>”Oh my god Sil your dad is SO hot has he been working out? OMG is he going back on the market? I can’t believe your mom would leave a hot slab of *mmf!* like that
>You roll your eyes as hard as you can and stick your head in Diamond’s direction
“Oh my GOD Diamond you are such a skank that’s my dad!”
>”So what, he isn’t *my* dad. Even if he was though I don’t know if I’d care.... How do you stand him walking around without a shirt on like this all the time?! You totally get off on it don’t you?”
“Eww! Gross Di, no! You’ve got issues.”
>”Right like you don’t? You’ve been glued to your daddy ever since the two of you have been on your own.”
“Shut up, I don’t call him that anymore...”
>”What?! Why not? I’d say it every chance I could get. Push my elbows together on the counter while he’s making me dinner. Make sure he’s had a few drinks before hand. Sway my cute little hips for him to see and then with a little-“
>Diamond gives you the most perfect coy and seductive wink as she acts out smushing her chest together
>”Is there anything I can help you with daddy?” 
>You turn away with a slight blush
>Diamond was one of the prettiest girls you’d ever seen and you were very privy to  that fact
>”But seriously, you can’t say that if he wasn’t your dad you wouldn’t totally do him.”
“This is weird, I’ve never thought of him like that so how would I know?”
>”Aww come on, just imagine it, you’re at your friend’s house and their dad looks like that-“
>Diamond points across the pool to your own father
>”-and he’s eyeing you up like a snack. He  seems nice and then he lets you have a few drinks with him ‘cause he’s cool and next thing you know his five o’clock shadow is scratching you between the thighs in just the right places- mmm!”
>You feel a twinge of innate arousal flare up just as you realize you had been imagining yourself on the receiving end of Diamond’s depiction
>Your heart’s racing and a light crimson burns on top of your pale complexion 
>Diamond laughs at your change of demeanor
>”See? You get it now. I bet you won’t be able to think of him as anything but a hottie when you see him”
“I- s-shut up Di!”
>”Everything ok girls? I’m gonna head inside and get dinner started alright?”
“Yes dad!”
>Diamond gives him a small wave that toed the line between cute and flirtatious
>Her other hand had dipped below the water to massage your tight backside
>Di cups a hand over your ear and leans in to whisper
>”Call him daddy next time!”
“Ah! Di stop, not right now!”
>”Only if you give me a kiss!” 
>She whispers in your ear as her left hand lowers to stroke across your bikini-clad mound and her right rises to clamp lightly around your throat
“Ah Di please!”
>”Ah ah, kiss me!”
>You turn and press up into her taller form 
>Your breasts land right underneath her own when the two of your stand face to face forcing you to stand up on your tip toes to reach her mouth 
>You hungrily dive at your friends lips and do as she bid 
>You wanted to be stronger but every time Diamond got in your head you couldn’t help yourself
>She was a venomous snake who had sunk her fangs into you long ago
>As you rise to your tip toes Diamond’s fingers follow your pussy up and dig in harder than before while the fingers around your throat tightened their grip
>A squeak of a moan escapes you right before Di lets her lips flow over yours in a soft dance 
>For a few short moments your lips lock the two of you together 
>Di lets her fingers fall from their places and runs her hands over your slick thighs, hips, and belly 
>”You’re such a little horn dog Sil, so easy to get riled up and barking!”
>She growls and mime’s pawing at you with a devilish smile
>”You’re gonna make some man happy some day with how much you’ll be needing him in bed. They’ll probably even be into all that freaky fetish shit you’re into!”
>You point an accusatory finger up at Diamond’s face as her hug holds you in place 
“You’re the only reason I ever even found out about that stuff to begin with! If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t ever have to worry about a boy dumping me because I want to shove my fingers up his butt or have him tie me up and pretend to rape me but here we are!”
>”Oh please what boy would dump you over that? All men are freaks anyway, you know it’s true.”
>A couple knocks on the window draw your attention
>You dad waves at the two of you to start coming in for dinner
>Di drapes herself across your smaller frame and lets a hand snake down to the front of your sex
>Another husky whisper enters your ear
>”Especially dirty old DILFs who haven’t gotten laid in months. I hear they’re the most perverted, he’d love to drop load after load on and in every hole and surface on your cute little body. You’re absolutely adorable you know that? Such a cute little butt that just snaps back when you hit it and that delicious little chest of yours. I bet you could get any man you wanted if you tried hard enough.”
>You have little to say as she toys with your pussy under the water
>”I suppose we should go in though before he gets suspicious.” 
>She unceremoniously stops her stimulation and begins to wade to the stairs
“I’m gonna get you back for that!”
>Di turns and winks that same alluring wink as before
>”Oh I can’t wait!”
>You follow her out of the pool to dry off before heading inside and getting changed into some old pajamas that were getting a bit small on you
>The fuzzy bottoms appeared vacuum sealed around your legs and butt while the spaghetti strap tank top had a bit more to work with due to your smaller chest
>Foregoing a bra you head downstairs and into the living room where a few drinks had been placed around the coffee table
>You take a seat on the couch adjacent to the recliner Diamond was already lounging on as your dad brings a few plates over covered in pizza
>Distributing the plates he sits himself down with a glass of what you know to be whiskey, neat, at least filled past the halfway mark
>His usual was no stranger to you as he’s asked you to pour it more than once
>Not like it was a daunting task anyway
>Even let you have a few sips sometimes 
>He catches you eyeing his glass
>”Oh come on Sil it’s Friday and I’ve been cutting back, let me have this.”
>Your eyes flick from his eyes down to the glass again
“Oh! No, sorry it’s not that. I know you’ve been being good.”
>”Soooo?”
“So?”
>”Want a sip?”
>You roll your eyes in mock exasperation
“Dad!”
>”Can I have some?” 
“Shut up Di.”
>Your dad shrugs and hands her the glass
>”Just don’t tell your parents. And not too much ok?”
>Diamond nods and slowly sips at the glass a few times before pulling back and coughing from the taste
>”Ugh, that’s strong!” 
>Your father chuckles and takes the glass from her outstretched hand before passing it to you
>The only difference between you and Di is that you’ve had this a few times before
>With as much grit as you can muster you down half of the remaining drink without so much as a peep
>Until the after taste hits and your face starts looking like the guy on the Warheads wrappers
>You dad is full on laughing now and pats you on the back
>”Hey! What did I say about not too much? Almost kept it together though. Honestly I’m impressed you were even able to swallow all that.”
>You can’t tell if it’s the words or the whiskey but a strange warmth and pride swells your chest as you smile
>You hand the glass back to Diamond
“Finish it and I’ll just pour him a new one.”
>She does as she’s told and downs the rest of the drink before letting you take it for the refill
>Handing it to your dad you take your seat and lazily watch the tv as the next hour passes
>By the time the episode is over your head is lightly swimming and Di appears to be in the same boat
>Your dad is two glasses in and doesn’t seem to be nearly as effected as the two of you or at least he isn’t showing it
>He grabs the remote and swaps channels a few times before giving up and putting it back down
>”Alright girls, if you two are all set then I’m gonna head up to my office for a while. If you need anything just make sure to knock.”
>Di’s lifts her head up and smiles at him
>”Ok, thanks for dinner Mr. Mous!”
>You give him a side hug from your spot on the couch
“Thank you Daddy.”
>Your body tenses as you realize that “dad” had slipped out with an extra syllable 
>He returns the hug and kisses you on the forehead seemingly not minding the childish return to form
>”No problem girls, have fun.”
>With that he’s off and up the stairs
>Diamond hadn’t stopped smirking at you the entire time
>She swaps seats to the couch and wraps her arms around you in an encompassing embrace
>”Thank you daddy! Thank you thank you thank you!”
“Shut up! It just slipped out ok? I don’t know why... You know what you still owe me! You’re gonna finish what you started in the pool.”
>You grab Di’s hair and lightly but forcefully pull her into a kiss
>She wastes no time in pushing you down and pinning you against the couch
>No matter how it always started Di was always quick to take charge of a situation
>Control freak...
>She lays on top of you as she rubs you through your pajamas and massages one of your breasts through your shirt 
>Her hand at your nether region snakes inside the pants for easier access as it gets to rapid work 
>In no time flat you’re breathing heavily and squirming under her touch
>”Do you want me to make you cum Sil? Do you need me to help you relax?”
>A small whimper of arousal escapes you as her fingers deftly play with what she knows to be your sensitive spots
>”You know he’s probably up there already dropping his pants and rubbing his nice, thick, meaty,-“
“Diamond!”
>”-cock picturing some hussy bent over his desk. What if it was you? In daddy’s big strong arms as he pounds away at you. Moan his name for me and I’ll make you cum.”
>You shake your head 
“Please Di just do it.”
>She shakes her head 
>”Moan it for me. ‘Anon! Please daddy, fuck me!’ Say it!”
>You place a hand on Diamond’s chest and push her back slightly 
“Please stop Diamond...”
>Your voice’s newly adopted severity has Diamond’s hand frozen immediately 
>”I’m sorry Sil. I didn’t mean- you seemed like you kind of liked-“
“It’s ok, it’s just kind ofq making me feel weird though... can we just drop that please?
>A brief and awkward pause hangs in the air
>”Alright, do you still want me to...?”
“Please?”
>Both of you giggle a small bit before resuming your fun 
>As you do Diamond can’t help but notice how her fingers are covered in much more of your arousal than usual 

...

>Up in your office you sit with your empty glass on the coaster
>Nothing a little desk bottle won’t cure
>You forego the glass in favor of just taking shots straight 
>A sigh of relief passes your lips 
>You’re so fucking glad it’s Friday
>Work had been harder recently with the departure of your ex
>Luckily you were well off as it was and with a paid off house to boot but your girl still had expensive taste much like yourself
>A few overtime shifts now and again took care of that but it was the culture shock of actually having to think about money that was the hardest 
>Silver had taken a lot of that upon herself which was an immense help
>It probably helped that she didn’t hang out with too many people outside of Diamond and those “Crusaders” 
>You puff out an airy laugh thinking about how the moniker stuck even into their teenage years
>Diamond was something else
>As a parent you loved how your daughter had such a close best friend but Di was a little... brash? Arrogant? Manipulative?
>Whatever it was you’re glad the both of them had toned down their whole bully routine
>You should probably stop them from doing most of the stupid shit you catch them doing but most of the time you’re too amused and interested in the outcome to actually do it
>You take another quick swig
>Who gave you the reigns to this horse anyway? You’re not really cut out to be in charge of the bills let alone two teenage girls
>You rub your temple
>God, girls might not even be the right term any more 
>Diamond had filled out that suit of hers very well for someone her age and Sil had-
>You know what? You’re gonna nip that in the bud and drop it there
>Pervert
>Shit though Di had at least Ds by now right? 
>Fuck, it would probably feel great to oil those milky beauties up and slide between them
>And you know for a fact she’s been playfully flirting with you on occasion 
>You were more of an ass man anyway so it’s fine, no need to worry too much
>Di had a cute one but it didn’t really compare to...
>Any time you want to stop fantasizing just let me know
>Shut up brain 
“I gotta get laid.”
>Another swig
>Your off hand had begun rubbing at your meat through your jeans while your computer warmed up
>Just jerk off and get it off your mind 
>You browse to your usual site and find a video of some “teenager” getting railed and wailing like a banshee
>You gotta give credit to the good actresses in the porn biz because god damn there were so many terrible ones
>Maybe hentai tonight instead?
>Honestly you should take a break from porn
>It was getting hard to get turned on by most things but you were as hard as ever right now
>The reason for it streaking your mind with shame
>Maybe you should make them wear one-piece suits at your pool...
>Nope! That mental image is now shamefully burned into your brain as well
>Plus that would just seem suspicious...
>Jesus just jerk off and stop thinking!
>You pick the first video that seems even slightly passable and jerk yourself hard and fast until you’re spent
>God, get it together man

...

>Decent shirt, some jeans, a jacket and some cologne 
>Fresh off a shower you you check your prepared image in the mirror
>With a clean shave you look pretty young so this shouldn’t be too bad
>Right?
>It had been a while since you’d gone looking for girls downtown but if you were getting back in the saddle tonight was as good a night to start as any
>You turn from the reflective glass and make your way out of the master bedroom to the living room downstairs
>Silver was busy watching some reality drama BS that you couldn’t stand aside from laughing at it
>Sneaking up behind the couch you whisper
“Boo.”
>Silver whirls around with a yelp and a hand comes whizzing past your face
>Leaning back you attempt to calm her
“Whoa there! Just me. Nice swing, I wouldn’t have wanted to take that to the jaw.”
>”Jesus dad don’t do that to me!”
>You chuckle
“Sorry baby, I just wanted to have some fun with you. Hey, I’m gonna head out to the bar remember? You got everything you need here?”
>Silver gets up and walks around the back of the couch 
>She wraps her arms around you and pulls herself close
>Breathing in your cologne she dreamily hums to herself
>”I love the way that smells. You should wear it more often.”
>The girl’s eyes are shut as she sways steadily in your arms
>After a moment you break the embrace
“Sil I should really get going, I don’t want to be out too late.”
>Her hold on you doesn’t relent so easily as her attention shifts to your face 
>”Dad... are you going to start dating again?”
>That wasn’t something you’d expected but probably should have
>Your girl is anything but dumb after all 
“Well, I don’t know about dating honestly...”
>”Then why are you even going to the bar? All that’s there are drinks and girls and guys looking for a hook up with both for as cheap as possible.”
>You rub your neck sheepishly, that was rather concise
“Yeah that does sound about right doesn’t it.”
>Sil’s eyes register with realization as another waft of your scent finds its way to her senses 
>”Oh! OH!”
>She lets you go and backs up to lean against the couch
>”Um, I- good luck then? I guess?”
>A laugh barks out of your mouth sharply
“Ha, thanks, I’ll probably need it.”
>”No you won’t.”
“And you would know how?”
>The girl twirls the sides of her sleeping shorts in a nervous fashion
>”Well I mean Di thinks you’re handsome. And you’re funny, and smart, and kind, and... I don’t know. I think you’d be a great catch for someone.”
>The words come out abruptly leaving you a little surprised by how genuine they are
“Thanks Sil, that really means a lot.”
>You grab her and hug her tightly before she squirms loose
>”Oh I almost forgot, here.”
>The girl bends over the back of the couch 
>The sight would be comical with her short legs dangling down from the back of the couch as she reaches for something on its cushions if you hadn’t noticed something else
>Her pajama shorts had dug into her backside’s confines and in her current position it was pressing right between the side’s of your daughter’s slit
>This provided you with a very clear image of her lips overflowing from the garment as they began to wrap around the dampened cloth as if they were drawing it further in 
>You try to tear your eyes away or to listen to what Sil is grumbling about but your mind blanks 
>As you stare at the sight an eternity passes in a moment and soon enough she’s pushing herself back into a standing position and shoving the phone in your face
>”Here, look, Diamond’s parents are out of town next weekend and she’ll either have to stay there alone or with us. Can we have her stay please?”
>You take a deep breath to stop your mental reeling from the cocktail of emotions you just slammed 
“All weekend? I can hardly handle the two of you together for a full day!”
>”Please! She’ll be all alone and it wouldn’t be safe for her to stay at home like that. You won’t even know that she’s here!”
>The large, violet, puppy dog eyes behind her powder blue glasses pierce your soul 
>You break in an instant
>Rolling your eyes you acquiesce with a wave of your hand 
“Fine, but you better not complain about my drinking.”
>She launches herself at you and chokes your breath out with a hug
>“Thank you! I’m gonna tell Di!”
“Yeah yeah, now I should really get going, I’ll see you in a few hours ok?”
>She gives an excited little wave 
>”Ok, bye Daddy!”
>With that you’re out the door
>She hadn’t called you that in a while since before yesterday
>It was kind of nice to feel like she still thought of you that way 
>That feeling is quickly marred by the association the word had gotten in your mind due to the abundance of smut you had consumed
>Time to go
>You gotta get laid
>Badly

...

>Don’t do it
>Just don’t
>It isn’t even as nice as you think it is
>Even if you do it you won’t get anything out of it will you?
>So then why is there a problem?
>Well, maybe just one more quick one won’t hurt-
>NO
>Stop it Silver
>Just drop it
>...
>...
>...
>Ignoring your better judgement your hand snaps down to the front of your shirt and pulls the fabric up to your nose
>You breath in deeply letting the lingering manly scent of his cologne cover your senses like a haze
>Oh god
>You were wrong
>And you had known that while you were lying to yourself about it a few seconds ago
>Another deep breath sends white noise exploding through your head 
>Followed shortly by a twinge of heat from between your legs which breaks your reverie 
>No!
>No, No, No!
>Diamond’s words from yesterday were just getting in your head
>Your mental thread snaps as you hear the sound of metal clattering at your door
>Your eyes snap to the clock
>It’s only been an hour or so
>Turning around and poking your head over the back of the couch you wait 
>Sure enough your father walks through the door
>You give him a small wave
“That was fast, I take it that it either went very well or very poorly?”
>You can’t place why immediately but you find yourself on edge waiting for his answer 
>As he disposes of his jacket and shoes he responds 
>”Well, you’d be a little wrong either way with that guess.”
“So what happened?”
>He runs a hand through his hair
>”Let me get changed real quick.”
>You watch as he ascends the stairs with weighty footfalls
>He didn’t seem upset at least 
>Coming back down in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt he queries you
>”You eat yet?” 
>You shrug
“I snacked on some stuff but that’s about it.”
>You watch as he heads into the kitchen and you quickly patter after him
>He digs through the freezer with a dissatisfied grunt
>”Gonna have to go shopping soon...”
>Hopping onto one of the barstools you cross your arms and rest your chest on them
>A glance downward has you quickly looking away embarrassed 
>The gesture had done little to make your small bust look like anything but the maybe B-cups they were 
>”What’s with that look?”
>Your dad had turned to face you after pulling out a carton of eggs and a pack of sausages
>His eyes flash from your face down to your arms and back
>”Breakfast for dinner ok?”
>You nod approvingly with a delicate smile
>He turns to the stove and begins warming it up while grabbing a few extra spices and utensils 
“So are you going to tell me why you’re back so early now?”
>He pours the contents of the sausage pack in the pan and the eggs in another with a huff
>”Well there isn’t much to say I guess. I went out, had a couple drinks. Came home.”
“Did you talk to anyone?”
>That same apprehension from earlier returns as you ask the question 
>”Of course.”
“Other than the bartender?”
>You hear as he sucks in air through his teeth
>”Weeeeell, maybe not.”
“So how long are you going to beat around the bush?”
>He sighs
>”No, I didn’t really even try to go up to anyone.”
>All of the motion leaves his body for a second as he stands above the sizzling pans
>A deep breath lifts and expands his frame 
>Underneath the shirt you can see the lightly toned muscle from his efforts to look more presentable
>You had noticed that he’d started getting in better shape before Diamond had pointed it out but now that you’re taking a moment to study him the difference sort of takes you by surprise
>He always used to have more of the traditional bulky dad bod with a gut but he’s slimmed down a bit
>If he was hoping to rock his bare skin on muscle beach he had a long way to go though
>Your dad had always had a certain rugged appeal to his looks and his dry humor seemed to match perfectly with it
>His smirking, cheeky, smile had a way of making you groan and roll your eyes all the while having the biggest grin spreading across your own face
>It didn’t ever take him long to cheer you up unless things were really bad and so you hated not being able to do the same for him
>That’s why when he releases the breath and his shoulders deflate you feel a pang of hurt tear into your heart
>”I just had a couple drinks, checked some girls out, and now I’m back here... I don’t know if I was scared or worried or what but I just saw these chicks in their little groups and most of them just looked so young and I felt so old and just... sad. The longer I stayed there the more I realized I just wanted to go home and hang out with the most important girl in my life.”
>He turns around and gives you that exact same smile you had been thinking of before
>Just smug and confident enough to be attractive but not so arrogant as to appear presumptuous or annoying
>It was the most charming thing in the world and it had probably gotten him into and out of just about equal amounts of trouble, including with you
>You had seen that smile for years and it wasn’t difficult to notice the cold, lonely eyes that had failed to play their part in the act
>You do the only thing you can think of and step down from the barstool 
>Making your way around the counter you come up behind him quietly and wrap your arms around him
>He tenses up slightly but relaxes understanding what you’re doing
>Your head rests in the small of his back as you squeeze your arms tight against his stomach
>After a moment he pulls your arms apart and turns around to face you
>Kneeling down he returns the motion and envelops you in his arms
>His scent assaults you and you immediately drink it in through your nose
>Even the more overpowering fumes of the whiskey he’d had blend in as if a natural addition 
>He must have had more than he’s letting on
>For a short moment the comforting embrace and strong earthy smell in your head has you suspended in a serene, tranquil, pocket dimension safe from the world
>You want to stay there as long as you can but that’s not why you came to him
>Putting a hand on his chest you push him back slightly and look up at him
“I love you dad.”
>You watch as the blank stare of his eyes quickly dampens
>He averts his gaze and blinks back the moisture before replying in kind
>”I love you too kid.”
>Your heart flutters at the words and you smile up at him 
“I’ve got to admit though the thought of you bringing someone home is a little weird...”
>He laughs as he releases you and goes back to tending the food
>”Like I would do that, I’d sooner shell out for a hotel room than have you experience that particularly awkward form of hell. Plus given the available selection at the place I was drinking it probably wouldn’t have happened anyway.”
>You arch an eyebrow
“Why’s that? Were they all ugly, horse faced, bimbos?”
>The remark comes out a bit more scathing than you’d thought it would
>”You really don’t like the idea of me going out do you?”
>You look at him quizzically 
“What do you mean?”
>”Every time I mention it or talk about trying to find someone you get this sour look on your face.”
“Wha-no I don’t! Do I?”
>”I mean kinda yeah.”
>By now he’s plating the eggs with the sausage soon to follow
“Well if I do, which I don’t know if I believe still, then it’s just because I’m worried for you.”
>”Worried for me? I’m a grown man who can take care of himself Sil what’s there to be worried about?”
“It’s not you, it’s them.”
>You gesture an empty hand in the air attempting to conduct your nebulous words into more comprehensible cacophony of missing context
“The dumb girls at the bar. They’d just be looking for some guy to pay for their dinner and then use them up like it’s nothing. You deserve someone better than that.”
>He hands you your plate which you take to the counter
>Grabbing a bottle of syrup you coat the meat in a decently sized pour while making sure to keep it separate from the eggs
>”You’re gonna get fat one day if I keep letting you do shit like that.”
>You squint your eyes and stick your tongue out at him before staring down at your meager bosom
>Maybe you’d finally fill out a little bit if you did...
>Your dad sees your downward gaze and seemingly takes the sulking in the context of what he’d said
>”Hey, at least you don’t put ketchup on your eggs. That way in a few years you’ll just be the fat girl instead of the fat, weird, girl.”
>His smile makes a return to form as his eyes remember their place in the charming visage 
“Eww, gross, who does that?”
>He shrugs
>”Psychopaths probably.”
>The two of you take your plates back into the living room and sit side by side on the couch 
>The television is on primarily for white noise as you both instead opt to sit facing each other as you discourse over dinner
“I meant it though, was there no one there that you were interested in?”
>”Isn’t this kind of a weird topic for us to talk about?”
>You shrug
“If you don’t tell it to me then I doubt you’ll be telling anyone so you may as well get it out there. Might help?”
>Dad raises his eyebrows and his face shows the reservations he had about broaching the subject quickly fading away 
>”I mean there were some good looking women there but none of them really had the whole ‘cute’ thing going for them. Your mother had that in spades and I’m glad it got passed down to you instead of whatever it is that I am.”
>You feel a deep warmth spread across your face at the compliment making you thankful that the light from the T.V. wasn’t nearly luminous enough to make it visible
“You have that suave older man thing going for you and you know it.”
>He smiles
>”Yeah I totally do, I just love hearing it from people.”
>You can’t help but laugh a little at the brazenly self assured attitude 
>It doesn’t take long for him to continue
>”It didn’t help that none of them were really my type either. All upside down triangles as far as the eye could see.”
“What does that even mean?”
>”It looked like most of them had more silicon in their tits than blood in their brain. Not a single cute butt around either.”
>He stops with his fork halfway to his mouth before rapidly lowering it back to the plate
>”I’m sorry, this has to be so weird for you. Let’s just talk about something-“
“No! Please it’s fine. I said you could get it off your chest with me so talk to me. Plus I’d kind of like to know what boys like... It’s not like I have any guy friends-“
>”Good.”
>Your eyes dagger him for the interjection
“I just... I want to feel like I’m good enough... 
>”Sil, don’t think like that. I spent a lot of time comparing myself to others when I was your age and all it did was make me blind to what I had.”
“Do you think Diamond is pretty?”
>The random question throws him for a loop 
>”I... I don’t see what that has to do with what we’re talking about.”
“Well all the boys at school are always trailing after her like a pack of drooling dogs just because she has tits that could keep her afloat in a tsunami! It’s just stupid! They don’t even think about how pretty she is it’s just tits, tits, tits with those idiots!”
>”Hey! Language man come on.”
>You make a baffled face in protest
“You literally just said the same thing a second ago!”
>”At least use it in moderation please? Can I ask you something? Are you sure you aren’t just a tiny bit jealous?”
>A humorless laugh escapes you 
“It’s envious, and no I’m definitely not!”
>You cross your arms defiantly leaving your father to pin you with a doubting stare
>”I know, and I meant jealous. I know you and Diamond have been close ever since you were little. And I’ve kind of seen you two uh... doing stuff before.”
>WHAT!
>You freeze in place for a second as all of the recent times you had fooled around with Di rocket through your head like an F1 rally pack
>Oh my god! What did he see?!
“What did you see?”
>”Just a few kisses. I hope you don’t mind me asking but are you two kind of like a thing? I won’t be mad or anything if you are I just don’t want you to have to hide anything from me.”
“I-! NO! We’re just- friends. And she’s really pretty and we were both just curious and and and-“
>”Look, it’s fine ok? Honestly I’m not that surprised given the uh, eclectic nature of your browser history... Definitely not something I expected to pass down to you.”
>Your browser-?
>AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
“Have you been going through my stuff!”
>He raises a hand in defense
>”No! You know I wouldn’t do that. Do you remember a couple months back when I bought you that new laptop for ‘school’?”
>The memory floods back to you. You’d always had to use your dad’s computer in his office for school work
>Ever since you’d hit puberty whenever he was out of the house you also used it for some extra curricular anatomy lessons
>”I was looking for a webpage in my history and you had forgotten to delete yours after you were done. I figured it would be best to just get you something of your own at that point.”
>You sink as deep down into the couch as you can while using your legs to block your dad from view
“Oh my god can I die now please...”
>In the midst of your groaning a thought comes to you
“What do you mean ‘pass down’ to me?”
>”Eeeehhh well I’m a single guy who hasn’t gotten laid in close to a year so I was already pretty acquainted with some of those sites before I saw them pop up in the history.”
“Wait, a year? But you and mom only broke up like four months ago.”
>”Yup.”
>Oh 
“I guess I didn’t realize it was so bad between the two of you...”
>”Yeah well for what it’s worth we tried to keep it away from you. You shouldn’t have to deal with that kind of shit at your age.”
“That must have been hard...”
>”Yeah, and now that I’m single I’m free to go and depress myself while leering creepily at 20 somethings.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
>”What?”
“Do you think Diamond’s pretty?”
>”Sil she’s 16, I’m not answering that.”
“That kind of answered it anyway.”
>”Ok well no shit, you’d have to be blind to not see that she’s probably gonna turn heads her whole life. But again, I’m waaay too old to even be talking about that.” 
“I wish I had her body...” 
>”I don’t get why. She doesn’t have everything.”
>It only now dawns on you how drunk he must really be to be having this conversation with you
“What more could she possibly have? She’s perfect!”
>”Her ass isn’t nearly as good as your- uh, your mother’s was back in the day.”
“What’s with you and butts?”
>”What’s with you and wanting to know all this weird shit about me? Eat your food before it’s cold.”
“But-“
>”Food, eat, now.”
>The following moments are spent in silence as you eat
>Grabbing the remote you find an old adventure movie and let it play as you recline back into the couch
>After a while your dad gets up to use the restroom and you stretch out on the length of the couch 
>You feel bad about the awkward tension you’d just thrown into the mix
>Well, more awkward than it already had been
>Maybe it would just be better to go to bed at this point...
>You have little time to think as your dad reemerges
>”Scoot.”
“Did you wash your hands?”
>He flicks his fingers at you and a cold spray of water startles you into a sitting position
“Hey!” 
>”Put a new hand towel in there if you’re gonna use the other one as a makeup wipe.”
>The grin on his face and the tone in his voice ease your worries
>He retakes his seat and when he does you lay down across the couch with your head on his thigh
>”If you’re tired why don’y you just go to sleep?”
“I’m not that tired yet. And I want to hang out with you more. Don’t you want to hang out with ‘the most important girl in your life’?”
>”I do, even if you are a little shit sometimes.”
>He laughs and runs his hand through your hair
>Despite your best efforts and declaration to the contrary both you and your dad quickly sink into the warm blanket of sleep on the couch

...

>You awake with a groggy haze covering your mind
>A pleasant warmth on your cheek and a quick survey of your surroundings reminds you of how you fell asleep
>It seems neither you nor dad had moved much in the night
>The gently, rhythmic pulsing of the blood in his leg against your ear lulls you back into a comfortable rest as you close your eyes 
>You ficus on the beat of his life running through him
>Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump
>Slow and steady with a calm serenity to it
>The only thing to disturb the tranquility is a slight twitch in his leg with every heartbeat like he was flexing it
>Paying it little mind you fill your lungs with a beep breath of air catching your father’s scent as you do
>It was the same as last night only stronger and headier 
>The longer you lay there the more acutely aware of the twitching in his leg you are
>Twitching wasn’t the right word...
>Throbbing? 
>You raise your hand and place it under your face to act as a small cushion 
>Your palm hits his thigh and you feel your fingers curl around a lump of some kind
>Resting your head back on your hand your hear a rousing from above you
>”Nnnhh...”
>The lump under your hand immediately stiffens 
>You freeze
>Followed shortly by bolting upright 
>Staring down at his lap you see a stiff bulge in his shorts where your face had just been nuzzling 
>Your mind reels as mental snapshots are burned into your mind
>The musky scent, the warmth, the groan he’d let out when your hand-
>You feel him twitch under your hand
>You quickly yank your appendage away while a furious crimson tears through your cheeks and a deluge of blood floods into your nether region 
>He’s hard
>He’s THROBBING
>Oh god
>You gawk at it as your first instinct is to grab it, squeeze it, smell it, anything!
>You have little time to think as a yawn escapes the man
>You shuffle to the other side of the couch  as he stretches 
>His eyes flutter open and he glances over at you
>”’Morning Sil.”
>You stutter slightly and clear your throat
>G-good morning Daddy.”
>All the while your eyes have been periodically going back to his manhood to watch it twitching under the fabric
>”Sleep well?”
>You nod
“Yeah, uh, you?”
>”Yeah, I gotta take a leak though.”
>The unflattering verbage helps to quell some of your tumultuous feelings
>He gets up and you notice he chooses to keep his back to you as much as he can while he walks to the restroom
>When he’s out of sight your hand reaches down into your pajama shorts finding them to be slick with your essence
>Half of you is disgusted and the other half is even more aroused by the discovery 
>You find yourself unable to stop from toying with your nub once your fingers brush over it 
>You only break from the motion once you hear your dad coming back from the restroom
>”You want some breakfast? How about pancakes?”
“That sounds good.”
>You grab your phone and enter the kitchen
>Taking up residence on the same stool from last night you watch as dad gets to work 
>It doesn’t take long for him to whip up a few cakes and soon he’s seated next to you with fork in hand 
>”Got any plans today?”
“Not really, you?”
>”Probably just gonna go for a workout. Hit the store. That’s about it. Would you mind cleaning up around here a little? It’s getting kind of cluttered.”
>You nod with an affirming hum
>You see your dad check his phone and sigh
>”Guess I should get to it, almost noon already. You need anything from the store?”
“Well... if you don’t mind then maybe some wine for this weekend?”
>”You’re pretty bold you know that? Fine, what kind?”
“Uhhh, good wine?”
>He laughs
>”’Good wine’, very specific. Alright, I’ll see what they have.”
>Placing the dishes in the dishwasher he heads upstairs to change and you head to your room
>A couple moments pass and you hear the front door open and close with the key turning in the lock leaving you to your devices

...

>Your keys turn in the lock and you reenter your house for the second time today
>You’d asked Sil if she wanted to join you at the gym but that was a stretch given how she has gymnastics during the week
>You smile at the accidental pun 
>As you enter the house proper the air conditioning blissfully goes to work on your heated form
>You take your shirt off and drop it in the garage by the washer for later
>Heading back inside you take note of the clean house
>It was already pushing evening and you were planning on getting dinner started
>You hear light footsteps descending the stairs before your Silver haired daughter appears 
>”Hi dad! Are we having dinner soon? I’m starving.”
“Hey, thanks for cleaning up. And yeah I was gonna take a quick shower then start making it. 
>You see her face scrunch into a pout 
>”Oh come on I’m sure it can wait.”
“Sil I probably reek.”
>She comes up to you and sniffs the air in front of you 
>She only came up to about mid-stomach on you making the sight a little odd from your position 
>”I think you smell fine, kind of good actually.”
>You sniff yourself
>It wasn’t bad per se but you definitely smelled strongly of a workout
>Whatever, you’re hungry
“Alright it can wait I guess. Mind grabbing me a beater shirt?”
>You noticed that she’s been staring at you since she came down here
“Like something you see?”
>You flex jokingly with an exaggerated grunt but to your surprise she just nods a little sheepishly
>”You’re looking good dad. Working out’s paying off. Flex again?”
>You flex an arm and she reaches out to touch the light muscle growing there
>You had not expected that reaction 
>And now you’ve got a weird head rush of self confidence
>You subconsciously puff up a bit with a smile
“Thanks, I’m glad someone is noticing.” 
>”Well at the very least you know Di probably is. I swear she just gawks at you whenever she’s here now.”
“Yeah I’ve actually kind of noticed that a bit. What’s the deal?”
>”Well you’re kinda hot dad.”
>Her eyes shoot fully open in a millisecond
>”I didn’t mean that! Wait- no I mean that I didn’t mean it like that. I mean you’re good looking and stuff but that’s not what- like if I wasn’t your daughter than I’d definitely- no! You know what nevermind...”
>She shrinks back hiding her face and resulting blush behind one of her hands
“You’re cute you know that?”
>She smiles a dopey smile at you which you return
>You raise your eyebrows 
“So dinner? Chicken caesar ok with you?”
>She nods and wraps her arms around you
>”I love you dad.” 
“I love you too honey.”
>...
“Shirt please?”
>”Oh! Be right back.”
>She scampers off with her braid bouncing in time with her butt 
>Aaand focusing on making dinner now

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