A jealous daughter

"Hey dad," Karina says, ignoring Nadia. Mia meekly waves at both of you, obviously uncomfortable.

"Hey, dear. How did you manage to lock yourself out of the house?" you ask, as you walk up the steps and unlock the door. You put your key in the lock and turn it, only to find it is already unlocked. Your turn to face Karina, who gives you a wink through feline eyes.

"Don't know. Guess I left my key inside."

You say nothing, instead choosing to push the door open and head inside. The girls follow, and you're back in the kitchen. Mia has a blanket wrapped around her, scuttled from the living room or somewhere else, while Karina stands proudly with a smile on her face, as if she just solved world hunger.

"So, dad, what are we doing now?"

Nadia arches an eyebrow and says: "It seems like you want to spend some time with your father. Why don't the three of you go do something, while I do some laundry?"

"That sounds fun, Mrs. Malychev," Mia says.

You shoot her a look, then Karina, who is more than happy to take advantage of her mother's offer.

"Okay, let's do it. Mia, we should go get dressed. I think we should drag daddy to the mall with us."

Mia giggles, while Nadia sighs behind you.

"I can't spend any money," you begin, but Karina stops you: "Don't worry, daddy. We're just going to walk around and look. No buying."

You are unable to argue with that logic, and before long the girls are walking downstairs in "real" clothes, as they call them. You're still wearing your sweatpants and denim jacket, which Karina insists is "hot" when out of earshot of Nadia. Your daughter wears dark denim blue jeans, a navy sweater with a low neckline, and white converse sneakers. Mia wears black jeans, maybe jeggings, with an oversized creme sweater and black rider boots. Karina's blonde curls are bound in a thick braid, while Mia's brunette hair falls in waves across her back.

"Beautiful," you smile as you see them.

Karina winks at you, before saying: "Always, for you, daddy."

Mia simply smiles and murmurs "thanks."

You find Nadia and tell her goodbye. Shortly after, you are walking down the street with Mia and Karina on either side of you. Conversation started well, but it quickly dwindled, and you can tell something is bothering Karina.

"Karina, what's wrong?" you ask.

"Nothing," she says.

Mia looks away, ignoring you.

"Seriously, talk to me. What's wrong?"

You wrap an arm around your daughter, bringing her close to you while you walk. The scent of lavender fills your nose, and you sigh.

"Your hair smells nice," you murmur.

She rolls her eyes.

"Mia uses the same conditioner."

"Then her hair smells nice, too."

Silence.

"So, are you going to tell me what's wrong, now?"

"No."

"Are you upset that I went to the park with your mother?"

Silence, and then: "Seriously, what the fuck, dad? I thought you hated her. She deserves it, after everything she has done to you. She doesn't deserve you. I told you I could take care of you, and I meant it."

Your eyes dart to Mia, who stares at you pointedly. "You know?" you ask her, and she only nods in response.

You release Karina and grab both of the girls by their hands, turning them to face you. You stare into their eyes: Karina's a deep, blue like her mother's, Mia's a nutty brown.

"Karina, Mia - Nadia has done nothing wrong. I worked too much. I was away for too long. She is my wife, and I failed her. And I want to fix that. Would you blame a husband for trying to help his wife?"

"Well, no..." Karina murmurs.

"Then you are not angry for me spending time with your mother?"

"That's not what she said," Mia interjects, finally.

Karina withdraws her hand and stares into you, her eyes piercing you like a hawk. "I told you I would take care of you, and I meant it. And now you're trying to get back with her. That's a dick move, dad."

"Wait, Karina, surely you don't mean that? No, forgive me. I don't want to marginalize your feelings. I see now how that could hurt you. But she is my wife. You're my daughter - you cannot replace her. There are things that you cannot do, that only she can."

"Like what?" Mia asks, with an unusual amount of aggression.

"Sex," Karina says, matter of fact. "You think I can't fuck you?"

"Well, I mean - yes, physically, but I'm your father!"

"I thought we were past this," she murmurs.

"Apparently not," Mia says.

"Karina, dear, I can't do that to you. I know we have done some things, and I am willing to do more, but I cannot have sex with you. Not with my daughter."

"What about with me?" Mia asks.

"What about her?" Karina asks, that sly look on her face again.

"I... guess."

"So you'll fuck your daughter's friend, but not your daughter."

"I think you're gaslighting me," you murmur.

Karina punches you in the shoulder, playfully but still hard. "Too bad. I think you should get over yourself." A pause. "Fine. I get it. You want to fix things with mom. But I won't let it stop what I want to happen between us."

"And what is that?" you say, exasperated.

Your daughter grabs your hand again, taking it in hers, meeting your eyes. Then, she lowers it down to her crotch and places it against the mound of her pussy, over her dark jeans. Your cock throbs, and you jerk your hand away, the lingering feeling of her warm, plump lips still on your fingers. "Karina, I - what - why did -"

"Shh, daddy," she purrs, stepping closer and wrapping you in a hug. Then, leaning into your ear with a whisper: "You might fuck mom again, but you'll fuck me too. And then you'll see that I'm the one to take care of you."

Then she's apart from you, and Mia is squirming beside her. The girls giggle, turn away from you, and continue walking to the mall.