For those of you that read stories on here strictly for sex/penetration, you might want to avoid all of mine. I favor extensive teasing, foreplay, and climaxes that occur from non-penetrative acts. Penetration/sex is almost always the ultimate 'endgame' for my male characters, but they find great pleasure in the journey there, too. I'm not judging a reader if they prefer straightforward sex in a story, but I don't want you to waste your time and feel disappointed at the end of a chapter. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy and strongly encourage feedback.
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As impatience gets the best of me, I gingerly reenter the room with the idea of waking them shy of a thirty-minute nap, only to find them sluggishly getting up. They yawn and stretch, and I try not to ogle their gaping mouths and obliviously exposed midriffs, namely on Mati, whose shirt has become a little rumpled around the waist.
"I can't believe how easily I fell asleep," Mati admitted after a yawn.
"Me, too," Fiona said, and began scooting off the bed. "I don't even remember falling asleep."
"Told you girls it was comfy. You're gonna love your beds, too."
"Thanks so much, Daddy," Fiona smiled, stretching once she was on her feet again, and then hugging me.
I curled my right arm around her waist and squeezed her to me tightly. My left cheek rubbed the side of her head and my gaze descended down her back, to where her black-clad butt protruded from her slim waist with a titillating ratio. I wanted so much to grab it, or at the very least give it a pat, but my assumption that 'the spell'—however absurd that sounded—had actually worked, I couldn't be sure. When would I be, though, if it was in fact a thing? I knew I'd have to take the risk at some point...
Once I let Fiona go, although she was in no great rush, Mati trotted over to give me a more direct hug. I wrapped both arms around her, just under her arms, squeezing her gently but firmly. Her large breasts, I felt compress against my midsection. I kissed the top of her head and then chuckled, letting go of her so she could look up at me.
"Got a little bit of bedhead, don't you, cupcake?"
She giggled shyly. "Nuh-uh."
"Yes-huh, silly," I smiled, and casually patted her waist, just above her left hip.
"Should've worn a ponytail," Fiona said smugly, albeit lightheartedly.
"It does look especially cute on you, Fi, but Mati's hair is thicker."
"True," Fiona said. "It does look better down, actually."
"Yeah? Thanks, sis," Mati smiled.
Well, aren't we one big, happy family?
"Ready for the tour, ladies?"
"I sure am, Daddy," Fiona said buoyantly.
"Lead the way," Mati smiled.
As I guided them out of the room, Fiona yawned again and Mati chuckled.
"Jeez, how long were we out for?" Fiona asked as we entered the hallway.
I checked my phone and calculated that they had slept for about twenty minutes. It took me but a second to subconsciously realize that that's how long
I
was out earlier. Again, considering how I have slept here for the past five days without any kind of similar effect, made little sense. But I ran with it. Regarding unprecedented matters of this caliber, I couldn't not.
"About twenty minutes," I tell them.
"Whew," Fiona said.
"Are y'all nice and woken up?" I asked, dramatizing my concern. "Or should we delay the tour? Maybe grab a bite first?"
"No, no," Mati insisted. "Let's go...I'm really eager to see the rest of the house."
"Samesies," Fiona chimed.
I smiled and beckoned them along.
I proceeded to show them each guestroom, which weren't that interesting especially considering how regal in comparison that their own rooms were, much less mine. Then the bathrooms, excluding the one connected to my room.
"Both bathrooms are identical, one neighboring each of your bedrooms. Sliding-glass-door stand-in showers, with a separate bathtub on feet, a pedestal sink, auto-flush toilet, hooks on the back of the doors and even a towel pantry. Despite all of this, there aren't any fans installed, I presume because of the old-fashioned architecture, so I'd recommend leaving the door ajar during showers, if you don't mind."
"Sure, why not," Fiona said lightheartedly.
"I sometimes do that anyway," Mati admitted nonchalantly, shrugging.
"Oh, okay, cool. I just...didn't want to sacrifice any of your privacy."
"Nonsense, Daddy," Mati said, her dark brown eyes complemented by thick, dark brows. There was a precious sincerity in her voice and expression that melted me.
"Yeah, I mean, we're all family here," Fiona casually insisted, shrugging and flopping her arms at her sides, her face content. "We don't have anything to hide."
The implicitly explicit connotations to that, or at least to a perverse mind like mine, were unavoidable.
I fleetingly imagined ripping open Mati's top at the base of her U-cut neckline, exposing her massive natural breasts bouncing in the underlying bra, and saying "then you don't need to hide these anymore." I quickly discarded the image from my mind, not incinerating it but storing it for later.
"I'm happy to hear that, girls, but please," I said instead, gathering my composure while still trying to figure out where we 'stood,' without being terribly overt, "let me know if I'm being too...I dunno...
clingy
. I'm just...so glad to be staying with you again, to share your company again, like we used to, as a family. Except now there is no mom, no tyranny, just three best-friends who share an unconditional bond."
"Aw, Daddy, you're so sweet," Fiona said. "A little wordy, but sweet."
Mati chuckled. "Yeah, she's right, Daddy. Sometimes you talk a lil' too much."
"Mati!" Fiona scoffed. "That's
not
what I meant." She looked up at me. "That's not what I meant, Daddy."
I laughed. "It's okay, girls, I understand. I
do
admittedly get a bit talkative when I'm in a great mood."
"I was being
sarcastic
, doofus," Mati said to Fiona.
Fiona scoffed and slapped, playfully, Mati's shoulder. Mati scoffed, too, and started to retaliate, however lightheartedly.
