Chapter 1

Friday! Fri-yay! A couple of days off from school? Excellent! My weekend with Dad? Super cool! The only thing better would be a three day weekend. Since Dad and Mom divorced, I stay with Dad every other weekend, plus some holidays and a couple weeks in the summer and he always finds something cool for us to do. I didn’t know what he had planned for this weekend, but I knew it would be awesome.

Oh, yeah, let me reintroduce myself. I’m Kelsey. I’ve turned fifteen since the last story about me. I’m still a slut. Just to give you the mental picture, I’m five-foot-six, with big brown eyes and dark brown hair that hangs down to my cute little butt. My boobies are C’s and they’re firm enough I don’t need a bra. I wear one anyway, most of the time, ‘cuz the school gets all weird and busts me about the dress code when my nipples start poking the front of my shirt. Also, Mom says giving the puppies good support when I’m young will help keep them from sagging down around my knees when I’m old.

Now where was I? Oh, yeah, Friday afternoon, no real homework since I did it during study hall. Now it’s just waiting for that last bell to ring so I can meet my BFF (and lover) Chelsea, after a stop at my locker. We’d had a really fun day today teasing the substitute teacher in our history class. He seemed to enjoy looking down my shirt as much as he enjoyed looking up Chelsea’s short skirt at her lacy panties and we were still laughing about how horny we got when we saw him starting to get hard. Anyway, we’re out the door and waiting where Chelsea’s mom, Mrs. Corrigan, was supposed to pick us up. I usually hang out at their house until Mom comes by to pick me up after work. Today, though, it was MY Mom who drove up.

“What’s up, Mom?” I asked. “You never pick us up.”

“Get in, you two,” Mom sighed, “I’ll explain on the way.”

We climbed in and buckled up in the back while Mom got the Beemer SUV on the road.

“I picked you girls up because of one of Mrs. Corrigan’s great aunts is in the hospital. Does the name Goldie ring a bell, Chelsea?”

“Yeah,” Chels told her “Aunt Goldie’s real creepy. Has about fifty cats and her house smells like a litter box. I hate going to see her.”

“That’s about what Nell told me,” Mom chuckled. “She thought you’d be happier staying with Kelsey.”

“But this is my weekend with Dad,” I sputtered. “Will he be OK with Chelsea coming along or are you going to trade weekends with him?”

“I’ve already spoken with your father, sweetie,” Mom told me. “He thinks it’ll be fun. Are you up to it, Chelsea?”

“Coolies,” Chelsea smiled. “I haven’t seen Mr. Cole in forever. Think he’ll remember me?”

“Honey, that red hair is unforgettable,” Mom laughed.

“Plus you’ve spent so much time in our house since we were in kindergarten that he probably thinks you’re his other daughter,” I teased. That was almost true and the same thing went for Chelsea’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Corrigan. Chelsea and I are ‘home’ in whichever house we go to.

“What’s the plan then?” I asked.

“Jordan’s going to pick up the two of you around five thirty,” Mom told me. “Right now we’re going to stop by Chelsea’s house so she can pack for the weekend. He’s taking you to dinner tonight at that Italian restaurant near the condo, so I’d recommend you both pick out nice dresses to wear.”

“You’ll love that place,” I told Chels, “the food is amazing!”

The three of us went in Chelsea’s house. Mom waited in the living room while my BFF and I headed for her room and grabbed what we needed to spend the weekend with my dad. I knew we’d only need casual stuff for Saturday and Sunday, so she only needed something nice for tonight. What she pulled out of her closet was the dress she’d bought to wear for Christmas. It was dark green, with a fitted body and a kicky flared skirt, that really showed off her red hair and green eyes. She had shoes to go with it and a little necklace that would hang down into the deep see-through mesh v-neck of the dress and draw attention to her chest. With that red hair and a sexy green dress, she was going to look so hot tonight.

Back at our house, we did the same for me, except my dress wasn’t fitted on top like Chelsea’s. It was pink and white, loose-fitting, floaty and elegant. It’s short and swirls like crazy when I move, so I catch a lot of men and boys watching me when I walk by in it. I think they’re hoping the skirt will flip up and they’ll see my butt. We soon had all our stuff by the door and ready to go. All there was to do now was wait for Dad to pick us up.

He rang the doorbell right at five thirty and I hopped off the sofa to let him in, greeting him with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I’d stepped over to pick up my stuff for the weekend when I heard Chelsea squeak, “er, hi Mr. Cole.”

That sounded odd, so I turned to look at her and she was just standing there staring at Dad with this funny look on her face. I recognized that look. Chelsea was in heat. You could almost see her drool. I’m sure her mouth wasn’t the only part of her starting to drool, either. You could see the blush of arousal starting to creep up her neck from down on her chest and it would only be a minute before you could smell her wet pussy.

She hadn’t seen my dad since he moved out a couple of years ago and she’d just now noticed how much he’s changed in that time. He must have needed some hobbies once he was single, so he started running every morning and working out every evening. Somewhere in there he started competing in triathlons. He’s really ripped now compared to the slightly paunchy forty-year-old she remembered. Did I mention he’s also got a ridiculous tan from being outdoors so much for his training and competitions?

Anyway, Dad greeted Chels like a long lost daughter, scooping her up in a hug and kissing her cheek and commenting on how much she’d grown up since he’d seen her last. Grown? Ha! She’s barely taller than she was two years ago, still only five feet tall. The booby fairy didn’t give her any gifts at all, though she has hips and a nice bubble butt now, and her face isn’t as chubby as it used to be. I think she’s sexy as fuck, myself, but there are some boys who get pretty rude about her tiny titties. Their loss.

Apparently my dad and I have the same taste in girls: Short, flat-chested redheads with green eyes. Is it weird that my dad thinks my best friend is hot? I mean, she is, but ... damn! He was staring at Chelsea like a piece of candy and she was blushing and turning into a puddle. Gotta break this up before it gets awkward.

“C’mon Chels,” I urged, pulling her toward her backpack, “time to load up and get on the road.” She and Dad came out of their trances once eye contact had been broken, so the three of us said goodbye to Mom and headed out to Dad’s Audi. Usually I’d sit in the passenger seat, but I didn’t want my BFF stuck by herself in the back, so I hopped back there with her.

While Dad’s attention was focused on backing out of the driveway and getting on the street, she whispered to me, “When did your dad get so hot?”

“Chels!” I squeaked. “He’s my Dad.”

“But he IS, Kelsey. H.O.T. Hot,” she gushed. “Really, if my dad looked like that I’d do him.”

That wasn’t going to happen. Mr. Corrigan is a couple years older than Dad, carries way too much around his belly and is going bald. I’ve seen pictures of him when he was younger and he was good looking enough, but not now. I mean, he’s sweet and I love him like an uncle ... but hot? Never.

I did a quick appraisal on Dad. Handsome? Check. Fit? Double check — he’s totally buff — AND he’s a really nice guy. I don’t say that just because he’s my dad and I love him. He’s truly a nice guy, treats everyone with respect. So, yeah, I guess I can see why Chels could be hot for him.

“Stop it, Chelsea, before I throw up on you,” I warned her. I had to. Geeze. Hot or not, he’s still my father. Squick!

She glared at me a second but at least she shut up. I could see she was distracted, though. She kept looking at Dad and licking her lips. Fortunately it’s a short trip to Dad’s condo. He told me one of the reasons he picked the place is so I wouldn’t have to change schools if I decided to live with him.

Once we got inside, I took Chelsea to my room so we could put our stuff down, then I showed her around. Dad’s condo has a garage on the first floor with an entryway, then you go upstairs to the kitchen and living room area, upstairs again to the bedrooms, which is two master suites. Upstairs from that is another living room that opens to a rooftop deck. It’s a nice place and Chelsea was impressed.

When we came back down to the kitchen, Dad told us our dinner reservation was in twenty minutes, so we ran back up the stairs to get dressed. It was only a five minute walk to the restaurant, so we had plenty of time. We both stripped out of our clothes and underwear and I noticed Chelsea’s panties were soaked at the crotch and strings of grool stretched from her pussy when she pulled them down. I wanted to lick it all up, ‘cuz I love her juices. Damn. Now she’s got me horny.

She caught me staring and giggled. “I should dry off, huh?”

I nodded and she trotted off to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush after a minute or so, then the noise of her washing her hands before she came back into the bedroom. I had my dress on by the time she got back. Chelsea put on fresh panties and then got dressed, too. No bra for her, it would show under the dress and she need doesn’t need one anyway. Shoes, a little lip gloss and some mascara for both of us and we were soon back downstairs and ready to go. Dad came down shortly afterward. When he saw us all dressed up, he was impressed.

“I must be living right to have a date tonight with TWO such sexy ladies,” he sighed.

If Chelsea was a cat, she would have purred. I have to admit his compliment even gave me a tingle. I love to be told I’m sexy, even if it’s my dad saying it.

“You look great, too, Mr. Cole,” Kelsey told him. “Thanks for letting me stay here this weekend.”

“My pleasure, sweetie,” Dad grinned. “I couldn’t very well leave my daughter’s twin by different parents in the lurch, could I? I should have let Kelsey bring you along before now, so you should plan on coming with her once in a while from now on, OK?”

“That’d be wonderful,” Chelsea said, batting her bright green eyes at him.

“Shall we go?” Dad asked, leading us to the door. After he locked up, we started our walk to the restaurant. I held Dad’s hand just like I always have since I was little and Chelsea took his other hand. She peeked around him and grinned at me.

‘Make moves on my daddy, will you?’ I thought to myself. I moved closer to him, wrapping my hands around his bicep. That made his arm rest right against my tit, and the movements of walking were doing quite a job on my nipple, which has a direct connection to my puss. Chels must have thought it was a competition, too, so she upped the game by pulling Dad’s arm around her shoulders. Her arm went around his waist so she could pull him closer.

Game on, then. I nestled under Dad’s shoulder and put my arm around his waist. I leaned forward to glance at my BFF. She was blushing clear down into that deep V on her dress and her little nips were about to poke holes in the fabric, she was so turned on. Funny thing, though, is I was getting turned on, too. I happened to look down just after I peeked at Chelsea and the front of Dad’s slacks was tented out.

Wow. He was getting turned on, too! We were all getting horny, and I had to wonder how I felt about that. Was he getting a hard-on over my BFF or was that stiffy because of me? I know Chelsea was creaming her panties over him from the minute she saw him. But where did I fit in all this? His arm rubbing on my tit felt really good and got my pussy all juicy, so I couldn’t complain about what the two of them were feeling, but this was my own father.

I could accept Chelsea having sex with a guy, of course. She’s had a dozen or more, I think. I’ve lost count. She hadn’t hooked up with anybody older than high school seniors as far as I knew, but she’s named a few hot older guys like a couple of our teachers that she’d gladly boink. And I figured Dad had moved on after the divorce and was probably dating and having sex. As good-looking as he is, I bet he could have a lot of women of almost any age.

But where do I fit in? This is a sleepover with my BFF, after all. I don’t want to sleep alone while she’s in the next room boffing my Dad, do I? That girl and I need to talk!

We were all still arm-in-arm when we got to the restaurant. Our hostess — she looked like a college girl — got a little bug-eyed when we walked in. I get it. Hot older guy with two really young chicks hanging all over him. She was cool, though. Set us up in a corner booth that was mostly private. Dad scooted to the center, but before Chelsea could slip in beside him, I took her arm and told him we were going to the restroom.

“What’s going on, Kel?” she asked me once we were in the ladies room.

“I don’t know how to feel about you flirting with Dad like this, Chels.”

“It’s just a little harmless flirting,” she protested. “I haven’t seen him in a couple of years and, in case you haven’t noticed, your Dad is really hot now.”

“Yeah, but that’s my daddy!” I sniffed.

“OMG, Kelsey,” my BFF gasped. “You’re jealous!”

“No, I’m not,” I shot back. “It’s just that ... I mean ... You and...”

“Aww, Kelsey,” she soothed as she pulled me into a hug. “I know it’s your dad. That’s why it’s harmless. Nothing will come of it and you know it. Now let’s go eat.”

I was feeling better by the time we got back to the booth. Chelsea scooted in on one side of Dad while I slipped in on the other. I noticed she sat really close, so I scooted a little closer, too.

“It’s a big booth, girls,” Dad huffed.