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Dad's Dating AdviceChapter 6 free porn video
Denial is one of the tools we use to stave off acceptance of a gnarly issue. When you feel that scraping grind in the parking lot that means you rubbed up against another vehicle, you can either stop, get out, and go look, or just tell yourself “It’s probably nothing.” Which of those you do all depends on your personality type. Sometimes age is a factor. If the driver is a teenager who’s driving daddy’s borrowed car, they may be very tempted to simply drive home, park the car, and go in as if nothing happened. If they don’t actually see the problem, maybe there won’t be a problem. Maybe nobody will notice. Some wives of historically angry husbands have been known to ignore that scraping, bumping sensation and hope he doesn’t see anything until days later, when she can employ plausible deniability as to when and how something scratched her hubby’s Lexus. For the sake of argument, let us assume that, generally speaking, there are just two kinds of people; those who want to know what happened so they can deal with the issue, and those who want to wish potential problems away or delay facing the music as long as possible.
In the Carpenter household, the person in denial, or at least trying to be in denial, was Bob. At the other end of the spectrum was Barbie. It was a little ironic that the eldest and youngest members of the tribe switched traditional roles.
“Nothing has changed!” insisted Bob. “We’re the same family we always were. It was just one night. Things got carried away. Like Julie said, it was all just to learn a lesson, and you all did learn a lesson, and now we can all go back to the way things used to be.”
“I learned a lot more than some lesson,” said Barbie, who had been shocked to her core at how much she loved having Bobby on top of her, making her helpless, ramming in and out of her lustily. She had never wanted it to stop. She had been aware that his warm, yummy semen was dangerous, that unprotected sex was dangerous, but in those moments, she couldn’t have cared less. What Barbie had learned was that she loved sex, at least with her big brother, and she didn’t plan on going without it in the future. For Barbie, it was simple. Before all this happened, she was a virgin who didn’t have sex. Now she wasn’t. Nothing could change that. Nothing could re-install her virtual virginity. If one of her peers had said, “It’s okay, Barbie. It was just your brother. You didn’t have sex with a regular guy, a stranger, some boy on a date, so you can still tell people you’re technically a virgin,” she’d have laughed. That’s what a denier might say.
“Where were you last night?” asked Barbie, turning to look at Julie. “You didn’t sleep in your bed.”
“You two kept doing it, so I went and slept with Daddy, “ said Julie.
“Did you have sex?” asked the fifteen-year-old who was suddenly much wiser than she’d been only a day before.
“Of course we didn’t have sex,” snorted Julie. “All we did was sleep. We can control ourselves.”
“Oh yeah, you controlled yourself really super well last night when you were chewing on Daddy’s cock like a dog with a bone.”
Bobby sensed a major screaming match in the offing. He’d seen it happen before. And of all the kids, he was oddly equipped best to try to see his father’s point of view. He readily recognized that his sisters were now sexually active young women. That bothered him on one level, because now they might go be sexually active with some punk kid from school. The thought of that made his blood boil. The thought of some random penis rutting in Barbie made him feel like killing something. Actually, though, what was really going on was that it was the thought of any other penis rutting in Barbie that made him see red. He’d been a virgin, too, before Barbie’s scorching pussy had sucked a load out of his balls. And the feelings he’d had for his baby sister while they discovered sexual intercourse together had been just as powerful as what she’d felt for him.
The upshot of it was that Bobby was in love with his younger sister, plain and simple. It wasn’t an acceptable love, not to anyone else, but that didn’t make it less real. At the same time Bobby was only too aware that he could not admit that love to any of his friends, could never walk proudly with her on his arm and publicly claim her as his woman. He understood the dangers, the kind of public outcry that could literally tear their family apart, and felt like he could see things from his father’s perspective.
“Stop!” he ordered, pointing at each of his sisters. “Can’t you see that Dad doesn’t feel good? I need to talk to you. Both of you. Come with me.”
“Who put you in charge?” asked Julie, truculently.
“Nobody. I just want to talk,” said Bobby. “You don’t have to do anything except listen.”
Barbie followed him without a word. Rather than be left out of the conversation, Julie reluctantly went after them. He didn’t take them far, just out of earshot of their father.
“Look,” said Bobby, keeping his voice calm. “A lot happened. Personally, I don’t want to argue about it or fight about it. I want things to work out, and the best way for that to happen is if he can think about it and get used to it.”
“You just want to fuck her again,” sneered Julie.
“Yes,” said Bobby just as calmly. “And I admit I’d like to get you in bed, too. But that’s not what I’m trying to do, right now. He’s freaked out, and a freaked-out parent makes abrupt decisions. Sometimes those abrupt decisions aren’t in line with what we want as his kids. Remember the dog walking idea?”
What he was referring to had originally been Barbie’s idea. She wanted to start a dog walking service to make some money. She’d gotten two clients before one of the dogs she was walking snapped at a man’s leg. Granted, the man had kicked at the dog without provocation, but his complaint and threat to sue Bob had resulted in an instantly made, iron-clad rule that the kids would not work until they graduated from high school. There had been several attempts to get him to change his mind, but he hadn’t.
“Okay, I get it,” said Julie, reluctantly. “And don’t tell me you want to get me in bed. Eww.”
“I can’t help it if you’re a babe,” he said.
“I’m not a babe,” she said, automatically.
“Yes you are,” said Bobby and Barbie together, as if they’d practiced it a hundred times.
“Sometimes I’m jealous of how slim you are,” said Barbie. “You have such pretty boobs, not these big, ugly things,” she said, cupping her own breasts.
“Well that’s just insane,” said Bobby, arching an eyebrow at his younger sister. “Your tits are fantastic. I love your tits.”
“Don’t call them tits,” said Julie. “It sounds ... juvenile.”
He looked at Julie.
“Maybe,” he said. “But yours are gorgeous, too. Last night I felt like I was in some art gallery, where there were statues of beautiful women, except they weren’t statues. I could look at both of you naked all day long.”
“And jerk off,” snorted Julie.
“No, I’d ask you to do what you did to Dad last night,” said Bobby. “I’d beg you to do it. I’d promise you anything if you did it.”
Julie heard, in his tone of voice, much more than what his words were trying to convey. She felt a thrill go through her. She knew, somehow, that he would beg, and the thought of that made her feel something strange, a new kind of power, maybe.
“I don’t think so,” she said, but without any vitriol.
“I’ll do it,” said Barbie. “I want to do it.”
“Don’t be too sure,” said Julie. “It was really, really different.”
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t let Bobby do,” said Barbie. She frowned. “Well, I wouldn’t let him put it in my behind. That’s just nasty.”
“This is what I mean,” said Bobby. “We need to let him think about all this, so that when we talk like this it doesn’t make him lose his mind.”
“I just want to sleep with him again,” said Julie. “Not have sex. Not anything else. Just sleep.”
“That’s fine, but I think Babs and I want more than that.”
“You bet your finely chiseled ass I do,” said Barbie.
“You never talk like that,” said Julie, who was truly shocked.
“That was the old Barbie,” said her little sister. “That girl is gone forever.”
Bob’s denial wasn’t complete, of course. He wasn’t an idiot. Rather, he simply tried to think about something else. If he didn’t think about what had happened, then he didn’t have to decide what to do about it. When his three children trooped back into the kitchen and Julie announced they were “going somewhere, but don’t worry, we’ll be back, in a while,” he thought it would help. He stared at Julie’s nipple dents as she told him this, and if she was somewhere else, then he wouldn’t be able to do that. He looked away, in fact, before they left, but his eyes only landed on Barbie’s big boobs. He’d wondered about them in the past, before this all happened. Such large breasts on such a short girl made it difficult not to think about it. Now, though, he’d seen them naked, swaying around delightfully as she bounced around on top of Bobby, while Bobby’s adolescent penis invaded her adolescent pussy. You can’t un-see something like that.
The problem was that, after the kids left, he didn’t want to “un-see” any of it. All he could think about was Julie’s mouth on his penis, sucking so deliciously, and Bobby’s penis inside Barbie, spurting so dangerously. He wanted to put his penis in Julie. And Barbie. He knew he shouldn’t, but he really wanted to.
So he dropped his shorts right there in the kitchen and masturbated, spurting in his hand when the time came.
It helped a little.
But eventually the kids came back home.
And his mind was bombarded with the images again.
Where the three teens had gone was to a park two blocks away from their house. It had a playground in it, designed primarily for children up to roughly age ten or eleven, but the girls didn’t mind sitting in too-small swing seats. Bobby just watched them. His cock was hard in his shorts, but that wasn’t anything unusual to him. His cock got hard all the time.
What was unusual, and what he confronted quite honestly, was that his relationship with his sisters had changed on a level that was life-altering. It was almost like they were entirely different girls, as he watched them swing slowly and discuss what had happened. They didn’t talk to him, or even really seem to notice him all that much, but he leaned against one tall leg of the swing set and just watched them contentedly. He looked at Barbie for a while. She looked the same, and walked the same and sounded the same. But now he knew another side of her, a side that reached for his hard prick and dragged it to her sexual portal, encouraging him to fuck her.
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