Chapter 3

Late Sunday morning, I woke up cuddled with Dad. We were both naked. My head was on his shoulder and his arm was wrapped around me. I felt safe and loved. When my eyes could focus, I saw that Chelsea was in a similar position, still asleep, still naked. I scooted up and kissed Daddy’s cheek and he responded by holding me tighter with the arm that was around me. Then he turned and kissed Chelsea on the top of her head. It was a relief that Dad was still affectionate with both of us girls. I didn’t want him to get all sad and moral about fucking us. Especially since it was Chelsea and me that started it.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered.

“I love you, too, Kelsey,” he whispered back, “but about last night...”

I put my finger on his lips and said, “We can talk later. Just hold me,” then laid my head back down on his chest. Dad sighed and kissed the top of my head. Sad to say, but there was no way a perfect moment like that could last long.

“Sorry, Dad,” I whispered as I rolled away from him and slid out of bed, “but I have to pee.”

“That’s OK, baby,” he said, “I do, too.”

I went down the hall to my bathroom and used the toilet in there. After I’d flushed and washed my hands, I walked back to Dad’s bedroom. He was just walking out of his bathroom, his cock still half-hard. I wrapped my arms around him for a hug, feeling his erection grow against my tummy. I stretched up and gave him a sweet, closed-mouth, kiss on the lips. His arms wrapped around me and we stood there for a few minutes enjoying the closeness before I tilted my head back again and got a passionate tongue-filled kiss that got him completely hard and left me wet and wanting.

“Come back to bed?” I asked.

“I need my coffee,” he told me. “Shall we let Chelsea sleep or wake her up?”

“I think she’d like it if you woke her up, Dad,” I told him. “Kisses would be nice.”

I watched as my dad, naked with his cock almost fully hard, leaned over the bed to kiss my BFF on the cheek to wake her up. She must have been glad to see him, because she pulled him down on top of her and gave him a kiss that lasted several minutes. When they finally broke their kiss, Dad told her it was time to get up, get showered and have some breakfast.

“Is there room for three in your shower, Jordan?” my bestie asked.

“I think I should shower alone this time,” he said.

I noticed he said, ‘this time,’ so maybe that meant there could be a ‘next time’ for us all. I sure hoped so, but I wasn’t going to push the issue right then. I took Chelsea by the hand and pulled her up the hall to my bedroom. While she was taking a pee, I turned on the shower to let the water warm up. I stepped under the spray and Chelsea joined me a moment later.

“God, Kelsey,” she said as I worked some shampoo into her hair, “last night was incredible! Jordan is an amazing lover.”

“I can agree with that from first hand experience,” I giggled, “I’m almost tender down there.”

We finished up our shower and got ready for the day, including packing up our stuff so we were ready to go home. Then we went downstairs for breakfast and found Dad in the kitchen staring at his coffee. We came up behind him and kissed him on the cheeks, me on the left and Chelsea on the right.

“Good morning, Jordan,” Chelsea said to him. “Are we OK with what happened last night?”

“I hope so, sweetie,” Dad sighed, “I don’t want you to think it was a mistake.”

“Mistake?” Chelsea snorted. “This has been the best weekend ever! Last night, especially. I loved being with you, Jordan.”

“And you, Kelsey?” Dad asked me. “You don’t hate your old man?”

“I could never hate you, Daddy,” I said. “I love you, and last night just made me love you more.”

“Alright, then,” Dad shrugged. “I had a great time, too, but I’m your father — and I’m almost a father to Chelsea in some ways — and I have to worry.”

He stood up and hugged us both, giving us sweet closed-mouth kisses on the lips, then walked over to the stove and started on some scrambled eggs.

“Chelsea, if you’ll pour us some orange juice,” he said, “Kelsey can nuke us some of those sausage patties from the freezer. I’ll get some toast going while these eggs cook.”

The three of us got to work and soon had our breakfast on the table. There wasn’t any deep and meaningful conversation, just Dad being parental — asking about school, catching up on Chelsea’s life from the past couple of years, making sure we got our homework done and stuff like that. We helped him clean up afterwards and went to the living room to hang out.

Dad sat in his recliner, and before he could lean back, Chelsea planted herself in his lap and kissed him. Really kissed him. It was so cool to watch my BFF kissing someone besides me. The fact that it was Daddy just made it better. I could feel my nipples get hard and my pussy getting juicy just watching them. I sat down on the arm of his chair and watched, waiting my turn. Or should I say turns. I wanted kisses from both of them. I got those kisses, and a few more, but Dad made us stop.

“If we keep on like this, I’ll drag you both to bed,” he told us, “which I’d love to do, but we don’t have time. Chelsea’s folks are supposed to get home soon.”

We stopped, mostly. Chelsea stayed in his lap, her head on his shoulder and his arm around her. I stayed close, too. Once in a while, one of us would kiss one of the others, but we mostly cuddled and enjoyed being close. Dad’s phone interrupted that. It was Mrs. Corrigan calling to let Dad know they were back from the trip. He told them he’d take Chelsea home in just a few. Chelsea went up to my bedroom to get her stuff but Dad held me back.

“You and I still need to have a conversation, Kelsey,” he told me. “It’s not exactly about last night, but I think there are some things you should know that your mom and I didn’t tell you before.” That sounded gloomy, but Dad smiled and hugged me, letting me know it would be OK.

Chelsea came back with her stuff and we headed down to the car. She and I rode in the back seat, holding hands, both of us a little sad that the weekend was over. I kissed her real hard right before we pulled in the Corrigan’s driveway. Chelsea kissed daddy’s cheek, then she and I got out of the car and helped her take her stuff in the house while Dad waited. As always, we promised to talk and text that evening.

Back in the car, this time in the front seat, Dad drove back toward his condo. We had several hours to kill before it was time for me to go back to Mom’s and he wanted to talk. I had no idea what he wanted to talk about and he wasn’t giving any hints in the car. He waited until we were back in the condo before he started. He led me into the living room and had me sit on the couch. Then he sat down in an armchair opposite me. “Kelsey, honey, there are some things we should talk to you about...”

“I’m fine with last night, Daddy,” I told him. You know what they say about the best defense being a good offense. “Chelsea and I both knew what we were doing when we got in your bed. Don’t beat yourself up about it. You haven’t psychologically harmed either of us. I still love you, and I think she’d marry you tomorrow if you asked.”

“That may be, sweetie,” Dad sighed, “but this weekend you saw a side of me that I had always hoped to hide from my sweet innocent daughter.”

“I’m not an innocent little girl, Daddy,” I snorted, “despite appearances. I’m too much like my mother to be innocent.”

“That’s not how I want to picture you,” Dad sighed, hanging his head.

“I know you divorced Mom because she was a slut, Daddy,” I said. “Are you disappointed in me because I’m a slut, too?”

“No, Kelsey,” Dad answered. “You’re my precious daughter and I will always love you, but you don’t have the whole story of the divorce.”

“I only know what you and Mom told me. Is there more to it than her cheating?” I asked.

“Honey, your mother was a slut when I met her and she never stopped. I was always fine with that. I didn’t divorce her because she was cheating on me. I mean, it’s what we told the family court, but we never told you the real reason ... we’ve never told anyone this before.”

“What are you talking about, Dad?” I asked. “It wasn’t about her cheating on you? You’ve got me really confused.”

“Kelsey, I loved the fact that your mom was a slut because I’m as much of a horn-dog as she ever was. God this is hard to admit. I divorced her because I was starting to have fantasies about you. We knew we had to protect you from me, but we couldn’t give that as a reason for the divorce in the family court. Both of us would have ended up in jail and you’d be in foster care.”

“Protect me from you?” I asked. “Are you a pedophile or something?”

“I think the actual technical term is ephebophile or hebephile,” Dad said. “A pedophile like little kids. I find that disgusting. But I do like teenage girls. There, I said it. You were starting puberty and I moved out so I wouldn’t molest you.”

“But you’ve never made a move on me,” I sputtered.

“I’m not a monster, baby. I can control myself, mostly,” he told me. “But Friday ... seeing Chelsea. I couldn’t help myself. She looks so young and that really turns me on.”

“I saw that the minute you came in the door on Friday,” I giggled. “It was lust at first sight.”

“And you look so much like your mother did when I first met her,” Dad said.

“Mom says you met in college.”

“I was in college,” Dad chuckled. “Jenna was only 15. She and another girl sneaked into a frat party I was at. Since I’m four years older than her, meeting in college is a believable story.”

“When did you find out she was that young?” I asked.

“I guessed almost from the beginning, but she didn’t actually tell me until a few weeks later,” Dad told me. “Even in college, I preferred dating high school girls, so her being that young and slutty was a huge turn on for me.”

“Because you like ‘em young,” I smiled.

“That was my original attraction to her, at least,” Dad shrugged. “I really did fall in love with her for other reasons than sex. Her being a slut didn’t put me off, same as me chasing younger and younger women didn’t bother her. I introduced her to guys she could fuck. Sometimes she brought girls home to me. Sometimes we even shared the girls, or the guy and I would double up on your mom. We were pretty wild. We settled down for a while when we decided to start a family. I wanted to be sure the baby was mine. Then we got wild again. I still liked to pick up younger women if I could. Your mom tended to pick guys her own age, give or take. It worked until you hit puberty and I couldn’t trust myself around you.”

I got up from where I was sitting, moved into Daddy’s lap and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for telling me the whole story, Daddy,” I said. “I love you even more now.”

“You don’t hate me because I’m a pervert?”

“If you were a perv, you wouldn’t have divorced Mom to protect me,” I argued. “You’ve never done anything to hurt me. Even last night, you didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do. Chelsea would tell you the same thing.”

“I still worry, sweetie,” Dad sighed.

“Which proves to me you’re a good man,” I told him. “You have a conscience, and I bet that’s not just about me and Chelsea. You wouldn’t force a girl to do anything, would you?”

“Never, baby.” Dad protested.

“And you didn’t force Chelsea or me last night, either.”

“If anything, the two of you forced me,” Dad laughed. “The truth is, I was totally willing with Chelsea but wasn’t going to make the first move; she had to do it. You, on the other hand, I really wanted to resist.”

“You can stop resisting, Daddy.”

“But...” he started to say.

“But nothing,” I snapped. “You had two very willing teens in your bed last night. Don’t beat yourself up about it. All three of us had a wonderful time. Now you have one very willing teen in your lap. We have all afternoon before I have to go home, and I want you to take me back to your bed.”

Instead of the protests I expected, Daddy wrapped his arms around me and stood up from the chair, carrying me up the stairs and into his bedroom where he placed me gently on his bed. He stretched out beside me and we rolled to face each other and kissed. They were sweet hot kisses, but that’s all we did for the longest time. It felt like ten minutes before his hand moved down and covered my butt. Then after a while he started gently rubbing my ass before he finally started squeezing.

More kisses, and his hands started to caress me wherever he could reach, from down on my thighs and butt, along my back, and up to my neck. He ran his fingers through my hair, played with my ear. He was in no rush, totally unlike the boys I’ve made out with before. They’re always trying to grab my tits or get a hand down in my panties. Daddy was gentle and sweet and it was making me hornier than any of those clumsy boys ever did.