Family Movie Night!

Dinner passes by without any other disruptions. In fact, it goes rather well. The enjoyment you feel as you dine with your family is addictive, and it nettles your heart to be reminded of how long you've missed it. After all, you have had an amateur chef in your house this entire time, with no idea!

You help Karina and Mia clear the dishes after you finish. The two girls joke with each other, most of them at your expense, while Nadia wipes down the table. You pass behind her to retrieve her plate, pausing for a moment to watch her bend over across the worn tabletop, and smile as you notice a dark, wet spot on the back of her dress. A matching spot lingers on the seat of her chair.

"What?" she says, noticing your stare. Her messy bun jiggles in the air as she wipes the wood down, thin brown strands breaking free and splaying in the air around her.

"Nothing," you murmur, "just admiring the view."

She giggles, shoots a look towards the girls as they stand over the sink, and quietly raises the back of her dress. Your humble admiration turns flares into a burning desire as the thin cotton rises past her butt cheeks, revealing her cum-battered pussy to you. Your seed still leaks from within her and runs down her legs in wet, shimmering clumps.

Her eyes still monitoring the girls for any sudden movement, her free hand drifts between her legs. Two fingers stab into her soaking cunt, and a faint whimper escapes her. Neither girl turns back at the sound, and you smile as you watch Nadia withdraw her fingers, now coated in your cum.

Her dress falls back over her legs as she stands, then turns to face you. With a feline look in her eyes, she brings her fingers to her lips, darts her tongue out to meet them, and sucks the cum from her fingers. Pure bliss lives on her face, and you can't help but feel an overflowing love for this woman, a constant accompaniment to your resurging lust.

In other words, she really knows how to get you going. After all, how many times had you seen her lick your cum from her fingers back when she was in university? The thought that that girl, the one you fell in love with so long ago, is with you again, here, now... You surge forward to Nadia and wrap your arms around her, then whisper into her ear, "Just like old times."

She purrs into your chest and wraps her arms around your back, then pulls you close. "Almost, but not quite."

The words confuse you, but you sense they're coming from a place of love, not hate. You don't have too much time to linger on them anyways, though, as Nadia suddenly breaks from you and turns to the girls.

"So, what now? It's the first night Lev has been home during the week in so long... Surely, we can't end our activities with dinner? Despite how good it was, my dears."

"Movie! Movie! Movie!" Karina nearly shouts, jumping up and down like she was a kid on their first trip to Disneyland.

"Watching a movie together would be fun," Mia said. "We've never done that before." Her eyes dart to Nadia, waiting.

Nadia looks down the kitchen hallway, towards the opening into your living room. Her lips turn up. "I don't know if we really have a great room for that. Our TV is pretty old, and the couches are not very big..."

"Actually, I'm not sure I want to sit on those couches right now anyways," Karina murmurs in a low voice. "Not after what I saw earlier."

You chuckle at your daughter. "How about we go out to the movies, then?"

Karina's eyes widen, then looks at Nadia. Then Mia. Then back to you. Nadia looks at you, also surprised. "We can afford that?" your wife murmurs.

You nearly facepalm yourself and sigh. Now that you had some time, and a little extra money, you have so many things to show these girls. Worse, now that you think about it, you're not sure Karina has ever been to a movie theater.

"I think we can go out for a special occasion," you answer back.

The girls huddle in a cheer, and Nadia shoots you a warm smile. "Which movie, though?" you follow up. "I haven't been keeping up with what is in the theater, obviously."

"Oh, I know just what we need to watch!" Nadia says. "I've been seeing this commercial for this movie, called The Summer Nights. It's supposed to be a romantic love story. I have been wanting to..." Nadia continues to describe every aspect of the commercial in detail, and you start to go numb to it after about the fourth word.

"Okay, okay. The Summer Nights it is then." You hold your hands up in mock surrender, and Nadia rolls her eyes at you. She turns out of the kitchen, hand on one hip, and heads upstairs. "I need to change, first."

"Oh, me too," Mia says, then darts behind Nadia.

Karina moves to follow, but she pauses in the doorway and turns back to you. The sound of the footsteps of the others disappears upstairs. A severe look is in her eyes.

"Karina?" you ask, waiting.

She pouts her lips, her eyes narrowing, then sits down at the kitchen table. She pulls the chair adjacent to her out, then pats it for you to join her.

"Are you alright, dear?" you ask, as you sit down. You place an arm on her thigh and gently caress it, sensing she is upset.

"I want to talk to you, Daddy. About yesterday. And tonight. I... Well. Since you came home yesterday from doing that, I have been thinking a lot."

She taps her fingers on the table and rests her chin on her upturned hand, staring at the wall opposite you both. You steel yourself for whatever she will say next, preparing for anything after yesterday's revelation.

"I want to say thank you. For what you did. I know it wasn't easy, and I know it hurt you to do it. I saw how you were at dinner tonight. I know why. I feel like that too, sometimes. Like what happened is clawing itself out of the past to get me..." Karina turns her head to look at you and rests her cheek against her palm. Her blond braid falls across her shoulder, covering her neck. A faint smile grows on her lips. "If it makes you feel better, knowing that he is not out there anymore. It helps me. A lot. A lot more than I thought it would." She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. "Before, I felt like no matter what I did, I had this wound, here."

She leans back and takes your hand closest to her, then presses it to her chest, right where her heart is. Her fingers intertwine with yours, and she leaves your hand there, against her warm skin.

"It was like a shard of glass, lodged there beneath the skin, sending webs of pain throughout my chest with each pulse of my heart. An open wound that could never heal." The words are heavy on you, and you try to offer a supportive smile to Karina as she continues. "But you removed the shard of glass, Daddy. And it doesn't hurt so bad, anymore." A single, tiny tear trickles down her cheek. Slowly, you wipe it with your other hand. "So, thank you. Thank you for healing me. It still hurts, but now I know it won't hurt forever. And every moment I spend with you, it hurts just a little bit less."

Her lips start to curl into what she would later refer to as an "ugly cry," and you pull her against your chest. A few sobs shake Karina, but she grows quiet and sighs against your chest. "I love you," she whispers, her hand rising to wipe a tear from her face that you cannot see.

"I love you, Karina."

She settles back into her chair, her face red and eyes teary, but seeming altogether happier. The idea that you had so drastically helped Karina... it makes you happy, too. If only there was more to do, you would do it, but you know only time can heal some wounds. You'll be here for here, for whatever comes next.

She stands up and starts to leave the kitchen again, your eyes trailing her soft curves as she moves, but she stops at the doorway again. She turns back. Her tears are gone, replaced by a familiar gaze, as she says, "By the way, I saw what Mom did while we were cleaning. I didn't know you were into that... I'll keep it in mind." Her tongue flickers across her lips with an almost feral hunger, then she is gone, up the stairs.