Chapter 8

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to let Lisa have a sleepover with Mary? Mary looks.” - Mac paused for a second and took a breath. - “A little wild.”

My wife replied, “She is alright, Mac. You know how teenagers are: They just want to look unique. Mary is just finding herself.”

“Ok, if you say so, when is she coming over?”

“When their rehearsal is over, Remember Mary is on the stage crew, and Lisa is an extra for the school play,” June replied.

“Yeah, when is the performance again?” Mac said distractedly.

“I can’t believe you, the opening matinee is Saturday, you know, tomorrow at 1 PM, in the gym.” June wondered how Mac was able to handle anything at his work, the number of times she had to remind him of simple family events.

“Yeah, I know, OK I will be there.”

“You better be MAC!” June used his name almost like a swear word.

“As far as tonight, I am going to hide in my basement. I don’t think I can handle hours of a gaggle of giggling girls. I have some projects I want to work on anyway.”

The girls finally showed up. June was in a white summer dress that fitted her well and concealing and accenting her budding womanly form. Mary was dressed all in black with dark makeup. Mac thought a typical goth girl, complete with piercings in her eyebrows, a big ring in her nose, and her crop top shirt showed a belly button ring. She had on a black leather mini-skirt that Mac thought was much too short. And finally large black boots that went up and covered her calves and looked heavy as hell with thick rubber cleats on the soles.

Mac took a second to appreciate the dichotomy between the girls, Lisa in all white and Mary in all black. They personified good and evil, and together, their looks triggered something in Mac’s subconscious. Mac took a deep breath; his heart started to beat faster, and his face felt flushed.

“So, what do you kids have planned for tonight?” Mac asked his daughter.

Mary answered. “We are going to call a bunch of boys and see if they can come over, and we can make out with them.” She smiled at Mac, telling him what he feared would happen.

“Dad! Chill out. She is joking.” Lisa saw her father’s expression change into a scowl. “We are going just to talk, and she will help me practice my two lines for the play.”

Mac calmed down. He could take a joke as well as anyone; it was just that it hit him too close to home.

“They are going to be fine, Mac. Just go to your basement and let them have fun.” Jun gave her husband the exit he was looking for.ht Mac’s basement shop was a chaos of parts and projects: a soldering station, power supplies, a 3d printer, an oscilloscope, and a multitude of cabinets with small drawers holding everything from screws to microprocessors. He approached his sanctuary with relief he could escape from the real world here.

“Your Dad is hot, hot, hot.” Mac heard clearly from the heating duct that was directly over his bench that fed into his daughter’s bedroom. Mac had never realized that he could hear what was happening in his daughter’s room before. He listened more closely, thinking that he must not have heard Lisa’s guest say she thought Mac was hot.

“I know, right? When Mom married Mac a few years ago, I thought he was hot, too.”

Lisa was Mac’s stepdaughter. He treated her like his own. He had married Lisa’s Mom five years ago. It was hard having an instant family, but he adjusted to the added responsibility and shared raising Lisa with June.

“Don’t lie, you think he is still hot; come on, I know you do.” Mary continued.

“Yeah, I guess so; you know I saw his thingy one time.”

“You have to tell me? Was it big? Was it hard? Come on, give me the T.”

Mac did not know when this could have happened; he did not recall being naked in front of Lisa.

“He was in the shower. Mom asked me to go pick up the towels, and when I walked in, he was in the shower. I don’t think he noticed me. He was a little distracted.”

“Distracted, what do you mean?”

“He was rubbing his cock, you know, masturbating.”

“So you saw his hard cock? Tell me what it looked like?”

“It was twice as long as his hand wrapped around. He was soaping up his cock, and sliding his fist up over the head of his cock and then all the way back to his pubic hair. Mary, I could not move; I had to keep looking at his weapon.”

“That sounds nice; I would love to catch him ‘in the shower,’ if you know what I mean,’ I would have helped him out.”

“I could not get over how big and strong it looked. I can still see the big purple head disappearing behind his fist. I imagined it disappearing in my special place.”

“Turn on some music, will you? I need to, you know, rub one out.” Mary asked Lisa.

The radio turned on with some popular music from Taylor Swift that drowned out their conversation.

Mac’s mind was blown away. He had no idea that his daughter had any idea of sex, and now she was probably rubbing one out with her friend.

Mac found his wife, “June, I did not mean to eavesdrop, but I overheard Lisa and Mary talking when I was at my bench.”

“So what did you hear? Something scandalous, I hope.”

“Don’t joke, it was something like that. They were talking about me; they think I am hot. Well, it came out that Lisa caught me taking a shower one time, and well, she saw everything.”

“You never told me she saw you?”

“I did not know; I did not notice her; I was busy.”

“Busy beating your meat? Must have been when I had my period.”

“What, you’re not upset? Lisa saw me masturbating.”

“Girls will be girls. I remember seeing my dad’s penis when I was about her age.”

“Really? What happened?”

“Like Lisa, I caught him in the bathroom, only he noticed me after about 5 minutes of me staring.”

“What, why did he not notice?”

“Just like you, he was busy. I have an idea; I think that we have a teachable moment here. Trust me, babe.”

Mac, unsure of what his wife’s idea was, grudgingly agreed. “I am not so sure I like where this is going. But ok.”

“Follow me,” June said, leading the way down the hall to their daughter’s room. The door was not closed all the way, so they could hear a popular song on the radio and see inside her bed.

The two girls were lying side by side on top of their covers. Each with a hand between their legs, their hand a blur because they were rubbing their privates so quickly. They were completely naked. Their heads were facing away from the door, so they could not see their parents watching.