“Come on, Claire,” her father said, resting a hand on her shoulder, “Let’s get you home.” He met my eyes. “Good luck, Mark.”
“Thanks. Keep in touch. They’re still your grandchildren.”
“We will. But we’ll give it time.”
Arriving home an hour later, we walked inside and I think we all sighed with relief. It was all over. The house was now ours alone. My daughters couldn’t stop smiling and it did prove rather infectious. I didn’t feel like cooking every night, so I ordered in some pizza and we sat in the living room, the couch large for the three of us, munching away, sipping at cola, watching some bad television. After some ice cream for dessert, they snuggled into me as we watched a movie, feeling them relax completely.
“First day of the rest of our lives,” I murmured.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Hannah whispered, “For what you did. What you had to endure to keep us.”
“We’ll look after you just as much as you have us,” Katie added, “We love you, Daddy.”
“Love you kids. This moment right here? Worth the three years. Every month, week, day, hour, minute, second.”
Kissing the top of each head, we all fell asleep before the movie finished.
*****
Present Day
Hannah and Katie, now eighteen years’ old
“Your dad is so fucking hot,” Christine stated.
“Totally!” Sofia agreed, “I’d love to see the long, thick cock that’s definitely between his legs.”
“You ever seen it?” Emily asked, “Even if by accident?”
The twins shared a glance and shrugged. “Maybe once or twice when he’s been getting changed and we’ve walked into his room without thinking,” Katie replied.
“I’d totally let him take my cherry,” Belinda stated.
“Fuck that, he can take all three of my holes,” Kelly added.
“Such a slut,” Hannah joked.
“A slut gets fucked, Hannah. This mouth, pussy and arse have been cock-free because I’m a good girl.” Then she looked at her friend. “Plus I want your father to fuck me first.”
There was a loud murmur of agreement to that statement. The twins shared a glance and laughed. They agreed. Their friends knew how they felt about him, though they never said too much. They trusted their friends, but the wrong comment at the wrong time could land their father in trouble.
“Is he still single?” Christine asked.
Katie shrugged. “Far as we know, he’s been mostly single since the divorce. He had one relationship but that ended.”
“Doesn’t mean he doesn’t have sex though,” Hannah said, unable to stop giggling. No, their father definitely had sex.
After the divorce was finalised, Suzy was the first evening guest. Hannah and Katie could still remember her cries of pleasure that first night. She wasn’t a regular visitor, but they did hook up occasionally until she met her current husband. There was Tanya, who worked with their mother. She never came to the house, but they know their father visited her from time to time. Then there was his ex-lawyer, Melissa, about a year after their parents’ divorce. That was perhaps the one time her father looked ready for another relationship, as they definitely started dating, but she… pulled away. Bill’s warning about trust rang true. Didn’t quite break each other’s heart, but the girls had seen how they looked at each other from time to time whenever she had visited.
“I think it was what happened with Melissa that led him to his current path,” Katie said, “He doesn’t really do relationships now. Mostly has friends with benefits situations, keeps things casual.”
“Seem to know quite a bit about his private life,” Christine joked.
“He doesn’t exactly go into detail, but we know when he’s going out for some fun,” Katie explained, “Thing is, he’s always home by the time we’re going to bed. He told us that, anyone he does date, is aware he’s a father and even when we were sixteen and seventeen, we were his priority. Sex is nice and all, but time with his daughters was more important.”
There was a collective ‘awww’ from their friends. “Totally need to have him fuck me,” Christine muttered, “Think you could convince him to fuck us?”
“You’re eighteen, Christine. He’s thirty-six. I’m not entirely sure he’d be comfortable with that,” Hannah replied.
“He does look at us from time to time,” Sofia suggested, “Though he’s very good at making sure he isn’t leering.”
Hannah got out of the pool, asking if anyone would like a drink. Their father allowed drinking around the house and pool, as long as they were sensible. Everyone asked for a drink, so she suggested another couple of cocktail pitchers. Bouncing inside, her father was sitting at the table, without a shirt, showing off his muscular back and arms, happily reading a book. She always found that sweet. Their father worked hard for a living, a very physical job, but he wasn’t someone to just vegetate in front of the TV when he got home. Constantly working around the house, and to relax, he loved to read.
She came up behind him, feeling her B-cup breasts pressing into his back. Kissing his cheek, she heard him chuckle. “Hello, sweetheart. Are you after something?”
“Can you make us some more cocktails, Daddy?”
“Of course. You drank those last two I made slowly. No-one falling over drunk or on the verge of drowning?”
“No, Daddy. We’re being sensible.”
He turned, feeling his stubble gently brush against her cheek before he kissed it. “Good girl.”
He stood up, his six-one frame towering over her five-two, unable to stop the brief glance up his body. Even in his mid-thirties, his definition was spectacular. He worked out six days a week without fail. She followed him to the other side of the kitchen counter as he filled a couple of jugs with ice, then some spirits, followed by some juice into each. He used a straw to taste it, then did the same for her.
“Good?” he asked.
“Mmmm. Yummy, Daddy.”
He gave her a glance and grinned. “Glad you approve, sweetheart.” Pushing the jugs towards her, he added, “You might want to tell your friends to lower the conversation volume. Consider me flattered, but…”
“You heard?”
“I heard enough.”
“Oh…” She gulped. “You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad? As I said, I’m rather flattered a bunch of young woman find a man at my age desirable.”
“You’re only thirty-six, Daddy.”
“That’s usually ancient to girls your age.”
“Well, you’re fit, Daddy. All our friends think you’re hot.” She paused before asking, “Do you think… any of them…”
She smiled as he chuckled, shaking his head. “I probably shouldn’t answer that question, sweetheart. I’m old enough to be their father. I am your father, after all.” He paused and looked ready to ask another question, but seemed to dismiss it. “I might stay inside, otherwise your friends will be all over me after another couple of drinks.”
She rounded the counter and grabbed his hand. “No, come and tease them, Daddy. It’ll be fun.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. They might get the wrong idea. Or I’ll get the wrong idea and then do something that could end badly.” She felt herself pulled into his chest, strong arms wrapped around her body. She sighed with happiness as she snuggled into his chest. “You girls have your fun. The one sound of this household for a long time now has been laughter. I’m just glad your friends feel so at home here too.”
She looked up into his blue eyes. “Love you, Daddy,” she whispered.
He smiled and leaned down, kissing her cheek. “Love you too. Now scoot.” Turning her around, he gently patted her bum, making her giggle as she walked around the counter, grabbed the cocktail pitchers, and wandered outside to re-join her friends. Thankfully, the topic of conversation had moved on and they could focus on drinking, floating and giggling.
Their friends headed off home once it got dark, the twins helping their father make dinner as always before they gathered in the lounge room. Even at eighteen, they had no problem snuggling into each side of him as they spaced out watching TV. The conversation had turned on both the young women, not that they’d ever admit it to their friends, and definitely not their father. Little did their friends know…
“Night, Daddy,” Katie finally said, kissing his cheek. Hannah did the same thing, the twins heading off to their separate bedrooms, no surprise that the pair ended up in Hannah’s room, chatting away.
“Think they know how we feel?” Hannah had to ask.
“No, not a chance. We’re subtle enough and they’re too worried about how they lust after him.”
“They make suggestions that we want him though.”
“True, but it’s always when laughing and joking. I like to think we keep our feelings hidden.”
“Do you think… Daddy knows how we feel?”
Katie gave that some thought. “I’m really not sure. He certainly doesn’t suggest that he knows.”
“Neither of us have had a boyfriend, Hannah. Whether he’d be happy to know if we’re virgins or not, I don’t know, but we barely talk about boys, and he’s never insinuated we’re lesbians. Not that I think he’d care, he’d love us no matter what.”
They fell silent for a minute or two. “Still mad about him inviting… her… to our birthday party?” Katie wondered.
“I wasn’t mad at him. I was mad at her for accepting and then showing up, thinking that was going to change anything. Daddy was just being his usual magnanimous self. He’s never stopped her from trying to have a relationship with us. Give her due, it’s been four years and she’s still trying, though I think now that we’re adults, she might just start giving up.”
“Ever feel sorry for her?”
“No,” Hannah replied bluntly, “She broke his heart, Katie. I’ll never forgive her for it. Never.”
Katie took her hand. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”