Safe and Warm

Staring into one another's eyes so closely, we both blushed. I truly had no idea what Krissy was thinking, but knowing my illicit thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder if hers were equally taboo. She seemed as reluctant as I to break apart.

My housekeeper typically left things spotless, but after a long night of party preparation, further scrubbing was necessary. We finally separated to complete our final tasks.

After thoroughly cleaning the kitchen and neatening everywhere else downstairs, Kris offered, "We should go upstairs, and, you know...make our bed."

"Our bed." The tone of her voice thrilled me. Like we were partners in crime, hiding evidence before the authorities arrived.

Until that second, I wasn't sure. But after hearing the sultry way the words rolled off her tongue, and the soft tenor of her voice, I knew we were kindred spirits. Or hoped so anyway. At the very least, she seemed to recognize that we shared a slightly unconventional father/daughter relationship.

After showering, we both faced the afternoon.

Thankfully, my side of the family arrived first. I watched through the window as my sisters extricated themselves from their cars, then made their way towards my home. Before they could knock, Kris and I opened the door.

With a subtle wave of my hand, I announced, "Hello, everyone...this is Kristin."

I heard high-pitched screams as my siblings crowded in around her, ignoring me completely. "We're so happy to meet you!" my sister Karen roared.

Kris glanced my way over her shoulder, and I just shrugged, "Get used to it."

I then watched my parents slowly walk up the lawn, and knew I had to act. Before they reached Krissy, I leapt into gear, "Sweetie, this is your Nanny and Pa."

Kristin's eyes glistened as she darted first towards my father. "Oh, Pa, it's so nice to meet you."

My heart fluttered as I watched my dad pull Kris into a tight embrace. She dangled in his arms above the ground for a few seconds, before he let her down. "I'm thrilled to meet you too."

I knew Dad would accept my daughter without hesitation, but feared my mother may be standoffish. Mom had always been overprotective of her only son, so I was afraid she might think Heather intentionally tried to trap me, and take it out on Kris. Happily, I was wrong. My mom appeared radiant as she too hugged Kristin. "Welcome to our family," she sputtered, before breaking into tears.

With cracked voice, I heard Krissy groan, "Oh, Nanny. Thank you."

I then watched proudly as Kristin introduced herself to her cousins. As a dad, I loved seeing the happiness etched all over Krissy's face. As a son, brother and uncle, I cherished the positive attention my family heaped on my daughter. These were my peeps, and Kris was now one of them.

Through the open screen door and windows, I heard a vehicle pull into the driveway about twenty minutes later. The Doyle family had apparently arrived.

Kristin looked at me with wide eyes, and nodded her head towards the front of my house. "They're here," she whispered softly.

I felt a slight dull ache in the pit of my stomach, but otherwise was ready to meet the other half of the family. Taking Kris by the hand, I led her to the door.

Standing on the stoop, we watched as two people climbed out of the back seats of an SUV. "That's my Nana and Grampa," I heard from beside me.

From a distance, the female exiting from the driver's side appeared rather spry, looking perhaps in her mid to late 50's. She had a lovely head of blonde hair, slightly streaked with gray, and seemed far too young to be Krissy's grandmother. The gentleman exiting the other side looked older, perhaps mid 70's, very much befitting the image of a granddad.

Kris squeezed my hand and tugged me forward. As we approached the SUV, the driver's door finally opened. Time suddenly stood still. I stopped in my tracks and watched as Heather Doyle stepped to the ground. Heather freaking Doyle. If my life were a movie, music would have begun blaring at that very moment, while her hair twisted upon a sudden breeze.

After closing the car door, Heather turned towards me. The first thing I noticed were her eyes. I recalled the piercing emerald spheres as if I had seen them only yesterday. Although soft care lines now surrounded them, they were otherwise the same. Time had indeed been very good to her.

I was shaken from my reverie when Kristin's grandparents appeared almost out of nowhere directly before my daughter and I. Krissy gave my hand another squeeze, and announced, "Nana and Grampa, this is my da...umm, Ben. This is Ben."

Introductions with Heather's side of the family proved more formal than mine. No hugs were exchanged between her parents and I, just awkward handshakes.

At least Edna, Heather's mom, gave me a warm smile as we shook. Stuart, Kris' granddad, had a dour expression on his face, as though he had just witnessed me kick his dog. I wasn't really surprised though. After all, to him I surely was just the guy who had knocked up his completely innocent daughter 20 years or so before.

"And you remember my mom," Krissy spoke, making me tingle all over. Turning slightly, I found Heather had joined us.

My eyes rapidly darted back and forth between them. The resemblance was uncanny, subtly different, but both gorgeous.

After the cool greeting her parents had given me, I extended my hand. Heather grasped it, but quickly used it for leverage to pull me into a hug. Cheek to cheek, she whispered, "So good to see you again, Ben."

Feeling her lithe body against me, I couldn't help but recall our dirty dancing at the frat house many years prior. "Good, ahh...good to see you too."

Soon our families were mixed together on my back deck, chatting pleasantly if somewhat awkwardly. I firmly wore my host hat, constantly milling about and stopping to ensure everyone was enjoying themselves. Although we barely spoke, my eyes often searched for Kristin in the crowd. More so than anyone else, I hoped she was having a good time.

Stuart finally cracked a smile when I handed him an ice-cold Boston Lager. Kristin had alerted me to his preferences when we stocked up the night before, and she gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up from over his shoulder as we spoke. God, I adored her!

Much like back at State, I found myself drawn towards Heather. And not just because she was beautiful, though she still was. There was just something about her, like she was a portal to my long-lost youth. Perhaps that didn't go unnoticed.

Later, every time I engaged Heather, I found Kristin nearby. At first Krissy's smile beamed brightly as she watched her mom and I speak. I could almost sense she envisioned her biological parents together once more, the three of us finally becoming family.

Yet the more Heather and I reminisced and drew closer, the more Kristin butted in. After Heather and I shared an innocuous laugh about our freshman philosophy class, Kris rapidly inserted herself between us. As she sidled up closely beside me, she firmly announced, "Time to start the grill, Daddy."

As I reluctantly left the conversation, I peered back at Heather. I found her eyes darting between Kris and I, with a puzzled look upon her pretty face. Like me, I think she knew something was amiss. I couldn't help but wonder what she thought when Krissy called me, "Daddy."

Smoke billowed around my head as I tended the kebabs and veggies. Dinner was great, as was the rest of the evening. Before my family departed, I was surprised when Edna invited them all for a cookout at her home two weeks later. I was stunned further when Stuart readily agreed.

Kristin remained beside me after the crowd thinned, like a mother hen watching her young. The two of us escorted her family to their car, and shared goodbyes. Unlike our uncomfortable greeting, hugs were now on the menu. Even Stuart embraced me, muttering for my ears alone, "I can tell you're a good man, Ben. Take good care of our little girl."

"You can count on it, sir."

Heather and I shared a brief embrace, before she climbed behind the wheel. We barely chatted the entire day, which was deeply disappointing. I hoped there would be greater opportunities in the future.

After a lengthy cleanup, Krissy and I flopped down on the couch beside one another. I was spent, wiped out as much from the nervous anticipation of the day as the actual barbeque. I assumed she might be too.

Finally able to relax, I called out, "Alexa, shuffle my mellow mix." Soon, soft music filled the air. Taking stock, I asked, "That went ok, right?"

"Yeah, I think so too."

We enjoyed the tunes for some time, before I shared, "My family adored you."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," I replied honestly.

Kristin could not repress a smile. "Nana and Grampa liked you too."

I was curious she did not mention her mother. "I thought so...or hope so, anyway."

Kris stared at me keenly. "Grampa said something to you as they were leaving. May I ask what?"

"You mean, when we hugged?"

"Un hmm," she nodded.

Knowing she would appreciate the sentiment, I paused for effect. "He told me to take good care of our little girl."

Kristin's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "And what did you say?"

"I told him he could count on it."

Kris let out a soft sigh, and wiggled closer. She leaned her head onto my shoulder, and hugged my arm to her chest.

With the warm, comfortable contact between us, my eyes grew steadily heavier. I fought a losing battle to keep them open and slowly nodded off.

A sudden movement on the couch roused me, snapping my head up and drawing my gaze. I found Kristin nearby, peering my way expectantly. Before I could utter a word, she asked, "So, are you and my mom getting back together?"

"Whoa, what?" I replied, reluctantly jerking to attention. My pulse quickened as I tried to gather myself. Doing my best to remain calm, I inquired, "Why...umm, what brought this on?"

"Well, it seemed the two of you were comfortable today. Maybe like old times."

In truth, since Kristin entered my life, I had pondered the idea of a romantic reunion with her mom numerous times. Heather and I had sex only once, but I'd like to actually remember it in the event it ever happened again. Yet the very thought seemed beyond comprehension.

Kris wore a curious look that I couldn't decipher, leaving me uncertain how best to respond, even if I had been awake for hours. After taking a deep breath, I offered, "Listen, sweetie. I adored your mom at State, I really did. But today was the first time we'd even spoken in about twenty years. A lot has changed since freshman year."

"Like what?"

"Well, like you, for example," I smiled brightly.

After a pause, she asked, "So, you're not getting back together then?"

Although the prospects of dating Heather were not exactly unappealing, I decided to play things cool and lighten the mood. I cupped my hands together and shook them, then joked, "Magic Eight Ball says...outlook not so good."

Krissy broke into a slight grin. I couldn't tell if she found my display amusing or if she was pleased her mom and I would not be getting together. Given her behavior earlier, I assumed it may be the latter.

The comfortable silence we shared earlier had suddenly been replaced by uncomfortable silence. Kris broke first, "I'm pooped. Maybe we should call it a night."

"Hmm, probably a good idea," I replied. After standing and stretching, I added, "But first I need a shower."

Kris stood nearby and scrunched her face adorably. She pinched her nose, and teased, "Pew, you smell like smoke. Better make it a long one."

I playfully swatted her butt, then chased her upstairs as she squealed like a child. Kristin stopped at the guest bedroom door, and stood blushing as she caught her breath. "Thanks for making today so special."

"Every day is special with you."

"Oh, Daddy," she sighed, before engulfing me in an exuberant embrace. Breaking away, Kris winked, "Now go shower, smelly boy."

As I reluctantly trudged towards my room, she added playfully, "And don't do anything in there I wouldn't do."

Standing under the steaming flow, I couldn't help but ponder Krissy's last statement. Did she understand the effect she had on me? Did she have the slightest clue what I had done in the shower during her last visit, with thoughts of her on my mind? God, I hoped not.

Naturally, my mind leapt - just what would Kristin do alone in the shower? And what was she doing that very moment in the bathroom just down the hall? Was she innocently cleansing herself under the waterflow, languidly lathering her skin with copious suds? Or might she be intimately touching herself?

Although dead tired only minutes before, I was now wide awake as I bathed. At first, I imagined myself in the shower behind her, adoringly massaging her scalp as warm water poured over us. Yet I couldn't stop there. I then pictured my hands lovingly soaping Kristin's entire lithe body.

Fully erect and slowly stroking myself, I imagined my thick cock snaking between her slightly parted thighs, to trace up and down her moist pussy. I fought to repress a groan, as in my head I almost heard Kris whimper, "Oh, Daddy."

I barely noticed a slight fluttering of the shower curtain, before a soft voice shook me to my core, "Daddy?"

My hand instantly froze around my shaft, feeling like a kid with his fingers caught in the cookie jar. Pulse racing, I stammered, "Wha...umm...what sweetie?"

"Sorry to bother you, but you're out of shampoo in the other bathroom. I looked in all the cabinets and in the hall closet, but I couldn't find anything."

My clenched muscles relaxed slightly. Damn, I forgot to replace the empty bottle she had mentioned previously. I was certain there was only one option left in the house, which was in with me.

Peeling the curtain back slightly, through the gap I spied bare feet and legs just outside the tub. Afraid she might catch me in a highly uncomfortable moment, I refrained from opening it further. Almost blindly reaching my arm through the opening, I offered Kris my bottle, "Here you go, honey."

"Thank you."

I stood stone-still until I heard the door click closed. Fuck!

As a teen, I had nearly been caught pleasuring myself by my mom. She backed into my room unannounced one Saturday morning carrying a fresh load of laundry, but thankfully seemed oblivious to the tent pitched under my hastily pulled-up sheets.

Although I was certainly shielded from Kris's eyes behind the shower curtain, this seemed exponentially worse. Moms catching their sons jerking off, or finding evidence thereof, to me almost seemed like a twisted rite of passage. Yet children were not supposed to catch their parents in compromising positions, particularly of the solo variety.

Feeling the need to cool down and clear my mind, I adjusted the taps. Frigid water rained upon my head as I rinsed, before I quickly exited the shower. After drying off and dressing for bed in shorts and a tee, I climbed between the sheets.

Spending all day with two stunning women had left me highly stimulated, but with Kris potentially waltzing through my door at any moment, there simply was no way to take the edge off. I was feeling highly out of sorts. Part of me needed sleep, while the other part needed sweet release. Given the myriad of complications, sleep appeared the best option.

Thankfully, my bed was equipped with six fluffy down pillows. I turned onto my side and pulled one to my chest. After pounding another with my fist, I sank my head comfortably upon it.

The cold shower seemed to work its magic, slightly lowering my core temperature on a hot, humid evening. A tower fan blew from near my feet, providing both air and white noise on the still night. I hoped sleep would soon take me.

Before I could drift off, a warm body settled in beside me. "Hmm...hello, Daddy," Krissy whispered, as she spooned behind me.

The silky tone of her voice so close to my ear sent a chill down my spine. A huge part of me wanted to feign sleep, to hide from whatever was to come - because I felt certain something monumental was sure to happen. But I couldn't help myself. Peering back over my shoulder, I sighed, "Hello, princess."

Kristin took the opportunity to lean forward and plant her lips upon mine. After a brief kiss, she breathed in deeply and announced, "Mmm, you don't smell like smoke anymore."

Kris burrowed closer, engulfing me in her arms. A long, lean leg then draped over my hip, while her calf pulled lightly against my inner thigh. Firm tits squashed into my back, as she wiggled her groin to my butt.

We basked in the embrace for what seemed like ages, neither of us uttering a word. With her face tucked so closely behind my ear, Krissy's soft breath tickled my neck every few seconds.

Previously, only lovers had ever held me so intimately. I understood the moment should not have felt erotic - yet it did. Highly erotic. While I fought to clear my head of any illicit thoughts, it was nearly impossible. The woman I found more desirable than any other in the world was wrapped about me like a snake.

Growing overheated by the close contact, I needed breathing room. Mustering the resolve, I rolled onto my back, forcing Kristin slightly away. I hoped she too needed to cool down and might welcome some space. I was wrong.

My plan was certainly not well thought out. Kris took the opportunity to only clamber even further upon me, her head quickly resting on my chest with a soft sigh.

I then felt her hand wander under my shirt, slightly teasing my torso. My body spasmed when her fingers found a sensitive spot along my sides. "Oops, sorry," she giggled.

My right arm crept forward uncontrollably, glancing over her bottom until my hand rested on the bare skin of her hip. Clearly, the tee she was wearing had ridden up slightly. I rolled my wrist, letting just my fingertips dance directly across Krissy's tender flesh, only occasionally interrupted by the thin band of her panties.

Between basking in her gentle caresses, and the touch of her body under my wandering hands, nature inevitably took its course. In spite of my best efforts to remain calm, my cock again throbbed to life.

Although all lamps in the room were off, a slight glow was cast around us by the nightlights in the hallway. Sneaking a peek downwards, the mound in my shorts appeared obvious. Kristin's breathing was soft and steady, so I hoped she had her eyes closed.

Realizing I had made a mistake by rolling on my back, I quickly attempted to rectify the situation. I forcefully twisted my right shoulder upwards, away from her. I had barely moved before Kris exerted downward leverage to hold me in place. "Please don't move, Daddy. This is so comfy," she whined.

I then felt Krissy's inner thigh smoothly graze up my own, finally resting just inches below my crotch. My mind and body shuddered with the close contact. If she hadn't already, my daughter would undoubtably soon notice my excitement. Escape appeared impossible.

I closed my eyes tightly, and tried to flood my brain with images decidedly non-sexual to quell my arousal. When I finally reopened them, I found Kristin had lifted her head from my chest, her face hovering just above my own. Her bright eyes sparkled, even in the diffused light. Very slowly, she leaned in for a kiss. The brief peck I expected lingered.

I moved my left hand to her shoulder to forced her backwards. "Hey, umm...what's going on," I sputtered.

Kris quickly lifted a knee and twisted atop me, straddling my torso. "Alexa, lights on," she barked, and the room immediately brightened.

With light suddenly cast about her, Kristin appeared almost supernatural. Somehow, Demeter, the blonde goddess of fertility, was upon me - poised and ready to do her thing. Only in the darkest recesses of my mind had I imagined myself in just such a position.