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 Lo & Behold by Diola Dragontail

   Chapter 6: Sunday Morning

   It was a nice, calm conversation.  Just the pirate, Santa Claus, Ms. 
September of 1977, and himself enjoying a small meal of pancakes and mashed
potatos.  The potatos even had little specks of skin in them, just like mom
use to make them.

   They had been discussing the current state of semi-conductor pricing in
the global market.  Except for when the green and blue parrot on the
pirate's shoulder interrupted.  It kept squawking something about
philosophy and psychiatry.  It was kind of annoying, but luckily he kind of
went in and out.  One moment he was babbling like a sugar addled
pre-schooler, then the next moment he was just gone.

   The pirate was a new addition, he wasn't sure who invited him, but he
just turned up one day.  Santa Claus was more of a rotating position,
sometimes the Easter Bunny took his place, or the clerk at the 7-11...

   Ms.  September, on the other hand was a regular attendee.  She always
tended to point out the worst things.  This time was no exception either.
Now she was suggesting that he might want to double check his figures on
the Fowler account.

   She wasn't real specific about what she thought was wrong.  More of a
general everything was wrong sort of comment.  Not real helpful or
constructive, just inflammatory.

   He could feel his pulse start to race now, blood rushing to his head,
the start of a headache almost.  Anxiety was setting in quickly.  The whole
spreadsheet must be wrong.  His paniced mind already started to calculate
the number of days it would take to repair it.

   Mike's eyes bolted open and immediately fixed on the digital clock on
the bedside table.  5:42 blazed in glowing red across its face, prompting
the blood to pound even harder in his head.

   If he hurried, he could get into work early and take one last look at
that spreadsheet before the presentation.  At the very least he could be
prepared if it was a total cock up.

   He sat up in bed and stretched, but tried to keep from disturbing Sarah.
She still had an hour or two of sleep she could enjoy.  But even with his
best intentions, she still stirred a bit.

   "Whuzz... sro jilry..." Indecipherable words slipped out of her lips,
making absolutely no sense.  She turned over, words in recognizable English
finally coming out of her.  "Come back to bed."

   There was no time to reply to her, her words were immediately followed
by the sound of snoring.  She was out again, which was just as well.

   He walked naked to the bathroom and closed the door behind him before
turning the light on.  He stared at himself, bleary eyed, in the mirror and
took a deep breath.  He knew he had to calm his mind down, if he let it
rage the way it was, he'd have a massive headache before long.

   He remembered Ms.  September again, she turned up in his dreams a lot
and after all these years she'd become pretty familiar.  Her persona
changed, but her clothing never did, always that same white negligee.  She
could be a teacher or a police woman, a temptress or an innocent, a trouble
maker or a friend, but she'd always show up in her lingerie.

   He chuckled to himself as he remembered the first time he saw her.  His
father's old girly magazine he found hidden in the garage.  The centerfold
burnt into his mind permanently.

   He smiled into the mirror at the thought then shook his head a bit,
dislodging the random thoughts and sending them skittering out of his head.
He had more important things to think about this morning.

   He turned on the cold water facet and cupped some of the water into his
hands.  After a second's pause to brace himself, he splashed the icy water
across his face.  The shock of the water forced his thoughts to collect.

   "Damn it." He muttered to himself as recollection hit him.  It was
Sunday, not Monday.

   He rolled his eyes at his own mistake and let out a long, pained exhale.
Well, at least there was a positive to all of this.  He could go into the
office at his leisure, look over the numbers, and really be ready for
tomorrow.

   He flicked off the light and opened the bathroom door.  There was a
brief, incoherent grumble from somewhere buried under the quilt, which he
envied quite a bit.  He figured there was no sense in trying to go back to
sleep now.

   He stood in the doorway of the bathroom and rubbed his eyes,
contemplating what to do.  Then he remembered Angela.

   They hadn't really talked about what had happened yesterday.  This might
be a good time to do that.  Maybe go out for some breakfast afterwards,
just her and him.  It sounded like as good a plan as any.

   He recounted the events of the day before as he took a side step into
the closet.  Images quickly flashed across his now wide awake mind.  Angela
undressing in front of him.  Feeling her skin close against him.  Watching
Sarah giving Ben his first blowjob in the kitchen.

   He glanced down at himself and saw his own hard on staring back up at
him.  He took a deep breath and cleared his mind, trying to wish his blood
back into the rest of his body.  But that wasn't to be, his shaft just kept
staring right back up at him.

   Giving up, he reached for a pair of jogging pants and pulled them on. 
Deciding that the bulge might be a bit too much too, he pulled his robe off
the hanger and pulled that on as well.  Finally he felt satisfactorily
presentable to his young daughter.

   He walked to the bedroom door as quietly, but he didn't think that was
necessary.  The low sound of Sarah's snoring more than masked his
movements.

   He stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him.  Then walked
down the hallway to the door of his youngest daughter's bedroom.  He rapped
lightly on the thin wood and then whispered, "Angela?"

   No response.  He opened the door slightly and stuck his head into the
darkness within.

   "Angela?" He asked again, raising his voice slightly above a whisper
now.

   Still no response.  He slipped silently into the darkness and walked
across the small room, reaching down to touch her bed.  He started to say
her name again, but stopped in surprise.

   His hand found the bed empty.  He stepped back towards the door quickly
and turned the bedroom light on.  To his horror he saw that his hand was
correct.  The bed was empty.  His mind raced at the implications of this.

   Had what they've done sent her running away?  Was she out on the street
somewhere?  When did she leave?  How long had she been gone?

   The questions screamed in his mind, not an answer for a single one, but
each question only brought more questions to his mind.  More questions only
caused his already stressed mind to rage even further.

   He turned the light off and backed back into the hallway, glancing up
and down the hall.  He wasn't sure which way to turn or even what to do. 
He felt the situation quickly spiraling out of his control and becoming a
monster larger than his mind could comprehend.

   He leaned against the hallway wall for a moment, trying to recover
rational thought.  He decided that she had to still be in the house.  He
couldn't comprehend that she would be anywhere else.

   He looked towards his own bedroom door but felt ashamed of that.  He
couldn't tell Sarah about this yet.  He had to make sense of this before he
woke her up.

   He looked to the bathroom door, but the door was open and the room dark.
She couldn't be in there.

   His eyes fell on his son's door.  He walked to the door and knocked
lightly once, but hardly paused before he reached for the doorknob.  He
opened the door and stuck his head inside.

   "Ben?" He asked into the darkness, half expecting to find an empty room
here too.

   There was a groan and then a muffled questioning reply, "Dad?"

   Suddenly Mike didn't know what to say.  He couldn't ask his son if he
had seen Angela.  He couldn't just turn on the light and look himself.  So
instead he just pretended like nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

   "Just doing my rounds." His mind stumbled the words to his lips. 
"Everything okay in here?"

   "Yes." Ben was still half awake and fairly confused.  He couldn't
remember the last time his Dad had `made the rounds.' He wasn't even sure
if he had ever.

   "Okay.  Go back to sleep." During the conversation, Mike's eyes had
grown accustomed enough to the darkness that he was able to peer through it
enough to see that there was no sign of Angela.

   He did his best to preserve his calm as he pulled his head out of the
doorway and closed the door behind him.  He walked down the hall to the
family bathroom and checked inside quickly, but found it empty and quiet.

   He paused for a second and thought through the morning.  Maybe Angela
had snuck into his bed while he was in the bathroom the first time.  Safely
sleeping with her mother and he didn't even notice.

   He realized how unlikely that sounded, but it was still entirely
possible.  And wouldn't really be all that surprising with what went on in
that same bed yesterday afternoon.  He backed up out of the bathroom and
walked back down the hallway again.  Peering into the bedroom he saw that
it was also still and quiet, unless you counted Sarah's snoring.

   Now he was really starting to get worried.

   He descended the stairs as quickly as he could, while still trying to
remain calm.  If he was just overreacting he didn't want to wake the whole
house and freak everyone out.  He felt that this was a crisis he brought
on, that he had to deal with himself if he could.

   Reaching the bottom of the stairs he looked down the hallway to the
kitchen.  The backdoor in plain sight and still obviously closed and
locked. He ducked into the living room first, fully expecting to find the
television on and Angel curled up on the couch.

   His heart sank at the disappointment of finding the living room also
empty, quiet, and apparently undisturbed.  He checked the front door and
found that to be closed and locked.  His rapidly falling heart raised
slightly at this.

   Angela didn't have a front door key of her own.  If she had decided to
leave the house, the door surely would have still been unlocked.  It wasn't
much of a hope to cling to, but at the moment he was willing to take
whatever he could.

   Heading back towards the kitchen he saw the milk carton sitting on the
kitchen table, in the middle of a small pool of condensation.  Someone had
been here, and most likely it had been Angela.

   His eyes glanced to the basement door, Cat's room was downstairs, and
with it, the last possible place he could think of looking.  He opened the
door and headed down the basement stairs, all the while trying to keep his
mind rational and calm.

   At the bottom of the stairs he stood in front of Cat's door and held his
panic in check as he knocked on the door.  He wanted to remain calm for the
moment.  To make sure that he followed things through logically.  Freaking
out wouldn't solve anything and would probably just make matters worse.

   He could see his hand shake as he reached to the door.  But he still
remained calm.  He knocked lightly and heard no response.  He waited what
seemed like forever before he knocked again.

   All was quiet on the other side of the door, both Angela and Cat were
still sleeping very soundly.  The first knock woke Cat immediately; she was
always a light sleeper.  Her first instinct was to complain and yell for
the interruption to go away.

   But things were different this morning.  She wasn't in bed alone.  And
it took a moment for her mind to register why.  And a second moment for her
to remember what had happened only a few hours ago.

   There was another knock at the door now, more insistent sounding.  She
watched the door but still couldn't decide what to do.  Now her instinct
was to just stay quiet and maybe the visitor would go away.

   Somehow she knew that wasn't going to happen.

   Mike could feel his calm resolve slipping.  If she wasn't here, then he
wasn't sure where else to look.  He took a deep breath and tried to steel
his mind for the worst, still desperately clinging to a glimmer of hope.

   He reached down for the doorknob and turned it, pushing the door open
slowly.

   As Cat watched the door, she was horrified to see the doorknob start to
turn.  Instincts took completely over and she closed her eyes, deciding
that it was best to just pretend to still be asleep.

   Mike stuck his head into his eldest daughter's room, but was unable to
announce himself this time.  He found his voice missing, choked off by the
urge to unload his pent up anxiety in a moan of relief.

   He could see the outline of his eldest daughter in the dim light of the
room.  And right next to her he could see the smaller outline of his
youngest daughter.

   He couldn't help but exhale in delight as waves of relief passed through
his body.  To be so close to something so horrible and then find it to turn
out okay, well, he felt like screaming out in celebration, even if no one
would understand why he was so happy.

   Cat kept her eyes closed as she heard what sounded like a relieved
groan. She knew it had come from her father, but she couldn't quite fathom
what might have caused it.  By now she had expected to be trying to form an
excuse for what she and Angela had been doing.

   Mike propped himself up against the doorframe, with the release of the
emotions, he felt drained and unable to stand on his own.  All of his worst
fears had faded, leaving nothing in their place at the moment.  It made him
feel hollow, but a good sort of hollow.

   Cat stirred slightly in bed, but she knew she had to be careful.  Too
much movement and she'd give herself away.  Too little and he wouldn't
notice at all.

   She rolled over onto her back, turning away from Angela, but not towards
her father either.  Just over onto her back and as she did this, she let
her foot slip out from under the sheet.  Dropping off the edge of the
mattress, just so it would dangle in plain view of her father.

   Mike jumped slightly when his daughter moved, for a moment he thought
she was waking up.  That thought passed when she didn't move any further.
He thought about just backing out of the room and letting it all go, but he
couldn't help himself but stay.

   Through her barely open eyes, Cat could see the way her father's face
changed.  She recognized the look of lust, coupled with fear and
temptation. It was one of the things she most liked to see in those she
toyed with.  She decided to up the ante slightly, see what her father might
do.

   Mike watched as Cat's foot dangled off the edge of the bed, twitching
slightly.  Something near her foot caught his eye, making his gaze drop to
the floor.  A pink dildo was laying there on the floor, next to the edge of
the bed and in easy reach.

   For a moment, his mind raced over the significance of this object. 
Parental urges leaping in first, wanting to wake Cat up and ask her where
she got such a thing.  The thought of his daughter....  using such an
object.

   Cat was surprised when she saw the brief moment of annoyance flash
across her father's face.  It was the expression she expected to see when
he first looked into the room.  When he hadn't, she assumed that they had
gone beyond that situation.  But for a moment, the doubt flashed in her
mind.

   Mike glanced up at the sleeping form of his daughter, his mind still
gripped with the thought of the toy.  The idea of her using it, while
initially repugnant, suddenly crystallized in his mind in vivid,
imaginative detail.

   Cat's momentary fear subsided as she saw her father's expression change.
When he licked his lips, she was sure she knew what he was thinking now.

   Mike's mind raced with the images of his daughter laying on her bed, her
body sheened with sweat.  The pink toy just barely peeking out of her.  He
wanted to be the one holding that toy, moving it in and out of her. 
Helping her reach her release.  Seeing her body thrash on the bed.

   Cat decided it was time to move now, nothing too abrupt, she didn't want
to scare him away.  But she also didn't want to spend all morning playing
this cat and mouse game.

   Mike gasped in surprise, shocked out of his imagination when Cat moved.
He stood stock still, watching as her arm lifted, then fell back to the
bed, next to her head.  His eyes locked on the bed and just stared.

   Cat had picked her movement to just shift the sheet enough so that she
could give her father a nice long look at her chest.  She was quite proud
of her growing chest and thought he'd be particularly appreciative of it,
but she could tell not all was as she expected.  She could sense that he
wasn't looking where she wanted him to.

   Mike's eyes had passed beyond Cat, fixated on his youngest daughter. 
The images of Cat and her toy still fresh in his mind, but now they took on
a new hue.  Unlike before, there wasn't just one image that sat in his
mind. Instead numerous ones flashed by, his two daughters, the toy.

   Angela using it on Cat.  Cat using it on Angela.  Cat explaining what it
was.  Angela licking it after it had been in Cat.  Angela easing it up into
Cat's ass.  Him sitting nearby, telling Angela how to use it on Cat.

   Mike blinked and swallowed hard, his hand instinctively reaching for his
cock and starting to rub it.  It was already aching in his jogging pants
and begging for attention.

   Cat watched her father with a mixture of annoyance and excitement.  She
enjoyed seeing him so caught up in his own wants that he was barely aware
of what he was doing.  On the other hand, she wanted his attention to be on
her and not on her sister.

   She stretched her back slightly, trying to make sure her movements were
slow and fluid.  Like what she thought movements should look like while one
was still asleep.  She turned slowly, onto her side, facing her father,
intending to block Angela from his view, while also exposing more of
herself to him.

   Mike's hand froze while still clutching himself through his baggy
jogging pants.  He watched as his daughter moved, fully expecting to be
caught now and not really sure what excuse he'd give.

   All thoughts for forming en excuse faded from his mind as his eyes gazed
across his daughter's nude body.  Her small breasts, why hadn't he noticed
how much they had grown before this?  Last he remembered she had none at
all.  Her nipples dark and red, almost calling out to him to play with
them. Her smooth, flat belly, leading right down to a small patch of dark
hair.

   Cat fought the urge to let out a satisfied sigh.  She could tell that
his eyes were taking in every detail of her and the way the lump in his
pants twitched, he was enjoying it.

   Mike's eyes fixed deeper on his eldest daughter's hair.  He could see
that it was matted, wet.  He didn't give much thought to why this might be.
He just enjoyed the sight.

   Cat watched as her father pulled down his jogging pants, letting them
drop all the way to the floor.  His cock springing out at full attention.
She had seen bigger and smaller ones, fatter and thinner, but this one
intrigued her the most, by far.  Somewhere in the back of her mind she
realized that this was the instrument that helped bring her into the world.
And the thought just made her want to touch it all the more.

   Mike stepped out of his pants, moving slightly more into the bedroom. 
He walked carefully, not wanting to wake either of his daughters.  His cock
bobbing up and down as he stepped, a drip of pre-cum dropping from the tip
and landing on a pile of his daughter's under clothes that he never thought
he'd see.

   He sat down on the nearest object he could, he recognized it as one of
the old kitchen chairs, but the history of the furniture was the furthest
thing from his mind.  His hand immediately grasped his cock, starting to
stroke it wantonly as he stared at his daughter's body.

   Cat's hands twitched as she fought the urge to play with herself at the
same time.  She could feel the heat between her legs, no longer a dull
ache, but a raging inferno now.  She just shifted her feet slightly,
letting him have a better look as she watched him stroke himself furiously.

   Mike gasped as he pulled himself harder.  He could feel himself about to
cum, the heat welling up inside him.  He stopped stroking and gripped
himself tighter, holding his shaft tightly.

   He glanced around the room quickly.  He knew he was about to cum, but he
wasn't sure what to do with it.  And he only had a moment to decide.  Then
he looked back towards the bed and made up his mind.

   Cat watched her father's movements through her barely open eyes.  She
wasn't sure what he was doing.  She was sure that he was just about to cum
only a second ago, but he had stopped playing with himself.

   Mike stood up slowly, his feet more than a bit shakey, his hand still
gripping his shaft tightly.  He shuffled towards the bed on his weak legs
and stood over it for a moment as he started to stroke himself again.

   Cat could see him standing over her.  His shaft within inches of her
face.  She still wasn't sure what he was doing.  Did he know she was awake?
She wasn't sure yet.

   Mike just gazed down at his daughter for a moment more, continuing to
stroke himself, then pushed the tip of his shaft towards her mouth.  He had
decided where he wanted to empty himself.

   Her father's movements surprised her, but that didn't diminish her
interest.  She opened her lips, not fully, just slightly.  To show a
willingness to proceed.  To see what her father would do next.

   Mike held his breath as he saw just the very tip of himself pass into
his daughter's teenage mouth.  He still couldn't tell whether she was awake
or not, that this might not just be an instinctive reaction.  He pressed
himself a little harder against her mouth, not being forceful, just enough
to show his need.

   Cat opened her eyes slightly, feeling the pressure.  She let out a
small, happy moan just before she opened her mouth fully.  Yielding to the
entrance.

   Mike grunted and swallowed hard, feeling the warm entrance into Cat's
mouth.  Once again he felt his willpower being tested.  The urge to just
push himself entirely into her was intense, but he held it at bay.

   Cat could feel the tension coming off of her father, almost like waves.
She could feel the intense need burning in him, it was a feeling she'd
become accustomed to enjoying in other men.  She opened her eyes fully now,
smiling up at her father around his shaft.

   Mike gasped as he saw his daughter's willingess.  That she was awake,
that she was aware of what was happening.  He pushed himself further into
her mouth, wanting to feel her fully now.  He knew he didn't have very far
to go before he'd cum.

   Cat let her tongue trace her father's entire length as he moved into
her. Her eyes staring up at him intently, watching his face contort with
pleasure.  She could feel him start to twitch even more, and knew what was
about to happen.

   Mike felt the burning semen start to spurt out of him, spurting deep
into his daughter's mouth.  But he still wanted more.  There was still
something he wanted to see.

   To Cat's surprise, just as her father started to cum, he started to pull
out of her mouth.  She sucked a little harder, trying to keep him in place
while whimpering painful up at him.  He pulled out of her just in time to
let one last spurt loose on her face.  Splashing on her cheek and dribbling
down across her chin.

   Mike felt weak, drained as he watched his cum drip from his daughter's
face.  He could think of no words to say at this point.  A mixture of
satisfaction and shame filled him now.

   Cat just stared up at her father for a second, before a smile creeped
across her lips.  Unlike her father, she didn't feel the need for words
right now.  Instead, she just laid her head back down to the pillow and
closed her eyes, making no effort to clean her face.

   Mike blinked as he watched his daughter's casual attitude to his using
her mouth for his enjoyment.  The shame slipped out of him as he realized
that she apparently enjoyed this just as much as he did.