Grey
This is all real depressing, and I completely understand that. I'm older now. I'm not trying to make you cry over here. I'm just trying to explain to you how I became a father.
Wait, what? I know that's what you're asking yourself.
Yeah, sort of. I mean, I'm technically a big brother, but Emily was young, and over time she started calling me Daddy. I think it was easier for the both of us. You go to a parent-teacher conference for your younger sister, because you're her guardian now, and it's kind of like, what the fuck am I supposed to say?
Do I explain the whole drunk driver accidental death thing? I really don't want to bring that up again. So I just introduce myself as Emily's dad, and Emily starts calling me, Daddy, and I get that might sound kind of weird, but whatever. I'm doing my best over here.
When Emily started going to high school, she met this girl named Fiona. They became best friends pretty quick, too. Emily had a hard time making friends before that, but she made friends with Fiona in like... a day. They were always together after that. Fiona starts hanging out at our house all the time. It's cool. Whatever.
I wasn't supposed to hear it, but I overheard her talking to Emily about her mom once. Apparently it's kind of bad over there. Not all mom's are created equally, and not all dad's are the best, which is evident by the fact that Fiona's left her and her mom before she was born. Great guy, obviously.
And... instead of explaining my own kind of screwed up situation to Fiona's mom when Fiona wanted to sleep over or come over or do whatever, I ended up introducing myself as Emily's dad. Same thing as with the teachers. It's just easier, alright? Don't fucking judge me.
Fiona knew, though. Emily and her share everything. Literally everything, as you're about to witness.
"Can I call him Daddy, too?" Fiona asks Emily one day. They're just sitting in the living room, doing homework while listening to music.
"I don't know. I think so?" Emily says to her.
I'm sitting there doing work on my laptop, but nobody's asking me what I think, so I just keep at it.
Until Emily says, "Grey, can Fiona call you Daddy, too?"
"Uh, I guess so?" I say.
In my head I'm thinking this is just two teenage girls being weird and the fun is going to die down quick. If you just give in and accept it, they'll get bored faster, it won't be entertaining anymore, and they'll move on.
Right? I'm not crazy thinking that, am I? Pretty fucking sure that's how it works.
"Alright, Daddy," Fiona says, curling her tongue around the word.
Emily laughs like they're sharing a joke. Fiona giggles, too. It doesn't take long for them to go back to their homework, though. That's it then? I don't have to deal with this anymore?
Good. Real fucking good. Because I don't know if I can. There's something about the way Fiona said it, and the way she looked at me, and... with her lips quirked into this wicked grin while she looked up at me under her lashes and her voice took on this teasing, sexual tone.
Holy shit. I don't think my cock has ever twitched that hard before.
To be fair, I never had much of a chance to date while growing up. I had to take care of Emily, remember? Now that she could sort of take care of herself, I was trying to get back into the swing of it, but it's not like it's easy. You try going from having a high school girlfriend to a bunch of quickly failing relationships while attempting to go to college, run a new company what with your parents giving it to you in their will, taking care of a six year old for eight years until she's mostly able to take care of herself, and...
Let's add the fact that with Fiona over here all the time, she had a serious knack for popping up at the worst possible moment whenever I had a girl over. I swear this girl has a sixth sense. I'm sitting on the couch watching a movie with some girl I met last week, and things are progressing, or I think they're going to, and I'm about to go in for a kiss, and...
Fiona shows up. To be fair, Emily does, too. Sort of ruins the mood, you know? I can't exactly complain about being cockblocked by my sister and her friend, though.
Except then Fiona starts calling me Daddy, so...
New scenario for you:
I'm making dinner with another girl, and Fiona and Emily are out. This is going well. I'm making out with this girl while we're waiting for the timer on the oven to go off. We've got a few minutes. It's getting hot and heavy. I lift her onto the counter, she wraps her legs around me.
Suddenly she whispers, "By the way, Grey... I'm not wearing any panties..."
Which is basically my cue to unzip my pants, pull out my cock, and fuck her on the counter. Right? Which I'm doing! Or I'm trying to. This is going places.
And then Emily and Fiona come home early. Fuck. I zip my pants back up and slide the girl I'm with off the counter. She fixes her skirt, but looks pretty fucking annoyed. I get it. I feel the same.
"Hi, Daddy!" Emily says, skipping into the kitchen.
"We're home, Daddy," Fiona adds. I swear she just says this because I'm with a girl.
Also, my cock twitches right then, too. Fuck.
"Ummm..." the girl says, obviously confused. "You didn't tell me you had kids?"
"No, uh... this is my sister," I tell her. "My sister and her best friend. It's..."
It's complicated, which is why I didn't get into it yet. I was going to, I swear, but can't I just have one night to myself?
If that's not the worst, you know what else is complicated? I had to raise Emily by myself for eight years, I had to deal with having almost no dating life, and then getting cockblocked by my sister and her best friend for another four years. And now, after all of that?
Emily's eighteen. She's an adult now, I guess. Something like that.
Fiona's eighteen, too. And she keeps hanging around my house, going swimming, wearing a bikini, wearing the skimpiest fucking pajamas I've ever seen. Legs for days, the poutiest fucking lips, eyes I could stare into forever if I didn't stop myself, curves in all the right places.
And she still calls me Daddy.