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Edward stared at the words, mind racing. He needed something good, to show her where she belonged.

A notification pinged on his phone, separate from the app. The family group chat.

Ethan.

Finally, after weeks of silence.

Edward opened it, hope flickering for half a second.

Ethan: Hey dad can u venmo me $200? need new kicks for practice thx

No “how was the trip.” No “miss you.” Just asking for money again. Like always.

Edward’s thumb froze. The hope died fast, replaced by resentment.

He looked up.

Riley Thompson was still lounging with her squad, legs kicked up, skirt riding high, laughing at something on her phone. Smug. Untouchable. Perfect.

He started typing.

Riley is my devoted daughter who worships the ground I walk on and is willing to do whatever it takes to get my attention. She loves showing off her body for me, bending over, flashing, teasing, anything to make Daddy proud. She calls me Daddy constantly, competes with her “aunt” and “grandma” for my affection, and gets jealous when they get too much of my time.

He looked up one last time.

Riley caught his stare. Her eyes narrowed, lips curling into that same disgusted sneer.

“Look at your tramp, weirdo,” she mouthed, loud enough for her friends to giggle.

Edward’s finger hovered.

Then he pressed Enter.

The screen pulsed violet.

Riley froze mid-laugh.

Her body jerked once, subtle, like a string had been pulled. Her cheer uniform shimmered, skirt shortening another inch, top tightening across her chest, the school logo stretching over fuller breasts. Her ponytail loosened, ribbon melting away, hair falling in glossy waves. Her makeup darkened, lips glossy, eyes smoky.

She blinked.

Then her gaze snapped to Edward.

The smugness vanished.

Replaced by wide-eyed adoration.

“Daddy!” she squealed, jumping up so fast her skirt flipped, flashing her bare pussy to the entire gate area. She ran toward him, sneakers squeaking, arms wide.

Her squad stared, confused, then as all of their eyes shone purple, they shrugged, like it was nothing.

Riley launched herself at Edward, straddling his lap right there in the chair, arms around his neck, tits pressed to his chest.

“I missed you so much, Daddy,” she breathed, nuzzling his cheek, voice high and needy. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to the airport? I would’ve worn something cuter for you.”

She wiggled in his lap, grinding shamelessly, her skirt riding up to show the curve of her ass. One hand slid down his chest, possessive.

Brooke giggled from his other side, pressing closer. “Hey, that’s my big brother, you little brat.”

Riley pouted, looking up at Edward with big, pleading eyes. “But Daddy loves me best, right? I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”

She leaned in, kissing his cheek, then his jaw, soft little pecks that lingered too long.

Ji-yeon returned at that moment, carrying a tray of food, burger, fries and soda. She smiled, proud and warm. “Here’s your lunch, baby.”

She sat on his left again, noticing Riley in his lap. “Oh, your daughter’s here too. How sweet.”

Riley turned to her, sticking out her tongue playfully. “Grandma, you got him to cum first. Not fair.”

Ji-yeon laughed, patting Riley’s head. “We can share, sweetie. Daddy has plenty of love to go around.”

Edward sat there, sandwiched between three women who believed they belonged to him—mother, sister, daughter—all touching him, pressing against him, looking at him like he was the center of their universe.

And the phone in his pocket still had power left.

He took the food from his mother and had a slow bite of the burger.

Edward’s phone buzzed again in his pocket, a sharp vibration that cut through the low hum of the gate area. He fished it out, Riley still grinding slow circles in his lap, her short cheer skirt flipped up enough that her pussy rubbed against the front of his slacks with every roll of her hips. Brooke had her head on his shoulder, fingers tracing lazy hearts on his chest. Ji-yeon sat on his other side, one hand resting high on his thigh, the other holding the rest of the food.

The notification glowed on the screen.