Heather Moves In

"You can't leave with him! He abused us, he went to prison for it!" A mother pleaded with her daughter.

"Shut up Amber." Words fueled by hate; she would never call her mom again.

Dean couldn't contain his shit eating grin. Didn't yet realize why, but somehow Heather knew the whole truth about what had gone on between him and Amber. She knew about the cheating, the lies and the legal threats. She knew he never hurt them, never went to prison and had tried several times to contact them. Every lie, every deception, every attempt Amber had made to take them away had been unraveled.

"Stacy was right to leave, it was the only smart decision she ever made." Heather stuffed clothes into her bag, her face contorted by both sorrow from the lifetime of lies and rage for the lier in question. "I would rather live with a man I don't know then spend one more night in the same house as you."

"You don't know what you're talking about. Heather you-"

"Let it go Amber. You've lost." Dean had enjoyed watching his ex wife's life fall apart, but her whining and lies had started to get on his nerves. She stared blankly at him for a moment before walking from her daughters room and slumping against the wall.

Dean took the opportunity to look around. It was a small room with only a single bed and a half desk. Posters of athletes covered the walls and a small number of track and field trophies sat upon an old dresser. Heather bent over her bag as she hastily packed. His eyes settled on her boy short covered butt. It was toned, firm, but still shapely.

No stupid, that's your daughter

Despite that he still saw her for what she was; a beautiful young woman.

"Dad, I know this is sudden, but-"

"But nothing. You can stay with me for as long as you want. I just want to get to know you, make up for the time we lost. It might take time, but I want you to feel comfortable around me."

She turned to face him. "I know you aren't the monster Amber said you were. I know you tried your best to be a dad. I might not know you personally, but I am comfortable around you." Heather then pulled her top up and over her head. Modest breasts dropped gently as fabric pulled over them, light brown nipples stiffened from exposure. She tossed the garment to the side before hooking her thumbs into the band of her underwear. "Just let me change and we can go."

Dean had frozen at the sight. His eyes locked onto the teens exposed breasts and a stiffness grew in his pants. She pulled her underwear down in one swift motion before turning to the dresser and rummaging for something to wear. Her father snapped out of his daze and spun on his heel to face the wall.

"Oh, sorry dad. I didn't even think about undressing in front of you. I don't... I mean I'm not the sort of girl..." She struggled to find the words. "...too comfortable?"

"No, no that's fine."

What the fuck are you saying, of course it's not fine. You just met your daughter for the first time in years and you're acting like a perv

"Great!"

There was a pause, a silence in the room. After a moment a pair of arms wrapped around Dean's midsection and held him tightly from behind.

"Daddy..." Her quiet voice quivered. "...I'm sorry. I hated you for a long time, but when we were on the porch I realized mo- Amber had been lying about you. I don't know how but the truth just dawned on me."

Was it the dream? Power over my family?

He twisted around in her grip to return the hug. Her still nude body pressed tightly against him in response. The tightness intensified.

There's no way she doesn't notice. Please don't freak out.

Heather noticed her fathers growing erection and briefly froze while thinking of how to react, but her mind calmed. She didn't mind. She didn't know why she didn't mind, but she didn't. With a smile she broke the hug, stepped back and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Alright, enough waterworks, let's get out of here."

Later

Amber scowled as Deans car pulled away from the house. There was something wrong with her. Earlier she wanted to call the police or one of her boyfriends, but she couldn't bring herself to pull out her phone. She stressed and struggled to slam the door in his face, but her body froze at each attempt. Her voice was lost when she tried to interrupt their conversation, her legs carried her away when she was told to let it go and, despite her spiteful and vindictive nature, she was somehow certain she would pack up and mail the last of Heathers things to Deans place just as he had instructed before they left.

A mixture of relief and fear washed over her. She was partly happy to see her second daughter go. It was like a weight had been lifted from her chest, a responsiblity she had shouldered for years cast away. But she also began to dread her ex-husband. She couldn't resist him, couldn't deny him. A part of her deep in her very core knew that she was at the mercy of a man whose life she had ruined.