Closed Doors Ep. 07 (Pt. 01)

"I got home before you did," Stacy Marie explained. "And I came in here because I needed mascara." She had made it around the foot of the bed and now stood directly in front of him, facing him as he sat at the end of the bed with his red throw pillow between his legs.

"It-, it" he stammered nervously, "it's probably in the bathroom." He threw his head nod toward the direction of the bedroom's private en suite.

"It can wait."

Paul looked at her anxiously, completely uncomfortable and clueless in the situation that he found himself in.

"Daddy," Stacy Marie said softly, sweetly. "Let me do that for you."

"What?" Paul blurted with a confused look which widened to the shock of realizing her meaning. "No..."

"Yes, daddy. You shouldn't have to resort to this. You deserve more. Someone's soft touch." Stacy Marie knelt down in front of him, looking up into his eyes as she continued. "Let me do this for you."

Her hand snaked up his leg and disappeared under the pillow.

"Sweetheart..." Paul trailed off when he felt her small hand wrap itself around his half-erect phallus.

"It's okay, daddy. It's not like it's sex. I'm just doing what you were doing."

"But-, my daughter..."

"Daddy, I don't mind. I want to do this. For you."

"But-"

"Shhh..." Stacy breathed. "Just relax." She started stroking him. He grew hard almost instantly in her hand and soon Stacy Marie tossed the red pillow to the floor, uncovering him. While he wasn't big, his penis wasn't small either. He was a good size. Looking, taking in his nude form for the first time, she realized how attractive he still was. He was 42, but he still worked out, so he had good tone. And he had that distinguishing graying of his dark hair around his temples.

Paul kept his gaze down, watching, but not really believing what was happening. Stacy Marie looked up at him, picking up a look in his eyes that conveyed he might want to say something but wasn't quite sure of how, or if he even should.

"What is it, daddy?" Stacy Marie asked innocently. "Am I not doing it right? Not how you like it?"

"No, no," he said, drawing in a sharp breath, his speech contracting from the sensations churning in him. "Nevermind, it's nothing."

Stacy Marie's hand paused, but still gripped the cock. "What is it? You can tell me."

"It's just-," Paul began, anxious and embarrassed, doubting if he should bring it up. "Would you take your towel off? Nevermind, forget it."

Stacy Marie smiled real big at seeing this side of her father. He was endearingly sweet, even in this most unexpected of all situations. Letting her grip slip from him, she stood up. "You want to do it for me?"

Paul looked at her, unsure. She nodded at him with an encouraging smile, letting him know it was completely alright. Slowly, tentatively, he reached out and lightly took hold of the towel where it was held together between her breasts. With a light pull, the towel came undone and swiftly fell to the floor.

Paul stared in admiration at the sight of his daughter's completely nude body. He ran his eyes up and down taking in the sight of her perky, alabaster breasts down to her curvy hips and shapely ass, to her thighs and the manicured treasure contained between them. In a whisper, almost to himself, he breathed, "God, you're beautiful."

Stacy Marie smiled as she got back down to her knees between Paul's spread legs. "Thank you, daddy," she replied, taking his erection back into her grasp. She resumed her stroking. Paul kept his eyes on everything that had always been hidden from his eyes.

However, as Paul hadn't heard Stacy Marie come in to the bedroom a few minutes ago, likewise Stacy didn't hear the doorknob either. What stole her attention was the motion in the corner of her eye. The door was opening.

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"Is there anything we can get you?" Hayley asked as they got Jack down onto his bed. They had just brought him back from the hospital.

"I could do with some food," he mentioned. He pulled off his t-shirt and laid back, resting his head on a pillow.

"We don't really have much here," Hayley thought out loud. She looked over to Zooey for an idea.

"I could go pick something up, if it would help," Zooey offered in her German accent.

"Really?" Hayley asked to make sure. Zooey nodded.

"Okay," Hayley said. She started towards the stairs. "I'll go get you the keys."

Jack gave Zooey his order by the time Hayley had come back upstairs. She handed Zooey the keychain. Zooey leaned forward and gave Jack a light kiss on the forehead. "I will be right back. Fifteen minutes." Hayley watched her as Zooey descended the stairs and left.

Hayley walked around to the other side of Jack and crawled onto the bed, laying down on her back beside him with a heavy exhalation. They both stared up at the ceiling in silence for a few moments.

"Hayley?" Jack asked, breaking the quiet and snapping her out of her drowsiness.

"Yeah, Jack?"

"What really happened last night?"

Hayley didn't answer. She just turned her head and looked at Jack beside her. Jack turned to look at her, too.

"I mean," Jack went on, "I know that what you told the doctor and stuff isn't true. Nobody had the chance to spike your drink last night. It was always with me. Besides, I had beer. I never drank anything else. Other than the shots."

Hayley continued to stare at him silently with worried eyes. They were watering up as she broke down crying and told him. "We're so sorry, Jack. We didn't know it was going to happen like that. Kara was just trying to get back at you for teasing her all night with that remote, so she slipped it in your beer, but we never thought-"

"Oh," Jack said soothingly, pulling Hayley into his arms and holding her as she broke into wordless sobbing, "come here. Shhh. It's okay." It took her a few minutes to calm down while Jack held her and rocked her gently.

"What did she put in it?" Jack asked when Hayley had calmed down.

"Viagra," Hayley answered with a sniffle. She lay on her side against Jack and stretched an arm out across his stomach.

Jack was quiet for several moments. Then, he started chuckling. Hayley lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at him confused. "What's so funny?"

"That is. Viagra," he answered, laughing more. "I mean, it sucks about the hospital bit and everything, but it's kinda hilarious when you look at it."

Hayley still didn't get the humor. "But you were unconscious, you could have broken your neck when you fell like that. You did end up in the hospital."

Yeah," Jack stopped her. "But I'm fine. And last night was as fun as it was frustrating." He smiled at her. For the first time, she let a smile curve her lips.

"You had fun?" Hayley asked with her grin.

"Absolutely."

Hayley moved her lips to his and gave them a little kiss. "With me?" she asked. Jack nodded. They stared at each other for a few seconds, their faces inches apart, before their lips fell back together in an intense kiss. Hayley curled her leg up on Jack as she felt his hands roam down her back.

The sound of the door to the cabana opening downstairs made them pause. Reluctantly, and without a word, Hayley sat up, looking down at Jack. She wiped her lips and adjusted her clothes before sliding off the bed just as Zooey made it up the stairs with the food.

"I'm back," Zooey said with a smile as she walked over to Jack's side of the bed with the bag from McDonalds.

Hayley looked back at Jack. A sad look crossed her face before she quietly turned away and walked downstairs. Jack saw it.

"I made them give you lots of Hot Mustard," Zooey told Jack as she started pulling items out of the bag, oblivious to the exchange of looks, or the kissing even, that had just happened between the brother and sister.

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"What the FUCK IS THIS?!?" came the yelling from Deanna, Paul's wife and Stacy Marie's mother.

Both father and daughter simultaneously jumped up and away from the bed as if the force of the sound waves from the top-of-the-lungs yelling had blown them back a couple of feet.

"Deanna-" Paul started. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his daughter drop and grab the bath towel, covering herself by holding it up to her when she stood back up. Paul decided that it was probably pointless to try and cover himself now, as his hard cock stood straight up for close to seven inches anyways.

"Oh, please," Deanna said, "don't let me interrupt you."

Father and daughter took it sarcastically, remained silent.

"I MEAN IT! KEEP GOING!!"

"Wha-" Paul began, glancing, confused, at his daughter and back to his wife. "What are you talking about?"

"Okay. Let me say this real slow so that you understand: You, my husband, sit your ass back down on the bed. And you-" she turned her eyes to Stacy Marie, "you, my slut daughter, get back down on your fucking knees, reach your hand out, and finish jacking your father off."

Father and daughter were still confused, shocked at the demand, and Stacy Marie was a little scared.

"Well?" Deanna asked, looking at both of them. "Would you rather I just call the police? It is illegal, what you're doing."

Paul and Stacy Marie glanced at each other. Clearly, they didn't understand what was going on, but they didn't like Deanna's mention of the police. Slowly, Paul moved and sat back down on the bed. Stacy Marie, still wildly unsure and confused, looked at her father. Then her mother.

"Well?" Deanna chirped impatiently. "Drop to your knees, whore."

Stacy Marie uneasily knelt down in front of her father again. A few moments later she reached out slowly and started stroking him. She purposefully didn't look at either of her parents.

Deanna slid the chair from her vanity table next to the incestual action and sat down, observing them.

To her own surprise, Stacy Marie wasn't feeling the way she would have expected. She was angry. Angry at the humiliation her mother was attempting to impose. Angry at the loving atmosphere between her and her father that was smashed by her mother. Angry at the way her mother was treating her father, and her. Angry at the fact that she was now being forced, instead of being voluntary, as she was earlier. Angry at the fact that she didn't dare stop because she knew, without a doubt, that her mother would follow through on her threat about the police.

"So," Deanna interrupted the silence as her daughter stroked her husband, "I have such a slut of a daughter that she comes on to her own father. That's fucking great. It isn't enough that you probably throw yourself around everywhere else, huh? You have to throw yourself around my home, too."

Stacy Marie looked up at her father's face, continuing to jack him off. Her eyes were watering a little. His eyes met hers and the look was one of resigned support. Silently, he was telling her, "Block her out, it isn't true, let's just get through this." She appreciated it.

"My daughter," Deanna intruded again, "jacking off her daddy. Daddy's little girl, huh? Why doesn't Daddy's Little Girl just suck her daddy's cock?"

For the first time, Stacy Marie looked at her mother.

"Yeah, that's right, you little bitch. Suck. His. Cock."

Stacy Marie glanced back to her father for a moment, then leaned her mouth forward and slid his erection into it. Paul, as a reflex, let out a moan as his shaft was enveloped in Stacy's warm, moist mouth.

"Oh, yeah. I think he likes that," Deanna smirked. "Daddy's little slut daughter with her lips wrapped around his dick."

After several more minutes of stroking and sucking, and Deanna's cruel commentary, Paul's body began to tense up. Deanna picked up on it.

"Oh yeah, little princess Stacy is sucking daddy's cock and making him cum."

Paul's body tensed up more on the verge of an orgasm.

"Pull it out, Paul, and shoot it all over her face. Let her have what the little slut wants."

Without hesitation, his body on automatic pilot, Paul grabbed his shaft out of his daughter's mouth, furiously stroking it. With a sudden blast, his pearly, creamy cum shot out hitting her eyes, then her forehead, an ear, her cheeks, and finally drizzling some out on Stacy Marie's lips and chin.

"Yean, oh yeah," Deanna said and clapped sarcastically. "That was the best, wasn't it?"

Paul's body relaxed back onto the mattress while he caught his breath. Stacy Marie, one eye shut because of the cum dripped on it, reached down to the floor for her towel to wipe herself off.

"No!" Deanna stopped her. "Leave that fucking towel on the floor."

Stacy Marie quickly let go of it.

"Now, stand up straight. Let me look at you."

Stacy Marie slowly stood up. Instinctively, she tried covering her breasts with an arm and her crotch with a hand.

"No, no. Don't cover up," Deanna laughed evilly. "After all, you just blew your father, covering yourself now doesn't really mean anything, now does it?"

"Deanna-" Paul began before being cut off by her hand flying up, telling him to shut up.

"Now," Deanna said to her daughter, "you cheap fucking whore-"

"Deanna-" Paul tried to interrupt, his best attempt yet at a strong tone.

"You," Deanna spat out, pointing her finger at him, "you fucking pervert. You just shut the fuck up."

And he did. He knew as well as Stacy Marie did that if they crossed her just now, his wife would have no problem at all with calling the police. She would probably enjoy it. She was vindictive like that.

"Back to what I was saying," Deanna started again, scolding now, turning back to her daughter. "You, whore, get the fuck out of my house. Get the fuck out and don't even consider coming back."

Stacy Marie looked at her mother with wide, shocked eyes.

"NOW!!" Deanna screamed.

Stacy Marie scurried towards the door and slipped out into the hall, her crying becoming more and more audible as she did.

"The car stays here, you ungrateful bitch!" Deanna yelled out after her daughter.

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"One more left," Zooey said as she sat back down on the bed by Jack's legs. He was sitting up, reclined back against the headboard, eating a fry. Just returning from outside at the Escalade, she finally managed to get her bags and stuff inside and up to the loft. She picked the last McNugget from the little cardboard box, dipped it in a pool of hot mustard, and teasingly slipped it into his mouth. Taking care of the patient.

Jack smiled as he chewed and glanced over at her luggage. "So," he grinned, "you just assumed you were gonna be sleeping up here with me?"

Zooey immediately recognized the scene she was participating in. Jack was too playful to be serious. "Well," she said innocently and demurely looked up at him, "I'm sorry. I just thought - I could just take them down to the empty room." She started to get up from the bed but was halted by Jack leaning up and grabbing her arm and pulling her over on top of him. She started giggling as Jack kissed her.

"You taste like hot mustard," she smiled up at him, laying half over his body.

"You're the one who got extra."

"I guess I shouldn't complain, then, should I?" Zooey folded her hands on Jack's chest, resting her chin on them, and looked up at him with a soft curve in her lips, and a little bat of her eye. "I take it you might let me stay up here after all?"

"Maybe," he kissed her as he gave her a squeeze, "if you're a good girl. I mean, I guess I should probably have someone to nurse me back to health. I did just get out of the hospital and all."

Zooey smiled. "I could be a nurse." She kissed him lightly, and sat back up. With a mock-professional tone, highly exaggerated, Zooey asked, "Is there anything I can get you, sir? Are you in any pain?"

Jack laughed. "No, no pain. I could use the medication from my bag, through."

"Oh, okay," Zooey said, standing up, snapping out of the play-acting. "Where is it?"

"I think it's downstairs," he answered. "That's the last place I saw it. In my bag."

Zooey nodded. "I'll be right back." She took a few steps, then turned back around. "What does it look like, the bag?"

"Oh, it's that black camera bag," Jack said, pausing a moment, somewhat chagrined. "The one you, uh, got the condom out of yesterday."

Zooey blushed, unable to stop a grin. She nodded and resumed her mission. A few minutes later, she returned with the bag and a glass of water. She sat the bag on the bed by Jack and the glass on the nightstand. "I was going to get you something colder to drink, but it seemed like everything in your refrigerator was alcohol. I didn't think that was a good idea right now," she explained.

"Yeah," Jack nodded while digging into the bag and pulling out two prescription bottles, "that's Kara for you."

Jack opened one of the bottles, removing a capsule, and took it while Zooey handed him the water to wash it down. From the other bottle he too out two tiny blue pills and swallowed them. Zooey recognized the Xanax.

"Am I making you nervous, Jack?" she asked seriously.

Jack shook his head while he swallowed. "No, no. Only in all the good ways." Zooey smiled.

Jack went on. "Just need to keep them in my system. Doctor's orders, and I haven't had any today. You want some?"

Zooey looked at him, unsure if she should. They did make me feel good last night during the four hour Monopoly game.

Jack shook out two into his palm and held them out to her. "After the look on your face all morning, you look like you could use it." She looked at him for a few more moments, glancing once down at his hand, then smiled and accepted them. Jack handed her the glass of water.

"So, Nurse Zooey," Jack grinned, "I am feeling a little cold. Do you think you could find something to keep me warm?"

Zooey laughed at the resumption of the game. She looked around the loft exaggeratedly. "Well," she began in an apologetic, professional voice, "I'm sorry sir, but it seems that we are fresh out of extra blankets."

"Oh," Jack smiled. He scooted over on the bed to allow room for Zooey to lay down beside him. "Is that so?"

"Yes," Zooey smiled. "I do apologize. But I'm not that busy right now. I suppose, if you wanted, I could lay here with you. I'm kind of warm. Maybe that might help."

"Who am I to question a medical professional?" Jack grinned.

Zooey smiled and started untying her shoes, kicking them off to the floor when they were loose. She also took off the colored button-up shirt she was wearing and tossed it over to a chair, leaving her in her tight, baby blue tank top and her form-fitting white Capri's. She lay down on the bed, scooting up to Jack and laying on her side facing him. She rested her head down on a pillow.

Jack slid down from his upright position against the headboard to mirror Zooey, facing her on his side. He slid closer up to her, stopping just a foot from her body. He looked at her silently for several long moments.

"What?" Zooey spoke quietly. An anxious, but comfortable, smile curling her lips.

"I was just wondering something," Jack answered, speaking as quietly as she had.

"What are you wondering?"

"Well," he started to elaborate, "and I mean absolutely no offense by any of this. Just wanted to preface with that."

Zooey nodded, accepting his clarifying statement. Jack continued, "I mean, I really like you."

Zooey smiled and got her head a little more comfortable on the pillow, her body leaning in towards Jack's a few inches more.

"But we just met yesterday," he whispered on, "and as wonderful as that was, and it was wonderful, I was wondering why you stayed here today. You were supposed to be leaving, your family left. But you stayed, on instant decision from what I could tell from Hayley."

"Well," Zooey started, but paused for a few moments to arrange her words. "Alright. First, since you got to preface your thoughts, I'll preface mine."