Chores Ch. 02

"Three years ago, I made your sister a proposal," Miki spoke hesitantly, as she and her daughter Mackenzie sat at the kitchen table in their cozy suburban home. The sun was low and it gave a warm glow through the windows; Mackenzie was wearing a tank top and the light highlighted her powerful arms and shoulders. Miki's gaze moved from her eyes, staring back at her, to the shoulder, arms and then to Mackenzie's hand. They both had glasses of wine, which was unusual for Mackenzie. She was old enough to drink, but her mother almost never invited her to drink at the house.

Both of her sisters, older and younger, were out for the evening, leaving the two of them alone to talk. The atmosphere struck Mackenzie as unusual, but she was comfortable with unusual circumstances.

Mackenzie was a combination of tomboy and femme lesbian. Her whole body was toned with a muscled yet feminine frame. She had outgrown Hot Topic and eyeliner, but her black hair and dark clothes gave her an appearance of someone who was perpetually angry. But she wasn't really, she was just impatient.

Miki had let her statement hang in the air for long enough that Mackenzie raised an eyebrow. Miki continued, though her confident voice was trembling slightly, "I wanted to give you the opportunity to have the same arrangement."

Mackenzie's suspicion grew a little bit. "What kind of arrangement?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Your father..." Miki paused, took a deep breath, and continued with the speech she had given her oldest daughter Kelly, "has a very," she hesitated for a second. She knew the circumstances were very different. She continued the sentence all the same, "very high sex drive." When she finished, she looked at her daughter's face to gauge her reaction.

Mackenzie's expression remained unchanged. "Okay?"

Miki continued "That was fine for a time, and I was happy providing that aspect of the relationship. Sometimes there is a mismatch in a relationship." Miki decided to add to the sentence, "when it comes to sex."

Mackenzie continued to watch her mother, but also reached over and downed half her glass of wine in one sip. She made direct eye contact with her mother, in an effort to project control, as her father did so effectively.

She glanced at her mother then back down at the bottle of wine.

"You're saying that Dad has a high sex drive and you don't." Mackenzie concluded.

Her mother nodded, "Yes. It's put a strain on our relationship, and I've been searching for a solution."

"I understand that's pretty common in relationships." Mackenzie thought of her two previous girlfriends, both of them with thin, dark-haired women, both of them had initially been very interested in sex, then both of them broke it off, with promises to stay friends. Within two weeks, both of them were dating men, in spite of having sworn that they were lesbians. Mackenzie found herself dating another wispy dark-haired woman, but who had a more similar sex drive. But her current girlfriend, Johanna, hadn't called in a while...

"It's true," her mother brought Mackenzie back to the conversation, "but your father is special. It's not just that I love him and I want him to be happy, it's that he's very, very, uh," Miki took a sip of wine. She looked at her daughter, seeing that strength that she had both physicaland mental. "He's very good at that aspect of his life."

Mackenzie was not letting any surprise show on her face. "I've seen the way women look at Dad. I guess I could have expected that he had some extra energy. I know I definitely do." She watched her mother to see if that line made her react. It didn't. Mackenzie poured more wine into her glass and drank again.

"I'm glad you understand. I try to take care of his needs, but he's just... very demanding. And it had been taking a toll on me," Miki admitted,

Mackenzie was watching her mother, she thought she knew where this conversation was going, but she didn't quite believe it yet. "So, this... Uh... Proposal that you made to Kelly. I assume she accepted it?"

Miki smiled, albeit nervously. "Ah, I see you've figured out where this is going."

"Not quite, I'm going to need you to spell it out." Mackenzie smiled and took a slow sip of wine, watching her mother squirm in her seat.

"Mackenzie, your father is a great father, a great husband, he makes a lot of money, and he allows us to maintain a very good lifestyle. But, as I mentioned, he has needs, and I've been struggling to satisfy them," Miki explained, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I'm asking if you would help me."

"With what?" Mackenzie's tone was flat, her eyes narrowing even further.

"With Dad's needs. The proposal I made to Kelly involved helping me to... please... your father." Miki held her hands open, theatrically.

Mackenzie blinked several times, trying to process the information her mother just gave her. "Mom, you know I'm gay right? I don't have sex with men. Beyond that, I... That's not a thing I think I could do." She stood up and began to walk out.

She, and everyone else in her circle, had known she was gay for years, but Mackenzie was an intensely private person. While she wasn't in the closet, she almost never talked about her romantic life.

"Wait, I should show you how much money..." Miki started to say, but Mackenzie cut her off.

"Mom, no. There's no amount of money that could make me do this." She paused, thinking. "That's why Kelly is always using the shower in your room." She started laughing as she stood up from the table and, as if she was walking away from a dangerous animal, walked quickly and quietly out of the house.

Mackenzie got in her car and drove off with nowhere in particular to go. She impressed herself by not thinking about her mother's absurd offer. She just focused on the road, her hands gripping the steering wheel, and her eyes scanning the horizon.

It wasn't the first time someone had asked her, in an honest and straightforward manner, to have sex. She had both an attitude and a look that made people feel both that she was comfortable with the question and willing to follow through. She had a punky, hard look, with tight long-sleeved shirts, faded jeans, and Doc Martens, usually set off with a worn leather jacket. She had shortish, spiky black hair that was still feminine. Her friends were mostly men, and while they would fuck her in a heartbeat, they always dealt with her as an equal.

But people asked her honestly because it was clear she knew exactly who she was and where she wanted to be. Her demeanour helped set her apart from all the other young women around her.

This was how she got together with her girlfriend, Johanna. 27 years old and halfway through her PhD, Johanna had been drawn to Mackenzie's persona after spotting her in class where Johanna was a teaching assistant.

She'd approached Mackenzie immediately, making her laugh with a joke about the teacher and then dropping the line on her that she had heard from men all her life, "Would you come back to my place?" This time, being asked by a wispy woman with shrewd, sarcastic eyes, long black hair and the potential of help with her grades, Mackenzie said yes.

Over the next three weeks, they discovered they had more in common than their initial attraction. They bonded over their shared love of obscure indie bands and late-night philosophical discussions, and she spent literal hours between her new partner's legs. Mackenzie learned from Johanna how best to give and receive pleasure, and Mackenzie got drunk on intimacy.

Mackenzie went to school, stopped off at home for a few minutes before classes, then came straight over to spend the rest of the day or night. That was two weeks ago, and since then Johanna had been busy with classes. They would text here and there, but they hadn't seen each other since.

As Mackenzie drove, she found herself pulling in to park in front of Johanna's townhouse. She thought Johanna might understand her mother's bizarre offer and provide either some advice or at least some other comfort. She quickly pulled into the parking spot, hopped out of the car, and walked towards the front door. Her heart pounding with anticipation and her mind filled with thoughts of getting Johanna into the shower, and soaping up that soft body.

She knocked on the door and heard heavy footsteps approaching. She turned around to see that the person coming to the door was not her girlfriend, but an older woman with an annoyed look. She was heavier, with a round face and a gravelly look. She was not unattractive, but the way she squinted her eyes made Mackenzie feel like it would be hard to be friends with her. This must be a roommate that she never mentioned, Mackenzie thought. "Hi," Mackenzie said cheerfully, "I thought Johanna lived alone." As soon as she said it, she realized her mistake.

The woman's face turned to rage, and Mackenzie realized that not only had she misread who this woman was, but she had misread her own relationship with Johanna.

The woman at the door turned around and started yelling into the house, "This is the one you've been fucking in my bed?!?" She heard Johanna's voice from far inside the house. "What the fuck are you talking about? I don't know who the fuck that is."

"Don't you lie to me!" The heavy woman at the door yelled back.

"I'm not lying!" Johanna's voice screamed back.

The argument between the two women escalated, and Johanna emerged from the back of the house, looking frazzled and confused. "I'm not lying," she insisted, her eyes darting between Mackenzie and the older woman.

The woman sneered at Mackenzie, her anger barely contained. "So, you're telling me that this skanky Tim Burton fangirl, who knows your name and is standing on our doorstep, is a complete stranger to you?"

Johanna's face flushed, and she hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Look, it's not what you think. Mackenzie and I are just friends. We met in class, and we've hung out a few times. That's all."

Mackenzie's heart sank, her excitement replaced by a growing sense of embarrassment and disappointment. She had been so sure about her connection with Johanna, but now she felt foolish for not understanding the situation.

Feeling the weight of the older woman's glare, she stammered, "I'm sorry, I didn't know... I should go." She turned and practically sprinted back to her car, her face burning. The shouting continued on behind her as she left.

As Mackenzie sat in her car, she tried to process what had just happened. She had been so sure about her relationship with Johanna, but now everything felt like a lie. Feeling panicked and a little nauseous, she started the engine and pulled out quickly into the lane without signaling. She didn't even hear the angry honk behind her.

,,,

The day had already been too much for her. Looking for some kind of normalcy, Mackenzie sent a group message to two friends she knew would be nearby: Brian and Tria. Brian was a gingery nerd who had started hitting the gym on his first day in college, moulding himself into a red-headed Greek god with glasses. Now he had the problem of being handsome with a personality that didn't match. Beautiful women would come up to him whenever they went out as friends, and Mackenzie would count the seconds it would take before Brian would turn them off. If he just stood there and said nothing, these girls would come back to his dorm room, but he always opened his dumb mouth. He had no understanding of what he was doing wrong.

Tria was also nerdy and, if she ever chose to show it off, Tria hadan equally attractive body. Long black hair tied back, glasses, and a pale complexion. But she never dressed in a way that was flattering, often looking like she just woke up under a bridge. Beneath her loose-fitting wool shirts, though, Tria hid the most gorgeous figure that Mackenzie had ever seen. They had changed together at a friend's pool, and Mackenzie couldn't believe the body her mousy friend was hiding beneath her thrift shop ensemble. From that point, she had a permanent low-level crush on her. Any thought of getting Tria into bed was swept away whenever she was around Brian, though. Tria's eyes never settled on anyone but him.

Tria was hopelessly in love with Brian and he vaguely knew it, but did not seem to be interested. Mackenzie understood, fool that he was, that he believed he deserved better than what Tria was offering. But he couldn't even come close. He had, of course, asked Mackenzie if she would sleep with him, one night after too many pitchers at a university bar. She laughed and said no, and they continued their friendship.

The three friends sat at a wide picnic table in the sunlit atrium of their university. The buzz of indistinct student conversations filled the air, creating a hum around them. Brian and Tria were bickering about the meaning of some passage in a philosophy book that was part of their readings for the week. Their heads were close together as they studied the same page. When they saw Mackenzie approaching, Brian looked up with a grin, but Tria kept her head in place near her crush.

"Mack! Glad you could come," Brian's eyes lit up as he spoke. "I'm just telling Tria how John Stuart Mill's utilitarianism can be misused to commit all kinds of atrocities..."

Mackenzie raised her hand to stop him from talking. After two insane things that happened that morning, she couldn't handle something so aggressively boring. It would be like slamming on the brakes on the downhill of a rollercoaster. "Yeah, no, I don't care. Also, Tria's probably right."

Tria looked up and smiled, her eyes smiling along. "Of course I am." Mackenzie locked eyes with her, hoping that this small acknowledgment would make Tria want to just see what it was like to kiss a girl. But Tria just took her smile back to Brian.

Brian nodded slowly; his flow broken. He was ready to talk uninterrupted, but instead, he turned his gaze back to Mackenzie. "Okay. Fine. So, what's on your mind? You said something crazy happened."

Mackenzie felt her heart sink into her stomach. "Oh, yeah," she began hesitantly. "Well, uh..." She took a deep breath and let it out. "Remember Johanna? The woman I've been, um, spending all my time with? Well, it turns out she doesn't actually live alone." She paused. "So, I guess I'm back on the market." She traced her finger through some scattered salt on the table, her eyes flicking between her two friends, hoping that Tria might have some ideas.

Instead, it was Brian who chimed in, "Well, if you are interested..."

Tria's eyes widened, and she playfully slapped Brian's arm. "Brian, shut up," she said, her hand lingering on his muscular arm for a moment. She turned to Mackenzie with concern. "So, what the hell happened?"

"Doesn't matter. But the relationship wasn't what I thought it was." She paused, looking at both of them. She thought she wanted to discuss how she felt, but seeing the two of them together and sensing this bizarre love triangle, it only made her feel more alone.

Brian let the silence sit for half a minute, with the chatter of young people in a dozen languages around them, all talking about the same things. He finally broke the silence at their table. "You know, this goes back to my point about Mill and utilitarianism -- it's in the interest of your ex to maximize the benefit of herself to the world. If by not telling you about her partner, she can benefit you while making herself happy, she can provide more..." Tria cut him off, waving her hands.

"You're misunderstanding Mill's point about maximizing benefits; it's for society, not individuals. What Johanna may have been trying to do is minimize the potential harm she does to Mackenzie by keeping the secret, which is a benefit to her, but it's still not a benefit that she truly cares about."

By this point, Mackenzie had already started to stand up, gathering her things, annoyed with both of her friends. As she walked away, she heard them quickly say their goodbyes and return to their argument. This day was not getting better.

...

It was dark when she pulled into the driveway of her house. Her father's car was there, and she thought about their relationship. He was a good father but they weren't as close as they could have been. She walked through the back yard into the house, for the first time in her young life, thinking of being quiet as she entered so that no one would hear her. She dismissed the thought, "This is my life", she told herself.

Miki was in the living room when she heard the door open. She turned her head and saw her daughter standing in the doorway, staring at her with a blank expression. She felt a wave of concern wash over her.

She looked at her daughter for a long moment. "I'm sorry. I'm so embarrassed. Please forgive me."

"No mom, please, I don't blame you. You were just trying to do something nice for dad. I was just taken by surprise." The words hung in the air for a few seconds, and she started speaking again, "I just had a weird day, Mom. I think I need some time to process everything." She started to head towards the stairs, intending to retreat to the sanctuary of her bedroom.

"Wait, Mackenzie! Come here." Mackenzie stopped and turned around, expecting to hear her mother apologize further. Instead, she heard, "I'm going to open a new bottle of wine. Would you like to join me?"

Mackenzie thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure, why not?" She followed her mother into the kitchen.

Miki pulled a bottle from the fridge and grabbed two glasses from the cupboard. She opened the bottle and poured two full glasses, leaving the last glass in the bottle. She handed one to her daughter, who took it and put it down on the counter. She leaned against the counter, next to her mother.

"So, what happened today after you left?" Miki inquired gently.

Mackenzie took a sip of her wine, considering her words. "Nothing major. I went to see someone I used to know, and it didn't go as planned."

"A girl you're interested in?" Miki raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eye. "Is she cute?"

Mackenzie chuckled. "Jesus, Mom, sometimes I almost wish I was in the closet. Can't you be more of a bigot sometimes?"

Miki laughed along with her daughter before growing more serious. "So, I'm guessing you won't be bringing her home then?"

"No," Mackenzie confirmed, letting the silence hang for a moment. "I've been thinking a lot about my identity lately, and how being a lesbian has shaped my life. Just owning it has made me more comfortable with who I am. It also complicates things, sometimes." She took a sip and watched her mother's hand, "Women are hard to figure out."

Miki nodded sympathetically. "I understand, honey. Relationships and identity are never easy at your age."

Mackenzie thought about that, "Yeah," she let the silence hang. Looking at the table she asked, "Mom, if you knew I was gay, why did you ask me to get involved with Dad?"

Miki reached her hand across the table and took Mackenzie's in her own. Mackenzie found the touch to be surprisingly electric, she looked down at their joined fingers and back up at her mother. It occurred to her that she hadn't touched another person since she said goodbye to Johanna two weeks ago.

"It's not about sexual desire, it's about closeness and family. You would get to spend time with your father and he gets to spend time with you. Sex with your father shouldn't be a big issue, you're just sharing a part of you with him. And you would be helping me out. He really does need a lot of attention." She smiled, "I'm his favourite, I love him dearly, but he is a man." She looked into her daughter's eyes, "I know you have sexual experience, and I was hoping that you would want to be involved."

Mackenzie stared at her mother for several seconds before responding. "I'm... I'm going to have to think about it. I can't promise anything."

"Fair enough," Miki said. She picked up her glass and took a long drink. She looked at her daughter and added, "I'll tell you though, with your sister moving out, I think I could use some help." She thought for a second, staring at a hanging plant. "Also... "

Mackenzie looked back at her mother, the tone of her voice had shifted.

Miki looked down at the table, "The first time Kelly did this, I joined the two of them in bed." Either accidentally or by design, the way Miki had her elbow on the table made the loose knit sweater she was wearing slide off her other shoulder. Mackenzie's eyes traced around the exposed skin of Miki's upper chest. Her mouth went dry, her heart began to beat quickly. On this day of strange conversations, this was the first one that touched a raw nerve.

Her mother continued, "if you wanted me to come in with you on your first time, I wouldn't object. I'm sure you have questions and maybe I can..." She took a sultry sip of wine, "help."

Mackenzie swallowed, where did this come from, she thought to herself. She felt her face flush red, and she knew she was blushing. She took a deep breath and forced herself to speak. "Mom, I'll..." she paused. Was this the right thing to do? "I'll have to think about it."

"Of course, dear," Miki said, smiling without breaking eye contact.

Mackenzie finished her glass of wine and then raced upstairs to her room.

***

Later, Mackenzie went to talk to her older sister, Kelly, in her room. At 22, Kelly still lived with her parents (now Mackenzie understood why). In many ways, they were so alike that it was embarrassing; in other ways, they couldn't be more different. They both dyed their hair, but while Kelly had dyed her hair with blonde highlights, Mackenzie had gone with jet black. They were both confident and charismatic women, but Kelly used her confidence to be outgoing and friendly, while Mackenzie used hers to be cool and aloof. They were both talented athletically, but Kelly had always cultivated a slight frame, whereas Mackenzie always went to the gym with an aim to be muscular.

Kelly's room was messier than Mackenzie's. She kept a lot of clothes strewn about on the floor, and her desk was covered by a pile of books and papers. On the bed, she was lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows reading on her phone, her legs kicked upwards and crossed at the ankles. She looked up, "Mac, what's up?"

Mackenzie looked around to make sure the door was closed, "Oh, nothing Kel, I just found you that you've been having a sexual affair with our father for the past couple of years."

Kelly started laughing, "How can you be so blunt and so edgy at the same time? You're like a sharp brick. Yeah, Mom mentioned that she was going to make you the offer when I started talking about moving out. Adulthood comes at you fast, huh?" Kelly's feet kicked with excitement like a dog wagging its tail.

Mackenzie couldn't believe it. She wasn't sure who she was madder at, her mother or her sister. A wave of complex emotions washed over her as she thought about Kelly and her father.

Mackenzie sighed, "You're right, but I'm not ready. I don't know if I ever will be. It's not that I don't on some level want to help them, but this is beyond what anyone would ever say is normal, sex with my own father? Even beyond that, I don't like men. Like, I have enough trouble with women."

Kelly noticed the uncertainty and fear in her sister's eyes. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to decide right now. Just remember, whatever you choose, you're still you. Your identity won't change because of this."

Mackenzie's eyes lifted up as she felt reassured by her sister's words. "Thank you, Kel. That means a lot."

"Look, can I tell you about it? It looks like you've made up your mind not to, and that's ok, but I wouldn't mind talking about it." Kelly put down her phone. "I can't discuss this with anyone, it's become one of the most important parts of my life, and it had to be kept a secret."

Mackenzie thought about it, she wanted to know every salacious detail, but she buried that thought and told herself that she was helping her sister. "Ok, fine," she said, hiding her excitement.

Kelly paused, collecting thoughts that she had kept to herself for years. "Having sex with Dad is great, but I don't think of him as, like, a boyfriend. It's like a chore that I love to do. Like pulling the fuzz out of the lint catcher in the dryer?" She looked at her sister for recognition. "You have to do it, sure, but you enjoy it?"

Mackenzie sat down at her sister's desk chair, it swiveled slightly, "yeah, you're weird about that."

Kelly continued, "When we first started, I told myself that it was just 'normal' sex, no strings attached. But now it's become so much more than that. We have grown closer together, and it's just... easy. It's not perfect, but it's good."

From the desk chair where she sat, she leaned back and put her bare feet on Kelly's bed close to her stomach. "So, you're saying that you have a deeper relationship with them now?"

"Well, yeah. Fucking a married man daily for years will brign you closer. But uh, did Mom tell you about the money?" Kelly asked.

"Yeah, she did say something about it, but she never said anything specific about what you.. uh... had arranged."

"Oh, you didn't know! Well, this is like my job. I am a one-man escort." Kelly said, smiling.

"An escort?" Mackenzie asked.

"Prostitute. Escort. Whore. Call me whatever you want. Actually, don't call me whore. I'm a professional." Kelly said with a mocking tone.

Mackenzie thought for a moment. "But what's it like, to have sex with dad?" she asked, "You said that you don't think of him as a boyfriend, but how does that feel?"

Kelly smiled, "He's really good in bed. Really, really good," she giggled. "I don't know how else to explain it, it's just something you have to try. He's, uh, not like he is usually, he's forceful but also really vulnerable. When I suck his cock, he's so hard, and it feels so big in my mouth. There's nothing better than making a man cum like that." She lay on her side, propped up on one arm staring up, thinking, "and he's had a vasectomy, so no condoms."

Mackenzie blushed, "I guess I understand, but how does it feel to have sex with him?"

"Like I'm somewhere else. Like I'm completely content. Like everything in the world has been lifted from me. I'm not thinking about school or my career, I'm not thinking about my future. I trust him and he loves me." Kelly's smile faded, "I don't know how to explain it, it's just... a feeling. Like I'm not really here. I'm just there, and then when it's over, I'm back here."

Mackenzie listened, taking in her sister's words. "Not only that, it's like we're a part of the same team..." As they talked, she began to understand the complexity of the situation and the reasons behind Kelly's choice. Her confusion was deepening, even as she learned more. She felt strangely turned on by this talk, thinking of her father and sister in their parents' bed. She wanted to know more. "And what do you get out of it?"

"For me, well, this job keeps me in college. Got me a car and paid for all my other expenses. I actually enjoy being with Dad, it's nice having someone to talk to. And it's kind of nice to have a secret."

Kelly continued, "Besides that, I don't crave sex with any guy I'm with. If I wanted to have sex, no problem, but I won't just hook up with any loser at a bar night. I get all the affection I need at home." Kelly wanted her sister's face, looking for a sense that her words were connecting.

"You've never told any of your boyfriends... Have you?" Mackenzie asked, suddenly remembering all the men who had been to Sunday dinners with her family.

Kelly laughed, "Oh my god no! Could you imagine?" She started staring, lost in thought. "Could you imagine?" she said more softly. "I'd like to meet someone who would understand, but that's a lot of trust. No, they don't need to know about this part of my life."

Mackenzie thought about Johanna, how insane it was that she had been the other woman, a side piece. She just realized now how dangerous their brief relationship was. The guilt settled heavy on her stomach, along with an irrational jealousy. Maybe, she thought to herself, this could work. It sounded challenging and probably would be difficult for her, but the feeling that came over her while she talked to her sister was unlike anything she'd experienced before.

As she considered the idea further, her sister spoke up. "If you're thinking about helping Mom and Dad too, you should talk with him, see if you're on the same page.," she paused, letting her voice get more serious, "This is a big step."

"I know, I'll do that. I'm trying to wrap my head around it, though." Mackenzie replied, standing up and walking towards the door. "Thank you for telling me. I feel better." She looked back at her sister and asked "You usually go to his bedroom around 11pm?"

"Unless he has another meeting," Kelly said, almost proud.

"Can't believe I never noticed," said Mackenzie to herself as he opened the door and walked through.

Before the door closed, her older sister jokingly called towards her, "I look forward to working with you!"

...

Mackenzie found her father in the living room, reading papers for work. He still printed everything out, if you asked him, he would say something about keeping his eyes healthy.

Mackenzie felt suddenly afraid, but then quickly found her courage. "Dad, I need to talk to you," she said.

"About?" he asked, looking up from the papers. Todd was away from home most of the day, and while he was kind and caring, Mackenzie realised that it was relatively rare to be able to have time with the two of them alone.

She sat down on the couch opposite him and began, "I need to talk to you about something."

"You said that, what's up?" He said, giving a smile.

"Um, it's about, well, you know." She stared at him, waiting for recognition. "The proposal. The one mom made?"

"Proposal for what, darling?"

"For the..." Mackenzie was worried; did her mom not tell her father about this insane request? She sought some euphemism to protect herself, "Extra chores. Wait, did Mom not tell you about all this?"

Todd held a straight face for half a second, then burst out laughing. "Hah, of course your mother told me. I was just messing with you, honey." He put his papers away. "So, I'm guessing you have some questions."

Mackenzie nodded, relieved. "Yes, I do. Jesus, Dad."

"First off, yes, I want you to help with the housework." He looked her in the eyes. "I'm not sure that I can afford to pay you, but I'll figure something out." He had that look on his face like he was waiting for a joke to land.

Mackenzie rolled her eyes. "Alright, Dad, let's be serious about this. What's the arrangement that you have with Kelly?"

"We pay her a boatload of money and I get to fuck her before bed every night," he said matter-of-factly. Todd looked at her more softly and asked, "Mac, did something happen today?"

Mackenzie was surprised. Was she so transparent to her father? "What? How would you know that?"

"It's written on your face. Look, I'd be happy to work out an arrangement that suits you, but I don't want you making that decision because of something bad that happened today." He stood up and motioned to the seat beside her, "May I?" Mackenzie nodded.

He sat down beside her and put his hand on hers. Mackenzie felt the warmth from his touch. "Today, I found out that my girlfriend wasn't really my girlfriend. I was her side piece," she confessed, looking at his hand, while her father kept looking at her. She continued, "and it's not that I thought she was the one or anything, but I have so much trouble getting women that I like to like me." Her father wrapped his arms around her, and she went on, "and I have these friends, and I have a crush on one of them but she's in love with this other friend of ours, and he wants me..." She felt a tear brewing in her eye, but she inhaled.

Her father stroked her hair "I'm sure you'll find someone soon," he said.

"Dad, I'm not talking about finding someone. I'm talking about finding a woman that I love. I mean, I know that sounds stupid, but I'm not going to settle for someone just because they're convenient." She felt her head lean into and rest on his muscled chest.

Her father laughed. "You're not settling for convenience; you're just being honest. You're not going to find someone that you love immediately, but you'll fall in love eventually. It just takes time."

"Dad, Mom says that you're good with women." Mackenzie was coming to her point. She ran the palm of her hand over her eye to push away any tears, and finally met his steady gaze "I was hoping that we could make an arrangement like Kelly's where you teach me how to approach women, and I'll help you with the... chores."

Todd looked into her eyes for a long moment. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes, I'm sure," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

He brought her back in for a long hug, again it was the first time she had been held like this since Johanna, but not only that, this embrace felt warmer, stronger, more enveloping. Unlike with Johanna, she felt loved. She buried her face in Todd's chest. "Yes, I'm sure"

***

Mackenzie found herself sitting on her parents' bed, with the door locked and her father showering in the adjoining bathroom. She felt like it was the first day in school, nervous, but excited. She knew that she needed to do this, but she had no idea what to expect.

She heard the water shut off and a rustling sound of towels. Suddenly her father stood in the doorway, "You don't look comfortable, come here," he said. Mackenzie appreciated, in an intellectual way, how handsome her father must be to straight women: smooth skin, tall powerful body, an athletic chest and arms, broad shoulders, standing there waiting for her with only a towel wrapped around his waist. She appreciated, too, that he had just freshly shaved his face, Mackenzie knew that she would have a hard time with facial hair.

She sat up and moved closer to him, "what do you want me to do?" she asked as if she expected the answer would be to mow the lawn.

"Well, let's get these clothes off first, then we'll go from there." Todd said, with a smile.

Mackenzie pulled off her t-shirt like it was a jersey after game time, and stood up in her bra and baggy jeans. She undid her pants and pulled them off one leg at a time leaving them in a pile. Todd smiled as he remarked that she wasn't even trying to be sexy, but legs and arms were beautifully toned as she looked down and stretched them out shyly.

She reached behind her back to unhook her bra, her breasts came free, perfect handfuls with nipples which hardened in the cool air. "So, I know this isn't the first time you've fucked a family member, but is it your first time with a lesbian?" She said confrontationally.

He laughed. She would always get direct when she felt uncomfortable. He wanted to make this easy for her, "No, I've actually slept with a few women who are only romantic with women." He reached out and touched her bare back, gently pulling her into his embrace. He kissed her neck, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, "but this is the first time I've done it with you. Every woman is different."

Mackenzie felt her heart race as her father kissed her. She could feel his erection pressing against her through his towel. "So why did these other gay women get involved with you, if they weren't interested in men?" She said into his ear, letting his kisses make their way down her neck.

"I don't know," he answered, "they just liked me." He kissed her again, this time on the lips. He was gentle and soft. She responded by kissing him back. She didn't feel desire, but she loved the intimacy.

"I actually have a lesbian colleague who comes to meet me regularly in my office. She'll have me fuck her from behind at my desk." Todd began kissing back down her neck. "Her partner's okay with her having sex with me - as long as it's not a woman, she doesn't think of it as cheating." He began kissing down her shoulder, "She came to me because she wanted to try out being with a man and I guess I have a bit of a reputation." He held her tight and continued kissing as Mackenzie leaned her head back to let him kiss the front of her neck. "They know that I'm not going to obsess over them, but that I'll be respectful."

Mackenzie breathed through his hair, and recognized her father's distinctive smell, "what do you do with her?" She whispered, "what do you do to her that makes her keep coming back."

Her father released her from his arms and gave her a little shove and she fell back on the bed. His hands went to her thighs, and he was rubbing them slowly. She felt his fingers slide down the side of her legs, removing her panties and pulling them down her legs. She lifted them in the air to help him. "I don't know if I can explain it, but I know when I'm doing it right." He got onto his knees at the edge of the bed and started to kiss the inside of her thighs. She spread them wide and let him continue.

Mackenzie was breathing hard, she was getting wetter by the second. As her father continued kissing her inner thigh, she felt her pussy begin to drip. "She comes to me for a hard cock, but I need to make sure she's ready." Todd put his mouth over his daughter's pussy, and found her clit with his tongue.

Mackenzie took a deep breath and moaned loudly, her back came up off the mattress "oh God, that's what I need."

"Mmm Hmm," Todd said, getting into a steady pace. Mackenzie grabbed his hair with one hand. She was breathing heavily and moaning louder. "Oh my god, Dad, oh yeah, that's it, kiss me there." She was thrusting her hips up towards him. His hands wrapped around her thighs.

Todd continued licking her, "mmmm mm, mmmmmm," he traced his tongue around her entrance.

"Oh god, I can't believe that my dad is going down on me, this is so... fucking... weird," She said out loud but the only sign of Todd's agreement was the long strokws of his tongue along her clit. She was panting, he kept working his magic with his tongue. She stared up at the ceiling and back toward the window behind the bed. She had the vague sensation that this was a dream. Did straight women dream of fucking their fathers? She was so horny, and she couldn't stop thinking about how good he was making her feel.

The thought of her sister Kelly doing the same thing night after night brought her back from her dream. She suddenly remembered that she was here for a reason, and she couldn't get tricked into fucking him with no reward. If he brought her to orgasm, she might do anything for him.

She grabbed him by the hair and indicated that he should stop, "Stop daddy, stop for a second." Mackenzie was an adult, she hadnt called him daddy in years. Somehow though it felt right and she didn't question it. Todd lifted his head and looked at her. "This is for you, come and fuck me."

She sat up on the edge of the bed and their faces were close. He kissed her and she tasted the familiar taste of herself on his lips.

He lifted her up and she felt a little thrill as he powerfully moved her into place. He spread her legs and positioned the tip of his cock on her vulva, Mackenzie was excited staring up at her father.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, daddy." And she meant it. As he slid in, the first waves of the orgasm that she had told herself not to have came crashing through her. She cried out, and wrapped her legs around him. She shuddered and shook.

As he slid his cock into her, he groaned, "that's my good girl." He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in. "My beautiful, beautiful girl."

Mackenzie closed her eyes. The sensations were intense, and she had to admit, she loved the praise. "You feel so good, Daddy." She breathed.

"Yeah? Does it feel good for you?" He pulled out again, pushing himself in again even deeper.

"It's perfect," she sighed, as her hips were forced into the bed.

"Mmm hmm," he growled.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispered.

"That's right, sweetheart." He said, his voice low and sexy. "How is your first cock?"

Mackenzie moaned. The pleasure was building and she was almost there. "So good." She said the last word like it was a shaft sliding out of her, and she would remember the feeling of saying it later. For years after, she would think of this moment secretly whenever anyone raised their eyebrows when she said that she was "mostly a lesbian."

"Mmmm," he agreed, his pace increasing. "Does it feel good?" Todd knew, and had known for years, the kind of effect that he had.

"Yes, Daddy." She laid back and enjoyed the sensation, as she stared up at the fan on the ceiling of her parents' bedroom. This is what her sister was talking about, she thought to herself, this feels fantastic. She enjoyed the feeling of his hair in her hand, the muscles of his back.

He was getting faster, harder, and his breath was smooth and steady. Mackenzie felt the rush of another orgasm coming. Her body tightened, and her hands released him and gripped the bed sheets. She felt his breath in her ear.

"Oh, Mackenzie, you feel so good." He lifted one of her legs and swung it to the side so that her legs were pressed together. "You're so beautiful," Mackenzie let out a cry as the new position allowed him to go deeper. Her back was still on the bed but her legs lay to the side, her ass pressed into his hips. One of his hands was on her thigh, holding her in place.

"Daddy, how many times are you going to make me cum?" she moaned.

He kept pumping his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her. He was so hard, and she loved it. "As many as you need."

She arched her back, closing her eyes tightly and curling her toes. Enjoying the feeling of being held down "Mmm, that's good. Do you fuck Kelly like this?"

Todd's fingers gripped her harder, and his hips pounded harder into her. "Do you fuck mom like this?" She asked, almost shouting, with her hands gripping his wrists.

"Or is this how you fuck us dykAAAAAHHHH" Mackenzie started wailing as an orgasm spread through her body, making her shake uncontrollably, causing Todd to finally let loose and spray his seed deep inside his daughter. He thrust deeply, still gripping her, with each hard thrust sending a wave of pleasure through the both of them.

Still thrusting to get the last aftershocks of his orgasm, he held on to Mackenzie's hips, sending the last spurts of cum into her as he laid down beside her still shaking body.

They laid beside each other, listening to each other's breath. She turned her head to look at him and Todd saw his daughter smile. He smiled back at her. Then Mackenzie started to laugh, and Todd put his forehead against hers and he started to laugh as well. The two of them clasped hands.

They let the laughter run through them, and then Todd gave his daughter a kiss on the lips. She kissed him back and laughed again. "So," she said with a smile, "I have to do this everyday?"

...

The next day she was sitting with her friends, talking over the readings for the lecture. They were back in the atrium with the large wooden tables, the floor-to-ceiling windows letting in the light reflected off the floor-to-ceiling windows of the other buildings around their urban university campus. Tria and Brian were chatting away, with Mackenzie watching them.

She had run through a lot of emotions in the last 16 hours, euphoria, happiness, fear, anxiety, and shame, in combinations, or alone. But now she took all of them and tamped them down into a weird energy that she was going to use to follow her heart and accomplish her goals.

She had a plan. Her father had helped her work it out, but had advised against it. "Find someone new," he said. Mackenzie told him he didn't understand - Tria was a goal she had. Mackenzie wasn't ready to let this one go.

She stared at Brian, not paying attention to what he was saying, but thinking, maybe I could make this work, maybe I'm bisexual. Brian wants to fuck me, Tria wants to fuck Brian, I want to fuck Tria. Maybe we can all get what we want. She felt predatory looking at the two of them.

Mackenzie interrupted Brian's lecture. "You guys want to get some drinks after class?" She asked both of them. She felt awkward and self conscious, all of a sudden, what if they thought this was strange. They were both looking at her. She continued: "Maybe we grab some beers and bring them back to Tria's place, since she has... privacy?"

Brian studied her face, and Tria studied his. He responded first, enthusiastic but unsure "Of course, yeah, I'd love to..." He looked over at Tria "if that's alright with you."

"Yeah!" Tria exclaimed. Mackenzie saw that Tria jumped on board as soon as she saw that Brian was interested, "that sounds like fun. Honestly, I've been so stressed, that's exactly what I need."

Just what we all need, Mackenzie thought.

After class, they found themselves in Tria's small one-bedroom apartment, not far from campus, three drinks in. There were books piled into every window sill, and the room was filled with candles that Tria had lit when they walked in. Tria was the type of person who got candles as a gift, no one bought her a lamp.

The three of them were piled on her queen bed, which took up most of the room, with Harry Styles playing from a small set of speakers on the shelf. Tria and Brian were talking in the same animated way they usually did, and Mackenzie sat frustrated against the wall, her butt on Tria's pillow.

She scooted over to the edge of the bed and made her way to the small bathroom. After relieving herself, she stared into her own eyes in the mirror.

"What would Dad do in this situation?" She asked herself. "He probably wouldn't be here; he would have cut Brian loose a long time ago and had Tria draped over him months ago." She was determined not to let this opportunity go, though. She had made up her mind.

She walked back into the room. Brian and Tria looked up to see what she was doing.

"Brian," she said authoritatively, "could you head down and grab us some more beer? Just another six-pack."

Brian shuffled around his empty beer can. "Why me? Why can't we all go?" To Mackenzie he sounded whiny. He was a whiny, beautiful, sculpted man, and Mackenzie hoped she could shut him up for an hour.

"Me and Tria have to talk about something. Don't worry about it; you'll like it." She smiled at him. He looked at her with one eye through slightly blurred vision. She thought that she could see hope in him. She hoped that he understood what she was asking him. He must have because he didn't ask for money.

"Okay," he said cheerfully, standing up and getting his shoes on. "Is there anything that you're interested in drinking?"

"Get me an IPA," she sat down beside Tria. "Is there anything that you want?"

"Something sweet!" Tria said, a little too loud.

"And something sweet for the lady, like a cider or a cooler." Mackenzie ordered, not taking her eyes off Tria.

"I know just the thing," said Brian. He was about to start speaking again, but Mackenzie stopped him with a look.

"Go now, come back quickly!" Without thinking, Brian leapt quickly and ran out the door. They heard his footsteps tripping down the old carpeted stairs.

Mackenzie looked up, and the two of them suddenly locked eyes. Tria smiled, "So why did you need him out of the apartment so bad?"

"Tria," Mackenzie found it difficult to keep eye contact, but she forced herself. "I was thinking that we could do something special to celebrate, and if it works out it could help with the last few weeks of class."

Tria brushed her hair from behind her ear, and Mackenzie couldn't believe how cute she looked. "What do you mean special?"

Could I kiss her right now? Mackenzie wondered, but she continued, "I know you have feelings for Brian."

She said it hoping that Tria would reply with "actually it's you I'm interested in..." but instead Tria said "Oh god, is it that obvious?" She put her face over her hand, and started to stammer.

Mackenzie rushed to comfort her, "Hey, it's okay. I'm going to help."

Mackenzie took a deep breath, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation. Even so her face was tranquil and she kept a warm smile. She moved closer to Tria so that she could feel the light brush of Tria's breath on her face, and every time it happened her heart fluttered.

"Tria, listen to me," Mackenzie began, her voice steady even as she tried to calm the knots in her stomach. "I know how you feel about Brian, and I respect that. I want to make it happen for you."

Tria's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of confusion and gratitude flickering in her gaze. "You... you want to help me?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Mackenzie nodded, her heart pulled by her secret desire. "Yes, I do. I think tonight could be... very special for the three of us. Let me take the lead."

Tria's expression softened, a hint of gratitude shining through as she considered Mackenzie's words. "I never thought... I never imagined you would want to help me like this," she admitted, her voice was so vulnerable.

Mackenzie smiled reassuringly, "I care about you, Tria. I want to see you happy."

Tria's gaze met Mackenzie's, a spark of gratitude and trust igniting between them. "Thank you, Mackenzie," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Mackenzie nodded, her heart pounding. "Just trust me, and go along with what I'm doing. Okay?"

Tria took a deep breath and nodded, her hands trembling slightly as Mackenzie took them in hers.

Happy and relieved that Tria was indulging her. Mackenzie took the lead and began guiding Tria's hand to gently touch her chest, feeling her heartbeat beneath the fabric of her shirt. She then led Tria's hand to her lips, where she gently kissed Tria's fingers. "Oh," Tria said, surprised, "you know I'm not..."

"It's okay to touch me," Mackenzie whispered, she looked at Tria with the deepest desire. "I want you to touch me, for Brian."

Tria hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching Mackenzie's face. Finally, she moved her hand to Mackenzie's waist, her fingers tracing the curves of her body. Mackenzie let out a soft sigh, her eyes closing as she felt herself finally getting what she wanted. "You're so muscular," told her in awe.

That's a start Mackenzie thought to herself. "That's it, just like that," Mackenzie murmured, her voice soft. "Keep touching me, we're going to give Brian a show."

Tria complied, her fingers tracing soft circles on Mackenzie's waist, moving lower until they reached her hips. Mackenzie gasped, her breaths becoming shallow as Tria's touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

"You feel so good, Tria," Mackenzie whispered, her eyes never leaving Tria's. "You're beautiful, even if you don't always think that you are. You're beautiful to me."

Mackenzie could feel Tria hesitate, but her fingers continued to move, tracing the curve of Mackenzie's hips, her heart pounding with every touch.

They heard Brian at the door and Tria recoiled slightly, but Mackenzie held her in place. Brian came through the door "Okay, I got some..." he paused as his eyes fell on the two women holding each other on the bed.

He looked from Mackenzie to Tria and back again, his face a mixture of surprise and confusion. "Uh, I'll just - uh - put these down," he mumbled, his voice suddenly unsteady. He quickly set a six-pack porter on the table and retreated to the other side of the room, his eyes darting nervously between the two women.

"Tria," Mackenzie said softly, her voice seemingly deeper and more commanding than before, "it's time."

Tria glanced at Brian uncertainly, but she nodded. With a deep breath, she turned to face Mackenzie, her hands moving to undo the buttons of her shirt.

Mackenzie's own hands moved to match hers, their fingers brushing against each other as they worked, taking away the barriers between the two of them. Tria's shirt fell open, and reached around to her back to unhook her bra, their faces came close and for a second they were breathing the same air. Tria's breasts came free.

Tria's shirts were always so formless that you never got a sense of what her tits would look like. Mackenzie drew her breath sharply as she caught her first look at her crush topless, and she was perfect. Her shirt was open and her breasts were huge and round and had the perkiness of youth.

Slowly, Mackenzie reached out and cupped one feeling the warmth of her skin against her own. Tria let out a small gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into the touch.

"You're so beautiful," Mackenzie whispered, uncertain. "I've wanted this for so long." She lifted the weight of one of Tria's tits to her mouth, like a thirsty woman drinking from a water skin. She sucked on the nipple and Tria let out a little shudder.

Tria opened her eyes, her gaze locked with Mackenzie's. Mackenzie hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, as she remembered the price that she had to pay for this experience. "Brian," she turned to look at him, "why don't you come sit next to Tria?"

But Brian moved way too fast. Suddenly his pants were off, and his hard cock was in Mackenzie's face. She looked over to see her crush, Tria, looking at her with a little worry - this wasn't what Mackenzie had planned. She felt his hand on the back of her head pushing her towards his hard shaft. Then Tria was right beside her, down on her stomach on the bed in front of Brian. She began licking his balls.

We were so ready to fuck each other that it only took the suggestion, thought Mackenzie. Then the tip of Brian's cock met her lips and, annoyed, she obediently opened her mouth to let it in. It pushed its way into her mouth, and when she didn't do anything with it, it began pistoning in and out of her mouth as Brian held her head still.

As Mackenzie's lips wrapped around the shaft of Brian's cock, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She had always been attracted to Tria, and here she was giving a heterosexual double blowjob with her. She felt Tria below her, working Brian's balls with enthusiasm, and felt a surge of longing. Mackenzie reached out for her, to get the feel of her skin. She stroked the soft skin of her back, but Tria's eyes remained closed, finally touching Brian the way she wanted to.

Mackenzie meanwhile was having her mouth invaded with every thrust. She was no fan of cock, and each time it slid into her mouth was a new unpleasant surprise. Brian's grip on the back of her head was relentless. She kept it up, moving her tongue around, and wrapping her lips as she imagined straight girls would do it, swallowing the spit that she was building up. She didn't like this. Then his shaft rubbed along the side of her teeth.

"Ow," Brian said, pulling out. He looked at the two women; Mackenzie, his lesbian conquest, who looked unhappy with him and Tria, his platonic friend who had been eagerly sucking his balls.

Mackenzie tried to salvage it. She motioned for Brian to come forward and bring his hips to Tria, who eagerly held her mouth open with her tongue out and a smile. Mackenzie tapped her friend on the rear, to get her to get up on all fours. Tria automatically spread her legs out and Mackenzie began pulling off her panties. Brian stared down at Mackenzie as Tria's mouth wrapped around his cock. He sucked in his breath, "holy shit, that's..." he moaned in pleasure. He began to feel what it was like to get an enthusiastic blowjob after getting one that was reluctant.

Mackenzie in the meantime was going to make use of the pussy near her. She had her face hovering between her friend's legs. Mackenzie felt like a thief taking what she wanted while her friend was distracted, but she had come this far.

Tria moaned softly, her hips bucking involuntarily, as he sucked Brian's cock. Mackenzie ran her hand down Tria's curvy hips, then her fingers brushing against her pussy. She could feel the moisture seeping from between Tria's legs, and her heart pounded in her chest with anticipation.

"mmm," Tria moaned with need.

Mackenzie moved her hand slowly, closer to Tria's core. Her fingers brushed against the delicate, damp folds of Tria's labia as Tria's hips bucked involuntarily against Mackenzie's touch.

Mackenzie's heart pounded in her chest as she continued to explore Tria's body, her fingers dipping inside her wet pussy. Tria moaned louder, her hips bucking and writhing beneath her.

Mackenzie's fingers explored Tria's body, her touch gentle but consistent as she penetrated her friend deeper and deeper. She let her fingers out and placed her mouth over Tria's hole. Mackenzie's tongue finally began to lick Tria's clit and she moaned in pleasure, her body shivering as she clung to Brian's hips.

As she slid her tongue between the folds of Tria's labia, there was a nagging feeling that this was good, but it wasn't great.

Brian watched on, standing over them, his gaze fixed on Mackenzie pleasuring Tria and she focused on sucking his cock, Mackenzie curled up between Tria's legs. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be a part of this moment. This was more than he could have ever dreamed of, but, greedy, he wanted more

He cupped Tria's face gently, and pushed her gently back onto the bed so she could fully enjoy Mackenzie's tongue and fingers. He then went around behind Mackenzie and put his hands firmly on her hips.

For half a second, Mackenzie thought that she could enjoy being fucked from behind while she was eating pussy. After all, she had been fucked last night and it was fantastic. But as soon as it slid in, she felt... nothing. That was nothing sexual about it, all it felt like was an object sliding in and out of her, with some hands gripping her waist a little harder than she would have liked. Like in her mouth, it wasn't sexy, it was just there. And it was actually interfering with her mild enjoyment of being between her friend's legs. The rhythmic thumping pushed her face into Tria's pussy.

"Yeah, you like that?" Brian asked, his voice shaky.

Mackenzie got up on her hands, still being held on her knees by Brian. "Nope," she said assertively. She pulled Brian's hands off of her and walked forward on her knees, his cock sliding out of her. She looked back, he wasn't even wearing a condom. Jesus Christ. She got up off the bed and turned around, bottomless, and looked at the both of them. They were both looking lost until Tria scooted down the bed a little bit and offered up her ass to Brian, who quickly took advantage and moved her into position on her hands and knees. The two of them quickly forgot Mackenzie as Brian took a fistful of Tria's hair in one hand, took the soft flesh of her hip in the other and began to fuck Tria from behind. She straightened up her elbows and reached up around to kiss him, giving Mackenzie a view of her amazing breasts, bouncing with each thrust.

The two of them ignored her as Mackenzie awkwardly put on her clothes, took her bag and the alcohol that Brian had bought. That asshole hadn't bought what they had asked him for. It didn't matter, it was hers now. Mackenzie walked out the door to the sounds of grunting and moaning.

...

It was 11pm by the time Mackenzie got back to her family home, and she knew what to expect. She cracked a beer when she walked through the door. She could hear her younger sister playing loud music in the basement, blissfully unaware of the bizarre family dynamic in the house. Their mother Miki was in the living room reading. "Hi Mom,"

"Hi, sweetie. How was your day?" Miki asked. Mackenzie was annoyed at how she acted as if everything was normal.

"Not great, Mom, not great," Mackenzie said, taking another sip of the beer. She looked at the can - Stout? God, she thought, I can't believe I let that guy put his dick in my mouth.

Miki put her book down and looked at her with concern. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked.

"Nope," she said, turning away from her mother and walking up the stairs, "I'm going to talk about it with dad."

"Honey," Miki said, concerned, "Your father is..."

"I know what Dad is doing." Mackenzie cut her off.

As Mackenzie trudged up the stairs, she could hear her father's voice echoing through the halls, followed by the distinct sound of him talking in a low voice. "Yeah, just like that."

She had known how to open locked doors in the house since she was 12. You just needed to give it a push and then a pull in just the right way. She opened the door quietly to see Todd, nude, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her sister Kelly was on her knees between his legs, with her father gently caressing her hair. She was stripped to the waist and Mackenzie watched as Kelly's head bobbed up and down, her blonde hair cascading down her back and shoulders. Her dorsal muscles flexed with each suck.

Todd met her eyes but neither of them said anything. Mackenzie just smiled.

"Something I can do for you, honey?" Todd finally asked, Kelly opened her eyes to see what was going on but Todd just gently soothed her back into her blowjob. "Shh, shh, shh, it's okay honey. It's just Mackenzie."

His cock still in her mouth, Kelly looked up at her father incredulous, but then returned to her job, her mouth still trying to bring him to completion.

Mackenzie came over to them and absent mindedly ran her hands through Kelly's long blonde hair. It was much softer than her own. How have I gone from being the third wheel in one threesome to the third wheel in the next. "I had a bad day." Todd reached out a hand and she took it. He put his other hand over hers on Kelly's head. "I just came back from a threesome with Tria and Brian, but it wasn't good. Tria was more into Brian. I left them there."

Kelly, her mouth full, made a humming noise that sounded like "What?" and looked up,

"Shh, honey," Todd said to his oldest daughter, petting her hair, "Let your sister finish." Kelly looked back down at what she was doing.

Mackenzie curled her fingers around Kelly's hair and began to control the rhythm of her bobbing head. Kelly looked at her annoyed for a few seconds, but then closed her eyes and refocused. Mackenzie squeezed her father's hand. "I thought if I could just get her to touch me, if I could kiss her, I could make her cum, then she would feel the same way I do."

Todd gently pulled on Mackenzie's hand and guided her to the edge of the bed to sit beside him. He released her hand, brushed her hair back from her ear and began to kiss her neck, whispering reassuring words. "You're my beautiful girl, and I will always be here for you," Todd said. "Remember, it's okay to feel confused and upset, but that doesn't mean you were wrong for trying to connect with Tria. We all look for love in different ways, and sometimes, it doesn't work out the way we want."

Mackenzie couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she glanced at Kelly, who still had Todd's cock suckled deeply into her throat. She felt like such an outsider, yet here she was trying to find solace in her father's touch. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

"Don't be," Todd said jokingly, "I'm paying your sister." Mackenzie laughed.

Kelly continued sucking her father's cock but gave them both a disappointed look.

"I just wish I could have been happier for you," Todd said. "I'm proud that you're trying to find what you need, but it's okay to feel lost sometimes, too."

Mackenzie nodded. "But how do I find my way?" she asked. "I feel like being me isn't working out for me."

Mackenzie leaned into him, grateful for his support. She looked at Kelly, who was still pleasing her father. She had her eyes closed now with one hand holding the base of his shaft as the tip disappeared into her mouth. She seemed so content just sucking cock.

Todd smiled and tugged at Mackenzie's earlobe, whispering in her ear, "It's okay, babe. Just focus on us, okay? We're your family, and we're here to support you." Mackenzie sniffled and nodded. Todd then turned his attention back to Kelly, who was still going at it. "Hey, hon," he said softly, "why don't you give Mackenzie a chance? Maybe you can both work something out?" Kelly hesitated, but then she slowly pulled off Todd's cock and swiveled her head to face Mackenzie. She looked into her sister's eyes, a mixture of envy and curiosity shining through. "It's okay if you don't want to, honey," Todd reassured her.

"Sure, we'll figure something out," Mackenzie echoed, reaching out to cup Kelly's cheek. "If you don't want to, that's okay, but I'm extremely horny."

Kelly considered for a moment, still on her knees and then slowly started to kiss Mackenzie's knee, then up her leg. Mackenzie bent down to her sister and their lips met softly. She could feel Kelly's hands gripping her tightly, pulling her closer. She moaned into the kiss, her heart pounding in her chest.

Todd watched them with a mix of pride and desire, stroking his erect cock as he watched the two girls kiss. He knew that he had to be patient, to let them find their own way. He hadn't planned on bringing his daughters together, having them join him in bed was enough, but he knew it would be good for both of them. And he was grateful that he was there to watch.

As the kiss started to intensify, Kelly moved her hand down to Mackenzie's pants, unbuttoning them with ease. She slid her hand under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her sister's belly. "Don't expect this all the time, Mac," Kelly said with a touch of annoyance in her voice.

"I know, I know," Mackenzie said with a hint of laughter, "I have to pay for it like everyone else."

"Shut up," Kelly said quietly as she pulled off her sister's pants and underwear together. Then she quickly, and expertly slid between Mackenzie's thighs. Her tongue dipped into her wet folds; it was too quick, but Mackenzie was so turned on that she was ready to go. She inhaled deeply, arched her back, and let out a moan.

Within seconds, Kelly's tongue was touching all the right spots and Mackenzie's legs went wide. Todd stroked his cock and leaned over and whispered in Mackenzie's ear, "You like that don't you?"

Mackenzie nodded, her face squeezed together in pleasure. "How is she so good at this?" She asked into the room, her eyes shut tight. Todd watched Kelly's head move its gentle circles between Mackenzie's legs. Seated beside her, he wrapped an arm around Mackenzie's torso and kissed her neck. She melted into his arms.

With his free hand he reached down and began to stroke his daughter Kelly's hair, eliciting a whimper of pleasure from her.

Mackenzie's hands clenched the sheets, her breath coming short and fast. Kelly licked and kissed, driving Mackenzie closer and closer to the edge.

Mackenzie's body tensed, her moans getting louder. Todd knew she was close. "I'm going to fuck your sister," He breathed into Mackenzie's ear, "Is that OK?" She nodded and he got up, laying her back with her butt still at the edge of the bed, and her feet planted on the ground.

Kelly was on her hands and knees in front of the bed and Mackenzie barely noticed when Todd stood up and got in behind her. He tapped Kelly's ass gently to let her know she should lift it up towards him. He enjoyed the view of his eldest daughter on her hands and knees, her face buried in pussy. She readjusted herself for her father into a tabletop position, her tongue never leaving Mackenzie.

He touched the tip of his cock to Kelly's entrance, feeling her body tremble at his touch. "Kelly, are you ready for this?" he asked softly. He heard her muffled response, "mmmff, mmm."

Taking a firm grip, Todd slid inside her, feeling the tight, warmth of Kelly's pussy enveloping him. Mackenzie's moans grew louder, her body bucking on the bed. Todd thrust deeper, feeling the familiar sensation of being fully inside his daughter. She shook as a mini orgasm rippled through her body, and Kelly's tongue continued to work its magic on Mackenzie.

"Oh, dad," Mackenzie whimpered, "that's it, fuck her harder." Her voice was filled with satisfaction, and Todd knew he couldn't disappoint her. He increased his pace, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Kelly's tongue never faltered, her movements in sync with her father's.

Mackenzie's body arched, her fingers gripping Kelly's long blonde hair, her back arching as waves of pleasure washed through her like waves. Todd saw Kelly's muscles clenched around his cock, she was skilled, he thought.

"That's right, sweetie," Todd groaned, "you feel so good." His thrusts were deep and rhythmic, Kelly's pussy squeezing his cock with every thrust.

Kelly's own pleasure grew, the feeling of her father's cock inside her sending her closer and closer to her own climax. She moaned into her sister, her voice muffled by Mackenzie's pussy.

"Oh, God," Mackenzie gasped, her hips bucking against Kelly's mouth. "I'm gonna come!" Her body spasmed, her hands clutching at Kelly's hair, the orgasm ripping through her.

Kelly was right behind her, her body shuddering as her orgasm took hold. She screamed into her sister's pussy, her body shuddering with ecstasy.

Todd's own release was close, his thrusts becoming erratic, the tightness of his eldest daughter's pussy pushing him closer to the edge. He pulled out, and Kelly almost slumped to the floor. She was still dazed as he lifted her sweat covered, naked form from the floor and laid it on top of her younger sister.

Kelly was surprised to be dropped face to face with Mackenzie but they fell into an easy embrace. She was tired, and she nuzzled into her sister, feeling the warm afterglow of sex.

Mackenzie wrapped her arms around her sister and they looked into each other's eyes. "Are we going to kiss?" Mackenzie whispered, with a smile.

Kelly smiled back, their faces only inches apart. Their naked bodies pressed together "Yes, I think we should." She closed the gap and their lips met gently. Kelly pulled back, and then went back in for another deeper kiss.

Just then she felt her father behind her, lifting Mackenzie's legs to allow the thick head of his cock to press against her pussy. She moaned into Kelly's mouth, and he thrust deep into her.

"Oh, God," Mackenzie groaned, feeling her father's cock enter her as they kissed, the thrust of his hips rippling through her body. She gripped her sister tightly, her hands sliding across her smooth skin.

Laying on her back, Mackenzie's eyes rolled back into her head as her father fucked her, the feeling of her sister's naked body on top of her making the experience that much more intense. It felt so taboo and so loving at the same time.

Kelly broke the kiss. "Daddy, come in my mouth. When you have to come, come in my mouth," she begged. She almost spoke the words into Mackenzie's mouth.

"Anything you want, sweetheart," Todd replied. His hands gripped her hips and he thrust deep and hard, feeling his middle daughter's pussy tighten around his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last long, the sensations of her tight, wet pussy combined with the erotic scene before him were pushing him to the edge.

"Oh, god, girls, I'm gonna come," Todd groaned.

"Come for me, Daddy," Kelly moaned. He pulled out and brought his cock to the mouths of the two women. Kelly, took the head into her mouth quickly. Mackenzie, still filled with lust and desire, began to lick the hairy balls that were laid on her mouth.

Kelly moaned, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth.

"Oh, yeah, girls," Todd groaned, feeling their tongues lapping at his cock. "Just like that." His orgasm was close, his cock throbbing between their eager lips. The first shock of his powerful orgasm made him grip Kelly's hair; she licked the underside of the tip to collect the cum into her mouth without swallowing. As her mouth filled up, she let it dribble out onto Mackenzie's face. "Ahh, nooo" Mackenzie complained, laughing. Kelly let Todd's cum fall on Mackenzie's lips and cheeks.

Kelly began to laugh. "Don't worry, I'll lick it off you."

Todd, his orgasm spent, sat back as the two women kept their embrace, giggling and kissing. Kelly licked a glob of white semen off of Mackenzie's cheek and proceeded to kiss it back into her mouth. Mackenzie looked disgusted, giggling and trying to push her away weakly but she fell into the kiss and began feeling Kelly's back.

After they kissed for a minute or two, letting the moment fade, Kelly pushed herself back, "Ok, this has been fun, but I have to get to bed." She kissed Mackenzie's forehead. "This was... exciting but I'm not sure I can do this all the time." Energized, she took her sister's hands off her body, pinning them above her head and rolled off of her. She gave her dad a quick peck on the lips and went into the bathroom.

Mackenzie stared at the ceiling, as she heard the shower start, wondering how she could be fulfilled with this strange relationship. "I don't want money."

"That's good because I don't know that I can afford you and Kelly." Todd sat back against the headboard, naked, watching Mackenzie lying on his bed. "Whatever that was feels expensive."

"I want you to help me get out of this funk. Help me meet women. I have some goals and I want you to help me achieve them." She said after saying it she turned to him to see his reaction.

"Of course, but if you start getting the kind of relationships you want are you still going to want to fuck me? A 40-something male." He smiled as he said it but she knew it was a serious question.

"There's one more thing." She got up and started crawling over toward him sliding her naked body across the quilt, "I want to do things with you, I want you to make time for me." She reached his legs and laid down on one of them, "Let's go to a baseball game or something."

He stroked her hair, her cheek rested on his inner thigh, her breath on his balls began to make him hard again. "I'm not much of a baseball fan."

"I can dress up like a boy so I can sneak into the men's bathroom and fuck you in one of the stalls?" She said, her tongue snuck out of her mouth to run its tip across Todd's scrotum. A shiver ran through him.

"I'd like that, but I have some other ideas as well." He continued to stroke her hair as she pressed her face into him.