Thanks, Dad!

Thanks, Dad! Ch. 01

I didn’t know how to react when I saw my daughter’s best friend, Ella, kneeling on the bathroom sink. Her skirt lifted and caught in her teeth — her eyes focused on her own reflection. She tipped her hips and spread her pussy. A beautiful nineteen-year-old body on display. A body I was never supposed to see.

Ella’s head tilted as she examined herself in the large mirror. I took a deep breath, twisted the lock and pulled the door shut. It was an accident on her part. An innocently forgotten unlocked door triggered something carnal within me.

I gave my kids the freedom of being whoever they wanted and doing whatever they wanted. To me, Ella was my daughter’s twin sister. They interacted as though they’d shared a bond their entire lives though no shared blood flowed through them.

It stood to reason when Ella had trouble at home, she came to us. While there were many other reasons she was off-limits to me sexually, her being my responsibility was the main one.

I prepped lunch and pushed such sights from my mind — I hadn’t seen a thing. She’s my daughter’s best friend. You and your wife were granted guardianship of her I reminded myself while cutting some peppers and onions. Ella kneeling and looking at her body in the mirror snaked its way back to the forefront of my mind and I slipped, nicking my finger. I cursed under my breath as I cleaned and bandaged it.

I watched this girl grow up, another reason to push her from my mind.

My mind shifted from moving them into their dorm together — each girl kissing me on my cheek and whispering, “Thank you, Daddy!” when I gave them a credit card in case any emergency expenses cropped up — to me walking behind Ella in the bathroom and…

No, I can’t do that, she’s almost my daughter; she’s off-limits.

She came to us a few years before, crying and scared as my wife brought her inside our house. Her parents kicked her out after finding a diary entry where she expressed confusion about her attraction to people. Her parents told her one thing and she felt the pull of another direction. It was enough for her birth-givers to abandon her. I’ll never forget how my wife, Rose, looked Ella over and said, “Well, it looks like, for tonight at least, there are four girls in this household, El. Go on upstairs with Soph and she’ll give you some pajamas to wear to bed. We’ll work out details later but for now, you’re home.”

She was a scared kid trying to come to terms with the idea of being and wanting the worst things she could. At least that’s how her parents made her see it.

We didn’t make Ella go to school the next morning. Sophie was to tell her teachers to call us and we’d explain. She was also to get any classwork and homework Ella needed and bring it home after school.

My wife and I talked to Ella for hours, trying to get details and all relevant information for ensuring her safety. She told us her dad hit her when her mom told him about the diary entry she’d read. She showed us a dark bruise on her stomach and my jaw clenched.

Rose scowled when she saw it, “That son-of-a-bitch,” she shouted after having remained calm.

Ella told us they sent her to her room to get “essentials” then left her in front of a church known to take in runaways. It scared her. The man who ran it said her parents called him and he knew why she was there and offered to enroll her in a program that would “allow her parents to love her again.”

She didn’t even spend one night in their program before she ran to our house fifteen miles away.

She was a cross-country track star, so I believed her when she told us she ran straight through. Given how hard she was panting when she got to our house and how shaky her legs had been when Rose brought her inside? I believed she hadn’t stopped running until she started banging on our door at 3 AM.

Rose called Ella’s parents while I made us lunch. My wife’s face told me it wasn’t good. Rose was a strong woman, defiant and took no shit. She had tears on her cheeks and held her hand up to block her eyes from me while she tried to reason with El’s parents. I rubbed Ella’s shoulder and looked her in the eye, “Looks like you’re having a prolonged sleepover with Soph until we can sort this out.”

Her hands trembled as a sob caught in her throat. She glanced from me to Rose, “I… I don’t know how to…”

I shook my head, “You stay here. You stay safe, help Soph with her chores and we see how things go with your parents over time. Sometimes adults are dumb and have hot-headed reactions. They need a cooling-off period before they can see reason again.”

She breathed in deep and seemed to let go of some fear and tension tangling itself inside her since the night before.

My gaze fell on Rose, who was smiling again when she knelt before Ella, “Tristan and Sophie are going to stop by your parents’ house after school to pick up your things. Is there anything special you want them to bring home to you?”

I noted how Rose said your parents’ house rather than your house and how she followed it with home being right where she was. Being a parent, the context was obvious, but I hoped it went over Ella’s head. There would be no seeing reason and we had a new daughter to care for — unless we were okay with her being unsafe and on her own. Which we weren’t.

She shook her head before her eyes got big and grabbed Rose’s hand, “Wait, there’s a box under my bed. It’s pictures of me and Soph. I want those. I don’t want them to destroy them thinking… thinking it’s ’cause of Sophie. ‘Cause, it’s not, I promise.”

It hadn’t even occurred to me it could be. They were practically sisters from my perspective. A few weeks of sleepovers turned into five years, her own bed, clothes, school supplies, an allowance, chores, college tuition, a lawyer to fight her parents for guardianship of her, and expectations on what being our daughter meant.

We lost Rose to cancer part-way through Sophie and Ella’s senior year in high school. I struggled with keeping things going with four kids, but we managed and we all made sacrifices to make it work. We were family. I needed each one to understand I loved them and I respected them. More than that, though, I needed them. They were a purpose. My reason to keep going after my wife died.

My kids were comfortable talking to me and I was glad. I knew Rose and I had done our best with them. Tristan and Rachel struggled through their second year of college, but they pulled through. High school seemed to crawl by but the girls turned eighteen and graduated, each with honors.

From then on, I could only observe, guide, and help sweep away broken pieces so they could learn and work toward making better choices. Hell, if they couldn’t make mature and responsible choices at eighteen my wife and I failed them.

I trusted them because Rose was the woman who guided them into adulthood for the most part. She was an amazing mom. Even after her passing, they attempted to emulate her example. Napalm wrapped in honey, as I so often referred to her. Both Ella and Sophie developed the same fire burning within good.

So why had Ella been kneeling on a sink, door unlocked while she spread herself in front of a mirror? I’d told them before I didn’t care if they masturbated in the house. They only had to make sure the door locked and they weren’t being an inconvenience to anyone else. That was my only request.

I leaned against the kitchen counter contemplating this, a few bowls sat nearby filled with taco salads for the girls. They both came rushing in. Each grabbed their bowl and Sophie gave me a quick kiss on the cheek with a hasty, “Thanks, Dad!” before racing off.

It was a hot Saturday afternoon, but I became extra warm after Ella’s hand grazed my neck and pulled me closer to her as she pecked my cheek before uttering her own soft, “Thanks, Daddy!” before rushing after Soph.

I wasn’t hungry anymore. My stomach churned, so I brought my bowl upstairs and knocked on Rachel’s door. “Hunny, I made taco salad for lunch. I know you said you were going out but there’s one here for you, too.”

Her door opened and she had a big smile on her face, “You’re the best, Dad. Kara’s taking us to this sushi place for lunch and I’ve been gagging at the thought of having to eat seaweed but didn’t want to come out and beg you to make extra when I already said I didn’t want anything…” she kept talking as she retreated back to her computer with her bowl in hand.

Rachel was twenty-three and was home for the summer after finishing a difficult course in her last semester. She was doing a work-study on some kind of social media thing that went along with a course for her fall semester. I didn’t understand it.

Tristan was my only kid not home. He opted to do a summer course at college instead and wouldn’t be home until Thanksgiving.

I went back downstairs and sat in my big recliner to watch whatever movie the girls had on. It was a romantic comedy and I dozed off shortly after I started watching. Everything was quiet when I opened my eyes, so I went looking to see who was home and who wasn’t. There was a note on Rachel’s door which read, Dad- Thanks for lunch. Love you, will be home late, don’t wait up! R.

I smiled and moved to Soph and Ella’s room. The door was ajar and I saw Ella in her bed but didn’t see Soph. I noticed the blanket on Ella moving before Soph pushed it off them, “Ugh, it’s too hot under there, El.”

The blanket fell away from them. Ella lay naked on her bed and Sophie was in only her underwear.

I should have turned away and left them be, they were exploring things and it would be hypocritical of me to accept Ella’s sexuality and not Sophie’s. But, it was a brutal reminder they weren’t sisters. It wasn’t a big deal. It was fine.

I didn’t shut their door; I watched.

Ella lifted herself from the bed — she faced the door and Sophie had her back to me — and kissed my daughter’s mouth before she pulled away and guided my little girl onto her back.

Ella was smiling while she spoke, “I said you didn’t have to cover up.” She slid my daughter’s panties off her body and tossed them toward the laundry basket, which was not far from where I stood.

Sophie’s moaning drew my eye from her discarded panties, which were close enough to grab without them noticing — and I, shamefully, did consider grabbing them — back to where Ella’s hands grasped my daughter’s thighs and held them spread open. Sophie’s sex-soaked panties held the wicked scent of a young woman’s desire. The aroma drifted over to me and I put my hand against whatever was solid in front of me as my gaze fell upon Ella’s position.

I could imagine her petite mouth and fingers teasing my daughter’s eager body. Ella’s tongue and lips lapped and sucked on my daughter’s wet vulva, bringing horrible images to my sex-starved mind.

I closed my eyes for a moment. Would Sophie taste like Rose?

This wasn’t happening — yet, I licked my lips.

I had to still be downstairs in my recliner, dreaming about this. It’s no wonder after seeing El in the bathroom. I must be hearing them talking to each other while the movie played. Maybe it was more Romantic than Comedy and sounds were leaking into my dream. When I open my eyes, I’ll see both girls passed out, innocent and napping together.

I opened my eyes and saw Sophie grab Ella’s hair and pull her friend’s head tighter to her own body. Sophie squeaked and lifted her hips to Ella. My sweet Ella helped Sophie keep her hips lifted. I watched my daughter’s bare mound grind on her best friend’s lips and tongue. The air filled with the soft, sweet musk of female arousal as little whimpers and moans of my daughter’s pleasure assaulted my ears. The wet licking and sucking sounds coming from Sophie’s body as it arched beneath the touch of her best friend reverberated against the walls. She looked like she was aching for release.

A release I witnessed.

My daughter’s hands gripped her friend’s head and pull her tighter, her hips rocking against Ella’s mouth. I’d swear I saw Ella glance toward me and smile as she finished coaxing my Sophie through her orgasm. But I blinked and when I opened my eyes again, Ella’s gaze was firmly on my daughter’s naked body.

While Sophie settled from her orgasm, Ella lifted her head from between my baby’s legs. Her lips, cheeks and chin glistened with my daughter’s fluids. El bit her lip and sucked Sophie’s juices from it with the most fucking satisfied face I’d ever seen her make. I stifled a groan and came in my pants. Watching Ella look at Sophie with such love and want made me want to see what she saw. No, it made me want to fucking taste what she tasted.

Ella’s fingertips ran along Sophie’s inner thigh and her head tilted to the side, “Now we’re both ready,” she said with such a sweet smile on her face.

Sophie spread her legs more and Ella positioned herself with one leg over Sophie’s and one leg under Sophie’s. Ensuring their privates touched when either moved their hips.

I’m not sure if my conscience was amplifying sounds meant to torture me, or if the wet rubbing between their genitals was simply that loud.

They moaned and rubbed themselves together, rocking their hips and arching to ensure full contact between their most sensitive bits. Sophie grabbed Ella’s shoulder and pulled her closer before kissing her.

Their bodies continued to grind against one another, soft, pleasured moans and whimpers cresting with their quickening pace. The musky scent filling the air between me and them became stronger. So strong I could almost taste each girl on a single inhale.

Sophie, I’d wager tasted like her mother. Sweet. Delicate. A light musk and fresh pear taste of clear fluids readily dripping from her. The kind of flavor you seek out time and time again.

For Ella, I’d guess an overripe peach. A little muskier, juicy, fragrant and creamy fluids clinging to her entrance. Ella must have the kind of flavor you could get drunk on.

My girls appeared to get off from the other’s clit rubbing and circling their own. God, I wanted to move closer to see their privates glisten with a blend of each other’s fluids. Let each girl come to their orgasm with shared effort. Turn each one toward me, legs spread and…

Fuck.

I was raging hard again as Sophie’s gasping moan brought me back to their room. I watched them hold each other. Their lips locked together, their tongues lapped and twisted against each other. Their bodies tensing and their hands playing with the other’s nipples.

Ella’s small breasts pushed forward as Sophie’s hands lay on the upper curve, her thumbs grazing over the small pink nipples. Sophie’s large breasts swayed with their movements and Ella’s hands curved under the lower swell, lifting and squeezing the fleshy mounds in her palms.

Sophie reached her height first, her head lolled and her moan seemed much louder than she meant. Her back tensed and her hips lifted and rocked hard against her friend. Ella kept gyrating her hips against Soph and soon her inner brow lowered and her nose crinkled when her lips parted. Her stomach tensed and a ragged breath pulled into her lungs. She crested in a whimpering shiver. Their hands caressed each other’s breasts before moving to their cheeks. Their lips found giggling, smiling solace in one another when their orgasms finally settled.

I thought they had finished when I heard Ella pause between gentle kisses and say, “Soph? Would your dad kick me out? If he found out we’ve been fooling around, I mean?”

She sounded scared and sad. I wanted to hug her and tell her of course not, but I couldn’t without them finding out their father was a disgusting fucking pervert. I not only watched my daughter with her girlfriend but got off to the sounds and smells emanating from their room. I wanted to fucking join them.

Watching two beautiful female bodies connecting for mutual pleasure heightened my arousal, sure. But, I couldn’t deny I was getting off to Sophie and Ella having their bodies pleased to such a degree. I could hear desire and fulfillment in each girl and I’ve never had a high quite like it.

Sophie tilted her head and pulled Ella into a hug as she lay back with her friend, “My dad loves you, El. You’re our family, and you’ve been our family since your parents showed their true nature. He would ask me if I was happy, and he would ask you if you were happy. If we both said yes he would hug us and tell us he’s happy, too. Our happiness and safety is all that’s ever mattered to him and mom.”

I brought my hand to my mouth to stifle the sob wanting to escape. I loved my kids. I was the fucking scum of the earth for betraying their privacy like this. I forced myself to walk away and headed to my bedroom to grab some clothes. I made it back to the bathroom to shower before my cum dried on my leg and I waxed myself trying to get it off. But, more importantly, I made it to the bathroom before the girls.

For the first time in a long time, I took a long shower.

We only had one bathroom, so I always tried to make sure everyone took short showers. But fuck I needed this. I had their conditioner slathered over each of my hands and I sat in the tub. Slow, gentle strokes along my cock with hot water pouring over me. I leaned back and pictured Ella, my beautiful, sweet, sensitive Ella, between my legs with her pretty little blonde head bobbing up and down on my dick.

How would it feel to see her big blue eyes lifted and looking at me? Her lips tightening on me? Her tongue… oh her tongue, pointed and licking beneath my cock head as her fingers stroked and caressed my balls. My beautiful Ella, trying to get Daddy to cum for her.

I was scum masquerading as righteousness and kindness in a father figure for a troubled girl.

And what about Sophie? I couldn’t leave her out. She’d get jealous and pouty.

No, I should make her happy, too. While Ella sucked my dick, Sophie could lie beside me and kiss me. I could have one hand on Ella’s head, guiding her luscious lips down my cock, while my other hand curled around my daughter’s hip, fingers working her inner wall as her pelvis rocked toward my palm. Her breath might catch mid-kiss. Her stomach and thighs trembling while my thumb toyed with her slippery clit.

Once I’d filled Ella’s mouth I’d pull her up to Sophie and watch my girls kiss. My thick cum lubricating their tongues, splitting the load between them before I guided them down. The fantasy shifted from the tub to my bed.

We’d need to be on my bed so I could turn them on their sides and watch their bodies curl against each other. A yin/yang of mouth to vagina for each girl. Their cum coated lips and tongues probing each other’s tight bodies. Spreading my cum inside each other.

I groaned in the bath, eyes closed tight, lost in my fantasy.

I envisioned Ella’s tongue pushing my cum into my daughter’s body. I could enjoy them and I could still honestly say I’d never fucked either one if I wanted to. Their bodies could be full of my cum without ever having to sully them.

Though, this is a harmless fantasy. Anything goes in the fantasy world. I could grab my daughter’s hips and push my dick into her from behind. I doubt she’s still a virgin, but I can pretend for my own ego. I ease into her for the first time. Not hurting her, only stretching her to fit me. Careful movements. Gentle love for my daughter’s body.

Once she’s open to me, Ella’s tongue and lips could soothe her clit while I pull Sophie’s leg over my hip and thrust myself into her.

With one hand on my daughter’s hip, holding her still for Daddy’s pleasure, and the other pushing my middle and ring fingers in and out of Ella’s cunt by Sophie’s face, I’d be in fucking heaven. Only thing better would be Ella’s tongue curling under my balls while I gently broke in my daughter’s body.