Chapter 1

A week before her aunt and guardian Jill passed away, my older daughter Elizabeth sent me a letter. She wrote saying how she couldn’t wait until I was finally released in three months. I called her “Ellie”, and I couldn’t wait either.

Ellie apologized that the photos she had sent me earlier showed her and her sister in swimsuits at a beach. They were rejected by the prison mail room as “inappropriate”, so I didn’t get them.

The most recent photo she sent was her and my younger daughter Amanda both in jeans and t-shirts, nothing rejectable there. They were both cute teenage girls, with their long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and total lack of makeup. I could tell from the small bulges in the front of her shirt Ellie was starting to become a young woman. She said it would be great to have a man in the house, and she missed me dearly. She couldn’t wait to give me a hug and a kiss. I re-read the letter and looked at the picture at least five times a day.

I wrote back and told her I loved the two of them very much, and was glad they were becoming such pretty young ladies. I promised to do everything I could to take care of them and make them happy when I got out.

The message I received five days later disturbed me greatly. My late wife’s sister Jill had been taking care of the girls since I was arrested, nearly ten years. She was in a car accident and didn’t survive. Because they had no family other than me, the girls went to the state home, and were practically in prison too. A lot of the other kids there were juvenile delinquents.

The day before Jill died, Ellie had sent me a letter which disturbed me even more. To get it past the mailroom snoops, she pretended she was my girlfriend instead of my daughter. She said how much she loved me and couldn’t wait to kiss me. She wanted to go on a romantic date with me, holding hands as we walked through a park. She wanted to take turns feeding each other during a candlelight dinner, dance with me and rub her body against mine, then make out with me on the couch after our date! She wrote about how sexy she thought I was, and what she wanted to do with me in bed!

Relying on the laziness of government employees is usually a sound tactic. She didn’t think they would bother checking if any pictures were stuck together, and was right.

This time she sent me four pictures, with two of them stuck to the backs of the other pair. The first was my younger girl Amanda playing checkers. The one stuck to the back of it had Ellie wearing nothing but black panties and a black bra, sticking her tongue out! The other top photo was the two girls wearing regular clothes and hugging. The one stuck to the back of it was Ellie topless and licking a banana!

My daughter had the hots for me! My HOT daughter had the hots for me!

It was terribly wrong and I had to put a stop to it. I felt extremely guilty after I masturbated to her pictures that night. The idea was kinky and sexy, but I could never let it happen in real life. I tore up the sexy photos and flushed them in the morning, but masturbated myself to sleep thinking about them the next night too. I firmly decided that it would be very wrong, and I could never do anything like that with her in real life. Probably.

Three weeks later my lawyer arranged for me to get a ‘compassionate release’, since there wasn’t much time left on my sentence and the girls had nobody but me. I walked out of prison carrying only a small bag with paperwork and the letters Ellie sent me. They were kind enough to give me fifty dollars to get started, as if that would last more than a day.

I started walking to the State Home to get my daughters and tried to figure out what the Hell we were going to do. I had a strong urge I wanted to relieve on the way. I stopped at a gas station and got a lighter and pack of cigarettes. Despite the movies, tobacco has been banned from most jails and prisons for many years, and it’s very difficult to get when you’re inside. In nearly ten years I only smoked four, and I still remember each one.

The first few puffs made me cough, but I felt great as the nicotine hit my system. I had to lean against a post a moment, the buzz was so sudden. For a few minutes, it felt like everything would be fine. It was two more miles to the state home, and I smoked two more on the way.

At the front desk, I held out the paperwork for the girls. “I’m here to pick up my daughters.” The very large lady glanced at them and looked through a stack of other forms on her desk. She slid two over to me, saying, “Sign these, and Rick will go get them.”

I was a little annoyed the names were both slightly wrong. “Elizabeth Johnston” instead of “Johnson”, and “Mindy Johnston” instead of “Mandy Johnson.” I shrugged and signed them. The lady peeled a copy off the form and handed it to a young man. “Bring these two up, Rick.”

A few minutes later Ellie ran to me and gave me a hug, with her sister only a step behind. I hugged both tightly. A different female employee noticed and said, “Those are your two? I’ll get their papers.”

I walked back to the counter. “What?”

She held out another pair of forms with the names spelled correctly. “If you want ‘em, you gotta sign.” I was a little confused, but after nearly a decade in prison I was used to obeying. I dutifully wrote my name on the bottom line.

Ellie told Mandy, “Let’s go get our stuff! We can go home!” The two of them rapidly walked down the hall. I could see they were tempted to run.

The young man Rick brought two other girls to the front desk and said, “Mindy and Elizabeth Johnston. Here ya’ go.” The two of them carried their clothes in black trash bags. Both had shoulder-length dark hair. The younger one was kind of cute, except for the large number of things she had drawn and written on her hands and forearms with a pen.

The older girl had large breasts, a silvery stud though her tongue, and several tattoos. There were small hearts on her ear lobes and thumbs, and a large tattoo on each upper arm, a unicorn on one and a ‘Jolly Roger’ pirate flag on the other. Her blue lipstick and black fingernails completed the look. She stared at me and asked, “Sup?”

I told the heap of a woman on the other side of the desk, “But my daughters went to get their stuff. They’re the ones I want. These two are a mistake.”