It had been a rather eventful day for Damon, Sonja, Denise and Bridgette.
Having been left alone with Damon, Sonja asked Damon to give her a massage and let her top slip down so he could see her tits. That led to the two of them fucking on the living room couch, with Sonja finding out that Damon's cock was just as big as his fathers and that he was just as skilled with it. It didn't hurt that Damon wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted to fuck him.
Denise and Bridgette went dress shopping and ended up sharing a fitting room which led to the two of them checking each other out, Denise made the first move and after they left the store, they both came out to each other as bisexual. They then headed back to Bridgette's house where they spent the next couple of hours in Bridgette's bed.
Denise accidentally let slip that she had slept with Damon the night before, and Bridgette admitted that she had thought many times about fucking him, but always felt guilty as Damon had been more like a big brother than her cousin. For now, they agreed to keep their relationship under wraps, along with the fact that Bridgette knew all about Denise and Damon.
That night when Damon slipped into Denise's room the two of them were so worked up over what had happened earlier, they fucked each other silly, and still managed to keep it quiet. Damon was alternating between enjoying what he was doing and thinking back to fucking Sonja earlier, and Denise was still thinking about a threesome with Damon and Bridgette.
The next morning Denise was the last person to wake up. She threw on a tank top and a pair of shorts and went down the hall. She peeked in Damon's room to find it empty.
"He's not home." Clay said from his room across the hall.
Denise looked over to see him sitting up in bed watching TV. She walked into the room and sat on the bed next to him, "Where is everyone?"
"Your mother is off with my sister, and Damon's off with a couple of his buddies. It's just you, me and the dog." he said. "Unless you've got plans."
"Well I just woke up, so no." she said.
"Then sit with me for a bit," he said, "We haven't really had any one on one time. You know, father-daughter bonding time."
"True," Denise said, settling in. "What are we watching?"
"Nothing yet, I'm trying to find something interesting."
Clay channel surfed for a couple of minutes, and Denise looked over at him. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Are you ever worried when you go to work?" Denise asked.
"Sometimes I am." he said, "But I knew what I was getting into. My father was a cop before me, and he would always talk about the weird and wild situations he found himself in, but he always came home at the end of the day, and was able to retire without ever being seriously injured or killed. I know a handful of officers that have gone their entire careers without ever getting into a life or death situation."
"Have you?"
"Yeah. I've been involved in exactly three shootouts in all the years I've been on the force." Clay said. "Only got hit once."
He pulled off his shirt and Denise's eyes went wide. For a 50 year old man, Clay was almost in the same shape as Damon, impressive pecs and six pack abs, broad shoulders and thick arms. He had the body of a man half his age much like her mother had the body of a younger woman. He pointed to a scar on his right shoulder.
"Right here where my body armor doesn't cover. It was what they call and through and through. Doctor told me I was lucky when they were patching me up. It missed hitting bone and nerve endings by this much." he said, holding his fingers less than an inch apart. "Any higher and it would have hit bone and possibly paralyzed my arm."
"Ouch."
"Yeah, I also got stabbed once." he said, "We got a report of a break in at a warehouse, so my partner and I along with another unit went to investigate, and one of the crazy bastards jumped on me off of a stack of pallets and knocked my gun out of my hand. He had a knife and as we struggled he managed to stab me in the hip. Luckily my partner heard the noise and came to assist me before the guy could stab me again."
He pulled down the waistband of his shorts to show her the stab wound.
"So yeah, crazy shit happens out there, but that's the thing about police work, it's never the same thing every day." he said.
"Well I'm glad you're okay and you met my mother." Denise said, "You two seem made for each other. In fact it seems like both our families were."
"Yeah, your mother mentioned that earlier." Clay said, "She and my sister get along, you and Damon get along, and you and Bridgette seem to have bonded pretty well too."
She smiled to herself thinking about the "bonding" she had done with both Damon and Bridgette. She noticed the tattoo of his wife on his forearm. "She's beautiful."
Clay looked at the tattoo, "Yeah. She is. I miss her everyday, but I like to think that she'd be happy for me finding someone like your mom."
He glanced over to his dresser where there were several pictures of his first wife. Denise followed his gaze. "It's nice that mom let you keep her pictures up."
"Well your mother understands that Pam was an important part of my life and that if it weren't for her I wouldn't have Damon." Clay said, "Poor kid took it hard, he still finds it hard to talk about her."
"I know how he feels, I feel the same way about my father." Denise said. Then she saw another of Clay's tattoos. "Is that baby Damon? He's so cute!"
She pointed out a tattoo on his left arm. It was an image of Damon as a baby with his name and date of birth.
Clay laughed, "Yeah, I had that one done shortly after his first birthday."
"You know, I never really looked at your tattoos," she said, "I guess with my mom being a tattoo artist, I take it for granted how many people are inked up these days."
