Uninvited Guests

by blackrandl1958

Copyright© 2015 by blackrandl1958

Drama Sex Story: Three women show up unexpectedly at the house of a man who doesn't want to be found. He knows two of them. The third one is the charm.

Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Fiction   Incest   Group Sex   .

Once again I owe a debt of gratitude to my team of wonderful men that clean up my mess and make it look like English is my native language. My wonderful editor, PapaKilo14, brilliant second editor Dan, my beta readers, the amazing Denny and the guy with the ideas, Black Phoenix. Hugs, guys.

I was expecting to clean my fish, open a bottle of wine and spend a nice evening lying on the sofa with a good book. What I wasn't expecting was to see an old, beat-up Ford truck sitting in my driveway with a thirty day tag on it from Tennessee. I wasn't expecting to see a woman sitting in one of the deck chairs on my dock either. I pulled the boat into the slip and put my fish in a bucket. When I climbed down I raised the boat up out of the water and when I went outside she was standing up.

I had intended to ask her if she knew she was on private property but when I saw her standing there I discovered I was unable to speak. She was young, maybe a little older than twenty and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had long, ash blonde hair that hung straight down past her butt. Her eyes were startling. They were a pale grey color and I wondered if she was wearing colored contacts. It seemed odd that they were the same color as mine except lighter. Those eyes were huge and very expressive and there was a look of apprehension on her face. What a face it was. Her nose was aquiline, straight and with a few cute little freckles. Her cheekbones were high and her cheeks were a little hollow. Her jawline was strong, tapering down to a little pointed chin and her lips were red, although she wasn't wearing anything but lip gloss. Her mouth was wide and shaped like a recurved bow and her lips were full and puffy, begging to be kissed. Again, it was the most beautiful face I had ever seen and it was hauntingly familiar. Where had I seen her before? She looked like she'd been in an accident. She had a black eye and the left side of her face was discolored with bruises. She also had a big, fading, purple bruise on her left arm.

My eyes drifted down, irresistibly drawn to her chest. There were two amazing breasts resting there, high and perfectly placed. They were very large, extremely well shaped pillows of femininity. I started getting hard just looking at them. Her waist was very narrow and her hips just exploded out. I couldn't see her ass but I knew I had to. If it fit the rest of the package this was the absolutely most sensuous woman I had ever imagined. She smiled and when she spoke her voice was low and husky, like old, smoky whisky and smooth, twenties jazz.

"Did I pass the inspection?" she asked. "Hello Random; you are Random Jordan, aren't you?"

"No," I lied. "He just lets me use his dock when he's not here. I'll give him a message if you tell me who you are."

She looked a little confused, and then she laughed. "Don't worry; I'm not here for anything unpleasant. Well, it may be unpleasant to you for a while, but I promise it's going to get better."

"Will it involve you helping me eat these fish and talking to me?" I asked.

"If you want me to," she said. "You may not after you find out about me."

"Oh no, I'm sure that isn't going to happen," I told her. "Why don't you have a seat and tell me why you're here while I clean the fish. I won't be five minutes. Would you like something to drink?"

"I think a dark lager beer would be nice," she said.

That's what I drink. "Over there in the refrigerator," I indicated the direction. "Bring me one."

She sauntered off to the refrigerator and my jaw dropped. She had on a little blue sun dress with orange flowers and her ass did match the rest of her. I could see it jiggling under that tight, thin little dress and that sight would have given a dead man wood. It was spectacular; large, perfectly round, and you could have stacked cups on it. She looked over her shoulder, caught me watching and smiled.

My face burned and I flopped the fish on the cleaning table and turned on the water. I had them filleted by the time she got back with two Samuel Adams Bock beers and she stood by me and drank from hers while I rinsed them off. I got some fresh veggies and some boudin sausage out of the icebox I had by the grill. I turned the grill on and gave her some skewers and a knife. She cut the veggies up into chunks, seasoned them, coated them with the olive oil I handed her and put them on the grill. "We're going to need a little more sausage," she said.

I got out another package, "You really hungry?" I asked.

"Yes, but there are two more of us," she said. I looked around but didn't see anyone. "They're in the truck, and I expect by now they're really hot and thirsty," she said. "Can I go get them?"

I nodded and watched that butt jiggle away. Damn, she was hot! This was going to be a great evening!

Then it all went to shit. When she came back she had two more absolutely gorgeous women with her. The problem was, I knew them. One of them came running and threw herself on me, babbling and weeping and trying to throttle the life out of me with her hug. The other one was older and she just looked around. I disengaged myself and turned the fish.

"Hello, Bailey, Silvia," I said. "Imagine seeing you here."

I hadn't seen Bailey for 22 years. It had been longer than that for Silvia. It hadn't been long enough. She looked even better than the last time I saw her except she looked like she had been fighting. Silvia was the same way. They were bruised and battered but the bruises looked a week or so old.

"Taken up boxing?" I enquired.

The girl laughed and I decided I was going to make her do that a lot. Now that I looked at the three of them together they were obviously related. Of course, I knew Silvia and Bailey were related. Silvia was Bailey's mother and Bailey was my ex-wife. Well, for all I knew she was still my wife. Like I said, I hadn't seen her for more than twenty years.

"You should see the other guy," Bailey laughed.

I chuckled. "Well, ladies, it's been nice but I've got some packing to do," I told them, turning away toward the stairs. "Enjoy the house."

The girl grabbed my arm. "You're staying," she said. "I desperately need to talk to you."

"Are they part of the package?" I asked.

She nodded.

"No thanks," I said, trying to free my arm without hurting her.

"Help me," she said to the other two and they all three wrapped themselves around me like boa constrictors.

"Please, Random," Silvia begged. "Just have dinner with us and then if you want to go we won't try to stop you. If we wanted to harm you we'd have shown up with the police. Please, I'm begging you, just finish dinner, give us an hour and then we'll never bother you again." She dropped to her knees and hugged my legs. "Please, Random, I'm begging."

The other two knelt down there too and three women were hugging my knees. It was ridiculous. I pulled them up. "Dinner and an hour, right?"

They nodded and all three of them were all over me, kissing me all over the face and squeezing me like I was their favorite teddy bear.

"Let me cook," I tried to disengage. "You ... what's your name?"

"Raney," she said.

"Raney, go up in the kitchen and bring back a bottle of white wine out of the refrigerator. Better get two. There's a corkscrew in the top right drawer of the bar."

The other two wouldn't leave my side. It was like they were afraid I'd bolt if they weren't touching me. They were right. This was a bad situation for me. I'd been hiding from them for 22 years and now they had found me. I turned the sausage and the vegies, buying some time.

"You look good, Random," Bailey said. "You're just as big and beautiful as you always were. You're getting a little gray up there," she ran her fingers through my hair. I drew away instinctively and I could see the hurt in her eyes.

"You two haven't changed a bit," I said, trying to cover the awkwardness. "Still the best looking women in any room."

Raney came back with the wine, put it in the icebox and brought two more beers for the other two. She looked at them and they went and sat at the bar, drinking thirstily. She pressed herself up against me and put her arm around my waist, leaning her head against my shoulder.

"Thank you for staying, Daddy," she said.

"What?" I stared at her stupidly.

"I said, thanks for staying, Daddy," she repeated. "I really needed to talk to you. I need to get to know you so badly. I only found out about you three years ago and I hated you for a while. I know the truth now, and I really want you in my life."

I gawked at Bailey. "She is," she said. "I'm so sorry, Random."

She had a file folder in her hand I hadn't noticed. She waved it at me. "DNA tests," she said, "in case you don't believe us." The problem was, now that I saw her and things clicked, I did.

"The fish is done," Raney said.

I couldn't move and she laughed again and walked me over to a barstool beside Bailey. "I know it's a shock, Daddy. You'll get better in a minute." I took a swig of my beer and shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. She went back and took everything up on a big platter and brought it to the bar. "Where are the place settings and plates and glasses?" she asked.

I pointed to the sidebar and she opened the doors and got stuff out. Silvia got up and opened a bottle of wine, pouring four glasses and putting them in front of us. "I know this is overwhelming, Random," she said. "I'm very sorry too. I know I played a big part in it. I'm going to spend a long time making it up to you. I'm so sorry. I badly misjudged you and I've never regretted anything more in my life." Bailey was putting napkins by our plates and doling out the silverware.

I looked at Raney. She was so beautiful it hurt. "Why ... why didn't you tell me?" I croaked.

"We'll explain everything," she said. "Can we eat first? I'm starving. We haven't eaten since last night."

"Of course, I'm sorry," I said.

"No," Bailey said. "You don't ever get to say that to any of us. No matter what you do, you don't get to say that."

Raney took one of my hands and Silvia took the other, they both took one of Bailey's and they bowed their heads. "Thank you, God for this food," Raney said. "Thank you for bringing us here safe and thank you for letting us find Daddy. Please, God, let him love me, Amen."

Tears were running down my cheeks like rivers and they were all crying too. "Look at us," I wiped four faces with a napkin. "Those allergies are awful this time of year."

We all laughed and they ate like wolves. Raney loved the boudin and we ate every scrap of the fish. I had a peach pie and some ice cream and we ate that too. The mosquitoes were getting bad and we moved indoors. We were well into the second bottle of wine. The women all came and sat in a little circle on the floor in front of me. Raney reached and held one of my hands in hers.

"I didn't tell you because I couldn't find you," Bailey said. "You just disappeared. Why did you do that, Random?"

"Well, let's see," I pretended to think. "You served me with divorce papers and promised that you were going to rape me in the divorce," I said. "I'm not the kind of guy to just relax and enjoy the rape. I figured if you couldn't find me I would be hard to rape. You moved in with my asshole former best friend and business partner that set me up for the rape. Is that enough?"

Her eyes filled with tears again. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I was wrong. I thought I was right, but I wasn't. You have to know how it looked, Random. You saw the pictures. That's all I had to go on. You never even denied that it happened."

"No, it would have been a lie," I said. "I never lied to you, Bailey. I was in the wrong. I shouldn't have been there, but it wasn't what you thought it was."

"I know that now," she said. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't want to hear anything I had to say," I told her. "You wouldn't have believed me anyway. Someone had been telling you stuff like that all along. 'He's a player. I knew this was going to happen. It was just a matter of time before he cheated on you. You're too good for him.' Don't you remember?"

I heard a sob from Silvia. "I'm so sorry, Random," she wept. "I was wrong about you. I was just a stuck up bitch and I've been regretting it ever since. I screwed up bad. I hope you forgive me someday. It's us that weren't good enough for you. How can I make it up to you?"

"Well, the apology was a good start," I said. "Do you know what the last twenty years have been like for me? I've basically been on the run. I live off the grid. I work for cash. I have throw-away cell phones. I look over my shoulder, thinking there is going to be a knock on the door every day and it would be the police, there to arrest me because I didn't want to be raped. The woman I loved more than life hated me. I felt like my heart had been cut out with a butter knife. I agree that it was my fault. I shouldn't have been in that bar. I shouldn't have been at that party. I got drunk and passed out and lay like a hog in a mud hole all night. But, I didn't take Christine to that party. I didn't undress her or make love to her. She and Jack set that up and took those pictures. They did it to get the business and he did it to get you, Bailey. They set me up and they set you up and you fell for it. Did you marry him? Are we divorced?"

"No, and no," she said. "I lived with him for fifteen years before I found out the truth, Random. You have no idea how that makes me feel. I fucked a lying, scheming bastard for fifteen years! I was such a fool. All the time, the only man I've ever loved was living like a fugitive." She broke down into helpless weeping.

Raney pulled her sobbing mother into her arms and Silvia held her too. Raney looked up at me. "I've known for two years," she said. "You see how we're beat up? Jack did that to us."

"Why? Why would he do that?"

"He found out we knew," Silvia said. "Bailey found out he was cheating on her. We'd been looting the company, getting ready to leave and he found out. He beat the hell out of us until Raney hit him over the head with a bowling trophy. She knocked him out and we did quite a number on him"

Bailey laughed. "We played patty cake with his nuts. I don't think he'll be okay. I'd be surprised if they stay attached."

"So why are you here and how did you find me?" I asked.

"We hired detectives," Silvia said. "Of course, they've been living with me since we found out. We didn't tell Jack why she left him, but we started looking for you. You were very hard to track. No one had heard of you for more than fifteen years. We started putting together your history until we figured out you were somewhere in southeast Texas. You made a mistake when you bought that lift for your boat. One of the secretaries that worked for that company recognized you. She went to college with Raney and Raney had told her she was looking for her father. She'd seen your picture. We had to find you, Random. I know you're probably too badly hurt to ever accept me or Baily back into your life, but Raney is innocent. She doesn't deserve any of this. We had to do it for her. We're here because we're afraid, Random. We're afraid of Jack and his crew. We're afraid he'll find us and kill us. We took over two million out of the business and without that money, they're history. We need your help. I know I don't deserve it, and maybe Bailey doesn't, but you can't turn Raney away. Please, we'll do anything. I'll be your personal maid for the rest of your life. I'll crawl. I'd die for my daughter and my granddaughter, Random. Just tell me what to do."

"I feel the same way," Bailey said. "I did a terrible wrong. I should have given you a chance. I never let you explain. I never told you I was pregnant. I've been a horrible person, Random, but I've changed. I'm so, so sorry. Please help us. We know you aren't married or permanently attached. You know how to stay hidden. It was just an accident we found you. Please, do it for Raney and I'll be your slave. Beat me, call me a whore, I'll take it. I deserve it, just help Raney."

I looked over at Raney. God, she was gorgeous. This was my little girl! What in hell was I going to do? "Of course I'll help," I said.

I couldn't get another word out because I was buried under three sobbing women that were thanking me and kissing me and just making it nearly impossible to breathe.

"Stop it!" I shouted. "Let me breathe, God damn it. Let me get a word in edgewise here. I'm still really upset with you, Bailey. You too, Silvia. You just don't get to come waltzing back into my life and act like the last twenty-three years didn't happen. We have a lot of talking to do and a lot of thinking to do. I can't do that with you all over me like this. You can stay here for as long as you want. I need to get away and get my head around all this."

"Oh no, you aren't leaving me," Raney said. "I've just found you and I'm going with you. I'm sorry Mom, Grandma, but you made this mess, not me. I'm going with him. I got cheated out of 22 years with my father and I'm not going to miss another minute."

There were a lot of tears and words and we finally got it sorted out. We sat around on the sofa and got caught up on our lives. There was a lot of catching up to do. They were all over me. There were two of them pressed up against me all the time and they traded places and it seemed like they couldn't believe I was real. They would reach out and caress my cheek or feel my hair or squeeze my arms or legs. It was very disturbing, especially when Raney did it. I've described her, but her mother and grandmother were two of the best looking women you'll ever see. At 63, Silvia looked forty and a hot forty at that. She had always been drop dead gorgeous and she had aged like a fine wine. She was slender and willowy and one of the sexiest women on earth. Bailey had all her looks except more plush and curvy and at 44 she was looking better than she ever had. Then there was Raney. She made the other two look plain and skinny. She had freckles like my Mom but otherwise you could tell she was Bailey's daughter. She had a lot of her mother's mannerisms, down to pushing her hair behind her right ear when she was nervous. I couldn't believe she was mine!

We finally went down and got their luggage out of the truck.

"What's with the old truck?" I asked.

"We paid cash and there wasn't any record of the sale," Silvia said. "We didn't want any paperwork and the guy wanted the money. It runs good, so we bought it."

They had a million bags. We were all exhausted by the time we got them settled in. There were only three bedrooms in my house. I let Bailey have my room and I took the sofa. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't a bed. She came out after a while and asked me to sleep with her.

"I know you probably don't believe me, but I've never stopped loving you," she said. "Please, I can't stand the thought of you being out here. Make love to me, Random. No strings attached. I won't expect you to love me or get back together with me. I promise, just come in here and pretend this is the night we made Raney. Isn't she gorgeous, Random?"

"She's amazing," I said. "I can't wait to get to know her, Bailey. Are you sure about this? You know it isn't going to change anything between us."

"I know," she said. "I just want to be happy for one night. I promise you won't regret it."

Against my better judgment I let her lead me to my bed. She just had on a long t-shirt and when she took it off I couldn't breathe. She was just as sensuous as I remembered. Her body was just as spectacular as the first time I saw it. Those breasts were just as big and firm and her nipples were just as sensitive as I remembered. Her right one was shaped a little different than the left and she could still cum by me sucking on it. I loved all over that body I remembered so well and when I went to work on that little pussy she went wild. She still had that little blonde landing strip and her clit was still as cute and sensitive as I remembered. I made her cum four times with my mouth before I slid up and sank into that moist tightness. She groaned.

"God, Random; take it easy, baby. It's been a long time and I forgot how big you are. Damn you've got a big cock. No one has ever stretched me like that. Slow, big boy; let me get used to it again. Oh, Gooodddd!"

It was like sliding into a jar of hot molasses. She was so wet and so hot and so tight that I could tell I wasn't going to last long. I groaned. "It's been a long time, Bailey. I'm going to cum really soon."

"It's okay," she moaned, "me too. I'll make sure the second time is even better."

She wasn't lying. She came on about the fifth stroke and I didn't last much longer. I filled her up. I can't ever remember cumming so much. I just kept pumping and she became a hot, sticky swamp. I never lost my erection. It sagged a little but she did this little squeezing thing with her muscles inside and after a few of those I was as hard as ever. This one did last a long time. She did all those little tricks I remembered and some new ones too. She tried a couple of different positions and we finished with her flat on her stomach and me pounding her little pussy from behind, her sweet ass firm against my groin. When I unloaded in her she screamed into the pillow and her body convulsed in a huge contraction. I rolled off and she was all over me, just radiant with the afterglow.

"Thank you, Random," she said it a hundred times. "I forgot what an amazing lover you are. I want you to know that I love you. I always loved you and I always will. I was so angry with you when I saw those pictures. You know how Mom was always telling me it was just a matter of time until you cheated on me. It made me furious at her, but deep down I guess I was just so insecure. I always wondered why you married me. You could have had anyone. You were so smart and so good looking and so much fun. I was so jealous and when I saw those pictures of you with Christine I just lost my mind. I should have trusted you more."

"I don't blame you, Bailey," I told her. "If I saw pictures of anyone like that I would think just what you thought. The problem was, you never gave me a chance to prove I didn't do it. You just burned down the world around us. There was nothing I could do. I told you what happened in an e-mail and in a phone message. I guess you never got them. When you served me with the divorce papers and left me that message about what you were going to do, I just took what I could get and ran. You didn't leave me a lot of options. This all started with me."

"I got them; I just deleted them. No, you didn't do anything wrong," she said.

"Yes, I did. I put myself in a compromising position," I insisted. "I was very stupid. No adult has any business getting that drunk. I was so immature and so stupid and it cost me everything. Do you know, I've never been drunk since that day? I get a little buzz sometimes and maybe a little more if I'm at home and not going out, but I swore to myself that nothing like that would ever happen to me again."

"We were just a couple of kids," she said. "We got married too young, Random. Maybe if we had been older we could have been strong enough to get through it. It could easily have been me in those pictures. I passed out at parties too. I was lucky I was never raped. A lot of girls I know were. We were both pretty stupid and immature. What are we going to do, Random? We've lost our way. Do you think we can ever get it back?"

"I don't know how," I told her. "You lived with the man that destroyed us for years. You were best friends with his sister, the woman that helped him. Your mother did her damnedest to break us up long before this happened. I've had a daughter for twenty years I've never seen. God, she's beautiful, Bailey. I don't think we can go back. We might go forward. You say you love me. Is that true or are you just saying that because I make you horny?"

"You do make me horny; you always did, but I do love you, Random. I was raging against you for years, but the only reason was what I thought you had done. If I hadn't loved you, I wouldn't have cared. Do you love me, even a little?"

"Yes, I do," I told her. "I always loved you. I've hated you at times too because of the way I've had to live my life, but like you say, if I didn't feel something I just wouldn't care. Maybe we can move forward, I don't know. I've gotten used to living this way, not having anyone or anything to worry about except the police. Right now I'm just so mixed up and confused I need to get away from you for a while and adjust to this. Maybe after a few days or a few weeks we can get together and talk. All of us need to say a lot of things. I think I might just be too angry or too hurt or just too emotional right now. I'm afraid I'll say or do something I can't ever take back. I don't want to do that. Will you give me some space?"

"Yes, oh yes, Random; this is so much more than I ever dared to hope for. I'll do anything you want, but I don't think Raney is going to give you any space. Do you want her to? I'll try to talk her into staying here if you want me to. I'm just so afraid you disappear again and I'll never find you again. Do you mind taking her with you?"

"No, I'll take her," I said. "God, Bailey, I have a daughter. I want to hug her and kiss her and get to know all about her so bad it's killing me."

Now she was really crying. "I know, baby; I'm so sorry you didn't get to hold her and love her when she was a baby. She was the sweetest little thing. Jack thinks she's his, you know. I've got movies of her and pictures and everything. I brought them for you. You can keep them and look at them and talk with her about them. Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry, Random. Please, hold me and try to forgive me."

I held that soft, silky and amazing body against mine until she was calmer and she slid down and took me in her mouth. "I can't get enough of you," she said. "I love this cock, I always did. Can you fuck me again?"

It turned out that I could and it was as sensational as the first time after senior prom. We slept the sleep of the exhausted and the well fucked and she woke me up when the sky was turning gray in the morning. "Random, you can't be here when Raney wakes up yet. I'm sorry, but all our relationships are so fucked up that we don't need complications."

I actually agreed with that and I went back to the sofa for a couple of hours. I got up at seven and Bailey got up too. We made breakfast and drank coffee. She kissed me a hundred times and told me thank you for the night nearly as many. I went and packed my bag and Raney came out with hers. She ate breakfast and Silvia came in. She got a cup of coffee and came to where I was sitting at the bar and plastered herself against me.

"Thank you for what you're doing, Random," she said. "You're a good man. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize that. Take care of my granddaughter." She kissed my cheek.

I was definitely not used to this woman being nice to me. She had been a copper plated bitch as long as I had known her and this was very awkward.

"I'll take care of her like she was mine," I smiled at her and she chuckled.

Bailey hugged me too. "Thank you, Random," she said. "Please don't go away and leave us here. I know you'll be tempted to just disappear again. You might even talk Raney into it. Please don't take her away from me."

"We'll be back," I told her. "Just be patient."

I gave them keys to the house and my truck and Raney and I went down and got in the boat. The other two women were confused about that and I explained that we were going to my hideout place. It was way up in the swamp up the bay and the only access was by boat. They waved as we pulled down the cut and I could see that they were crying.

Raney stood at the bow, holding on to a cleat and she was a sight for sore eyes. She had on a pair of board shorts and a little t-shirt kind of thing that barely contained her breasts, leaving her belly bare. She had something on under it, either a bikini top or a really heavy duty bra. I suspected she needed one with the size of those amazing breasts.

Her hair blew out in the wind, streaming behind her like a pennant, and she just looked like a million dollars. We had a pretty good ride ahead of us so I opened up the cooler and offered her a beer. "You are old enough to drink, aren't you?" I asked.

She laughed, throwing her head back and flipping her hair behind her. "You gave me beer and wine yesterday; don't you think it's a little late for Daddy to be checking his little girl's ID?"

I just grinned at her. "I've been 21 for three months," she said. "My birthday was April the fourth."

We left the lake behind and started up the Sabine River. I have a jet boat and I can run in less than six inches of water. It comes in handy running up through the swamps. It was nearly thirty miles from the house to where we were going. We flew along and the birds and gators got out of our way. There were little high places here and there, trees marking the elevation around the dry land. My cabin was in the trees on a fairly high spot. It isn't visible from anywhere but by air but you can see the dock in an open area of water. We pulled up and Raney jumped off and tied us off. We picked up our stuff and carried it in. There's just one big room inside, aside from two bathrooms, and she looked around for a while before helping me carry in the coolers with the groceries and beverages. She talked like a magpie the whole time. Everywhere I went she was right there, getting the generator running, chasing away three feral hogs that had taken up residence under the docks and just staying close. After we got settled in I took her out in the river and we set some jug lines. I asked her if she wanted to fish with a rod and she decided she did. I threw a net until we caught some shad and baited her up a couple of hooks. She caught a fairly large catfish; about ten or twelve pounds, and then hooked into a monster alligator gar. It was probably over fifty pounds and several times I thought it was going to drag her over the side.

It took her twenty minutes to subdue the beast and we admired it for a while before slipping it back into the water. She was bursting with excitement and threw herself on me, kissing both cheeks and nearly knocking me down. She wrapped her legs around my hips. She was surprisingly heavy and I had to grab her to keep our balance, my hands instinctively clutching and closing on the hardest and absolutely most amazing ass I'd ever felt. She didn't seem to mind and I gave it a squeeze. She giggled and slid her legs down until she was standing, her big breasts mashed against my chest and looked up at me quizzically.

"You like?" she asked,

"I'm not insane or gay," I told her. "I think my little girl is the most beautiful, sexiest woman I've ever seen or imagined."

"Thank you, Daddy," she said. She let her hands fall down to my ass and gave me a squeeze. "You're pretty nice too."

She whirled away and baited another hook. "I've never been fishing before," she said. "I love it! This is what fathers do with their kids, huh?"

"I always wanted to," I told her. "I never thought I'd have the chance."

"Is it as fun for you as it is for me?" she asked.

"I'm ecstatic," I told her. "Thank you, baby."

She liked catching fish but not so much waiting to catch fish. I pulled up a couple of deck chairs and we drifted, our legs propped up on the side of the boat, drinking beer and catching up on our lives. She took off her shirt and shorts after a while and she had a bikini on underneath. All that spectacular brown skin came out to play and she oiled up with sunblock. The sight of her made me very uncomfortable. This was my daughter, for Christ's sake; I kept telling myself. My body didn't listen. I had never met her before yesterday and she was still the most amazingly gorgeous woman I had ever seen. It was hard to believe that she was all real but the jiggle of all that delightful flesh told the tale. I had to adjust myself in my shorts to avoid embarrassment several times and she caught me once. She grinned up at me and there was a mischievous glint in her huge gray eyes. I noticed there was a green tint to them today and I attributed it to reflections off the water.

"Daddy, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"Only since yesterday," I told her.

"You mean me?" she laughed.

"Yeah, I think I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to be around you," I told her. "It will probably annoy the hell out of your future husband."

"He'll just have to understand," she said. "Maybe I'll marry a girl though."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, I like girls too," she said. "Are you disappointed in me?"

"No," I told her. "I actually think it's kind of hot. Now if you were my son and interested in men I would think you were crazy. I've never understood how girls are attracted to men."

"Well, you kinda have something girls don't," she laughed. "I mostly like men. If the right girl were to come along though ... When are we going back?"

We ran the jug lines and caught half a dozen more catfish and headed back. I'm not a big fan of catfish but if you cut them thin and get them pretty crispy they aren't bad. I fried them up and cooked hush puppies and she made coleslaw and fried potatoes and onions. We ate like pigs and went out to watch the sunset. I fired up the citronella lamps to keep the mosquitoes away and we drank some old cognac. I went in and got a couple of good cigars out of the humidor and clipped them. When I came back I asked her if she had ever smoked a cigar.

"No, but it sounds fun. Can I?"

I lit her up and she coughed for five minutes, slobbered and tears flowed down her flawless cheeks. I laughed until it hurt.

"You don't inhale, Raney," I finally managed to gasp. "Just puff it and enjoy the taste. Cut it with the cognac when the taste gets too strong."

"Now you tell me," she choked out. She punched me in the chest. Once she stopped crying she actually enjoyed it.

"Daddy, how come you left and never tried to explain?" she asked me. "I was really mad at you even when I found out what really happened. Mom and Grandma lied to me for years. They told me I was that asshole's daughter. Even when I found out by accident they still lied to me. Even after I found out what happened I was really angry because you didn't stay and fight for me. Why didn't you fight?"

"I never knew about you. I felt too guilty to fight at first," I said. "I put myself in a really awkward position. I got knee walking drunk, passed out in a motel room and left myself open to anything. The only reason I didn't cheat was because I was physically unable to. I wasn't really in any moral position to be pissed off. Your mother never gave me a chance to explain. She moved in with Jack the next day. She personally served me with divorce papers two days later. "I'm going to rape you in this divorce," were the only words she ever spoke to me until yesterday. I cleaned out the company accounts, and I was on a flight to Costa Rica that night. I stole all that money and I'm a wanted man. I hid for years in South America and then here. I knew your mother and Jack would be out for revenge. The problem is, she was the one that actually slept with someone else. I never tried to prove it, but I think she was sleeping with Jack before they got the pictures. I always suspected she asked him to set me up. Look how she moved in with him the next day. That tells me there was something going on before. Silvia always wanted them together anyway."

She looked at me and she was very troubled. "You aren't going to let them come back, are you, Daddy?"

"No, I'm not. I'm sorry, baby, but that bird has flown. I want to be with you, but not her. I don't trust her."

"How long do I have before you take me back?" she asked.

"How long do you want?" I asked.

"We can't leave them wondering for too long," she said. "It would be cruel. Can I have the rest of the week?"

"You can have the rest of my life," I told her. "I'm going to stay in your life, Raney. I don't know how, but it's going to happen. I'm not sure how you feel about hiding me from your mother, but I want to see you often. If you let me, I'll arrange to see you all the time."

"How?" she asked.

I took her around to the back of the house and through the trees to the helicopter pad.

"Daddy, how do you have enough money to do all this?" she asked. "What are you planning to do?"

"Well that depends on you," I said. "I was going to just fly out of here. I have a place in Belize and I was going there. I've made a lot of money buying and selling real estate in South America. I don't trust your mother and grandmother. I don't know what they have planned. So far as I know, this could all be just one big trap. I'm not asking you to betray them if that's what you think. This is very hard for me, baby. I feel like I'm walking through a minefield. Tell me what to do. What do you want?"

"I don't think they're going to betray you," she said. "Jack nearly beat us all to death. I don't see how they could have faked that. I guess it's possible. I need to talk to them, find out what they want. Will you take me back tomorrow? I don't like Mom very much because she's lied to me so much. Grandma is just as bad but I think they thought it was best for me. I'm convinced they love me. I think Mom loves you too. I think you're wrong about her. She never loved Jack and I don't think she was cheating with him before. I can't tell you how many times down through the years I've caught her crying when she thought no one was around. She's been looking for you really hard since she found out Jack and Christine set you up. That's how he caught on that we knew. One of the PIs slipped up and he found a report. He was furious with Mom and Grandma. Grandma let us come and live with her and her security people kept Jack away. He caught us at a hotel when he beat us up. He was angry about the money Mom stole too."

"I'll take you back," I told her. "I don't know how long I can wait before running. I feel exposed and I'm afraid Jack or some of his boys will track you. We need to either permanently put him out of commission or get the hell out of Dodge. He's a dangerous and unscrupulous man, Raney."

"Somehow, I never knew that," she said. "I always thought he was an asshole, even when I thought he was my father, but I was never afraid of him. I'm still not afraid of him. He couldn't take three women. He's just a pathetic loser. I know he has a crew that backs his plays but by himself he's nothing. I wouldn't like for him to bring them and find us. Now you've got me worried."

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