TGIF
Jake walked into his home and set his briefcase next to the small foyer table. The mail he had anticipated retrieving from the box at the end of the driveway was strewn across the oak surface. An envelope teetered on the edge and fell to the floor as he shut the heavy door. He picked up the electric bill, placed it on the pile, and shuffled all the correspondence into a neat stack.
The house felt warm. It was mid-August and the AC should have been blasting since outside temps were nearing 100 on the "feels like" scale. But there was no sound of air rushing from the floor register just past the entrance way.
"That's not good," he thought.
He loosened his tie and undid his collar button.
He approached the thermostat down the short hallway. To his relief (but also his dismay) the cooling unit had been turned off. He had told his daughter to never touch the device. He reached up and flipped the control back to "auto".
"Autumn," he called from the foot of the stairs while making his way into the kitchen. "What's it going to take for her to quit messing with that," Jake thought.
His daughter was a good girl. If this is the worst thing she ever did he would be grateful.
Autumn was polite to everyone she met and was respectful to him. Jake never had to discipline her, but he fantasized about it often.
She attended church even though he was an atheist. Autumn's mother had always taken her to mass, confession, and all the church activities. When she passed away two years ago Autumn continued to go. It helped her work through the emotional trauma.
She did well in school. Her report card had a couple hiccups but she managed a full scholarship to the state university. She was leaving next week to start her first semester.
Jake continued down the hall and entered the kitchen. He opened the fridge door. The cold air hit him as he reached for an O'Doul's. Just then the AC kicked back on. He twisted off the top, put the bottle on the counter, and reached for a pint glass from the cabinet. He had plenty of them. Before his wife was killed by a drunk driver Jake loved to imbibe. It was not uncommon for him to down a few each weekday after work. And on weekends during the summer he would easily drink a half dozen while circling around the large yard on the riding mower. But that all changed when the five-time convicted DUI driver crossed the double line and crashed head on into his wife's car as she was returning home from work.
Jake still loved the taste but not the feeling. Alcohol no longer worked for him. He stopped cold turkey.
He placed the glass on the counter and began to pour his less than flavorful faux beer. Outside the window the sun was creeping down toward the horizon. As the final drop of libation fell into the glass his phone rang.
"Hey buddy. What's up?"
Jake listened intently as one of his sales guys ran through a problem caused by one of his company's customer service representatives.
"Daddy!" Autumn yelled as she rushed into the kitchen.
Without turning, Jake held up his phone and then placed it back to his ear.
"Oh, sorry," she said quietly.
Jake still stood facing the window and occasionally nodded his head. Finally, he said, "Yes sir. Not a problem. I'll get with Tom on Monday and we'll address the situation. Thanks for keeping me in the loop. Have a great weekend buddy."
Jake picked up his glass, lifted it to his mouth, and turned to face his daughter.
"Daddy, it's like a meat locker in here," Autumn exclaimed.
The small points showing through the loose T-shirt she was wearing verified her statement.
Autumn was a mini-me of her mother. She was just over five feet tall with curly auburn hair, pale skin, shapely hips, a narrow waist, perky breasts, and green eyes with hazel/gold streaks that would turn any man into a bumbling school boy.
"It feels more like Death Valley at high Noon to me," Jake responded.
"Daddy," she protested. "Feel my feet! They're like blocks of ice!"
She hopped up backward onto the island counter and stuck her foot in Jake's free hand. O'Doul's sloshed from his glass and onto the tiled floor. Jake looked at her with a furrowed brow.
"Oh, gosh, Daddy. I'm sorry. I'll clean it up."
Autumn scooted off the counter and reached around Jake to grab some paper towels.
She squatted to the floor and began to sop up the liquid. She was only wearing the T-shirt - nothing underneath. As she wiped the tile Jake caught a glimpse of her bare snatch.
"Oh, man.....I did NOT need to see that," he thought as his cock stirred in his casual pants. He was trying to leave the kitchen but Autumn was blocking the exit. So, he turned to look back out the window but not before his daughter spied the emerging erection.
She popped back up and gave Jake a peck on his bearded cheek. "Sorry about your beer Daddy. And before you scold me, I promise not to mess with the thermothingy again." Autumn turned to leave the kitchen. As she walked out she stretched her arms above her head and asked, "What's that set to anyway?"
Jaked turned in time to see his daughter exit. Her firm round ass peaked from under her T-shirt.
Jake murmured "69" while reaching for his still expanding cock.
A COLD SHOWER
Jake sipped his beer as he traversed the stairs. His prick was softening by the time he walked past Autumn's closed bedroom door. It sounded like she was on the phone. "Yes," she giggled.
"Yes," she exclaimed. "Yeah, do that!" He walked down the hall to his bedroom, put his beer on the nightstand coaster, and began to undress for his shower. Then he remembered there wasn't anything but frozen pizza in the house. He didn't want to start the oven since the residence was already so warm. Bare chested, he walked back down the hall to Autumn's bedroom. He knocked lightly. She didn't answer. He knocked a little harder. Still no answer. He could hear her talking though, "Yes! That's right! Yeah!"
Jake knocked louder and called out "Autumn!? You wanna go grab a bite after I shower?!?"
