Shortly after selling our tech company last year, my wife succumbed to her ongoing battle with cancer. Since then, my two girls and I have depended on one another to overcome this disastrous misfortune. When they began their senior year of high school began, I told them to concentrate on their studies and extracurricular activities. I would maintain both the exterior and interior of the house. They were to be responsible for keeping their bedrooms clean. Occasionally, I would ask for help.
Lexi, and Brooke are eighteen-year-old twins who received full college scholarships. They have maintained a straight-A grade average since their freshman year. Next year Lexi will be going to Duke University for Marine Biology, while Brooke will be attending the Massachusetts Institute of Technology for Mechanical Engineering.
Our lives had gradually started to resemble some form of normalcy. Brooke was on the basketball and softball teams. Lexi was on the cross-country and track teams. Our family movie nights on Saturdays resumed, and the girls started having friends over more often, even hosting sleepovers.
When there was a sleepover, I’d make myself scarce and retire to my study. I would check on the girls and replenish the snacks every so often. I couldn’t help but notice those youthful, lithe bodies, and I’m sure my girls saw me noticing. After one particular sleepover, my daughters began dressing more provocatively around the house. If that wasn’t tempting enough, they started flirting with me. I surprised myself by allowing it to continue. What was even more surprising was that I responded to their advances. I shouldn’t have allowed this to continue and decided that the next movie night, I’d end it.
Saturday night
After dinner, the girls excused themselves. “Daddy, we’re going to get ready for the movie,” Lexi said.
“Okay, I’ll make the popcorn, and you girls can take the pop and napkins into the living room.”
They disappeared, and I set about making popcorn with butter. When I finished, there was enough for two full bowls. So, bowls in hand, I headed toward the living room. Being the first one there, I set one bowl on the end table and the other on the coffee table. Just as I sat down on the sofa, the girls walked in.
“Daddy, see anything you like?” Brooke said, standing there in a crop top with short sleeves, a plunging scoop neckline and cut-off shorts. Unfortunately, the cut-offs did little to conceal her camel toe or the way her ass cheeks were barely covered.
“I think he does, Brooke. He can’t look away.” Lexi said. She wore a striped cami top with a plunging scoop neckline and matching shorts.
Well, daddy, say something,” Brooke said,
“You both look hot. I mean beautiful.”
“It’s okay if you think we’re hot,” Brooke said as they performed a pirouette before taking their places for the movie.
Brooke sat on the floor, between my legs with a bowl of popcorn. Joining me on the sofa, Lexi sat beside of me. I held the other bowl of popcorn in my lap. As we watched “Star Trek Into Darkness,” I found myself in a quandary. ‘Should I allow the flirting and the girls’ provocative choice of clothing, or do and say nothing? My moral side said stop this, and the suppressed male urged me to go with the flow.’
The answer was not obvious as my eyes darted back and forth from one daughter to another. The girls were too into the movie to notice me checking out their cleavage and smooth, toned legs. Thank God the bowl in my lap hid the ever growing-boner inside my nylon athletic shorts.
When the movie ended, the girls shifted their attention back to me. They were on their knees facing me when Lexi removed the empty bowl from my lap. While she set the bowl on the end table, I said, “Girls, the flirting and provocative outfits you wear must stop. It’s morally inappropriate for family members to behave this way with one another.”
“But Daddy, don’t you enjoy the attention and how we dress for you?” Brooke said, running her hands along my calves.
“That’s not the point.”
“Well, something tells me otherwise,” Lexi said, pointing a finger in the direction of my crotch.
For a brief moment, everyone was silent. The girls couldn’t help but stare at the prominent bulge concealed by my shorts. When Lexi reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded envelope. “Here, daddy, this will clear things up.”
I took the envelope and opened it. The letter inside was from my wife.
“When did you get this, Lexi?”
“A week before she passed away, we were both there,” Brooke said, stroking my left arm.
“After discussing the contents of the letter, with mom, we agreed,” Lexi said, stroking my right arm.
I opened the letter...
Jim,
You will always be my husband, soulmate, and friend. You have made me the happiest woman in the world, and I cherished every moment we had. I will be waiting for you, and in the meantime, enjoy life to the fullest and take care of our beautiful girls.
I have given them permission to get navel piercings. Lexi convinced me to let her get a script tattoo. I would look at it as something they could earn if they kept up their hard work in school.
Most importantly I was hesitant to ask the girls this, but I couldn't have been happier when I did. I have asked them, and they've agreed to take care of ALL your needs until you meet someone. Jim, I can see you in my mind and your reaction to my request. I want the best for our girls, and there could not be a better person to initiate them than you. Put aside your so-called morals and do your duty for our girls. And yes, I expect you to get back on that horse and meet someone when you're ready.
All my love,
Krissy
I looked up from reading the letter. The girls had stopped stroking my arms and calves. I had two anxious faces looking at me, and Brooke said, “Daddy, what do you think?”
“I need time to give some serious thought to this.”
“We understand, Daddy. We will abide by whatever decision you make.” Lexi said before kissing my cheek. “Good night, daddy.”
Brooke stood, bent forward, and kissed my forehead. “Good night, Daddy.”
I sat there in disbelief about what had just transpired while I watched my beautiful girls head upstairs.
Summer Vacation
It had been three weeks since I was given the letter from my wife. The flirting between the three of us was low-keyed, yet they continued wearing provocative outfits around the house. There was no more mention of the girls agreeing with their mother to take care of All my needs.
The girls graduated with high honors. They have their piercings, and Lexi got her script tattoo. But, of course, the agreement between my wife and our daughters weighed heavily on my mind
It was the first day of summer and already 85 degrees. I dove into the cool, refreshing water of our in-ground pool. When I surfaced at the shallow end, the girls stood there in their new bikinis. Except for the color, they were identical. Lexi’s was white, while Brooke’s was peach. The tops had two halves and were tied together in front. I could not tear my eyes from the amount of cleavage displayed to me.