I was totally spent when Allison finally left Sunday morning after brunch. Amy had kept to her room pretty much while Allison was in the house. I had started some lunch when she came into the kitchen wearing her usual around the house attire except she had shorts on instead of just her tee shirt and panties.
"Hi honey." I smiled as she went to the fridge.
"Hi Daddy." Her smile warmed my heart as she grabbed a soda out of the fridge and climbed into one of the bar stools. "That smells good. I am starving."
'Well you could have come down for brunch."
"Not while she was here, Daddy."
"Why not?"
"Cause."
"That is not an answer baby girl." I said sternly.
"Yes Daddy I know. It is because of who she is."
"Who she is?"
"Well, er, uh, em, more like, what she is."
"What do you mean what she is? Allison is a very nice girl and I enjoy spending time with her."
"Oh Daddy I didn't mean it like that. I am eighteen now Daddy and I do know about what happens between men and women. Mom's been gone a long time and you've always been here for me and well… I know she is your lover."
The doorbell rang at that moment and I realized my cock was rock hard. Amy slid off the stool and ran to the front door. She brought Karen back into the kitchen.
"Hey Mr. P. Gee something smells wonderful."
"Hi Karen. Nice to see you again."
"It's always nice to see you Mr. P." Karen winked slightly at Amy and I turned away to stir the food.
I swallowed stiffly as I spooned the food onto two plates and grabbed another for Karen. I filled the third plate with food and was very grateful for the cabinets that were between myself and the girls at the bar. I had a raging hard on and Karen's bikini under her tee shirt did little to help my problem. I slid the two plates up onto the bar and leaned over the cabinet on my elbows to eat my food and to hide the bulge in my shorts.
After we all finished they girls headed out for the pool and I went to my office and tried to do some work. It was extremely difficult because I could hear the girl's laughter from the pool. My cock raged and no matter how much I tried to concentrate on getting prepared for my meetings this coming week. I poured myself a shot of bourbon and quaffed it down but it did little to relieve my suffering.
The girls came inside and went up to Amy's room and I decide to watch some television but nothing it seemed could stop me from thinking about fucking my little girl and if truth be known that hot little bitch Karen too. The exertions of the past day or so combined with the whiskey took its' toll on me and I woke up well after midnight. The house was quiet and I went up to bed and slept the rest of the night.
All hell broke loose Monday morning and I worked late every night trying to put out the tiny fires that seemed to explode into forest fire size. I had everything put out by Thursday and decided to take Friday off since Amy was going to be away for the day. I got up early and saw her off and went out by the pool with the bottle of bourbon. I read a new spy thriller as I relaxed and jumped when the phone rang.
"Hello Sis. What's up?" I hadn't spoken to my sister in a week or so. "The cabin? This weekend? Yeah sure sounds great. I know Amy will be pleased. She asked me if we could go last week. Okay. We'll leave as soon as she gets home."
Amy was as I thought she would be overjoyed and quickly packed a few things for the weekend. I had a hard time concentrating on the drive as she wore one of her typical skimpy outfits. I was grateful she dozed for most of the trip. My sidelong glances at her as she slept and moved around kept my cock rock hard and my breath catching in my throat as I prayed for a glimpse of her body underneath.
Deciding to stay in my room trying to figure out why I feel like this. Why do I feel this way? Ever since I saw daddy with…Allison, I think her name is I've felt strange. The rubbing I did when I came in had done little to help. I could hear them, just barely. The long shower didn't help either but it at least drowned the noise.
Hearing a door shut; finally she's gone, now I can go down stairs. Smells like Daddy's making lunch.
Heading straight to the fridge, trying to avoid Daddy's gaze for the moment as a quick flashing thought of what Karen had said earlier and what I had saw comes to mind.
