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This was also Mike’s way of letting me know to keep our conversation quiet…. for the moment.
It was hard, because I wanted to rush up and hug Daddy and tell him it would be ok and I’ll take care of him, but I knew that would be the wrong reaction. It would just get him upset. Instead, I resolved to be the best, most loving little girl ever and take good care of her Daddy.
It was a good rest of the afternoon. We even stayed in for supper, but afterwards Mike and Helen started looking tired, so we blew off the fireworks and headed home. Meg decided she was going to drive back to Toronto the next morning rather than drive back in the dark. I decided to bum a ride with her to work in the morning and let Daddy sleep in.
Technically it was supposed to be a day off for me, but I arranged to take a day off in lieu next weekend. I figured I was going to need some serious little time after the in-laws left, but now I was feeling guilty about it. But Mike and Helen insisted I go to work. They were pretty old school and hard work and sticking to your commitments.
Meg seemed almost sad to be leaving as she was driving me to work. She enjoyed her time away from Toronto and work, I think.
“You need a vacation,” I said to her.
“I need a life,” she said. “Being here this weekend was great. I needed a few days to relax, and every time I see you and Ben together, and Mike and Helen as well, I wonder if I’m doing the right things in my life.”
“You’re helping people. That’s not nothing,” I said, trying to be reassuring.
“I guess. Maybe I need to do more to help myself too,” she said, as she pulled into Michelle and Ahmed’s driveway.
“It’s not too late. It’s not like the rest of your life is set in stone,” I said. I desperately wanted to tell her about Mike and Helen and to be willing to make changes in your life so you don’t regret that you waited too long, but that wasn’t my story to tell. Not right now.
Meg glanced over at me and grinned. “We’re just a self-help meeting this weekend.”
“I think it’s what friends do,” I replied as she came to a stop.
She was about to respond when Michelle came out on the front porch. I could tell she was a bit confused about the car, but then she saw me and waved. She was wearing a pair of old jean shorts with holes in them and a halter top. I had built up some immunity to Michelle’s appearance and wardrobe. Meg had not.
“Jesus Christ,” she said, and I had to resist the urge to slide a finger under her jaw and click it shut. She was practically drooling.
“She is married,” I said, emphasizing hard on ‘married’.
“I would pay to do her divorce,” she said
I leaned over to give Meg a hug goodbye and whispered “she would eat your soul and you’d thank her afterwards. Just don’t. Trust me,” I said, and then I hopped out of the car, waved goodbye to her and escorted Michelle into the house before she hypnotized Meg out of the car. Meg was having a vulnerable moment and the last thing she needed was Michelle playing with her. After a moment I heard the car pull back and drive away. I sighed in relief.
“Is that Meg?” Michelle asked. “You told me she was a bitch, you didn’t tell me she was a hot bitch. You should have invited her in and showed her around.”
I began walking towards the studio where I actually sewed and assembled things. I actually had a few projects I was working on. Still…
“Michelle, if I hadn’t seen you in daylight I’d swear you were a vampire.”
“Oh honey, there’s all kinds of supernatural creatures that can move around in daylight,” she said, and gave one of her irritating mystery smiles. “I’ll let Ahmed know you’re here.”
The rest of the day progressed with less drama and I actually managed to finish a very nice Black Cat costume in pleather and with fake fur trim. I thought it was pretty good and Ahmed gave me lots of praise on it. Next up was a Huntress outfit. I was pretty deep into it when Michelle tapped me on the shoulder and told me it was quitting time. I checked my phone and it was 5 pm. Wow, I was in the zone today.
Thankfully Ahmed drove me home, so I didn’t have Michelle interrogating me for info about Meg. Instead he was complimenting me on my work and offering suggestions on the Huntress outfit. It was nice to talk shop.
By the time I got home, Daddy had already started supper. Mike and Helen were at the island and I swear Mike was physically restraining her from helping out. Daddy looked like he was enjoying making supper for them and took the occasional editorial comment from his mother with good grace.
They’d spent the day driving around the area and hitting some of Daddy’s favourite places. I almost regretted not being along for the ride, but I was glad they had a good time.
After supper we were all chatting when Mike said he wouldn’t mind going for a walk to try and work off some of the meal and asked Helen to join him. She looked reluctant, but Mike said he wanted to see the waterfall Daddy had mentioned and it’d be nice to have some company. After some fussing, and a politely declined offer for us to join them, they headed out and up the hill. Daddy watched for a few moments to make sure they’d be ok and then turned and looked at me.
Suddenly, I realized what Mike had done. That clever man.
“Daddy,” I said, in a little sing-song voice. “I need to get clean.”
“Really?” he said. Then I saw the grin begin to form.
“Uh huh. I’m really dirty,” I said, and unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down over my legs. I let them pool around my feet. I began walking backwards toward our bedroom. I quickly pulled the t-shirt I was wearing over my head and threw it on the floor as well. I was just in my panties and a bra that was a size too small and was showing off my tits nicely.
I turned around and began skipping towards the bedroom. At the door frame I took off my bra and pulled my panties down. I was naked and looking at him as he moved slowly down the hall.
“Can you pick those up for me, Daddy? Then maybe you could clean me up?”
Then I disappeared, but not before I heard him call me a brat. I giggled and ran into the bathroom.
Daddy hadn’t done much work to the house. It was one of the reasons he bought it. He was perfectly happy how it looked and didn’t really like contractors much. But once he realized how much time I was spending at the house, and how I could cheerfully spend an hour in the shower, he splurged and had a new one installed in April. I was in the middle of exams at the time and couldn’t get home to him. It was a surprise reward for my great grades.
It was magnificent. He had the old bathtub removed and installed a huge walk-in shower with stonework on the floor and walls. Two people could easily shower in there at the same time. There were jets that could come out of the walls, and multiple rainfall shower heads in the ceiling. There were also railings on the wall and seats. Theoretically this was to help Daddy keep his balance when getting a shower, or being able to sit down if his leg was really bothering him.
In reality they had much more fun purposes.
I walked into the shower, turned on the water and got it nice and hot. I grabbed a special cushion mat and put it on the floor in front of one of the seats.
By the time Daddy opened the shower door, it was already steamy. I was sitting and had my legs opened and was playing with my clit. Water was pouring down over my body and I was flushed, both from the heat of the water and from how horny I was.
I could see him look at me and trying to figure out what to do first. I decided to give him some help. I stuck my legs out and began kicking them up and down a bit.
“Daddy?” I said in my best little girl voice. “I’m having a hard time getting clean down there. No matter how hard I try I still feel dirty. Can you help?”
He grinned and walked towards me using the railing for balance. He had that hungry look in his eyes that I love. He carefully knelt down between my legs, and then took my left foot and kissed it. Then he ran his tongue along it.
I squealed because it tickled and also because Daddy had never done that before. Actually, nobody had ever paid any attention to my feet before. But he sucked on a couple of my toes, ran his tongue along the arch of my foot. And when he wasn’t kissing one foot he was massaging the other. It felt amazing on multiple levels.
The entire time I didn’t stop playing with my clit, so whether I was making my hormones go through the roof or Daddy was, I did not know or care.
Eventually, he began kissing his way up past my ankle, along my calf, switching back and forth between each leg. He kissed and licked behind my knees which made me shiver. I didn’t know my knees could make me feel that way. He then made his way up my thighs, closer and close to my pussy. I knew he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted immediately because he liked to tease me. And sure enough, with me moaning, he nipped the inside of my upper thigh, then took my fingers from my clit and sucked them into his mouth.
I looked down at him and whined. I couldn’t help myself.
“Please Daddy. Please. I need you to lick my pussy. Please,” I groaned.
He leaned in and was inches from where I needed him. He then blew air on my clit and it was like an electric shock going off in my brain.
I was about to engage in some truly humiliating grovelling, but I need his tongue on me.
“Please Daddy. I’ve been a good girl.”
He blew on my clit some more and I spasmed again.
“You were a brat who made me pick up your clothes. Don’t you think that deserves some kind of punishment?”
“I’ll be your best little girl from now on, I promise Daddy. Please, please lick me. Please!”
I could actually feel his beard tickling the edge of my pussy lips and then he glanced up and we locked eyes. God I needed him, please he had to….
And then, slowly, deliberately he took his tongue and ran it up my clit.
I had the brief thought that Mike and Helen might have heard that scream at the waterfall.