Author: Pescador del Valle Title: FILF Part: Chapter 2 of 4 Universe: --- Summary: Father I'd Like to, well you know the rest. Keywords: Mf, rom, no-sex Language: English Copyright: 2010 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* +-----------------------------------------------------+ | Jerry STEVENS (44) : Nick (23) : Prue (17) | | Richie WAINWRIGHT(46) : Cass (21) : Shelley (17) | | Howard BECK (48) : Fiona (26) : Ange (17) | +-----------------------------------------------------+ Since we had proven we could be induced to take their younger sisters out, our older daughters felt that they need not be dateless. There was some collusion between them and Nick sat down with me one evening not long after the Prom. "Dad I need you to do me two favours please." "Is it going to cost me?" "One will be free and should be painless, the other might cost a little - how much is up to you - but it should be worth it." "For whom?" "For you, silly!" "You want a favour that I have to spend money on yet it is to my benefit. This should be interesting. Continue." "Well first of all I need you to have a word to Richie." "About what?" "About asking me out. He's nice; I sit home here, he sits home there. I think he likes me enough to enjoy himself if we went somewhere, together, but I suspect he thinks he's too old. From what I heard from Fiona, Ange didn't find him too old so I don't know why he'd think I was." Ange? Was I not alone in getting some special treatment that night? And what of Prue and Howard? "I think I can do that for you. Is there anywhere in particular you'd like to go?" She smiled. Her mother used the same smile to make me compliant. "I think I should make him work a little bit for my company, don't you? Dinner somewhere nicer than Roscoe's would be okay." "And your second request?" "I want you to ask Fiona out on a date. She thinks you're cute and funny - though I don't know why. Only, when you do, could you please arrange a different venue from where Richie ends up taking me, or at least a different night?" "When, not if?" "You like her don't you?" "Yes." "A sexy young woman wants you and you think twice! I know it's been a while Dad but you do still remember how to pedal, don't you?" "Sweetheart, I didn't fall off my bike; it was taken away from me." "Sorry Dad. I wasn't thinking." "It's alright Nick. I still miss your mother but I remember the fun times we had together and with you and Prue. I guess I have gotten a little lonely at times but I'm not sure Fiona is a replacement for her." "I don't think Fiona sees herself as a replacement for anyone, nor would she want you to. She could be appreciated for herself, don't you think? Why not at least take her out and try an evening together and see how you get on? You'll know soon enough if your ages are a problem and if they aren't and you enjoy each other's company you can do it again." I didn't think how it might affect our Saturday nights if we didn't enjoy each other's company. "And I suppose Fiona is talking to Howard about asking Cass out?" "I never said you were a dummy, Dad." --- We three men got together - though I had a quiet word to Prue first. "Gentlemen, I think we need to lay our cards on the table so none of us feel guilty or, at least, guilty in isolation." They looked at me. "Okay, I kissed Prue goodnight after the dance." "And I've no doubt Richie gave Ange just as much lip service as I gave and got from Shelley. I think those three knew exactly what they wanted from us on the night and weren't about to take no for an answer. I suggest we simply accept the fact, behave like gentlemen and refuse to kiss and tell and each hope our daughters behaved as responsibly as I'm sure we did ourselves." Oh Howard! A blush? "And on to the second item of our agenda. I'm sure you have both been encouraged to take someone out soon. Richie, Nick would appreciate it and I think I approve. I don't know how the town will react to us going out with much younger women but I suspect the other younger women won't see it as a problem though their parents might worry we are coming after their girls next. Do either of you have an objection to me asking Fiona out or, as I'm sure has been mooted, Howard asking Cass?" "How old is Cass, Rich? 20, 21?" "Twenty-one." "Hell, I'm twenty-seven years older than her. That can't be right in anyone's book." I grinned. "Howard, I'm twenty seven years older than Shelley. At least Cass is legally an adult." "I don't have to get my shotgun out do I, Jerry?" "I wouldn't get mine out if my adventures were all that happened to Prue." I enjoyed Howard's squirming. "Jerry,..." I raised my hand. "Howard, I'm just teasing you. I've spoken to Prue - don't worry, she doesn't kiss and tell either, at least to me. She had a night to remember and I suspect you were traumatised more than she was by anything that happened. She's happy and has no regrets. I don't think I'd have been as comfortable if some young buck had taken her." He nodded. "Thanks." Richie looked at us. "You spoke to Prue, Jerry!?" "Well we spoke at the dance when we were all getting the bump and grind out on the dance floor. Talking reasonably to her got reasonable responses. I wasn't prying as such nor was I critical of her activities once I got over my surprise that so many of their friends would rub up against us. She admitted later that we had all been thanked for taking them. I'm satisfied with that." Richie might have been wondering if Shelley's delayed arrival home had been due to a thank you I was eager to keep hidden, hence my willingness to forgive and forget. If so, he didn't show it. "I've been informed that Fiona enjoys mountain views so I thought I'd knock off early on Friday and take her to the Chalet for dinner while we watch the sun set over the forest and the town light up. I've been told in no uncertain terms that my daughter would prefer I not sit down at a table next to her and I think Fiona might feel the same, Howard." "When are you asking her?" "I thought at dinner this Saturday. Do you think six days notice is enough?" "It should be. If you were asking one of us it's about five too many; for the girls though?" "Yeah. I've booked already - I can cancel but Friday's and Saturday's are popular. Oh, and Roscoe's apparently doesn't make the grade for a romantic date." "Romantic?" "Okay, I added that to stir you both up." "I guess we'd better be ready to ask by the weekend as well then. I don't see much point in saying I don't want to go out when I'd enjoy a quiet dinner with attractive company - romantic or not. I know Fiona is going to make her own mind up about who she is going to date and I'd trust you to respect her and her feelings more than the morons around town." "I'm glad you didn't say 'other morons' Howard, though I wonder if we're all old fools." "Nah, Jerry. Don't you remember? We are all eligible bachelors!" Howard and I had to laugh with Richie. --- We didn't let on to any of the girls that we'd be inviting each other's older daughter out when we met at Howard's on Saturday night. I noticed Fiona looking my way soon after we got there; she blushed when I smiled at her but before I could approach her individually, Shelley got me to one side and rewarded me again for taking her to the Prom. "I see you have a bra on tonight at least." "I can lose it if you want," she offered. "No, I think that you'd best stay as you are." "I couldn't believe that I'd sat there like that with you. You're the first guy who's seen them. I just lay in bed thinking of you when I got home. Well, not just." Too much information, young lady. Next you'll be asking me whether I "just" thought of you and your milky white breasts. If she did, I'd give myself away even with a "No comment." A dishonest "No" would be just as poor at convincing her. "One more kiss please and then I'll behave until it's time to go." I sighed. I wasn't being blackmailed and could have refused but really, no-one else was kissing me and I liked it. Shelley followed the letter of the law as she had drafted it. She behaved after the kiss but while she held me in place with her hand on the back of my neck her free hand groped me gently through my pants. Of course, I reacted and not only underneath her fingers. Shelley was suddenly kissing lips that were stretched tightly over teeth pressed firmly shut. Out of the corner of my mouth came a garbled "Shelley! No!" which she understood and probably expected. She released me before I could pull her away and wrapped that arm around me so she could rest her head against my chest. "Think of me doing that and more when you look at me across the table tonight." Definitely a minx! If I hadn't been kissed by anyone else in a while, being fondled went back before my wife's death. Shelley made it very hard to go back to where the others were roaming in and out to Howard's barbecue. She deserted me for Prue and Ange so I downed a beer with Howard and resumed some semblance of calm before deciding to front my fears and speak to Fiona. "May I have a minute please, Fiona." Smirking, Cass and Nick left us alone. I barely noticed Nick moving beside Richie while Cass stood between her and Howard effectively ensuring they would have to talk through, or else to, the girls. "I won't try to pretend I don't know what you want to talk about if it's easier." "Good. It is always more reassuring if you're asking someone out to know that they won't shoot you down in flames for asking. Now I've just got to convince you that dinner with an old fart won't be as bad as it sounds." "I thought I was going with you!" I bowed. "If it is convenient and meets your approval, I've made reservations for 6:30 next Friday at the Chalet with a table overlooking the sunset and the City Lights." "Both of them?" "I thought I'd leave the porch light burning so there were three. Perhaps we will get lucky and someone will drive through town so we can have a couple more white lights and then some red ones." "Sounds nice but what time would we have to leave?" "5:45 I'm afraid if you actually want to be seated for the sunset. If that's not possible I can move dinner back and we can stop off at the lookout first." "No. That's okay. I accept and thank you, Jerry. You didn't have to you know." "I know. You ladies just made us get up off our butts. I suppose it's been too easy to just enjoy your company each week. We should have to put some extra effort in from time to time. God knows the three of you are worth it." Fiona's eyes seemed to sparkle at my appreciation of them - and in particular, her. --- We were finished the meat and salads and just leaning back - digesting, drinking and chatting until we felt there was room to fit some dessert in. Nick asked the question that started a guerrilla war we were barely aware of initially. "So Fiona, I understand you've been asked out - where are you going?" "Up to the Chalet for dinner on Friday." Ange was surprised her sister had found someone worthy of her attentions in town. She knew Fiona's view on the local men; they coincided for the most part with her own. "Who on Earth is taking you?" "Oh a rather nice guy, sexy in an understated way, good sense of humour most of the time, polite and caring." Ange laughed. "Must be either married or passing through town." Shelley, sitting roughly opposite me, noticed my reaction to Fiona's description. I'm sure I didn't go as far as blushing but perhaps I looked down at my glass and played with it while a stupid grin spread from ear to ear. Her "Erk!" went unnoticed by most of the table except for Prue. She turned to Shelley and then looked across at me. The penny dropped. "Dad!" Her voice wasn't loud; her enunciation though was clear and the disbelief was evident to all. Ange turned, expressing disbelief and perhaps horror in her eyes. "You're going out with Mr Stevens!?" "Jerry has asked me nicely so, yes." Cass looked at Ange. "And your dad has asked me out Saturday since it's our off week and Nick is going out with my dad on Sunday." The youngest three were quiet for much of the rest of the evening, picking at their dessert and leaving to talk in Ange's room while the remaining six continued to discuss the advantages of our particular dates. The one question that Shelley asked before the youngest three departed from the table was, "But what about us?" The comment that they were surely "old enough to take care of themselves" was ironic since their youth was the biggest problem they faced in trying to get us to take their advances seriously. It also didn't address her intended meaning. --- "Those bitches!" "You want to go into Fiona's room and trash all her clothes so she has nothing to wear? We'll help." Shelley brightened. "Thanks Ange but she'd probably just go naked." "I think we need to get in first," Prue decided. "We need to show them that it was more than just a kiss after taking us to the prom." "Well that's true anyway - isn't it *MICHELLE*?" "So? You'd have done the same *ANGELA*, if you'd gotten the opportunity, and had the courage." "And had the tits." "Yeah, well these puppies are nice." Shelley hefted them at Prue's comment. "So how do we go about this?" --- I was barely aware of the body beside me at first. I was tired and had had enough to drink that I didn't have any trouble getting off to sleep. Having someone next to me wasn't something recent but I'd shared a bed for so many years that I naturally spooned in behind Shelley's naked form without conscious effort. My dreams were of my wife - loved and lost. I guess my senses filled in the gaps between reality and memory and I held her to me. There was no overt sexual contact. Having placed herself at my mercy, Shelley behaved. That might not have been her original intention but laying in my arms was nicer than she'd expected and doing anything more might wake me. Waiting for more courage, or for me to start something, instead she joined me in sleep. --- There was something wrong. Your mind - and mine - cycles through deep and light sleep and is periodically alert without actually waking. I remembered the erotic fantasy for only seconds. It had been ages since a wet dream had actually ended in wetness. That was an embarrassment more for pubescent boys and perhaps girls. Being aware of something wrong doesn't make it obvious. My bedroom was a sanctuary of sorts. I listened for external sounds. The streets were quiet. No distant sirens and certainly no squealing tyres - not in this town. My next thought was my daughters. They weren't screaming and there were no muffled thuds or hints of smoke. Wendy was asleep beside me so she was okay. I was about to grab my robe and check the house anyway when I realised Wendy was five years dead. So, if not my wife...? She was Prue's size but why would Prue come into my room. If something had troubled her she would have woken me and talked it through. I turned the light on and saw Shelley's hair. Lifting the covers I had my next fear realised. I dropped them back down to conceal a delicious spine leading to a spankable butt. I reached under my sheets and was relieved to find no traces of dried sperm or matted hair. I doubted that I'd had enough to drink that I wouldn't have woken during sex but there was always that doubt. I turned the light off and crept from the room. My obvious concern was - if Shelley was here, was she the only one? The doors were secured at night so someone had to have let her in and given the proximity of the houses I knew before I opened Prue's door that her bed would be empty. The girls had placed us in an extremely difficult position. Going to the Prom had been unusual but socially acceptable. Having a young girlfriend - as in taking Fiona out - would have been cause for gossip. Having sex with a seventeen year old if we were over twenty one would in this state be cause for incarceration and a sex offender tag. Just having her naked in my bed would be prima facie evidence for the gossips in town even if the authorities felt no need to proceed. I decided a heads up was needed in the other households before I woke Shelley. I rang Howard's house and hung up after three rings. Enough to wake him without causing the rest of the house to stir out of bed. I repeated the same trick at Richie's. I could imagine both of them going "Oh shit!" right now. It might seem that I had a lot of faith in the two of them doing the right thing - especially when my own daughter was involved. I had been friends with them both for years and knew we were on the same wavelength about most things. I didn't doubt they could take advantage of the situation but knew they wouldn't be taking advantage of the girls. The age of consent laws were there to protect the innocent from unscrupulous adults, opportunistic teens, and themselves. I suspected we men were the ones in need of protection. I sat down next to Shelley after pulling my pants on beneath my robe. I shook her shoulder. "Mmm? Oh! Hi." "Shelley are you awake enough to tell me what your feelings are for me?" I guess she expected anything but that. "I like you. I like you a lot. I'd like to be with you, like this, like last night - in your arms. An awful lot of "like"! "Have I done anything you'd like to see me go to prison for?" "What? No. Never!" She went to sit up but I put my hand on her shoulder and kept her down, and covered. "Would you please tell me then why you are in my bed? You realise I would get into serious trouble if you were found here?" "But I'm almost 18! Others are doing all sorts of things and they're okay." "Nearly, not actually. As for the others, I bet the boys are 17 or 18 too. For them you only have to be 16. For me it is a different matter. I get sent to jail for anything from 5 to 20 years and if I survive that I then face being driven from one town to the next as a sex offender." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of that to happen. I thought I only had to be sixteen. Please believe me." "I do. Don't worry." "I'll tell them nothing happened." "If you do as I say that won't be necessary. It's too soon to get you home so I want you to go to Prue's room and finish the night there. I'll get some of her clothes and I want you to put them on ready for first light." "Won't people see us when it's light?" "They'll take less notice then than if they see us roaming between houses at three in the morning." "Okay." Again I had to stop her getting out of bed. "I'll get Prue's tracksuit. Wait there and get your underwear on." I was sure Prue was going to have a fit that I had been searching through her drawers for something for Shelley but she was to blame for the necessity. Anyone watching had to see Prue leaving, not Shelley. I found what I wanted and returned to my own room. "Come in," quietly greeted my knock. I guess I should have told Shelley to get back under the covers once she had bra and knickers on. Too late now and she wore much the same when swimming. "Here, put these on please and I'll see you about six." "I am sorry." I held her, kissing the top of her head. "It is a pity you aren't 18. I would have enjoyed waking up with you beside me." Shelly looked up at me, her face full of delight now. I got a brief kiss. "See you in the morning, Jerry." She gathered her own clothing and tiptoed out. I sat down only minutes before I got an SMS from Howard. "U2?" I SMSed Richie "WAIT4CALL" and rang Howard back. "Put her in Ange's room and I'll be over around dawn to set things right." "Okay - we'll have to talk though." "Agreed." I did the same with Richie and settled back into my now regrettably empty bed. There was a touch of lingering scent on the pillow Shelley had used and I swapped it with mine. By six I was exhausted. I waited until it was light and then knocked quietly on Prue's door. Shelly opened it and looked at me in my tracksuit. She seemed to have had as little sleep as me. "Leave your clothes here - Prue can return them later. And pull your hood up." "Can I say I'm sorry again?" "I think there will be ample opportunity for all three of you to consider how sorry you are. Here's Prue's runners, will they fit?" "Probably a little loose." Shelley hadn't worn footwear on her trip over here. "They'll do. Okay then, come on." We left without any attempt to hide. Prue and I were simply going over to Richie's house. I'd messaged him to warn we were on the way and I didn't need to knock. He glared at Shelley. "Go and give Prue's clothes to Ange and send her out," I instructed. "You can take her clothes back later." "If you're not grounded for life!" Shelley slid past her annoyed father. While we had a second alone we shared a grin. "Pity things are how they are. I liked having a warm body next to me." I couldn't have said that to Richie but I could acknowledge his sentiment. "Prue" and I continued to Howard's place where he too was waiting. "Swap clothes and send her out please." Howard shook his head. "Do we meet first and then talk to them?" "Do you think there is much to discuss that can't include them? It might help if they understand what we went through to decide on a punishment." "Hmm. True if we agree. What if we have different ideas?" "We can get their opinions." "I meant if we don't favour punishment." "That is as valid an option as any others." "Okay. I'll go along with that. Where?" "The Sports Ground. It should be empty until the church services are over about ten. How about we meet at 8:30?" "I won't be going back to bed and I'm sure Ange will only stew until then so it's half a punishment by itself." We heard Prue coming. "Sorry Daddy." "We'll talk but for now we're going for a jog. Come on." --- Prue's wasn't the only long face as we met at one of the picnic tables by the local Sports Ground. There were a couple of dog owners and some legitimate joggers but people turned up here for lunch, not breakfast. "Morning everyone. I guess I can't exactly say 'good' can I? I know Shelley and Prue are aware of the possible consequences of their actions. Do we need to cover them for Ange?" I looked between Richie, Howard and Ange. "Angela understands." Ange cringed at the use of her full name - and all that implied. "Have you two heard why your daughters decided to go sleepwalking?" There were some smiles at my euphemism but not everyone felt humour was appropriate. "It seems they got jealous because their big sisters got dates and they didn't." "Dates with you three," protested Shelley. "Why is that so important?" asked her father. "Because. We like you. We know how you behave towards us. We respect you." "We love you," added Prue. To say we were stunned would have been an understatement. *********************************************************