Hot wet and not much else

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Rolling out of bed at 5am came too early. Despite the AC, it was sticky from the humidity. Last night's sleep, once it arrived, was troubled. Between dreams of you going to jail interspersed with one of watching Maddie fuck a shadowy figure in the gym, you were beat.

Working on autopilot, you take your shower and have some sliced pineapple and a bagel with cream cheese for breakfast. You were standing at your coffee maker as it filled your carry mug when something caught your eye.

Walking over to the couch, you reach down and pull a green g-string from the seat cushions. Bringing it to your nose, you swear you could smell Beth Anne. Heading into the hallway, you stash the cloth with her costumes before heading back to the kitchen.

Opening your front door, you saw that it was drizzling again. Fucking August, you think to yourself. After a painful commute filled with assholes who didn't know how to drive, you arrive at Tempest Central.

Stopping in the office for your mail. You tell Alice that you needed tomorrow off because your niece was coming to live with you and you needed to meet her flight.

The highlight of the morning was first period. When Beth Anne arrived in class, she had a skirt that fell just above the knee. As class let out, she came up to you, showing you her phone screen. As you stared at the up skirt shot of her bare pussy she leaning in whispering,"I'm always ready for my daddy as ordered."

After she left, you spent all of second period sitting down because of your visible hard-on. During your administrative period. Rather than doing something useful like reviewing your lesson plans or grading papers. You had to, instead, because of the fucking governor. Deal with 30 different parents. With 30 different opinions on how you should talk about slavery.

After dealing with that mess, you checked your phone and just had to groan.

Jenn: Good news, my sperm donor is okay with Becky living here.

Jenn: Asshat likes that I'm learning to control a pet.

Jenn: I don't know what's worse, my dad leering at Rebecca or listening to Consuela scream a fake orgasm.

Fourth period was another bright spot for you, and the class went well. As lunch was let out, you called for Jennifers to stay behind for a minute.

As everyone else booked it, Jenn, Becky, Kat, and Janna came up front. Opening your arms, Rebecca came up and hugged you, whispering, "Jenn's dad is so creepy."

"How are you holding up?"

Jennifer tiredly sighed, "As well as can be expected. He's only here for whatever shindig the governor is throwing, so he should be gone by Sunday."

Rebecca looked at you. "He treats Conseula like shit."

"We'll get through this," you assure Rebecca.

"Jenn, we have some complications. First, my niece will be living with me as of tomorrow, and she is a cheerleader."

Jennifer nods, "and the other."

Taking a breath, you say, "Maddie knows about us; she told me last night at dinner."

Cocking her head, she thinks about it. "Hmmm, if anyone would, it would be her. She was a bit of a slut, and she and Jack were thick as thieves."

Tilting her head back, you plant a kiss on Rebecca's lips. Letting her go, they head off to lunch.

Fifth and sixth periods went about as expected. Soon enough, you were back in your car making your way home. Not wanting to cook, you DoorDash some General Tso's Chicken. Sitting down on your couch, you opened up your Hulu, choosing to watch a few episodes of The Rookie while going through Beth Anne's wardrobe.

Soon enough, it was time for bed.