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 Jackie brings some concerns about Amber and Dylan's bedroom behaviors to
Frank.  He tries to dismiss their activity to harmless teen sexual
experimentation, until Jackie tells him what she found in Dylan's room.

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fiction and intended for adults who desire to read explicit sexual
material.

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   Daddy's Diary pt.  14 by DaddyOh June 2009 (no sex, preg)

   When we went home last night, Jackie and I made sure the kids were
tucked in (Dylan included), then we went to our room and showered together,
then we fucked like animals, twice.  Not only could I not get over how
incredible it was to suck Peter and have him suck me, but I was still blown
away at how much Jackie and Samantha were into it all!  Jackie couldn't
stop talking about how much she loved it.  She kept asking what it was like
for me to play with Sam's tits, how I liked seeing my wife suck another
guy's cock and so on.  I've never seen her so horny...maybe ever. 
Unfortunately, although I had no clue, the bubble was going to burst in the
morning.

   After the kids all left for school, Jackie and I stayed for one more cup
of coffee before heading off to work.  I actually had the thought that we
might do it again.  Or maybe I would just get a quick blowjob, if Jackie
was so inclined.  When she ran upstairs to get her shoes, I thought she
might come down wearing nothing but.  No such luck playing in my favor this
time.

   "Oh, Frank!" Jackie said, sounding distressed.

   "What is it, Jackie?" She paused, seeming to need to catch her breath.
"Jackie...Honey...what's the matter?"

   "Frank...we have to talk about something." I had a feeling I wasn't
going to get in to the office on time...and not because I was getting more
sexual gratification.  "The truth is that Sam and I were going to talk to
you about this yesterday, but then...well, you know how that all went." She
didn't look the least bit playful when referring to the previous day's, and
night's romps.  I just nodded my head.  "Sam and I thought Dylan and Amber
were having sex and we were going to talk to you and Pete about it." My
heart suddenly fell to my shoes.

   "What do you mean, Jackie?"

   "Sam heard the girls talking...about guys..."

   "Yea?  That can't be anything too unusual.  They've been talking about
guys for two years."

   "Not like this, Frank.  She heard them talking...about sex." I waited
for more detail as I trembled with fear inside.  "I mean, really talking
about it.  Like, they were doing things."

   "Well, what were they saying?" I had to ask, even though I wanted to run
from the house.

   "They were talking about sex games.  She heard them say something
about...blowjobs...and cumming."

   "Honey, I know it seems kind of extreme.  But I think that's just the
way kids talk these days.  I mean, we weren't exactly innocent ourselves
when we were their age."

   "I wasn't talking about blowjobs at that age!"

   "Jackie, weren't you around Dylan's age when you had sex for the first
time?"

   "I was almost two years older than her, Frank!" (I was pretty sure she
meant the first time she had fucked a guy...and that she had actually
started giving handjobs and even sucking a few guys off when she was closer
to Dylan's age.  But I thought this wasn't a good time to ask for that
clarification.)

   "Well, Honey...if they're just talking about sex, I wouldn't worry too
much about it.  I mean, look at what they see on TV and in movies now."

   "It isn't just talking," Jackie said seriously.  I waited for more. 
"Samantha found...wet spots."

   "What?  What are you talking about?" She paused to inhale deeply again
before proceeding.

   "You know, when we're...when you and I are, really going at it...like,
when you're...eating me for a long time...?"

   "Yes?" I was quite puzzled.

   "And, you know how after, we always joke about who gets to sleep on the
big wet spot that gets left behind on the sheets?"

   "Yea....ohhhhhh." I thought I had the picture.  "So...what exactly are
you saying, Jackie?"

   "Last week, Dylan stayed over at Amber's.  The next morning, Sam found
two great big wet spots in Amber's bed."

   "That's it?  That's what you're all worked up about?  Are you worried
that they're having sex with guys, or that they touched each other?"

   "Frank, I'm not just talking about a little touching experiment.  Most
all kids do that at some point.  Sam and I think they're really, having sex
together.  We know what those big wet spots look like."

   "Did you see it too?"

   "I saw the same exact thing in Dylan's bed when Amber stayed over here a
few days ago." I paused to consider my response to her.

   "So, let me make sure I understand, Jackie.  You and Sam think that
Dylan and Amber are having sex, with each other?  Like, they're a couple or
something?"

   "Well, don't you think they act like it?" I obviously knew much more
about the closeness of Dylan and Amber's relationship than Jackie.  But of
course I couldn't bring that into the mix.

   "Jackie, they're very close.  They're like sisters."

   "Sisters don't lick each other in bed!"

   "Not usually anyway." My attempt at a little joke didn't go over too
well.

   "Funny, Frank."

   "Sorry, Honey.  But, is it that you're more concerned about them
experimenting sexually with each other...or that you think they're sexually
active with guys?" Jackie looked extremely troubled.

   "It was both of those things that I was concerned about...that I wanted
to talk to you about."

   "What do you mean, it WAS those things?"

   "I mean, it was those things, until just now."

   "Why, Jackie?  What happened just now?"

   "I went upstairs to get my shoes, right?" I nodded.  "While I was up
there I remembered a necklace that I wanted to wear today.  I couldn't find
it, so I thought it might be on Dylan's dresser."

   "So?"

   "I didn't see it.  But I remembered how sometimes things fall off her
dresser into her wastebasket, then get thrown out.  So I looked there to
see if my necklace had fallen in.  And I found this." I hadn't noticed that
Jackie was holding something in her hand.  She held up the flattened box
from an early pregnancy test kit.

   "Oh, shit." My heart was already in my shoes for fear that Jackie would
find out that Pete and I had fucked our daughters.  The thought that Dylan
might be pregnant dropped it into the basement.  Who could have gotten her
pregnant?  Was it me?  Fuck!  She told me there was no chance she could get
pregnant then.  And she didn't have sex with Pete.  She only gave him a
blowjob.  I had sex with Amber, but Pete didn't with Dylan.  Who else was
she fucking?  Shit!

   "Oh shit is right," Jackie said.  "I think this is a pretty damned good
indicator that not only is or daughter having sex, but that she might be
pregnant!" I was speechless.  "Say something, will you, Frank?"

   "Umm...maybe it's for Amber?"

   "Frank!  I don't...well, I guess that's possible.  But I don't think
that makes the situation all that much better.  If they're screwing around
with each other and if either one of them might be pregnant, that's bad
enough, whether it's Dylan or Amber!"

   "I guess I can't argue with that."

   "So...what the hell are we going to do, Frank?  This is our daughter! 
And Amber's like a daughter to us too!  What do we do?" Time for Daddy
Frank to do some quick thinking.

   "Honey," I pulled her to me for a comforting hug, and to give myself a
few seconds to come up with a response, "here's what I think...before we
jump to any conclusions, let's talk to Dylan.  Can you come home from work
early?" Jackie seemed to settle down a bit.  "If you can do that, I can
too, then we'll talk to her as soon as she gets home from practice." She
pondered that suggestion.  "Really Jackie, we don't know anything for sure.
Until we talk to Dylan, it's all speculation, right?"

   "I guess you're right, Frank.  Oh Sweetie...what has our little girl
been doing?" This time she pulled me to her for the hug.  I felt genuinely
bad for her.  Somehow when I was following my libido into bed with our
daughter, I neglected to consider the possibility that I might have to
explain my actions to Jackie.  Oh well...first things first.

   "Let's talk to Dylan together.  If she calls you for anything, don't
mention this.  We'll try and find out together what she's been doing, O.K.
Honey?" I kissed her and then moved to get my briefcase.

   Even before I left the driveway I was composing a text message. 
'Dylan...I'm picking you up in front of school for lunch today.  I'll call
and tell the attendance office that you'll be leaving with me for a while.
Come out as soon as you're done with class.  Dad'

   I had no intention of going into a conversation with Jackie and Dylan
without asking my darling daughter a few questions first.

   End of part 14
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