To my surprise, the dreams that followed were essentially featureless. An empty expanse of nothing memorable. When I woke, it was with a start, as if jarred by a sudden noise. I feared, in that moment, that I may have 'missed' my daughters' arrival. That they rang the doorbell or texted or called me, but I'd not answered.
Immediately, I sprung off the bed, almost tripping on my own feet. I was wearing socks and the hardwood flooring was covered with a large, decorous area rug, as was most of the house, except for the bare tile in the bathrooms and kitchen, although even here small rugs were present. This at least contested the risk of sock-slipping, which was good because I favored wearing them around the house...
Especially now.
Hopefully my newfound bum-attitude wouldn't dishearten the girls.
Before scrambling out of the room, I remembered my phone. As I rushed to grab it from the bed, it chimed.
I immediately unlocked the screen which had fallen to sleep. I'd just received a text message, the second. The one before it was dated twenty minutes ago, and read:
'We stopped at a 7-11 bc Mati was hungry. Driver says we r about 20min away. LY.'
It was from Fiona. It made me smile small, which felt big in my heart.
Cupcake's hungry. Of course she is,
I thought to myself.
Gotta feed those big, fat tits.
The voice was mine, in my head, but it took me by surprise. It was a corrupt thought, a foul thought, but goddammit if it wasn't true. I impulsively closed my messages to look at my phone's wallpaper again. Mati was wearing a fitted black T-shirt that evening, which exposed nothing, but the size of her bosom was unyielding, and under the bright Silver Diner lighting, her matte black shirt couldn't hide its dimensions. Each breast was as big if not bigger than my head, and on such a precious girl, even if she was thick, at only 5'2", she was still my cupcake.
I immediately, without second thought or resistance, imagined Fiona in the limo by herself, watching through the tinted-black window as Mati exited the 7-11 stuffing her beautiful face with some junk food. I envisioned Fiona enviously touching and lifting her own breasts while periodically looking down at them, such delectable C-cups, and then back up at Mati through the window, her massive jugs bouncing as she stepped down from the curb, toward the car.
My gaze languidly floated over to Fiona in the picture.
She had been wearing a burgundy long-sleeve shirt with a thin slit down the center, just a few inches long, hardly enough to expose cleavage, but boy-oh-boy was that top
snug
. It embraced her bra-clad breasts beautifully, especially under the light. That fabric looked delightfully soft. And her breasts, while inferior to Mati's in mass, were a perfect fit for my hungry palms, leaving just enough to spill past their clutches.
My phone suddenly chimed again, and I briskly shook my head, snapping out of it.
I quickly returned to my messages, and read the text that had followed Fiona's twenty minutes earlier, the one that was delivered just minutes ago.
'We just reached the front gate, daddy! Omg. The driver said he's putting in a temp code you gave him. See you soon!'
It was from Fiona.
The next one, which I just received, made me immediately run into the hall and downstairs. I read the entire thing en route.
'Is this a driveway or a racetrack!? Lol'
Mati was adorable.
I reached downstairs, my socks sliding across a few feet of bare flooring before reaching the welcome rug between a shoe rack and a wall-mounted array of brass hooks. For keys, hats, coats, scarves, whatever.
There were still a few boxes of mine under the hooks. I quietly cursed to myself and urgently nudged them toward the kitchen. A spacious closet occupied the wall between the foyer and kitchen, the latter which was almost as big as the massive den that it faced.
My eyes returned to the phone. Just then it rang, startling me.
It was Mati. I picked it up.
"Um, Daddy?" she sounded concerned.
"Yes, cupcake?"
"The driver just dropped us off. He helped unload the trunk and then said he was—"
"Yeah, yeah, it's okay, sweetheart. That was all I paid him to do. Was he nice?"
"Oh, yes. He was fine, Daddy."
"Excellent. Let me get the door for you two."
I hung up the phone, pocketed it, and in the process looked down. I noticed that I had had an erection, but the bulge was now rapidly deflating. I took a breath, shook my head in bewildered gratitude, and then unbolted the large mahogany door before swinging it open. There was no screen door, which made entering and exiting easier, especially with luggage. Nor was there a porch or front patio, just a three-step stone stoop and a ten-foot cobblestone path to the edge of the roundabout driveway.
As soon as I swung the door open and stepped through, I saw them.
The girls were pulling wheeled suitcases, bumpily, over the cobblestone. They each had backpacks on, too, Mati's much bigger than Fiona's.
"Girls, I'm so happy to see you! Here, let me help you."
I briskly descended the stoop and before I could grab one of their suitcases, they beamed in unison, jovially greeting me with lighthearted voices.
"Daddy!" They hugged me together, their arms overlapping. Fiona's face pressed against the left side of my chest and Mati's against my right; Fiona wore her hair in a cute, reserved ponytail, exposing her neck and clothed shoulders, while Mati's was down and wavy. I was untouched from my sternum all the way down to the part of me that now twitched again with life, as immoral as it was.
"I'm so glad you chose to stay with me. I hope you don't come to regret it. This house is too big for just me. And you girls deserve all of it." As I said this, I gently rubbed the back of their heads, petting their hair, and then my hands descended to their upper backs. "I love you both so much."
"Don't be silly, Daddy, there's nothing to regret," Fiona said, looking up at me, her arms loosening but the embrace still there. "We love you, and are so grateful for everything you've done for us, and for letting us stay."
"We really are, Daddy," Mati added, finally looking up at me, too.
The titillating pressure of Mati's bust compacted against my side mitigated a little when she gazed up.
"This would just be a house, half-empty, if I had it all to myself, girls. But with you two here...it can be a home."
"Aw, you're so sweet," Fiona said, and then giggled with Mati. They tightened their hug with one more squeeze, and then I patted their backs, insisting I help them with their luggage.
"Y'all shouldn't have worried about bringing so much," I said, offering to pull both of their wheeled suitcases behind me. "I planned on taking you two shopping this weekend. Daddy's treat."
"What, really!?" Fiona beamed, eyes wide.
Mati was excited, too, but significantly less so. Fiona was the fashionista; Mati's wardrobe was usually more casual.
"Of course. Call it a welcoming gift, sweethearts."
"Daddy, you're too kind," Mati said.
"Is that even a thing? 'Cause if it is, I can..." I sarcastically laid on a thick layer of 'nevermind.'
They both laughed and playfully scoffed, followed by overlapping, jubilant insistences that I continue being "super-duper nice."
