Chapter - 1 DILF
Rachel awoke to the crack and rumble of a lightning strike that shook the house. She scrambled out from under her covers and dashed into her parents' room then crawled up the middle of the king-sized bed. Another lightning strike lit the room and rattled the windows as her father, Dean, pushed the comforter down to let her slip in.
"That one was really close," he said as Rachel hid under the sheet.
Her mother huffed and turned onto her side, away from her daughter. Rachel snuggled close to her father and eventually drifted off to sleep. The storm faded away hours later.
*****
"Are you eight or eighteen?" Trudy said when her daughter entered the kitchen for breakfast.
Rachel's eyes dropped to the floor as she mumbled a good morning greeting to her disapproving mother. She pulled a box of cereal from the cupboard then moved towards the fridge to retrieve the carton of milk.
"Good morning, all," Dean said as he joined them in the kitchen. "How about that storm?"
"You need to stop encouraging her. She's too old to be sleeping with her parents."
"It was a nasty lightning strike," Dean replied.
Trudy collected her thermal mug and purse and started towards the door. Dean rushed towards her to see her off.
"Remember we have that appointment at five," he said. "Do you want me to pick you up or--"
"I can get there on my own," she replied, the words leaving a chill in the air.
"Okay, well, have a good day," he added as he leaned towards her with pursed lips.
Dean's attempt to kiss his wife as she left the house for the day was left hanging in the space between them as Trudy turned her head and stepped away. He paused in contemplation for a moment then followed her towards the door that slammed shut in front of him. He hesitantly turned and walked back towards the kitchen.
"So, Rachel, anything exciting happening today? Do you want me to drive you to school?" he asked as he returned to the kitchen.
"Nothing exciting, just a regular day."
"Do you need a ride?"
"I'm walking with Katie, but thanks," she said as she scooped up another bite of cereal.
Dean went about preparing for his workday while Rachel ate her breakfast. As he pulled the stuck lid off his thermal mug, he was reminded that he hadn't emptied the left-over coffee from the day before. Cold dark liquid splashed over his shirt and spilled over the floor and countertop.
"Hey, can you take this to the laundry room and give it a rinse?" Dean asked as he removed his shirt. "I have to clean up this mess."
Rachel took the shirt and headed towards the laundry room. Dean had finished wiping up the mess on the floor when the doorbell rang. He tossed the wet rag into the sink and walked to the foyer. As the door swung open, Dean realized he was still shirtless, and his daughter's best friend was standing on the front step with her eyes wide open and a flirtatious smile forming on her lips.
"Mr. Tanner, looking good," Katie said as she stepped across the threshold.
Dean blushed when Katie brushed her fingertips across his bare chest as she passed him in the doorway. He closed the door then turned and found she hadn't moved very far. She was only inches away from him, her hands settling back onto his chest.
"Rachel's just in the laundry room. She's not ready for school yet," he said as he attempted to step around the girl.
Katie wore a plaid miniskirt and a dress shirt. Her outfit resembled a school uniform, complete with a tie loosely hung around her neck. Her hair was tied in two pigtails that made her look like she was headed to a school in pay per view movies hidden behind parental controls.
"What do you think of my outfit, Mr. Tanner?" she said as she stepped back a few paces then twirled and posed.
"It's, well, ahhh, very nice," he said nervously as his eyes scanned her body.
"Glad you like it. Do you think the skirt is a little too... long?" she asked while her fingers fidgeted with the hem as she walked towards the kitchen.
