Heartbreakers Ch. 03

"I don't know what you're talking about, dad."

"I know you're up to something, so what is it?"

"I swear; I don't know what you're talking about."

Once Shelly finished up, she gathered her little bucket of supplies and prepared to make her way upstairs, where she was going to repeat the chore in the next bathroom. Before she left, she paused behind her dad. Simon, expecting another finger up his butt, paused to stare at her through the mirror. Instead of the usual prank, Shelly reached around his waist and patted his crotch, then left.

This left Simon stunned and staring at his reflection. Never before had Shelly touched his crotch. Not only had his daughter gotten near it, but she'd gone as far as to pat his cock through his pajamas. He never wore anything underneath, so he was certain she'd gotten a good feel of it. It disconcerted Simon enough that once he was done, he went into the garage where the washer and dryer were, to discreetly tell his wife about it.

Minutes later, Stephanie made an appearance in the upstairs bathroom. "Shelly, is there anything you want to talk about?"

"No, not really. Why? What's going on?"

"Your father told me that you're acting strange."

"How?"

His mother looked uncertain. "Well, he didn't say exactly. He just said you were acting strange. I don't know what he meant by that so I came to ask you."

"Look, the only thing that happened is he wouldn't move out of my way when I was cleaning the bathroom. So I had to push him. I didn't want to wait half an hour for him to finish flossing his teeth. I wanted to finish up and get out of there. What's the big deal?"

Stephanie looked satisfied with the explanation, so she went back downstairs.

Once Shelly finished with the chore, she went back into her room and checked her phone. There was a new message from Mindy.

PROGRESS REPORT, it said.

WORKING ON IT STILL, she wrote back.

Unfortunately, no new opportunity to continue her advances presented themselves for the rest of the day. With some annoyance, she typed in another message late in the evening.

NO GO, MAYBE TOMORROW, PICK YOU UP AT SEVEN.