Dad's The Man Ch. 08

"Got me all tied up, eh?"

"Well, you might say I left your arms free,... Why you played things so stupidly, whether you thought I was dumb, or what, I don't know, but don't ever think I won't have my eye on you. I can still tie those arms down whenever I want, so you be sure to stay on the track I've put you on. Okay, Auntie?"

She never answered, but that didn't bother me. I didn't expect her to and it told me she had every intention of jumping the track at her earliest convenience, possibly my earliest inconvenience. It's alright, though. Obviously, I can handle her.

We drove the rest of the way in silence, that state only broken when she opened the passenger door in her driveway.

"Peggy, aren't you forgetting something?"

She looked around at me with a sour expression, one foot out the door, not clued in as to what I was talking about.

"Gas money?" I said, still smiling cordially.

She actually paused before opening her purse and going for her wallet in a huff.

"Usually costs between five and ten bucks one way, depends on gas prices. He'll probably want to give it back, once I tell him you insisted. Of course, I intend to convince him to keep it. Yeah, I'll tell him about how you were saying you were so thankful for everything he's done for you and that you really insisted. Well, we'll see. Fifteen bucks oughta do it, by the way."

"I,... I don't have fifteen Dollars!"

"Blew it all on booze, huh?"

" ... Fuck off! Just fuck off, you little fuckin' floozy! You,...!"

She never finished, just dropped her wallet back into her purse, hopped out and slammed the door shut. As she stormed up the driveway, I sat in the nicely heated cab and laughed my head off, not caring if she could hear me or not.

Okay, maybe I carried things too far, but I was stressed. I've been stressed about the Dad/Gina thing and I really don't need Peggy pissing in my face.

When I returned home, I heard Daddy's shower running. I took off my boots and jacket, walked through the kitchen and went down the hall to his room, walking right on through his bathroom door.

"I'm back," I told him, closing the door behind me to keep the nice heat in.

I watched his form behind the steamed, frosted glass. It looked like he was shaving in there and it suddenly occurred to me that I'd never seen him shower before.

"Okay. Hey, what is it with you two?"

"Nothing. She's just upset about the blonde thing. I don't think she can get beyond how much I look like Sheila."

"That's her problem. I asked you once just not too long ago how she was treating you and you said 'fine'. That true?"

"Oh, Daddy, don't worry about it. Ever since you told me about her little problem, it all makes sense and it's nothing to be concerned about."

"Yeah, well, I know her better than you do and I don't like thinking she's talking down to you," he said as I pulled my sweater over my head.

"It's just one of those things," I said, hanging it across two door hooks. "She's depressed, she drinks and she lives in the past, if it wasn't me she fixated on, it would have been something else. I don't take it personally."

He turned around, disposable razor in hand when I opened the shower door to watch him in my bra. He smiled at this a little, but said, "That's no excuse. You're not responsible for anyone else's wrong doings but your own and if she doesn't know that by now, then you tell me and I'll explain it to her."

"See, that's what I want to avoid. She's your sister and,... you know. Besides, she knows she acts unreasonable with me at times. She really doesn't mean it and she's nice to me more often than not, so,... Don't worry about it, it's not worth it."

He didn't answer, only finished up as his cock got hard.

"Daddy, I mean it, don't go causing a ruckus with your sister over this, leave it between the women, okay?"

" ... Yes, yes, alright. But if she goes too far, I wanna know. Don't let me go over there to my ever loving sister's house, being her ever loving brother while she's treating you like shit."

"I won't."

"To tell you the truth, I'm surprised she sided with you on your little 'slow down' initiative."

"I told you, she's not always like that with me, it's just the booze, is all. All done shaving?"

"Yup."

Grab the soap and come here, I'll give you a nice going over. Oh, look how hard you are, Daddy. Did my boobies do that for you?"

"Lately, you just have to walk by sometimes to do that to me."

I took the soap from him and gave him a smiley-kiss.

About twenty minutes later, his cock in my wet bra and between my soaped up boobies, I finally got that mouthful of cum I wanted from him. With my lips sealed around his shaft, just under the rim of his head, I felt each jet of his hot, sticky seed explode against the roof of my mouth as I gently worked my boobies around his fabulous cock.

I kept stroking him as I let his cockhead free, tilted my head back with my eyes closed and felt the mouthful of my father slide down my throat. I smiled thankfully up at him when I was done, having very much enjoyed that.

Both of us satisfied with this, we watched TV with each other a little while longer before he went to bed, me staying up to write. I'll let him sleep alone tonight, so he can be properly rested, but I'll have to watch out for him tomorrow. Can't have him going off to work with the breakfast he had this morning every day. Hopefully, the blowjob I gave him will give him an appetite for real food in the morning.

Mar. 12/09

This morning, I wore another pair of old jeans, gray and snug, along with a black T-shirt with a bra underneath as I waited for him, seated at the kitchen table. I smiled warily, suspiciously when he came in and I got up to get his breakfast with a few glances over my shoulder, he smiling back at me.

"You're having a real breakfast this morning, something good and wholesome."

"You're a pretty unwholesome girl, alright," he joked.

"(giggle) You smooth talker. Hey, guess who I was talking to this morning when I went to check the drainage?"

"I couldn't imagine."

"Irene Mackelright, from across the street, and guess what?"

"What?"

"The water utilities are going up."

"What, again?"

"Double."

"What!?"

"According to her, we can expect a letter soon."

"Ho-ly shit! What are we paying for? The service interruptions, the pebbles that always ruin the faucets every time they get it working again? Fuck, they fixed that leak out in the road twice and now it's leaking again! In the same fuckin' place!"

They say the system's old and deteriorated and they need more money to keep up with the ongoing repairs."

"That's a hundred and fifty bucks per month!"

"Yeah,... You know it'll only get worse, right?"

" ... Yeah, it will, too," he sighed, shaking his head and whispering a curse.

"I've been thinking, maybe we should get our own well." I suggested.

" ... Expensive."

"But, the monthly payment that's going out could be a monthly payment on our own, new system."

"True,... Can you check it out on the internet?"

"Yup, I was going to."

"Okay. Fuck, what a pain in the ass."

"Look at it this way: We'll be getting rid of something that's been a pain in the ass all along."

"This be true, too. Not just a pretty face, are ya?"

"Nope. Okay if I use the truck today?"

"Go ahead."

"Daddy, can we start looking for a car soon? I can kick in with cash and pay the rest back to you, but I need someone to help me find something cool."

"Something cool? Hey, I thought you wanted a truck."

"We have one, we need a nice wifey car."

He chuckled at this and soon started silently laughing.

"What?"

"We'll get you a nice 'wifey car', kitten."

"Something like Gina's car?"

"Oh, that kind of cool."

"Pleeeeease?"

"Yes, yes, we'll get you something like Gina's car."

"Thanks, Daddy," I said, rewarding him with that smile I always knew he loved.

I dropped him off at work, giving him an innocent kiss on the cheek before he got out of the cab, then went and bought myself a cell phone. Once that was done, I contacted Barry, who was very happy to hear from me and thanked me for doing such a great job so far, promising that he had more work soon.

After that, I came home and researched our options where a well was concerned. Then, I spent some time in the garage trying to brainstorm an exercise machine for myself that would give me the kind of muscles Daddy has, not the gym kind. I gave up after a half hour of poking around and thinking, deciding to get his help.

The rest of the day was spent alternatively working out and cleaning the house until it was time to go pick up Daddy, so I got changed and headed out. When we got back, I took my coat off and let him see what I was wearing underneath.

"Kitten, jeez,... you went out like that?"

His eyes were fastened on my chest in the baby blue sweater skirt. Tight fitting, heart stoppingly short and with a plunging, squared neckline.

"My coat covered everything," I said as his eyes wandered around my body. "You like?"

"I love."

"Kisses, Daddy."

We stood there kissing for a few moments, him stooping a little for me while I stood on tiptoes, fingers resting on his chest.

"C'mon, let's eat, I have everything set to go," I invited with a smile, taking him by the hand and sashaying on to the kitchen ahead of him.

"Oh, my,... fuck,..." I heard him breathe.

We ate and I did up the dishes, straightened the kitchen a little and asked him if he needed anything before I sat down.

"Nope, come on over."

I grinned happily and plunked down beside him, snuggling up as his arm went across my shoulders.

"What are we watching?" I asked.

"Let's check out the news for a bit and then try to find something good."

I began unbuttoning his shirt so I could see his nice, hairy chest, smelling the day's dirt and sweat on him, that sexy, unmistakable aroma of manhood.

"Daddy, I wonder,..."

"What?"

"Would you tell me about the days when Sheila was around?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's hard to imagine sometimes. The pictures you gave me seem so hard to imagine. Peggy doesn't seem at all the same in them, I didn't even recognize her at first."

"Everyone was different back then, we were all in our early twenties."

"That's what's so hard to imagine. Would you tell me about it?"

"Not much to tell. Just hometown life, you know. Mum was still alive back then."

"You didn't party, did you?"

"Not really. A little. Peg would drag me out to the bars sometimes, then Sheila, but I never much enjoyed it. The house parties were better."

"Did you all hang out?"

"I didn't so much, but Peg, Sheila and Norah did, plus Dennis and Paul. Peg was the bartender at their favourite bar, so it was a bit of a social scene at the time, if you know what I mean."

"Bartender? Wow. So, I guess that's how you met Sheila, huh?"

"Kinda. Peg knew her first. They came by my apartment once after closing time, woke me up looking for booze."

"What happened then?"

"Well, it was about two in the morning and I had to work the next day- back then, I was a millwright –and I just wanted them to go the fuck away, so I gave them the bottle of rye I always used to have in my freezer."

"Then what?" I asked as my hand roamed over his chest.

"They didn't leave. They sat down and started drinking it right then and there and they were too drunk to care about when my alarm was set for. At the time, I wasn't,... like I am now, so all I could do was go get dressed and wait for them to pass out, or leave. Norah passed out on my couch and Peg stole my bed while I entertained Sheila the rest of the night."

"She saw you undressed?"

"When I came to the door? I was wearing gym shorts."

"Hmm. I can almost put myself in her position. What did you talk about?"

"The usual stuff strangers talk about."

"She asked if you were single?"

"Yes, after a while."

"You liked her?"

"Yeah. She was,... exciting."

"Did you kiss?"

"That night? No. She and Norah came back the next evening after supper. I didn't have to work the next day and she convinced me to go out with them to the club where Peg worked. By the end of the night, Sheila was feeling pretty good and,... friendly."

"She seduced you?"

"You really want to hear this?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

He sighed and went on, saying, "Yes, you might say she seduced me. We all went back to Peg's place. Dennis was just getting home from his shift at the Hospital and the party went on."

"How did she do it?"

"Well,... I was pretty inexperienced at the time,... Actually, I was totally inexperienced and I was pretty nervous about not knowing what to do. I liked being with her and all the rest of it, but I really didn't know how to handle myself."

"So, she got aggressive?"

"Peg told me she had a surprise for me. She told me to close my eyes and follow her. When she told me to open them, I was in her guest room with Sheila and she pretty much took it from there."

"And you fell for her."

"Head over heels."

" ... Daddy, am I like her?"

"No. I mean, yes in some ways, but you're different."

"What ways?"

"You're quick on the uptake like her, but you're more inquisitive about things, not so shallow. You can look beneath the surface at a thing's real value. Most importantly, you're loyal and honest."

"Umm,... I hate to have to ask this, but am I better- I mean do you enjoy sex more with me? Am I better than she was?"

"Absolutely."

"You're not just saying that?"

"No. Sex with her always had this feeling,... like I was lucky to be there. It's not like that with you. Also, you're more,... uhhh,..."

"Forbidden?"

"Well,... yeah, but not just that. You have an innocence that most women seem to lack."

I smiled and snuggled in a little closer.

"You have a better body, too," he went on, "and not just because you're younger than she was. You're better defined. Nice strong legs and arms."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. She didn't have your athletic tone, or your nice tits and ass."

"Daddy! (giggle!)"

"You asked."

"So, you don't see her when you see me?"

"No. Not at all. When I see you, I see my kitten, not that old barfly."

"Good."

"Were you worried about that?"

"A little, yeah."

"Don't be."

"Thanks, Daddy. That means a lot."

"Any time."

" ... Hey, Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"Take your pants off, okay? I know your cock is hard and I wanna suck on it."

" ... See, this is another thing about you," he said, then started unbuttoning his jeans.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You've just got this way about you that could kick start a freight train."

"That's a good thing, right?" I asked, smiling as he pushed his pants down.

"Well, my pants are coming off, aren't they?"

"(giggle)"

"Daddy, will you please cum all over my face?"

"Oh, my god, yes."

"Oh, goody. I love when you do that."

I took my hand from his chest and undid the two buttons at the front of his boxers, his hardness right beneath them. He flinched a little at the incidental contact between it and my fingers until I was finished. With a big smile, I pulled the fly apart, peeking inside his underwear and seeing his magnificent snake.

Reaching in, I took it in gentle fingers and pulled it out, smiling up at Daddy as his breathing quickened.

"I love your cock so much," I said in a trembly, excited voice as I began stroking it lightly, paying more attention to the head. "Sooo nice and hard. Grab me by my hair when you cum in my face, okay?"

"Anything for my kitten."

I rearranged myself on the couch, getting to my knees beside him and leaning over in his lap to kiss the tip of his erection, licking his precum off my lips and tasting it. I licked his cockhead all over, lovingly and excitedly before licking down his shaft, sucking at the front of it, licking my way back up. I spent even more time licking his head again as I pumped him with my hand, making him moan pleasurably as his hand rested on my bum.

I finally began sucking him, starting with his head and slowly moving down on him, loving the feel of my mouth stretching around his thickness.

"Mmm, mmm, mmmbbpf." I said, shifting a little to get more of him in my mouth. "Mmmb. Mmm. (slurp),... Are you sure I'm doing it right?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, no complaints here."

"I need to get between your legs so I can get more of your cock in my mouth. I want to get as much of it in there as I can, so we have to take your boxers off, too."

Daddy readily agreed to this and I soon found myself in a better position to satisfy him from. I began to bob up and down, maintaining suction around some lewd slurping. Then, feeling warmed up, I got down to it.

I slowly pushed my head down further and further on him, feeling his cock head at my throat, my tongue working under his shaft as though coaxing him in. I pressed more, my lips sliding further down his shaft as the gag reflex began to hit, but like it said in the article I read online, I relaxed and breathed through my nose, holding it there for a moment before taking it further in.

"Ngkk."

"Oh, sweetie! Oh, fuck, yeah, suck Daddy's cock." He breathed

"K-uk."

I took it even further, my excitement actually working against me now as I began to tense up. I backed off a little and went again, pushing him even deeper this time. I looked up at him with my eyes half closed. He groaned and moved some of my hair out of my face, playing with it and stroking my scalp while I tried to go even further down on him.

I knew when I reached my limit, at least for now, and I held him there, working my tongue, enjoying this exciting feat, a mouthful of my father's cock. Soon, I began fucking him like that, with my throat, bobbing up and down slightly, mouth spread shamelessly wide and making those dirty, undignified choking sounds.

A short time later, happy that I'd accomplished something productive, I began sucking more energetically, stroking with my hand again and using a lot of saliva. I got so into it that, when he was finally about ready to cum, it came as a surprise when he pulled me, almost completely winded, off of his cock by the hair at the back of my head.

He yelped each time he spurted his hot jism into my face as I moaned wantonly, looking up in his eyes, he into mine while he laced my cheek and nose, my parted lips and my nose again before his heavy load was spent.

We took a shower together and made out a lot in there, he bringing me to orgasm with his fingers while I ran my hands all over his chest. We actually did watch some TV afterwards before we turned in, each of us to our own rooms.

Mar. 15/09

Wow, what a weekend, not even any time to write. Gina and I went to Vancouver, got a hotel room and had a blast. We ate out, we ordered in, we swam in the pool and had some great sex.

Most notably, however, she took me to a lesbian bar. We met an attractive couple, I'd say in their mid thirties, and hung out with them most of the night. We got just a little bit drunk and ended up making out in the dark booth the four of us shared, they watching with horny smiles. At closing time and after we politely turned down an invitation to join them at their apartment for some 'variation', as they put it, we returned to our hotel and had the greatest sixty-nine ever.

I never thought much about the problem between us, but it's a lot harder to ignore now that I'm home and I'm ashamed that I had such a good time. This is awful and it has to stop.

When I did get home, it was later than usual, but Daddy was still up, so I sat and told him about most of my weekend, eventually falling asleep with my guilt on the couch beside him.

Mar. 18/09

As I mentioned the other night, Daddy agreed to help me build an exercise machine. Well, I went and picked up an old, used exercycle and a few other things so we could get started on it tonight, but the evening was a lot more productive than I would have thought.