Go fuck your wife

Thinking about making out with your daughter is overwhelming, so you decide to head upstairs and see if you can use Melissa to bring some relief.

Opening the door she's sitting in the corner of the bedroom reading a book. You walk behind her and start rubbing her shoulders.

She says, "Oh John, I needed a massage so bad. Thank you."

You lean in and start kissing the back of her neck, she squirms a little. Pushing her hair aside you nibble on her ears, she opens her mouth and lets out a quiet moan. "There's something I need so bad," you whisper.

She turns her head and kisses you, but also pushes you back slightly. "John, not now, okay? Ashley has her friend over and it would just be awkward. Maybe later."

You roll your eyes. It's so often "maybe later."

To get it out of your system you go for an hour long jog. After showering you head downstairs and turn on the television and watch a movie with lots of explosions and bad dialogue.

A couple hour later the girls come down. Cindy is carrying three full bags. When they get to the kitchen you overhear her say to Ashley, “Are you sure you want me to take all of this?”

Ashley sniffles when she replies, “Yes, I can’t wear those things anymore.”

The door opens. Cindy says, “Well, thank you, I’ll take care of them in case your situation changes. Please take care of yourself and call me if you have an emergency.”

“I will.” The door closes and Ashley rushes past you up the stairs. You feel like you should go talk to her, but decide it would be best to let it be.