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The girls forget to hang up, and Mike over hears an intimate moment between them. (M-solo, ff-teens, mast, voy) *** PART 2 Monday sucked, but don't they all. Tuesday and Wednesday weren't much better. I'm still trying to get into the swing of things at my new job. Mostly it's just finding things like office supplies, and conference rooms. My company supplied me with a secretary. I may have to marry her. I would be even more lost than I am without her. I've called Sara each night when I get home. We chat about our day for a while. She gripes about her clients, I praise my secretary, she calls me an asshole for having a secretary while she's stuck having to do her own paperwork. Just general bullshitting. The conversation eventually winds down, and I realize I still had several hours to kill before bed. By Wednesday I'd had enough. "Damn, I need a hobby, or something," I said, "I need something to do." "You could try finding a woman," Sara suggested. "I don't know, maybe. I don't think I'm ready yet. When I think of dating, my mind kind of goes to Marni, and the thoughts of ex-bashing begin. Words of evil against her follow right after. That's not any fun on a date." "I had fun with you the other night." "So did I, but it's not like I can start dating you, sis," I hope that sounded like a joke, "(sigh) anyway, I still have to find something to do other than work, and go home." "I'm sure you'll find something." "Thanks, Sara," I said, trying to keep my disbelief out of my voice, "Oh, hey, something I almost forgot. When do you want to bring the girls over for movie night?" "I was thinking Friday, that way girls can stay up as long as they want. Would it be okay I we spent the night?" "Sure. You can have the guest room, the girls can use Stacy's room. This may sound funny, but I have to get her permission first. It's her room, and I allow her that privacy. If she says no, I'll tell her tough shit. I doubt that'll happen, though." "Well, aren't you just the big bad Dad," Sara said sarcastically. "The baddest, baby," I said, knowing I sounded like a dork. We chatted a while longer, and life returned to stop our conversation at her end. I couldn't tell which girl it was, they're at an age where their voices sound nearly identical. All I was certain of was that one girl did something, and the other was tattling. "Ugh, I gotta go, Mike," she said sounding tired, "please feel free to get me out of here for another night any time." "How about tomorrow? I'll see if I can find some sort of show we can go see." "That sounds awesome, but I will need a babysitter for tomorrow. The girls got it in their heads to paint the kitchen counters with peanut butter last time." "Peanut butter? Really? Well, my offer from last time still stands, hire a sitter, I'll pay." "You're on. Why is it every time you do something, I'm reminded of how stupid Marni was?" "I can't be much smarter, I married her after all. I gotta go, too. Almost Skype time with Stacy." "Tell her hi for me." "Will do." "Love you." "Love you, too, sis." We then hung up. Twenty minutes later, I was video chatting on Skype with my daughter. She had a gleam in her eye, that told me something was up. I had to be Dad, and I called her on it. "You met a girl, didn't you," I said. "Maaaaybe." Why do women, no matter what their age, always say 'maybe' like that when they mean 'yes'. "Don't be coy with me. Spill it, tell me about your lady love." Stacy then surprised me by looking off camera, "See, I told you he would be okay with it," she said to the unseen person, "C'mon, I want you to meet my Dad." "Stacy, if she's not ready yet, don't force her," I told her, "she has to do this in her own time, just like your mother and I let you." "But, Dad, I want..." "Believe me, Stac, I know. You're all excited in love, and want everyone to know. Give me a moment, let me ask your friend a couple questions, hopefully you'll see where I'm going," then I said to her off camera friend, "Sweetie, does anyone know about you, and how you feel about girls yet? Have you told you parents?" "No," could be heard very faintly in the background. "Do you think they may suspect?" "No." "You may be surprised, sweetie. Stacy's mother and I knew she was gay for years before Stacy did herself. Her mom told me when she confessed to her. She asked if I was going to bring it up with her, I said no. I knew she would tell me when she was ready. It was almost a year later, but she did." "When did you know I was gay?" Stacy asked. "I started to suspect when you were about eight years old. It was your crushes. Always a girl. If you got a crush on a boy, he always looked like a girl. Remember your Justin Bieber crush, the picture you carried was one of Ellen Page." Stacy's eyes widened in horror, "I was ten years old! Shut up!" she screamed at the camera. >From off camera, I heard laughter. "Justin Bieber and Ellen Page. Oh, my God, that's funny!" "Not you, too. I'm going to go find a nice hole to curl up in, and die." "Stacy," I said, "I can't really blame you for the confusion, they do look a lot alike. Ellen was wearing her Shadowcat costume from that X-men movie though." "I thought Justin was wearing a wig for a Halloween costume." The laughter off camera became outrageously loud. I joined in. Stacy just glared at us. When the laughter died down, and Stacy stopped glaring, I saw her perk up a bit. I then saw a hand reach down I front of the camera. The fingers brushed my daughter's cheek, and lifted her face up. Then a blond head came into view, as a pretty girl leaned in to kiss my baby. When they finished, the girl sat in the chair next to Stacy. She looked right me, and said, "Hi, my name is Mary." "Hi, Mary," I responded in kind, "my name is Mike." "Umm...," Mary started, and blushed, "could I ask you a favor?" "If it involves more embarrassing stories about Stacy, we may want to wait until later. Let her calm down some." That got me the wide eyed, angry glare again. "Uh-huh," she surprised herself with a little laugh, and grinned, "No, it... it has to do with my parents. I think my parents do suspect I'm a lesbian. I bet my mom figured it out first. My step-dad is a little dense, and not very open minded. She probably shared her suspicions with him. When they sent me to school when I was eleven, he pulled off to the side while mom was talking to a teacher. He said if he found out I was a lezbo, he'd pull me out school, bring me home, and fuck the gay out of me." "Excuse me," I said, sitting up a little straighter, "are you serious?" "I wish I was kidding. I don't like him very much, and how he looks at me when I'm home even less. Before you ask, yes, I tried to tell mom. 'Oh, he's just teasing you,' she says. The last time I tried, I asked her how often Grandpa threatened to fuck her, just kidding around. She slapped me for that. Maybe I went a little too far, but I hope I got my point across." "Have you told your dad about this?" "Well, that's where the favor comes in, I guess. I don't know who my dad is. Mom never told me. She married my step-dad when I was four. You'd think I would see him as my dad, being that young, but I don't. I was never comfortable around him. Maybe it was an early sign of my being gay. I don't know. But Stacy has told me so many stories of you and her mom, and how much love and support she's had. I kind of feel like I love you both already. I hope this doesn't weird you out, but could I call you Dad?" I was floored. This was not the conversation I was expecting to have. Is it serious, without a doubt. Is it a bother to me, not in the slightest. "I don't mind at all, Mary. Consider it a trial run though, if you don't find it fits, you can always call me Mike." "Thanks... Dad. You're right, a trial run is needed. Never had anyone to call dad before. It's weird." "My grandmother had a sampler she made for my grandfather when they got pregnant with my mother," I reminisced, "It said 'Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be Daddy'. If I find I want you to keep calling me dad, I have to earn it. Let's just see what happens, 'kay?" "Okay," she said with a big grin. The three of us spent the next hour talking about ordinary things now. Nothing of great import. How the first days of the new school year were going, what were the teachers like this year, how's the food, chit chat stuff. I asked Stacy if her cousins could use her room Friday night, and as I thought, she had no problem with that. I told the girls about work, my secretary, getting lost in the building. "Is your secretary hot?" Stacy asked. "She's a 49 year old widowed grandmother," I admonished. While what I told her is true, my secretary is actually quite hot. I'll never tell anyone this out loud, but my secretary looks closer to 35, and has a body any porn star would be proud to have. If she told me her body was available for my sexual gratification, I'd have her laid out on my desk in two seconds, and have my cock buried so far in her, she would feel it tickling the back of her belly button. Damn, I need to get laid. Not something to share with my 14 year old and her girlfriend, though. "Well, girls, I have to go. Need to spend some time finding what there is to do in this town besides eat, watch movies, eat some more, and drink." "Got a date, Dad?" asked Mary. "I guess you could say that. I'm going nuts here without anything to do, so I've been bugging your Aunt Sara to distract me." "Whoa, hold it, Dad," said Stacy, "Are you dating your sister?" "Now it's my turn to say shut up." This got the girls laughing like a couple of idiots. They started teasing me with ideas for romantic brother-sister getaways. "Okay, enough, you've had your fun. Now, I really have to go. I'll talk with you next week." "Alright, Daddy," said Stacy, "Sorry for teasing you. You know I just want you to be happy. You never were with Marni. You need to have fun, so go have it. I love you." "Bye, Dad!" "Later, Mary. I'll send you my phone number, e-mail, and Skype addresses so you can reach me if you need to." "Thank you." The girls then stepped away from the computer, but they didn't turn off the camera. Curious, I just let it run for a bit. I could only hear little snatches of conversation. Stacy's was the clearest voice. "God, my boobs hurt!" she complained, "Could you massage them for me before you go? It feels better when you do it." "Yeah, sure, we've got time before curfew. Take off your shirt and bra, I'll get the lotion." There was a moment of silence while I'm sure Stacy removed the items. "You need a bigger bra. No wonder you hurt, this thing is cutting lines into your skin!" "I know." "Why didn't you tell Dad when he was on the line?" "Mom usually takes care of this stuff, she's only a couple hours away. Dad has to fly to get here. I'll call her tomorrow, she should be able to get here after school. We'll all go shopping, and get dinner." "Yes! No school food!" The girls were then quiet for a few minutes, then I started hearing little moans of pain, followed by sighs of relief. "God, that feels so good!" "I know something that will feel better." "If you think your leaving without giving me my happy ending, you've got another thing coming, sister!" "I'd better be cumming, too!" "Oh, you will be, love. Just finish my tits first, we're almost there." I knew I should say something to let the girls know I could hear their sex play, but I just couldn't bring myself to say anything. My dick was jumping and twitching in my pants. I have never garnered a secret lust for my daughter, or any underage girls, but this was getting me hot. "Hey! You're supposed to use your hands, not your mouth!" Stacy squealed, "I didn't say stop." Fuck it, I'm jacking off. I pulled my dick out of my pants, and started pounding away like I invented masturbation. "Where's your hand going, Mary?" "Where are your panties, Stacy?" "They should be there, you should go look for them." I listened through several calls to God, directions of 'yes, right there', various mewls, and purring noises. Finally Stacy's breathing became rapid, her voice pitched up higher, and I busted my nut as my little girl came all over her girlfriend's face. When she got her breathing under control, she offered to return the favor. "69 me," said Mary, "I want to keep sucking your pussy. Your cum tastes so good." If I had stayed any longer, I probably would have had a heart attack. I wasn't going to interrupt them, so I just quietly left to go clean myself up. When I came back they were still at it. If I disconnected the call, the computer would make a noise, and they would know I heard something. I'll just have to check every now and then, see if I can spot when Mary leaves. The girls certainly gave me a hell of a signal. Their moans, and screams were muffled as they continued to suck, and lick each other through their mutual orgasms. I then heard the mattress squeak as whoever was on top at the end turned to face her lover. This was followed by the sounds of slow, wet, post-coital kissing. The mattress also continued to squeak rhythmically. I had a vision of Mary laying between Stacy's thighs, grinding her pussy mound into Stacy's, stimulating their clitorises as they come down from their orgasmic high. "God damn, baby," I heard Mary say, "Your tongue is magic. You make me cum harder than I ever thought possible." "Ooh! High praise from someone who can keep me in a constant orgasm just by touching my nipples," I heard my daughter sigh, "Speaking of which, I haven't paid any attention to yours yet." This was followed by a soft slurp, and a moan from Mary. "How are your breasts feeling? Better?" "Mmm-hmm," murmured Stacy, clearly not removing her mouth from her girlfriend's breast. Then there was a little pop sound, as she let it go, "I wish they'd let us move in together, then we wouldn't have to bother with this stupid curfew rule!" "I know, sweetie," said Mary, "Shit, I've got to run to make it back before check in." There was a scramble, the sound of belongings being gathered, and clothes being hurriedly put on. I heard more kissing, whispered declarations of love, then the door shut. I could hear footsteps thumping down the hall as Mary ran for her dorm. Now was as good a time as any to let Stacy know I was still there. "Stacy," I said, hoping her computer's volume was up loud enough. "Daddy?" "Yeah, baby. You guys kind of forgot something over here." "Oh, my God! Did you hear us?" "A little. I left to give you some privacy when things got more... intimate." "Oh, my God!" she said again, her voice getting louder as she approached her computer, "Where are you, Daddy?" "Right here," I said as I stepped into my camera's view, "Going through a growth spurt?" When I sat at my desk, and saw the screen, I saw that Stacy was still topless. I haven't seen her without a shirt on since she was eight. That was the last time she asked me to give her bath. After that, she said she was not a little girl anymore. The sight of her naked breasts certainly proved it. "Oops, forget your t-shirt, babe?" "Hunh?" and I saw her glance down, "Oh. I don't care if you see me naked, Dad." Damn, she's beautiful. I truly have a gorgeous daughter. "Okay," I said, "so, another growth spurt?" "I don't know, maybe. My boobs just started to ache a few days ago. I went to the nurse, just in case, when my bra started to get tight. She said growth spurt, too, but she also said to let her know if they really start to grow a lot, and fast. That could be a sign of something else, too many to say what exactly, but a still a sign to go see the doctor. She showed me how to massage them so they wouldn't ache so much, and gave me a lotion for my skin to prevent stretch marks." "I met Mary a few days before that, right after Mom dropped me off. We kind of became fast friends. When I told her what was going on with my boobs, she offered to help me massage them. That's how she came out to me. Like you and mom, she knew I was a lesbian. I had no idea about her, I was a little surprised, really. It was our first time." "I have to admit, Stac, that actually sounds quite beautiful." "Thanks, Dad. I think I may really love her. Yes, the sex is incredible, but we're still getting to know each other. I really like what I've seen of her so far. She is amazing." "I heard you say you wanted to move in with her." "I know what you're going to say, too soon..." "... and too young. If your school even allowed something like that, they would want parental consent. I think your Mom would give it the okay. I will flat out deny it, and make sure the school knows how I feel, and why. If she were just a friend you wanted to room with, I'd be okay, but she is your girlfriend. I have to treat this as if you were straight girl asking the same thing about a boy. You are too young to live with someone you are romantically involved with." "I think you're right, Dad. I am too young. I still want to, though." "Well, that much is okay. You can always want." "I just have to earn the right to have it." "Correct." "I love you, Daddy." "I love you, too, Stacy. Have I ever told you that you are the greatest gift anyone ever gave me?" "Yes, last week when you dropped me off at the airport, and the week before that, and before that... ad infinitum." "I have to make sure you remember." "Don't you have a date with your sister to plan?" "Right, gotta go!" I then stopped, and then realizing what she just said I glared at the camera, "Shut up. Now go put on a t-shirt, or something." We disconnected laughing. I love my baby. Continued in part 3... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 79