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Slow burner, mentions of violence sprinkled throughout but pretty vanilla otherwise, unless you think threesomes or a Nickelback reference are kinky.
All persons engaging in sexual activities are indeed adults over the age of 18. This is entirely a work of fiction.
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The dark haired five year old sitting cross legged on the other side of the game board carefully rolled the single die in her right hand and released it onto the board in front of her. Four. Her lips moved as she counted the dots on the die face and then moved her piece the same number of squares. When it came to rest on the last square before the finish line, she muttered “Damn” under her breath. My daughter took game night with Daddy very seriously.
“Bobbi, language.” Her mother and the love of my life quietly corrected little Roberta Marie Mattick. I looked up at Cindy and made a face at her as she somewhat successfully choked back a laugh. She was loving this. She made a production of rearranging her sundress, giving me an unobstructed view of her light blue panty clad crotch with the small wet spot. Bobbi, with her back to her mother, never saw a thing. Cindy went back to updating her students’ grades in the school district parent-teacher portal.
“Sorry, Mommy,” The little shit didn’t look or sound sorry at all. She knew as well as I did that if she won, it would be the first time that I didn’t win a game all night. My consolation prize was looking pretty good though and my pride would survive this loss. Cindy shifted her legs again, attempting to distract me with another glimpse between her legs. I could see the slight peaks her nipples were starting to make in the fabric of the sundress. Yeah, it looked like I was getting lucky tonight.
I stared at the board. The only way I could win this game would be to roll a six. I hadn’t hit a needed roll or card draw all night. Bobbi watched me expectantly. For her, it was do or die. She had never won every game before and the suspense was killing her.
“All right, Queen Bee, here we go. Give Daddy a six!” I rolled the die and Bobbi leaned forward to watch it intently. Wouldn’t you know it? Five. “Shit.” I am my daughter’s father, I hate losing just as much as she does.
Bobbi let out a loud exaggerated gasp, “Daddy! Language!” Cindy tried unsuccessfully to choke back a snicker. I watched as my daughter moved my piece next to hers on the last square, then she picked up the die and just dropped it. Under the rules, it didn’t matter what she actually rolled, it was enough to move her piece across the finish line. She had finally shut me out for the night. That mic drop thing was a bit much, though.
“I won all three, Daddy. Mommy, I won all three tonight!” Bobbi was beside herself. She had come close a couple of times before. I knew it was just a matter of time before the odds caught up with me.
I stuck my hand out and solemnly shook her hand, “Nice game, Queen Bee. Next week, it’s ‘big girl rules’, so make sure you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I think you need to be ready, though.” This elicited another laugh from Cindy.
“We’ll see. Time to pick this up and get ready for bed, babe.” I started collecting all the pieces to hand to her as she put them back in the box. Looking at the clock, it was just a little bit before eight. Her sister, Veronica Lynn, went down at seven thirty so Bobbi could have some “big sister time” with us. Unfortunately, Bobbi and Ronnie would be up about six in the morning. It seems to come earlier every weekend.
All three of us jumped when the doorbell rang. Cindy picked up her phone to look at the app for our new video doorbell. Her face immediately scrunched up into a scowl as she muttered “What the fuck?”
Bobbi had been going to correct her mother but the look on Cindy’s face apparently made her rethink that. I looked at Cindy and she mouthed “Laura.” I guess the look on my face upset Bobbi more as she dropped the board onto her lap before she could get it into the box. Cindy stood up and collected our daughter, “Off to bed, sweetie. We’ll clean this up for you tonight.” She jerked her head toward the door, indicating that I needed to go take care of this.
As I made my way to the front door, I could hear Bobbi tell Cindy that she needed to go to the bathroom. I heard the bathroom door close as Cindy reminded her to wash her hands before brushing her teeth.
I opened the door to a slightly shorter version of Cindy. “Hi, Stevie. Remember me?”
Yeah, I remembered her. In painful detail. Eleven years worth of painful details.
I guess some history would be helpful right about now. My name is Steven Thomas Mattick. I’m 30, about average height at 6’1″ and maybe 190 pounds or so, brownish blond hair cut a little long over the ears with a full beard. Otherwise, I’d look like I was 18. I work for a nationwide hardware store chain in retail management. Cindy, nobody has ever called her Cynthia, who is one third of the loves of my life, is seks hikayeleri 29. She’s about 5’6″, maybe 140 pounds, but it’s pretty well proportioned on her pear shaped build. Laura is now 28, a little shorter but around the same weight. Both have the same dark curly hair and delicate facial features. Cindy teaches sixth, seventh, and eighth graders. The last time I saw Laura, she was ruining our lives.
The reason neither of us are happy to see Laura? She caught Cindy and me having sex and ratted us out to our father. Yeah, our. The three of us are siblings. Laura caught us fucking and then dragged our father over to bust us.
The details of what happened next aren’t that important. A lot of shit got yelled back and forth, and he threw the two of us out with nothing but our clothes and a little over four hundred dollars I had managed to squirrel away without his knowledge.
“Why the fuck are you here?” I thought that by now I had gotten over what had happened but apparently hadn’t. I was pissed, as pissed as I had been that afternoon she ratted us out.
“I — I need help, Stevie. Please.” The smile was gone now. She looked tired and upset.
I was getting ready to tell her to fuck off and die when a little voice behind me said, “Daddy? Who’s that?”
At about the same time, Cindy came through the dining room and into the entryway, “Bobbi! I said it was time for bed!” She went to pick up Bobbi and stopped short when she saw Laura still standing there.
Laura looked at me, at her sister, then our daughter, and then back at me in surprise. I shook my head from side to side. “I’m Laura, sweetie. I’m your Mommy’s sister.” The similarity was obvious with the two of them, not so much with me.
Laura looked at Cindy, “She’s adorable, sis. How old is she?”
Bobbi shyly held up five fingers. Cindy stared daggers at Laura before turning and taking Bobbi back inside to her room. I could hear Cindy scolding our daughter as they walked away, “You don’t run to the door like that at night, remember? You let Daddy answer it.”
“Sorry, Mommy. I just wanted to see who it was.” She actually did sound contrite, this time.
That served to remind me that at least one of my daughters could be listening and I needed to be a little more adult. I looked at Laura and kept my voice low, “Again, what the fuck do you want, Laura?”
“I need a place to stay for a couple of days. Daddy threw me out, too.”
I laughed and she flinched like I’d slapped her across the face. “Why is that our problem?”
“You’re the only place I have to go. Nobody from the church will help me now.”
I felt Cindy come up behind me. I’m pretty sure I could actually feel the anger radiating from her body. “Did you think, really think, that after the bullshit you pulled, we were gonna be happy to see you? That we’re going to actually fucking care?” She was careful not to shout but her point was pretty clear.
At that point, Laura just turned around and lifted the back of her shirt. There were bruises. A lot of bruises. Some were old and some weren’t. Cindy inhaled sharply. We both muttered “Son of a bitch” at the same time.
Cindy pushed past me and grabbed Laura’s arm. Guiding her inside, we went into the living room. I gathered up what was left of the board game and put it away quickly while Cindy went to get a glass of water. We were pissed at Laura, absolutely. But that? That was too much.
“What happened?” Cindy sat down next to Laura.
“After Daddy threw you out, I ended up getting married to Lewis Thurston.” I remembered Lew. He was an older guy, maybe six years older than me. Girls never liked him because he came off as creepy.
Laura continued, “Daddy said it was a necessary sacrifice for the church. His family had money, money Daddy could put to good use getting the word out.” The word my father wanted to get out was “hate”. He had a lot of it.
She took a long sip of water. “Lewis liked to hit me until I cried, then he wanted to have sex with me. I complained to Daddy and he said I needed to accept that he was my husband and my purpose was to serve him, whatever that took. So I left Lewis and filed for divorce. He didn’t think I’d do it because I don’t have anything to my name, I literally own nothing. I took one of Daddy’s cars and left. He refused to help me. Told me if I wasn’t going to honor my vows to get out of his house.”
“So how did you find us?” I asked gently. We hadn’t had any contact with her in eleven years, we had lived in transient hotels, shelters and the occasional campground until we got to Des Moines. Our father took our phones, he was paying for them, so we had no real way to keep in touch with anybody back home. Not that we really wanted to.
“Cynthia Mattick, one of Des Moines Independent Community School District’s Teachers of the Year. It was a nice picture. The county property tax database gave me the address. I wasn’t sure you were still together sex hikayeleri until then.”
“First, you need to see a doctor. Did you file a police report?” Cindy asked her.
“Yeah, when I went to the hospital the last time, they called them. He bruised one of my kidneys and I was peeing a little bit of blood. You know how Daddy feels about hospitals and doctors, that was just another thing I did wrong.”
“Babe, you stay with the girls while I take Laura to the ER to get checked out. They’ll probably call the police so we may be there for a while.” Cindy was now in take-charge mode. I nodded. There wasn’t much I was going to be able to do at the hospital, anyway. Before the shit hit the fan, the two of them had been really close. There was still some unfinished business to be discussed but for right now, this took priority.
I fell asleep on the couch at some point. I woke up to three year old Ronnie nose to nose with me. “Where is Mommy?” Six thirty in the morning. They still weren’t back.
Bobbi was right behind her, “Sorry, Daddy, she’s fast. I’m trying to make breakfast but I need help, please.”
I stood up and stretched as best I could. Fuck, that couch sucks for sleeping. “Okay, ladies. Let’s get you some breakfast.” I herded the girls back out to the kitchen and got them settled in. Two bowls of cereal were delivered and devoured while I made a pot of coffee. I checked my phone, the last text was Cindy letting me know they were being seen, about eleven last night. I figured no news was good news.
Cindy and Laura got home a little before seven thirty. Laura did have a bruised right kidney but no other internal damage. They gave her a mild painkiller and some anti-inflammatories. The police were called by the staff and they verified that a report had been filed. At a little after eight, Laura called the lawyer handling the divorce to let him know where she was and what had happened. He would try to get the judge to waive her appearance in court for hearings for her own safety, but he couldn’t guarantee he could get it. He would call her back when he knew something.
My sisters looked dead on their feet. I pointed Laura towards the main bathroom so she could take a shower. Cindy dug out some clothes she could wear until we could take her shopping for some new ones. We prepped the guest bedroom and I think Laura was out before her head hit the pillow. I sent Cindy to bed right afterwards. I had slept on the couch a little, so I could watch the girls for a few more hours.
I called into work, citing a family emergency. Jeannie was a capable assistant manager and she knew to call me if anything came up that she couldn’t handle. I then got the girls dressed and parked on the couch watching animated movies. It would keep them relatively quiet for a few hours. I leaned back on the couch and napped while my daughters cuddled with me and watched their movies.
I was awakened by Cindy lifting a sleeping Ronnie up and sliding into the spot my daughter had just been evicted from. The clock on the wall read about two thirty. She held Ronnie in her lap as she leaned against me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes and no.”
“Yeah, me, too. I don’t know who to be mad at right now.” She shook her head. “That’s just fu– messed up.” Ronnie may have been asleep, but Bobbie wasn’t.
She looked up at us, worried. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, Queen Bee, you didn’t do anything wrong. You’re good.” I ruffled her hair with my hand. “Adults can be confusing.” I didn’t know how else to explain it right now.
As she turned her attention back to the TV, I swear to God I heard that kid mutter “No shit.” I don’t think Cindy heard it. Maybe I was just hallucinating it, too. We were definitely going to have to be more careful about our language around these kids.
The sounds of stomachs rumbling reminded me that absolutely nobody had eaten lunch yet. We woke up Ronnie and got the kids settled in at the table. Cindy made sandwiches for everybody and we ate in relative silence. Laura was still asleep and she’s the one who really needed it the most. After we cleaned up, the kids went out back and blew off steam for an hour, chasing each other around, under the supervision of Cindy. They were just coming back into the house when Laura came out from the guest bedroom, wearing an oversized t-shirt. Like her sister, she liked sleeping without a bra.
“Sorry, I slept longer than I meant to.” She still looked tired.
“Nah, it’s good. You needed to sleep. You want to eat something now or wait until dinner?” Cindy asked her. “We’re good either way.”
“Dinner’s fine. I could use some water, though. I need to take a painkiller, my side is killing me.” She winced as she applied a little pressure to her right side. She sat down gingerly on the opposite end of the couch while Cindy brought her a glass of water. She swallowed the painkiller and a couple of anti-inflammatories while emptying the glass.
Cindy went out into the kitchen and I could hear her start taking things out to make dinner. Laura looked at me, silently asking permission to go help. I just shrugged my shoulders. They needed to figure that out themselves. The relationship I had with my younger sister was far and away nothing like the relationship the two of them had shared growing up. What Laura had done affected Cindy far worse than it had me. Where I was just angry, Cindy was heartbroken. She cried herself to sleep too many nights for me to count.
When there wasn’t an explosion from the kitchen, I figured it was safe to go take a shower. The girls were playing quietly in their room, it appeared that Ronnie was hosting a tea party under Bobbi’s supervision. I showered quickly and was on my way back to the living room when I passed Laura in the hall.
She stopped me and gave me a quick hug. “Thank you, Stevie. Thank you so much.” She had used Cindy’s hair stuff, which I liked. I tried to avoid full body contact during the hug. I wasn’t comfortable with that kind of closeness with her right now.
I wanted to be mad, I really did. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it right now. “You’re more than welcome to stay as long as you need. We have our problems but what happened to you isn’t right. We’ll take care of that first and then deal with everything else.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed into the bathroom. I tried not to flinch.
I stuck my head into the kitchen. Cindy was staring out the window, potato peeler in hand. I guess I made a noise and surprised her, as she suddenly jumped and dropped the peeler into the sink. “Shit, you scared me. I told Laura she could stay as long as she needed, was that all right?”
“Yeah, I told her the same thing just now in the hall. I guess we’ll sort everything out later. Are you going to be okay with that?” I wasn’t concerned about me, I was concerned about Cindy.
“I’m good, I think.” She looked like she was going to say something else, but we could hear the hall bathroom door open. Cindy went back to peeling potatoes as Laura sat down at the table to slice vegetables. She seemed a little happier now, a little more upbeat than she had earlier. The hem of the t-shirt slid up as she sat down, revealing that she at least wore panties. She somehow managed to pull the shirt tight across her front, highlighting her erect nipples.
Dinner went into the oven and on the stove. Laura went in search of Bobbi and Ronnie. When dinner was ready, I was tasked with finding and returning with the other three. I found them on the floor, still holding the tea party. Laura had both girls giggling as they chatted.
“All right, ladies, dinner is served.” I stuck my hand out to help Laura up. She gave me another hug and kiss on the cheek as she got to her feet. I flinched involuntarily. I couldn’t tell if she noticed or not. It wasn’t hard to see that her nipples were still poking out through the t-shirt. She also made no attempt to cover her crotch as she stood up.
“Thank you, kind sir. Let’s get this show on the road, girls,” she aimed the girls toward the dining room. They scrambled out of the room, squealing. “Your daughters are amazing, Stevie. You’re a really good dad.”
I wanted to say something else but managed to grunt out, “Yeah, I try.” She held onto my hand for a few extra seconds, squeezing it before letting go.
Dinner was…different. It seemed like Bobbi was determined to get Cindy and Laura to talk to each other. Ronnie just chatted away about anything and everything, whether somebody was listening or not.
Usually, when I worked on Saturday night, the girls would order pizza and have a girls night. Since I had called in and wasn’t going to work, we got out the boardgames and Bobbi insisted all four girls sit at the dining room table and play games. I found a game on ESPN and had a beer while they played.
It felt like there was a little bit of thawing between Cindy and Laura. I wasn’t sure how far it would go or how long it would last, but I certainly couldn’t throw her out on the street and didn’t think Cindy could either.
Neither of my daughters really wanted to go to bed, since Aunt Laura was here and a captive audience. We let them stay up until nine, when it was obvious they were done for the evening. I put Ronnie down first as Bobbi tried valiantly to argue with Cindy about staying up. Yawning in the middle of your argument never works, kid. Laura carried her in as I was kissing Ronnie’s forehead after getting her settled.
“G’night, Cricket. Love you and we’ll see you in the morning.” She’s so damn cute, even if she won’t stop talking. Cindy was the one who started calling her Cricket, because of the constant chirping from the back seat.
She smiled back, “G’night, Daddy.”
Bobbi looked at me, “Can Aunt Laura tuck me in, Daddy? Please?” She had really taken to Laura.
I kissed her forehead, “Sure, Queen Bee. Don’t give her any trouble, you hear? Love you and we’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay, Daddy. G’night.”
Laura came back out to the living room about ten minutes later. As she sat down in the recliner, she told Cindy, “Your girls are incredible, Cindy. They are so damn cute.”
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