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If I had the guts to tell them that the conversation was getting boring, I would’ve. But I didn’t wanna piss them off and change their minds about continuing what we didn’t finish last night.

  I just sat there, listening to their conversation but started to drift away with my thoughts. I stabbed the cake with my fork and crumbled it all up on my plate while I chewed on my bottom lip.

  Not sure what they were waiting for when I was sitting there, ready for them to take this dress off me.

  The doorbell rang, and I sat up straight, wondering who it was. “Jesus…” Dad muttered as he got up from the couch, then he walked over to the front door.

  “Am I interrupting something?” I recognized Luke’s voice, and I turned to look at Theo who had his eyes set on me.

  He was leaning back in the same spot he was sitting in last night, and I smiled at him, setting my plate down on the coffee table next to my empty cup.

  He returned the smile, then looked up at Luke and Dad who were walking into the living room. “Did we just summon the devil?” Theo joked, greeting Luke with a handshake.

  “Guess we did,” Dad replied, sitting down next to me again.

  “Hey, pretty girl,” Luke said to me, and I smiled up at him.

  “Hi, Luke.”

  I didn’t mind Luke being here…I just hoped he would leave again soon. Or maybe he could join in on the fun.

  “I was in the area. Delilah kicked me out for a few hours. Said I was ruining the kids’ night routine. I was just trying to make going to bed fun, but she wasn’t having it,” he said with a low chuckle.

  “How old are your kids?” I asked, wanting to take part in the conversation. Meanwhile, Dad pulled the blanket over my legs, not wanting Luke to see my uncovered thighs. My dress had ridden up as I sat down, and neither of them minded before their friend came.

  “My daughter’s four, my son’s almost three. I guess being a fun parent isn’t a thing anymore,” he sighed.

  “I think Delilah’s just stressed. When’s the last time you two went out on a date? Or when’s the last time you let her go out with her friends?” Theo asked.

  “You think I didn’t offer her to go out? She literally doesn’t want to leave the kids. Instead, she pushed me away. I’m staying at my penthouse at the moment. Not sure how long I can go on with this. She probably fell out of love with me a while ago. I can feel it,” he said.

  Hearing someone say that was sad. And although I didn’t know what was really going on in his life, I felt bad for him. He was trying to be a good father, but he didn’t get much in return.

  “Sorry to hear, Luke,” I told him with a soft smile, and he gave me a smile back.

  “It’s fine. I guess I’ll have to figure things out. Talk to her,” he said.

  “Want a beer?” Dad asked, and Luke nodded again.

  “I’ll get it.” Theo got up and walked back to the kitchen to get three beers, and when he came back, he handed two of them over for Dad and Luke to take.

  This could take another while, so I made myself a little more comfortable by stretching out my legs over Dad’s legs.

  He gave me a warning glance, and I raised an eyebrow. Can’t a daughter cuddle up to her dad without causing any problems?

  *

  Time passed, and Luke still hadn’t left. Their conversation moved into a whole other direction, and they started talking about economics. I learned that Luke not only was the CEO of a security firm, but he also taught economics at a high school, for students who wanted to go off to college and study that subject.

  I hated economics.

  I could feel Theo’s eyes on me the whole time, and they burned through my skin. I knew what he was thinking, but he couldn’t just make Luke leave.

  Same with Dad. He at one point pushed his hand under the blanket, rubbing his thumb along my leg and here and then he pulled my leg against the bulge in his pants, showing me just how hard he was already.

  Tough luck, I thought. Looks like he won’t be getting a blowjob from me tonight unless Luke left.

  I loved how much Dad wanted me, and I knew Theo had an idea about what was happening under that blanket.

  I kept my eyes on Theo while I ran my hand through Dad’s hair at the back of his head. Luke was sitting on the recliner next to our left, but he kept his eyes mostly on the tv in front of him while he talked, seemingly spaced out.

  But he kept the conversation going, and I moved closer to Dad. I felt him squeeze my leg, then he gave me another of his warning glances.

  I rolled my eyes and sighed, looking down at the blanket.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Rhett

  I couldn’t kick Luke out. He had some shit he needed to get off his back, and as his friends, Theo and I didn’t want to make him feel even worse just because we wanted to fuck Birdie.

  Her leg has been pressing against my dick all evening, and while her hand was brushing through my hair, I made sure Luke didn’t see anything that could make him feel uncomfortable.

  As his phone rang, he got up from the recliner and pulled it out of his front pocket, then picked up after letting us know it was Delilah.

  He took a few steps toward the big windows in the living room and looked outside. I kept my eyes on him for a second, then turned to look into Birdies’ eyes. But just as I was going to tell her that tonight was probably not happening, her mouth crashed onto mine.

  “Shit,” Theo mumbled, watching Birdie kiss me like she was trying to suck all the air out of me.

  I gripped her jaw with one hand, squeezing it tight but not breaking the kiss. I growled, then pushed my tongue into her mouth and licked hers. That was all she’d get though. It was too risky.

  I moved my index finger over her cheek, and as I leaned back to break the kiss, I dipped my finger into her mouth. She immediately sucked on it, with her big blue eyes glued on mine.

  “Not tonight, baby bird,” I whispered, glancing over at Luke who was still looking outside the window. I heard him sigh a few times, and at that moment I hope his wife would tell him to go back home because she had calmed herself down again.

  Birdie’s tongue swirled around my finger, and I pushed it deeper into her mouth until he had to pull back before she made a gagging sound.

  “Go upstairs, Birdie,” I told her, pulling my finger out of her mouth, and nodding towards the stairs.

  She pouted and her anger was not to miss. She had a deep frown between her brows, and after she pulled the blanket off her legs, she got up and mumbled something under her breath. I didn’t understand what she said, but then I didn’t really care.

  Luke had just hung up the phone and walked back to the couches as I sat up straight and tried not to look like I had just kissed my twisted little daughter.

  Theo

  “Say good night, Birdie,” Rhett told her, and she let out a sigh.

  “Good night, Luke,” she told him, then turned to me and walked my way. Watching her kiss her father like it was nothing made me want to take her upstairs and fuck her hard. She was a little daredevil, and they both were lucky that Luke hadn’t turned around to watch them kiss.

  “Good night, Uncle Theo,” she said sweetly as she stopped in front of me, leaning down give me a good night kiss.

  I thought she was going for my cheek, but because Luke had no chance seeing what she was doing because she was blocking his view, Birdie pressed her lips onto mine.

  It was a quick peck, but still a little dangerous. As she straightened her back again, she smiled at me. How I wish I could’ve just taken her down onto the couch and rip that dress off her.

  “Good night,” I managed to say before she walked upstairs.

  I kept my eyes on her ass, watching that dress move side to side while she took each step by walking on her tiptoes.

  As I turned my head, Luke’s eyes were in the exact spot mine had been seconds ago. He enjoyed watching Birdie, and I didn’t blame him.

  Luke

  I’m a smart man. I went to Col
umbia to study economics. I built my own damn business from the ground up, and I managed to teach classes at the local college while also making sure my firm was running smoothly. On top of that, I had a beautiful wife who changed her mind every two hours, and two beautiful kids which I adored

  I wasn’t stupid. But my two best friends must think so.

  They thought I hadn’t noticed Rhett using his own daughter’s foot and leg to get his dick rubbed under that blanket.

  They also thought I hadn’t noticed his own damn daughter kiss him when I was on the phone with my wife, and Rhett sticking his finger so deep into her mouth she almost gagged.

  I saw it all through the window reflecting the three of them while I talked to my wife. But the thing that fucked me up the most, was the fact that I enjoyed watching that sweet seventeen-year-old be all up in her father’s business.

  Theo was enjoying it too, cupping his dick as he watched them kiss. I felt my own dick twitch, and I wished I were in on their little secret too.

  Although I would never do shit like that with my daughter, something about Birdie intrigued me. She wasn’t like all those other teenagers I taught in high school. She was mature, gave out “fuck me” smiles whenever she got the chance to and showed off her perfect body with as little fabric on as possible.

  I was a smart man…but I wanted in on whatever the three of them had going on. Birdie wasn’t being groomed by my best friends. She wasn’t being abused. I could tell by the way she initiated everything. She wanted them to touch her.

  I couldn’t just ask them about it though, so I switched those thoughts off.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Birdie

  I was acting like a brat. I didn’t get what I wanted that four nights ago, and I didn’t get it three nights ago either.

  As the days passed, I somehow lost interest in Dad. Not because I wasn’t attracted to him anymore, but because he didn’t even try and get close to me. He had to work, yes. But at dinner, he wouldn’t even look at me.

  He was exhausted, and I didn’t want to make him do things he was too tired for. Theo didn’t show up in these last two days, and I had no idea why. Maybe he had to work…or maybe Dad told him not to come because he wasn’t in the mood to finally fuck his daughter.

  I was sitting on the couch, watching a documentary on Netflix as Dad walked into the living room in just his boxer briefs and damp hair.

  “We’re having a barbecue tonight. Theo and Luke will come over. Luke will bring his wife,” he told me.

  “His wife?” I asked. “What about his kids?”

  “Not sure if they’ll bring them. Luke said he’ll try to find a babysitter. I got enough meat for everyone though,” he said, then nodded to the tv. “Wanna turn that off and go get a shower? You’re still in your pajamas,” he pointed out.

  That wasn’t a problem a while ago. I stayed in my pajamas for days.

  Something was off about him today, but I was going to listen and do what he wanted me to. “Yes, Daddy,” I said, switching off the tv and getting up from the couch.

  “Don’t you think we’re past that? You calling me Daddy?” he asked, surprising me with his words. I tilted my head to the side and looked at him with a raised brow.

  “Does it bother you?” I asked.

  He shrugged, carefully eyeing me. “Doesn’t it bother you? After all we’ve done, don’t you think it would be appropriate for you to call me by my name instead of labeling me as your dad?”

  “What are you on about?” I asked, now frowning at him. “You’re still my dad. And I would like to keep calling you that.”

  I didn’t think it was strange at all. It’s how I’ve always called him, and just because I sucked his dick doesn’t mean I was going to call him by his name.

  “Okay,” he replied calmly, then nodded to the stairs. “Go on. They’ll be here in an hour.”

  I kept my eyes on him for another second, then walked upstairs to shower.

  That was weird. There was obviously something bothering him. But again…I wasn’t going to dive deeper into it. If he needed some time to find out what was going on between us and how he had to handle it, that was fine by me. I was patient.

  *

  Because it was a little get together with Dad’s friends, I decided wearing another dress was acceptable for tonight. This time, I picked out the white floral dress that hung in the very back of my closet.

  It fit me like a glove, and I loft how flowy it was from my waist down. I looked pretty in dresses. I would have to buy a few more.

  I got downstairs and heard voices coming from our garden. As I approached them, I saw that olive-skinned, tall, and handsome man stand next to Dad by the grill, and he smiled at me as he saw me walk towards them.

  “Ah, there she is,” Luke said, pulling his wife next to him. She was holding their son, who had the same complexion as his father. Delilah was a very pretty woman, with wild curly hair and full lips. Her eyes were a dark gray, which was unusual for someone with that complexion, but she was stunning.

  “Delilah, this is Rhett’s daughter, Birdie,” Luke said, and I held out my hand for her to shake.

  “Nice to meet you, Delilah,” I said with a smile, and she returned it.

  “You too. I’ve heard a lot about you. That’s a pretty dress,” she told me, and although she was probably in her early forties, I got along with her immediately.

  “I like yours too,” I replied, then smiled at the little boy in her arms. “And who’s this handsome little guy?” I asked, softly brushing the back of my index finger along his little arm.

  “This is West,” Delilah said, then pointed to her daughter playing with Theodore at the table. “And that little girl there is Ava, our daughter.”

  “You make some beautiful babies,” I chuckled, letting West pull on a strand of my hair. “Haw!” he called out, pulling at it slightly.

  I laughed and nodded. “Yes, that’s my hair,” I said, and Delilah handed him over without hesitation.

  “I think he likes you,” she grinned, and I laughed as West grabbed another fistful of my hair. I might not be good at conversating with people my age, but little kids and adults were okay. Besides, West was a cutie, and I didn’t mind him pulling at my hair until they almost fell out.

  “Ava!” West called out and pointed to his sister. I looked over at her and walked her direction, with Theo’s eyes on me as I approached them.

  Delilah followed us and sat next to Ava, running her hand through her locks which resembled her own. “Ava, say hi to Birdie.”

  Ava looked up with a doll in her hand, then waved at me with it. “Hi, Birdie,” she said.

  “Hello, Ava. It’s nice to meet you,” I replied, then let West go back to his mother’s arms. I looked over at Theo who had a small smile on his lips, and he nodded to acknowledge me.

  I smiled back, knowing that he wasn’t angry or annoyed with me. Just like Dad, he probably had to think about what we had done those nights, and I was going to be patient with both of them.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Birdie

  Dinner was nice. We all sat outside at the big table and ate all the steaks and sausages Dad put on the barbecue. He also had some corn on the cob, and other veggies he grilled. It was delicious, and since I was sitting on the far end of the table, I didn’t get a chance to tease Dad or Theo with my feet or hands under the table. I was being good, but only because I had to.

  Delilah sat next to me and on the other side of me there was Ava, eating with the help of her dad. My plate was clean and I got up to wash my hands in the kitchen.

  “Will you get us another round of beer, Birdie?” Dad asked, and I nodded. “Of course.”

  I walked into the house and went straight to the kitchen sink to clean my hands and mouth. I love a good barbecue, and I wished we could’ve had one each day. It was nice having guests over, although I still couldn’t get all those thoughts out of my mind about Dad and Theo touching me.

  Af
ter drying my hands, I went to the fridge and got another six-pack of beer out. “Everything all right?”

  Luke’s voice made me jump. I didn’t hear him come in. I turned to look at him and smiled. “Yes, do you need anything?” I asked, closing the fridge behind me, and holding the beer in my arms.

  “No, I’m good,” he replied. His eyes moved down to my lips, then over my breasts until they stopped right where my dress ended. I let him check me out because in all honesty…I missed being looked at like he was looking at me.

  Dad didn’t really bother looking at me after a long day at work, and Theo didn’t show since that night. I smiled, letting him enjoy every inch of my body.

  “Birdie!” I heard a small voice call out, and I knew Ava was ready to continue playing with her dolls. I smiled at Luke. “I’m wanted out there,” I told him, and before I started to walk past him, I held the six-pack against my hip so it was easier to carry it.

  As I stepped closer to him, he put his hand flat on my stomach and held me back so I couldn’t leave the kitchen. I looked down at my hand, then up into his eyes.

  “You look beautiful tonight,” he whispered, lowering his head until his lips touched my cheek. He planted a soft kiss, then moved his hand to my waist, taking the beer off me.

  And just like that, the tingles between my thighs were back. How was it possible that I was attracting three men at once, and all of them were thirty or more years older than me?

  Poor Delilah…I wonder if she’s still getting it from Luke.

  I smiled at him. “Thank you,” I replied, then ran my fingers down his chest. “You’re quite the handsome guy yourself,” I added in a whisper, and the little sick-minded girl I was, I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his jaw. He was slightly taller than the other two, and thanks to his wide shoulders he seemed even bigger when he stood in front of me like that.

  “Birdie!” I heard Ava call out to me again, and I gave Luke one more smug grin before leaving the kitchen.