock, oozing around in a
spermy flood within her wet, gaping, and receptive vagina,
and they were together, not knowing anything else besides
this and the minutes passed unnoticed until they began the
slow transition into warmth and closeness, their breathing
gradually settling down, their heartbeats returning to
normal.
Rachel decided that if she ever did make it to
college then she would probably go ahead and major in
accounting, the intention being to join her father's firm
after graduation and become a partner, eventually taking
over when it was time for him to retire. She imagined the
business becoming a tradition that would span across
generations of family history, but she still had to figure
out if having a family was what she really wanted to do
with her life, and if she did go that direction would
certain relationships and activities such as the kind she
experienced tonight become family traditions as well? It
seemed like an odd thing to be pondering as she lay in her
narrow bed with stuffed animals staring at her through the
dim light from across the room, a man's cock shriveling
away and slipping out her. She heard a faint snore and
realized that he had fallen asleep. They had actually gone
and done it, which was kind of amazing and hard to believe
even though the idea had been simmering in the back of her
mind for a long time, it was just that she never believed
it would really and truly happen but then it did happen
and there was no way to forget about it or to go back in
time and try a different way, and she wondered where they
would go from here and what was it about her that made him
want her so bad and why had she gone ahead and allowed it
and how could she already be looking forward to the next
time?
Chapter 5
The new cars stood in rows across the black asphalt
that stretched out in front of the showroom. Fortunately
Samuel's car was paid off and it ran well so there was no
need to buy another when that money could be saved for
Rachel's college expenses. He wouldn't buy one from this
dealership anyway. Samuel walked past the smiling
salespeople and the secretary and directly into Hunter
Hampton's office, dropping a manila folder on the desk.
Hunter looked up, scowling, "What's this Moran? I'm busy."
Samuel crossed his arms over the front of his suit
coat, "It's our contract. You'll see that I've torn it in
half. Someone else will have to provide your accounting
services for now on."
Hunter Hampton stood up and leaned forward, knuckles
pressed against the desktop. "You can't drop me just like
that. We have a deal."
"The deal has ended. Consider yourself lucky that
Rachel and I haven't gone to the police, and here's one
more thing." Samuel pulled open the front of his suit coat
so Hunter could see the holster and handgun strapped under
his arm. "If you so much as look at Rachel again," he
said. Hunter stared at the gun. "Look Moran, I've got
enough problems right now, we can work this out, there's
no reason to throw away a good business deal."
Samuel turned around and walked out of the office. He
should have done this a long time ago. Hunter's wife
apparently felt the same way because she filed for divorce
a week later, bragging to anyone who would listen that she
intended to take all the family's money and leave town.
Samuel believed that Marta would probably succeed. When
Marta's parents put up the money for the house and the
business they had actually given the money to Marta prior
to the marriage, therefore she would be taking back what
was hers before the union, leaving Hunter with little more
than what he had when they met in high school. Hunter's
position was even more tenuous when it came to Chloe. He
wouldn't dare fight for custody or dispute child support
out of fear that the details of her treatment would be
made public. Samuel got into his car and looked at the
picture of Rachel and Eva that he kept on the visor above
the windshield. He was grateful for what he had. There was
no pleasure in watching the disintegration of a family,
but in this case a fresh start might be the best thing for
Chloe.
Fortunately things were progressing more smoothly
back home. Samuel had confronted his wife upon her return
from the retreat, chastising her for being involved in
Rachel's ill-fated weekend at the Hampton's, and more
importantly, establishing a new family protocol where from
this time going forward he alone would be making all the
important decisions regarding their daughter's life. Eva
appeared to be genuinely sorry for what she had done and
agreed to his terms without debate, which was good because
he wouldn't have backed down, but it was a strange
capitulation, and it left him suspecting that she would
attempt to regain control over the family at some point in
the future. He would just have to deal with that when the
time came. The main thing right now was that his daughter
was happy. School would be starting in a few weeks and he
was glad to see that Rachel was excited about entering the
tenth grade and that she was seizing every opportunity to
be alone with him whenever possible. These were the times
when they were free to act upon the impulses that
otherwise had to be repressed when his wife or the
neighbors were present, and they did manage to keep their
rendezvous a secret until one day when his wife came home
earlier than expected, catching the two of them together
in Rachel's bed.
Samuel remained in the bed with Rachel, keeping
silent while awaiting the inevitable onslaught of rage
from his wife, but Eva maintained calm, sitting down on
the side of the bed beside them, looking thoughtful, even
reverent as she spoke. "Rachel, it was a long time ago
when I was a young girl just like you but I remember it as
vividly as yesterday. I had a life that wasn't so much
different from yours, and I had a father, and certain
things happened between us that I've never spoken about,
to anyone." Rachel couldn't remember seeing her mother
look so vulnerable, or soft-spoken, or authentic, the way
she was now. "Mom, I'm not really sure what you're trying
to say, but you don't have to, I mean, if it's too
difficult or something."
"Perhaps the not talking about it has been my
greatest failure. I thought I had to battle my own demons
first. That was selfish of me. I waited too long and now
it's too late to make a difference."
"If you're worried about me then forget about it.
Believe me, I'm fine."
"You're more like me than you realize, Rachel. I can
see myself in you. That's how I knew where you were
headed. I wanted you to have a different life than me, I
didn't want you to have my faults, but now I'm sorry, my
attempts to control you only made matters worse."
"Are you going to get me and Dad in trouble? Please
don't, we're not hurting anyone."
"No Rachel, I wouldn't do that, it would only make
matters worse. I only hope that you don't get yourselves
into trouble. You see, you're in deep now. There's no easy
way for you to live the life you've chosen. You'll have to
work this out for yourself, just as I did."
"Do you mean that you and Grandpa...?" Rachel's voice
trailed off as she sat up, leaning on her elbow, holding
the bed sheet over her chest. Eva brushed the hair away
from her daughter's cheek. "Rachel, I had hoped that
certain things would never need to cross your mind. Let's
just leave it there."
"Mom, why did you wait so long to tell me? I would
have understood."
Eva didn't answer, looking instead at her husband.
"Now I understand why I married you Samuel, you're just
like my father. Be good to her." Eva stood up and left the
bedroom, closing the door behind her.
How odd that her mother knew and didn't try to stop
them. Not a single word was spoken on the subject at
dinner that night and in the days that followed her mom
made no sign of condemning or condoning their
relationship, choosing instead to let them attend to their
private lives as they wished. The family's new status quo
was encouraging for Rachel, making her feel confident
enough to start a campaign for a new bed. She pestered her
dad every day until he broke down and bought her one that
was large enough for two people. It was a big addition to
her tiny bedroom that led to a significant change in the
family's nightly routine. They didn't have to keep it a
secret anymore, but it was understood that respect and
appearances had to be maintained, so at the end of the day
they would all say goodnight and retire just as they
always had, but then, after the lights were out and the
house was quiet she would lie awake in bed and wait for
him to leave his bedroom to come and be with her, entering
her room in the dark, crawling between the sheets, taking
her for the night with a passion that made her scream so
loud that her mother had to hear and know exactly what was
being done to her and that she loved it. When it was just
before dawn he would return to his own room, and then
during breakfast the family would engage in cordial
conversation as if nothing unusual had happened. This was
a perfectly satisfactory arrangement as far as Rachel was
concerned, and it went on smoothly like that until near
the end of summer, when things in her life turned in a way
that she hadn't anticipated.
They were resting in the living room after dinner
when the phone rang. Rachel answered the call saying,
"hello," while turning down the volume on the television.
She was silent as she listened to the voice on the
telephone. It was a voice that left her skin feeling
dirty. A voice that brought up what should have remained
buried forever. Rachel wanted to throw the phone on the
floor. The person on the phone had taken certain liberties
and indulged in a level of back-stabbing that would not be
forgiven any time soon, and to make matters worse the
caller didn't even bother asking for permission to speak
with him, not at all, she just blurted out that she had to
speak with "Sam" right now. Where did that girl get her
nerve?
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Dad, its Chloe, she wants to
talk to you." She shoved the phone into his hand.
Samuel put the phone to his ear and glanced at his
wife. "Hi Chloe, uhhh, how are you?"
Eva peered at Samuel over the top rim of her glasses,
which for her could be either an indication of concern or
that she was ready to go to war. What was going on? He
just sat there and listened, nodding his head and letting
Chloe do most of the talking and only occasionally
interjecting by saying something meaningless like, "Uh
huh," and then going back to listening, which in a way was
understandable because it was impossible to shut Chloe up
once she got started talking on the phone. But why had
Chloe asked to speak to him in the first place, and why
was he looking so serious all of a sudden? He stood up and
paced across the floor, gesturing with his hand as if
negotiating a contract. He was talking fast and loud and
it sounded like he was finding it necessary to interrupt
her time and again. Hopefully that would teach Chloe to
practice some manners when speaking to elders.
"Maybe it's not what you think," he said. It was hard
to get an understanding of what was happening by only
hearing his side of the conversation. "I can't believe
she'd do that," he said. "Chloe, don't make things worse -
you shouldn't let your emotions control you - I know I
promised." Dad looked around the room, avoiding direct eye
contact with us, appearing impatient, and then he yelled
into the phone, "Of course I care, I told you I would
never let that happen." Dad turned toward me and Mom and
shrugged his shoulders, "We don't have any choice. I told
her I'd help." Mom started to speak but he moved away and
continued the conversation with Chloe. "As soon as I can -
don't worry - it'll be okay - bye." He sat down on the
sofa and rested his elbows on his knees, staring down at
the floor with his head in his hands. When he looked up
his eyes were bloodshot and distressed, kind of like that
day when the nursing home called and said that now would
be a good time to come and visit Grandma, advice that
turned out to be timely because we got to be with her when
she died that same afternoon.
"Dad, what is it?"
"Chloe's in trouble."
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Samuel," Eva said, "Exactly what promise did you
make to Chloe?"
"I don't remember the exact words, but basically I
said that I'd look after her if anything bad happened."
Mom turned her head from side to side, showing
disapproval. "Did the phone call have something to do with
Marta's plan to put Chloe in a private school?"
"That's part of it, a part which you obviously knew
about and failed to share with me. Did Marta tell you the
rest of her big idea?"
"Marta only said that she'd be making things right in
the family once and for all."
"Making things right for Marta would be more
accurate. I'm guessing she left out the part about putting
Chloe up for adoption."
"Dad, why does Chloe have to be our problem and is
that adoption part really true?"
"The reason we should be concerned is that Chloe is
our friend, we've known her for a long time, she's a part
of our lives and we are a part of hers. What kind of
people would we be to just abandon her when she needed us
the most? Oh, and yes, the adoption is for real."
Mom stood up with her hands on her hips and started
yelling. "Being a friend doesn't mean that we should
interfere. Marta is selling the house and divorcing
Hunter. She wants to leave this town and put it all behind
her. Look, I feel bad for Chloe too, but private schools,
adoption or whatever are Marta's prerogative, not ours."
"Marta has a lot more money than we do," Samuel
replied, "there's no good reason for her to abandon
Chloe."
"Wow," Rachel said. "I get it now, it's like Chloe's
mom really meant it when she said that she didn't care
about Chloe."
Samuel stood up and faced his wife. "Chloe knew this
would happen. She could see her that family was falling
apart. I promised to help her if it got too bad, that's
what friends do, and I intend to keep my word."
"I can appreciate that she's had a hard life Samuel,
but let's be realistic. A new family might be good for
Chloe."
Samuel walked to the closet and took out a jacket.
"You're right, and that new family is going to be here
with us beginning tonight."
Rachel jumped to her feet. "WHAAAAAT?"
"Samuel, we need to talk about this," Eva said.
"No more talking, the time has come for us to do the
right thing."
"You don't know what you're getting into Samuel. If
you bring that girl into this house then she'll be your
responsibility. I'll have no part of it."
"He knows what he's getting into Mom," Rachel said
with a snicker, "he's gotten into her before."
"What do you mean by that Rachel?" Eva paused for a
moment, looking at her daughter, and then her face turned
red. "Oh no Samuel, you didn't, did you?"
"It's all your fault Eva. You're the one who arranged
for Chloe to spend the weekend with me."
"Seducing her wasn't part of the plan. My god Samuel,
she's just a teenager."
"So am I Mom, remember?"
"You're the daughter Rachel, that's different."
Samuel walked over to the door. "I'm leaving to go
get Chloe right now. I want both of you to come with me."
"Daaaad, do I have to?"
"Yes, and I want to be completely clear about this.
Chloe won't be coming here on a temporary basis. She is
now a member of our family and that means we're going to
stick by her for the rest of her life no matter what
happens. She's one of us."
Rachel sighed, "I don't believe this is happening."
Samuel hurried out to the car with his wife and
daughter following behind. Rachel sat in the backseat with
her arms crossed over her chest, listening to her parents
argue about the future. Had he even thought about where
Chloe was going to sleep, and who would get the bathroom
first in the morning anyway? "Really Samuel, this time
you've gone too far, you already had your hands full with
your own daughter and now you've decided to add Chloe into
the equation. You're going to find out the hard way that
raising two girls is a lot more than twice the work of
having just one." Rachel leaned over the back seat and
stuck her head between them, "I agree."
"I know it seems impossible Eva, but we'll just have
to deal with whatever comes to us each day, that's how
families work. The thing we can't do is to sit back and
let Chloe get cast aside as if she was worthless."
"Samuel, I understand that you mean well, it's just
that Chloe is so needy and self-centered." Eva held the
back of her hand to her forehead. "I can feel her draining
my energy already."
"Me too," Rachel said.
"I got to know Chloe a lot better during our weekend
together. She has strength and character that I believe
will come through once she feels safe in a good home. I
can't do this alone though. I'm going to need support from
both of you."
Rachel sighed and looked out the window. "I'll do my
best, but don't expect a miracle."
"I hope you're right," Eva added as the car turned
into the driveway. The uncut lawn was growing over the
walkway and weeds had sprouted in the flowerbed. It didn't
seem like the same place, it was like something here was
dying. We walked up to the house and Dad rang the
doorbell. Marta opened the door almost immediately. Chloe
was standing behind her with three suitcases lined up and
ready to go. Everybody just stood there and looked at each
other, waiting in silence. It was hard to think of
something to say because this was the moment when the
family was being torn apart, it was like Chloe's mom was
donating her at a second-hand store, or even worse, taking
her out with the trash. Something felt evil. Fortunately
Dad broke the silence.
"Are you ready to go Chloe?"
Looking down Chloe said, "Yes, and thank you for..."
"Of course she's ready," Marta interrupted, "she
couldn't wait to get away. The finest private school isn't
good enough for Chloe. She'd rather stay here in a public
school and grow up to be a loser like all her friends."
Chloe stomped her foot on the floor "Mom, stop it. My
friends are not worthless. All I want is to live with a
family I know."
Marta spoke in a soft growl. "I understand Chloe,
it's always been about you, but now that game is over.
After you're gone I'll finally be able to have a life of
my own."
"Hope you enjoy it," Chloe said, scuffing her feet on
the floor. Marta laughed. "Better watch out for this one
Eva, she's a home wrecker, couldn't keep her hands off her
own father." Chloe shook her head. "More like he wouldn't
leave me alone, you knew that all along."
"People will come to their own conclusions, but let's
be honest about it Chloe. You never should have been born
in the first place, you've never been a real daughter,
that's why it's so easy to say goodbye."
"Don't bother saying it. I figured you out a long
time ago." At that point Mom stepped up beside Dad and
said, "Marta, I'm shocked to hear you talking this way to
your own daughter, why don't you stop for just a minute
and think about Chloe's feelings."
"Why should I? Nobody ever thought about my feelings.
Why she's not even a love child, no, she was imposed on
me, I never wanted her, it was my parents who made me keep
her because they thought it was the proper decision for a
girl, they didn't believe that he made me do it, they
thought I had done something to deserve it so they forced
me into the marriage and I pretended to be a good mother
and wife and I suffered through every day of it. Do you
have any idea what it's like to hate your own child before
she's even born?" Mom stepped through the doorway and
picked up one of Chloe's bags. "That's enough Marta. The
other side of the story is that Chloe didn't ask to be
brought into this world or into your life and no matter
what the underlying circumstances may be she deserves
better than this. I can see that I never really knew you
Marta, but now I can see you clearly and you are not
someone who I want as a friend. Good luck with your new
life. For now on I'll be the mother that Chloe never had."
Marta yelled loud enough to be heard across the
street, "We gave her everything money could buy." Dad
stepped into the house and picked up the other two
suitcases. "We'll give her everything else," he said, and
then both he and Mom turned and walked away, carrying the
suitcases down to the car and loading them into the trunk.
The front door to the house slammed shut just as Chloe and
I climbed into the backseat. Nobody said anything during
the ride back home. We just sat there and listened to the
wind whistling though the open windows, and to the sound
of Chloe's sniffling.
* * *
The vibrancy that was a normal part of Chloe seemed
to be subdued during her early days with us. She was most
likely defying her nature in an attempt to avoid
attracting attention, even though that was unavoidable.
Our lives were revolving around her as if she had become
the center of the universe. We painted the spare bedroom
and put up new curtains and Samuel even went out bought
her a full size bed, something that made Rachel jealous
because she had waited a long time for a bed like that and
now Chloe was being given one less than a week after
arriving. This was where Samuel had gotten himself into a
predicament. He had to go out of his way to make both
girls feel like they were being treated equally or else
there would be a trouble, and he did make an effort this
respect, but it was inevitable that the girls' perception
of fair treatment would eventually become a source of
conflict. A good deed done for one had to be matched with
a gesture of equal magnitude for the other. Any imbalance
would result in hurt feelings, feuding, shouting, slamming
doors, and vows to never speak again. Such things got
worked out of course, but it was remarkable that through
it all Rachel and Chloe never once said that they wished
things would go back to the way they were.
Samuel took Rachel and Chloe and another neighbor
girl camping just before school started. When they
returned the girls seemed ready to settle into a routine
of studying and going to bed early, and at least in some
ways Samuel became a model father. He drove them to
school, helped with homework, and patiently listened to
all the details of their lives. In time it began to feel
like Chloe had always been with us, like a daughter,
accepting us in spite of our flaws and keeping our
secrets. Our family had been changed by Chloe's presence
and we would no longer be complete without her. Chloe
became more comfortable around us as well, maybe overly so
because there were these seemingly innocent little things
that she did which sometimes turned into major
distractions. For example, she made a habit of leaving the
bedroom door open while she changed her clothes, which
coincidentally would always seem occur just about the time
that Samuel came home from work and walked down the
hallway past her room, or she would parade around the
house wearing nothing more than a bra and pantie, another
unnecessary performance that certainly got Samuel's
attention but which also vexed Rachel to point of trying
to outdo her with shirts that mysteriously fell open in
front of her father, or with other questionable maneuvers
like bending over in front of him while wearing a short
skirt. On one occasion the girls got into an argument that
escalated far beyond anything that could be considered a
respectable exchange of ideas, and once again it was the
fairness doctrine that played a central role in the
conflict. This time the problem centered upon each girl
believing that the other one wasn't doing her equal share
of the household chores, and in their minds the best time
to settle the score was right before bedtime on a school
night. They were both wearing the pretty flannel night
shirts that we'd bought for them on a recent shopping
trip, feminine little outfits that flew up to expose their
shapely bottoms as the disagreement progressed from verbal
challenges to an all-out tussle that included pushing and
pulling and wrestling on the living room carpet, directly
in front of where Samuel was sitting on the sofa.
"I vacuumed the entire house two weeks in a row.
We're supposed to take turns," Rachel said.
"I did the bathrooms, remember? That was your job,
it's a fair trade."
"Vacuuming takes longer"
"Cleaning the bathroom is more disgusting."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is."
They thrashed about on the floor, arms swinging,
hands grabbing, legs flailing, and with nightshirts flying
up so far as to expose their little breasts. You'd expect
that such exposure would have been an embarrassment but it
seemed to be of little consequence to the quarreling
girls. At least they were wearing panties, otherwise
Samuel would have been free to look at all they had to
offer, and even so, the panties had become wedged between
their cheeks to an extent that left little to the
imagination, as with Chloe's pubic mound, which was more
than adequately developed for a fifteen-year-old.
"Girls, this has gone far enough," Samuel said. "I
want you to stop right now. You have school tomorrow."
Samuel had never been convincing as an authority figure
and this was no exception.
"No Dad, first she has to admit I'm right."
"Now Rachel, I expect you to listen when I tell you
to do something."
"Then tell Chloe too." Samuel got down on the floor
and acted like he was going to pull them apart and put an
end to this nonsense, but the rise in the front his pants
foretold that his interaction with the girls might very
well lead to something other than a stern lecture.
"So you want to be difficult huh?" Samuel said.
"Maybe, what are you going do about it," Chloe said
with a giggle.
"How would you like it if I did this," Samuel said as
he started tickling both of them at the same time.
"IIIIEEEEK," the girls screamed in unison. Chloe and
Rachel wrapped their arms and legs around each other,
trying to keep his marauding fingers away from their ribs,
but that was impossible and all their defensive efforts
provided little relief from the torment induced by his
tickling. There just wasn't any tactic that would keep his
fingers away, much less preventing his hands from roaming
underneath the nightshirts where their soft breasts were
surely tingling with excitement, something that was no
doubt much better than going to bed early on a school
night.
"Saaaaammmm, you're driving me crazy," Chloe yelled
with her face flushing pink.
Rachel's eyes narrowed when it appeared that her dad
was devoting an inordinate amount tickle-time to Chloe,
and it only made matters worse when his hand lingered
between Chloe's thighs, pausing there before moving under
her nightshirt. And Chloe wasn't any better. Where did she
get the nerve to climb up and sit on top of him? Just who
did she think she was? Sure, his late night visits to her
bedroom had been allowable because they were taking turns
with him, two girls sharing equally, that was the unspoken
agreement, but now Chloe's old selfishness had come back,
she was taking him all for herself and that would not be
tolerated. This shouldn't be difficult, just grab Chloe's
arm with both hands and yank her away, she wasn't
expecting it and appeared terribly surprised when she
tumbled onto the floor, looking up at us with her
pitifully pouting little mouth gaping open in shock, poor
thing, she's so humiliated, and her pantie's even pulled
to the side, but that probably doesn't bother her at all.
"Rachel, what's the matter with you?" Chloe said,
pulling down the nightshirt. The question was ignored as
Rachel climbed on top of her father, lowering herself down
until her bottom rested directly on top of the rise in his
slacks. She circled her hips under the pretense that it
was necessary to adjust her position. "Watch this Chloe.
I'm going show you how a real girl plays with her dad."
"I'm no less of girl than you are Rachel. Why are you
being so mean?"
"Oh really now, do you always have to be so
clueless?"
Chloe looked to Samuel for support but didn't find
what she needed, on this occasion anyway, and it wasn't
that he was indifferent to her plight, but because things
had already gone too far with his daughter who by now was
leaning forward and holding his hands against the floor,
pretending that she had the strength to actually subdue
him, all the while softly rubbing her pantie covered
crotch over the front of his slacks in a gesture that was
nothing more than a blatant bid to incite her father's
lust and Chloe's jealousy. Chloe twisted the nightshirt in
her hand while watching their immodest behavior. It was a
scene that no doubt provoked her with conflicting feelings
of envy and arousal and she probably wanted to look away
but she just had to keep staring at the wet stain that had
begun to soak through the back of Rachel's pantie. Chloe
appeared miserable over being left out of all the fun, and
there was no question that Rachel had mistreated her, but
it was also understandable that Rachel would want to
establish herself as first in line for her father's
attentions; she just should have gone about it in a way
that showed consideration for her best friend, who as a
practical matter had also become her sister.
"Rachel honey, I think you should be a little more
respectful of Chloe's feelings," Eva said.
"Why should I? She doesn't respect mine."
"I do too," Chloe said. "It's just that there's only
one of him and two of us."
"That's right Chloe, I see you're finally catching
on, so why don't you take a hint and get lost for a
while?"
"Alright, I will."
Chloe got up on her feet, adjusting her pantie and
then stomping off to her bedroom, leaving Rachel and her
father to indulge in a kind of embrace that would be
unimaginable in public. Rivalry will drive a girl to do
things that she otherwise would never consider. Rachel was
normally discreet, despite her impulsive nature, however,
her actions tonight confirmed that she felt threatened by
Chloe and that she was insecure as to how she and Chloe
could both fit together in Samuel's life. Those feelings
must have built up in Rachel until it reached a point
where she couldn't deal with it any longer. Jealousy was
causing her to act out in this wanton display now taking
place on the family room floor. Samuel slid his hand under
the leg band of her pantie, his fingers moving beneath the
white fabric that stretched between her thighs, and Rachel
shamelessly aimed her hips downward, rubbing her crotch
over the obscene bulge in her father's pants. All of this
must have given Rachel a sense of satisfaction in having
defeated her rival, but that wasn't going to last because
it was only a moment later when Chloe marched back out to
the living room covered up in a bathrobe, appearing
distraught enough to capture Samuel's attention in spite
of his daughter's efforts. Chloe walked by without
acknowledging him, opening the sliding glass door and then
slamming it shut once she was outside on the patio, and
then she pulled out a cigarette and placed it between her
lips, lighting a match, inhaling and then exhaling,
blowing the smoke into the night air.
Rachel looked out the window. "Dad, Chloe's smoking."
"When did she start that?"
"I don't know. Are you going to do something?"
Eva stood up and placed her hands on her hips.
"Samuel, I put up with a lot around here, but I will not
allow smoking in this house, it's a dirty habit and she
could burn the place down."
"I agree Dad. Chloe needs to learn the rules around
here."
Eva walked over next to where they were lying on the
floor and pushed Rachel off of her father. "I mean it
Samuel, this time you have to do something. This kind of
behavior cannot be allowed to continue."
"Mom's right, if Chloe gets away with it then who
knows what she might try next."
"Rachel, that's enough. Chloe is a better friend than
you realize, she's also a member of this family and that
means we all have a responsibility to look after her
welfare. Now, it should be obvious to all of us that Chloe
is upset, and I admit that I caused the problem, things
got out of hand, but you can trust me on this; I will fix
everything soon enough. But right now I'm going to put an
end to Chloe's smoking because it's bad for her health and
because I care about her and not because of anything that
either of you have said."
Samuel stood up and walked outside. He closed the
sliding glass door so his wife and Rachel couldn't hear
what was being said. Chloe turned sideways to avoid
looking at him, drawing on the cigarette, exhaling a sheet
of smoke, shaking her head and ignoring him until he
grabbed the cigarette from her hand and crushed it on the
deck beneath is foot. She looked annoyed as he turned her
around by the shoulders but she stood there without
speaking and watched as he reached into her bathrobe
pocket, taking out the pack and then twisting it with both
hands until all the cigarettes were destroyed. Chloe
raised her fist over her head and smashed it into his
chest, shouting loud enough to be heard through the door,
"You don't know me. You don't know who I am."
Samuel must have been concerned that the neighbors
might eavesdrop on their conversation because he quickly
opened the door and ushered Chloe back inside. She stepped
away from him and looked down at the floor, shuffling her
feet, cheeks damp with tears. She was right, we didn't
know what it was like to be her, but we could see that she
was in the midst of a struggle, an internal conflict,
probably feeling lost and without a connection, alone. We
were supposed to be an anchor of stability for her but
tonight we had failed. It was remarkable that she had
maintained appearances so well after all that she had been
through, choosing to be resilient and courageous, moving
ahead with her life without slipping into self-pity, but
even the strongest have moments of doubt and weakness, and
now such a time had arrived for Chloe; she was finally
breaking down.
"I'm leaving," Chloe said, "I don't fit in around
here."
Samuel immediately replied, "And then what will you
do, live on the street?"
"I don't know." Chloe turned her back toward us and
looked at our reflections in the glass door. "You all have
been good to me, but I know I've been a burden for you. I
just can't go on pretending that I belong in this family."
Samuel walked up behind her. "What's so bad about
pretending? With each passing day you become more a part
of us and we become more a part of you. Think of it this
way, newlyweds don't have their family life all worked out
before they get married, not even close, they grow into it
one day at a time. We're going through a similar process."
Chloe rubbed her eyes. "If you really knew me you
wouldn't like me."
"This is the truth Chloe; if we could have any girl
in the world as our second daughter, we would choose you."
"I agree," Eva said, "and Rachel does too."
"Mom, I can speak for myself, I'm just not ready to
at the moment."
Chloe turned around and faced Samuel. "How do I know
you're not making it up?" They stared at each other in
silence before Samuel spoke again. "Chloe, I want you to
judge us by what we do. We're not perfect, but we're
trying, we're taking care of you and you're looking out
for us. That's what families do. You're a great girl,
there's an amazing future ahead for you, and we're going
to help you get there. We'll stand by you no matter what,
and believe me; you will never be put up for adoption
again."
"It's difficult for me to accept..." Chloe said,
voice fading away.
"That'll take a while, we'll work through it
together, but right now I have to impress upon you the
importance of not smoking."
"It's not that big of a deal, lots of girls my age do
it."
"You're not going to be one of them," Samuel said as
he walked out to the kitchen, returning a moment later
with a chair from the breakfast table. He set the chair in
the middle of the family room where we were gathered and
then without saying another word he proceeded to untie
Chloe's bathrobe and pull it down over her shoulders,
letting it drop to the floor. Chloe gazed at each of us
with bewildered eyes. She liked being the center of
attention but this turn of events had her confused.
"What's going on Mr. Moran? Why did you bring a chair out
here? Why did you take off my bathrobe?"
"I intend to show you that smoking cigarettes will
have unpleasant consequences, and not just later in life
when it causes health problems, but right now as well."
"There's nothing to get all excited about, I don't
smoke that much and I'm almost old enough anyway." Chloe
spoke with a renewed boldness, apparently believing that
she would have the final say in the matter, but that way
of thinking was quickly dispelled when Samuel took hold of
her wrist and sat down on the chair, bringing her close
and then pulling her wriggling body across his lap.
Chloe's nose was inches from the carpet, her hair hung
over her face. Her legs were kicking and her bottom was
sticking up in the air. "Mr. Moran, what are you doing?
Stop it." Samuel examined the way her thighs extended out
of the nightshirt and how the pantie clung to her round
cheeks. "I'm going to teach you a lesson Chloe. You've
been bad, and you're about to learn that in this house bad
girls get spanked."
"You can't do that to me."
"Would you like to bet your allowance on it?"
"No, I'm too old to be spanked."
Samuel smiled, "That's a common misconception
nowadays."
Chloe's nightshirt did nothing to protect her from
the impending chastisement. The front of the loose fitting
garment had fallen down by her face, exposing her upside-
down breasts which jiggled every time she squirmed, and
furthermore, the backside of the nightgown had pulled
away, leaving her bottom fully exposed. "This is
ridiculous," she said. "You'd think I'd robbed a bank or
something." Chloe writhed on his lap, perhaps hoping to
slip free, but Samuel maintained a secure hold so she
couldn't get away. He placed his hand at the top of her
leg, adjacent to where her bottom curved away from the
back side of her thigh. "A little indignity will be a good
thing for you Chloe. You need to start associating the act
of smoking with discomfort."
"My life will be ruined if anyone finds out that I
got spanked."
Samuel leaned over and looked into the eyes. "This is
a family matter Chloe, word of it will not travel beyond
the walls of this house."
Rachel watched them from the sofa, blushing at the
way in which Chloe was being subdued. "I promise not to
tell anyone," Rachel said, hoping it would help in spite
of her lingering jealousy over having to share certain
things with Chloe.
"You better be telling the truth," Chloe wailed.
Samuel raised his hand in the air and then brought it
down on her bottom with no more force than a light slap.
Her ass cheek shook for a brief moment and then sprang
back into shape with youthful suppleness. He pressed his
thumb where the side of her buttock dimpled inward,
wrapping his fingers around her bun and between her
cheeks, controlling her, establishing his authority over
her. "You can't do this to me Sam, I mean it, listen to
me, I'm really serious this time." The lack of a response
from him was frustrating; you'd think that he would at
least provide the courtesy of an answer. This was so
awful. How could he put her in this degrading position
with people watching? It wasn't fair, and now he was
starting to get big and bulging down there as if he had an
apple in his pants or something and it was simply
impossible to avoid rubbing on him and getting the kinds
of feelings that complicated this disturbing situation
even more.
"OOOWWWEEEE."
Samuel brought his hand down more forcefully the
second time. The sound of the smack resounded through the
room. Chloe squealed and complained and kicked her legs
while worming about on his lap in a most delightful
manner, carelessly pressing on top of the swollen arc that
had risen up beneath her sinuous body. "Oh, Oh," Chloe
puffed with her legs scissoring in the air. "I'm too old
for this. I'm in the tenth grade." The pantie was pinched
between her cheeks. Smack, smack, smack, smack. He applied
the spanks on both cheeks, causing her bottom to jiggle
and her body to wriggle, and then he spanked the back of
her thighs, first one and then the other, filling the room
with the sound of the slaps that made her skin glow like a
pink flame.
"Oh no, no, no, oooh ouch," Chloe gasped as the
spanks landed on her tender backside. "Mr. Moran, that's
enough. I simply won't stand for you treating me this
way."
Samuel smiled with parental concern, "I'm sorry
Chloe, but in this case you don't have any choice."
Samuel rested his hand on her bottom and massaged the
flesh where the irritated color poured out from under the
pantie. The rebellious teen had been subjugated and
humiliated to the point that she had even lost the will to
keep her thighs pressed modestly together. The time-out
from spanking was surely a welcome break for Chloe as it
must have been for Samuel as well, but perhaps in his case
it was a little too welcome as his fingers had
surreptitiously journeyed along the inside of her thigh,
disappearing beneath the leg-band of her pantie, moving
behind the fabric as she squirmed and said, "Oh, Mr.
Moran, ooohhh," and then in a move that stunned all of us,
Samuel grabbed her pantie and yanked it down her legs,
leaving it dangling from her left ankle. "Oh my goodness,
Mr. Moran, stop it. You can't remove my underwear in front
of everyone. I'm so embarrassed."
"For the time being I will be the one giving the
orders," Samuel said.
"But this is too much, they can see me, I can't stand
it, no more, I'm going to die."
"This will not lead to your death, Chloe, but smoking
will. Remember that the next time you feel like reaching
for a cigarette."
"It's not fair. You never spank Rachel."
Rachel laughed, "Ha, ha, you wanted him all to
yourself Chloe, now you have your wish. Spank her good
Daddy." It was amusing to see Chloe thrashing her legs in
the air with that pantie refusing to let go of her ankle.
Did she seriously think that being difficult was going to
do any good? My dad had her under his control and there
was no question that she was going to be soundly punished.
Taking a picture of her like this would have been great
but Dad never would have allowed that, oh well, just
watching was enough fun all by itself, especially now that
her pantie was removed. It was so amazing to see her
spreading open in front of us, as if she wanted to get it
right now, and if that was true then there was no doubt
that she was ready, considering what she'd already been
through with her own father and now mine. What was it
about Chloe that made these older men want her so much? It
wasn't fair, she always gets the guys and I get left out.
I'm glad she's being spanked.
Smack, smack, smack.
"Owwwweee, Oh, Ouch, Mr. Moran, you must stop, I
can't take another minute."
Smack, smack, smack, smack. Chloe's plea for mercy
went unanswered while her bottom shook with the relentless
onslaught of slaps. The hue of her fading summer tan
transformed into a ruby splash that spread over her cheeks
like spilled paint. It looked odd the way her breasts were
hanging upside down, bouncing above her flushed and
disgraced face, a face that was beginning to show signs
that the punishment was getting to her. By this time the
last remnants of modesty had been cast aside. She screamed
and kicked, throwing her legs open to expose the pink
opening to her cunt as she shamelessly rubbed against the
obscene mound in Samuel's pants.
Slap, smack, slap, smack.
"Ouch, Oh noooooooo, OOOWWWEEE," Samuel placed the
spanks in random locations around each cheek until her
entire bottom glowed with a bloodshot color, and he did
the same thing to her thighs, making sure that no part of
her backside escaped the sting of his spanking, and he let
her have it right up between the legs as well, applying
the spanks directly on top of her pussy, a part of the
punishment that moistened his fingers with the glistening
sheen of secretions that were oozing out of her. "Oh
pleeeaaase Mr. Moran, I can't take any more, I've learned
my lesson." Samuel raised his hand high above her, poised
to deliver another stinging swat, but then he paused and
slowly lowered his hand, resting it gently upon her
backside. This time her pleading had sounded sincere, the
rebellion had been broken, a change of character had taken
place, and that was good because he couldn't do this to
her any longer, she was too close to him, she had taken a
position in his life that was higher than friendship. She
deserved better. Samuel decided that he would never spank
her again. "Alright Chloe, I think you've had enough," he
said.
"Thank you so much, I was about to have a heart
attack," she said while repositioning herself over his
lap, pushing her hips down with subtle thrusts that seemed
to serve as an expression of gratitude combined with
simple self-gratification, and that was something that
most certainly would not bring any rebuke from Samuel. The
castigated girl's moaning went on for some time after the
spanking was officially over. "Ooohhh, ooohhh," Chloe
faintly cooed, remaining bent over his lap with her hair
dangling down beside her face, making no protest at the
way his hand was cupped between her legs, shielding her
from our view.
"I'll never smoke again, Mr. Moran, or Sam, whatever
you want to be called tonight, and thank you for caring."
"I hope that means you won't be running away."
"It does."
Rachel's eyelids opened wide, her nipples forming
peaks beneath the nightshirt. She was watching her
father's hand which had begun to do more than just keep
Chloe covered. He had extended his middle finger forward
until it was submerged, and he was sliding it in and out,
fingering and penetrating Chloe right here in the living
room in front of us. Rachel's face looked hot. She held
the palm of her hand against the front of her nightshirt,
pressing down near the top of thighs, squeezing her legs
together and squirming on the seat. Her mind must have
become distracted to the point of forgetting that she was
in the presence of her parents.
"You're a smart girl Chloe," Samuel said. "I knew
you'd come to senses. You just needed a guiding hand,"
"Mr. Moran, I'm sorry that I've been such a brat, I
know that you really are looking out for me. I'm going to
make you glad that you decided to let me live here." Chloe
pressed her hips downward, rubbing her clitoris against
his zipper.
"I'm already glad to have you here with us," Samuel
said, withdrawing his sticky middle finger, sliding it
between her cheeks over her anus. Eva looked at the time
on the clock and shook her head. "It's getting late. Both
of you girls have to get up early tomorrow morning and go
to school, so now it really is time for you to go to bed.
No more excuses." Chloe stood up and grabbed her pantie
from her ankle, but she didn't put it back on, choosing
instead to reach around and rub her hands on her bare
bottom which must have been smarting from the ordeal that
she had just endured. She pulled up the back of nightshirt
and looked around her shoulder to survey the damage. "I
feel like my skin is burning up."
"Some lotion will help." Samuel said, taking the tube
of skin cream from the table, applying some to Chloe's
enflamed cheeks and thighs. Her flesh soaked up the
soothing balm.
"This is the best skin lotion ever Mrs. Moran."
"Thank you Chloe, I special order it from Europe, and
just so you know; it is very expensive."
"I guess once you get used to the best it's hard to
settle for anything less, I mean, I've been hooked ever
since Mr. Moran's, um, introduction."
Eva's curiosity was piqued by Chloe's comment.
"Samuel, exactly what kind of introduction is Chloe
referring to?"
"It's nothing."
"Chloe doesn't seem to think it was nothing."
Rachel contemplated the opportunity to make her
presence known. This was a night when she had been all but
forgotten. Here was the opportunity to make her presence
known. There would trouble though, she was sure of that
much, but the lure was too much to resist. Rachel gulped
and started talking. "Mom, don't you know? Don't you
remember that weekend when you swapped us? Chloe was all
alone here with dad and guess what, there are some things
about your husband that you might not be fully aware of.
You see, Daddy has some rather sophisticated tastes when
it comes to girls like Chloe, he's a back-door kind of guy
and on that particular weekend you provided him with a
partner who was more than willing, and I must say that he
didn't let the occasion go to waste, but he did have to
use your lotion to make everything go smoothly."
Eva swallowed and looked around the living room. She
shook her head, standing up, facing him with her hands on
her hips. "Is it true," she said, watching as Samuel
continued to smooth the lotion over Chloe's bottom.
"That shouldn't be too hard to figure out Eva. Look,
you're the one who left me alone with a beautiful girl for
an entire weekend. What did you expect to happen?"
"Don't worry Mrs. Moran, it wasn't bad at all, I
actually liked it," Chloe said with a smile that was sweet
and innocent.
"Samuel, are you telling me that you sodomized a
teenage girl in my house?"
"That's a crude way to describe something beautiful."
"We did it right there," Chloe said, pointing to
where Rachel was sitting.
Eva looked at the sofa and stomped her foot on the
floor. "I don't believe this Samuel, and you even had the
nerve to use my lotion."
"It's the best Mrs. Moran, really slippery," Chloe
said, still smiling.
"I don't know what to say Samuel, this time you've
gone too far."
"Mrs. Moran, please don't be upset, he didn't hurt
me, in fact, after we got started I realized that I wanted
him to do it, I guess that's because he's such a great
guy."
"Chloe, at the age of fifteen you're too young to
know what you want."
"Yes I do. I'm more grown up than you like to think.
Now please, I'm really grateful that you've taken me in
and I don't want to be a bother. Do you think that we can
just forget about the past and move on with our lives?"
"I suppose we'll have to Chloe, I don't see any other
way. We're all in this together now." Eva looked away from
everyone. "I need to get some sleep. I'll see you all on
the morning," she said, turning and walking toward the
hallway that led to her room.
"Goodnight Mrs. Moran."
"Goodnight Mom."
"Rachel, it's time for you to go to bed too," Samuel
said.
"What about Chloe?"
"I have to talk to Chloe for a few minutes and then
both of us will be going to bed as well. Tomorrow is a
school day, remember?"
"I know the kind of talking that you guys do."
"Rachel, that's enough, I know you're frustrated but
just be patient and wait until tomorrow. I've got
something planned that should help. For right now though,
I have to ask you to go to your room."
"That's the story of my life; go away and be alone
and feel good about it. I'm being squeezed out of my own
house." Rachel shuffled away, shoulders hunched over,
lacking the normal spring in her step. He had wanted to
explain things to her in more detail but even he didn't
know what the details were, he only knew that tomorrow he
would be making some changes, whatever that would be. He
had to do something to insure that both girls could
coexist peacefully. Samuel pulled the nightshirt down to
cover Chloe. It was time to put her to bed. They walked to
her room and closed the door. Samuel sat on a chair in
front of the desk that he had bought for her as a place to
do homework.
"Chloe, would you promise me that you'll never think
about leaving us again."
"Why?"
"Because we will never leave you."
Chloe went quiet for a moment, finding it difficult
to say something that would confirm how she really felt.
"It's difficult for me to accept that I belong here," she
said. "I can't believe that anyone would want me in their
life, I don't deserve it, I really don't, but alright, if
it's what you want then I promise that I'll never think
about leaving home again, until I'm grown up and done with
school and all that, you know what I mean."
"We have a few good years left," he said, motioning
for her to come over to where he was sitting. Chloe
complied without speaking and got down on her knees in
front of him, resting her head against his leg, looking
contrite in the aftermath of the spanking. She wanted to
feel safe and she knew that she was, but something within
her was struggling. Hopefully in time her life would feel
natural, as if she'd been born here, with these people, in
this place, having never known anything else. Fortunately,
good luck had arranged it so that the task at hand could
be accomplished without difficulty. Chloe slid the side of
her face along the inside of his thigh until she bumped
into the lower end of his zipper. She grinned and moved
her hand over the area and began rubbing and unzipping and
playing until she had him all the way out. He was sure to
like the way that she placed her lips over the tip,
filling her mouth, bobbing her head up and down until he
became long and hard, extending over her tongue to the top
of her throat. There is a feeling of security in knowing
what will happen next, and in this instance she wasn't
surprised when after a few minutes had passed he undressed
her and took her to bed. This was the one place where
Chloe didn't expect to be told what to do. She knew when
to nibble on his ear, when to whisper bad words, when to
compliment him as a man, and she knew how to let him be
the man that he was made to be and not expect anything
else. Instinct told her when the time had come to
surrender, and so she spread her legs, encouraging him to
climb on top and penetrate her. Chloe closed her eyes.
This evening had been traumatic in some respects, but at
least it was ending in a good way, and while these late
night sessions hadn't been an uncommon occurrence in her
past life, there was just no comparison with the way Sam
was making her feel in her new life. He had become
everything; keeping his promise to look after her,
becoming a safety net, holding her accountable, and best
of all he was the one man who she knew would never hurt
her. What he had become in her life seemed impossible, but
it was true; he was a father, a friend, and a lover. In
him there was man for every season, a man worth fighting
for.
"So what's the big deal that you've got planned for
tomorrow," she said.
"I haven't made up my mind yet, but I have to come up
with something for Rachel's sake. There has to be some way
to make her feel good about our family situation."
"If tomorrow is the deadline then you're running out
of time. Maybe I could help."
"Thanks for the offer, but I don't think there's much
you can do."
"You might be underestimating me. I would do anything
for you, and remember, I'm a girl just like Rachel and I
have some ideas that I know will help. I'll tell you all
about it later, but first I want to ask you something."
Chloe fell silent, making him wait and wonder, amplifying
his curiosity, heightening his senses with anticipation.
She took his earlobe between her front teeth, biting just
enough so that he felt the pain, and then she let go and
moaned with a velvety purr, "Oh, aaahhh, uuummmm," and
then he heard the words passing through her lips, softly
but unmistakably, and it excited him like nothing else
could. He was lost in her web, his mind was spinning, she
was the flame and he was the moth. "Do you want me Daddy?
Would you like to have me? I hope so because I want you, I
want to feel you inside me, please Daddy, do it now; I
want you to fuck me Daddy." Samuel's craving for her grew
fierce as Chloe repeated the licentious request, thrusting
her pussy at him, taking hold of him and guiding his cock
into her warm darkness. He listened to her words, clinging
to every letter and syllable, being careful not to miss a
single utterance of the verbal magic that seared his mind
with desire for the graceful girl lying beneath him with
her legs spread widely apart. This was what he had wanted;
a young girl, a girl so sweet and pretty and willing, a
girl just like Chloe, but she was right about growing up,
he would have to set her free someday and then he would be
alone. There would be no replacement for Chloe, or Rachel
either. Memories of them would be like sacred alters where
he would go to give thanks. One girl should have been
enough, but he had been blessed with two. The thought of
Rachel made him become harder. He could divide himself
between them, but the problem came when each girl wanted
more than half, a scenario which was mathematically
impossible. The dilemma was fueling a jealousy that could
undermine the family. That was the complication he had
promised to resolve tomorrow, and he would find a
resolution no matter what the cost. It was critically
important that both these girls be happy and at peace with
each other.
* * *
Rachel turned her pillow over, it had become too hot
and falling asleep was proving to be too difficult. A half
hour had passed and she hadn't heard the sound of her
father's footsteps returning from the living room, a fact
that could only lead to one conclusion; he was still with
Chloe and the two of them were probably in her room right
now. It had been going on for some time so it shouldn't
have felt like a surprise, but tonight had been the worst
yet because it had happened right in front of her. At
least on those other occasions he had pretended that his
late night foray was a secret, he had waited until
everyone had gone to sleep before sneaking into Chloe's
room, but now he was doing things with Chloe in front of
the family and that was infuriating. Rachel couldn't stand
it any longer. She tossed back the blanket and stepped
onto the floor. Her pantie was uncomfortably damp so took
it off before leaving the room, walking bare footed in her
nightshirt through the unlit house until she was standing
in front of the door to Chloe's bedroom. There was no sign
of light under the door. Whatever they were doing in there
was being done in the dark. At least they weren't being
noisy. Rachel pressed her ear to the door and listened.
She heard creaking sounds and muffled voices. What were
they saying? Not knowing was frustrating, they might be
talking about her and if they were then she had a right to
know what was being said. She turned the knob, opening the
door slowly and only a little, until she heard the sound
of Chloe babbling in the bed that he had bought for her.
"You're so bad, I have to go to school in the morning and
you've got your cock in me, but don't worry, I like it. Do
it some more Daddy, push it in right now. Ooohhh uuuummmm,
yes, that's so good, that's the way to fuck me."
The anger rose up as Rachel imagined what her dad was
doing. She wanted to burst through the door and spoil
their selfish party but she restrained herself, squeezing
her lips together and listening. "I want you to feel
good," he said. "I want you to be happy."
"Oh you know how to make me happy and I feel good
about that, but I need your help. Tomorrow morning isn't
that far away. I hate being horny during school, its
torture, I want you to fuck all that frustration out of
me. Make me satisfied all day long."
"I'll help you Chloe, and I know you'll do the same
for me."
"Yes I will Daddy. I'll do anything you want. Oh my
god, you make me so wet, I want you to cum inside me
again."
"Tonight I'm glad to be a man."
"You'll be rejoicing by the time I'm done with you."
Rachel felt sick to her stomach. Curiosity had led
her to peep but now she couldn't stand to actually witness
her dad taking his pleasure with her best friend. Hearing
Chloe call him "Daddy" made it even worse. Any fool could
see that Chloe was seducing him away, stepping in and
taking over as the rightful daughter in the family.
Something had to be done, but what? Rachel felt a hand on
her shoulder. Her mother had come to get her. Being caught
like this was awful but then it really didn't matter
because the entire night had been a disaster. Adding one
more layer of shame on top of everything else wouldn't
make any difference. Rachel offered no resistance when her
mother pulled her away from the door and led her back to
her bedroom. Nothing could make her feel any worse.
"I know this is difficult for you," Eva said.
"It's so unfair Mom, he's spending most of his time
with Chloe, I'm being left out, and I'm the only one who
she be allowed to call him Dad."
"Help me understand Rachel. Are you feeling jealous
or abandoned, or what?"
"All of that. I've got a right to feel everything,
I'm the daughter and he's with her all the time. There
should be something in all this that's just for me."
"What if you had a sister?"
"That would be different."
"I want you to start thinking of Chloe as your
sister. A little sibling rivalry is normal, but the two of
you will have to find a way to get along. We have to live
together."
"But she's not my sister."
"As a practical matter she is. Your father and I have
begun the process to adopt Chloe so in the not too distant
future she'll be your sister legally as well."
"I suppose it's like a dream come true for Chloe and
my worst nightmare."
"Give her a chance, she's had a hard time, and in
spite of everything her heart is still in a good place."
"That's what Dad says too. I guess I just don't like
Chloe moving in on my territory. You'd think she'd at
least try to be discreet."
"Your father isn't blameless either, and he knows it.
He'll just have to find a way to divide his time between
both of you more fairly. In the meantime be patient and
know that there's nobody in this world that means more to
him than you."
"Mom, I just remembered, Dad said that he had some
kind of solution for us tomorrow. What did that mean?"
"I have no idea. At this point we can only wait and
see what happens. Now listen, it's after midnight and you
have to get some sleep or you'll be dozing off in class
tomorrow."
Rachel flopped down on the bed with the nightshirt
bunching around her waist. "Goodnight Mom."
Eva's eyes widened. "What happened to your pubic
hair?"
"Oh my god." Rachel yanked the nightshirt down. "It's
been so long that I forgot it was a secret. Well, now you
know; I shaving. Dad taught me how and I must say that
it's done a lot for my self-esteem; I feel so much better
about myself. Didn't you notice that Dad shaves too?"
"I should have known that he'd be the instigator, and
no, I wasn't aware that he was going along with it, he
always wears shorts to bed."
"Don't you two ever do anything?"
"Someday Rachel, when you get married, you'll find
out that it can be complicated. There's more than one way
for a man and woman to live together."
"So, am I in trouble or what?"
"In the past I would have been afraid for you Rachel.
But now, taking into account everything that's going on in
our family, your pubic hair is the least of my concerns."
Eva winked, "I have to admit you do look attractive that
way."
"I don't believe it, but thanks Mom." Rachel waited
for a moment, and seeing that there would be no further
response said, "You should give it a try, I swear you
won't be sorry."
"No thank you. Now go to sleep."
* * *
When Chloe came to breakfast the next morning she
appeared radiant, bubbly, and happy to be alive. The
corners of her mouth pulled up with a hint of a smile as
she ate her cereal, glancing at Samuel in a way that
revealed mischievous intent, or perhaps suggesting that
they were keeping a secret. Either way, the truth would
come out soon enough; in this house it was impossible to
keep anything undercover for very long. Rachel, in
contrast to Chloe, had dark circles under her eyes that
made her look fatigued and irritable, as if she was
itching to start a fight with anyone who dared to look at
her the wrong way. The night had probably passed slowly
for Rachel, giving her plenty of time to plan what she
would say to her perceived rival. "How did you sleep last
night Chloe?" Rachel asked, gulping the last of her orange
juice and then setting the empty glass down on the table
with more force than was necessary.
"Pretty good, I guess."
"You guess?" Rachel rolled her eyes.
Chloe patted her lips with a napkin. "If you must
know, I slept just fine."
"I can imagine," Rachel said. Her father pulled his
shirtsleeve back to look at his watch. "Okay, both of you
finish your breakfast. It's time for me to take you to
school."
Rachel looked at her dad, "I have to brush my teeth."
"So do I," Chloe said, standing up and rushing off to
claim the bathroom first.
"Make it quick, I don't want you to be late, I'll
meet you out in the car."
Rachel waited outside the bathroom door until Chloe
came out, saying nothing as they passed in the hall. She
hurried through her normally meticulous morning routine;
carelessly brushing, spitting toothpaste in the sink,
wiping her face with a towel and looking in the mirror.
Would they leave without her if she took too long? That
was a silly thought, but was it really that farfetched?
She abandoned everything else and ran out to the garage
where she found her dad sitting in the car, drumming his
fingers on the steering wheel. Chloe had taken a spot in
the back seat, something that hadn't happened even once
since he'd started driving them to school. Why the big
change today? Chloe was always the first one to rush out
here and get into the front seat with him. Oh well, there
were more important things to think about, like how all of
a sudden he wasn't in a hurry anymore, taking a different
route to school, driving slower than normal as if he
wasn't ready to say goodbye, and he also kept looking at
her and smiling, sometimes in the fatherly way, and then a
moment later in the manly way, which was interesting
because he hadn't acted that second way very much since
Chloe had come to live with them. When they arrived at the
school he turned into the main lot like he always did, but
this time he parked in a stall between two other cars
instead of dropping them off near where the buses parked
to unload everybody else.
"Dad, how come you're parking here?"
"Well, every once in a while I enjoy doing things
differently. Why don't you give me a hug before you go?"
"Um, sure, I guess we've got time."
Rachel released the seatbelt and slid over next to
him, clasping her hands around the back of his shoulders,
leaning in, cheeks touching. A shudder rippled through her
chest. The bond between them had become fragile. She had
to stop thinking and relax, but that was difficult to do
because healing takes time, more time than was available
now. The moment drifted on, lasting longer than a typical
farewell, becoming more personal as if he didn't want to
let her go, and then his hand lingered over her shirt,
touching her breast before moving lower to the front of
her jeans, fingers tracing a line along the zipper and
then making the journey down, fondling between her legs.
What had gotten into him? Up to now he had always been so
conscientious about maintaining their secrecy. The school
parking lot was a dangerous place to be doing something
like this. People were walking through the area and
somebody might come by and see what they were doing. The
two big cars parked on each side of them did provide a
wall of privacy and Chloe would surely watch to see if
anyone was coming so it was probably safe to let him have
his way for a little while, after all, he had brought her
to this state of arousal and it would be a shame to waste
it. Rachel pushed her crotch against his hand. She was
vaguely aware that her pantie was damp and that her first
class would be starting in a few minutes. He kept his hand
down there, petting her hot little pussy until they
absolutely had to leave or be late.
When it was time to go Samuel said, "This afternoon
I'm going to pick you up right after school is out."
"Dad, you don't have to hurry home from work just for
us, we can study in the library until you get here."
"Today is different. You'll see what I mean later. I
can't give you all the details right now."
"Is that your way of saying that you have a surprise
for us?"
"What I can say is that you may find it surprising,
but there's more to it than that, you'll just have wait
and see."
The lack of a specific explanation was frustrating.
Did this have something to do with what he had said last
night about making changes? Hopefully that would be the
case. This morning had been great but once we were back
home it would be the same thing all over again; two girls
competing for one guy, and that was getting old. I headed
down the hallway to my first class. People were shouting
and locker doors were slamming but it all seemed far away,
like walking through a dream. My thoughts were on the ride
to school, I ached with the sensations that lingered from
when he fondled me in the car. Did that encounter offer
any clue as to what the surprise would be this afternoon?
I couldn't figure it out, but at least this was one
morning where I wouldn't be sleepy during history class.
Schoolwork wasn't high on my list of priorities today. All
I could focus on was finding out what my dad had in store
for us, and if he would continue where he left off with me
this morning. I must have appeared distracted because my
friend Evelyn came up to me at lunch and asked if I was
feeling okay. I told her I was fine but I think she
suspected something. This day couldn't be over soon enough
to satisfy me. When Dad picked us up after school all my
anticipation turned into an epic letdown, it was like he
had some kind of amnesia, he didn't say anything
meaningful and Chloe was acting strange too, not speaking
even once for the entire trip home which was bizarre in
itself because she's a natural born chatterbox who will go
on mindlessly talking about her day until someone changes
the subject. Something was definitely odd, nobody was
acting normal.
As soon as we got back home Chloe hurried to the
refrigerator and grabbed an apple, and then she did
something that she never does; she immediately went to her
room and began studying. This was another layer of
weirdness on top my dad's aloofness which was already
driving me mad. It seemed like he was distancing himself
from me, behaving in a way that disavowed everything that
he had said and done this morning, and that bugged me
really bad until it finally got to the point where I
doubted my own memory and feelings. I began to think that
I had imagined everything, but I couldn't accept that
either, so all I could do was to sit around getting
frustrated and mad and feeling like at any minute I might
just explode and disintegrate into a trillion atoms and
drift away to outer space. I should not have to compete
with another girl in my own house, that was a fact I could
rest on, but despite all that I never considered doing
anything that would actually hurt Chloe, after all, she
was the closest thing to a best friend that I ever had,
and like Mom said, she would soon be a sister as well, and
sisters do have disagreements so we really weren't that
unusual. What did my parents expect would happen? Up to
this point in my life I had been an only-child and now all
of a sudden I had to share everything, even my dad, and
nobody had taken the time to show me how to get through
this. We needed some rules. There had to be respect, there
had to be boundaries that couldn't be crossed, and there
was no better time than now to show Chloe exactly where I
would be drawing that line. At the moment she was still in
her room, which was a good thing because I didn't want any
interference from my mom and dad. This was a matter for
Chloe and me to work out for ourselves.
"Hey Rachel, what's going on?" Chloe said as I walked
into her bedroom. She was sitting on her bed, sipping a
glass of water, looking so sweet and innocent and slutty
all at the same time. She's a contradiction, a riddle, and
I think that's the thing my dad likes about her and it's
why she irritates me so much. I had to hurry up and get to
the point or I was going to lose my temper.
"Chloe, we need to have a talk, you see, I've noticed
how you've become kind of close to my dad."
"You could say that, I guess."
"I just did say it Chloe, now listen to me, I'll get
right to the point. We are going to be sisters, I mean
legally in the outside world and in this house too, and
now that we're both living under the same roof there are
certain things that will have to be understood."
"I can't express how much I appreciate what your
family has done for me."
"Let me finish Chloe. Now as I was saying, we're
going to be sisters, but we'll be different from sisters
that happened the natural way."
"I think I understand that."
"Then understand this, he was my dad first, but I'm
willing to share. You can have fun with him, cry on his
shoulder, ask him for advice, sit on his lap, I don't
care, but I never want to hear you call him Daddy. That
word for me only. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Chloe squirmed on the bed and took a sip of water. "I
don't do it very often," she said. "I only say it when he
wants me to, you know, when we're together. He gets so
excited when I talk in certain ways." A blush came over
Chloe's face. She had undoubtedly remembered the last time
she was alone with him in this very bed, mewling in his
ear, saying things that he should only hear from me, and
now she was getting aroused by the memory of it right in
front of me. I couldn't take anymore. The time had arrived
to cool off this horny little girl. I snatched the glass
of water out of her hand and emptied it onto her pretty
face.
"Ooof, Rachel, what are you doing?" Chloe's wet hair
stuck to the side of her face.
"I'm teaching you some manners."
"Look Rachel, if he wants me to call him Daddy then
that's exactly what I'm going to do, and just so you know,
the reason I like to say it is because it makes him get so
hard." Those words hit me like a punch in the stomach.
There was nothing left, only a red veil of anger that
stained my vision. I pulled my arm back and threw the
glass against the wall where it burst into hundreds of
pieces, tiny shards, broken forever, just like my pitiful
life. I immediately regretted doing it, but most of all I
regretted being me. I wasn't sure who I was anymore. I
didn't know what was mine or where I belonged. My life was
spinning away. Chloe looked as if she thought I was going
to attack her, or maybe she thought we were going to find
ourselves trouble or something, I don't know, but I did
hear footsteps hurrying toward the bedroom. Nothing gets
your parents' attention faster than the sound of
shattering glass.
Dad rushed into the room with Mom following behind.
"What's going on in here?" he said.
Chloe pulled her wet hair around the back of her head
and stood up. "Nothing, we were just talking."
"What was that noise? It sounded like a baseball got
thrown through your window." Dad spoke softly while
looking over the crystals of glass that sparkled on the
wood floor.
"A glass of water slipped out of my hand and broke."
Chloe's a lousy liar and Dad appeared skeptical of her
explanation before she finished the sentence. When he
turned to face me I knew that he suspected some level of
involvement on my part. Oh well, I'd probably be better
off to tell him the truth. It wasn't like I could sink any
lower in my own regard, and now his too.
"Dad, I got upset and threw it against that wall, I'm
sorry." He looked sad but didn't say anything at first,
and for a moment at least I knew there was nothing else on
his mind except me and that was something he hadn't done
since I couldn't remember when. He used to do it all the
time, stopping his life to read me, checking in and making
sure we were still a team. Maybe that was what my tantrum
was all about, getting his attention one more time,
perhaps the last time for all I knew. I really felt like I
was close to losing him and myself too.
"Why did you do it?" The calm tone of his voice
scattered my thoughts.
"Give me some time and I'll figure it out."
"It's all my fault," Chloe said.
"Don't blame her Dad, I'm responsible, and don't look
at me like that, I know I've got some kind of problem."
"That's not the whole story Mr. Moran. I made Rachel
mad so I should be the one to blame."
"Maybe we can share the blame," he said, smiling as
if it all made sense. I couldn't believe it, and not
because I was getting away with something, but because he
seemed to understand. I actually began to feel happy
again, even though Mom didn't appear pleased at all. She
looked disgusted as she stepped into the center of the
room, glass crunching underfoot, hands on her hips the way
she always does when she's mad and getting ready to bark
out some orders. "Samuel, how about if you act like the
adult around here for a change? Provide some leadership.
We can't have the girls smashing up our home. You need to
teach them a lesson."
"I will deal with the situation Eva. Now why don't
you go and finish dinner while I work this out with Rachel
and Chloe." Mom looked at the pieces of glass on the floor
and shook her head as she walked out the door, "I got a
late start tonight so don't expect dinner for at least an
hour."
Chloe and I just knew we had to clean up the glass
right away so we got to work without being told, and Dad
helped us too. We swept and vacuumed and mopped, and when
we were done he told Chloe that she couldn't go bare-foot
in her room for a month because a little splinter of glass
might still show up somehow. After that he marched us off
to his bedroom and closed the door and we just stood
there, not knowing what to expect, watching as he took two
packages down from the closet shelf, setting the boxes on
foot of the bed and then looking at us and saying, "We
need to talk." Chloe and I stood in the middle of the
floor while Dad walked in a circle around us, looking us
over from head to foot. Goose bumps rose up on my arms
even though it was warm in the room. Chloe's eyes were
darting between me and Dad and I kept wondering what those
packages contained and I was glad when he finally started
talking because silence always makes me imagine the wrong
thing.
"Here's a simple question," he said. "What do we all
have in common?"
Chloe started to raise her hand like it was a quiz at
school. "We all live in the same house."
"That's true Chloe, but what else comes to mind?"
"Dad, don't make us guess what you're thinking, just
come out and say it."
"Very well; I'm thinking that we are all friends."
"We already know that," I said, regretting that I
spoke so bluntly, but I just couldn't help it. I love a
surprise but hate suspense.
"Alright Rachel, then what does it mean to you?"
"Friends are people who do things together," Chloe
said.
"A friend won't hold it against you when you mess
things up," I added, and I don't know why I said that, it
just seemed appropriate. Dad put his hands on each of our
shoulders, turning Chloe and me so that we were standing
face to face, bringing us so close to each other that our
toes were almost touching.
"Both of your answers are good," he said, "and I
would also say that friends look out for each other."
Chloe wobbled, bumping our chests together. "Like
we're on the same side in life," she said, sounding
serious while looking at me. Dad seemed to like her answer
because he took it even further by saying, "Yes, and I
know that sometimes you both have felt like I'm showing a
preference for one of you over the other, but that's only
because there are two of you and only one of me."
That put me on the spot because what he had said was
more about me than Chloe. I had to offer something more to
this conversation than just acting hurt and defensive.
Maybe it would help if I came forward and was honest for a
change. "Dad, I know I've been acting foolishly, it's just
that lately I've been feeling like I wasn't part of the
family anymore and that made me angry. I used to be the
only one in your life and now I have to share you. This is
all new to me and I don't have any experience to help me
deal with everything that's happening. I'm having a hard
time finding my way. I'm sorry, I can't help it."
Chloe looked down at where our chests were touching.
"I feel bad," she said, "and I wish there was some way
that I could help." At that moment she seemed authentic
and I felt sorry for her and I was going to suggest that
she shouldn't worry about it when Dad pulled us closer
together and said, "Chloe, this is your family now too,
and you are both amazing girls and for now on I'm going to
be spending a lot more time with both of you, and I
promise to be as fair as possible but there will be
occasions when I'm not around and in that situation I want
you to be able to rely upon yourselves." Dad has a habit
of saying things without being as specific as I would
like, meandering around the meaning and then leaving me to
figure out his intention, which can be frustrating at
times, but I have to admit there are situations when the
essence of things is floating around somewhere between the
words, in a place where understanding comes through
feelings instead of talking it out, and now I had a
suspicion that this was such an occasion. He put his arms
around our backs and held us so that we were all wrapped
up in a three-way hug, and then he kissed me and then he
kissed Chloe and then we all started kissing each other at
the same time and I felt him squeezing my bottom and I was
sure that he was doing the same thing for Chloe and I was
fine with that.
Our lips and tongues moved together. I closed my eyes
and melted into it, enjoying the sensation of being wanted
and not giving any special thought to anything in
particular. I let my dad feel me up in front of Chloe,
imagining him on top of me, kissing me and humping me at
the same time and I ached for what he could give me and
really kissed back hard, losing myself for a time but then
becoming aware that now there was only one other set of
lips involved and when I opened my eyes I was shocked to
see that I was locked in a full open-mouth kiss with
Chloe. I pulled my lips away from her but she simply
pushed my hair to the side and nuzzled her face into my
neck, kissing below my ears. I couldn't help rolling my
head back, surrendering my flesh to her mouth as I gazed
at the glow in my father's eyes. "Hey Dad, is it time for
dinner yet?" I tried to be nonchalant and conceal that I
was confused, especially now that Chloe's hand was moving
over my breast.
"We've got plenty of time," he said. "Let's take this
opportunity to appreciate Chloe. I know she likes you, and
she really is sweet, wouldn't you agree?"
"Sounds great for you Daddy."
"That's right, and Chloe is good and beautiful and
today she's being more amazing than ever before. She wants
to make-up for everything that happened at her house even
though it wasn't he fault. I hope that you'll find room in
your heart for an appropriate response."
"Okay fine, I understand, but still, I'm a girl and
Chloe's a girl. I don't even know how to think about this,
let alone actually do it."
My protest was of little consequence as they were
obviously having ideas of their own, dividing me between
them; one breast for Chloe and one for my dad, and they
were caressing me and playing with my nipples, kissing me
and saying complimentary things, and that was just the
warm-up, I mean, they were all over me and I didn't know
how to react in a situation like this so I just went along
with it and let them have me any way they wanted. What was
I supposed to do? These were the two most important people
in my life and it wasn't like they were hurting me or
anything, in fact it was just the opposite so I went along
with it when my dad took hold of my hand and guided it to
the front of Chloe's jeans, sliding my palm along her
zipper, steering my fingers inside her thighs, moving my
hand between her legs, compelling me to massage her in the
same way that he had done to me in the school parking lot
this morning, and after a while he let go, but my hand
stayed there, rubbing Chloe even more. I could feel the
heat between her legs and the dampness seeping through her
jeans. My girlfriend was responding, becoming excited, and
the same thing was happening to me as well.
"I like being close to you," Chloe said. Her breath
was hot and her voice was smooth and she sounded more
experienced than girl who not that long ago had blown out
fifteen candles on a birthday cake. My dad was right about
Chloe, there was a more to her than anyone probably knew.
"Ooohhh Chloooeee, I don't know what to say, but I am
sorry that I was mean to you."
Nibbling on my earlobe, "I'll forget it ever happened
if you will," she said.
"Okay, it's a deal, and I'm glad you decided not to
leave us."
"I'm glad too."
They kissed all over my face and neck. Groping hands
were all over me too, rubbing, squeezing, and fondling,
moving over my breasts and between my legs. Chloe
positioned her thigh beneath my crotch like a living
banister, and I love banisters so rode her like one,
humping on her beautiful muscle and it felt so good and it
didn't matter that my dad was watching or who the hands or
legs belonged to. My dad released the buttons on our
shirts, but that didn't distract Chloe and me as we groped
at each other in a desperate kind of urgency. He was
letting us do whatever we wanted, being supportive and
encouraging as we went wild, and then he unzipped the
front of our pants and he put Chloe's hand into my pantie
and my hand into her pantie. I couldn't believe that I was
actually going along with it but there was no way that I
could stop either, I was too excited, this was the very
first time that I had touched another girl down there and
believe me, Chloe's was ready, I mean, she was more than
gracious when I pushed into her warm little hole,
fingering her just like I would do to myself, and I could
tell that she liked it because she gripped my finger with
her pussy and humped herself on top of it as a positive
affirmation.
Chloe's voice made me imagine a purring tiger, "I've
always wanted to be with you," she said.
"Really? I never would have guessed. Why didn't you
say something?"
"I didn't know how you'd react. Being your friend was
more important. I didn't want to lose you."
"What do you think of my reaction now?"
"I like it a lot."
Chloe inserted her tongue into my mouth with a
boldness that was shocking, but I let her do it and I
encouraged her because I was starting to like being
treated this way. I guess I was kind of being ravished by
her and if all that wasn't enough my dad was fooling
around with our breasts and telling us that we were
beautiful and that he was crazy for both of us and it was
all too much for me to take and I guess I was delirious
and my legs became wobbly and I leaned into Chloe and that
made us stagger and fall onto the bed, and for some reason
I started thinking about the last rays of September
sunlight retreating over the windowsill. We hadn't been in
my dad's bedroom for very long, but in that time I had
gained an appreciation for Chloe; she was my best
girlfriend ever and at this particular moment I was so
taken with her eyes and lips that it didn't register as
anything significant when my dad pulled off my pants and
then my pantie, exposing me so that Chloe could gaze upon
all of me, just like I had done to her on the night when
she was spanked. I could see the lust in the way she
looked at me, it was like she wanted to devour me and I
was astonished to find something like that in the eyes of
a young girl, but it was there, just like it had been with
all those guys who had wanted to have me, and especially
the one who had actually succeeded, my own dad, and now he
was looking at me in that same way as well.
"Is it time Sam?" Chloe said.
Dad looked at me and then back at Chloe, "I think
so," he said, and it was pretty obvious that he was hiding
something. It was just like that day when I sneaked up
behind him in the garden. He was kneeling down to
fertilize a rose bush. I poked him with a badminton racket
and laughed and it startled him so much that he lost his
balance and almost fell head first into the dirt. He had
looked at me in the exact same way that he was doing now,
and then he squirted me with a garden hose, dousing my
face and shirt with cold water and it made my little
cherry tomato nipples poke out and I screamed and ran into
the house. So what were they talking about now? What was
it time for anyway? Was Chloe asking about dinner? How
could she be thinking about food at a time like this? It
was weird and it made me curious and a little hornier too,
I don't know why, but it was like trying to solve a
mystery and I like that feeling. I saw the way they were
staring and remembered that my pantie had been removed. At
least I could be proud of the way I cleaned myself up last
night. I've become a skilled shaver and I know that I'm
attractive without hair down there and I do look forward
to those sessions alone with my razor because that's when
I feel as if I like myself, and I certainly do appreciate
all that my pussy has to offer, especially at a time like
this when my clitoris decides to stand up in a happy
salutation, and that was a sight that I was sure my dad
was noticing too because the bulge in the front of his
pants was nothing less than spectacular.
"Um, would one of you mind telling me what you're
talking about?" My dad smiled as his eyes roamed over my
legs. "Chloe and I are going to be giving you some
personal attention; the kind you've been missing out on
lately."
I'm not clueless, at least not all the all the time.
I knew they were seducing me and I had gone along with it
so far, but now I just lay there, speechless, without a
thought in my head as Chloe took off her shirt, releasing
her bra and wriggling out of her pants. Then there was my
dad reaching for one of the boxes and smiling at Chloe
whose nipples had become all puffy and pointy. Oh well, a
little personal attention couldn't be a bad thing,
nevertheless, I still felt like they were keeping me in
suspense so I asked, "Have you two joined some sort of
secret society?" Without answering my dad handed one of
the boxes to Chloe and then distracted me by removing my
shirt. I suppose he was more than a little happy to have
both of us girls naked on his bed, and I suppose I should
have suspected the nature of what was going to happen when
she put it on, but I initially thought it was amusing, I
mean, Chloe was kneeling there on the bed, adjusting these
leather straps that stretched around her waist and legs,
straps that held a reproduction of a male sex organ
extending out in front of her crotch, and she was even
holding the big thing just like a guy would.
"You look funny wearing that," I said.
Chloe stroked her fingers along the pink-veined
shaft. "Pretending to be a guy is fun Rachel, you should
try it sometime."
"Being a girl is hard enough."
My dad sat down with on the bed with us. "I think
you'll like what she does with it," he said.
"Oh really, and exactly what is she going to do?" I
guess I was in denial or something because I still hadn't
let myself comprehend what was taking place around me,
even as my dad pulled me up on my hands and knees with
Chloe positioning herself in back, rubbing the phallus
between my cheeks and thighs. My dad took off his pants
and I noticed how different he was from the dildo. He
stretched out in an arching shape, partially erect but
becoming stiffer as he looked at me, growing bigger as he
hung their under my face. His hand pressed down on the
back of my head, bringing me near. The aroma of mom's
cooking drifted in from the kitchen. She was making
chicken and rice which is a favorite of mine but I wasn't
ready to eat dinner because I still had a duty to work on
the delicious wiener that was standing up in front of my
face. My lips formed an oval, I had to have it in my
mouth, and then there was Chloe with her purring voice
coming from where she was kneeling behind me. "I've got
something special for," she said.
"Now Chloe, you know my dad is the only one who's
allowed to do that." I looked back at her with my tongue
licking the side of his shaft. I could sense that things
were getting more serious, I mean, I could feel her
rubbing that thing all over back there, zeroing in where
it counted, but even so, it was like I wouldn't let myself
consider the possibility that she actually intended to go
through with it, she wouldn't dare do something like that
with my dad was sitting right here watching her every
move.
Chloe gave my cheek a crisp slap. "I think he'll make
an exception this time," she said.
I was taken off-guard by the confidant tone in
Chloe's voice. She sounded stern, almost as if she was
reprimanding me, putting me in my place, demanding my
obedience, and for some reason I was complying and I began
to think that my dad must have already known what to
expect because he didn't offer any rebuttal to what she
said and I probably should have seen it coming or at least
been a little wary but it's hard to think clearly about
things when you have mouthful of cock. I couldn't let
myself think about it when Chloe locked her fingers around
my hips. She positioned the plastic penis like an expert,
spreading me open, pushing it inside of me with one bold
stroke that could only be described as unapologetic.
Honestly, there was no way that I could have stopped her,
even if I had wanted to, I mean, I was wetter than a rainy
day and totally excited, but even so, there was a moment
when I panicked and tried to move away but she immediately
pulled my hips backward, impaling me all over again with
her strap-on love toy, and my dad obviously didn't mind,
he just kept pushing my head down, making me gobble up his
boner, and then I realized that this must have been their
plan for me all along and I wasn't exactly sure how to
feel about it except that they obviously wanted me, and
for that much at least, I was glad.
"DAAAADY, Chloe got me."
"Yes, I can see."
"But I thought that was just for us."
"You will always be special to me Rachel, but you
need to appreciate the other people in your life as well,
people like Chloe who really like you a lot. So right now
I want you to just relax and let things happen."
I took him at his word and the next thing that
happened was not especially surprising. Chloe became
decidedly more aggressive, attaching herself to me and
humping the dildo into my little pussy with a single-
minded determination. My girlfriend was doing it to me and
I was at a loss to know what to think. Up to this point in
my life the only person who had really been with me like
this was my dad, and now here was my girlfriend assuming
control and taking me all the way. Chloe repeatedly drove
her hips forward, relentlessly thrusting the dildo into me
with ferocious power, making me rock back and forth with
my dad's cock filling my mouth like an enormous pacifier.
Maybe I should have been self-conscious. I was kneeling
there with my bottom sticking up in the air, all of me
being presented for Chloe's examination, I mean, the dildo
would be wet and shiny and she would have an unobstructed
view of my pussy and even my anus. I had to wonder; did
Chloe like seeing me this way? And more importantly; did
my dad take pleasure in watching what she was doing to me?
"Ooohhhh Daddy, I don't believe it."
"How do you like all the attention?" he said.
"Hopefully it'll begin to make up for those times when I
was selfish and left you alone."
"Two is better than one, Daddy." I barely got the
words out before going down on him again. He was petting
my hair in the most affectionate way and I was feeling
very happy about the situation.
"I agree," he said, "and I must say that it's
wonderful to be here with my two favorite girls."
Chloe paused for a moment. "Thank you for sharing
Rachel with me. I really like her. She's my best friend
and she's beautiful and she excites me so much."
"I'm sure that Rachel feels the same for you."
There were some things I wanted to say but my mouth
was full. I would have liked to have looked back and seen
the expression on Chloe's face but I couldn't because my
dad was holding the back of my head, bobbing me up and
down on his stiff prick, which I didn't mind, it was
simply an activity that was all-consuming, I mean, I was
really busy right now. One lover can be enough of a
challenge and here I had two of them working me over and I
have to admit that Chloe was showing considerable skill
with that dildo. She humped me as I dutifully held my
bottom high in the air, welcoming each thrust along with
the waves of pleasure they created. Sometimes she went
wild, reaching around my waist and rubbing my clitoris
with her finger while at the same time rotating the dildo
inside me. All this attention was great. I was finally
able to relax and let it happen. The passage of time and
any awareness of responsibility slipped out of my
consciousness until the bedroom door flew open and banged
against the wall. Standing there in a flower print apron
was my mother, wiping her hands on a towel and scowling at
my upturned bottom.
"Chloe, you can't do that to Rachel, you're just a
teenage girl." Mom waved her arms, roaring like a lioness,
but Chloe ignored her and continued humping me. "Oh, I'm
sorry to be a bother Mrs. Moran. I guess I forgot."
"And you Samuel, you are the worst of all. Don't you
have anything better to do than to corrupt these young
girls?"
"Eva, I prefer to think of it as giving them some
quality time."
I licked my dad's cock like a stick of candy. "That's
right Mom, I need my quality time."
"Rachel, you are far too young to be doing anything
remotely resembling something like this."
"I am old enough and I made the decision to do it and
guess what Mom, you can't stop me."
Eva put her hands on her hips. "Samuel, this time
you've gone too far. First you promote the defilement of
your own daughter and then you also take advantage of
Chloe's promiscuous tendencies. Seducing two young girls
is disgraceful. Your behavior is completely inappropriate.
What kind of father are you?"
"Relax Mommmm, he's a good guy, and in case you
hadn't noticed, I have some promiscuous tendencies
myself."
Dad reached out and fondled my breasts while he spoke
to her. "These are two fine girls, Eva. Surely you can
understand that a little personal care will go a long way
toward relieving the tensions that can build up. Don't you
remember what it was like when you were their age?"
"He's telling the truth Mrs. Moran," Chloe said,
slowing her humping to a speed that was appropriate during
a conversation. "I'd go crazy without your husband, I
mean, if it wasn't for him I'd probably go off and do
something crazy."
It was great to hear people taking my side for a
change. I just had to add some more of my own opinion.
"And you know what else Mom? Things are going to be even
better now that I've got Chloe here to be with me when
Dad's not at home. Isn't that great?" Apparently my mom
didn't agree because she started shaking her head before I
was done speaking. "You're too young to be having sex with
anyone Rachel, especially with your father, even though
it's too late for that, but now you're going to tell me
that you're still not satisfied and you want Chloe too?
You want another girl? You're out of control, this has to
stop."
"I'm different from other girls Mom. I can handle it
and I'm going to prove it to you. I want you to stay here
and watch as Daddy does me from behind. I want you to see
how much I enjoy it. Maybe then you'll understand that I'm
old enough to make a decision like this on my own."
"No Rachel, this can't go on any longer."
"Sorry Mom, it's too late. I made up my mind a long
time ago. This is who I am." She stared at me with her
mouth open, probably searching for something to say, but
never mind that, I was more than ready to carry on with my
affair now that Chloe had done her part and worked me into
a lather. The time had come to finish the job. I wouldn't
be finishing it with her though, I mean, Chloe had been
great and all that, but what I needed now more than
anything else was a living, breathing man inside of me. I
pulled away from Chloe and this time she let me go,
remaining seated on the bed behind where I was positioned
on my hands and knees. I was glad that she stayed close,
using this pause in the action as an opportunity to
comfort my clitoris with her fingertip, and even being so
thoughtful as to provoke my anus with the tip of her
wiggling tongue. Dad walked around to the back of the bed
with his erection swinging in the air, politely waiting
for Chloe to move aside so that he could kneel behind me.
"Our daughter is a good girl Eva. I'm inclined to
give her whatever she wants."
My mom shook her head, "Oh come on Samuel. Be honest
for once in your life; this is all about what you want."
"Mom, it should be obvious to you that I want it just
as much as he does."
Apparently my dad was done with talking because he
abruptly took control of me in much the same manner as
Chloe had done previously, holding my hips and mounting me
from behind, pushing his living, blood filled cock inside
me without hesitation, as if he owned me. My mom watched
with a twitching lower lip. I arched my back and pointed
myself upward so she would have a clear view of what he
was doing to me, sliding between my tender pussy lips,
poking it deep inside me, making me feel so full and good.
Hopefully that would prove to my mom that I was more than
grown up enough to take part in this kind of thing.
"Eva, you need to begin seeing our daughter from a
more realistic perspective. There's nobody like Rachel.
She's unique and she has her own ambitions and desires.
What gives anyone the right to stand in her way if this
was what she wants?"
"He's right Mom, just look at me, it's obvious that
I'm doing just fine." That comment didn't go over well
with my mother; the self-appointed matriarch who saves her
praise for a rainy day but is seldom stingy when comes to
doling out disapproval. Her face was failing to show any
sign of empathy for us at all and she just started running
off at the mouth with statements about how the world and
all of us were headed for trouble and we'd have nobody to
blame but ourselves and if we thought we were clever we
better think again because it had all been done before.
And then something odd happened. During all the fury and
arm waving my mom's nipples had become hard and were
showing through her blouse; in my entire life I had never
seen that happen with her.
"Rachel is a wonderful partner Eva, you should be
proud of her."
"Think of the benefits Mom, concentrating on my
studies is a lot easier after, you know, participating in
some extracurricular activities." The bed swayed back and
forth, the headboard knocking against the wall as my dad
stroked it to me. Today was the first time that I had
gotten down on my hands and knees and taken it from the
rear; I liked the feeling, it's a very natural position
and I felt like I could go on like this forever. My mom
stood a few in from the door, watching us, her face
turning angry as she removed her apron and twisted it in
her hands. Chloe stood next to her and smiled, the pink
dildo extending in front her crotch, the black leather
straps secured around her waist and legs.
"Dad, would you do something special for me?"
"What do you mean by special?"
"Something that you wouldn't do for just anybody but
that you may have done for somebody but not for me."
"Help me out, be a little more specific."
"Well, it's like this, there's something you did it
for Chloe but not for me."
"What are you talking about?"
I couldn't look at him when I said it so I spoke
softly, gazing back and down at where his knee was
indenting the mattress, forcing him to lean over and
listen closely to what I was saying. "Daddy, I'm ready to
let you have me the back way." He slowed down and became
still, taking some time to respond. "Oh, I see. I had no
idea that you'd want to do that," he said, sounding not at
all like he was enthused with the idea, and that made me
start to go off in my mind and worry and feel agitated
because anything he ever did with Chloe he should be
willing to do with me. That's just the way I feel about it
and I'm not going to change.
"You did it for Chloe but not for me, why is that?"
"I don't know why. It never occurred to me."
"I want to do it Daddy. I need to have the experience
so I can know what it's all about."
"I can help," Chloe said, running out of the bedroom
with the dildo wagging in front of her. I guessed that she
had heard what I said, but I didn't know about my mom; she
just stared at us in silence, like she was in a daze or
something. I doubt that she appreciated the meaning of
what we had just discussed, and for now it was probably
better that way. Chloe skipped and hopped her way back
into the room a moment later. She sat on the side of the
bed in front of me. Her hand held a brand new tube of the
skin lotion that my mom cherished more than anything else
in the word, or so it seemed. "Hey, what's going on?
That's my moisturizer," Mom said, but nobody paid any
attention to her. Chloe gave the lotion to my dad and then
pulled the hair away from the side of my face, petting me
a manner that was startling in its level of tenderness.
"It can hurt a little at first," she said, "but after you
get used to it, well, there's nothing else like it."
"I'm ready Dad. It's time to let me into the club. I
want you to do me exactly like you did Chloe, and I want
you to be sure to use lots and lots of lotion. Chloe said
that made all the difference."
"What are you talking about?" Mom said, throwing her
apron on the floor.
"Stay where you are Eva," Dad said, "I'll show you
what it's all about." I remained on my hands and knees as
he sat down on the bed behind me, taking hold of me,
kissing my cheeks and then touching the tip of his tongue
to a place that is never mentioned in polite conversation.
I suppose it was his way of warming me up, relaxing me
with swirling tingles and penetrating pulses of pleasure
until I surrendered enough to let his tongue squiggle
within the circumference of my tight bottom. My body shook
with the invasion, craving more, but fearing the unknown.
I wanted to submit to his every desire, whatever that may
be, and in time I was able to let the full breadth of his
tongue inside and I embraced the decadence and I wanted
more and I was ready to be taken just like Chloe had been
taken. Then my mom tried to spoil things exactly like she
always does. She stomped her foot on the floor and
screamed, "Samuel, stop it, you can't do that to our
daughter. Rachel has to go to school in the morning."
"I think she'll sleep well tonight," Dad said, and I
was sure that he was right. I was also glad that Chloe had
stayed close to us. She ran her fingers though my hair and
fondled my breasts while Dad went to work applying the
lotion in preparation for what was to come. Now this was
how life should be all the time, everyone being good to
each other, and I had to admit that Chloe was right; there
was nothing else quite like it, I mean, here I was having
barely gotten started and I was already feeling
overwhelmed by the sensations circulating through me. I
felt my dad's fingertip slide inside, and while he had
only done it a little bit the fact that it had happened
carried a significance that shocked me. I wanted to share
this moment with someone but I couldn't depend on my mom
so I looked into Chloe's eyes and saw that she understood
what I was experiencing and it that made me feel closer to
her. The lotion was working really good and my dad was
more than careful and it wasn't long before he was able to
slide the finger all the way, moving it about and really
invading me. Then, from somewhere in the back of my mind,
a memory came lurching back from that night with Mr.
Hampton; the fingernail digging and scraping at me; the
pain and the fear. I started to feel bad right when I was
supposed to be enjoying myself, but there were happy
memories since then, lots of them, and they rallied for me
like friends fighting off a bully, smashing down the past
and locking it away so I could embrace this time in my
life.
Mom waived her arms above her head, "Rachel, I didn't
bring you up to be like this, where did I go wrong?"
"You haven't done anything wrong Mom. It's just that
I'm different from you. Please try to understand and don't
get upset because I'm going through with this no matter
what you say. This is something I need to do and that's
the truth."
"You don't understand what you're getting into."
"Yes I do, and you need to start respecting my
feelings. It's my life, it's my body; it's what I want."
Mom stomped her foot on the floor again, she only does
that when she's really mad. "Samuel, come to your senses;
you can't go through with this."
Dad didn't appear to be interested in discussing
things with her, choosing instead to pay attention to me,
kneeling in back and holding me by the waist. The bulb was
resting on my anus, and then it began to slide on the
lotion, pushing where I had easily accommodated his
finger, but now struggled with something more imposing.
Chloe's dildo hadn't prepared me for this part and I knew
that I had to relax but the more I thought about it the
more difficult it was to accomplish and so I closed my
eyes and I told myself that if Chloe could do it then I
could too and then I remembered the day that had started
it all, when my dad followed me into the pool, casually
touching at first and then holding me close, and I had
accepted him there between my legs, stiff and full with
lust, pressing and rubbing and humping me on the crotch of
my bikini, and my dad had whispering that he wanted to
fuck me and it seemed like so much had happened since that
afternoon and I was like a different person now, a better
person, I believed, but what would I be like in the
future? I couldn't go on being his little girl forever;
someday the time would come to grow up. I heard my mom say
"Stop it." Behind me the pressing became more focused. I
could sense his urgency; he wasn't going to be patient
with me for much longer. He pulled me back and made a
small lunge that refused to retreat from my bottom's sassy
reluctance. I closed my eyes, clutching the bed sheet in
my fingers as the fleshy bulb passed through for the first
time. I gasped for air and I cried out.
"OOOHHHH DAAADDDY. What have we done?"
"Are you okay?"
"I think so."
"Do you think you're ready for some more?"
"I'm still getting used to it."
"I'll go easy at first. Let me know how you're
doing."
"Alright, but don't go too easy."
There is a certain type of hurt that accompanies this
type of penetration, but it isn't a bad kind, in fact, I
think I would even call it a good hurt, if there is such a
thing. I wasn't about to try and explain that to him
because it might make him back off in some sort of
chivalrous gesture and I definitely didn't want that to
happen. What I really wanted was to prove to him and to
myself that I could l this. I wanted to show that I could
do anything that Chloe could do and it was beginning to
look like I would succeed because I could feel myself
relaxing and opening up, enabling him to slide back and
forth. The movement created tremors that raced through my
rectum; it was a new feeling and I was beginning to like
it a lot and I knew that he liked it too when he said,
"Give yourself to me, I want you."
"I'm doing that Daddy, and I'll continue to do it as
long as you want, but now that I've let you have me do you
still think of me as the same girl, or do I seem
different?"
"Oh yes Rachel, you're the same, don't ever change,
you're a very good girl."
"Well if I'm so good then I deserve a reward."
"Okay, what do you want?" He sounded confused. I
imagined that he was having difficulty with rational
thoughts while his tool was tunneling into my bottom. My
dad was blinded with lust, I just knew it, and I knew that
I could ask or demand anything and he would go along with
it. It's great to have a grown man totally under your
control. "This is an order Daddy; I want you to cum inside
my butt, exactly like you did for Chloe."
"I'll do my best Rachel." He said it sort of
breathlessly, like someone trying to talk while running.
I like it when he's hot for me; it gives me a feeling
of power, although precisely how much power I actually
have is a little hard to calculate with a cock in my butt.
"That's a good Daddy; do me like you never have with any
girl before." I said that as a secret reference to my
lingering jealously over his having been with Chloe, and
at that point I must have become delirious and lost
awareness of the surroundings because the next thing I
knew my mom had walked up next to us and pushed Chloe away
from me, saying, "Samuel, I can't imagine how you think
this is going to help your daughter, but I do know that
dinner is ready so you better wrap this up and come out to
the table and eat. Have you completely forgotten that
Rachel still has to do her homework for school tomorrow?"
Actually my homework was already done and I had no clue as
to what made her think otherwise and I was just about to
tell her so when Dad said, "You'll just have to relax Eva;
this is one thing that can't be rushed." I arched my back
and hosted my bottom in the air as he slid his slippery
cock inside of my helplessly horny butt-hole. Mom's
presence didn't seem to discourage him at all, and I liked
that, and I must say that her lotion is a lubricating
miracle. All this wouldn't have been possible without it.
I'll have to save my allowance until I can afford to buy a
supply of my own.
Mom reached out to grab him but Dad extended his arm
and prevented her from getting close enough to pull us
apart. "Samuel, this has gone far enough, stop it, I won't
let you degrade our daughter for another minute." The two
of them continued to tussle with Mom trying to take hold
of me and Dad stiff-arming her away, and all the while his
cock jostled around inside me with the most unpredictable
and thrilling movements, and then Chloe stood up and
stared at my mom for a few seconds before taking hold of
her and pulling her away from us, dragging her back by the
door, slapping her across the face and slamming her into
the wall with surprising force. "Shut up," Chloe said, and
she sounded very sure of herself too. My mom was shocked.
"Chloe, you can't talk to me like that. Go to your room
right this minute." Chloe's hand flew across Mom's face
again, SMACK. "Mrs. Moran, I told you to shut up." Mom's
head snapped to the side, she appeared bewildered. "Ouch,
Chloe, what's gotten into you?" I couldn't believe that
Chloe was slapping my mom around and I also had no idea
that she could be so strong as to actually intimidate a
grown woman. My mom gazed toward the ceiling as if hoping
to rise above the indignity, and then she attempted to
step away but Chloe grabbed the front of her shirt and
pulled it apart, popping off the buttons and exposing her
bra. Mom panicked, trying to cover herself and push away
Chloe's hands but it only took a few seconds before Chloe
had pulled the bra down, tucking it underneath my mom's
breasts, exposing and humiliating her.
"You're in a lot of trouble Chloe," Mom aid. "There
will be no dinner for you tonight. You can just go to your
room and think about the way you've behaved."
SMACK. Chloe slapped my mom again, making her cheek
glow red. "One more word Mrs. Moran and you'll be the one
in trouble." It turned me on to witness Chloe abusing my
mom; I don't know why except that it felt like I was being
redeemed from a lifetime of her belittling parental
comments. My mom was finally getting her comeuppance and
more. Chloe put her hand under my mom's skirt and pulled
it up. They struggled against the wall, and then I heard
the sound of tearing fabric and a moment later Chloe's
hand came out, throwing Mom's ripped pantie onto the
bedroom floor, an act that elicited yet another round of
protests. "Stop it Chloe, this is not like you at all,
stop it now before you go too far." The black leather
harness strapped around Chloe's waist and legs made her
look authoritative as she pinned my mom against the wall,
pushing the mature woman's feet apart until her legs were
spread wide open. My mom looked over Chloe's shoulder at
Dad and me, appearing flustered, but at the same time
there was a certain spark in her eyes that suggested she
was feeling something else as well.
"Chloe, you mustn't," Mom said in a softer tone that
for her seemed oddly submissive.
"What did I tell you Mrs. Moran?"
"You can't tell me anything Chloe, I'm the adult."
"We'll see about that," Chloe said.
"CHLOEEEEEEE, NOOOOOOOO," my mom wailed. Chloe was
standing between her thighs, pinning her against the wall,
telling her to be quiet, and then Chloe slipped the dildo
under my mom's skirt. Watching the spectacle had made my
dad become exceedingly stiff inside me, but I give him
credit for maintaining his gentleness and control. His
slow, commanding strokes increased my confidence so I
lifted my ass and opened my anus for him just as my mother
rose up on her tip-toes, looking around the room as if
searching for some way to escape. Chloe's ass cheeks
dimpled with a crotch thrust, propelling the dildo behind
my mom's skirt. "AAAAAHHHHH, CHLOEEE, OOOOHHHH,
AIIEEEEEE." Chloe's hips arched forward and back in a
manner that I found to be enticing, moving in a way that I
would normally associate with a man, a role that she now
played with an expertise that I found astonishing. It's
amazing what a girl can do with a strap-on dildo. Chloe
held my mom against the wall, taking the older woman as
her own, subduing and humping her, plunging the phallus
between her legs. There was nothing my mom could do to
stop what was happening.
"You like that, don't you Mrs. Moran."
"Ooohhh Chloe, I, yes," my mom said, in a sultry
sounding whimper.
"Look Dad, Chloe's doing it to Mom."
"It's about time somebody did," he said while
massaging my back. His attention had returned to me and I
didn't want to squander the opportunity of having him
exactly where I wanted so I made an official request that
he hold himself still so I could play with him and squeeze
him with the muscles in my sensitive little ass. Once I
stopped talking and actually did it I knew that he was
pleased because he moaned and trembled and it felt like I
had made him grow even more too. "I don't know how to
describe the way you make me feel, Rachel."
"That's okay. I have a pretty good idea."
"I appreciate everything you're doing."
"Does that mean you'd like a repeat performance
sometime?"
"Let me put it this way; I'm going to make sure that
we never run out of your mother's lotion."
"That's so funny; I was going to say the same thing."
By this time Chloe had really gone to work. She was
driving the dildo beneath her skirt with powerful hip-
jabs. My mom's body jerked and her hair hung disheveled
around Chloe's shoulders as she moaned, "Ohhh Chloooeeee
you are so bad." My mom clawed at Chloe's back, rotating
her crotch as a greeting for each stroke of the dildo,
obviously succumbing to the feelings that she had been
denying for many years, giving herself up, surrendering,
and taking orders from the young girl who she had once
bossed around. "You have a big, sloppy cunt Mrs. Moran,"
Chloe said as if she was the master of my mom.
"You shouldn't talk like that Chloe; boys won't
respect a girl with a dirty mouth."
"Oh really, then let's see what kind of respect I get
for this." Chloe stepped back and the dildo came out from
under my mom's skirt. Mom acted surprised by the sudden
disconnection and began the process to regain her
composure but then Chloe grabbed her by the arm, jerking
her away from the wall and down to the carpet. My mom
stumbled onto her hands and knees, her cow-like tits
flopping down as Chloe lifted the back of her skirt to
expose a plump ass and a hairy pussy. From that point on
Chloe was in control of my mom in much the same way as she
had been in control of me a few minutes ago. First she
pushed down on the back of my mom's shoulders until her
face was touching the carpet, and then she got into
position from behind, kneeling and mounting her from the
backside, holding her hips and pushing it in, doing it to
her just like she had done to me, although I did think
that I was getting the better deal at the present time.
Chloe's humping was wild, she made my mom's knees skid on
the carpet and her boobs swing below her like water
balloons.
"You belong on your hands and knees," Chloe said as
she worked the artificial pecker into my mom's huge cunt,
giving it to her as good as any guy could. "You're a nasty
little girl, aren't you Mrs. Moran, you're a little girl
who wants a cock."
"You're just a young girl Chloe, and I know you've
been through a lot, but there are still many things you
don't know."
The situation was getting to the point of being a bit
much even for me. I wondered if Chloe had taken her role
too seriously. I mean, seeing my mom on her hands and
knees and watching Chloe dominating her had become a
little disturbing. I had never thought of my mom as a
sexual person before now, but perhaps we did have more in
common than I had previously believed. "Don't worry,"
Chloe said to my mom, "I'm not done with you just yet, you
see, I may not know everything, but I've got a good idea
as to what's wrong with you. I think I know what kind of
girl is hiding behind all the high-minded talk that we're
always hearing from you. Denying it won't help, and
talking about my promiscuous tendencies while concealing
your own dirty secrets isn't going to help you either. You
need to face the truth Mrs. Moran, take an honest look at
yourself and admit that deep down in your heart you are a
horny little slut. Now tell me, am I wrong?" My mom
remained silent for a couple minutes, obediently
maintaining the doggy posture on the floor as Chloe glided
the dildo into her drooling cunt. "You're right Chloe, I
am what you say. I've been that way since I was a
teenager, a girl just like you. That was when I let my
father take me for the first time. After that I let him
again and again. He trained me well and I liked it, I
encourage him, I wanted whatever he wanted, and most of
all I wanted his cock inside me all the time."
"I bet it's been a long time since you've cum, hasn't
it Mrs. Moran."
"I really can't remember."
"Are you sure about that?"
Mom turned her head away from us, looking pitiful
with her hair in a mess and with her boobs stretching
toward the floor. My normally head-strong mother had
surrendered to a dildo wielding girl less than half her
age, and it was kind of strange, but my mom appeared to
have resigned herself to that fate, acting as if this was
her preordained station in life. "Tell us the truth Mrs.
Moran, tell us about the last time you had an orgasm with
a man." I thought that Chloe's question was a good one,
maybe too good because my dad flinched when he heard it.
Could it be that he was afraid of the answer?
"Alright Chloe, I do remember, it was a long time
ago. To be exact it was the night of our senior prom. My
boyfriend dropped me off at home after the dance and when
I entered the house I found that my dad was waiting up for
me. I guess my formal white gown caught his eye that night
because he stood up and said I was the prettiest girl in
the world and right away he led me back to my bedroom and
started squeezing my beasts and lifting up my prom dress.
He didn't even bother to undress me, he just pulled my
pantie to the side and fingered me and kissed me and then
he tore off my pantie and pushed me down on the bed,
spreading my legs and looking at my pussy while he took
off his pants. I can still see him in my mind, standing
there, stroking it and staring at me. He was filled with
stamina that night and he did it to me for a long time and
after a while the phone rang and he made me answer it
while he was still inside me. The caller turned out to be
my prom date and he only wanted to talk about how much fun
we had and that he hoped to take me out again sometime. I
felt so guilty. I hadn't let my boyfriend so much as feel
me up when we were in the car outside. You'd think that
after buying me a corsage I would have found it in my
heart to at least give him that much. What would he think
if he could see me now? After we ended the call my dad got
busy and worked me over real good. He kept saying I was
beautiful as he drilled me, the weight of him crushing the
corsage against my breast, and then he came in me and made
a mess, and when he was done with me he got up and went
out of my bedroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts and
the silence and the cum stain on my prom dress, a stain
that I never had cleaned. That was the last time that I
had an orgasm Chloe. Shortly after that my mother found
out about what we were doing and took me away. I didn't
see him again until after I got married.
"Daddy makes me cum too Mom, you're not going to try
and take me away, are you?"
"No, I won't repeat the mistake that was done to me,
but do be careful Rachel. You're playing with something
dangerous; you could lose yourself."
Chloe humped her harder. "I know how to make you cum
again, Mrs. Moran." My mom smiled, "It's good of you to
offer Chloe, but I'm afraid it's too late, that part of me
has died. I've lost the ability."
"No you haven't, and for right now I want you to stop
calling me Chloe."
"But that's your name."
"Call me Daddy."
"Oh no, I couldn't do that, it would be
inappropriate."
Chloe grabbed my mom by the hips and pulled her
backward until the dildo was submerged all the way. "Pay
attention young lady," Chloe said, "You stayed out late
with your prom date but I waited up for you, and I must
say that you are very attractive in your formal dress. Did
your boyfriend say that you looked beautiful?" My mom
rotated her backside against the dildo. "No Daddy, he
didn't say it but I could see it in his eyes and that was
enough for me." Chloe smiled, "You are beautiful tonight
Eva, and I like how the dress brings an emphasis to your
figure. The sight of you is all that it takes to make the
feeling come over me. I'm tired of waiting, I want you,
and I'm taking you to bed." Eva's face turned red and she
drooled on the carpet. "Oh Daddy, you're making me feel
that way again, I can't help it." Chloe hips slapped her
bottom with each penetration of the dildo. "I like it when
we're alone in your room," Chloe said, "I like having you
within reach, I like to touch my little girl. Your breasts
and pussy feel good. I want you so much, I can think of
nothing but you, there is no other way Eva, give yourself
up; give yourself to me one more time." My mom stared
across the bedroom to where a small picture of Grandma and
Grandpa hung on the wall. She closed her eyes as if she
was making a wish, whimpering too softly to be understood,
but I imagined that she was having one final conversation
with her father, the one I suspected she'd been thinking
about all these years.
A little time passed and then my mom looked back over
her shoulder and said, "I want it Daddy, I want just as
much as you do."
The spectacle of my mom and Chloe had aroused me in a
way that I couldn't have predicted, and I'm sure that it
was having the same effect on my dad as well, or to be
perfectly blunt about it, I could feel the full length of
him extending bone hard all the way inside my ass, moving
back and forth in a way that was both gentle and
commanding, and I couldn't help wanting to have him all
for myself but I knew that I had to share with Chloe which
is okay, I guess, because learning to accept the
imperfections in life is all a part of growing up. I also
wondered what would happen now that Mom had confessed
about her own father. Perhaps Dad would try something on
her similar to what Chloe was doing. It would be worth a
try if there was a chance that it might put some fire back
into their marriage, but I don't think that was what
either of them had on their minds right now. Mom collapsed
on the floor and Chloe followed her down, lying over her
back, gripping her shoulders, humping and pounding her
pussy with the dildo. My mom's body lurched on the carpet.
Chloe was giving it to her so seriously that my mom had
become disoriented, digging her fingers into the carpet,
repeatedly calling out for her father and most certainly
forgetting that I was up here on the bed with Dad. I
couldn't pull my eyes away from what was happening on the
floor. Chloe looked so imposing, ruling over my mom,
leveraging her strength to force the dildo deep inside her
cunt, doing it to her just like a guy would. Chloe's
cheeks pinched together with each submersion of the dildo.
My mom wailed, "Oh Daddy, I want you inside me always." I
was stunned. Honestly, it's like I knew that I had said
things like that before, but I never imagined that my mom
would.
Chloe pinched my mom's ear lobe between her front
teeth, "You wanted cock since way back when you were a
little girl."
"You made me this way Daddy, this is what you wanted,
you taught me to be a slut and now I can't help it," Mom
said.
"That's how I like you Eva, I want you to be a horny
little girl, that way I can play with you and have fun
with you, I can be close to you and see you and smell you
and feel you and I can put my cock into you're pretty
pussy while you still belong to me."
"Ooohhh yes Daddy, play with me more, I like it."
"Sure, I'll play with you Eva, and I'll give you a
present too. How would you like for me to give you an
orgasm?"
"I don't know if I can."
"Sure you can, just believe in yourself."
"I'll try Daddy, but I need your help, I think you
know what to do." My mom lifted her hips off the carpet,
giving Chloe just enough space to reach around her waist.
"Daddy, oh Daddy, that's it, yes, aaaahhh, rub my clitty,
that's good daddy, you know how make me feel good,
AAAARRRGGGHHH."
"That's a good girl Eva, fuck you daddy and he'll
make you cum."
"Yes Daddy, keep doing it, rub me right there, don't
stop, oooohhhh Daddy, aaaahhhh, more Daddy more,
AAARRRGGGHHH." My mom kicked her feet on the carpet,
trembling, moaning, spreading her legs wide open to take
in all of Chloe's dildo, and after a while she quieted
down and simply lay there, having abandoned herself in the
delirious aftermath of intense emotional release, and it
was during that brief interlude that I saw a twinkle
appear in her eyes, a flicker that made her seem more like
a cheerful girl than an disappointed wife and I hoped that
spark would continue to shine in her life because despite
all of our differences I still wanted her to be happy. All
was quiet and still for a moment, and then I heard my
dad's voice which brought my mind back to the bed where I
was still on my hands and knees, fully impaled by him.
"Rachel darling," he said, "would you like to cum like
your mother just did?"
"Yes I would Daddy, I like to cum."
"Well let's see what I can do about that."
"Wait, are you going to cum too? Do you remember your
promise?"
"Broken promises lead to broken hearts," he said,
"and I won't let that happen to you."
"I'm glad. I want to feel you cum exactly like you
did for Chloe."
There is a certain exhilaration that comes when you
do something that is life changing, crossing a threshold
and venturing off with the knowledge that there will be no
turning back, and so it was when my dad gently pushed his
cock all the way into my rectum with the intention of
making both of us cum. It was so amazing to have him
there. I craved the feeling of being desired and possessed
and taken and I rejoiced in the simple fact that I was a
girl. My heart pounded when his fingers found my pussy. He
was treating me so good, as if this was our very first
time and he was desperate to make a good impression. He
spread my pussy lips, fingering me and then moving on to
that place where all my energy was emanating, and oh my
goodness; the things a single fingertip can do to a girl's
clitoris.
"I feel good Daddy, thank you."
"You're welcome, but pay attention; the best is still
ahead."
All the careful attention that he was devoting to my
love button began to pay dividends. The generalized joy of
intercourse was now being overlaid with a more specific
pleasure that radiated outward from between my legs.
Signals shot back and forth between my crotch and my
brain, rolling pulses passed under my skin, shudders
crawled through my bones. "Ummmm, it feels so good." There
was a hunger inside of me. A fingertip circled around my
magic pearl, caressing and fondling the nub until I went
insane, and then I slammed my ass backward against his
cock, and I repeated the gesture so many times that I lost
count. Now I was doing him as much as he was doing me.
"You fuck me Daddy. Oh, DADDDYYY, you make me cum, I like
it, OOOOHHHH my goodness Daddy, I want you to cum too."
"Rachel, I will do everything you want. You deserve
to have a satisfying experience."
"I do deserve it, and now I'm going to help you cum
inside me."
"That's very considerate of you."
"I'm going to squeeze you inside of me. You are under
my control; you are helpless under my power."
"Rachel, that's not necessary, you..., AAAAAHHHHH."
He flinched when I pressed my cheeks together,
holding him like a hot dog in a bun, and while this was
not a behavior that a father would normally anticipate
from his teenage daughter, it never the less did provide
something special that I expected would soon push him off
the precipice of self-control, and guess what; I was
right. He leaned over my back, clutching me around my
torso, his body shaking and twitching, my name rolling off
his lips as we fell onto the bed with his erection driving
all the way into me, pulsating, pumping, unleashing spurts
of semen that flowed inside me where his cock had so
perfectly penetrated my tight little ass. I like the feel
of a good cock during an orgasm, I like the way it jumps
about in celebration, almost like it's a separate being,
cheering us on, a bridge between us, and I could tell that
he had cum a lot and I was proud to have brought him to
that point of pleasure, but in that instant my thinking
also changed and I knew that I would never feel the need
to do it this way again. I guess it was a case of having
to prove myself and show that I could do anything that
Chloe could do and now that I had accomplished the goal I
could move on, I mean, it was definitely wonderful, but I
just feel like that part of my body really isn't equipped
to handle this kind of extreme activity on a regular
basis; that's what my pussy is there for. I also knew that
other people who didn't know me would think I was sick or
that I was some kind of pitiful person who would never
recover from being victimized by her father, but I didn't
see it like that; this was just one phase in the
progression of my life and I was grateful for every
experience along the way; my life is what I am, I'm
growing and moving forward; I have plans, I'm going to be
somebody and make a difference in peoples' lives, I'm
going to live and love to the fullest extent; I want to
solve mysteries. He hugged me as our heartbeats slowed
down to normal, and then he whispered "thank you" in my
ear, making me feel appreciated, and deep down in my heart
I knew that this affair was far from over, but I didn't
know where we would go from here; the two of us
desperately needing each other in a world that would never
understand.
* * *
We were way off schedule but Mom had kept our dinner
covered and warm in the oven so after we had cleaned up
there was still a good meal for us to enjoy together. When
we were done eating Dad brought out both of the boxes from
the bedroom and had me open mine right there at the dinner
table in front of everyone and to my delight I found that
he had given me a pink dildo just like the one Chloe had
used for my seduction, and believe me, that would have
been enough but he had also bought vibrators for both of
us. This was so great because for now on I would have
something to keep me busy when he went to visit Chloe
after bedtime, and besides, I had something clever planned
for him too; one of these nights when he went to Chloe's
room for yet another less than secret late night
rendezvous he just might be surprised to find me already
in there with her, and then he'd have to make up his mind
whether to wait his turn or take on the two of us
together. I held the dildo up beside my face as if I was
posing for a photograph.
"Thanks Dad, I bet we're the only girls at school
who've been given presents like this."
"I know a girl who has a dildo," Chloe said.
"Who is it?"
"You have to keep it a secret."
"I will, I promise."
"It's Evelyn."
"Really, I never would have guessed. Evelyn is such a
sweetheart. How did you find out?"
"For some reason that I don't understand Evelyn
trusts me. Perhaps our kind have an instinct, like we can
recognize each other something, I don't know, but one day
she just came out and told me. She said her dad had given
it to her and after that things had progressed kind of
rapidly between them."
"Do you mean that Evelyn and her dad are, you know,
sort of like us?"
"They were like us before we were like us."
"I've always had a high opinion of Evelyn."
"Me too," Chloe said.
"Seems like everyone got a present except me," Mom
said, looking at the boxes on the table and sulking to the
point where my dad was forced to pay attention. "I had no
idea that you'd want something like that," Dad replied.
"I'll go shopping tomorrow and get some toys just for
you." Mom looked down and folded the napkin on her lap,
appearing contrite. "I'd like that," she said, fidgeting
in her seat and glancing around the room, appearing
embarrassed. Oh well, looks like Dad has three little
girls to take care of now.
* * *
Chloe and I became friends like never before. We were
like biological sisters in some respects, and in other
ways our relationship was difficult to pin down with
words. She became a source of comfort for me, especially
during the dark times when I lost my grip and felt bad for
no reason at all; I wasn't alone as long as I had Chloe. I
had someone who understood that I wasn't all bad. I knew
this because I could see it in her eyes, beautiful eyes
that are like the sun rising above the mountains, holding
a promise of good things to come. I don't know what I
would have done without her, she was like a gift that I
wasn't expecting and didn't deserve. She's a part of me
now, taking her away would tear me in half; life without
her would be empty, cold, nothing; I'd rather die. We did
everything together, we talked ourselves to sleep, if one
of us had to go somewhere then the other one tagged along,
and that's exactly the way it was one evening after dinner
when I saw Chloe take a knife from a kitchen drawer. She
wrapped it in a towel and put it inside her purse. It was
the biggest knife in the house, the one we use for carving
the Thanksgiving turkey. She told Mom and Dad that she was
going to take a walk and then she headed outside without
saying anything to me which was completely odd because she
always told me everything whether I needed to know about
it or not. I followed her out to the end of the driveway
where she stopped before crossing the street, turning to
face me.
"I have to do this alone," she said.
"Do what?"
"You'll hear about it later."
Being put off made me suspicious. Something was going
on. "I just want to know where you're going, and why did
you put a knife in your purse?"
"It doesn't concern you."
"Try me; I'll let you know if I'm concerned."
It was nighttime but I could see enough to tell she
was in bad shape, even worse than that night when her mom
had thrown her away. It shocked me because I hadn't seen
this coming. I thought that I knew her as well as I knew
myself, but I was wrong; Chloe had secrets, she was
carrying things inside of her that I didn't know about,
but I wanted to know because now it was my turn to help, I
had to know because I'm too close to her to not know, a
cut on Chloe is a cut on me; we bleed together. "I can't
forget." Chloe said, "He's always with me in my mind. I
hate sleeping, the nightmares are so real. I want him to
suffer like I have. I have a right to get even, and I'm
going to do it; tonight."
"Alright, so you're still mad at your dad, I can
understand, but you have a new life now, forget about it
and move on."
"Rachel, I know you mean well, and I would like to
move on like you said, believe me, I've tried, but I can't
do that without a resolution; when something bad happens
there has to be either justice or revenge. In my case I'm
taking the only option I have. He's going to pay for what
he's done."
"How is he going to pay you?"
"With his life; I'm going to kill my dad."
"What? You can't do that, it's against the law, and
besides, it'll just make things worse for you, and you
also left forgiveness out of your list of options but I
don't expect you to do that, even I can't go that far.
What good can possibly come of this?"
"I'll have the satisfaction of seeing the terror in
his eyes just before I plunge the knife into his evil
heart."
"And then what? You get sent to prison. Is that that
what you want? No, you're worth more than that, and what
about me, you're my best friend, we're sisters now and
this will tear us apart; I can't stand to live without
you."
"You deserve a better friend than me."
"No I don't and I'm going with you and that's final.
We'll find some other way. We're in this together no
matter what happens."
"I don't want you to be involved."
"You can't stop me."
Chloe turned and walked away. I followed along,
trying to think of something that would change her mind.
She seemed to know where she was going, leading me down
one dark street after another, all the way to the edge of
town where a bunch of mostly old trucks were parked
outside a tavern. The sound of loud music and people
hollering filtered through the open windows. Men and women
staggered around the dance floor, groping at each other in
an abbreviated courtship that would be real enough tonight
and a matter of regret tomorrow. I paused for a moment,
feeling grateful that my dad wasn't a drunk, but that
pleasant sentiment ended when my eyes settled on a man
sitting in a corner booth; it was Hunter Hampton and he
was gulping a beer and talking to some girl who looked
like a college student. The sight of him brought up a
stream of bile that burned the back of my throat. I
understood how Chloe felt and I wouldn't be sad even a
little bit if something terrible happened to him, but I
also couldn't let something bad happen to Chloe. There had
to be a better way. I walked over to where she had
concealed herself behind his car. She pulled the knife out
of her purse and removed the towel from around the blade.
The stainless steel reflected the red neon light above us.
"Chloe, what are you going to do?"
"I haven't decided. I could go in there and slit his
throat right now or I could wait here until he comes
outside so I could hack him to pieces in front of his
girlfriend."
"But then what, the police would come and take you
away and you'd end up being the one who suffers for the
rest of her life. Doing it this way is worse for you than
it is for him."
"Any other punishments are too good for him."
"I agree, but now you have to think of what's good
for you; that's something he never did." There was a
glimmer in Chloe's eyes so I stopped talking and let her
think it through, hoping that she would follow to my
logic.
"I have to do something Rachel, what else is there?"
"Let's hit him where it hurts. What does he love?
Money of course, and he's already lost the house and the
business so you did get some justice, but now all he has
left is this new car. How about we destroy it? That'll be
fun for us and it'll ruin his date with that girl too;
we'd be doing her a favor."
Chloe looked around the parking lot. "That's a great
idea Rachel. I don't know what I ever did to be blessed
with a friend like you."
"You didn't have to do anything, you just had to be
you, and maybe there's a higher power that brought me into
your life to even things out, balancing the good against
the bad, but I need you too, we're like two people on a
seesaw; if one gets off the other crashes down."
"Or maybe I got lucky for once, I don't know, but at
least now I can see clearly." Chloe ran her finger down
the side of the knife blade. "You'll have to excuse me for
a few minutes," she said, "I've got work to do."
"How can I help?"
Chloe walked around the car and stopped by the rear
tire on the driver's side. That was when everything
started going in slow motion for me. I felt afraid like I
was fighting for my life again and there was a weird
hissing sound that got louder as I walked toward Chloe and
when I came around the side of the car I saw her stabbing
the knife into the side of the tire. Her eyes were wild as
she plunged the tip of the blade into the black rubber
several times before moving on to another tire and then
still another until all four of Hunter's tires were
punctured and deflating. It was like she was actually
stabbing him and enjoying it and I was enjoying it too and
I wanted to scream and laugh but I held it back so we
wouldn't be discovered.
"It's my turn," I said.
Music boomed out of the tavern. Chloe handed me the
knife. The car had been left unlocked which made my job
easier because tonight my contribution would be to make
long cuts all over the leather seats. The work was
satisfying, as if I was doing something worthwhile for a
change. I poked the knife through the leather seat,
imagining that I was slicing the skin on his face and
gouging out his eyes and the more I slashed the crazier I
became. I gouged at the radio and the instrument cluster
with the tip of the knife. I sawed into the arm rests and
stabbed the speakers. If I'd had enough time I would have
taken the whole car apart and left him with nothing but a
pile of nuts and bolts. I started to rip out the stuffing
that was left exposed from the cuts in the leather seats.
Chloe tapped on my back. "We better go or we'll get
caught," she said.
"I know, but I want to do more. I wish we could just
blow-up his stupid car."
Chloe's hand dove into her purse. "I still have some
matches from back when I was smoking. You could try to
light a fire but please hurry, we've been out here too
long, someone might come by and see us."
"You're a genius. It'll only take a minute, I
promise." I grabbed the matchbook as soon as she pulled
her hand out of the purse.
There was an owner's manual in the glove compartment
that provided all the paper I needed to make a little
campfire. I lit several pages and shoved them behind the
dash board. I shoved another flaming bundle under the
driver's seat and then I lit the whole booklet on fire and
left it on the back seat in the middle of all that fuzzy
stuffing and foam rubber. Smoke got in my eyes and I
started coughing. Now it really was time to leave. I got
out of the car and locked all the doors and then we ran
away so fast it was like flying and I think we ran faster
than either of us had ever run before and that's because
we were afraid and strengthened by fear and we ran through
the dark streets and red lights and down the alleys past
the barking dogs until we finally got back home where we
stopped in the driveway and leaned together for support,
our breasts heaving against each other, our hot breath
blowing on our cheeks. We held each other as our
heartbeats slowed, legs interlacing, lips touching,
tongues entwining in our mouths. Sirens from the fire
trucks pierced the night air. It was time to go back into
the house. Dad asked us were we'd gone and we told him
nowhere, just around the neighborhood, and then he looked
at us more intently than unusual, staring but not saying
anything, like he had noticed something different, but he
didn't pursue it and eventually returned to his reading.
We washed the knife and put it back its place with the
holiday silverware. I was amazed that it had survived so
well. It must be made from really hard steel. Later that
evening I went to Chloe's room to spend the night with
her. We lay in the dark speaking in whispers and we
decided to never say a word about what we had done to
anyone, even to ourselves, and we vowed to never confess
if we were interrogated and we agreed that now it was
finally over; we wouldn't let that man pollute our
thoughts ever again.
In the days that followed I did a lot of worrying.
The news showed pictures of the destroyed car and the
reporters on television talked about how the incident was
being investigated. Every phone call or knock on the door
made me think that the authorities had come to get me.
Then there was some good luck, or at least a rumor that
calmed me down a little. My mom found out that the
insurance payment for his car had been delayed. Apparently
there was some suspicion that he had arranged for the
torching of his own vehicle in order to collect the
insurance money. Everybody knew the divorce had left him
broke and jobless and living in a cheap apartment. All
that was good to hear but I was still uneasy. One day I
was walking home and saw that Officer Flanagan was
approaching in his police cruiser and I was sure that he
was coming to arrest me because he looked at me and slowed
down, but he just waved and drove by and I was so
relieved. If I ever did have to go in for questioning I
hope it would be with Officer Flanagan. At least I know
him from when he came to our school and talked to us about
staying off drugs. He seems honest and sincere and I'd
hate to have to lie to him, but he does look great and
that would help as a distraction. I like his blue uniform
and clean haircut and I bet he would like me too if we
ever had a chance to be together which will probably never
happen but at least I can dream about it. He could take me
on patrol and I'd show him around town in a way that only
people my age know about.
Worrying about getting caught was a burden, but I was
reassured to know that I wasn't in this alone; Chloe and I
were involved in equal measures, however, her mental state
after that evening was entirely different from mine; she
seemed to be at ease, peaceful and satisfied, and she was
even singing in the shower and smiling all the time and I
came to believe that she had reached a turning point in
her life and was going to be okay; she had beaten down the
demons and slammed the door shut on the past and now she
was looking forward to a life that would be good and I
just kind of understood how she felt and that lifted me up
which was fortunate because we had vowed to never speak of
it again, and I guess we had also become kind of self-
absorbed with our own peculiar issues because we really
weren't aware of how much we had changed over the summer,
but Chloe's friend Evelyn did notice and she said that we
walked down the hallways at school with a swagger and
maybe she was right because we were only in the tenth
grade and the senior girls were stepping out of our way
when we came by, and what was even weirder was the way the
guys were noticing us, the types of guys who would
normally only go after the really popular girls were all
of a sudden staring at us and trying to talk to us
whenever they had a chance.
Shortly after we started school my dad began
encouraging me to take a boyfriend, saying that he didn't
want us to end up like Mom and Grandpa and that I had to
learn how to recognize and maintain appropriate
relationships with guys my own age. I knew he meant well
but that idea didn't have any appeal for me at the moment,
however, I did play around some just to make him happy,
but not very much though, you see, I may be odd but I
prefer a man for a lover, but only the right one of
course; a guy who has been seasoned with experience, a guy
who instinctively knows when to be strong and when to be
gentle and when to let me go wild and when to take control
and give it to me, and I also like the look of a man with
a sprinkling of grey hair around his temples, just like my
dad, and I definitely don't want to become the girl at
school who gets used by novice guys for practice; that's
what cheerleaders are for. Anyway, in spite of all that
there was one boy at school who did manage to tug on my
heart. I had known him since we were kids and we
frequently saw each other at school but I don't think that
he had the slightest idea as to the kind of impact he was
having on me, and I'm sure he didn't suspect that I had
begun to like him in a way that was far more complicated
than just us being friends. Davey is physically smaller
than most of the other tenth grade boys and he isn't
especially athletic but that doesn't matter to me because
he's as smart as a person can be and he works hard at
school and he's honest he has good intentions and those
are the qualities that I admire, however, being brainy
doesn't score him very high on the social scale around
this place so he gets picked-on a lot by the guys and
ignored by the girls which makes me mad because back in
junior high I was treated that way too and I know that it
hurts. Davey is sincere and polite and a little old
fashioned, he even holds the door open for me when we walk
into the school library. Sometimes I sit with him and
study but he doesn't talk very much, he mostly just
glances at me and smiles and maybe says something about
one of his classes. I just feel like I'm melting when I'm
around him and I guess I felt sorry for him and I wanted
to protect him and I wanted him to know that he was a good
guy and that he had a right to feel some pride and self-
respect, and so one afternoon I decided that Chloe and I
would take a route past where he lives as we walked home
from school. The plan was to intercept him in a way that
would look accidental. This would be my chance to really
get his attention in a place where we could be alone and
where he would hopefully feel comfortable enough to open
up to me. Chloe and I worked out the strategy and tactics
in meticulous detail, but the day to take action arrived
with bad luck; Davey left school ahead of us by several
minutes which was unusual for him and I thought that I had
missed my opportunity and I felt sad and I didn't know if
I would ever find the courage to try this again but Chloe
wouldn't let me quit and she insisted that we at least try
to catch up with him so we hurried along the sidewalk and
nearly knocked over a slow walking old couple who were
using canes. We ran through a vacant lot, jumping over a
culvert, dodging between trees, ducking beneath branches,
slipping and almost falling on wet leaves, and when we
came out to the sidewalk on other side there he was, a
half block away in front of his house. I stood there
unable to speak or think or remember what I'd planned to
say. Davey turned to walk up the driveway. The seconds
passed. I felt sick as my chance slipped away, and then
Chloe punched my shoulder, and the pain broke through, and
that jolted me into action.
"Hey Davey, wait up," I yelled. He turned and looked
at us, appearing surprised and maybe even nervous as I ran
up to him.
"Uh, hi Rachel, how are you?"
"Great, I just wanted to talk to you for a minute. Is
that okay?
"Sure, what do you want to talk about?"
"Just some stuff. Is there somewhere we can go that
would be a little more private?"
"Ummm, I guess we could go up to our garage."
"Okay, let's go." I winked at Chloe who understood
from our plan that she should hang around and keep watch
for me somewhere away from the house. I followed Davey up
the driveway to the midpoint of garage where he turned
around to face me. This spot was alright but we were still
visible from the street so I guided him deeper inside to
the very back between a tool bench and the front of the
car. Here we were out of view from anyone walking by. He
held a backpack crammed with books against his chest which
I took away from him and set on the garage floor. Then I
positioned myself so that he was politely trapped between
me and the car. He looked surprised and his eyes couldn't
hide that he was analyzing and calculating the meaning of
everything I was doing and saying, but this wasn't a math
problem, or a science experiment, it was a situation
requiring social skills, and in this setting I was the one
with the advantage and the responsibility to bring this
encounter to a successful conclusion; it had to be good
for him or I would just go home and die.
"We never get a chance to talk in private while we're
at school Davey, that's why I wanted to catch up with you
now. Is that okay?"
He looked at the door that led into the house and I
was afraid that he wanted to leave or that maybe he was
expecting someone to come through the door, but then he
said, "Aren't you standing a little close?"
"Don't worry about it. We've been friends for a long
time. I like you, that's all. Do you want me move back?"
His eyes glowed like marbles reflecting sunlight.
"Oh no, I didn't mean that. I never expected to hear
you say what you just did." Davey began to tremble when I
touched my fingers behind his ear. He was cute in this
vulnerable state, and while it did give me a sense for his
humanity, it was also a source of worry because I had to
make him to feel comfortable or else he might want to get
away from me. This was my responsibility; I had caused his
jitters and I would have to be the cure.
"Why wouldn't you expect me to say that I like you?
Do you think I'm like all the other girls?"
"No, I'd never think that, you're way different. I
guess I thought you wouldn't ever have a reason to pay
attention to me."
"I hope you find this to be good news Davey because
I've been paying a lot of attention you and I like what I
see. You're smart, and you're a good guy, and I think
you'll be a great man someday."
"I hope so. I'm really interested in microbiology."
There he went thinking about something other than me.
I knew this wouldn't be easy and there wasn't any time to
spare so I simply had to get down to business but that
wasn't easy to do because his eyes were absorbing me and I
wanted to keep this moment with him forever and then I
accidentally leaned forward and bumped us together and I
realized that his feelings had progressed from awkwardness
to something more personal. "Davey, is there anything else
that you'd like to tell me about besides your career
plan?" He put his hands in his pockets and pulled them out
empty, he looked at the tools on the wall and then back at
me and I think he recognized that this was a moment of
some importance for him, it was a time when could take
that first step as a man, it was a time when he could
either prove himself or shrink away. I knew it was going
to be difficult for him and I honestly wanted to help but
this was the part that he would have to do for himself, so
I waited, looking into his eyes, hoping in silence that he
would find the resolve to come out with it, and then he
did. "I really like you too, Rachel, a lot, I think about
your all the time and I'm glad you came over here today
and I hope this isn't a dream." This time he gotten it
right and it had poured out of him without any stuttering
and I was so proud of him. For most people those simple
words would have flowed off the lips as easily as saying
hello, but I knew that in Davey's case it had taken guts,
it was a heartfelt expression from someone who had learned
to expect rejection; he had taken a chance on me and
risked being hurt and now it was my turn to reward his
good behavior.
"It means so much for me to hear you say that Davey.
I think we've been feeling this for a while now without
realizing what it was, but now we know so we can't hide it
from each other anymore. It's a dream come true for both
of us. Now, I want to do something for you; I'm going to
take a moment and thank you for being who you are, and I'm
going to show you just how special you are to me."
I knew from the moment our lips touched that I was
Davey's first kiss, except perhaps for his mom or a cousin
or something like that, but I didn't care if he was
inexperienced because it was like he had been saved for me
and I liked him and he like me and I could teach him
everything he would ever need to know about a girl
beginning right now. I slid my tongue between his lips,
silently instructing him in the ways of oral exchange and
introducing him to joy of being together with a girl and I
was gratified by the way he responded, sending his own
tongue right back at me, hesitantly at first but then
becoming more courageous, boldly exploring all the way to
the top of my throat. I leaned forward and used the full
length of my body to press him against the car, and here
was a pleasant surprise; Davey was already showing a
distinct appreciation for me in the form of a noticeable
knob jutting from inside the front of his pants. This was
turning out to be so good; I just had to rub myself on
that tempting mound, discretely of course.
Davey looked around the garage and said, "What, ah,
oh Rachel, Uuhhh, OHHHH."
At first I think he may not have believed that it was
actually happening, and I knew better than to expect him
to know what to do. Nobody had reached out and touched him
in such a way before; nobody else had treated him with
such explicit intent. I rubbed him where the boys and the
men have so much in common, and I imagined that the
feelings he was having could easily become overwhelming so
due diligence on my part was going to be a necessity. He
looked down and watched as my hand moved along his thigh
and over the zipper to where he was extending out excited
and stiff. I rubbed my fingers along on the denim jeans,
over his young-guy cock. Davey would be safe under my
care. I would be his guide as he made the passage from
naïve boy to experienced lover, the kind of companion that
any girl would want, and I could see in his eyes that he
was ready to begin the journey.
Davey squirmed against the car, "Uumm, Rachel, I
never thought that you... I mean, do you want me to do
something? I don't know what to say. Do you think we
should go somewhere else?"
"It's okay Davey, this isn't a quiz; you don't have
to do anything, just lean back and relax. I'm going to
prove how much I like you."
One thing I admire in the young guys is the way that
they immediately spring to attention, it's like they're
built for speed; they're made with this instant-on feature
that enables them to get completely hard in only a few
seconds. Older guys present more of a challenge, they take
some cajoling, but once grown men do get hard they have
more control which is definitely something to be
commended. You have to watch out for the boy with a boner,
he might blow his wad all over you at any moment with no
warning at all and that can be messy because a load of cum
might end up on your shirt, or on your pants, or even
stuck in your hair.
"I'm impressed with how big you are Davey. Does that
mean you like hanging out with me after school?"
"Oh god yes Rachel, you're amazing. I like hanging
around with you anytime you want. I can't believe this is
happening."
"You can believe it Davey. I'm for real and I'm going
to show you how much I appreciate having you for a
friend."
I made up my mind to take good care of Davey,
building him up where other people tore him down, giving
him confidence and strength, making him feel glad to be a
guy. I released his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling
him into the autumn air. His boner was beautiful and it
was pointing at me and I was crazy for him and I had
nothing but the highest opinion of him. Davey was going to
be my guy from now on and that was all that mattered and I
was really impressed with his level of rigidity, I mean,
he was stiff as a baseball bat. "Davey, I want you to know
that I would only consider doing this for a guy who I
thought was truly special. Being with you makes me feel
good about who I am and that'll get you where you want to
go with me." His eyes widened as I slid my fingers over
his cock. "Aaahhh Rachel, you are amazing."
"That's what I hear."
"I don't know how to thank you or even how to be your
friend. I just know that I want to be with you. I need
your help Rachel."
"You probably know more than you realize, but I can
help with the rest. You belong to me now Davey. I'm going
to give you what lots of guys want, but very few get to
have."
"I'd say you've already given me a lot."
"Just wait, the best is yet to come."
Davey squirmed against the car hood, looking over his
shoulder at the door to the house and then back at me, his
mouth dropped open as I released the button on my jeans
and pulled down the zipper, and it would have been
wonderful to have been inside his mind, listening to his
thoughts when I showed him the front of my simple white
pantie; he was blushing so much that I wouldn't have been
surprised if he had popped a blood vessel. I took his hand
and steered it over the front of my pantie and then down
between my legs. His fingers began to move where the
pantie had become soaked with my juice, and I liked the
way that he touched me so a few moments later I took his
hand and guided it under the waistband of my pantie, past
my pubic mound to where my wet pussy lips waited with
swollen anticipation.
"I'm a girl Davey. I hope you like it because this is
who I am; this is the way I want to be when I'm with you."
"I'm glad you're a girl Rachel, but what happened to
your hair?"
"Oh, do you mean down there?" Rachel looked at where
his wrist was concealed inside her pantie. "Ha ha, I have
enough trouble taking care of the hair on my head so I
shaved off everything else. I hope you like me that way."
She leaned in, cheek to cheek, whispering in his ear, "Now
you know what happens when a girl truly likes a guy. You
made my pussy all wet Davey. Do you like it? Do you enjoy
feeling me up?"
"I do Rachel, but no girl ever talked to me like this
before so I'm kind of speechless."
"Just be yourself Davey, that's what brought me to
you in the first place. The whole point right now is that
you feel good. I want to be your first more than anything
else in the world. Would you do me a favor? I'd like it if
you would move your fingers around a little. I want you to
feel me and see me and hear me and smell me and know that
I'm a girl and you're a guy and we haven't been friends
this long for nothing; we belong together." He was shy at
first with his soft little hand stuck inside my pantie and
with his fumbling fingers searching between my thighs,
exploring my pussy lips, and it was of no concern to me
that Davey didn't know what he was doing because he was my
guy and it felt wonderful no matter what he did and I
think he must have had some kind of male instinct or
something because one of his fingers maneuvered and found
the opening and then he just slid it right in and moved it
around and I could feel his breath on the side of my face
and I was so happy just be with him and it seemed like one
of the few times that I'd been happy in my entire life.
Then I became scared. What if Davey found out about
everything else I had done? Would he think I was terrible?
Would he turn his back and never want to have anything to
do with me? Would he stop liking me? I didn't know how to
resolve my concerns because I could never tell him, I was
sworn to secrecy and I'm the type of girl who can keep her
mouth shut when it comes to a secret. I would have to be
strong on this one and know that I had made certain
choices in my life and I was the one would have to live
with the consequences, but I did believe that Davey and I
had something unique and that if he ever did find out he
would understand.
"You make me feel good Davey. Now it's time for me to
return the favor, but first I have one small test for
you."
"What kind of test?"
"Let's call it a compatibility test."
"I never had one of those."
"I have faith in you so don't worry."
I took hold of his forearm just above where it
extended into my pantie and slowly pulled his hand out
from between my legs, and believe me I hated to do it
because what he was doing inside me with that finger
really did feel good and I would have cum all over his
hand if there was more time but that would have to wait. I
kept my hold on his wrist and lifted his hand between us.
His fingers were shiny and wet and I lowered my head and
held my nose next to his middle finger and inhaled my own
scent, and then I held that same middle finger beneath
Davey's nose and watched as he took in my fragrance. His
chest expanded like he was about to outgrow his shirt and
his nostrils flared and his eyes burned into me but he
didn't turn away, he just kept inhaling and staring at me
with teenage lust.
"This is personal Davey. I've got to know. Do you
think we're compatible?"
"Rachel, yes we are in every way. I don't believe
this is happening even though I know that it is. I never
thought you would... I don't understand my owner feelings,
it's like my head is going to explode."
I wondered if it was mean to put him through all
that, but I had to get it out of the way because I'm
insecure and need reassurance, it's my weakness and I
can't help it. Thankfully he came through like a man and
proved this wasn't a game for him. He had accepted me on
this fundamental level and that gave me the confidence I
needed to move forward without worry or shame. There was
nothing else I could ask.
"Davey, I'm happy to say that you have passed the
test with a perfect score."
"I'm so relieved," he said with a smile.
Then I decided to turn up the heat in our
relationship. I put my lips over his finger, the same
finger that had been inside me, and I sucked and licked as
if it was a piece of candy, coating my tongue and lips
with my own juice. I don't know what gave me the idea to
do that but I was sure it had planted some ideas in his
head that would benefit me at some time in the future when
he was in the mood. His eyes told me as much. Then he
tilted my head back and surprised me with a kiss. His
tongue wagged in my mouth like a serpent. I thought I
would be able to maintain control over him but he was more
adept at it this time and I discovered myself as the one
being taken and used for his satisfaction and deep down
that was exactly what I wanted; I just hadn't expected
that he would progress so fast. Davey was learning and
that was good and I wished with all my heart that I could
bring him home and spend the night with him but that
wasn't going to be possible. The kiss made me feel desired
and pursued and I liked that coming from Davey, but at the
same time I had the intuition that time was running out so
I had better get this job done before my luck was all used
up. His cock had been exposed to the afternoon air for
several minutes but he had stayed erect the whole time. My
fingers wrapped around him, squeezing and stroking to
maintain his passion, but I knew that I had to be careful
because this guy was young man and he had a lot of built
up horniness and he was capable of going off with no
warning at any given moment, and if that happened he'd be
embarrassed and I'd have to go home with nothing to show
for my effort other than a stain on my shirt.
"Davey, I want you to know that you are a terrific
guy, smart and considerate and manly too, I mean, you
really are big down there and I'm impressed with the level
of self-control that you've shown. I'm afraid that I can't
resist you for even one minute more."
His hand slapped against the car. "Aaahhh, oh Rachel,
what are you doing?"
I wish I could have seen the expression on his face
when I first cupped my lips over his pinkish rod, but I
was content to hear the sound of his boyish huffing as I
put my tongue to work on his tool, bobbing my head over
the shaft, pushing my mouth down until the tip of his cock
perched upon the top of my throat. I was sure that he
liked that because he kept saying my name and petting my
hair in the most adoring way. This was fun. I wanted to do
so much more with him but I had to be realistic; we were
in his garage and Chloe was out on the sidewalk and this
wasn't a totally private place so I had to hasten things
toward a conclusion by giving him the kind of sucking that
would produce the desired result in a minimum of time.
"Now Davey, when you're ready to let go I want you do your
best to give me some advance notice, I need to know so I
can be ready. I'm going to allow you to cum in my mouth.
Would you like to do that?"
"Sure Rachel, anything you say, I mean, that would be
great."
I moved my head up and down, my lips clinging to
Davey's rigid penis, my hand cradling his balls. I sucked
with all my strength and for fun I even hummed the school
anthem in a way that would send vibrations into his flesh.
It was all about him. Everything I did was in the hope of
giving my guy that extra thrill, propelling him toward the
best part of his day and maybe even his whole life. He
squirmed against the car as I swirled my tongue around his
cock, taking all of him into my mouth, massaging him with
the top of my throat. I wished we had more time, there was
so much that I wanted to do with him. However, there was
also a chance that someone would see us and I didn't want
to be responsible for getting Davey into trouble so I
carried on in a way that would lead this affair to a
successful conclusion in the shortest possible time. I
immersed myself in my work, thinking only of what I was
able to control, sucking, licking, and fondling my guy. A
few minutes later the sound of his voice provided the
first evidence that my labor was producing results. "Okay,
I'm getting close, AAAAHHHH, OOOOHHHH," he said while
taking hold of the hair behind my ears. It's hard to smile
with a cock in your mouth but I think I managed to do it.
I was so appreciative that he had listened to me. My lips
formed an air-tight seal over his cock just before a
potent burst of semen flooded the inside my mouth, and
then things started happening fast. Davey clutched my hair
and pulled my head forward, implanting the tip of his cock
well beyond my tonsils, and then another pulsation sent a
second volley of spunk shooting out of him but this time
he injected the seed directly into my gullet. Additional
rapid-fire releases sent streams of sperm flowing down my
throat and into my tummy and it was yummy and normally it
would have hurt to be grabbed by the hair but right now I
loved it and I intended to let Davey stay in my throat for
as long as he wanted or until his balls were drained or
until I couldn't hold my breath any longer, whichever came
first. Several more pulsations plastered my throat with
the remainder of his emission and then it was over nearly
as quickly as it had begun and I imagined it as like
getting swept away by a tsunami, tossed about in the waves
and then being returned safely to the shore. When I rose
up I was gasping for air. I was proud of my achievement
with Davey and I knew that I had given him something that
would change his life and I hoped that my life would be
changed too. He had to be feeling better after ejaculating
all that stuff, I mean, there was so much of it that I
felt like I had taken several gulps from a milk shake, and
believe me, I wasn't satisfied to leave it there. During
all the excitement I had creamed my pantie and now I was
ready to let my new boyfriend pull down my jeans and bend
me over the car, taking me and mounting me from behind
right here in the garage, but I'm also practical and I
knew that spending more time out here would put us in
danger of being caught in the act by some adult, and that
could be the end of our relationship and I didn't want
that because we had so many good thing ahead for us. Our
first coupling would have to wait for another time. Oh
well, fortunately for me there was a way to take care of a
problem like this back at home. I licked the reminder of
his discharge from my lips and swallowed, and then I
noticed that Davey was standing up straighter than he ever
had before, shoulders back, like a soldier, confidant and
proud.
"Thank you Davey, that was great."
"I'm the one who should be thanking you," he said. "I
didn't even know what I was doing."
"You learned fast Davey, I'm impressed. But more
importantly you treated me in a way that was commanding
and respectful at the same time. You proved that you cared
about what I was feeling. That means a lot to me. You're a
better man that some other people I know with far more
experience."
"But I feel like I'm not good enough for you Rachel.
You're smart and beautiful and I'm nothing."
I heard a new tone in Davey's voice. The man inside
of him was beginning to emerge even as he struggled
against the old insecurities. Of course, it was the man
who I wanted to know much better, but at the same time I
had this compulsion to stay in control and manipulate
things exactly how I wanted. "Listen Davey, don't worry
about it, believe me, I look up to you, but listen, just
because we did this doesn't mean you should get all
possessive or something. I don't want you to become a
pest, you know, constantly calling me or riding your bike
up and down in front of my house, stuff like that."
"I understand," he said, looking a little
demoralized. I bent over and licked him clean and then I
tucked him back into his shorts, zipping up his pants and
fastening his belt. He volunteered to zip up my pants as
well which made me think that we would function well as a
team. "But on the other hand Davey, I meant what I said, I
really like you a lot, so we will be getting together
again soon, and believe me, what I showed you today is
only the beginning, and I do want you to call me
sometimes, how about once every day guaranteed. Would you
do that for me?"
"That would be great," Davey said, smiling and then
turning serious when a woman's voice boomed from behind
the door that led to the house.
"Davey, is that you? Are you home from school?"
"That's my mom," he said, looking nervous. Davey
picked up the backpack from the garage floor and slung it
over his shoulder and I followed his lead with the
assumption that he knew best how to handle his mother and
maintain appearances. The door opened and his mother
walked out and looked at us. She was tall and she acted
like she owned the place which I suppose she did, but she
also seemed to be at a loss for words. I think that she
probably never expected to find her son out here with a
girl. "Davey, you're late coming home from school, I was
worried. What are you doing out here in the garage?"
"We were just talking. This is my friend Rachel."
"I'm glad to meet you Rachel," she said with
unblinking eyes. Her face was business-like and offered no
clue as to how she felt about me being here.
"I'm glad to meet you too," I said with a pounding
heart and wobbly knees. A fear gripped me like a vise;
what if my pant weren't zipped up all the way or what if
some of Davey's cum had stuck to my clothes? I didn't dare
look to find out so I started talking. "Davey and I have a
few classes together and sometimes we study in the
library. This afternoon I decided to walk by here on my
way home. I guess I'm the reason Davey's late, I'm sorry."
I tried to avoid telling a lie even if it was by way of
not telling the whole truth. I hope that someday I can
live in a world where I won't have to lie about things
that don't matter, however, this did matter and at this
moment I was willing to do anything that would get his mom
on my side. Now all I could do was to wait for her
judgment. A lot will flash through a mind as it develops a
first impression of someone and that's exactly what
Davey's mom was formulating as she looked at me for what
was only a few seconds but which seemed to drag on forever
before she smiled and said that Davey really wasn't that
late and I didn't need to apologize and she tended to
worry too much. She had accepted me, for now anyway, but
she really didn't know me yet and I wasn't sure if it
would ever be possible for her to understand and
appreciate the kind of girl that I am, but I think I like
her, I can see Davey in her eyes and I can see that she
loves him and I wonder if I'll be able care for him that
much or if she would want me to and if I did would she
think it was a good thing or would she see me as a
competitor? I guess the future is always uncertain. I just
hope that something good will grow out of this. It was a
kind of strange though, to be in a garage having a
conversation with Davey's mom while the taste of his cum
still clung to my throat. I don't think she suspected
anything and in fact she seemed rather pleased to have
found the two of us together. We stayed out there in the
garage and talked about stuff until there was nothing else
to say so I shrugged my shoulder said it was probably time
for me to go so we said our goodbyes and as I walked down
the driveway I couldn't help but eavesdrop on a little
more of the conversation between Davey and his mom.
"Rachel seems like interesting girl Davey. Why didn't
you ask her inside the house?"
"Mom, leave me alone, maybe she'll come again
sometime."
Davey was right about that.
The End