First off, thanks to those who sent me feedback on "After School Special". I took a lot of the advice from your feedback and tried to use it in this story. So I hope you like it.
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Nick stood on the back porch and looked up at the darkening sky. It was strange the way the sky was moving. It was as if a dark green blanket were being draped over the Earth by unseen hands. Nick felt his arms prickle with goose bumps as a cool breeze wafted over him.
Thunder roared in the distance and Nick could see shards of lightning touching down in his neighbor's yards down the road.
"Nick? Does it look bad?" Nick's beautiful wife Lauren was in the living room looking out the sliding glass door at her husband. She was crouched up on one end of the couch with her legs under her. She clutched the TV remote and flipped channels rapidly.
"Yeah. It's getting pretty nasty," said Nick. "Hear anything about the weather yet?"
Lauren shook her head frustrated, "No…just these assholes talking about the Middle East." She pressed the clicker harshly as if her frustration would speed up the process. Finally the channel stopped on the weather channel.
"Op! Here we go! Nick?" There was a lot of tension in her voice. She turned the volume up so Nick could hear it from outside. Nick turned his ear towards the open glass door. He listened to the meteorologist.
The weatherman spoke firmly and to the point, "If you're outdoors right now, I urge you to seek shelter immediately. As you can see," his hands drifted across the background map as if he was using magic to produce the stormy images, "…major thunder storms are heading towards Woodbine County, Harrison County, and parts of southern Fletcher County. So far no touch downs as of yet, but several twisters have been sighted in the vicinity. Now if you're in your car, pull over to the nearest overpass and…"
Nick walked into the house and stared at the TV screen. He could see grayish swirl logos that indicated where tornadoes had been seen. There were three logos near his neighborhood.
"Shit." Lauren cursed quietly as she listened to the instructions the weatherman was laying out. Nick saw his wife's nervousness and walked over to her. She turned and watched him approaching.
"You forgot to shut the door." Lauren said.
"It's fine. If there's tornadoes coming we need to open up all the windows."
"That's right." Lauren turned back to the TV Nick looked down at her. She shivered as cold outside air blew across her. "Burr…" She said.
Nick looked around for a blanket. There were none. So he sat down next to her and pressed his body against her legs. He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her into him. He rubbed her thigh, using friction to warm her leg. Her bare leg was smooth and tight from exercising.
"You alright?" Nick asked her.
"Yeah I'm fine. I hate storms." Lauren sighed as her heart beat quickly.
The weatherman droned on about the approaching tornadoes, "…this just in. A touch down has been sighted. If you are in this area, seek shelter now. Again I repeat, a tornado has been sighted at___"
Thunder crashed loudly.
The lights in the house flickered. The TV went off and the VCR, microwave, and all digital clocks reset themselves back to 12:00am.
Nick felt his wife's thighs clench as the thunder shook the house. Her eyes closed.
"Shit. I hate this." Lauren said. "I always hated storms."
"I love it." Nick stated calmly, in hopes to calm his wife down.
"Oh hush."
Nick smirked. He turned the TV back on to the weather and turned the volume up.
Footsteps could be heard above them in the bedrooms. The steps became quicker as they bombarded down the stairs. The source of the noise peeked around the corner of the stairwell and ran downstairs. It was Katie. Nick and Lauren's 18-year-old daughter. She was wearing a black, one-piece skirt that clung to her body like a form-fitting piece of tissue. The first thing that Nick noticed when she ascended the stairs was that the skirt only came down to the mere top of her thigh. She skipped into the room and over to the open door. She held the sides of the door and leaned her blonde pigtails outside.
"Is it gonna rain?" Her question was kind of stupid considering how dark the sky was at 5o'clock in the evening. Plus the lightning and thunder made it very obvious. Not to mention the electricity flickering.
Nick was about to answer the high school senior, then stopped short when his eyes spotted the bottom of Katie's small ass, peeping from underneath the black material. He didn't see any panties at first, which made him gulp, but then she bent over a little more. She didn't realize that she was exposing her black thong underwear to her father's eyes. Nick couldn't stop his eyes from traveling down the length of her smooth legs. His gaze fell all the way down to the crinkled white socks that rested on top of her high top tennis shoes. He felt guilty for looking at his daughter this way. He shook it off and his fatherly instincts kicked in.
"Katie?"
She eased herself back in the house and skipped over to her parents. She stopped in front of them and placed her hands on her hips.
Nick raised an eyebrow and looked at her up and down. Again.
Katie raised her eyebrow and waited patiently, "Yes?"
Nick finally asked, "What are you wearing?"
His blonde headed daughter rolled her blue eyes and slouched, "Oh come on Dad. It's clothes. It's just a skirt."
Lauren turned her attention over to Katie. When she saw what Katie was clad in, her mind forgot about the storm for a moment.
"Oh I don't think so!" Lauren chastised her daughter.
"Ugh! What?!" Katie pouted in her usual sweet-valley bitch routine. "I'm 18 now Mom! I can dress however I want!"
Lauren's voice raised, "Are you yelling at me?!"
"No." Katie's voice suddenly softened.
"Turn around." Lauren instructed, "Let me look at you."
"Okay." Katie did as she was instructed and turned half circle.
Nick just watched as this hot teenager turned her ass towards them. Again he gulped.