Daddy and Daughter in the Kitchen

Robert followed his daughter through the living room to the kitchen; Kurt, Chloe and Gavin parting like the red sea as he passed through. He found the dark haired cheerleader taking a bottle of beer from the fridge. He didn’t much mind the fact that she was drinking ****. As with sex and all else, Robert and his wife had approached raising Heather with the idea of teaching her to be responsible rather than abstinent. To find her drinking so openly and early in the day was what concerned him, especially after just finding her outside the room where he had been kissing a woman, watching him. That, combined with her storming off angrily and the tense foreboding massage from earlier, left the father deeply worried for his daughter.

“Heather?” Robert said carefully, as if trying not to spook a wild animal. “Is everything alright, honey?”

“Oh sure, I just saw my dad sucking face with my friend’s mum, everything’s peachy,” she replied sarcastically, as she popped open the bottle cap on the counter edge.

“It never use to bother you,” Robert said, folding his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “But this is the second time you’ve been upset about me being with a woman today. First Hannah, now Monica. You know if there’s something wrong you can tell me. We’ve always been honest with each other.”

Heather looked away as she took a swig from the bottle. Her relationship with her father had always been open and built on trust…but she couldn’t tell him the honest truth, not this time. How could she even broach the subject to tell her own father that she was having lustful, sexual desires about him? Just thinking about it made her feel so wrong and dirty and hot. There was no way she could express to him how it tore her up inside just to see him with another woman now.

So, she lied.

“It’s never been this close to me before. At least not that I knew about,” Heather claimed. “That was my friend’s sister and another friend’s mother. I’m the one that’ll have to listen to that, to them talking or complaining about my dad sleeping with their family members.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I never thought about how it might affect you because you never seemed bothered by my comings and goings before,” Robert said, breathing with relief when he reasoning had nothing to do with sexual desire. Though, his cock was still rock hard from Heather’s hands on his body earlier, but he told himself that was from the kiss with Monica, nothing more, nothing less. “Honestly, I didn’t even realise you were friends with the Bishop boy until I saw him here at the cabin.”

“He’s more of a friend of a friend,” Heather admitted, though that ‘friend’, Brandon, had already left.

“Either way, I hope you know, Heather, that I never intended to make things uncomfortable for you,” Robert offered. “And I can only try to consider your feelings more in the future.”

“But you can’t promise anything, right?” Heather rolled her eyes and took another deep drink from the bottle.

“No, though I’d hope you’d understand. We Ravers tend to run hot. When an opportunity is set before us, when our desire pulls us towards someone…we seem to lose all sense of reason or control,” Robert confessed, inadvertently speaking of the situation between him and his daughter.

Heather frowned, hating to admit that he was right. It was that same Ravers passion that had led her to mess around with her cousin initially, to engage in threesomes with Chloe and Kurt and Kurt and Gavin, to roleplay that she was being fucked by her father…to actually desire to be fucked by her actual father. She felt sick and damp between her legs and drank to douse both feelings.

“Just…keep it away from me,” she insisted. “Maybe I can ignore it if it’s not happening two doors down from me.”

“Ok, that’s fair,” Robert agreed, then thoughtfully, “Why were you outside the door anyway?”

“Victoria still hasn’t come back yet from our hike,” Heather repeated her cover story. “I thought the responsible, mature adults should know about it.”

“I see…” Robert said, and then hearing footsteps moving towards the living area, suggested, “Perhaps we should discuss this with the others.”

Heather simply nodded, lifting her beer and following her father into the next room. Everyone had converged now. Zack and his mother stood near Kurt, who was seated on a single chair. Lisa had emerged from the bathroom, fresh faced and clothed now in a summery flared dress with flats, though upon seeing her, Zack admitted inwardly that he preferred the lingerie. The Latina sat beside Gavin and Chloe on one of the sofas discussing a recent game release. On the other side of the room stood Ashley and Hannah, the older blonde shifting closer to Robert as he and his daughter joined the group.

“Is everything alright?” Monica Bishop asked upon seeing the concern on Robert’s face.

“Heather says one of her friends is missing,” Robert announced, realising that Monica was probably talking about his chat with Heather but deciding that was a conversation for another time. “I assume she was expected back already?”

“I guess,” Kurt shrugged. “But she went to the caves rather than the waterfall.”

“Without a guide,” Heather pointed out, glowering at her cousin.

“Even so, the caves are further away than the waterfall,” Robert explained. “And if she doesn’t know the way well, she might be taking her time.”

“What if she’s hurt though?” Gavin asked. “Shouldn’t we notify the Rangers at least?”

“I could call my dad too, if that’d help,” Lisa offered.

“No, I don’t think we need to bother Carlos. Or the Rangers, yet at least,” Robert interjected. “It would be a waste of their time if we told them and then the girl wanders in by her self later. No point wasting valuable resources until we need to.”

“I agree with Robert…” Monica said.

“Big surprise there,” Heather muttered beneath her breath, though only her father heard and shot her an annoyed glance.

“We should give her some more time to show up before panicking,” Monica continued unaware of the interruption.

“Can we eat while we wait?” Lisa asked, holding in a stomach rumble. She’d skipped breakfast to get dressed up for Zack and missed lunch in the process of their fucking and fighting with Ashley. “I’m starving.”

“I’m not really hungry,” Ashley replied, though she had just eaten a belly full of cum out of Lisa’s ass and felt a little queasy.

“I could eat,” Kurt said, accompanied by the murmurs of others.

“Hm, bit late for lunch, and a bit early for dinner.” Monica looked at her wrist watch, seeing that they were well into the afternoon already. Where had the time gone, she wondered.

“I’ll fire up the grill,” Robert declared, turning towards the kitchen. “Better rustle up something good for all you hungry kids. I have a feeling you’re gonna need the energy.”