Pizza

"Daddy, are you hungry yet?" Sarah skipped out of the laundry. So full of life and energy that couldn't be contained.

"Famished." He replied. Putting down his phone and taking in his daughter's new look.

Somehow, I was still expecting him to scold her. To tell his daughter to put on some clothes, or to have some sense of decency.

Instead, of course, he didn't say anything. Her decision to strip down to her underwear was no different than her putting on a new top to him. Not even worth being commented on.

His eyes however, said a little more than his mouth did. He looked her up and down as she bounced into the room. Taking in every new detail of her. Every curve that had been hidden before, exposed to him now.

"Perfect!" Sarah shook her head with enthusiasm. "Oh, but before I forget. Did she like it?"

"Course she did." Nolan raised his eyebrows. "You gave it your approval, and that's never failed me!"

"Daaddy!"Sarah playfully rolled her eyes. "You know I always think they're great."

"I know baby girl, but hearing you say so gives me the confidence to send them in the first place!" Nolan chuckled. Standing up and pulling Sarah into a hug.

It would have almost been a wholesome moment, worthy of being in a 90s sitcom. If it wasn't for the fact that they were talking about her own fathers dick pictures. Or the fact that the fully naked Nolan was tightly hugging his half naked daughter.

"You too Liam!" Nolan was still embracing Sarah, but looking at me and gesturing for me to join them. "I appreciated your feedback too."

"Ohh... no... I don't want to impose-"

"Come on Liam." Sarah called out while embracing her father. "We're all basically family here. Come join the hug."

With one hand Nolan beckoned me over, while his other hand hung lower. Resting on the soft plump flesh of Sarah's thick ass. He didn't grope it, or squeeze it, or explore any deeper into it. He just held it there, no different to her arm or her leg.

"Okay, sure." As I walked up to the pair, they opened up to let me in. Nolan's cock was harder than ever. Pointing straight out in the direction of his daughter. When I got close, I felt both of their arms wrap around me and pull me into the hug.

"You kids are so wonderful together." Nolan's strong arms held me tightly against both of their bodies. My face pointing downwards, I could see his cock pressing into Sarah. He was taller than both of us, but was kneeling down a little, probably to match our height for the hug. But what that meant was that his cock was perfectly aligned with Sarah's crotch.

"Aww thank you Daddy!" Still bursting with energy, Sarah wiggled her body side to side. I doubted she even noticed what she was doing, but with each motion she was rubbing the head of her fathers cock. Her thighs began to wrap around it as it buried itself between her thighs, rubbing against her barely covered pussy.

"Hey, umm... Why don't I go get dinner started?" I asked. Unable to get out of this hug under my own strength.

"Not a chance Liam!" Nolan was a very expressive man when he talked. His whole body moved, thrusting back and forth as some kind of dramatic accent. "You've been kind enough to let me stay, the least I can do is make you guys dinner. Right Sarah?"

"Hmm? Oh... Ooohh Y-yeaah." Sarah seemed a little distracted. Maybe she was just in the moment, enjoying the three of us bonding? Or maybe she was trying her best to ignore how her fathers dick was rubbing against her...

"Great!" Nolan's arm lifted off of me and I was able to pull back.

As Nolan pulled out of the hug, his cock pulled out of Sarah's thighs. Like a sword being drawn from its sheath. Only, if I looked close, I noticed something else. A small wet patch on Sarah's thong, and a thin line of some fluid that connected her thighs to the tip of her daddies cock...

No... that was crazy. I blinked and looked again and there was nothing to see. I must have imagined it. As weird as Nolan was, I was sure there was no way his cock would leak anything while in contact with his daughter's body...

Definitely.

"So, the happy couple can relax and I'll go whip something up!" Nolan gave a mock salute and stepped into the kitchen. Leaving me and Sarah alone again.

"See! He's a good guy right?" Sarah held my hand. Staring at me and waiting for my approval.

"Yeah... he really is..." I wasn't sure what to think about him really. But I was sure of one thing.

I did need to relax.

"Supper's ready!"

Sarah stirred for the nap she had fallen into. Laying on the couch together while watching TV, I almost forgot Nolan was even here.

This right here was everything I had wanted. Just to be able to hold Sarah after a long day, resting together on our couch, watching our TV in our own apartment. The intimacy that came from seeing her dressed so seductively, but while she was so peacefully slumbering with her body pressing into mine.

"Hmmm... did I fall asleep?" Sarah blinked her eyes open. Stretching and pushing her chest out.

"Just for a little bit." I smiled at her. Helping her stand up.

"Come on you lovebirds." Nolan grinned at us. Waiting over by the table. "I made us a couple of fresh Pizzas using what you had lying around! Pepperoni, a plain cheese, and one with extra sausage! For the lady..."

"Ohh stop it daddy!" Sarah giggled. Stepping up to the chair Nolan was holding open for her.

"You know you love it!" He smirked back. Giving Sarah's butt a quick slap before she could sit down.

"Oh you are terrible! Isn't he Liam?" Sarah joked while she sat down for real.

"The worst." I said dryly.

"There's the man of the house!" Nolan laughed at my half joke. Taking the chair next to Sarah.

I sat down across from them and grabbed a couple of slices. Apart from how they were dressed, dinner went pretty normally. Sarah talked about how University was going, Nolan was interested to hear what I was doing for work and seemed almost proud of me for what I'd achieved. That was more than what I could say about my own father...

The only thing weird was Sarah. She must have been a little tired still, because she was only eating with one hand. Even when she went to grab a slice off of her fathers plate, she did it with her right hand. Leaving her left hand that was closer to her father sitting under the table.

But after everything that had happened today, that barely counted as something weird. I wouldn't have even noticed it if it wasn't for the one time she pulled it out from the table. When I was telling Nolan about my job as he listened intently, for a quick moment I caught it in the corner of my eye. Sarah raising her left hand of her face, giving it a quick sniff and a single lick. Then, before I could even turn my head it was back under the table.

A little weird, but with the day we'd had so far it was barely a footnote.

Right as we were finishing up, something more surprising happened. There was a knock at the door. Soft and hesitant, like whoever was knocking wasn't sure if this was the right door.

"Oh, I'll get that!" Nolan was holding the used dishes, bringing them to the sink.

"No No! I'll get it." I told him. The last thing I wanted was for one of our neighbours to see Nolan standing there with his cock out.

I heard Nolan protest a little more as I got up, but I didn't stay to hear him out. Like he'd said, I was the man of the house. I could answer my own door.

But I did wonder who would be knocking at this hour?