More of Daddy's Girls Ch. 03

Burt was literally exhausted, but in the most wonderful way, when the alarm woke him up. Luckily the week was nearly done and a hopefully restful weekend was approaching. Of course with the twins he could never be sure.

Smelling freshly-brewed coffee he left the bedroom in his briefs and saw Trudy, his mate the previous night, standing in front of the stove wearing only a short silk robe. A smile crossed his lips as he heard the hiss of cooking food. On impulse he walked up behind her and leaned his head on her left shoulder while coiling his arms around her.

"Mmm," he whispered in contentment. "Everything smells great in here."

"We're all you need, Daddy," Trudy responded. "We gladly satisfy your every desire."

Her words, coupled with Judy's confession the previous evening, had him on edge. Trudy had seemingly set about proving all of his needs were being met, while Judy seemed intent on finding him a partner. There was something amiss, yet he couldn't be sure what. But for the time being he immersed himself in the moment.

"You were great last night, Daddy," she cooed.

"And so were you," he responded while hugging her more tightly, hands sliding through an opening in the robe and squeezing her delectable breasts. "You do such amazing things with that body. I love you so much."

His words warmed her heart and boosted her waning confidence. She felt empowered by his glowing assessment.

"Is there anything Daddy would like with, or after, his eggs?" Trudy offered temptingly.

"I'd love to spend all day with your body wrapped around my cock, but I need to hit the shower pretty quick," he told her in a reluctant tone. "I have a meeting I need to get to. But you were incredible last night, sweetheart. I never knew you had all of that in you."

She smiled with confidence. "We fit, Daddy. You and me, it's just perfect. At least eat your toast and eggs, even if you skip my 'meat'."

Judy had appeared and witnessed the last part of the conversation. "Oh please, don't make me puke, ass-munch. I'll have a couple of eggs too."

Trudy balked before walking away. "Make your own, bitch!"

"I will, I cook better than you ever did anyway!"

Trudy held up her right hand and extended a middle finger.

Burt, who was just finishing the eggs and toast, witnessed the interaction with disdain. "I thought this whole thing was over?"

"Don't look at me, I thought the same thing," Judy responded. "I got her off last night, and apparently you did too... more than once by the sounds of it. I'm not sure why she's still pissed."

"I think I do," Burt decided.

Judy was all ears as she sat down at the kitchen table across from her daddy expectantly. After a brief hesitation he voiced his suspicion.

"She's trying as hard as she can to prove all I need is you two as hard as you're trying to find me someone to bring into my life."

Judy's eyes narrowed in anger. "How can somebody so smart be so dumb?"

"Trudy isn't dumb, and I'd appreciate you stop thinking of her that way," Burt corrected his one twin. "I've had twenty-two years to try and figure you two out, and maybe I'm starting to understand your differing viewpoints. Judy, you're daring, a go-getter. Trudy is much more reserved and needs stability. While you're trying to find me a woman, which I do appreciate more than words can say, your sister's hold on me becomes even tighter.

"You both love me in different ways, and I appreciate that more than you can ever know. Please, let Trudy be herself, and I'll ask the same from her of you."

What her Daddy said made sense in a fleeting way that Judy couldn't quite grasp and hold on to, but her head nodded in agreement. "But I asked Britney over for dinner tonight, and..."

Burt smiled. "I didn't ask that you not be yourself, just that you be more accepting of Trudy's viewpoint. And I'll ask the same of her. Invite your friend over, that'll be fine. But don't be surprised if Trudy does everything she can to make sure Britney doesn't get too close to me, though."

He bridled when an expression of frustration soured his daughter's face. Burt responded sternly with, "I don't expect you to like it, but I do expect you to do as I say."

"But Daddy, nobody understands me!" she loudly complained.

"Judy, I don't have time for this. We can talk more later. Now give me a kiss, I have to get ready."

When his daughter defiantly crossed both arms over her chest and began to tear up, Burt knew the kiss wasn't going to happen and he headed to the master bathroom.

* * * * *

"Daddy, this is Britney, and Britney, this is my daddy," Judy, who was radiant with happiness, introduced the two.

"He's my daddy too," Trudy, who was standing a few feet back, quickly interjected.

He smiled and politely extended his hand, which she softly shook. "Hi Britney, you can call me Burt. It's nice to meet you. My daughters have had nothing but wonderful things to say about you. Please, come in. Our home is your home."

She nervously crossed the threshold, sweet face smiling warmly. Her eyes glanced around as she familiarized herself with her new surroundings. "Wow, it's such a lovely home."

The briefly sized each other up. Burt could see that she was a beautiful younger woman with a shapely, nicely toned body. She was casually dressed in a conservative white denim skirt with a narrow red belt, and a white-and-red striped short-sleeved blouse which was buttoned and did not show any of her cleavage. But he couldn't help but notice her ample bosom beneath the thin top.

Britney found herself admiring a fit older man who was quite handsome. He was several inches taller than her, and was nicely dressed in business casual gray slacks and a short-sleeved maroon button-up shirt. His arms were bare and she appreciated his slightly muscular build.

"Can I get you anything? A drink, perhaps?" he offered.

Britney rarely drank, but with her nerves acting up she decided a little lubricant might help relax her. "Sure, that sounds good. Whatever you have is fine, I'm not picky."

"I'll be right back," he excused himself.

Judy listened to the conversation and tingled with excitement as she observed how well things were starting off. She showed Britney into the living room where the girls sat down on a couch sitting adjacent to their daddy's recliner. When Burt returned with two glasses he saw Judy sitting on the right side, Trudy on the left, and Britney in between.

"No, Ted is out of the picture as far as I'm concerned," Britney was telling Judy as he leaned down and handed her a glass.

She accepted it, smiled, and thanked him.

Burt glanced over at Trudy who was being suspiciously quiet. He'd spoken with each of his girls separately that afternoon to make sure the evening would not be spoiled by their arguing. He wasn't about to tolerate a potentially embarrassing fight when they had a guest over. Burt took a seat on the recliner and took a sip of scotch whiskey.

Seeing him drinking, Britney followed his lead. Judy excused herself to check on the food, giving him an opening to strike up a conversation.

"The girls mentioned you teach aerobics," he mentioned as he felt himself being drawn in to her stunning blue eyes.

"Yes, I do," she indicated. "I also own the business."

Burt was genuinely surprised. "Really? That's quite interesting! What drew you into the physical fitness field?"

She took another nervous sip, enjoying the feeling of the whiskey warming her throat and belly. A slight buzz began taking hold and her body was beginning to relax.

"It wasn't my lifelong dream or anything," Britney admitted. "First of all, I grew up as a military brat. My father dragged my mother and I from one post to another all over the world. It made making and keeping friends very difficult. I was a junior in high school when we moved here. This would prove to be my father's last posting.

"I graduated high school but didn't have much interest in college. Not quite sure what to do, I took a job at the base gym doing various things. When they decided to offer aerobics classes I volunteered and became one of two instructors with a welcome pay increase."

Burt found the story interesting and listened intently as he gazed at her full, luscious lips which glistened with light pink, glittery lip gloss of some type. He noticed that she'd also captured Trudy's interest, who now seemed more relaxed with the presence of their, according to her, 'unwelcome' guest.

"I'd been teaching classes for the better part of a year when my father retired," Britney continued as Judy rejoined them. "I was welcome to go with them to Florida but I'd put down roots here and decided to stay. It was a bit scary at first but I had some girlfriends I knew from high school and they were a big help."

She raised the glass to her lips for another sip before going on. "About a year later funding was cut and the classes were the first thing to go. Encouraged by a small following that loved my classes they encouraged me to open up my own studio. That was when I decided to take that leap and borrowed money from my father to rent and furnish a small place of my own.

"It's been about ten years since that first studio opened. The place I have now is much larger and is really thriving, as your girls can probably attest to. I've also done some merchandising and have a website which has sold quite a few 'Body by Britney' collectibles."

Burt was visibly impressed by the enterprising woman. "Congratulations, Britney! You've turned out to be a successful entrepreneur despite your inauspicious beginnings."

Her face reddened in embarrassment. Eager to defer attention away from her she quickly asked, "So what about you? What's your story?"

The twins also grew interested as they'd heard only snippets and never the whole story. Judy was the first to press him. "Yeah, Daddy, tell us!"

He quieted them with a "stop" gesture of his hand and drained his glass. "Give me a moment to gather my wits. Before I start, would you like another?"

Britney finished hers and nodded. "Sure, thank you so much."

As soon as Burt had left the room Judy anxiously turned to Britney. "Well, what do you think? Do you like him?"

"He's very nice," she revealed, "and quite handsome. But what are you so excited about?"

"Because she wants to set you up with him," Trudy deviously divulged her sister's secret. "This isn't just dinner; it's a blind date in disguise."

Britney first turned toward Trudy and then back to Judy. "Is this true?"

Judy's expression turned hopeful. "You do like him, right?"

"He's great, really, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to get serious with anyone at this point in my life. But I appreciate the thought."

Feeling betrayed, Judy leaned back behind Britney and flashed her sister a hateful glare. Trudy saw this and countered by pretending to stretch, reaching her left arm behind their guest and flipping Judy off. Burt entered the room just in time to observe the discretionary trading of insults and frowned at them both.

"Here you are," he announced as he handed the drink over before returning to the recliner. "Are you really sure you want to hear all of this?"

Judy cried out, "Yes Daddy! Tell us!"

He smiled. "Okay, but I warned you. Gee, where to start," he wondered out loud as he squeezed the bottom of his chin with his free hand. "Well, okay.

"My father had a rocky relationship with his father, worsened by marrying a harlot the family strongly disapproved of. When I came along and grew up, my relationship with my father was much like the strained one with his father. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. We fought incessantly and I escaped by reading books.

"I'd run away a few times but having no place to go I always returned, but each instance further eroded our relationship. At the end we hardly spoke. What really finished it was when my father's father passed away. My father was sure he would inherit the family wealth, but instead, as if in a final effort to demonstrate his disapproval of the marriage, it was placed in a trust for me for when I turned eighteen."

Burt's eyes grew moist as he recalled the emotional pain everyone suffered through at that time, but didn't verbalize that part. He took another sip of liquid courage and went on.

"Things at home had gotten so bad that I began living with friends off and on starting at around the age of sixteen. I graduated high school at eighteen and used the trust to put myself through college. I had a lot of money in the bank but no real direction and ended up drifting aimlessly from job to job. Money wasn't an issue with a large bank account available to settle my bills with. There were occasional girlfriends, but I hadn't established any lasting commitments.

"As I watched the money beginning to dwindle I knew I needed to find a career that would support me and, if the opportunity presented itself, a family. With a bachelor's degree in management I began my determined hunt for a real job, which landed me at the company I'm still working for.

"While I started for what would now seem like pennies a week, I was hooked. I'd only begun working there when suddenly Monique wandered into my life. She was a dark-haired, green-eyed beauty that looked just like the twins we created. The woman was a drifter from a broken family just as I'd been, and I could identify with her. We had a connection that completely enraptured me.

"She stayed with me and we had a torrid affair. I called in sick at every opportunity and we enjoyed long days of physical loving. After a few months her periods stopped. Two months after that we received confirmation that she was pregnant. I was elated and began talking about marriage, but she was less open to conversations involving commitment."

He felt a tear running down his left cheek and stopped to wipe it away. The glass was lifted to his lips for another drink and he drained it, grimacing as the whiskey burned a path down his throat.

"I hoped that once our child was born I could convince her that marriage was our answer, that my love for her was complete. Little did I know that we'd have twin girls with her same mesmerizing beauty. Three months after their arrival she was gone. I was frantic at first until I received a letter of explanation in the mail, assuring me not to worry, that she'd be back.

"She did come back, but only for a day or two at a time while asking for money, and then would be gone for weeks. The visits became less frequent, the last when they were fifteen. It has been seven years now, and I can only wonder what has become of her.

"As for us, life is good. I've leveraged my skill and experience into a cozy position as an executive officer in a banking investment firm. End of story."

By the end of the story all three girls were wiping tears from their eyes. He'd never told his twins all of that before, but he knew they deserved to finally hear it. The opportunity was there and he finally spoke from the heart.

"You're so open and honest," Britney commented in a surprised tone. "I never expected... look at me, I'm a mess. But thanks so much for telling us."

Burt was immediately glad that he had. The awkward moment was interrupted by a distinct "ding" of a timer coming from the direction of the kitchen.

"The bread's done," Judy announced. "Dinner is ready!"

* * * * *

"Mm," Britney moaned in delight, "this pasta sauce is to die for!"

Judy giggled. "Thanks, it's my specialty. And don't even ask for the recipe, it's my secret."

Britney vowed with a wink, "I'll get it out of you one day."

His story had the twins thinking of their mother again. Trudy asked, "How old was mom when she had us?"

"A little younger than you, she was twenty, maybe twenty-one," he freely offered, "which would make her forty-two or so now."

"When was her birthday?" Judy next inquired.

Burt smiled and quietly laughed. "To be honest, I really don't know. Every few months she'd see something that caught her eye and ask me to buy it for her birthday which, conveniently enough, was coming up in just a few days. So I can't answer that."

"I like that about her," Britney divulged. "Life's too short. Why wait to get the things you want if the means exist to get them? What's wrong with celebrating a birthday more than once a year?"

Burt couldn't hold back. "What would you want, Britney? I mean if tomorrow was your birthday?"

Her gaze lifted to the ceiling as she considered the question. "Flowers sent to me at work. No one has ever done that for me. Yes, that's what I would want."

The conversation turned to other subjects inspiring laughter and personal stories, but Burt couldn't shake Britney's answer. He gazed at her several times in admiration and, feeling his eyes upon her, she looked back with a furtive smile. His respect and admiration for this feisty woman deepened. Burt was so caught up with the guest that he didn't take notice of Trudy taking notice with mounting jealousy.

When the pleasant evening played itself out Britney excused herself and thanked them all for a wonderful evening. As the twins cleared the table Burt showed their guest to the door, opening it up and walking her outside.

"It's a lovely evening," he noted, "complimented by your beauty. Thanks so much for coming, Britney. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and hope you did as well."

She offered a wide smile. "I have, Burt. I appreciate your hospitality."

There was a brief nervous hesitation until Burt leaned into her and briefly kissed her sweet lips. "Have a wonderful and safe drive home."

* * * * *

When Burt got back inside the twins were going at it again.

"No, you had him last night, it's my turn!" Judy argued.

Trudy looked to be beside herself with anger. "You took him all for yourself in the recliner while you left me standing in the hallway with a hand down my panties. Last night was just making up for your cruelty."

Burt knew better than to leave it up to them to resolve this and suspected that Trudy would be sour regardless as the evening had progressed in a manner counter to her wishes. He instead would rather enjoy Judy's attention following a successful "first date". But he had to be fair to them both.

"After you finish up Judy will be sleeping with me," he told them in a matter-of-fact tone that left no room for argument. "Trudy, I'll take you out alone to dinner tomorrow night and you'll have me for the rest of the evening."

"Dinner out?" Judy protested. "I didn't get dinner out!"

"You wanted to have Britney over, so you got the dinner you wanted," he reminded her.

The twins traded a final round of barbs as he retired to his bedroom.

* * * * *

Burt was relaxing, naked, under silk sheets when the bedroom door opened and quickly closed. Footsteps sounded and a body slid under the sheets beside him. A soft arm reached over his midsection as a warm, scented body clung to his left side.

"Do you like her?" Judy's voice asked.

He chuckled. "I really do. She's a very beautiful, engaging, and energetic young woman. But I'm not sure I can match that."

"Aw Daddy, don't sell yourself short, I can tell she really likes you," his daughter assured him. "You're going to send her flowers, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am, but I don't think she thinks so," he revealed. "And something else, something special, maybe a nice necklace."

"Oh Daddy!" Judy cried out as she hugged his neck. "I love you so much!"

He patted an arm coiled around him. "I love you too. And thank you so much for inviting her over, it made for such a wonderful dinner."

"Can I again?" she asked hopefully.

He smiled into the darkness before confirming, "She's welcome here anytime. But I need you to tell me why. I mean, why Britney? There's something I'm missing here and I need to know."