Coming back to the Ranch Ch. 02

This story is a complete work of fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead is a coincidence. All characters are 18 years old at the time of the story. Any character involved in any form of sexual activity is 18 years old or older at the time of said activity.

"That's the last one!" Bailey hollered as the last of the cows ran through the holding pen gate. I swung down off my horse and closed the pen before leading it to a small holding pen off to the side. I was loosening the saddle when Bailey rode in and dropped to the ground from her horse. I chuckled out loud.

"What?" she said looking at me with a grin.

"I used to be able to jump down like that to. Now I'm old and broken. Just looking at you hit the ground made my knees hurt."

"Whatever." She said rolling her eyes as she loosened her saddle.

"And you're not old and broken, your young and hot!" she hollered at me as I walked out of the pen.

"Whatever." I replied laughing.

There was a lot of work to be done. We had a whole new group of calves that needed to be vaccinated, given wormer, and have an ear tag placed in them for identification. All the mama cows would be run through and checked as well. I would run a handful at a time into a crowding alley then move to the squeeze shoot with Bailey where we would run them through one at a time. My sweat soaked shirt clung to my back as we worked. It was over ninety degrees. The pens were situated under a large cluster of oak trees. The shade helped some, but there was no breeze to speak of and the humidity was terrible.

Bailey and I had a system. We barely had to speak, both knowing what the other was going to do. It was a system that had developed over years of working together. Despite the heat and dirty conditions, she wore a smile on her face. Like me, there were few things she would rather be doing. I couldn't help but stare at her from time to time. A long, auburn ponytail stuck out beneath her white, straw cowboy hat. Errant strands of dark hair clung to her face. As was customary for her in hot conditions, Bailey had long ago shed her shirt and stuffed it in her saddle bag. Her ample bosom was clothed in nothing more than a dark blue sports bra. And to be honest, it was doing all it could to keep her firm breasts under control. Her tight blue jeans rested just below her pierced navel. They clung to her curvy hips and heart shaped ass like a glove. Even sweaty and dirty, I couldn't get over how incredibly beautiful she was.

It had been just over a month since Bailey had confessed her feelings for me. As much as I had tried to fight it at first, I had finally given in and admitted that I felt the same for her. Overnight we had gone from a relationship where I had been her surrogate father, to one where we were now lovers. We were happy. We truly enjoyed everything about each other. And, for the first time since my wife Debbie had died, I was no longer lonely.

"That's the last one." I said, opening the headgate a turning the last cow lose to the pasture.

"Shew, about time. I didn't think they were going to end." Bailey replied. "I don't know about you, but I could use a shower."

"Yea, Ive been meaning to talk to you about that." I said teasing.

"Ahh! Jerk!" she said feigning anger as she slapped me on the chest. "I guess someone wants to sleep alone tonight."

"Not likely." I shot back. "You know you can't resist me."

"Hmm, now that is true." She said smiling before planting a kiss on my lips.

By the time we made it back to the barn and had the horses unsaddled and fed it was dark. I told Bailey to go ahead and grab her shower first while I finished up the record keeping for the day.

"Ok, but stay off the computer. Took me days to straighten up the mess you made on there."

"Nope, that machine is yours and yours alone." I responded.

When she was done with her shower Bailey poked her head in my office.

"All done Daddy."

"Thanks Sweetie."

She was clad in a long T-shirt that came down just to the bottom of her firm butt cheeks. When she turned to walk away, I could clearly see the black thong she was wearing. My cock stirred at the site.

I finished my shower a short time later and found Bailey in the kitchen finishing up supper.

"Grab a seat Daddy, I'm almost done."

I sat down at the kitchen table and admired Bailey as she bustled about the kitchen. She was humming to herself as she did. It was a habit I have no doubt that she picked up from Debbie. My late wife and her adopted mom. So much of what Bailey did reminded me of her. I knew it wasn't fair to compare the two, but Bailey was doing an amazing job at filling a spot that had been empty in my life. It made me love her even more.

Minutes later Bailey sat my food and a drink down in front of me.

"You know you don't have to cook and serve me every night." I told her.

"But I want to Daddy. It makes me happy." She said sitting down across from me.

Ok, so if there was one thing Bailey didn't stack up to against Debbie, it was her cooking. The food was ok. But it was obvious that she had spent the last few years of her life on the standard college student diet of Ramen noodles and fast food. She took a bite of her food and her cute little button nose wrinkled.

"Hmm. Sorry Daddy. Didn't come out like I expected."

"It's ok Sweetie. The food is fine. Thank you for cooking. I appreciate it."

When we were done eating, Bailey shooed me out of the kitchen. I Offered to help clean up, but she refused. I went into the living room and sat down in my recliner turning on a baseball game. When Bailey had finished in the kitchen she joined me in the living room. She was carrying a bottle of lotion.

"Daddy, I think I burned my shoulders again."

"I warned you about taking your shirt off. That ginger skin of yours don't like the sun."

"I know." Then she smiled and shook the bottle of lotion at me.

"Sit down." I told her.

"Yay. Thank you, Daddy.

She handed me the bottle then reached down for the hem of her shirt. As she pulled it over her head, she turned giving me a perfect view of the most amazing ass I had ever seen. She sat on the floor between my legs and leaned back. I squirted some of the lotion on my hands and started working it in to her shoulders. A sigh escaped her as I ran the cool liquid over her silky smooth shoulders. I took my time, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under my calloused hands. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the feel of my touch. I loved knowing that my touch was bringing the girl I loved pleasure. After several minutes Bailey spoke up.

"That feels so good Daddy. But you missed a spot."

"Where?" I asked.

"Here." She replied grabbing my hands and moving them to her breasts.

Her mounds were so soft and firm in my hands. I could feel her stiff, erect nipples rubbing against my palms as I started to massage her.

"Mmmm, yessss. There Daddy." She cooed.

I had learned through our love making over the last month that Bailey's breasts were one of her favorite erogenous zones and that she could be brought nearly to orgasm by stimulating her dark pink nipples. I flattened my hands and began working the palms in circles over her nipples.

"Mmm, oh yea. Just like that."

Her feet were slowly sliding back and forth on the floor, and her thighs were clamped tightly together. Her breathing was becoming shallower the more I worked her nipples. When she parted her legs, I could see that the thin fabric of her panties had worked its way between her outer lips. Even from where I was sitting, I could tell she was already very wet.

Finally, she removed my hands and turned facing me, kneeling between my legs. She grabbed at the waist band of my flannel pajama bottoms and tugged. I lifted my hips and she was able to work both my pants and underwear to my hips freeing my erect seven inch cock. She grasped the base, then, looking at me in the eyes, she drug her tongue the full length of my shaft before flicking it a few times on the sensitive underside of my head. The combination of the feel of her tongue and the site of this beautiful young woman servicing my cock caused me to moan. She took it as encouragement and wrapped her hot mouth around the head and began to suck. My hand moved and rested in her damp red hair as she started to bob her head up and down.

"Mmm. That feels so good Sweetie." I sighed.

She smiled around my cock, pleased at my response. She spent the next few minutes slowly worshiping my manhood. Eventually, she removed her mouth from me.

"I think it's time to head to bed." She said with an impish grin.

"I couldn't agree more."

When we reached my room, I laid Bailey on her back on the bed. I shed the rest of my clothes then crawled between her legs. I bent and kissed her, allowing our tongues to explore each other's mouths before starting my trip down her body. I kissed my way down her neck following the groove of it where it met her chest. I covered her chest in soft kisses before moving to her right breast. I kissed and licked her creamy white mammary savoring the feel of it against my lips. Soft moans were escaping her. When my lips found her swollen nipple, she let out a slight gasp. I started sucking on it gently. Her moans increased and her left hand found her neglected breast and massaged it. I continued sucking, slowly increasing my pressure. I could feel her hips bucking slightly below me.

Abandoning her beautiful orb, I continued with my journey. I used my mouth to explore every inch of her torso. When I reached her belly button, I gently grasped the silver bar in it and tugged causing her to yelp and giggle. I made my way further down to her pelvis and began to kiss around the narrow patch of neatly trimmed hair that led to my final destination. I could now smell the sweet musk emanating from her damp sex and it was intoxicating. When my face finally found itself between her toned thighs, I began to lick and kiss her through her soaked panties. Slipping them to the side, my lips found her clit and gently sucked it. At the same time, I slipped a finger inside of her and began slowly stroking the inside of her hot love tunnel.

"Oh my God. Yessss." She sighed. Her hips lifted to meet my mouth as I played with her sensitive bud. I increased the speed of my finger slightly and curled it to the ceiling of her vaginal cavity.

"Oh fuck Daddy, yea that's the spot."

I pulled away from her just long enough to remove her panties before diving back in. I began to lap at her swollen pussy lips licking up all the juices she was secreting. My thumb stroked her clit as I licked the full length of her slit from top to bottom. Bailey's moans filled the air only serving to egg me on. I redoubled my efforts attacking her pussy with the fervor of a staring man. Her hips were bucking wildly now. Her hand was planted firmly on the back of my head. On one downward stroke of my tongue Bailey's hips bucked up. I found myself momentarily in contact with her tight asshole.

"Ohhh hoolyy shittt! Fuck yea Daddy, right there." She moaned loudly.

I assumed it was just a delayed reaction from where my tongue had been previously. When I tried to return to her pussy, I was quickly corrected.

"Not there.." she moaned.

She thrust her hips skyward and when my tongue once again made contact with her ass her hand pulled me tightly into her."

"There! Please Daddy!" she demanded.

I had never eaten a girl's ass before. Ass play had been firmly off the table with my wife. Nevertheless, like most men, I had fantasized about it on more than one occasion. Hearing my lover now beg me to pleasure her most private region set me off.

I began to lick at the hole in earnest. I buried my face in her firm cheeks and probed her. I pressed against her hole willing it to give way. I started tongue fucking her.

"Oh my God. Yes Daddy. Fuuck yes that feels so good. Mmmm." She was pressing be against her so tightly that I could barely breathe. Her pussy was so wet that the juices were literally flowing onto my face. After several minutes of my anal assault Bailey yanked my head from her. Sitting up, she rolled me on to my back and straddled me. She grabbed my turgid cock and slammed herself down on it. She began riding me fast and hard. It was the wettest I had ever felt her. She rode me for several minutes before she lifted herself high enough that I popped free from her. Reaching under herself, she once again grabbed me. She rubbed my swollen head back and forth on her soaked pussy a few times before lining it up again. She sank down until there was firm contact then slowly started to push.

Something was different. I should have easily slipped back into her, but this time there was resistance. She gave one more firm push, and I felt the resistance give way and my head enter her. Bailey's eyes slammed shut, her head flew back, and she let out a low guttural moan.

"Ohhhhh Fuuuuccckkkk Daaaaddyyyy!"

And then it hit me; I wasn't in her pussy anymore.

"Oh my God, Sweetie, is that.... am I in your ass?"

She said nothing, just nodded vigorously. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew that anal sex could be painful if not done right so I just lay there letting her be in control. After a minute or so she started slowly gyrating her hips, taking more and more of me into her tight rectum. The look on her face was a strange combination of discomfort and pure ecstasy. With each inch that slipped into her she would groan. She was breathing like a woman in labor. Fast, short, jagged breaths. Finally, I felt her firm ass cheeks make contact with my pelvis indicating that she had bottomed out. She leaned forward resting her forehead on my chest, her breathing still labored.

"Oh my God Daddy. I can't believe I took all of you."

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Oh, hell yes." She exclaimed, nodding.

She sat there for a minute or two adjusting to the manhood now filling her. She began to gently rock her hips moving me in and out of her little by little. She made soft, almost whimpering noises as my cock moved in and out of her. After another couple of minutes, she sat back up and started moving herself up and down my shaft with a slow steady tempo.

"Damm Daddy, You're so big. I feel so full back there. God I love having your cock in my ass. MMM Do you like being in my ass Daddy? Please say you like it."

"I love it baby. You're so tight. You're really squeezing Daddy's hard cock."

She increased her tempo. She also started moving herself further up and down on me.

Up until now her eyes had been closed. It was like she was concentrating on what she was doing. When her eyes finally opened, there was a look in them I had never seen before. It was carnal. Far beyond lust. It was as if all her faculties had abandoned her and she was operating on pure primal instinct. She began to bounce up and down taking me in long, rapid strokes. She was no longer concentrating. Her ass slammed down on my hips with force, each time bottoming out fully on me.

"Oh my God. Yea Yea Yea. That's it Daddy. Fuck that ass. Fuck your little girl's ass. MMm Yees. Pound it. Destroy that fucking hole!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Sure, there had been some dirty talk during sex before, but this was on a different level. Bailey moved one hand to her breast and pinched and pulled at her nipple as her other moved between her legs and started to furiously rub her clit. I grabbed her hips. This whole situation was pushing me to a level of wanton need I had never felt. I started thrusting up into her. Our rhythms synced so that I met her on every down stroke.

"Ohhh yeaa baby. That ass is so good. Yea ride that cock baby. Take that cock deep inside you!"

"Mmm oh fuck yea Daddy. Please Please Please. Fuck my ass. Fucking pound it. Make it yours. I want you to cum in my ass Daddy. Fill my bowels with your cum. Oh my God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt my balls tighten then felt my cock swell as I erupted sending stream after stream of hot cum into my girl. She felt it to.

"Hooollyy Shiiiittt! Fuck I can feel it getting bigger! Cum Daddy! Please cum! OOOOOHHHHH FUUUCCCKKKK!!!!"

Her screams could have woken the dead. Her body began to spasm violently. I could feel her ass clamping down on me. As she went into her orgasm her pussy suddenly gushed. I was covered in a flood of her sweet juices. Her orgasm lasted nearly a full minute. When it had passed, Bailey collapsed on my chest limp and motionless. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as she succumb to multiple aftershocks.

I don't know how long we lay there, but it was by far the longest it had ever taken her to recover from an orgasm. I gently stroked her hair and kissed her head as she came down. She moaned slightly when my cock softened to the point that I slipped from inside her.

Eventually she regained her composure enough to speak.

"Thank you, Daddy. That was amaaaazing." She said before planting a long, tender kiss on my lips.

"We should get cleaned up." I said after the kiss.

"I don't think I can move." She groaned.

"Yes you can baby. C'mon. I'll help you."

Bailey rolled reluctantly off me. I assisted her to her feet and then to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and let the water warm up. Once it had, I helped her into the shower stall. As she stepped in, I couldn't help but notice the trail of our combined fluids that were leaking down her legs. I grabbed a washrag and soap and began to bathe my beautiful lover. She moaned as the soapy rag traveled her body. I was gentle when I reached the area between her firm cheeks. I had no doubt she would be tender there.

By the time the shower was done Bailey was pretty much able to function on her own. She dried herself off then hung the towel up and walked back to the bedroom nude. When we got there, I wrapped her in a blanket to keep her from getting cold as I changed the sheets. When we crawled back into bed Bailey snuggled up to me with her head on my chest.

"Daddy," she said softly, "you don't think I dirty, do you?"

I was caught off guard by the question but more so I was caught off guard by the self-conscious way she asked it.

"What? No! Of course I don't think you're dirty. Why would you ask that?"

She was quiet for a minute. As if she was deciding whether to share her concern with me.

"It's ok Sweetie. You can tell me. Why would you think that?"

"Well, there was this guy I was dating in college. We had sex a few times and he kept talking about how he would love to, you know, do that to me. Finally, I decided to let him. It was awful. He was rough. Just kinda shoved it in. It hurt so bad. But I wanted to make him happy, so I let him keep going. When he was done, he threw me out of his apartment. He told me that any girl that would let a guy do that to her was a dirty slut and he didn't date dirty sluts. He didn't even drive me home. I had to walk even with it hurting so bad."

I had to control myself. I felt my temper rising. How dare that hypocritical piece of shit do that to my little girl. I calmed myself.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you. You weren't the problem he was. You put yourself out there to make him happy and he completely took advantage of you. That doesn't make you a dirty anything. You are the kindest, most caring person I know. There's not a dirty bone in your body. And don't you ever worry about me feeling that way about you. I love you and there is nothing you could do or say that would make me think any less of you."

Bailey looked up at me and smiled.

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Anything my love."

"If it was so terrible when you did it the first time, why did you do it again tonight?"

"I don't know. I mean, I wasn't against the idea of it to begin with. He made it bad. But with you, well it just felt different. I knew you would never do anything to hurt me. I trust you and I think that made all the difference. And after that tongue lashing you gave me, well, I guess it sent my hormones into overdrive. Besides, I want to share myself with you. I want all of me to be yours. Plus, I really wanted to make you feel good. Really good. You did enjoy it, didn't you Daddy?"

"Yes, I did Sweetie. Very much so. Did you?"

"Oh fuck yea!" she replied enthusiastically. "I don't think I'm going to be able to do any riding tomorrow though." She said laughing.

"I'll keep that in mind." I said smiling before giving her a kiss.

The next day was rainy, so it was spent in the house. Bailey worked on the books while I worked on a couple repairs to the house that had been neglected. She wasn't kidding about not being able to ride. Bailey took considerable care throughout the day anytime she had to sit down. I was a bit worried, but she had reassured me that she was fine and that the mild discomfort was well worth it. My phone rang and it was my daughter Amber. She was calling to tell me she was coming home to visit and would be there the next day. I was excited to see her, but there was one detail that had me concerned; I hadn't told her about Bailey and I. I had told my son. He thought it was a little weird, but, like me, he tended to take things in stride. If I was happy, he was happy. I had sworn him to secrecy until I could break the news to Amber. I told Bailey of the impending visit. She to was a little apprehensive but said that we would take it as it came. We decided, however, that it would be best for her to move back into her old room until this all played out.

The first two days of Amber's visit went well. Bailey and I had managed to play it fairly cool and behave ourselves. A feat that was easier said than done. Especially for Bailey who periodically had to be reminded that she had to behave. It wasn't that we were procrastinating telling her, there just hadn't been an opportunity. I would have honestly preferred to get it over with sooner than later, but we had to wait for the chance to present itself.

On the third day of Amber's visit she had announced that she was running to the store. The car was no sooner out of the driveway than Bailey attacked me. I was in the kitchen washing a couple dishes when she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. She started kissing my neck and rubbing my chest.

"I miss you, Daddy." She whined.

I turned and took her in my arms. "I miss you to Sweetie." I kissed her passionately. I really did miss our intimate time together and I was letting it show.

We never heard the door open and close. We never heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. Amber had forgotten her purse and had come back to retrieve it. When she walked into the kitchen she was met by the sight of her father and her best friend in an intimate embrace.

"What the fuck!" she yelled.

Bailey and I instantly separated both wearing a look of guilt on our face.

"Honey, I..." I started.

"What the fuck is going on? Why the fuck are you making out with your daughter!"

"Amber..." I started again

"Amber your Dad and I are together." Bailey jumped in. "We were going to tell you, but we haven't had the chance."

"Together? What, like dating?" she said incredulously. "For how long?"

"About a month." I replied.

"A month! Jesus. What, are you two fucking to?"

Neither of us answered, but our faces gave us away.

"Holy shit! No, uhuh!" Amber yelled as she stormed out of the room. I started to follow but Bailey stopped me. "Let me talk to her."

Bailey followed Amber into the living room. There was quite a bit of yelling but on occasion I was able to make out things like "I can't believe you" and "fucking whore". My stomach sank but the worst was yet to come.

Amber stormed back into the kitchen with Bailey close behind.

"And you!" she screamed at me. "How could you? She's your daughter!"

"She's not my daughter." I said feebly.

"Oh, so all that stuff over the years about loving her like a daughter and she was part of the family, that was all bullshit? What, were you just trying to keep her around until she was old enough to fuck without going to jail? Jesus Christ, she's half your age! No matter how you look at it you're a fucking pervert! I can't believe you'd fuck my best friend! What the fuck would Mom say?"

Amber stormed out the back door slamming it as she left.

"I'll go get her." Bailey said.

"No," I said softly, "just leave her."

As I left the room I walked past Bailey. There was pain in her eyes. She tried to put her hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off and continued past her. I went to my office and closed the door. Everything came crashing down on me at once. I had lost my wife. Now I was in real danger of losing my daughter. One word kept echoing in my mind; "Pervert". I began to have serious doubts about my relationship with Bailey. Not that I loved her. That went without question. Instead, I doubted if what I was doing was right. Had I somehow done something over the years to encourage this? Was I wrong for being in a relationship with such a young girl? Had I somehow violated the responsibility I had to take care of my girls? I was a strong man. But this was too much. I felt tears start to slowly run down my face.

A short time later there was a knock on the door. "I'm busy." I responded.

"Too busy for me?" Bailey said with a frown as she poked her head in the door.

I let out a long sigh as I wiped my eyes.

"No Sweetie. Never too busy for you."

Bailey walked across the room. When she reached me, she pulled my office chair back and sat across my lap.

"Baby, no." I protested.

"It's ok. Amber saddled Red and headed for the back pasture. She won't be back for a while."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head to her chest. She hugged me there for several minutes before she spoke.

"You haven't done anything wrong." She said knowing how badly Amber's words had hurt me.

"You didn't instigate any of this. I did. This is not your fault. You have done nothing but be good to me since the day we met. Just because our relationship has changed doesn't mean you have."

"Maybe. But somehow, I feel like I've let you both down." I said.

"What you have done is make me the happiest woman in the world. I was miserable in all the other relationships I've had. You are the only man who has ever truly cared for me. I need you. I need you in my life, and I need you as my lover and my partner. And I hope you feel like you need me to." She finished. There was a look in her eyes that said she needed my confirmation.

"Of course I do. You mean the world to me. I can't imagine my life without you in it anymore."

"I love you, Daddy. You're a good man." Bailey reached down and kissed my forehead.

"As far as Amber, give her a chance to blow off some steam. You know how she is. She blows up then calms down and you can talk to her. She just needs time to think."

"I hope you're right." I said somewhat doubtful.

We were sitting in the kitchen a few hours later when Amber returned. She was calmer, but the look of pure disgust she shot me as she walked through the door said she clearly wasn't over her anger.

"C'mon, let's go." Bailey said grabbing Amber's hand. "We need to talk."

"I have nothing to say to you." Amber sneered.

"Good. Then you can do all the listening."

Bailey drug Amber out of the room. I thought about following but decided it was best to let them be alone.

"You need to knock this shit off!" Bailey said firmly to Amber.

"Knock what off?" Amber replied in a huff.

"This spoiled brat temper tantrum you are throwing. I'm a grown ass woman and I can make my own decisions. Dad didn't make a move on me I made it on him. Hell, I practically had to throw myself at him before he would even acknowledge that he had any kind of feelings for me. I love him. I always have. Ive tried to reason it away, but I can't. Do you really think I'd put us through this if it was some stupid fling? And another thing, that man has done nothing but love and protect us. BOTH of us. How fucking dare you accuse him of being some kind of child molester!"

"I didn't say..." Amber started, but Bailey cut her off.

"I did this. Me. Not him. You're my best friend in the world and I love you. But if you're going to hate someone, hate me. Don't take it out on him. Do you have any idea how badly what you said hurt him? I'm happy Amber. For the first time in my life I'm truly happy. And for the first time since Mom died, Dad is happy. Don't you remember how heartbreaking it was hearing how lonely he sounded? Please. Please don't take this away from us. What do you say, can we sit down and talk about this like two adults? Please?"

Amber stared at Bailey for a long minute. Seeing the tears in her best friend's eyes brought her to tears. "Ok." she said softly.

The conversation was long and emotional. Bailey told her the whole story of how things had played out. How I had tried desperately to maintain a "proper" relationship. She told her that she had been in love with me for years and how hard it had been to keep that love private for fear of upsetting our family. She explained how scared she had been that if someone had found out that she would have been thrown out and homeless again. Worse, she felt ashamed of her feelings because she felt that in some way she was being disloyal especially to Mom. And then she told her the story of the conversation she had with their Mom on her deathbed. How Debbie had told her she had known all along and how she hadn't said anything because she didn't want Bailey to feel uncomfortable in our home. She became emotional when she had told how Debbie had asked Bailey to love and take care of me when she was gone. By the time the conversation was over the girls were tied together in a tearful embrace.

I had retreated to the barn during the conversation. The suspense of what was going on was more than I could sit around and bare. At least in the barn I could find something to keep me busy. I was cleaning my saddle when I sensed a presence behind me. I turned to find Amber standing there. As soon as I turned to face her, Amber's eyes dropped to the ground and she began wringing her hands.

"Dad, um can I, I mean I shouldn't have..." her shoulders began to heave as she lost control. I stepped forward and opened my arms. She dove into them wrapping her arms tightly around me as she started to sob.

"I'm so sorry Dad. I'm such a terrible person. Please forgive me. It's just that, I miss Mom and I thought you were trying to replace her. But I didn't know. I didn't know how Bailey felt and I didn't know Mommy told her to..." her voice broke as her crying became uncontrollable. I squeezed her tight, tears coming to my own eyes.

"Shhh, its ok Baby. You're not a terrible person. I hope you don't still think I am."

This caused another wave of tears.

"Of course not. You're the greatest man Ive ever known. I was just angry. I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Its ok. I'm ok" I said trying to soothe her.

I didn't speak again until she quit crying.

"I miss Mom to. Every single day. We all do. Bailey isn't replacing Mom. No one could ever do that. But she has filled a place in my heart that was empty. I hope you can understand that."

Amber nodded against my chest. I looked and noticed Bailey standing in the barn door crying. I motioned for her to come over. She did so somewhat timidly. When Amber noticed her, she turned loose of me with one arm inviting her into the hug. We stood there for a while just holding each other.

"I love you both." Amber finally said.

"We love you to." Bailey replied "C'mon. I'll start supper."

Amber looked up at me with a stunned look in her teary eyes. "You've been eating her cooking?" she asked. I nodded.

"Now I feel even more guilty for the way I acted."

"Why?" I asked concerned.

"Because, I had no idea how much you've been suffering." She replied with a smile.

"Hey! I don't have to take this abuse. I can stop cooking you know." Bailey said acting upset but clearly smiling.

"Promises, promises." Amber shot back sniffling away the last of her tears.

"Bitch." Bailey said laughing.

"Yeaaaa, but I'm your bitch."

"Damm right." Amber said as the two girls walked to the house arm in arm.

I stood there watching the two girls walk away. My heart was filled seeing the two most important women in my life once again loving each other as sisters.

That night my bedroom door slowly opened. In the dim light I saw Bailey make her way across the room. She lifted the covers and slipped in next to me coming to rest with her head on my chest. I hugged her tightly.

"Sure this is a good idea?" I asked.

"Amber asked why I was till sleeping in the room with her. When I told her we didn't want to make her uncomfortable she told me she spent enough years sleeping in the same room with me and that I should go bother you." she said. "She did request that we try and keep the noise down. Said she doesn't need to hear her dad and her best friend going at it."

"Mmmhmmm. And what did you say?"

"I told her I couldn't make any promises. That you were really good in bed. That's when she told me I was gross and threw a pillow at me." Bailey said laughing.

"Guess I'll have to go easy on you tonight then." I said smiling

"Don't you dare!" Bailey said before planting her lips firmly on mine and grasping my cock.

"Oh boy" I thought to myself "this isn't going to be easy."