"Yeah. She slapped me right back of course," sobbed Jessie. "But I finally stood up to her. I told her I was leaving."
"Wow. I'm proud of you. So what are you doing now?"
Jessie was still sniffling but had control of herself. "Well, I was going to go to my girlfriend's house, but I could stop by to see you first I guess."
Becky laughed. "Look at you. You're a big girl for all of two minutes and suddenly you're fucking with me."
Jessie laughed a little. "Maybe. So... can I come over? If not, it's cool. I'll just go to the shelter." Sadly, Becky could tell that Jessie was only half joking.
"Alright, alright. Let's not be too dramatic shall we?" mocked Becky. Just get your little ass over. My parents went out for lunch but I'll text them to make sure it's OK. If not, you can live in my closet in secret, like E.T."
"Anywhere is better than back home."
"Yeah, they suck. I am really sorry about that," lied Becky. "See you in a few."
Becky texted her dad to let him know what was up. He texted her a thumbs up emoji but also reminded her to make it clear to Jessie that anything that she and Brent had done previously had better never come up. To take some of the sting off, he added that she should also tell Jessie that she would never have to do anything she did not want to while she was there. When Brent asked Becky how she had worked this out so quickly, she told him he would have to ask her later.
Becky headed back to the living room still undecided about telling her dad the whole story. If Jessie ever found out the truth about what Becky did, to say that things would not go well would be the understatement of the year. On the other hand, if she told Brent the version that Jessie believed, he might go kill Mr. Radcliffe for molesting Becky. Becky decided that she would risk a lie with Brent, her first in a long time. After telling him her version of events, she would insist that the cops not be involved because of the potential risk to their own lifestyle. If that didn't work, she could always confess and take her punishment, which she was sure would involve her dad's dick and her ass. She told herself that was gross, but the tingle in her pussy told her otherwise.
Jessie arrived before too long with just a handful of her belongings in tow. She said that she had to leave abruptly, so she focused on getting a handful of her clothes and her photography and art supplies. Jessie looked flustered, disheveled, and like she was about to break down and cry right there on the doorstep. Becky wrapped her lover in a fierce hug before pulling her inside and shutting the door. Outside of the prying eyes of any neighbors, Jessie planted a long kiss onto her friend's trembling lips.
"It's gonna be OK," she whispered quietly. "Dad said you can stay here, no strings attached. I didn't tell him anything except that you went through a rough patch with your folks."
Jessie melted slightly in her friend's arms. "Thank you, Becky. I definitely need a place to stay and being with you is about the best thing in the world. I might need some time though for the, uh, other stuff."
"Don't worry about it. No one is going to mess with you if you don't want it," she kissed Jessie again. "But you have to keep mum about what me, you, and my dad did. Like forever. That was before all of this stuff happened here and I don't want mom to think dad was cheating on her or anything."
"Even though he was?"
"Look, it's crazy complicated. She was cheating too. Anyway, just promise, OK."
"I promise," said Jessie before kissing her lover again.
"Good. Let's grab your stuff from the porch and get you set up in the backyard," Becky said deadpan.
"What?"
"Yeah, doghouse, bitch," snorted Becky.
"Very funny. Fuck me like yesterday though, and I'll be your bitch anytime."
"Deal! No take backs."
The ice broken, Jessie smiled and shed her coat. They grabbed her stuff and took it to the spare bedroom in the basement. The room was pretty bland, but had a queen sized bed, dresser, and side table with a lamp. Brent had also wired it up with cameras just in case. There was only a half bath on the floor, but Jessie didn't mind showering in the twins' bathroom. She had never thought about Katie sexually, but somehow the image of the three of them showering together suddenly popped into her mind. Becky's mom was hot too, thought Jessie. She was hotter than any of the lesbian MILF moms she had watched in her occasional porn video search sessions when her parents were not home. What had started out as a half hearted acceptance into the Johnson household, was quickly turning into a horny teenage lesbian's fantasy come true. Jessie caught herself smiling as she unpacked her meager belongings.
When Brent got home, Jessie and the twins were watching TV in the living room. Brent's dick twinged at the sight of three teenaged girls lounging around with each other. One day soon, he hoped they would be doing it with far fewer clothes on.
Better go slow, he chided himself. In fact, he decided to let Kat "help" Jessie adjust to the new living conditions before he made any advances. He vowed to remain true to his word about not forcing himself on her... if he could help it.
He left Kat and Katie alone to chat with Jessie while he asked Becky to help him bring in some groceries. Once outside, he had her fill him in.
"So what happened last night? he asked.
Jessie stuck to her plan. "Well, this is totally crazy, but her dad is apparently a major perv, just like you. I saw him ogling me earlier last night and didn't think much of it. Then, last night out of nowhere, I wake up and he's jacking off while standing over me. I screamed, Jessie's mom ran in, and I got out of there."
Surprisingly, Brent did not react with any rage. He just stood there listening. She could tell he wasn't buying it. When Becky stopped to take a breath, he said, "So what happened next? Let me guess. You left and Jessie followed you home like a stray dog?" He shook his head. "That sounds pretty convenient. especially considering that the whole reason you were there was to bring her home."
Sticking to her guns, she said, "No, you sent me there to get a read on the situation. I thought we would try to get her to move like a month or so from now, not today. Besides, are you saying I would let some wrinkly old man jack off on me?" Becky was suddenly mad that Brent wasn't trying to rush to her rescue. "He came on my tits, daddy!"
Brent was moved by her sudden flash of anger, but he still had his doubts. "So he shoots his wad on you and you race home distraught, but you didn't wake me up or mention anything this morning when you were wolfing down breakfast? When I came home, you guys were laughing it up just now."
"You don't believe your own daughter?"
"You mean the one who was robbing me blind a few months ago? No." Brent sighed and said, "Listen Becky, just be honest with me now and your punishment will be less than if you stick to this B.S." He could see her wavering enough to know for sure that she had lied. So he added, "I'll even give you a free lesson. If you want to tell a convincing lie, you better lay the groundwork first, pumpkin. You should have moped around all morning or came in crying last night. Lies like this can't happen in a vacuum."
Fuck! Sometimes she hated having a dad who caught people lying for a living. She bowed her head.
"Sorry, daddy. I just didn't want you to think that I would do something that low. I really did let him jizz all over me."
Brent put a conciliatory hand on Becky's shoulder. To anyone watching from a distance, this looked like a true father-daughter bonding moment. "So you could do what your daddy asked you to do." Brent was actually pretty impressed by how committed Becky was to the cause. "That was actually very brave of you, Becky. Now tell me everything."
So she did. From strapping her lover to helping Mr. Radcliffe shoot his load on her, she told him everything. Telling her daddy that last part was humiliating, which for some reason got her very wet, but Brent nodded approvingly while she spoke.
"And how did it feel?" he asked.
Becky shrugged. "It was hot and sticky, I guess." She dropped her head. "But I liked it, daddy."
Brent chuckled. "No, not him cumming on you. How did it feel to manipulate that whole family like that? You know you ruined his life, right?"
"He fucking deserved it," she said, suddenly angry again. "They have been crushing Jessie's spirit since she could walk and I just got them back for it. I hope they're miserable."
"Becky, that was probably one of the riskiest things you've ever done. It could have went really bad, and it still could. Now you've got a guy out there with no daughter or wife anymore and he knows you set him up." Brent ran his fingers through his hair. "But damn, girl, you did all that for me and for your friend. That was pretty bold. Not the smartest, but damn bold."
