6 - Grey
Fiona comes back downstairs smiling, but there's a hint of reluctance in her eyes, too. Yeah, look, I know she's completely naked. Trust me, I'm more than aware of this fact. That doesn't mean I don't notice the rest of her, too. Now's not the time to go screwing around and being a caveman. We can do that later.
I start to ask her what's wrong, but then I realize I should probably keep quiet. What's wrong? Isn't it obvious? She's going to a frat party with my sister. I'm kind of an expert when it comes to Fiona and Emily, and neither of them has been to a party as long as I've known them, and I've known my sister her entire life, so I'm basically an authority on this. They went to some high school dances and did whatever there, but that's it. They went to prom, too. Actual parties, though? Yeah, uh... do you even know Fiona and my sister?
I get that I have a sort of kinky fucked up relationship thing going on with Fiona at the moment, but that doesn't change the fact that they're basically the “goodest girls” in the entire world, to use a term someone very special to me used recently. Mostly. Fiona has her moments, but they're reserved for me and me alone, and I'm pretty much fine with that one. Not going to hear any complaints from me.
Anyways, point being, these girls would have problems getting into trouble even if they tried. And trust me, Fiona's tried. I don't even know how she convinced me to be her cohort in supreme troublemaking here, because, uh... yeah, she's too good. Probably too good for me, which I don't like admitting.
I'm going to be good to her too, though. I'm making it my entire fucking life's mission and if anyone tries to fuck that up, well... just don't. You don't want to know what's going to happen. I'll keep Emily safe, too. Emily's just different, though. She's my sister, so her charms aren't exactly the same as Fiona's.
“Daddy?” Fiona asks, watching me from the master bathroom door.
“What's up, baby girl?” I ask her, tossing a reassuring smile her way for good measure.
“Can I have a hug before we take a shower?”
“What? Yes. Fiona, what's wrong?”
She smiles brightly as I fret and worry over her. Look, she doesn't need a reason for me to give her a hug. I'll hug this girl as much as I can. All fucking day, I don't even care. I just... I don't fucking know. I worry. I worry about a lot of stupid shit as far as Fiona's concerned, and there's plenty of times where I forget everything and just give in to the moment, but I don't think I can ever stop worrying about her.
I'm “Daddy” to her and I take this shit seriously. You have no fucking idea how much it means to her. It means a ton to me, too.
I take two strong strides and I'm at her side, standing in the doorway with her. She wraps her arms around me and hugs me tight. I blanket her in a hug, squeezing her close. We're naked, and my cock knows this, but I'm not going to let that ruin the moment.
“I wish you could come to the party with me,” Fiona says, her face tight against my chest.
It has the added effect of squishing her more than adequate breasts tight against me, too. My cock twitches in response as if to say, “Pussy, please?” but I ignore it for now.
“Yeah, I don't think that one's going to fly,” I say, grinning down at her. I kiss the top of her head, and when she looks up at me I kiss the tip of her nose, too. “Pretty sure Emily wouldn't be a fan, either.”
“What if we told her?” Fiona asks, a flash of something in her eyes.
“When?” I ask, going along with this 'what if?' scenario we're letting play out.
“Let's text her right now!”
“Right now?” I ask, laughing. “I don't know if a text will work. Seems like something we should talk with her about in person. What's gotten you so excited?”
She tosses her shoulders up into a little shrug while still hugging me tight. Basically it's the cutest fucking thing in the entire world. How the fuck are you so amazing, Fiona? I don't even know.
“I guess,” she says, scrunching up her nose. “I just think it'd be fun if you could go to the party as my date.”
“Not sure I can pass as a college student,” I say. “I'm not saying it wouldn't be fun, though. You want to go on real dates sometime? Regular ones?”
“Is that alright?” she asks, biting her bottom lip.
“What? Yeah, of course it is, baby girl. I just... I don't know.”
“You think people are going to think it's weird that we're dating,” she says, reading my mind.
“That, and the fact that you call me Daddy,” I say.
“I can call you Grey if you want?” she says. “In the open, I mean. Um, maybe not at yoga because I already call you Daddy there, but they know you're not my actual dad so I don't think that's a big deal.”
“So, I have a real fucking mixed opinion on that,” I say, probably sounding harsher than I mean to.
Fiona grins up at me, which is basically a grin that could incite a saint to do the devil's work if I ever saw one. Fuck, man. This girl...
“Why?” she asks, cute and innocent.
And that's the thing. She's cute and innocent and the sweetest girl in the world, and then somehow I end up naked in bed with her and I'm fucking the shit out of her. I don't even fucking know how this works. Seriously, no fucking clue...
“I really fucking like when you call me Daddy,” I say, matter-of-fact.
“Me too,” she says. “I like when you call me your good girl or baby girl, too. I want to be Daddy's good girl a lot.”
“You are, baby girl,” I say, bringing an immediate shining smile to her face.
“If you make me mad I'm going to call you Grey, though!” she warns, giving me a silly smirk. “Daddy's only for when you're good.”
“Oh yeah?” I counter. “Well, you're only my good girl when you're good, too. And if you're bad I'm gonna spank your ass until it's red.”
“Noooooo!” she pouts, making a funny face at me. “Not my butt.”
“Don't worry. I'll kiss it better after.”
“With your tongue?” she asks. “Between my legs? And then with your cock? On my clit, sliding it back and forth before putting it inside me?”
“Well yeah, obviously,” I say, like this doesn't even need to be asked.
“Alright, but I'll do my best to be your good girl so you don't have to spank me and you can still do all of the rest of that. But you can spank me a little, alright? That's up to you, Daddy...”
“I know,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. “I'll take care of you, Fiona. If you ever want to slow down or stop, let me know, though. I've got some other ideas we can try out sometime, too.”
“Like the grocery store?” she asks, a greedy fire in her eyes.
“You liked that, huh?” I ask, laughing.
She nods, faster than fast. “I was going to say we could do that for the party, but then I don't want to be like that when other people are around me but you aren't. But if we go to the party together...”
“You really want me to go to this party, huh?” I say, just stating the facts.
“I would really really like it,” she says, nodding just once this time. “I know you probably can't, but maybe for another party?”
“Whoa, holy shit, you want to go to more than one party?” I ask, teasing her.
“Yup! And you're going to go with me!” she says, letting out a cute little cackle. “Mua ha ha!”
“Hey, calm down there, what kind of good girl are you?”
“I'm Daddy's good girl,” she says without even thinking.
“Good answer,” I say, smiling and giving her a gentle kiss on the lips. “Let's shower and get dressed.”
“Can I give you a blowjob in the shower and can you cum down my throat?” she asks, as innocently as if she just asked me if I would go to church with her on Sunday.
“Fiona,” I say with a growl, fighting against my inner caveman. “We need to get things done today, especially if we're going to go visit Emily for this Valentine's Day party in a couple days.”
“Alright...” Fiona says, pouty. “But maybe can I give you a really quick blowjob in the shower? And then you cum down my throat and I swallow it all like a good girl?”
Yeah, so, this isn't my finest moment. I don't know what to tell you. What the fuck do you want me to do? I've got this perfect girl clinging to me like I'm the only man in the world, the only one she even wants to have in her world, and she's over here batting her eyelashes at me, telling me she'll be a good girl, and asking if she can give me a quick blowjob in the shower and then swallow every last drop of it.
Like I said, not my finest moment. I'm not proud of what I do, but it's done, or it's about to be done, and...
“Fast,” I say, like I'm telling her she can have one cookie before dinner, but that's it.
Seriously, I'm going to Hell. I know this, but I can't seem to stop. Oh well. Fuck it.
True to her word, Fiona gives me a really quick blowjob in the shower. What the fuck was that? Three or four minutes? Who the fuck taught this girl to swallow a cock like that? I mean, I did, and... yeah, again, I'm going to Hell, probably.
Seriously, though. Holy fucking shit.
I almost forget about the fact that I told her she could go to the Valentine's Day party after that. Almost. It's only a few days, though. We'll get to that part soon, but for now I want to wash Fiona's hair. I love the way she makes this little mewling sound like she's a goddamn kitten whenever I gently massage her scalp. Her eyes close and she struggles to stand upright, gently leaning back against me or else pushing forward against the wall of the shower, just kind of wobbling back and forth like that.
Fuck. I love this girl so much. Fiona's mine in every possible way and I'm never going to let anything or anyone change that.
I just... I want her to have fun, too. I know I missed out on a lot when I was growing up. I needed to take care of Emily. I don't regret it. My sister is the only close family I have left and I wouldn't give that up for the world. Maybe I didn't get the standard “new adult” college or life experiences that other people had, but I did my best.
Fiona doesn't have those same restrictions and I refuse to force her into them. That doesn't mean I'm going to give her up. I tried to fucking tell her to go live her life, and she just clung to me tighter, so what the fuck do you want me to do? She wants to do this, though. She wants to go to this college party, and go to college, and I have no fucking clue what else.
We'll figure it out. Together. I'll be here to protect her, no matter what. I'll always be there.
I promise.