Chapter 11: Epilogue

The warm sun fell on Ryan as he drank a beer on his patio, Geoff and Andrew sitting around the table playing a board game.

“Man, we need to get a fourth,” Andrew complained. “With just three players, someone always gets ganged up on.”

“Maybe try not to shoot your load early in the game then?” Geoff countered with a laugh.

“It’s a shame you didn’t get to know Dan better. He was great at these games.”

Ryan sipped his beer again, darting a glance at Geoff. The official story was that Dan had an aggressive form of cancer and passed last year. But they hadn’t seen him for a long time before that. Ryan was pretty sure they got him. Whoever they were.

“So, uh, Andrew, I heard Nina’s getting more involved with the church events now?” Geoff tried to change the subject, as he did anytime Dan came up.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Amy’s really taken her under her wing. Has her running around doing all sorts of activities together. It’s been rough keeping the house organized. Liz isn’t exactly the tidiest of eighteen-year-olds. Luckily Yelena, Nina’s cousin, is staying with us over the summer break. She’s great; studying to be a doctor, great cook, very tidy. Don’t know how I’d get by without her.”

A baby started crying inside and Ryan sighed. He set down the drink and excused himself.

“I remember having kids that young,” Andrew commiserated. “Glad I don’t have to do that again.”

Geoff snorted in agreement and cleaned up the board.

Yelena placed a swift peck on Andrew’s cheek as he cleaned up the table. “Thanks Andy.”

He laughed as he collected Liz’s to another peck. “My pleasure. I should ask you to teach this one those recipes.”

“Daddy.” Liz rolled her eyes and headed to her room.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Yelena said, slipping from the table and stretching. Her tight tummy peaked out from her short shirt which tented from her heavy bust. She gathered her blonde hair into a loose ponytail that bobbed behind her as she opened the door.

“I’ll be back in an hour or so. Gotta work off this fat.”

Andrew snorted, “Honey, you ain’t got nothing to work off.”

She gave him a dazzling smile, her blue eyes twinkling. “Thanks Andy.”

His eyes lingered momentarily on her tight behind as she stepped out, quickly shaking his head and getting back to the dishes.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, sweety?”

Andrew turned as Liz approached in a silky slip dress. The tops of her creamy breasts strained against the slinky material. The midsection pulled tight against her flat stomach, and the hem ended at the upper thigh. He coughed, pulling his eyes back to hers.

A little smile played across her face, her blue eyes shining. “Can we do our daddy-daughter night tonight?”

“Sure, baby. Are you going to wear that?”

Liz arched her back and turned, as if to inspect herself. Her nipples pulled dangerously close to popping out as she looked over herself. “What’s wrong with it? I think it looks nice.”

Andrew swallowed hard. “Uh, no, yeah, uh, it’s really ... great.” He coughed again. “What ... what are we watching?”

Liz wandered over to the TV, kneeling down at the DVD collection, her pert ass cheeks peeking out from below her hem.

“Spaceballs? I do love the classics.”

Andrew groaned at that. “Way to make me feel old.”

She popped it into the DVD player and lay down on the couch, patting the spot behind her. “Here daddy. We can cuddle.”

Andrew smiled as he gazed into her sweet blue eyes. “Of course, baby.”