Rebecca and John Pt. 08

Author's note: This is the eighth chapter in the story of Rebecca and her father John, in which they bring along Janie to a birthday party that they'd have preferred to miss.

I strongly recommend reading the previous chapters before this.

I won't say that the story is irrevocably concluded after this part - I generally don't do that, since I like to keep my options open - but it does wrap things up for now. Although I am tentatively working on a sequel set a while later, I'm not sure if it'll pan out, and in any case, it will likely not be among the next things I publish.

This part took even longer to write than the previous ones. For once, I can't blame my day job - this time, it's been a combination of vacation (funny how you always seem to be so busy while trying to relax) and some rather sudden unexpected changes in my life that I'm currently dealing with.

Also, I tend to get distracted a lot by new story ideas, and these last weeks have been particularly "bad" in that respect.

Don't worry, I'm still getting some decent writing time in, and I will keep the stories coming.

As for content warnings, this story is very heavy on daddy-daughter and female orgasm denial stuff, and it's a slow burn that's heavy on the romance. A kinky love story, if you will. Again, there's a bit of spanking in there, as well as some light consensual slut-shaming.

Once more, thank you all for spending your precious reading time on my scribblings. I really like these characters (I've had a few complaints about Janie's dialect being unreadable, but true to form, she doesn't give a fuck about that), and I'm gratified that so many others seem to like them too.

And who knows? Maybe we'll meet them again someday.

Enjoy!

That Damn Birthday Party

And then it was Saturday.

The girls were practically twitching with need as they got up - Janie had slept over again - and they started begging for him to touch them almost as soon as they came down the stairs, rubbing their bodies against his with all the dignity of two alley cats in heat.

They hadn't even shown the basic decency of getting dressed before coming down, and they were both completely naked except for the chastity belts they wore.

John decided immediately that there would only be a very limited amount of naughty stuff until the hellish party was over and done with. There was no way he could show up with two teenage girls - one of whom was his own daughter, no less - who were this blatantly and desperately cock-hungry to a party full of upper-class prudes, particularly since this specific bunch included Rebecca's mother.

They'd need a good while to cool off beforehand - with the added complication that he'd have to remove their belts for the party, since the outline of Rebecca's would likely show through her practically skin-tight black dress, while Janie's might well be revealed because her short white skirt flew up easily when she turned around quickly, and he hardly expected the lively blonde to stay off the dance floor.

But he'd have a little fun first. After all, the girls were obviously already warmed up and aching for his attention. Literally warmed up, it seemed - as he felt their hot skin against his, they both practically felt like they were running a temperature.

"This is most inappropriate behavior for young ladies, as you both know very well," he scolded in that stern voice they'd come to know so well. "Please control yourselves."

"But daddy," Rebecca whined petulantly as she ground herself against his right hip, her breathing heavy and ragged. "We can't go like this - we need to cum so bad!"

"Please, Mr. Fairchild," Janie chimed in beggingly in her trademark drawl, rubbing her belted crotch ineffectually against him from the left. "Jest let us have one tiny li'l orgasm! Please!"

He pushed them away gently but firmly.

"How many times do I have to tell you two? Little girls don't need to cum," he stated. "Repeat, please."

Rebecca stepped back and looked down obediently as Janie did the same, looking suitably ashamed - which wasn't easy, since those words just made her arousal flare up even more, sending a warm tingle down her spine and straight into her pussy. She felt herself clenching.

"Little girls don't need to cum," she murmured, managing an appropriately contrite tone despite her raging need. Janie echoed his words as well.

"Hands on your heads, please," he said in that wonderfully authoritarian tone. They obeyed immediately.

"Legs wide," he added.

They blinked in surprise. His words had led Rebecca to expect him to send them back upstairs to get properly dressed immediately, but apparently, he had other plans. She felt a fresh shiver washing through her body, worsening the ache between her legs.

When he held up the keys to both their belts, she shuddered and heard Janie gasp softly.

"You girls will be put to the test today," he began. He paused, his eyebrow raised, and it took Rebecca a second to realize he was waiting for some sort of acknowledgment.

"Yes, daddy," she murmured.

"Yes, Mr. Fairchild," Janie belatedly added as she caught on too.

"Good," he nodded. "To illustrate, let me ask each of you a couple of questions. And be honest if you want any chance of an orgasm anytime soon."

That sure got their attention, he grinned inwardly - both of them nodded eagerly, clearly determined to be on their best behavior.

"Rebecca," he began, looking at her.

"Yes, daddy?" she said immediately.

"Are you a horny little girl?" he asked.

"Yes, daddy," she nodded vigorously, her voice a little shaky. "A very horny little girl."

"I see. And would you like to rub your pussy right now?"

"Yes, daddy," she breathed, thoroughly excited just thinking about it. "I-I'd like that very much."

"Even though Janie is right there, watching everything?" he asked.

She glanced at Janie, licking her lips.

"Yes, daddy," she admitted. "I would."

"In front of your own father?" he asked.

"Yes, daddy," she whispered contritely, cheeks red.

He smiled and walked casually over to her. Then he took his time unlocking her belt, discarding it on the floor next to her with a soft clink, before stepping back.

The cool air brushing between her legs felt delicious, reminding her that she was on display. Her hips kept twitching despite her attempts to keep them still.

"Do you like showing off how wet and needy your pussy is, baby girl?" he smiled.

"Y-yes, daddy," she nodded, managing to sound ashamed of herself. "It... it makes me feel naughty."

"That's because you are a naughty little girl, Rebecca," he said, shaking his head in vague disapproval. "Little girls should always be properly dressed."

"Yes, daddy," she murmured, looking down. "I know, daddy."

"But you're too horny to care, right?"

"Yes, daddy," she whispered. He chuckled as he saw her lady parts twitching.

He nodded thoughtfully to himself, apparently coming to some conclusion. He let his fingertips brush along her slit, and she let out an involuntary moan, her hips twitching. Then he looked at Janie.

"And Janie?" he said.

"Yes, Mr. Fairchild?" she replied eagerly, licking her lips and squirming slightly.

"If I were to let you hump my leg, would you do it?" he asked.

"Yes!" she blurted, her green eyes glazing over at the bare thought. "Um, yes, Mr. Fairchild," she corrected herself politely.

"Right here, in front of Rebecca?"

"Yes, Mr. Fairchild," she nodded, her own remorseful tone excellent despite the obvious arousal tinging her voice.

"What if I recorded the whole thing? Made you say how much of a horny little slut you are, made you squirm and beg for it, would you do it? On camera?"

"Yes, Mr. Fairchild," she confessed, managing to sound is if she was horrified at herself.

"And if I told you in advance that I'd upload it to some porn site...?"

"Yes, Mr. Fairchild," she said. "I... I would."

"Even if I wouldn't let you cum?"

"I'd still dew it, Mr. Fairchild," she whispered. "I... I can't help it."

"I know you can't, Janie," he cooed soothingly, coming over to caress her cheek gently. "And we both know why, right?"

Janie nodded.

"Tell me," he said, taking hold of her belt and slipping the key into the lock.

Janie was momentarily distracted. She'd found Rebecca's reaction to being unlocked a little funny when she first saw her moaning and squirming as he did it, but she fully got it now. Her eyes fluttered shut and she let out a long, shuddering sigh.

She was pulled back to reality by John yanking her belt up, making her squeak and shudder at the sensation. She gasped and looked at him.

"Sorry, Mr. Fairchild," Janie said, trying to remember what she was supposed to be doing. "I... I... Uh... Whut wuz I sayin'?"

"You were explaining to my daughter and me why you'd humiliate yourself on camera just for the chance to hump my leg," he prompted, a little more firmly.

She swallowed and tried to focus hard as she heard the tiny click and he began to gently open her belt.

"Because I'm a horny li'l slut," she breathed as the plate came away, revealing her sopping slit to him.

"That would explain how wet you are down there, young lady," he said, looking down at her crotch.

Just knowing that he was looking made her heartbeat quicken. She felt herself clenching and a slow trickle of her viscous juices leaving her body.

"Oh, there you go," he commented, the corner of his mouth curling in amusement. "That's an eager little pussy you got there, Janie."

"Y-yes, Mr. Fairchild," she nodded, groaning as she felt herself vicing again under his scrutiny.

"Oh, my," he chuckled, kneeling down to have a closer look. She twitched again - it was excruciatingly wonderful to have him inspect her like this.

"And do you like to put your wet, desperate pussy on display like this? For your friend's dad, no less?" he asked, mirroring his earlier question to Rebecca.

"Yes, Mr. Fairchild," Janie whispered. "I-I like it very much."

He reached down between her thighs and took gentle hold of her clit, rolling it between his fingers. Janie let out an unbridled moan of pleasure, but he released her again. She groaned with frustration.

He stood up and stepped back. The blonde's hips bucked helplessly in his direction as he did so, eager for his touch.

"And that's why today is going to be so hard for you girls," he said, looking back and forth between them.

Rebecca and Janie glanced at each other before looking back at him, looking a little puzzled.

"Um," his daughter ventured, "why, daddy?"

"Because you won't be wearing your belts," he said. "But that doesn't mean you can touch yourselves - understand? You girls are strictly hands-off until I tell you otherwise."

They murmured an affirmative, looking down.

"A little louder for the back row, please," he prompted in that wonderful teacher tone.

"No touching," they chorused, looking turned on and more than a little dismayed at the prospect. They'd both gotten used to the belts preventing them from doing so.

The hint of a smile softened his stern expression for a fleeting moment.

"And you will both be wearing your panties the whole time," he added.

Another grudging affirmative. The disappointed and slightly annoyed looks they both almost managed to suppress nearly made him laugh, but he was able to maintain his act.

"The whole time," he repeated. "That means no slipping them off in the car," he added, "and no sneaky undressing in the bathroom while we're there. Panties on, you hear me?"

"Yes, daddy," Rebecca pouted, a tad despondently. "Panties on," she added in the same tone.

"Panties on," Janie echoed obediently, looking somewhat less than enthusiastic.

"My good little girls," he nodded. They both beamed back at him, frowns evaporating at his approval.

"But before you get dressed," he said after a short pause. "There's the matter of your behavior this morning. Very inappropriate," he chided, shaking his head at them.

"Sorry, daddy," Rebecca said contritely.

"W-we didn't mean to," Janie added.

"Be that as it may," he interrupted, "I still have to punish you both."

They nodded, trying to hide how much they'd like that.

"It's for your own good, understand?"

They nodded again.

"Good girls," he said. "Now, follow me."

The two naked girls trailed him eagerly, like a pair of obedient puppies, as he went up the stairs towards his bedroom.

"Face down on the bed, please," he ordered. "Legs spread, hands on your backs."

The girls took their places, Rebecca noticing that he'd put down a towel for each of them. It sent a shiver through her, and she shared a quick delighted glance with her friend as John cuffed them both and sat down between them.

She let out an involuntary moan as she felt his hand on her thigh, his fingertips brushing along the sensitive inside tantalizingly close to her pussy. She heard Janie sighing contentedly as he began caressing her too.

"Stop squirming," he said, and both girls murmured an affirmative as they tried to control their twitching hips. It wasn't easy - free of their belts, the delicious sensation of the covers against their most sensitive parts was intense, and it took constant focus not to grind into the bed.

She heard the sound of Janie yelping, overlaid with a loud slap.

"I said stop squirming," John repeated.

"Sorry, Mr. Fairchild," Janie panted. "I-I'm tryin'."

Rebecca squeaked as his palm impacted against her own butt.

"That goes for you too, princess," he added.

"Yes, daddy," she nodded. "Sorry, daddy."

"Good girls," he chuckled after a moment. "Now stay still while I punish you, or you'll get more of those."

Rebecca just had time to consider squirming a little just to make him spank her again, but she quickly dropped the idea as she felt his finger tracing her slit before sliding slowly inside.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. Janie moaned in the background.

"Be quiet," he ordered, punctuating his remark by pulling his hands away and giving them both a solid smack on their upturned bottoms, making them both cry out again. "You sound like a pair of whores."

They both managed to nod energetically, their hands straining against the cuffs.

"Now," he said, his voice low and calm. "How many edges do you girls feel you deserve?"

"Um... five?" Rebecca ventured, hoping that the number was high enough for him not to go much further - there was no way her orgasm-starved body could handle much more than that at this point without tipping over.

"Janie?" he prompted.

"Five saounds abaout right, I think?" she tried, a little unsure about herself.

"Well, five plus five equals ten, doesn't it?" he mused, making them both groan. "So, ten edges it is. Good call, girls!" he added cheerfully.

"B-but daddy," Rebecca whined. "I can't take - "

"Be quiet," he said firmly. "If either of you can't handle it, I'll let you ruin."

"Yes, daddy," Rebecca murmured, fully understanding his intention. God, she was loving this.

"Janie?" he prompted, slapping the blonde's ass again as if to get her attention.

"Yes, Mr. Fairchild," she yelped belatedly.

"Good girls," he chuckled, letting his fingers tickle between their legs again.

"And if you do ruin..." he started.

"Yes?" Rebecca asked.

"Make sure to squirm and wiggle around a lot," he smiled. "Put on a good show for daddy."

"Yes, daddy," Rebecca nodded.

"I will, sir," Janie agreed.

"Now, let's begin..."

*****

Although the girls tried their best to be quiet and stay still as he fingered them, they couldn't stop themselves from the occasional strained groan or whimper as they held back as best they could.

Effortlessly maintaining his stern expression, John smiled inwardly at how hard they tried despite all three of them knowing they'd never last the full ten edges he'd decided on. On their own, each of them might well have endured, but together, it seemed the presence of one somehow amplified the other's arousal, making it much harder for them to restrain themselves.

After her fourth edge, Janie knew she wouldn't be able to handle the next one.

"No, no, no, no," she whimpered. "No, please," she begged, "please let me cum."

"There'll be none of that now," he replied sternly as she felt his fingers spread her labia and start moving into her once again. "Be quiet and take it."

Janie gritted her teeth and tried her best to hold on as the wonderful feeling filled her... but, knowing her friend was beside her, watching her, she just couldn't.

"Oh," she exclaimed, back arching as she tumbled head over heels towards the edge. "I can't, I can't, I'm sorry, Mr. Fairchild, I'm gonna c-"

"No you're not," he simply said, keeping up his movements until he felt her contract around his fingers as she started to orgasm before pulling out.

She let out a keening cry as her hips started bucking, desperate for more of the stimulation he'd robbed her of. She yelped as he slapped her ass, then groaned as she felt his fingers spread her slit open so he could watch her clenching.

Fucking dee-licious.

"That's it," he said, giving her another smack with his other hand. "Squirm for me, Janie. Put on a good show."

"Y-y-yes, sir," she groaned, her body on fire with need for the release he'd denied her.

"And keep your legs spread," he instructed as he used his now free hand to squeeze his cock through his pants. "Yeah, that's it. Show me what a slut you are."

She managed to nod, her eyes squeezed closed as her body writhed itself through the rest of what looked like a thoroughly frustrating ruin.

Rebecca watched in fascination from her side of the bed as Janie wiggled and grunted. That'll be me soon, she thought, feeling that orgasm looming despite her own best efforts.

Janie finally calmed down, whimpering with frustration. She whimpered aloud and twitched as he let his fingers brush over her clit. He made sure to keep his touch gentle - he knew by now that Janie's nub got very oversensitive after being ruined like this, but he just loved watching her squirm.

"Now, let's increase the difficulty a bit," he said, pulling out his cock and rolling on top of Rebecca.

"Daddy?" she asked him, sounding suitably horrified at the sensation of his length prodding against her wet folds. "W-what are you doing?"

Instead of replying, he thrust his hips forward, making the tip slip inside her. He could feel her clenching needily around him.

"No, daddy," she pleaded, as always the perfect actress, "please don't! You can't do this! I'm your daughter!"

She squirmed a little for effect, but he pressed her down against the bed, spreading her thighs for easier access.

"Daddy, please - " she began, but her words turned into a loud groan as he pressed into her in one movement.

"Be good now and take it like a big girl."

"Oh god oh god oh god," she babbled, her act slipping. "Please let me cum, daddy!"

"You think you've deserved a cummie?" he rumbled into her ear as he began thrusting into her.

"Y-yes - ngh - I-I-I wanna cum, daddy - oh - p-please..."

"You think you've been a good girl?" he asked.

"Yes, yes-yes-yes, daddy, please..."

He increased his pace, knowing she wouldn't last for much longer. Her moans told him as much.

"Beg for it," he simply said, the vibrations of his low voice seeming to transmit themselves directly into her core.

"Oh, please, daddy!" she began uninhibitedly, trying to angle her body to make him hit her most sensitive spots. "Please let me cum! I wanna cum so bad, daddy! I-I-I'll do anything!"

Pleading for it like this, his weight pressing her down into the mattress as he had her way with her, took her the final distance - but he hadn't given her permission.

"Oh god, daddy, please, please, please can I cum now?" she whimpered desperately even as she felt herself tip over.

"No," he growled, pulling out as he felt her pussy start clenching uncontrollably.

"Uh-uh-uh, oh nooo!" she complained as he held her down, feeling him gently rubbing his hardness against her twitching entrance as she sobbed, ruining beneath him, helpless to do anything about it. The excruciating sensation of his cock sliding ever-so-slowly along her clenching slit just made it worse; not sufficient to let her cum properly, but enough to draw out the torment.

"You've been a bad girl, Rebecca. And bad girls don't get to cum," he told her, his words sending a fresh tingle down her spine, making her sob. "Bad girls get to ruin for daddy."

"Y-y-yes... ngh... daddy," she managed to choke out, her whole body arching and squirming with the burning frustration of the orgasm he'd torn from her grasp.

"Yeah, that's it," she heard his voice rumble in her ear. "Squirm for me, baby girl."

She did. But, then again, she couldn't have stopped herself even if she'd wanted to.

It felt like minutes before the burn receded and Rebecca slumped, panting hard.

She gasped aloud as she felt him entering her once more. She wasn't as prone to oversensitivity as Janie, but it was still uncomfortable, and her hips bucked involuntarily as if to get away from him.

"Shh," he hushed her. "Be quiet and lie still while daddy finishes. Daddy needs to cum."

She whimpered and nodded, biting her lip. She knew from experience that the discomfort would pass in short order. Besides, being denied and then used like this - being forced to bring him to the climax she couldn't have - was just so fucking hot.

She was just starting to hope for a real orgasm when she heard him grunt on top of her. Too soon, she thought despondently - she wasn't quite close enough yet. Which he, of course, knew. Desperate to cum, her hips started moving against his.

"Oh yeah, baby girl," he breathed into her ear as she felt his firm hand grip her waist to hold her down, restricting her movement. "Lie still now. Daddy's almost there..."

And with a growl, he emptied himself inside her, his hips stuttering.

Rebecca mewled with frustration as she felt the seeping warmth spreading inside her - expertly, he'd managed to blow his load just before she had the chance to climax too.

He kissed her neck, his hands feeling her up as she felt a hot trickle of his spend leaving her. She loved the sensation of him groping her anywhere he liked while her cuffs prevented her from stopping him - like she was his sex doll; his horny little fuck-toy.

"My good girls," he murmured, reaching over to stroke Janie's ass.

"Thank you, daddy," Rebecca said obediently.

"Thank you, sir," Janie added immediately.

He took off their cuffs and let Rebecca use the towel for a little light damage control before sending the girls off to the bathroom to get cleaned up. No need to leave a trail of his own cum on the floor, after all. It's not like his slob of a daughter was particularly likely to clean it up.

"And no funny business in the shower, you two," he called after them. "Leave the door open - I'll be along shortly to keep an eye on you."

They looked at each other and giggled as they bounced off, hand in hand.

When he got to the bathroom, only a couple minutes later, the girls were - of course - feeling each other up, lips locked together.

He cleared his throat pointedly, and their eyes flew open, looking guiltily at him as they pulled back, cheeks flushed.

"I was just helping her lather up, daddy," Rebecca piped in an innocent voice.

"Right," he said, obviously not believing a word of her pathetic excuse. "Well, I think you've both applied enough soap to each other by now. Come on, rinse it off and get your tight little asses out of there."

"Yes, daddy," she sighed, rolling her eyes exasperatedly. Janie nodded too, although much less sassily.

"And you can cut back on the attitude too, princess," he commented. "At least if you want any hope of getting any cummies today."

"Yes, daddy," she said contritely, suddenly the very model of obedience. "Sorry, daddy."

He shook his head, smiling.

He stayed there while they dried off, did their hair, and applied their makeup. They seemed to postpone putting on any clothing until the last possible moment, but didn't see much reason to complain about that.

*****

The party was set to begin at four o' clock - sharp, Rebecca kept adding with a chuckle every time someone mentioned it, making fun of her mother's annoying fixation on punctuality.

The drive there would take a while. Kendra had moved into her new husband's house in a very upscale neighborhood a few towns over, so they left with time to spare, planning to get something to eat on the way.

There would be food at the party, but they strongly suspected that there probably wouldn't be much, due to the woman's all-encompassing fixation on quality over quantity - or 'pretentiousness over substance', as Rebecca preferred to call it.

So, they found a solid burger joint on the way and made sure their bellies were sufficiently filled to handle the rigors of the potentially grueling evening. They drew a few glances, standing out from the usual lunch crowd at the very down-to-earth place, with Rebecca in her beautiful shimmering black dress, Janie in her brand-new white skirt and top, and John in a suit with no tie.

"There are limits to how far I'll go," he'd stated decisively when Rebecca had teasingly suggested he might wear one. Both girls had laughed at how forcefully he'd put it, using the sort of tone you'd expect from someone stating that they'd never murder a family member. Rebecca knew he positively hated wearing ties.

They finally arrived at the impressively large and utterly immaculate house about ten minutes to four, the girls checking their makeup in the rear-view mirror before declaring themselves ready to face the horrors.

"Let's go then," John had said, his dead-serious tone not unlike that of a SWAT team leader giving the order to go in one of the delightfully stupid action movies they always watched.

Well, at least with Rebecca and Janie there, it ought to be interesting.

*****

"So good to see you," Kendra said with a fake smile as she spotted John. She came over for the requisite cheek kisses and exchanged a few empty pleasantries before turning her attention to Rebecca.

"And Rebecca - you look stunning in that dress," she said insincerely, not quite managing to hide her annoyance at the fact that her daughter's effortless natural beauty quite outshone what she no doubt perceived as her own somewhat fading aesthetics.

"Thank you," Rebecca beamed, looking directly into her eyes, seeing straight through her careful façade and apparently enjoying the irritation she'd inadvertently sparked there. "Daddy got it for me for my eighteenth birthday," she added, subtly stressing the term of endearment and doing a little model's turn.

John hid a smile. Kendra had never liked that Rebecca called him 'daddy', preferring the more formal 'father' - a fact which his daughter was also very much aware of. And the added jab of bringing up the birthday her mother had since forgotten about was a nice touch too.

"Shows a little more thigh than I usually prefer," she added with mild disapproval, unable to refrain from the subtle stab. "But it's very nice," she added with another synthetic smile.

"Oh, you know me, mom," Rebecca shot back with a laugh, "I'd strut around naked if I thought I could get away with it. This is about as decent as it gets with me."

Kendra blinked, put off by her daughter's inappropriate comment. Before she had a chance to fully recover, Rebecca decided to fire off another broadside.

"And this is Janie," she smiled, pulling her secret weapon forward. "My girlfriend."

Again with that subtle stress. John laughed inwardly while Kendra blinked.

"Charmed," she finally said, trying unsuccessfully to hide her surprise at the revelation that her daughter was apparently into girls.

"Nice ta meet y'all," Janie proclaimed loudly to everyone within earshot, ladling it on even more than usual with the trailer-trash accent. "Fuck! Y'all got yerself a big-ass haouse right there. Damn," she added in an awestruck tone, letting her mouth hang open like she'd never seen a home without wheels before.

Kendra tried to reply, but only produced a weird sound while John barely managed not to laugh out loud at Janie's performance. Yup, he thought, definitely not boring with these two here.

"John! It's been a while," Kendra's husband said with a phony smile, coming over to reinforce his reeling wife and sticking out his hand.

He was some sort of upper-level sales manager in a large-ish company, but John always thought he looked more like a caricature of an aging tennis instructor, his tanning-bed skin tone too dark for the season, his bleached teeth blindingly white in contrast, and his voluminous regulation hairdo so tightly regimented it never seemed to move at all, like it was some sort of weirdly shaped brown helmet perched haphazardly on top of his cranium.

"Bradley," John nodded politely, shaking the offered hand firmly.

"Oh, Brad's fine," the guy corrected with an obnoxiously superior smile that didn't quite reach his eyes due to the numerous Botox treatments he'd obviously received over the years in a futile attempt to keep looking like a twenty-year-old. "After all, we're practically family," he chuckled, sounding less like a person and more like a clever robot that had been taught to imitate human laughter without having a clue why people did it.

"Brad it is, then," John smiled courteously with a nod.

"And Rebecca," the plastic dummy beamed, turning to his daughter. "Love the dress," he added, earning an annoyed sidelong glance from his wife that he didn't seem to notice.

"Thank you," Rebecca replied demurely, sounding impressively like she meant it. "You don't look too shabby yourself," she added with the barest a hint of a flirty smile, impressing John anew with her acting skills.

He knew for a fact that she disliked the guy intensely - she'd told him so often enough - so the coy almost-smile she'd flung at him had been specifically intended to piss off Kendra, he was sure. Mission accomplished, he thought to himself as he saw the corner of his ex-wife's mouth curl downwards momentarily before she caught herself.

"Oh, I try," Brad said, the man's cluelessness apparently only rivalled by his monumental narcissism.

"And you are?" he prompted Janie, following his social programming to the letter.

"Janie," she replied with a wide grin. "I'm Becca's girlfriend - pleez'd ta meet ya."

"Girlfriend, huh?" he said as he took her proffered hand, trying to cover his nervous discomfort under a thin veneer of acceptance. "How modern."

Homophobic dipshit, John thought, but to his undiluted joy, Janie just took his stupid comment in stride and responded in her own inimitable style.

"Nawt really," she said, deliberately misunderstanding his statement and furrowing her brows in mock confusion. "I've been inta girls mah whole life. Jest tewk me a while ta git mah claws inta mah li'l honeybuns here," she added, slapping Rebecca's ass and winking suggestively at Brad.

John had to bite his lip to keep his face neutral while a series of shocked expressions chased each other across the idiot's face as the loud smack resounded in the unnecessarily tall-ceilinged entryway, making heads turn.

"Ain't that right, sugarpussy?" she added loudly to Rebecca as soon as she was sure she had everyone's attention.

The look on Kendra's face at that moment was worth the trip in itself, but the one on Brad's was utterly priceless.

"Sure is, candytits," Rebecca laughed and embraced Janie tightly to share a sloppy kiss that made the guy's brows look like they were fleeing from his eyes, climbing almost all the way up to the top of his forehead.

"Well, make yourselves at home," Brad forced himself to say with another computer-simulated chuckle, and then quickly excused himself and his wife to go greet some recently arrived suit.

"Candytits?" Janie asked quietly when they were out of earshot, one eyebrow raised, amusement tinging her voice.

"I had to come up with something!" Rebecca hissed, a tad defensively. "You'd already used all the good ones. I'm not going to say it again; it's terrible," she grinned, blushing.

"Ya know whut? I think I kinder like it," Janie decided. "Sugarpussy," she appended, putting her hands on Rebecca's hips.

"You do, huh?" Rebecca replied with a mischievous smile. "Okay then, candytits," she added playfully, kissing her again.

John couldn't help smiling at the reactions the girls were getting from the apparently rather conservatively minded crowd. Bringing Janie along had definitely been the best idea any of them had had in a while, he thought as the two pretty girls put on a show for all the people who were pretending not to watch them.

Well... at least the second best, anyway.

*****

Kendra's penchant for punctuality was apparently shared by most of the guest list, and very soon, the event got started, with her holding a very forgettable and standardized 'so glad you all turned up' speech and encouraging everyone to have a good time.

Yeah, right, John thought. Most of these snooty bastards wouldn't recognize a good time even if it was glued to a bullet and fired up their nostrils.

The girls helped themselves to some of the hors d'oeuvres on offer and grabbed a glass of champagne each before mingling, making an effort to let everyone know that they were together as a couple, locking their attention onto the ones that seemed the most uncomfortable with the unerring accuracy of a homing missile.

John noticed that Janie never seemed to speak to anyone without a piece of half-chewed appetizer in her cheek, even though she usually showed better table manners than his daughter - Rebecca had been so right in bringing her along. Her brightly inappropriate manners and comments really livened up the otherwise dreary excuse for a party, and he couldn't help chuckling to himself every time he saw someone look appalled at her atrocious etiquette.

"I suppose you thought it was a good idea to bring her along," Kendra said in a low, acidic voice, coming up next to him and breaking his reverie. Despite her clear annoyance, she still managed to keep a presentable smile on her face.

"Who? Rebecca?" he asked with deliberate denseness.

"Of course not," she hissed, her façade slipping for a moment. "I mean that... girl," she added with obvious distaste, evidently referring to Janie, who had already grabbed herself a second glass of champagne and was now heading, his daughter in tow, for an elderly couple who seemed to be doing their utmost to politely ignore the two of them.

John had planned to keep calm, but Kendra's words actually pissed him off a little.

"You mean our daughter's girlfriend?" he asked pointedly. "She's really a nice person once you get to know her," he shrugged, sipping from his own drink. "Not too polished, I grant that, but she's actually great," he smiled, looking at the two girls.

"That might well be so, but - "

"And Rebecca loves her very much," he interrupted her gently, looking into his ex-wife's eyes, daring her to make some stupid comment about those all-important appearances she cared so much about. "Besides, you're the one who told her she could bring someone," he added casually before emptying his glass.

"I did, but - "

"But you weren't interested enough to ask her if she actually had anyone, or what they were like," he cut in again, surprising himself with his directness. "Like always, you just wanted window dressing. And look where that got you," he added with a small gesture that took in not only the two wonderful girls, but the entirety of the house, and by extension, her whole cultivated existence.

Kendra's jaw worked for a moment as she tried to think of a retort.

"Let's be honest for a moment," he continued, managing to keep his voice calm despite the annoyance he felt on behalf of his daughter. "You don't give two shits about me or Rebecca. This is all just pretend."

"I - " she began, looking appalled at the suggestion for a moment, but then falling silent as she digested his words.

"Please don't lie to me, Kendra," he went on. "Remember, I knew you back when you were still a human being."

Kendra crossed her arms and huffed, but she didn't contradict him.

For a fleeting moment, he could see the resemblance to his beautiful daughter - the family traits she'd gotten from her mother's side were very visible when they were angry, and he was strongly reminded of the way Rebecca had looked when she came home after her third detention in three days a little over a week ago. He felt his anger fade and his heart soften.

No matter what else had happened between them, Kendra had also given him his darling baby girl, and that was worth anything and everything.

"You know," he smiled as he thought back. "I used to love you, Kendra. It broke my heart when you left us."

His ex-wife was silent, just looking at him with an unusually unguarded expression on her face. She'd obviously come over prepared for an argument, but she hadn't expected this at all, he realized.

"It took me years to get over you," he went on. "Years. And it took Rebecca even longer."

A pained expression that almost looked like regret quirked her features for a split second.

"But in the end, even though it was hard, we did manage on our own," he said, nodding, looking at his gorgeous daughter once again. "And though I had no idea what I was doing - no fucking clue at all - I did alright with her. Really. She's grown up to be an amazing woman. Hell, more than amazing. Smart, considerate, caring. Sweet. Beautiful without being arrogant about it."

"She's perfect," he said, looking into Kendra's eyes again, surprised to see a glistening there. "And that's what you left behind because you wanted a nice architect-drawn house and a designer husband."

He didn't feel or sound angry at all, he was just stating facts. To his astonishment, it looked like she was on the verge of tears now. It wasn't his intention to make her sad at all, but he realized that he'd needed to say this for a long while.

"That was your choice," he said softly, smiling warmly at her. "I used to be pissed at you for that, but I'm just not anymore. It turned out well for us in the end."

Kendra held her face rigid, but her lower lip trembled for a moment and another expression flashed across her features for a split second. One of deep sadness, sending the distinct message that she might not think it had turned out that well for herself after all.

John smiled at her, feeling an unexpected pang of sympathy for her.

"So, whatever you do, please don't blame our daughter for following her heart instead of her fashion sense when looking for someone to share her life with," he said. "You of all people should know better," he added quietly.

Kendra sniffled despite herself, trying hard to keep her mask in place. She surreptitiously wiped away the single tear that escaped despite her efforts and trickled down from the corner of her eye.

"I..." she began, her tone hoarse with emotion. "I don't know what to say," she said, sounding more honest than he'd ever expected.

"You don't need to say anything," he smiled. "Just believe me when I say that Becca knows what she's doing, and that Janie is a great girl. Just let her be happy with whoever she wants."

Kendra stood there for a moment, looking at the two girls laughing at an unbelievably coarse joke Janie had just fired off to a stunned-looking older woman in the crowd. The barest hint of a smile ran across her lips.

"Okay," Kendra whispered, swallowing hard. She looked at him for a moment, an unreadable expression on her face.

"You know, sometimes..." she began in a shaky voice, but stopped herself.

"I know," he said. They both knew what she had been about to say. But the time was way past for that - both of them had moved on, each in their own way. "In another life, perhaps," he smiled.

"Another life," she breathed wistfully, her eyes finding her Ken-doll of a husband in the crowd and shaking her head subtly before composing herself.

John patted her shoulder comfortingly and turned to leave.

"And Kendra?" he said, turning back to her for a moment.

"Yes?" she said, already looking much more like her usual controlled self again.

"Happy birthday," he said, smiling with genuine warmth in his eyes, giving her a hug before walking off in the direction of his wonderful daughter and her delightfully crazy girlfriend.

*****

Not long after, it was time for dinner.

As they'd expected, the food was long on presentation and style but short on actual nutrition, so the three of them were glad that they'd grabbed something more substantial on their way here. There were carefully laid out seating arrangements, but luckily, Kendra had opted to deposit John next to Rebecca, with Janie sitting on the opposite side of the table.

But what the party lacked in food, it made up for in drink. The wine was excellent, and while John only had half a glass before switching to non-alcoholic alternatives - due to him being the designated driver - the two girls helped themselves to a rather generous amount.

He smiled as he overheard a short conversation between Kendra and her injection-molded husband. Apparently, he thought it was inappropriate for the two 18-year-old girls to be drinking at all - which was, technically, the law - but Kendra brushed him off, saying that if they were old enough to fuck whoever they felt like, she'd be damned if she'd let some idiot in Washington tell them they couldn't have a glass of wine afterwards to wash down the debauchery.

Those exact words. Maybe Janie was rubbing off on her by sheer proximity. It definitely wouldn't hurt, he decided with a quiet chuckle.

While Janie clearly had a head for drinking, pouring down several glasses - after looking suitably astonished that beer wasn't on the menu - without any discernible effect except for a slight flushing of her pale cheeks, Rebecca was getting somewhat tipsy by the time they were into the dessert course.

She wasn't drunk by any stretch of the definition, but she was what John's mother had always referred to as being 'cordially intoxicated' - happy, open-mouthed, and not afraid to say things that rubbed the other stiff-lipped guests the wrong way.

"Nah," she said when one older man complimented her looks and pointed out that she might consider a career in modeling, and that he knew someone who might get her started on that. "Me and candytits over there made a little naughty video once, but I think that's it for me," she said conversationally with a loving smile to Janie, who nodded in confirmation. "I'd rather work with my clothes on," she grinned, deliberately misunderstanding the guy's suggestion and not-so-incidentally making him look like a sleazebag.

The guy's eyebrows did a funny thing while his wife on the other side of the table nearly choked on her crepe cake. His gaze flashed to John for a moment, expecting him to somehow be outraged and get his unruly daughter in line. John just smiled back politely and pointedly took a sip of water from his glass.

"It wasn't planned or anything," Rebecca casually went on. "We were in the bathroom making out, and one thing kind of took another, and - oh, well, you know how it goes."

Judging from the man's facial expression, he definitely didn't have the faintest clue how that kind of thing went.

"No, I think I'm going to study mechanical engineering. Just like my daddy," she added with a warm smile to her father.

"Uh. Quite," the man said, not knowing what else to say.

John suppressed a laugh for the umpteenth time tonight. He got the distinct impression that the guy would be spending several fruitless hours desperately searching PornHub for said video later that night.

You wish, he thought with a satisfied smile.

*****

After the table was cleared by the hired staff, the party loosened up a bit, though not much.

Rebecca was having a blast, though, helped along nicely by the drinks she'd had, as well as by Janie's infectious vivaciousness. When the live music started - thankfully a lot more upbeat than the string quartet she'd half expected - she dragged her friend to the open space in front of the band that had been designated as the dance floor.

Rebecca liked dancing; especially when she'd had a few. She wasn't particularly good at it - Janie was much better, she thought - but she enjoyed it, and they spent an indeterminate amount of time moving to the beat and grinning at each other.

When the music slowed down, they got close, arms around each other's waists as they swayed in time to the sedate rhythm of the ballad. Without really noticing it, her hands slid down to cup Janie's ass, and she felt her friend's hands mirroring the move.

Soon, they were kissing too. People were probably watching, but she didn't give two fucks. Or even the first one to begin with. Let them look.

On the sidelines, John smiled as he saw the girls enjoying themselves, lips locked together, oblivious to the subtly scandalized stares they were getting. He laughed quietly to himself as he saw Kendra looking at them too, a lopsided grin on her face while her husband pointedly looked everywhere else.

When the ballad ended, the band upped the tempo again, launching into a vintage pop-rock song that he knew Rebecca had always liked.

"Ooh, I love this one!" he heard her whooping as she recognized the tune. "Daddyyyy!" she called out across the room. "Daddy, com'ere! Dance with us!"

John wasn't exactly a big fan of dancing, but he couldn't resist, and he spent the next while with the girls, rocking out to the dated but undeniably catchy melodies cranked out by the admittedly talented hired band.

He'd never imagined going to this crap-fest would have turned out to be so much fun.

When the next couple of songs were over, the girls had to go pee - a fact which they made sure to announce to everyone within earshot - and both of them gave him a kiss on the lips before bouncing away. Luckily, neither of them stuck their tongues into his mouth.

As he watched them leave the room for the moment, he heard Kendra's voice behind him.

"How about a little shuffle," she asked him. "For old time's sake?"

He turned around and grinned. Even though he was sure she didn't quite see it herself, the years had been kind to her - she was still a beautiful woman.

"Why not?" he smiled, taking her hand.

"You sure Bradley won't mind?" he asked her as they circuited around the dance floor.

"Oh, he probably will," she grinned. "I just don't care right now. And his friends call him Brad, by the way," she pointed out with a smile.

"I know," he said pointedly, making her laugh at the implication. She seemed slightly lit, but he sort of liked the way it loosened her up.

"You did a great job with her," she said quietly into his ear as the number went on, her voice serious. "She's... she's a great girl. Really."

"Thanks," he returned. "You might tell her that yourself sometime."

"Yeah," she sighed. "I think I will. And I like Janie too."

"Are you drunk?" he asked with a surprised grin.

"Yeah," she admitted with a laugh. "A little. But tomorrow, I'll be sober, and those girls will still be great."

"That's true," he chuckled.

They danced on in silence for a while. After the song ended and she drew back, she looked at him sincerely.

"You'll take care of our daughter, right?" she asked.

"I'll die before I let anything bad happen to her," he promised, meaning every word.

Then she smiled warmly and hugged him gratefully, once more reminding him briefly of what he'd once seen in her.

*****

The party slowly changed character as the guests left, one or two at a time, and when the hands on the big, showy clock on the wall neared midnight, there were only about a third of them left.

By then, the mood had changed considerably, due to the fact that the most boring people seemed to have left first, and the remaining ones were feeling the effects of the generous supply of high-quality alcohol on offer.

The girls spent most of the evening on the dance floor, occasionally rotating back to the more and more sparsely populated tables to hydrate and relax. He noticed that they'd both transitioned away from alcoholic drinks at that point, which didn't surprise him - Rebecca had never enjoyed being too drunk.

John had expected to leave much earlier - he'd tentatively planned to slip away as soon as they weren't the first, actually - but the girls seemed to be having a good time. And he had to admit that he was sort of enjoying himself too.

Uncharacteristically, Kendra seemed to have loosened up quite a lot as well, especially after her god-awful husband excused himself due to him having an early business meeting tomorrow. Good riddance, John had thought as he smiled politely and shook the man's well-manicured hand.

She ended up sitting next to him, asking about how things were going in his and Rebecca's life with what seemed like genuine interest. Although he obviously kept the latest developments in his relationship with his daughter to himself - for obvious reasons - he told her honestly about everything else.

She didn't have much to tell him in return, but what little she did gave him the distinct impression that her marriage wasn't exactly running smoothly. Her relationship with both her husband and the son and daughter she'd had with him sounded cool and distant, although she and her stepson Malcolm - Bradley's son from his previous marriage, who was about Rebecca's age - had apparently taken to each other.

She seemed to prefer hearing about John's life over talking about her own, but he detected a note of sadness in her voice. He couldn't blame her - money or not, he'd hate to be in her place.

And although they both knew they could never go back to the way things were, he felt oddly like they got to know one another anew.

It actually felt nice.

*****

As they finally got ready to leave, well after midnight, Rebecca was somewhat surprised when her mother came up to her.

"I'm sorry I forgot about your birthday," she said without preamble, looking more awkward than Rebecca could remember. She was slurring a little bit, obviously more than a little tipsy, but she seemed lucid and looked like she genuinely meant it.

"It's okay, mom, I don't - " she began dismissively.

"No, iss really not," she interrupted. She paused for a while, wringing her hands. "You're my firstborn child," she smiled. "What doessit say about me that I'd forget something like that?"

"Nothing good," Rebecca blurted without thinking, regretting putting it so directly.

But to her surprise, Kendra just laughed self-consciously.

"You're abs'lut'ly right," she smiled. "It does. And I'm sorry."

Rebecca was speechless for a moment.

"I, um..." she began, not really knowing what to say. "I appreciate that, mom," she finally said with a tentative smile, a little surprised that she actually meant it. It had annoyed her that her mother had forgotten, even if she'd tried to ignore the feeling.

And it did feel good to hear her say she was sorry.

Without saying another word, Rebecca stepped closer and embraced her mother. Kendra just stood there for a moment, but then put her arms around her daughter and held her close.

"You're a good girl, Rebecca," she murmured, her voice shaky with emotion. "Don't ever let anyone tell you diff'ent."

"Thanks, mom," she replied, stunned by the unexpected display of unguarded warmth.

"And I like Janie too," Kendra said as they broke the hug.

"Really?" Rebecca asked, her eyes wide. "I, um... I'm surprised to hear you say that."

"Yeah, well," her mother said, looking at the blonde who was busy embarrassing a half-drunk suit-clad stiff. "I do."

"Somehow, I don't think your husband agrees," Rebecca grinned.

Kendra laughed.

"I think you're right," she said. "But then again, hissan entitl'd conservative prick who generally doesn't like anyone without a golf club membership."

Rebecca couldn't help laughing.

"Then why'd you marry the guy?" she asked, still chuckling.

Kendra's eyes flickered to John for a fleeting moment, and a brief unreadable expression crossed her features.

"Because I liss'nd to my fashion sense when I should have been liss'ning to my heart," she said.

Rebecca didn't quite know how to respond to that.

Kendra looked back at her daughter and laughed self-consciously.

"Don't mind me, I'm juss a drunk middle-aged lady who's made some bad life choices," she smiled. "Juss promise me one thing."

"Anything, mom," Rebecca heard herself say. She'd never have expected to say that to her mother; even less to mean it like she realized she did - it felt sort of like it was the first honest conversation they'd ever had.

"Don' make the same mistake I did," Kendra said quietly, her calm, controlled voice somehow managing to convey such infinite longing and regret that Rebecca felt her eyes go moist with sympathy. "Be with anyone who makes you happy," her mother added, "and don' ever let anyone tell you thass wrong. No matter what."

Rebecca was speechless for a moment. She sniffed as a few tears trickled down her cheeks, then spontaneously embraced her mother.

"Don't worry, mom," she murmured into her hair. "I'd pick my heart any day of the week."

Kendra smiled, holding tightly on to the wonderful woman her daughter had somehow grown into while she'd been busy with things that seemed so utterly unimportant in that long moment.

"You're such a good girl," she whispered into her ear.

*****

They ended up being the very last people to leave that party that none of them had been looking forward to. Rebecca was surprised - not to say totally astonished - but definitely pleasantly so.

Kendra walked them to the car, giving all three of them heartfelt hugs goodbye, and promising to be better at keeping contact - and Rebecca was certain it wasn't just the numerous drinks talking.

"See you around, mom," she smiled as she scooted into the backseat alongside Janie while the blonde grinned and waved behind her.

As they were leaving along the over-long driveway, past the over-manicured lawn, Rebecca looked back one last time. Kendra was still there, eyes following them as they receded into the distance, a wistful look on her face as she stood there, alone and cold in the freezing autumn night. Rebecca couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy at the sight.

Well, she thought, at least we might make her life less boring from now on.

The next while went by in silence as they left the rich part of town, the houses gradually reducing in size as they transitioned into the suburbs on their way towards home.

*****

They were about halfway home, driving along a desolate highway through the seemingly unceasing rain they'd had that fall, when Rebecca looked over at Janie.

Everything about her just screamed how desperately aroused she was - her legs slightly parted to avoid any friction against her lady parts, hands gripping her thighs as if she was afraid what they might get up to if she didn't. She was rocking slightly, sitting in a pose that let her feel the gentle vibrations of the engine in her clit.

Rebecca was about to tease her about it when she noticed she was doing much the same thing herself.

Damn, she was horny. Her panties were soaked, and they had a long way to go yet - this was intolerable.

"Um, daddy?" she said, her tone sweet and begging.

He glanced at her in the rear view mirror and couldn't help laughing at the sight of the two desperately aroused teenage girls in the back seat.

"Yes, baby girl?" he said, smirking.

"Can Janie and me maybe kiss a little?" she asked, biting her lip as Janie licked hers expectantly, clearly liking the idea.

"I don't know about that," he said. "I'm not sure you'll be able to keep yourselves from doing something you shouldn't be doing."

"We promise!" Janie exclaimed. "Please, Mr. Fairchild!"

"We'll be good," Rebecca interjected eagerly.

He thought about that for a while. A very, very long while, she thought.

"Well, okay then," he relented. "But only because you've been good today, and only as long as you follow the rules."

"The rules?" Rebecca asked hesitantly.

"No touching each other between the legs, for one," he said.

Janie groaned but nodded. Rebecca had expected as much - they were both on a hair trigger, and he knew it.

"Of course not, daddy," Rebecca said obediently. "Good girls don't do that kind of thing."

"And your nipples are off-limits too," he added sternly, looking at each of them in the mirror as they nodded again.

He paused again, drawing out the torment.

"Alright," he said grudgingly. "I guess you can go ahead."

Rebecca looked hungrily at Janie and saw her own towering arousal reflected in her eyes.

They practically jumped each other, kissing, touching - except for the places he'd forbidden, of course - and soon the sound of their moaning filled the car.

"And be quiet about it," he added. "I can't hear myself think."

"Sorry, daddy," Rebecca murmured between kisses. She shared a grin with her friend before diving in again.

It was torture.

She felt Janie's hands all over her body, driving her nuts with lust, but without any release possible. The blonde's nimble fingers caressed her neck, her thighs, her ass, her stomach and hips - but they always stopped just short of her needy, dripping pussy. She suppressed a groan as she felt her breasts being squeezed, but her achingly sensitive nipples went untouched.

In return, she did the same, and it quickly turned into a competition about who could tease the other the most.

On the upside, it did take her mind off the trip. She occasionally heard her father chuckle from the driver's seat.

She felt she was just about ready to explode by the time she realized the car had stopped.

"So, are you ladies planning to stay out here all night?" he asked with a smile. "Or do you want to come inside with me?"

They practically fell over each other to get out of the car. They were so turned on they didn't even notice the cold on their way to the front door, walking through the icy drizzle as if completely buzzed out on some weird and wonderful drug.

*****

"So," he sighed once they were in the living room, "whatever should I do with you girls now?"

"I can think of a few things," Rebecca murmured suggestively.

"Really?" he asked with a good imitation of surprise. "Because I was considering just locking you both up again and letting you stew for a week or two more."

They both looked positively horrified at the prospect, burbling incoherently in protest.

He laughed.

"No?" he asked. "Well, what else would an upstanding and respectable old man like me do with a pair of pretty young things like you? Shouldn't I try to save you from yourselves? Make you into proper and chaste young women?"

"You might," Rebecca said. "Or, you could take advantage of us and fuck us both stupid."

It took a second for it to register with Janie that Rebecca had said 'us' and not 'me'. She swallowed, squirming and feeling her pussy winking at the bare thought of finally being allowed to feel that wonderful cock inside her.

"I could?" he asked. "That sounds a little inappropriate."

"Very inappropriate," Rebecca nodded. "But you shouldn't let that stop you. I mean, here we are - two helpless young girls in the clutches of a nasty old man. He could do anything he wanted to us, and we wouldn't be able to stop him."

"You wouldn't?"

"No. We're just defenseless little girls," she said, sounding as timid as she could manage. "Completely at your mercy."

He nodded thoughtfully.

"But you're my daughter, Rebecca," he argued. "Only a complete pervert would do something like that to his daughter and her friend."

"Only a half pervert," Rebecca argued. "Fucking your daughter? Sure; perverted as hell. But her friend? No law against that, is there? Practically boring."

She paused before continuing.

"So, why don't we all pretend that Janie's your daughter too?" she said, smiling mischievously. "That way, we can be total perverts. What do you say?"

She was looking at Janie.

"Sure thang... sis," the blonde replied with a delighted smile, her cheeks flushing at the prospect.

Rebecca smiled and nodded.

"So, what do you say, daddy?" she said to him. "You can handle two daughters at once, right? Easy peasy."

He looked at each of them for a moment. He was definitely game as long as Rebecca was on board, but he'd draw it out a bit, so he put on his pensive face, appearing to consider their proposal.

Finally, he smiled at them.

"I say that my two little girls seem to be hopelessly overdressed," he said. "Strip for daddy, please."

"Yes, daddy," they both chorused as Rebecca began squirming out of her dress while Janie pulled the top over her head in one practiced move and began fiddling with the clasp of her bra.

"And you can both keep your stockings on," he added. "Just for basic decency, you understand."

"Yes, daddy," they repeated.

Rebecca grinned knowingly at him. She loved that she was getting to know his various turn-ons, and that one of them was apparently girls in stockings - she'd always felt sexy when wearing them too, and the fact that she knew her daddy agreed excited her no end.

Janie couldn't believe her luck, shaking her head in delighted disbelief as she wigged out of her skirt and pulled down her panties, discarding them. She suspected she wouldn't be needing them anytime soon. Stripping down like this in front of her friend's dad felt crazy! But good crazy; like winning the lottery or something.

Rebecca, in her tight black dress, took a little longer to get out of her clothes, but soon managed. Her bra and panties followed, and then she was standing there alongside her 'sister', looking expectantly at her dad.

John took a second to admire the two eager girls in front of him. His daughter, curvy and gorgeous, in her black stockings, and Janie - his other daughter, that is - lean and athletic in her white ones. He'd often heard people comment on being the luckiest guy in the world, but right then and there, he felt he had a pretty damn solid claim on the title.

He smiled broadly.

"Now, come give daddy a kiss," he said.

The girls glanced at each other and stepped closer. Rebecca let Janie have the first one, caressing her body gently as the blonde tiptoed up to share a passionate kiss with her dad. He hummed appreciatively.

"My turn," she said after a while.

Janie reluctantly pulled back and let Rebecca take her place.

"Kin I play with yer cock a li'l, daddy?" Janie asked in that little-girl voice she knew he loved. Damn, it felt good to call him that. "Purty please?"

"Go ahead, sweetie," he chuckled.

As her slender fingers opened his pants and her hand slid into his boxers, he sighed contentedly and pulled Rebecca close, his mouth finding hers. He grunted and slid his hands down to cup their asses. Rebecca's yielding softness, and the firm resistance of Janie's well-exercised butt.

He lost track of time as his and Rebecca's tongues danced around each other, and Janie stroked his length gently.

"Yer gettin' awfully hard, daddy," Janie commented as if she had no idea how a penis worked. "Am I doin' sumthin' wrong?"

"No. It's just telling you that you're being a very good girl," he breathed. "Keep going."

"Yes, daddy," she nodded obediently, smiling at his praise.

After a long, unhurried while, Rebecca pulled back, licking her lips.

"What do you say we take this upstairs, daddy?" she suggested.

"Why not?" he shrugged with a delighted grin, patting their bottoms to usher them on ahead of him - no need to let beautiful scenery go to waste, he thought.

They both got the message, giggling at each other as they walked sedately a couple steps ahead of him, hips swaying for his benefit.

Arriving in his bedroom, Rebecca pushed Janie down on the bed with a mischievous smile.

"Lie back, sis," she purred. "Spread your legs so daddy can fuck you."

Janie was breathing hard. She tried to think of something clever and pithy to say, but her brain was too addled with lust and need for it to work properly.

"Okay," she whispered.

Rebecca stood back and grinned.

"I think my slut of a little sister badly needs some cock, daddy," she smiled to John.

He looked appraisingly at the slender blonde squirming on the bed.

"I think you're right," he nodded. "Are you ready for daddy, sweetie?" he asked Janie as he stepped up to her.

"Oh gawd, yes!" she gasped. "Please, daddy," she begged, her eyes burning with desire, "please fuck me!"

"So eager," Rebecca chuckled, lying down next to her to watch and beckoning her father to join them.

"Nervous, little sis?" she asked Janie teasingly as John removed his clothes.

To her own surprise, Janie realized that she was kind of jittery, and not just because of her burning arousal.

"Mebbe jest a li'l," she nodded, biting her lip.

"Don't worry," John chuckled as he lay down on top of her, his length prodding against her entrance. "I'll be gentle with you... daughter."

"At first," Rebecca grinned, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. "And then he'll fuck your brains out," she whispered into her ear.

Janie squeaked as he thrust his hips forward and his tip slipped into her warmth.

"You okay?" he asked softly, stopping for a moment.

"Fuck yeah," she breathed. "Please... please..."

"Anything for my little girl," he murmured as he pressed into her, inch by inch.

"Oh gawd," Janie gasped, a strained look on her face as she felt his girth stretching her open; filling her up. "Gawd, please don't stop..."

She groaned as he bottomed out. This was heaven. Unlike Rebecca, Janie had had a solid number of boyfriends, and she'd bedded most of them - but none of them had come close to making her feel like this.

And in that moment, she finally realized why. She'd been looking for something all along, something that would fulfill her, something... Something exactly like this.

"Yes," she sighed as he began moving inside her, her hips rolling in sync with his.

"Fuck her, daddy," Rebecca encouraged. "Make the little whore scream."

"Like this?" he asked as he suddenly thrust forward, making Janie squeak with delight.

"Yeah," Rebecca chuckled. "Just like that. Do it again, daddy."

He repeated the movement. Janie thought she was prepared, but still, she couldn't help crying out as he did it.

Rebecca was getting turned on watching. No, strike that - she'd been turned on for a week; this felt like it was basically kicking her into orbit. She'd be jealous, but she knew she'd get her turn. Still, it was hard to wait...

"Can I play with my pussy, daddy?" she begged. "Please?"

"No, sweetheart," he said, shaking his head at her. "You'll have to be a patient little girl and wait for your turn."

"Aww, daddy," she complained, squirming needily.

"I said no," he said firmly. "But you can play with your sister's body while you wait."

"Don't mind if I do," she grinned, reaching over to grab her breast, tweaking her nipple between her fingers. Janie let out a ragged sigh of delight.

The sensation of it all - Rebecca's touch and occasional pinch; the rapturous feeling of that amazing cock pistoning into her at an ever-increasing pace - was too much. She suddenly realized she was being forced towards an orgasm, and she hadn't asked for permission.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed. "Daddy, daddy, I-I-I... I can't hold back, daddy, I... please, kin I cum?"

"I thought you wanted to be a good girl, Janie?" he asked teasingly, not slowing down at all.

"I... I dew, I jest can't... I wanna cum so bad, daddy," she whined. "If ya keep goin', I can't..."

"Daddy's having such a good time right now," he said to her, sounding unconcerned with her predicament. "I don't think I want to stop."

"P-please," she whimpered, holding on for dear life.

Her hands flew up on their own to try to slow him down. Not that she wanted him to stop - not even close - but he hadn't given her his permission! She needed him to tell her she could...

"Hold her arms, please," John told Rebecca, and she seized her by the wrists and pinned them above her head, leaving him to use her however she wanted.

"No," Janie gasped. "No, I can't... I'm gonna cum, daddy, please let me!"

"Daddy isn't going to stop, baby," he told her firmly. "Daddy's going to keep going."

"B-but, daddy," she begged, already hanging over that sweet, blissful abyss by a fraying thread. "Please," she managed, her toes curling with her impending cataclysmic climax. "I can't, I can't, I can't..."

Already well along the path to his own orgasm, John managed to sigh resignedly.

"If you can't control yourself, baby, you're just going to have to cum, aren't you?" he said, sounding deliciously annoyed at her. "Daddy needs this."

Janie was half out of her mind with the combination of the insurmountable pleasure he was giving her and the effort of trying to restrain herself. And then, like a taut wire suddenly snapping, it felt like her soul came loose, her abused, needy pussy contracting so hard it almost hurt.

"Bad girl," he admonished as he pounded into her ever harder. All her control evaporated like mist under a sudden desert sun, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as she screamed out her climax.

"S-s-s-sorry, daddyyy!" she wailed.

"You'd better be," he rumbled, his voice straining as he neared his own peak. "Dirty little girl, clenching so hard on daddy's cock..."

Janie mewled, the wildest orgasm in her life shooting through her body and mind like wildfire.

"Oh, yeah," he groaned. "Keep squeezing daddy like a good girl. Make daddy cum now, baby..."

"Y-yes, daddy, oh gawd," she whimpered.

"Sure hope you're on the pill, sweetheart," he panted, sounding like he just didn't care either way.

Rebecca grinned to herself at that one. He knew very well that she was, or he'd have used a condom.

"Oh, my sweet little girl," he groaned as he rammed into her even harder and Janie felt his cock pulse and heard him grunt, a seeping hot sensation spreading inside her telling her that she'd brought him to his climax as well.

Through the slowly fading haze of her own world-shattering orgasm, she felt a wild and feral sense of accomplishment. She'd served him well, and it felt so very good.

As they both finally came down from their high, his twitching length still deeply embedded in her, her legs still holding him tight, he collapsed on top of her.

They shared a deep, passionate kiss, before looking at each other.

Janie spontaneously started laughing, first a few guffaws, but quickly exploding into a raucous expression of mirth.

"Something funny?" he asked, chuckling himself.

"Nah," she managed to choke out. "I jest - " she broke off, laughing again. "I've jest never in mah life been fucked like this!"

Rebecca joined in, rolling onto her back and giggling so hard her breasts quivered.

"Well, glad to be of service," John said with a smile and a nod that made them both burst out laughing again.

"And what do we say to the nice man?" Rebecca asked Janie pointedly as she finally quieted down a bit. The blonde squeaked as Rebecca flicked her nipple, then grinned.

"Thank yiu, daddy," she smiled blissfully. "Thank yiu so, so much."

"You're welcome, sweetheart," he chuckled and kissed her again. "Anything for my little girl."

"Now, if you're quite done fucking my little sister," Rebecca said after a few minutes. "I'd like my turn, please."

John groaned.

"What was that?" Rebecca chuckled.

"You can handle two daughters at once, right?" he echoed in an unflattering falsetto. "Easy peasy."

The girls giggled.

"Yeah, right," he chuckled. "You two are going to be the death of me."

"Well," Rebecca grinned. "Could you at least give me a good, solid fuck before you keel over, old man?"

"Come here, you little slut," he growled playfully, grabbing her by the leg and pulling her towards him.

"Oh no," she exclaimed, making a half-hearted attempt to fight him off. "A nasty old man! Help!"

"I'll give you nasty old man," he chuckled, finally getting a firm grip on her and pushing her into the bed, pinning her arms above her head, and pressing her legs apart with his hips.

"Please don't," she giggled. "This is all wrong and stuff," she added, pressing her body against him, everything about her saying the exact opposite of her words.

"What makes you think I'm giving you a choice?" he rumbled with a crooked smile, bending down to claim her mouth in a passionate kiss.

She moaned into his lips, going limp beneath him.

"That shut you up, huh?" he grinned as he broke the kiss.

"I'll never surrender!" she laughed, squirming vigorously and somehow managing to get out from under him, turning around to face him, standing on hands and knees with a playfully feisty expression on her face.

He sighed in mock exasperation.

"Janie, baby?" he said.

"Yes, daddy," she answered immediately.

"Would you please hold your sister down for me so I can give her what she deserves?"

"Mah pleasure, daddy," she replied, grabbing Rebecca around the waist, making her squeal with delight.

It didn't take Janie long to subdue her, mostly because she didn't put up much of a fight. They ended up with Janie sitting up against the headboard, Rebecca held between her legs with her back to her, panting with effort and arousal.

She grunted as she squirmed again, but Janie had a firm grip on her, pinning her arms behind her back.

"Okay, you got me," she finally said, looking into his eyes with desire burning in her hazel pools.

"Do you give up?" he asked her as he moved closer, hands stroking her inner thighs as he opened her legs.

She nodded.

"Say it."

"I give up," she whispered. "I await my punishment."

"Good girl," he smiled, kissing her lips before letting his lips trail down her neck, then her breasts, then her stomach.

She let out a gasp as he flicked his tongue against her clit.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, then groaned with frustration as he pulled back.

"Not yet, baby girl," he grinned, shaking his head. "It wouldn't be much of a punishment otherwise, would it?"

"No, daddy," she breathed. "I guess not..."

"That's right," he said. "Now lie still and keep quiet."

"Yes, d- ow!" she cried out as Janie pinched her nipple hard. "What'd you do that f- ow!"

"Daddy told ya ta keep yer maouth shut, didn'e, big sis?" Janie pointed out, pinching her again for good measure.

"Good girl," he told Janie as Rebecca finally quieted down. "Keep doing that whenever she squirms or makes noise, please."

Rebecca bit her lip, breathing hard as Janie rolled her nipple teasingly between her fingers, ready to exact punishment on her.

"Now, let daddy do what he needs to do," he murmured, lowering his face down between her spread thighs.

"Oh, yes," Rebecca breathed. "Ow!"

"Quiet, yiu," Janie reminded her.

Rebecca nodded, focusing on staying quiet and still. It was not easy - like the last time her father went down on her, his tongue seemed to know exactly the right spots. Her breathing grew ragged as she felt the persistent tickle of his tongue brushing against her clit, dragging her towards her climax.

"Daddy, please, can I c- ow!"

"What was that?" he asked with a smile, lifting his face to look at her.

"I just - ow!"

Behind her, Janie laughed, apparently happy with her appointed task.

"Aww," he cooed. "Can't ask for permission, huh?"

Rebecca shook her head, looking at him pleadingly.

"Then I guess you better not cum, baby girl," he said, and dived back in.

Rebecca gritted her teeth and tried to hold on. His eyes, locked on hers, were driving her nuts with lust, so she squeezed hers shut - but that just made the sensations seem even more intense. She couldn't handle this; not after a week's worth of edges and ruined orgasms.

She whimpered involuntarily, and it turned into a squeak as Janie pinched her yet again.

He drew back, apparently able to feel how close she was, and wanting to draw out her torment a little longer.

"Want a taste?" he asked Janie.

"Thought ya'd never ask," Janie grinned, manhandling her into his arms and turning her around.

Rebecca gasped as she felt her dad's strong arms encircle her, his hands conveniently placed to squeeze her breasts while Janie parted her thighs, lying down on her stomach between her legs.

Rebeccas threw her head back as she felt the blonde's tongue caressing her slit softly - she was good at this. Her dad took the opportunity to kiss her on the neck. She could feel his slowly reappearing erection pressing against the small of her back.

It was too much.

She started panting, then whining through her nose as Janie's playful tongue tickled against her clit, her lips closing around it and sucking it into her mouth. She squirmed in her dad's strong grip, her arms pinned against her body. Helpless.

"I think your sister is getting close," he warned.

Janie drew back for a moment and Rebecca groaned in frustration, her hips bucking, desperate for more.

"Should we let 'er cum or whut?" Janie asked him casually.

"Please, let me - " Rebecca began beggingly.

"No one asked your opinion," her dad rumbled behind her.

"Sorry, daddy," she murmured.

"I think she can take a few more edges," he mused to Janie as if his daughter wasn't in the room. "Don't you?"

"Oh, def'n'ly," Janie grinned, wiggling her tongue as she inched her face back down.

Rebecca groaned again. Oh god, this was torture - the most wonderful kind.

Janie wasn't as practiced as her dad, but she was good, and she learned quickly. She kept stopping just as Rebecca was about to tip over, pulling back and spreading her open so she could watch her friend clenching fiercely.

"Should we have mercy on mah poor big sis?" she finally asked after doing that several times.

Rebecca whimpered wordlessly, nodding feverishly.

"I don't know," her dad said thoughtfully, apparently not quite sold on the idea. "We might end up spoiling her; make her expect to get her cummies on a regular basis."

"Hmm," Janie said, nodding slowly. "Ya might be right. Can't have that. Mebbe we should jest lock 'er up agin."

"What do you say, princess?" he asked her, one hand sliding up to cover her mouth before she could reply.

"Hmmmhm mmh mm hmm," Rebecca mumbled desperately into his palm, her wide hazel eyes begging him to let her.

"I can't hear you," he smiled. "But I think you're telling me that you want to go for a few more months first, right?"

The expression of unbridled horror on his daughter's face made him laugh.

"Mmmmmmh!" she whined, trying to shake her head.

"No?"

"Mmmh!" she whimpered again, squirming vigorously in his arms.

"You want to cum?"

She nodded energetically, her eyes practically burning with desire.

"I think she wants to cum," he told Janie.

"Saounds likely," the blonde nodded sagely. "Kids today, ya know," she shrugged resignedly. "No impulse control."

"Hmm," he hummed pensively, taking about five hours longer than Rebecca would have liked to arrive at his conclusion.

"I suppose we won't get much sleep tonight with all her whining and squirming," he sighed. "And she has been a good girl today, after all."

Janie nodded.

"So," he prompted, looking into his daughter's eyes. "Want to cum?" he asked, removing the hand from her mouth.

"Yes! Oh, god, please-please-please, yes! Oh, please let me cum, daddy, I - "

"That's enough out of you for now," he said, putting the hand back and muffling the rest of her words. "Janie?"

"Yes, daddy?"

"Lick your sister's pussy, please," he said. "And don't stop until she cums."

"Yes, daddy," Janie smiled, her eyes locking onto Rebecca's as she took a firm hold of her thighs, holding them spread as she resumed her work.

"Shh, baby girl," her daddy murmured into her ear, his palm firm against her mouth. "Relax now. Daddy's going to take care of you. Hush now."

Rebecca felt like she was melting - her father's rumbling words in her ear, his arms around her, the firm pressure of his palm against her mouth, Janie's hands on her thighs and her tongue playing across her most sensitive spots.

"Good girl," he breathed. "That's a good girl. Relax and hold back as long as you can."

Rebecca nodded, her brows furrowed in concentration. She was already nearing the edge, but - somehow - she managed to force herself to relax as the tingle between her legs turned into a flame, and then a blaze.

Somehow, she didn't cum yet.

"Good girl," he repeated, his hand squeezing her breast. "Keep holding back for daddy, now. Show your sister what a big girl you are."

She should have shot past the edge already... Had shot past it. But still, she hung there, her climax already started. Until then, she'd thought orgasms were over relatively quickly - but this one was something else entirely.

It was like all her frustration and need had condensed into her lower body, radiating outwards through her body.

She realized she was already cumming - but instead of the usual explosion, it was like a slow, building fire inside her loins, escalating into something new and wonderful.

"Good girl," she heard him rumble again. "Daddy's good girl."

His words pushed her the final inch, and she couldn't hold on any longer. She cried out, feeling her pussy clenching so, so hard. Janie didn't relent, redoubling her efforts, her fingers pressing into her thighs and dimpling her skin.

Afterwards, Rebecca had no clue how long it had lasted - but it was the craziest experience she'd ever had.

As she collapsed into her dad's embrace, panting hard, sweat sheening her body, she looked up at him, practically in shock.

"D-daddy," she slurred. "Th-tha-that was just... I can't... I mean... Wow," she blabbered incoherently, totally bowled over. She tried again, and failed again to speak properly, and then reached up to kiss him instead.

"Liked that, did you?" he chuckled as she pulled back, a look of pure bliss etched into her face.

She nodded eagerly.

"I think your sister is trying to tell you that you did a good job," he chuckled to Janie.

"Gewd ta know," the blonde laughed, her smiling face still between Rebecca's legs, fingers idly caressing her legs.

There was a moment of silence before Rebecca stirred.

"Where are you going, young lady?" he asked her sternly, tightening his grip around her. "You haven't made daddy cum yet."

"B-but - " she began.

"No buts now," he said, lifting her up and pulling her onto his lap, legs spread. She could feel his hardness pressing against her sopping wet slit.

"Oh," was all that she managed as Janie grinned, reaching down and grabbing her father's cock to help steer it into her, giving him a few quick strokes on the way.

"There ya go, daddy," she smiled helpfully.

"Thanks, sweetheart. That's very considerate of you."

Rebecca whimpered as he slid into her, her pussy still oversensitive from the massive orgasm Janie had given her.

"Now, ride me," he commanded, leaning back and slapping her ass, making her squeak.

Slowly, Rebecca began rolling her hips, eliciting a sigh from him as she impaled herself fully on his length, staying like that for a moment as she gathered her wits. She had a sudden flashback to the first time with him, momentarily feeling the same sense of wondrous insanity she'd done back then.

"Your cock is inside my pussy, daddy," she giggled incredulously, echoing her own words.

"I know, pumpkin," he replied. "And it's going to stay there until you're done. Come on, now," he added, patting her ass again.

"Yes, daddy," she said obediently, her hips flexing as she began moving again.

"Janie?" he said as Rebecca's rhythm grew more and more insistent.

"Yes, daddy?" she replied eagerly.

"Why don't you provide daddy with a view? Come over here and play with your pussy for me."

"Yes, daddy," she said, scooting over to follow his instructions. She hesitated.

"Whut if I cum, daddy?"

"You're not supposed to, sweetheart," he said patiently as Rebecca's heavy breathing turned into moaning.

"I... I know, but - "

He let out an exasperated sigh.

"Well, if you can't control yourself, I guess you'll just have to cum, then, won't you?"

"Y-yes, daddy," she replied, rubbing her clit.

"And keep those legs spread now," he reminded her.

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl."

Rebecca's slow ride gradually turned into a bounce, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the bedroom, her moans turning into little yelps and shrieks whenever her daddy's perfect cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

As she felt his hands take hold of her hips, forcing her to increase her pace, it sent her hurtling towards her second orgasm of the night.

"Daddy-daddy-daddy, please," she babbled urgently. "Can I cum?"

He didn't reply, but she felt his hands tighten on her, taking control of her movements, slamming her down on top of him as he thrust his hips in counterpoint and making her feel like she was about to split in half.

She tried to beg again, but the words turned into a series of unintelligible sounds of pleasure as his full length rammed into her.

John looked over at Janie. Her back was arched, her knees spread, her eyes rolling up, mouth hanging open. He grinned - none of them would last for much longer.

"Want to cum, girls?" he teased, his own breathing ragged.

"Yes!" Janie screamed. "Yes, please, daddy!"

Rebecca groaned wordlessly, nodding vigorously.

"I'll let you," he said, his voice hoarse, "if you can do it at the same time."

"Mmh-hmm, mmh-hmm, mmh-hmm," Rebecca whimpered.

"Please," Janie begged.

"I'll count down... Five," he started.

With another glorious climax on the horizon, both girls strained to hold back.

"Four."

Rebecca whimpered, almost sobbing, as he forced her to ride him ever faster. It was so hard not to let go, but daddy hadn't told her to yet...

"Three. Keep going, Janie."

Janie let out a low keening note as her trembling fingers circled on her clit.

"Two. Hold back, Rebecca."

His daughter whined, the muscles in her legs and ass tensing up as she held on.

"One... Ready now," he breathed, feeling his own peak bearing down on him.

The girls' overlapping moans seemed to have merged into a singly, continuous sound by then, their eyes screwed shut, toes curling as they waited for his final permission.

He drew out their torment, pausing until it looked like they were about to fall apart.

"Cum for me, girls," he growled as he felt himself go over the edge as well.

Both of them screamed out their climax, John's roar mingling with the high-pitched sound of the girls' pleasure as his cock pulsed, filling his daughter's clenching pussy with his release.

*****

"Daddy's good little girls," he chuckled as they finally subsided, all three of them panting and smiling like idiots.

"Thanks, daddy," Janie grinned.

Rebecca just leaned back, smiling, and craned her neck to kiss him, his hands running along her curves. Then she lifted herself off him, sighing softly as his length slipped out of her, and lay down beside him, draping her leg across his thighs as she snuggled up against him.

"Come here, you," she murmured contentedly as she reached out to grab Janie by the hand, pulling her down with them.

John sighed as he lay there, a wonderful and mostly naked young girl on each side, their heads resting on his shoulders, their fingers interlaced across his chest, Rebecca stroking him gently with her thumb.

It felt so very good, but he couldn't help thinking about the future. He didn't see why this shouldn't last, but still - what if it didn't? He felt like an insecure teenage boy thinking like this, but he just didn't want this to end, ever.

"Something wrong, daddy?" Rebecca asked as if sensing his thoughts.

"No," he said. "Just a silly old man thinking."

"I thought you warned me about that," she chuckled.

"I did," he admitted with a smile. "And I should probably listen to my own advice and stop doing it altogether."

Janie grinned, then kissed him on the cheek.

"Whut's on yer mind... daddy?" she asked.

He smiled sheepishly, then sighed again, deciding to speak his mind.

"Truth be told, I was... well, worrying... a little."

"What about?" Rebecca asked, as if she couldn't see any reason at all to be doing that.

"You know... life. The future."

"The future isn't here yet," she smiled. "And life? That's what we're doing right now, isn't it?"

"You're a very wise girl," he chuckled. "But I still worry."

"Afraid you'll lose me?" she said gently. "Lose us?"

"Yeah," he admitted with a slight shrug. "I know it's stupid, but - "

"Oh, it is," she agreed, rolling her eyes. "Very stupid."

"Thanks," he grinned. "Having my intelligence insulted makes me feel so much better."

"It's stupid," she repeated, "because there's absolutely nothing to worry about."

"There isn't?"

"Not a thing," she said. "Not ever. And you know why?"

He looked at her questioningly.

"Because I'm yours, daddy," she smiled, leaning in to kiss him on the nose. "Always have been, always will be."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she confirmed. "Always and forever."

"And I'm yours, pumpkin," he returned, kissing her lips. "Forever and always."

"Aww," Janie interjected, instantly breaking the mood.

"Quiet, you," Rebecca told her sidelong. "The grown-ups are having a moment, here."

Janie giggled uncontrollably.

"You know, we're going to have to get used to having that rude redneck skank interrupting us all the time," she sighed to her dad in mock exasperation.

"Are you sure?" he asked, an expertly feigned pained expression on his face. "Can't we just... sell her or something?"

"Gewd luck with that," Janie laughed. "Mah bruthers have been tryin' ta dew that fer years. No one wants li'l ol' me," she added. "Tew much woman ta handle 'd be mah guess," she chuckled with her typical self-confidence.

"I guess we're stuck with her, then," John said to Rebecca, his voice resigned, but a smile quirking the corner of his mouth.

"That's okay," Rebecca smiled. "I sort of always wanted a bratty, uncouth little sister. You know, to make me look better by comparison."

"Nice ta know I'm wanted," Janie smiled, apparently happy to ignore Rebecca's quip, and nestled closer to John. "Mah sis and daddy."

"Plus, we can always stick her in the closet for a few hours whenever we need some alone time," Rebecca added with a grin.

"Try me," Janie said, punching her friend playfully in the arm and making her giggle.

Two daughters, indeed. They certainly had the friendly sibling rivalry part down, John thought. This was going to be interesting.

"My two pretty girls," he breathed, hugging them both as he closed his eyes.

The three of them drifted off like that, one by one, entangled in each other's arms, contented and happy, not caring about anything else in the universe.

*****

The next morning, Rebecca stretched as she woke up.

It took her moment to notice that the bed was moving and creaking rhythmically. She opened one sleepy eye and saw Janie moaning softly as she rode her dad.

"Move over, sis. My turn now," she smiled drowsily as she sat up and pushed her friend off him to take her place. Janie made a complaining sound, but she didn't stop her.

Rebecca lowered herself onto him, sighing as his cock slid into her easily, already slippery with Janie's juices.

"Oh god, this is the life," she whispered as she began rocking her hips as his hands slid up to cup her breasts.

That wasn't the first time Rebecca had bidden her father a good morning like this, and it most certainly wouldn't be the last.

But that's a whole other story.

The End (at least for now)