This time was a bit stranger than before.
“Sure… I’d still like to know how you lost your clothes, anyway. And any excuse to stare at your naked flesh… yum… yum… yum… Angel was in my psychology class for two years and never told me what a stud her father was! Naughty girl!” Stacey was a bit more brazen in her own appreciation of my manly physique or whatever, than I expected.
We passed by several ladies and gents, all of them in whatever states of clothing or nudity they preferred. By now, more of them noted my own nakedness and there were many different responses. I heard a few horrified screams or shrieks, which unnerved me a bit, but I also heard more catcalls and wolf whistles, which reminded me of what hypocrites the feminists really were. I couldn’t imagine that something as natural as expressing desire could be inherently harmful or destructive. Apparently, my attitude was shared by others, including some of the ladies, some of whom uttered them.
“Oh, stone cold silver fox time, huh? You are here for Angel or Janine… or Andy, for that matter! You have the right bod… it could be any of them! If they ever drop you or get bored or move on or whatever, feel free to try out some brown sugar!” a cute, obviously biracial girl exiting Angel’s room stated as she sized me up now.
“Angel… and Janine,” I stated calmly, not necessarily meaning it how she did.
The wide-eyed look on Stacey’s face made it clear that she took it differently than I meant it, too. She didn’t walk away in disgust, however, which I would have expected. Nor did she say anything to anyone else, shaming or blasting me or anything of the sort.
“Oh, studmuffin! I didn’t know that Angel swung that way… Janine, sure, but Angel, she’s full of surprises, ain’t she?” the mixed-race beauty reacted while I walked inside the room alone.
Stacey and she stayed just outside the room’s doorway, for whatever reason might motivate them. Maybe they just wanted to hear details or whatever. They certainly kept staring at my naked butt, which left me a bit anxious. The kiss that I got from Angel, however, before she bothered to notice my nudity… or hers… that was worth it. She didn’t even try to hold back, either.
“My turn!” Janine declared, adding her own kiss to my lips.
“Hey, does this make him community property?” the biracial co-ed asked now.
Then Stacey and she walked inside and kissed me without waiting for a response. That was a bit strange, but I stood there in a bit of an almost trance, the room swirling and moving on me for a hot minute next. I was in utter shock, especially at the way that Angel kissed me like a lover instead of a daughter, while both of us stood as naked as jaybirds. What in the world was happening here?
“Angel… I didn’t mean to end up nude in your room, honey. Can you help me find my clothes? Yours might be hiding, too, from the looks of it. Sorry, this is a bit awkward, us seeing each other like this… since I’m your old man,” I coughed a bit to clear my throat.
“Sure, Pops,” Angel smiled at me and gave the others a very strange look that I couldn’t quite interpret to my satisfaction.
Then she bent over to pick up my stuff and hand it to me, still naked and exposing the crack of her ass to me. I wasn’t sure why, but I had to tear my eyes away from my own daughter’s beauty. I wasn’t sure if the others noticed this fact, but it was clear to me that Angel did. That she didn’t bother to put any clothes back on before giving me a sweet and loving hug and gesturing for me to kiss the top of her head… yeah, something was at work here, but what?
“I don’t think that this is the best place to discuss what happened last night, Daddy, but please read the message that I’m going to send you. Please remember that, no matter what, I’m your daughter, you are my father, and I adore you. Nothing could ever change that fact, Daddy!” Angel choked out some words, knowing full well that the others could hear us.
“I love you, too, Angel,” I released her with a blown kiss, trying not to let my bulge show.
The seductive stares on the faces of Janine, Stacey, and the third one, well, that spoke volumes. So did the way that the last of these mouthed, “Lizzie.” Well, I thought, this answered that question. What to expect next?
The way that Janine, Lizzie, and Stacey huddled with Angel as I left naturally had me wondering about… what the hell happened last night… and what could be next? Did I… do things, other than disrobe… or was that as far as I took it during my blackout period? I had no way to know just yet. I would just have to find out.
I drove in the late Saturday morning traffic from Columbus back to Dayton, trying to make sense of this whole situation. It was really difficult to figure out what exactly transpired in whatever state I was in last night. I hoped to get honest answers, and soon. I didn’t know why my own daughter would be so secretive, but it was vital to get to the bottom of things, wasn’t it? Or was that too weird a chance of words, given at least one of the possibilities? Was that even possible at all? Was there any real danger that I could even do such a thing… sleep with my own kith and kin, my firstborn daughter, no less?
I stopped at a Waffle House at the halfway point and got myself some breakfast, wanting to relax and avoid the craziest part of the flow. My server wasn’t as pretty as Maddie or even Genevieve, but she knew how to keep that coffee poured for me. She definitely knew how to take my order as specified, down to the steak and eggs. Yes, Virginia, I’m something of a carnivore, so sue me.
I was still seated and busy pouring more creamer in my latest mug of Joe when my phone buzzed with a text from Angel. She included several emojis, especially a bunch of hearts and kisses for me. She then typed out… yes, Daddy.
“Yes, what, honey?” I wanted a specific context to that cryptic answer.
“Yes, Daddy… you… and I… did things. Not everything, Daddy. Just… certain things. You were a little… responsive… but not as much as you could be… if fully conscious… and if I was a little more… aware. Janine didn’t know that we’re father and daughter, at least to the last second there. When you told them all… don’t worry, they’re not as disgusted as you fear. They actually think that it’s a good laugh. Accidental incest, and not all the way. Don’t worry… no babies,” the wall of text now read.
“Did you or I do… anything with Janine?” I now wondered about the other question.
“Yes… it was mainly you and her. I just… cleaned up… both of you. With my mouth. I wasn’t brave enough for full-on incest… not yet. But now… who knows? Maybe we can try other things. Things that won’t make a baby. I know, it’s shocking, but we need to move past it, so we can… be the family that we need to be. You, me, Becca, and Lauren. Together at last. You’ll understand better in time.
“Just please… try to understand. This is a recent deal with my sisters and me, but we mean it. We love you… and we know that… we deserve more of what you couldn’t give us before. This is just the first part of it… and it happened by accident, with the misguided help of Janine. I don’t regret it, though, and I hope that you don’t, either.
“For the record, you only used my mouth… and you didn’t even cum in it. You already came inside Janine… her bare, bald pussy… and no, you didn’t wear a rubber. Bareback in a bald snatch… nice and sensual, as it should be! What you and I did was just… fluffing, technically,” Angel stunned me with her frankness about last night.
At least I knew now, though, that I hadn’t done anything that might make some deformed babies or whatnot. Still, it didn’t sound as if Angel was ready to stop her sexual brinkmanship. What was her next plan? How would I even avoid it without evading my own flesh and blood, my lovely daughter? Even if I ignored her, there were her sisters, and there were no promises that she wouldn’t tag along, were there? Besides, I didn’t want to have even less time with my Angel than I already had.
Besides, how much of me really minded it? If there was any part that didn’t, would that be an argument for avoiding Angel… or meeting her gladly? Was this imminent or escapable? Which outcome did I even want? I never planned to take my own daughter as a lover, but now that I considered the prospect, I had to be honest with myself… did I want to do so?
If so, why? If not… why not? She was a helluva catch, after all.
Chapter 4
“Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.”
Napoleon Bonaparte
“Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn’t.”
Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush
“Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side.”
Cassandra Clare, City of Bones