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Unexpected Love

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21.08.2018
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Denise Hallowell was brushing her long brunette hair in the front hallway mirror. Her friend Jessie was chastising her as they looked at each other in the reflective glass.

“Denise, you are such a bitch!” Jess Crawford, Denise’s best friend, shook her head disapprovingly. “You know your dad’s still hurting. Why do you say things like that?”

“It wasn’t so bad, Jess.” In a backhanded sort of way, Denise agreed with Jess. “But just the thought of that cu… bitch! She fuckin pisses me off.

What she did to us.” Denise was getting tears in her eyes, and she angrily tried blinking them away. “I mean, she’s been gone a year and dad still keeps her stuff. She told us she wasn’t coming back. Fuck! Now I’m going to have to fix my makeup!” She really started crying now.

The tears refused to stop and Jess wrapped her arms around her friend in a hug, as Denise’s sobs consumed her. Denise usually had herself under control, but once in a while her cool reserve crumbled. Even though Jill, Denise’s mother and Earl’s wife had been an abusive alcoholic, compulsive gambler and, as Denise later came to know the town tramp she was, deep down, still Nat’s mommy.

“Sshhh. That’s OK, baby. Let it out.” Jess stroked her hair as Nat sobbed. Jess was the only one to ever see Denise this way. Jess was a nice girl, always something good to say about people while Denise was a tough, scrappy girl, hardened by her ordeal. Their friendship baffled many observers. “I know it hurts.” Jess whispered. “Just think how much it hurts your dad, too, eh? He hurts as much you do. And he’s trying to stay nice, for you.” Jess’s hands stroked Denise’s hair and her back. She said no more, letting her few words possibly sink in.

Jess knew a little of the anguish Denise was feeling. Her parents had separated for almost a year when Jess was in middle school. The funny thing was, Jess’s dad had been sleeping with Denise’s mom. Her parents had reconciled, but the turmoil had given Jess an inkling of Denise’s pain. Jess recognized that Earl Hallowell was a good, decent man, just as her own mother had been. While her dad had seen the stupidity of his actions, and realized what he was throwing away, Jill Hallowell hadn’t, and had moved on to the next thrill. Jess felt sorry for Earl, especially since he seemed to have everything a girl could want in a man.

Denise’s sobs died down to sniffles and she returned to looking in the mirror. She caught Jess’s eye as she straightened her hair. “Thanks Jess. I love you.”

“I know, sweetheart. I love you too.” Jess kissed Denise on the cheek and started her own preening.

“Fuck! Look at me.” Denise laughed. “I look like a fuckin raccoon.” With her eye makeup smudged all over from her tears she did indeed look like a raccoon. “I’m going to the bathroom to fix it. Be right back.” Natalie hurried off to fix herself so she and Jess could get going. They were supposed to be going out to a club to celebrate Denise’s birthday. It was a bittersweet celebration since it was on Denise’s eighteenth birthday, a year earlier, when her mother abandoned the family.

Jess had her short, dirty blonde hair fixed in moments and went back in the kitchen with Earl. He was still sitting there, obviously upset at Denise’s callous comment, and staring out the window. Jess grazed her hand across the back of Earl’s shoulder as she passed him to take a seat facing him. “Hey.” She said, softly.

“Hey, back.” Earl repeated. It was a thing of theirs, this greeting. Although Denise didn’t realize it, Jess was helping Earl through this also.

“She didn’t really mean that.” Jess prodded Earl. “She’s just upset, the day and all.”

“Yeah,” Earl sighed. “she did mean it. But she’s right. I know Jill’s not coming back. In fact I know exactly where she is, and it serves her right. She was in such a hurry to get a divorce so she could marry Jimmy Abbott. She must’ve had rocks in her head if she thought he was gonna leave his wife for her. Now she’s stuck living in that dive downtown, panhandling for booze money.”

“I can’t believe she’d give up a guy like you.” Jess stroked the back of his hand.

Earl chortled. “Huh! A guy like me. Women aren’t exactly knocking down my door.” He gestured towards his body. “Hell, I’m over forty, half grey, overweight.” He snorted again.

“You are not overweight. You’re perfect.” Jess paused a second and looked down, surprised at her own outburst. “Well,” Jess brushed her hair back. “you’ll probably find someone in the most unlikely place.”

Jess got up as Denise came bounding down the stairs. Jess quickly gave Earl a kiss on the cheek as she moved out to the front hall. A thrill ran through her, as that was the first time she’d touched him with her lips. The feeling of stubble on her lips lingered, and the faint smell of Old Spice, coffee, and cigarettes. Denise also gave her dad a kiss and apologized for her comment. She seemed to be in better spirits and the girls got caught up in their plans for the night.

Earl sat there thinking about what the evening had brought. Last year at this time he and Jill had been having a tremendous fight. He’d spent three hours at the bank trying to convince them not to take the house because Jill had once again blown their mortgage payment at the casino. Then he came home and watched his wife for twenty minutes while she fucked the Samway salesman. He let it go on that long because he had actually debated with himself as to whether she was worth keeping. He couldn’t figure out why she was fucking that guy. He was fat, sweaty, and his dick was only just over four inches long. If she’d been fat, it wouldn’t have been long enough to fuck her. Finally having enough, he had gone out and slashed the guys tires. Then he came back in the house, making a lot of noise, and glimpsed the tail end of the guy running out the back door. He never gave chase, but he thought he would’ve liked to have seen the guy drive off with four flat tires.

The worst part of the night was when Denise walked in just as Jill was walking out the door. “You and the brat can fuck off for all I care.” Jill had said to both of them. “I’m fuckin done.” Denise stood there in shock as Jill walked out. Earl had rushed over to hug her and console her but she just shrugged him off.

“I don’t care. She’s not my mother.” She turned around and left, heading to a friend’s house. Just like that Denise, his beautiful baby girl Denise, had turned a dark corner. Earl had gone looking for her when she never came home that night. He found her three days later, passed out in front of a hotel downtown. He never said a word as he took her home and cleaned her up. She never woke up as he bathed her, cleaning the dried cum and urine from her body, and tended the scrapes she had accumulated. He had waited to say something, but there never seemed a right time, and thankfully she never took another drink as far as he knew.

Earl had had a word with Jess about tonight, to call him if Denise needed help, but she didn’t think she would. Denise’s earlier comment had cut him though. He remembered it distinctly, “Dad, you got to get out there. Don’t be so pathetic, she’s never coming back. You gotta take care of yourself now.” He thought about what she said and admitted she was right, he was pathetic. He decided on the spur of the moment to follow her advice. He showered, dressed in a clean shirt and pants, and headed to the local country bar. It wasn’t really his genre, but they were so popular these days, you couldn’t find a normal bar.

When Earl walked in he felt like he was in a fishbowl. Or he was a puppy in a window. Everyone looked over at him and eyed him up and down. The girls were checking out the fresh meat and the guys were checking out the competition. By the end of the night he was pigeonholed. He’d talked to the few girls that came up to him, but he couldn’t seem to carry a conversation. And he wasn’t a threat to the guys for the same reason. By the end of the night his only option left was a fifty-something, bleach blonde, barfly. She was forty pounds too heavy for her outfit and the stench of booze on her was so bad she reminded him of Jill. He left alone.

When he got home he sat in front of the TV drinking and waiting for the girls. He almost thought of Jess as one of his girls because she was there all the time now. In fact, he realized she’d been a godsend this past year, helping both him and Denise.

“Jess? What?” Earl looked up to see her smiling face looking down at him. He must’ve fallen asleep because the lights were off and he’d left them on. He smelled booze and realized he’d dropped his glass of scotch on the carpet. He sat up quickly, looking around. “Denise? Where’s Deni?”

“Sshh, Earl. She’s in bed, I just helped her there.” She sat beside him on the couch, muting the TV with the clicker.

“Is she OK?” Earl ran his hand through his hair trying to collect his thoughts. Last thing he remembered was thinking what a wonderful wife Jess would make someone.

“Yeah, she drank. A fair bit.” Jess laughed. “And she’s sure gonna regret it in the morning.”

“She didn’t do anything… stupid did she?” Earl was still waking.

“No, Earl. She was a good girl, I made sure of that.” Jess giggled. “She danced a bit. Cut loose. That was it.”

Earl stood up, “You want some coffee?” He asked as he headed into the kitchen. “Or something stronger?” He stopped, waiting for her reply. Jess had followed him so she squeezed past him, letting her fingers trail around his waist as she went.

“No, you sit, Earl. I’ll make coffee.” She went right for the coffee maker so Earl had no choice but to sit.

Earl watched her move around the kitchen like it was hers, which it practically was since she spent most of her free time there. Jess was three years older than Natalie and living on her own which negated any needed explanation of her time at the Hallowell’s.

“So what about you?” Earl asked. “What do you do for fun, when you’re not taking care of us.”

“I go out, sometimes. Dates.” Jess sounded noncommittal.

“Oh, so there’s a guy?”

“Not really. No other guys I like around here.”

“Other?” Earl asked.

Jess turned and looked at Earl, leaning back against the counter. “So, did you think of any ways to move on from Jill?” she asked.

Earl assumed she hadn’t heard his question. “Oh yeah,” he countered, “I got right on that. I headed on down to TJs and studied up on the local talent.”

“Aannd?” Jess prompted.

“Well, I’d rather be celibate than fall in with one of those, umm, ladies. I suppose some of them are OK. But I’m just not ready for dating. Never was the type, really.”

“So you haven’t been with a woman in a year?”

Earl laughed, “Well over a year. Jill and I hadn’t been intimate for at least a year before we broke up. She’d rather fuck anyone else but me, I guess.”

“Two years? How did you cope?” Jess’s astonishment overcame her good manners.

Earl looked a little uncomfortable at that. “Uhh, well at first it was a case of being in a relationship. I couldn’t cheat on her, although she was a tramp. Then well, circumstance. I became very close with my right hand.”

It was Jess’ turn to be embarrassed as she visualized Earl stroking what she imagined as a very large cock. Her face flushed with the realization that her panties were now fit for swimming in. She turned around busying herself with the coffee fixings, until she thought of Earl possibly looking at her ass. Again she flushed, and when she turned around with the tray she turned too fast and dropped a mug.

“Fuck!” Flustered she turned back to set the tray on the counter. When she turned back around Earl was right there, kneeling at her feet. He was picking up the larger broken shards of ceramic.

“Don’t move.” Earl said, putting a restraining hand on Jess’ foot. “I’ll clean this up.” Earl swept with a whisk to get the smaller pieces, and when Jess made to move again, Earl stopped her. He wet a paper towel and wiped it across the floor. “This’ll get the smallest pieces.” He assured her. “Wouldn’t want a sliver marring those pretty feet of yours.”

Jess laughed at that, “These ugly things?” She lifted a foot and cocked it in each direction, examining it. “They’re ugly. Ugly, ugly.”

Earl stood up with the paper towel and patted her head in a patronizing fashion. “Well OK. But if you care to walk around here with bare feet all the time, I’ll be a happy man.” Earl didn’t see her blush as he discarded the refuse. He grabbed another cup from the cupboard as Jess took the tray to the table.

Jess had regained her composure. She couldn’t believe she was acting so girlish around Earl. “So you like my feet, Earl?’ She asked. She was sitting there with her legs crossed, swinging her top foot back and forth.

“I do, Jess.” Earl leaned forward and took Jess’ foot in his hands. She squealed in surprise but allowed Earl to continue. He placed her foot on top of his knees and caressed the tops, just firm enough not to tickle.

Earl talked to her foot as he spoke. “Jess, most women don’t appreciate the beauty of their feet. Your curves and your face get all the glory, but the feet. Mmm, the feet set it all up.” Earl cupped her heel in one hand and slowly caressed her ankle, going up to her calf, then winding down with a swirling motion. “Your feet, Jess, are so elegant and graceful. When you walk… it’s like poetry in motion. The way your tendons and muscles move as the weight shifts, then your foot glides through the air.”

If Earl had looked up right then he would’ve seen that Jess looked near orgasm. Her eyes were half shut with her mouth open a little in gasping breaths. Her face was once again flushed, this time the flush extending down to her chest, disappearing under her heaving camisole. One hand was clenching the table top and the other hand was subconsciously stroking her nipple.

Earls hand dipped down under her foot and stroked her arch. “Your foot may as well be carried by angels as they glide through the air.” Earl was really lost in his description now. “And when you step down again, the way your calf muscles move,” Again, one hand softly worked her calf muscles while the other worked her sole. “creates such an amazing vision of beauty,” Earl didn’t realize what Jes’ reaction was until her leg suddenly tensed up. “that mere words can’t begin too…” Earl finally looked up thinking she was cramping and saw Jess’s entire body shaking. He then thought she was having a seizure and he quickly sat forward, when it registered that the paroxysm of agony that had taken over her face was pleasure, not distress. Her eyes were closed, her right hand was clenched tight on the edge of her chair and her left was clawing at her breast. He hadn’t looked before but he realized he could see up her short skirt and the tell-tale patch of darker material on her panties attested to the extent of her arousal.

Earl kept softly stroking her foot and leg as Jess’ passion waned. When she finally opened her eyes Earl blushed, whispering softly. “I’m so sorry, Jess. I didn’t mean to get carried away.”

Jess daintily lifted her foot out of Earl’s hands. “How the fuck did you learn to do that?” she asked breathlessly. She extended her foot and briefly touched it to Earl’s crotch, testing his hardness.

Earl flinched at the contact, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.” He tried to get up but Jess wouldn’t move her foot and Earl was loathe to touch her again for fear he’d really lose control.

Jess sat up, quickly. “No, no. You definitely should’ve.” She grinned lasciviously as she put her left foot in his lap before removing her right. “You have another foot to do here, mister.”

“No Jess.” Earl whined, resisting the urge to stroke her other foot. “It’s not right. You’re Deni’s best friend. You’re so young.”

“You’re right Earl. Deni, who said you should get out more and find someone. Well, here’s someone.” She stroked her foot against his penis, feeling it’s length. “And you’re not exactly feeling old, theree.”

Earl’s desire was overwhelming. He gave Jess’ left foot similar treatment, only this time he was aware of her response and watching her as her arousal grew again. She didn’t cum this time, but she was squirming and moaning by the time he was done. When he finished he set her foot down and debated whether he should really take the next step.

Jess answered for him when she gazed at him with unabashed lust and got up from her chair. She hiked her skirt and dropped her panties right in front of him before she dropped to her knees and fished in his lap for his cock. She thrilled Earl to no end with her whimpering her frustration at the time it was taking. When she finally fished it out of his pants, her loud groan coincided with his as she dropped her lips down over his cock. Earl had to struggle to not to cum as she slathered his cock with saliva. The sight down her back of the top of her ass cheeks, with the skirt around her waist, added to his struggle.

“Oh, fuck.” Jess whimpered. “So fucking good.” His cock wasn’t as big as she’d dreamed, but somehow she thought it would be just what she needed. She jacked her hand up and down as she sucked on the head. Somehow she could feel it stiffen even more as he got ready to cum. She had to fight off Earl’s hands and she shook her head as he tried to pull her off him.

“Jess! I’m cumming!” She just nodded as he exploded into her mouth. He felt this orgasm coming from every cell of his body, easily the most powerful orgasm of his life, as his thick seed burst forth. Even his slut wife, Jill, hadn’t taken him in her mouth. She said she didn’t like the taste. But Jess was enthusiastically jacking every drop he had into her hollowed cheeks. Finally she pulled her mouth off him and let his softening member slip out. She opened her mouth wide to show him her treasure before she swallowed and grinned at him.

“Oh, Jess. Thank you.” Earl sighed. “No-one’s ever done that for me before.” A shiver ran through him as the sight of her cum filled mouth came back to him.

“Don’t thank me yet, old man.” Jess grinned as she took his hand and pulled him out of his chair, “You have to return the favour.” She left her skirt over her ass as she lead him down the hall to his bedroom.

Earl was mesmerized as he followed her into his bedroom. The twin globes of her ass tantalized him and he couldn’t wait to explore them with his hands, and his mouth. More focused now, as they walked up to his bed he pushed her face down with her legs hanging over the side. He pulled her back and lowered her knees to the floor and got on his knees behind her. In the dim light from the hall he could just see her wrinkled sphincter beckoning him closer. He pulled her cheeks farther apart and nipped at the soft flesh he revealed. His tongue stuck out, he slowly drew it up from the tip of her pussy, across her anus, and up to her lower back.

Jess’s moans let Earl know he was on the right track. Using the tip of his tongue he stuck it in her pussy and fucked her with it as much as he could. He moved back to her anus and shoved his tongue as far as he could into it, too.

“Oh, God, Earl.” Jess was clawing at the sheets. “That feels so fucking good. No one’s ever…, it’s so dirty.” She pushed her ass back at his face, trying to feel his tongue more.

Earl continued his onslaught. His tongue was delving deep into her ass and he periodically pulled it our and kissed her cheeks. He loved running his tongue over the taught, smooth skin on the inside of her cheeks. He nipped at her bum, little love bites, then shoved his tongue back inside her. She was gasping his name as he held her cheeks wide apart, his tongue exploring. Finally Earl released one side and slid two fingers into her pussy.

“Oh Earl!” Jess screamed. “Oh fuck! Cumming! I’m cumming! Oh!” Earl was concerned that Denise might wake up and hear them, or worse, see them. He looked up and saw they’d left the door open but he had too much invested in Jess’ pleasure to stop now.

Her pussy spasmed over his fingers and he felt her sphincter force his tongue out as it clenched. He kept working his fingers in and out of her pussy and kissing and nipping at the tender curves of her ass. Earl was rewarded when a small gush of juice spurted out of her, onto the comforter. He coaxed her through a small series of aftershocks until she appeared to be tapering off. Earl turned her over and put her feet over his shoulders and stood between her legs. He ran the head of his cock up and down between her sopping labia and waited until she opened her eyes.

“Please?” Jess pleaded, reaching for him. “Put it in. I need you. Ohhh, God I need you!”

Earl slowly slid his cock in her, starting when she opened her mouth. He hadn’t felt such silken pleasure since shortly after Deni was born. That was when Jill had started stepping out and limiting his pleasures. He was glad he’d already cum once because he knew he wouldn’t have lasted after this first stroke otherwise. After he was fully inside Jess he slowly started stroking in and out. He reached down and undid her skirt. He quickly pulled out and removed the skirt, then slid back in. He looked down now at her curly pubic hair, enthralled by her look. So many girls favoured shaving these days. His ex had, and even his daughter did, although he only found that out during one of their often frank discussions. He found Jess’ veritable pelt to be more to his liking. Stroking faster now, Earl noticed they were generating a froth at her pussy lips. Jess was moaning and gazing into his eyes, her hands grazing his chest and belly, her fingers running through his fine hair.

Earl picked Jess up by her butt and pushed her farther up on the bed. He leaned over her now and kissed her lips softly. He was back to stroking slowly again and he took the time to enjoy her kisses. She ran her fingers through his hair and held him to her as her passion started to mount once again. Their lips mashed together in a frenzy of motion and Earls hips started pounding in earnest.

“Oh my God! Fuck me, Earl.” Jess screamed. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming again.” Her hips slammed just as ferociously back at his, her legs spread wide to accept his need.

Earl looked nervously at the bedroom door and noticed with relief that it was closed. Hopefully the wind. Deni hopefully wouldn’t be able to hear her best friend cumming. Earl hoped. He starting gasping and letting little roars escape as his passion rose again. Jess’ clamping pussy was triggering his own release and it was going to be another doozy. He thrust his hips forward in one final motion and released his seed. He had a passing thought about birth control, but it was too late for that as his cum flooded Jess’ pussy. Her moans of passion and encouragement were a far cry from what he’d been used to for many years and he was humbled by Jess’ complicity; he almost wept when his orgasm ended.

Jess could sense the emotional release that had just taken place for Earl. She said little, except for murmuring words of encouragement and endearment. After Earl was finished she rolled him off to lay beside her. She held him in place until he fell asleep then rose to attend to herself in the toilet. Wearing just her cami, she figured Deni would be asleep but as she came out of the bathroom Deni was standing there hopping from foot to foot.

“Wait for me.” Denise whispered. “Gotta pee.” She rushed in to urinate and while she was gone Jess quickly got her skirt back and put it on.

Denise was wearing a t-shirt and panties, normal night time attire for the house, as she came out of the bathroom. She took Jess’ hand, “Come to bed.” She whispered, and padded back to her room. Jess cast a glance back to Earl’s closed bedroom door as she tagged along behind Deni. The girls normally slept together in Denise’s double bed, although nothing untoward had ever happened. There just was no other bed in the house, except Earl’s.

Jess shucked her clothes and climbed into bed facing Denise. She wasn’t wearing a bra so she stayed bare and when she settled she found herself staring into Denise’s’s wide open eyes. Neither girl said a word for a minute.

“Well, how was it?” Denise whispered.

“How was what, Deni?” Jess feigned ignorance.

Denise snorted. “That bad eh? You forgot already?”

“No!” Jess exclaimed. “I mean, umm. Fuck. OK, it was good. In fact it was very good. The best I’ve ever felt.” Jess reached out to stroke Denise’s cheek. “I’m sorry Deni. I never meant to. We just kinda fell into it.”

Denise laughed. “You mean he fell into you.”

“Hmm. Honestly, when it got to that point I was as willing as I’d ever been.”

Denise grew serious. “Will you do it again?”

“Does it bother you that I did? If I will?”

“A little.” Denise admitted. “OK, a lot. Dad is dad, and up until now it’s been you and me. And him. Now it’s you and him. And me.”

“I’m sorry Deni. I won’t…”

“No, no.” Denise protested softly. “I don’t want you to stop, unless you can make things go back to the way they were; undo last night.”

“But sweetie.” Jess whispered. “We’ve been us forever. I don’t want to ruin that.”

A tear rolled down Denise’s cheek. “It’s not ruined, Jess. It’s just… changed. Do you want to sleep with dad again?”

Jess hesitated and looked down. “Yes.” She whispered, softer.

“Then do it. I always knew this time would come. I’d find a guy. You’d find a guy. Dad would find a guy.” Jess’ eyes grew wide in astonishment before Denise let out a guffaw.

“OK,” Jess continued. “Dad would find a beautiful, horny young slut.”

” I am not a slut.” Jess was indignant. “I haven’t had a guy since Brad and that was, what? Eight months ago?”

“But there was Cheryl, eh?”

Jess giggled. “She was fun. But that was only twice, and that was really to get back at Brad.”

“I know,” Denise leaned in and lightly kissed Jess’ lips. “I was just kidding.”

“I feel bad for upsetting things, but…”

“I know. I saw you.” Denise sighed. “I heard you screaming and I saw dad’s face buried in your ass.” Deni giggled this time. “He almost saw me, but I closed the door when he looked away. Then I heard you screaming again, later”

“I’m sorry, Deni.” Jess whispered

“Stop fuckin saying that!” Nat hissed. She stroked Jess’ cheek, softly. “I’m glad, in a way. I love you both, and I’m glad you can make each other happy. Do you love him?”

Jess thought a minute. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess I do. I love him sort of like you do, I think. I’ve gotten closer to him since your mom left. We’d sometimes talk when you were out, or asleep. But, I’m not his daughter so I think I love him in a different way too. Love love? Happily ever after love? I don’t know. Maybe it depends on him after he wakes up.”

“Mmm, OK.” Denise agreed. “Was it good.”

“Deni!”

“I don’t mean him, really.” Denise was blushing now. “I just meant… that thing. With your ass.”

“Oh God, yes.” Jess enthused. “No one’s ever done that before. It was soo dirty and… whew.”

“I’ve never either.” Denise admitted.

“Mmm, well, if you ever find a man, he might do it for you. I doubt these boys you date would think of it.” Jess whispered, giggling.

“Mmm, I can’t wait.” Nat rolled over and snuggled her bum back into Jess who wrapped an arm around her and kissed the back of her head goodnight.

Chapter Two

Earl woke up in the morning, alone and confused. He felt terrible and remembered the amount of booze he’d drank the night before. He sat up and groaned aloud, unable to move any further for a few moments. The memories of last night came flooding back, no doubt inspired by the smell of rutting left in the room. He groaned again thinking about the mistake he’d made. How the fuck could he have done that to his little girl? Slept with her best friend. Jess wasn’t in the room, so she’d obviously been upset and either gone home or gone to Denise’s room. How the fuck was he supposed to face either of the girls?

He got up and relieved himself in the washroom. As he approached the kitchen he was filled with a sense of dread and relief. He was that much closer to water and ibuprofen, that was good. But he could smell fresh coffee so that meant there was a female in there that he’d have to face, and he wasn’t sure he could do that. He paused at the door before putting on a brave face. When he went in there was no-one there, but the coffee was just finishing it’s drip cycle. Earl put three cups on the counter then poured himself one, after taking his pain relievers and water. He stood there looking out the window, wishing he could go back in time and redo things. Not that he hadn’t enjoyed Jess’ wonderful body, but he’d rather have done without than have to go back to nothing again. Or to have fucked up his daughter’s relationship with her best friend.

Earl was so deep in thought he was surprised when a pair of slim arms came his stomach hugging him. Since he didn’t really know for sure who it was he wasn’t sure how to respond, so he did nothing.

“Good morning, daddy.” He heard Deni whisper.

Earl smiled. He held his coffee high as he turned around, and got a terrific shock. It wasn’t Denise holding him, it was Jess who put her head on his shoulder. Denise was standing right behind her.

Earl tried to step back but the counter was in the way. He tried to move to the side, panic in his eyes, but Jess was holding him too tight.

“Uh, Jess. Hi Deni. Umm. This isn’t,” he waved his hand spilling his coffee. “I mean. Jess, what are you doing?” Finally he stopped and remembered to breath. Jess looked up at him with a smile on her face.

“I told you he’d be silly about it.” Denise said to Jess. “Best to get it all out in the open.”

“I feel like I’ve been bushwhacked.” Earl commented, his throat still tight, but able to breath again.

Jess pulled his lips down to hers and kissed him. She whispered into his ear, “Whatever happens, no regrets, ‘kay?”

Earl nodded, still regretting.

“So, Pumpkin,” Earl squeaked out, using his pet name for Denise. “Have a good night last night?” Jess turned and leaned back beside Earl, each with an arm around the other.

“Not as good as you did, apparently.” Denise answered, grinning. She was leaning back against the other counter sipping her coffee. She was still wearing panties, although slightly more modest ones than the night before for her dad’s sake, and a t-shirt. The white elephant in the room was Jess’ lace panties sitting on the floor in front of the kitchen table.

“Denise, I’m sorry.”

Jess interrupted him, saying to Denise. “He keeps saying that. It’s so cute.”

Nat took another sip of her coffee and picked up her friend’s panties. She took a quick sniff before handing them to her dad. “Here, I believe these are yours. I’m going for a looong soak in the tub. Then I may go back to bed. I’m tired and hung over.” She walked over and gave her dad a big hug, resting her head on his chest. “I love you daddy.” Then she moved over to hug and kiss Jess. “I love you too, Jess.” She padded out of the room without looking back.

Earl and Jess looked at each other for a minute. “We should talk.” Earl said, softly.

Jess nodded. “Yes, we should.” She put her coffee down. “Later though.” She took his coffee from his hands, set it down and lead him to his bedroom. This time they completely undressed and slid into bed. They lay facing each other as they stared into each other’s eyes. Jess examined Earl’s face as if seeing him for the first time. She traced his crow’s-feet with her fingers, and the lines around his mouth, just beginning to form. She whispered, “We’ll have to change these into laugh lines.”

Earl grimaced slightly, reminded of his age. “I’m old Jess. Too old. You need someone younger.” His hand was feeling the soft smooth skin on her shoulder and back.

“Maybe,” Jess agreed. “but for now I need you.”

“I don’t know Jess.”

“I do.” Jess replied curtly. She took his hand from behind her and moved it down her front. Her breath caught when his rough knuckle gouged at her nipple. She pushed his hand down to her groin and lifted her top leg, pushing his hand against her plump wet labia.

“I need you here.” Jess hissed at the contact. “I’ve been wet since we hugged in the kitchen. I’ve never been like this before.” She moved her hand down to feel for Earl’s cock to see if she could get it hard and found it just the way she wanted it, stiff but not rock hard yet. Jess loved feeling a man’s cock harden in her hand, or mouth.

Jess quickly sat up and pushed Earl over on his back. “I know you need this too.” She fisted his hardening meat. She slid her hand up and down, enjoying the sight of it. She looked up his body to his face then traced her eyes back down to his cock. “I don’t know why I never noticed before, but you’re so fuckin hot.” Jess leaned over and kissed the head of his dick, licking at the precum seeping out. She wrapped her lips around one side and kissed and sucked her way down to his pubic hair.

Earl groaned in response to her ministrations, disbelieving the fact that this entrancing young creature could feel that way about him. He was afraid he would wake up and not find her kneeling beside him on the bed with her beautiful breasts hanging down. He reached out and gently palmed one, taking the weight, fondling it. Yup, she’s real. She looked up at him so he could see her tongue delving into his pubic hair. Her voice was hoarse with desire.

“I can still taste us. Me.” Jess closed her eyes and shuddered at the thought, then resumed her sucking and nibbling. When she was finished to her satisfaction she hoisted one leg over him. “I don’t want your headache to get worse. Let me do it.” She stared into his eyes as she lowered her pussy down over his cock. When she sat on his thighs she levered her hips back and forth for a minute closing her eyes with the feeling of his cock moving inside her. “Fuck, Earl. Your dick feels so good in me.” She looked down at him then as she hoisted herself up and got her feet under her, on either side of Earls hips. She squatted up and down then, increasing the tempo. Earl grasped her breasts, handling them harshly this time. He pinched her nipples and roughly rolled them between his fingers. He gripped the meaty belly of each breast and squeezed, twisting them to and fro.

“Oh, Earl. It’s not going to take long, baby.” Jess moaned, slamming herself up and down.

“I know it’s kinda late, but are you on birth control?”

Jess stared into his eyes, her passion evident. She shook her head no as she started to cum. “Oh Earl! Earl! Cum in me! Fill my pussy!” Her eyes closed and her body shook as her orgasm flowed over her.

Earl knew he was being irresponsible, but he’d never had a woman beg to have his baby like that. Denise hadn’t been planned, although she was the best accident Earl ever had. He’d thought over the years that it was entirely possible that he wasn’t even her biological father, although he fully thought of her as his baby.

Earl exploded, thrusting his hips up with the force of his cum, feeling it spill out and overflow her pussy with the sheer volume of it. He roared his release and wrapped his arms around Jess holding her tight to him. Her pussy was still convulsing, milking his seed out. Her lips searched out his and they kissed passionately as their bodies slowly returned control to their minds. Jess stayed on top of Earl, his semi-flaccid penis still inside her, blocking any more leakage of sperm.

Jess rested her head on Earl’s chest, toying with his body hair. She wasn’t sure how she was going to answer the question she knew was coming.

“Why, Jess?” Earl asked, finally.

At first she just shrugged her shoulders and they laid there for a while. Finally she answered, “I can’t say, Earl. I just knew it was right. I’ve never thought about wanting a baby. I’ve never thought about it at all. Last night just happened. But today. The thought of your sperm, making a baby in me.”

Earl felt her body hitch as she stifled a sob. His arms wrapped around her more tightly, soothing motions from his hands on her back. He kissed the top of her head, inhaling her scent. “I love you, Jess. It’s probably too early to say it, but I do. You snuck up on me.”

“Earl, I think I’ve been falling in love with you these last few years. I’ve measured all of my boyfriends against you and they all fall short. So for me, you’re just in time.”

“How do you think Nat will take to being an aunt?” Earl asked. “Do you think she’d want to be your Maid of Honour?”

Jess squealed as she leapt up. “Earl! Really?” Earl nodded.

“Wait.” Jess sobered. “I don’t want to get married because I might be pregnant.” She held her breath waiting to see what he’d say.

“You’re right, Jess. How about this, though. How about we get married, and if you’re not pregnant, we can make sure you get there, fast.”

“No, no. You have to do it right. That’s not a proposal.” Jess got up and shook her head.

“I can’t Jess.” protested Earl. “I don’t have a ring yet.”

Jess jumped up, “Just a minute.” she said before darting out of the room, naked.

Earl shortly heard a squeal from Denise’s room then about three minutes later the two girls came in, with Jess wearing one of Denise’s sun dresses. Thankfully Denise was also dressed but Earl had to scramble, while she turned around, to put shorts and a shirt on. The girls dragged Earl out into the living room. Earl was a little confused until Denise cleared it up.

“Dad,” she looked at him like he was an imbecile, “When people ask where you got engaged, you don’t want to say, ‘In bed after a frantic fuck.’ do you? So now you can say, ‘In the living room, in front of my daughter.'”

“That’s a good idea. Nice.” Earl said then grinned at the girls for a minute. “Uhh, I still don’t have a ring.”

Denise got a worried look on her face as she padded through her pockets until she found what she was looking for. She handed her dad a 1/2ct solitaire diamond ring. “Here’s Grandma’s ring, daddy. You can use it, for now.”

Earl hadn’t seen that ring since his dad had given it to Denise when she was 8 years old. Earl had figured Jill had hocked it.

“My God, Deni. I thought your mother got rid of this.”

Denise was grinning. “Nope. Even at that age I knew better than to leave my valuables out. She asked me about it and I told her she’d already taken it during her last ‘episode’.”

Earl took the ring and got down on one knee. “Jess Crawford. I herby declare my love for you, even though I was slow to realize it. I would be honoured if you would accept this proposal to be my wife.”

Jess allowed him to put the ring on her finger then answered him calmly, although her body language showed she was barely in control of her faculties. “I’ll think about it.” She rose up and walked towards the front door. Earl was dumbfounded. He stayed on his knee and watched as Jess walked away. Just as she got to the door she turned around with a mischievous look on her face.

“I’ve thought about it. Only on one condition.”

“Name it.” Earl urged.

“I get to adopt the brat.” She pointed to Denise.

Denise’s face contorted under the impact of that comment. So similar to her mother’s comment a year previous. But so different in spirit and intent. She looked at her dad, her fist in her mouth holding back her emotions. Earl got up and held Denise as he looked over at Jess and nodded. They all knew it had been a whimsical gesture, but to Denise it meant the world.

Earl and Jess got married 18 months later, 9 months after Mellisa Denise Crawford-Hallowell was born. The party was small with the reception held in a conference room at a local hotel. As people left at the end of the evening no one noticed the small figure dressed in rags panhandling on the street. Fortunately for her, her drug addled brain didn’t recognise her ex-husband and her daughter as they walked away, towards a brighter future.

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