Love, Lust, and Erin: Pt. 02

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Chapter 5: The Love in my Eyes

Dave set his grocery store haul on the kitchen table and began unloading the bags. For the next few minutes, he puttered around the room storing most of it away, only leaving out the ingredients he’d be using for dinner. His task accomplished, he tossed the bags into the recycling, and climbed the stairs to change into something more comfortable. The path to his bedroom took him past Casey’s room, where the door stood open. Passing by, he glanced in and froze. His throat tightened as he took in the sight of Erin laying on his daughter’s bed. She lay on her stomach, facing away from the door, her legs parted and idly waving back and forth in the air. Those damn pink panties covered her perfect little 19 year old butt, but the little piece of string was practically swallowed by her gorgeous cheeks and puffy pussy lips.

Dave’s brain fought a raging moral war with his neglected cock. 12 years without the feel of a woman’s insides was rough on a guy in the prime of his life. Real rough. Part of his mind was dragging his feet forward, but the ache in his pants was keeping him rooted to the spot, unable to take his eyes off of the delicious sight on the bed. It’s Erin. It’s Erin. She’s like a daughter. She’s just a fantasy. She’s not for you. He tried to tell his hardening member all of these things, but for some reason it just wouldn’t listen. He could practically feel his penis’ disappointment. It seemed to be saying, “But…but…pussy, Dave. Warm, tight, precious teenage pussy. It’s right there!”

Compromise, he thought. Make a deal with your manhood. His stiff dick agreed, and together they decided to pull his phone from his pocket, swipe it open, and snap a picture. Then, feeling like a criminal in danger of being caught casing the scene, he fled down the hall to his bedroom. Within a second of shutting the door, his cock was free of his pants, the photo glowing on his phone screen, burning the image into his mind. He came like a schoolboy who had just discovered how to stroke his meat.

Once his illicit orgasm had subsided, he was immediately hit with a wave of guilt. He should delete the photo. It was wrong. He hadn’t been in control. His finger hovered over the little trash can icon, pressed. The confirmation screen popped up, but he found himself clicking “No”. He tried again, and the same thing happened. There was something wrong with his phone. Clearly. Technical issues. It wasn’t letting him press the “Yes” button. He decided to try later. Maybe it just needed a reboot. He stripped off his jizz-stained shorts, tossed them in the hamper, and stumbled to the shower. He just needed the warm water to relax him, so that he could think straight. That was it. Relax. See reason.

He jerked off again in the shower. What was wrong with him? This wasn’t fantasy porno. Those girls were just sex objects. They were made for being jerkoff fantasies. They were hot little sluts that loved the thought of men playing with their dicks, imagining how wonderful their wet little pussies would feel. That wasn’t Erin. Erin was a real person, and he loved her. She’d grown up, for sure. She had an adult vagina, he remembered, and his limp cock twitched in his hand. The hot, steamy water washed over him, relaxing him, but it couldn’t get the image out of his head.

The water began to run cold, and subconsciously he did some math in his head. He hadn’t been in long enough to use all the hot water, so Casey must have been in the shower when he, himself, got in. He shut off the shower, dried himself off, dressed, and picked up the phone. It had rebooted while he was in the shower. Swipe. Open. Album. Naughty, bad man Dave photo. Delete. No. Delete. No. Pinch. Zoom. Pussy. Warm, inviting, perfect pussy. Erin’s pussy. Erin’s plump teenage ass.

He closed the album, shaking his head in frustration. He’d try again later. Right now, he had to make dinner. The short walk to the staircase, past Casey’s bedroom, seemed like a journey of a thousand miles, fraught with trials. It was a hero’s journey, where danger awaited with each step. One wrong move could be his downfall. He took the first step, then another, approaching that open door. His blood rushed in his ears. His heart was a jackhammer. Every sense seemed heightened to the point that he could hear even the tiniest creek of the floorboards beneath the carpet. He was a Goddamn ninja, so stealthy in his approach. Then, nonchalantly, he walked past the door, glancing sidelong from the corner of his eye.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

God hated him. Or loved him. He couldn’t decide which was the case.

Erin had been joined on the bed by Casey, who was laying in the same position, similarly attired. Now, there were two gorgeous teenage asses, and two puffy little teenage pussies, hidden just behind thin strips of fabric. The two girls were giggling at each other as they lay facing the headboard, stabbing at the air in front of them. This registered, on some level, as odd. However, the whole of his Diyarbakır Escort conscious thought was taken up with the sight of those four perfect round globes of flesh, and those two warm little slits of pleasure just a few feet away.

“Can’t we just watch for a while?” His penis asked, “Just a little longer, daddy, please?”

“No! You’re a naughty boy. Stop it!” Dave told it.

“We can make a deal…”

“No…Maybe…Ok.”

Snap. Escape!

His ninja flight reflexes kicked in the moment the shutter had snapped the image. He was down the steps, taking them two at a time as though the fires of Hell itself burned at his heels. They might, in fact, he thought. He had just damned himself, and his traitorous manhood was to blame.

He made it to the safety of the kitchen, far, far from the perfect little booties upstairs. His hand, trembling, brought the phone up to his eyes. There they were. Those tight behinds. Those scrumptious little Vs that promised so much enjoyment to the right man. He wasn’t that man. He stared, gulped. Forced himself to put it away. He opened the freezer door, stuck his head inside, and buried his face in the ice maker bucket for a moment.

Now. Now, he was ready to make dinner.

Dave blared the radio news, mentally shoving the vile thoughts to the back of his mind. He let the drone of the talk radio wash over him as he let the making of lasagna enross him like never before. He was so focused on the perfection of lasagna that he was certain it could be served at a state dinner. The talking heads were arguing over what one side was calling the “Male Rights Bill,” and the other side was calling, “The biggest setback in women’s rights in history.”

The Biological Imperative Grant for Instinctively Necessary Copulation or Coitus, or BIGFINCOC.

“You have to agree, Bill,” Said the representative for DomCo–the organization pushing the bill–, “The traditional role of men in modern society has been significantly diminished. Women have made great strides in equality, which is wonderful. Women have equal stature in the workplace. They’re no longer forced into antiquated preconceptions about how they should dress, or what their role in the household should be. We celebrate these changes, and we’ve been at the forefront of pushing for those things for decades. Men, though, have been increasingly marginalized in a society that seems to place all the emphasis, now, on a woman’s wants and desires. While it might seem like a worthwhile goal, it doesn’t take into account the pure science of biology.”

“You’re sick!” A woman’s voice countered, dripping with venom, “You can’t just expect…”

The host, Bill, cut her off, “Representative Swanson, please. You’ve had ample time to share your view. I think it’s time that we let Mr. Johnson share his. In the spirit of equality.”

The woman was silent, but Dave could practically feel her seething over the airwaves.

The DomCo representative continued, “Thank you, Bill. As I was saying, biology. It’s very difficult to say that biology is wrong. Males have evolved, over thousands of years, with a biological need to procreate. To reproduce. We’re simply stating a fact. Legislation cannot suppress the natural, biological urge to copulate. To do otherwise flies in the face of our own evolution. It simply isn’t natural to tell a man that he cannot be allowed to follow his own natural instincts, and then to argue in the same breath that it is perfectly acceptable for other segments of society, such as the transgender community, to follow their own natural biology. I’m sorry to say, but it’s discrimination, pure and simple.”

“Furthermore, it can be argued that the rise in violent crimes has a direct correlation to the suppression of these normal biological instincts. I might also add that this bill asks for large leaps forward in the rights of a particularly downtrodden segment of the female population. That of so-called ‘prostitutes’ who are in fact only women who have chosen a career path that outmoded ideals deemed unacceptable. I ask you, where is the justice in that? If modern society has finally evolved enough to accept the LGBTQ+ community into the mainstream, why do we continue to punish women who have simply chosen a line of work? For a woman, man, or other-gendered person to pursue a career in this field has only created a segment of our society that lacks proper healthcare, costs tax-payers millions in unnecessary criminal prosecution, and untaxed income, as well as creating an underground system of violence and abuse, in which women are taken advantage of by unscrupulous individuals. I believe even Representative Swanson has argued, in the past, for easing such hardships for this vastly underserved segment of society.”

Bill broke in, “Well put, Mr. Johnson. While I’m sure we’d all love to hear more about the topic, we’re coming up against the end of the show. This, certainly, won’t be the last time we hear about the Biological Imperative Grant for Diyarbakır Escort Bayan Instinctively Necessary Copulation or Coitus–“

“Rape!” Swanson shouted, “Call it what it is! It’s rape!”

The host ignored her and continued, “We’d like to thank both of our guests for taking the time to comment on this ongoing debate, as Congress continues to weigh the merits of this groundbreaking legislation. We’ll be back tomorrow with another hot topic, where we’ll be sitting down with Carl Blitzberg to get his opinion on the science of climate change. Are we killing the planet? Is the planet trying to kill us? The foremost expert in the field weighs in. Thanks, again, to our audience, our guests, and remember, discourse is the heart of freedom! I’m Bill Hennen, and this is The Throwdown!”

As the show’s outro music began to play, the tune drowned out the vitriolic screeching of Representative Swanson. Dave finished the perfect lasagna and put it into the oven, set the timer, then went to the living room. He opened his laptop and distracted himself with work while he waited for dinner. He’d just about managed to push all of the dirty thoughts from his mind as he pecked away at his keyboard, but then came the sounds of two pairs of feet on the steps.

Erin and Casey, drawn by the delicious smell of melting cheese, came bursting into the living room.

“Hey, Dad!” They said in unison, and laughed.

All of the effort Dave had put into shoving those nasty thoughts out of his head was wasted the moment the two girls entered the room. They hadn’t bothered to change clothes, or even put on pants. No. He wasn’t that fortunate. He was doomed. The two vixens closed in like a pair of velociraptors from either side, Casey snuggling up against his side, while Erin took away his laptop, set it aside, and then lay her head in his lap, staring up at him with that devilish grin and those striking blue…no, not blue anymore. Her eyes were a vivid violet.

She saw the perplexed look on his face, his mind trying to work out what was wrong.

“You like?” She asked, and batted her eyes seductively.

“Did you get contacts?” He asked.

“Look at mine!” Casey squealed with glee.

Dave turned and looked his daughter in the eyes. Hers were no longer caramel brown. They were a shifting pattern of rainbow light. He’d never seen anything like it.

“Honey, those are beautiful,” he said, “Gosh, they really can do anything these days, can’t they?”

“I smell something wonderful!” Erin said, “and it isn’t you, Dave! Phew!”

“Guess I worked up a bit of a sweat making lasagna,” he replied.

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Erin quipped, “sweaty man stink kinda does things to a girl.”

“She’s just being a dirty tease, Dad,” Casey said softly into his ear.

The closeness of her warm breath against his skin sent a shiver down his spine, straight to his cock, making it twitch against the back of Erin’s head. She grinned up at him and he flushed.

“I think dinner’s about ready,” He said, a little too abruptly.

Casey’s fingers were gently tracing the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end.

“But, I’m so comfortable here, Dave,” Erin whined, “Do we really have to get up?”

“I can get dinner out,” Casey offered, “you two just relax a while.”

Oh, sweet mother of fuck, Dave thought.

Casey disappeared into the kitchen, where, soon after, Dave could hear the sounds of plates and glasses clattering on the table.

“Music?” Erin asked.

Dave nodded, silently praying that she would have to get up and turn on the stereo, so that he could adjust himself. She did not.

“Leah,” She said to the air, “play classic rock on the living room TV.”

The TV mounted on the wall turned itself on and began to play The Eagles.

“What the heck?” Dave said, “Did you guys put a Dislexa in the room or something?”

“Nope!” Erin said, grinning, “even better!”

“Better?”

“Leah, share my view on the living room TV.”

Dave drew his attention to the TV, where he was now seeing his own quizzical expression through Erin’s eyes. He could see his own brain trying to work out what was going on in HD clarity.

“Ok, I give up.”

“Don’t be a quitter, Dave. If you want it, you have to go after it.”

“Um, ok…did you make another app?”

“The eyes are the windows to the soul, Dave.” She said in her best yogi imitation, completely deadpan.

“So, this has something to do with the contacts?”

“Ding, ding, ding! Give the man his prize!” Erin exclaimed.

“What do I win?”

“My eternal love, of course!”

“Wow! Best quiz show ever.”

“They’re Haloes.” Erin stated.

“Haloes?”

“Smart lenses. Someone got lucky and got into the beta test!” She crooned.

“Sounds pretty cool.” Dave agreed.

“Watch this!”

Erin snapped her fingers, and then poked at the air a couple of times. Dave watched as her violet eyes turned a bright red.

“Dave it burns!” She Escort Diyarbakır cried dramatically, “It burns on the inside!”

She erupted into a fit of giggles, and Dave joined her. A few more taps at the air and her eyes turned into empty black pools.

“Ooooh, Dave! They took my soul, Dave!” she said in a deep, hollow, voice, “save my soul, Dave!”

“That’s creepy. Stop it.”

She snorted, tapped again, and her eyes turned completely white.

“Daaaave,” she moaned in a ghostly whisper, “I’ve coooome to haunt you, Daaaave! Ooooo!”

“I can tell you’re going to be a hit at Halloween parties.”

Tap. Tap. Tap. Her eyes became little pulsing heart emojis.

“Oooh, Dave!” She cooed, “You big burly lover man! Can’t you see the love in my eyes?”

He burst out laughing, and Erin held her belly, practically choking with her own laughter.

“Stop it…Make it stop…” Dave begged, wiping tears from his eyes.

Erin made another few gestures, and her eyes shifted back to their normal blue color.

On the TV, Dave saw himself wiping away his tears. He could, also, study the Halo interface and watched in appreciation as Erin navigated the HUD, swiping, pinching, and flicking away menus.

“Jesus, it’s like Minority Report come to life.” He commented.

In the corner of Erin’s vision a little phone icon appeared with Casey’s name next to it.

“Hello?” Erin answered.

A ghost image of Casey (with pants on) appeared in Erin’s vision, standing in the living room. The image even moved and talked. Dave was astonished.

“We’re ready.” Casey said.

“You know we’re only like, 10 feet away, right? You could have yelled.”

“Wouldn’t have been as cool.” Casey grinned, and then the ghost faded as she hung up.

“Ready to eat?” Erin asked, and snaked her hand deftly between her legs, as though casually rubbing an itch.

Dave could only nod, his gaze following the movement of her hand. He caught himself and snapped his eyes away, which only made him focus back on Erin’s grin. He could feel himself turning red in the face as his skin burned.

Erin hopped up from the couch and held her hands out to him, then made a huge show of attempting to drag his bulk from the couch, her face straining with mock effort.

“Ooooh God, Dave! You…sure…you…need…lasagna?” She panted, doubling over to catch her breath.

“Ha Ha. You sure you don’t need pants?”

“Fuck pants.” She said, and wiggled her butt at him, “Why hide this badunkadunk bootay? Ma muhfuckin’ milkshake is da shiz, son!”

Dave resisted the urge to spank the badunkadunk bootay, but followed it like a puppy into the kitchen. Casey, serving spoon in hand, was already dishing out steaming, cheesy lasagna onto three plates. As she bent over the table, Dave couldn’t help but steal a glance down the front of her loose tank top. Her braless nipples brushed the front of the shirt, and he was unable to pull his eyes away.

Fuck, this was wrong. He really needed to get laid.

“Looks like good eating,” Erin said into his ear, her hand resting softly in the center of his back. Perfection like that must be really hard.”

You have no idea, he thought.

Dave graciously pulled out a chair for Erin, who took her seat. Casey sat next to her, while Dave took a seat opposite the two girls. Over the meal they talked about the girls’ classes. The necessary pleasantries out of the way, Erin and Dave became engrossed in a conversation about Dave’s latest project. The code monkey chatter soon had Casey bored, though, so she played around with her Haloes, configuring routines, setting shortcut commands, and generally trying anything that looked interesting.

When the conversation began to lull she asked Erin, “You wanna stay for a movie?”

“Maybe, just one. Class tomorrow.”

“Oh, come on. You can just crash here.” Casey answered, seeming a bit too eager.

“Watch a movie with us, Dave.” Erin said.

Dave shrugged his acquiescence, and said, “Sure. I think Fast and Furious 26 is out. Furiously Faster than B4?”

The two girls rolled their eyes.

“No, no,” Casey said, “if it’s going to be action, let’s do something classic.”

“Ooh! Top Gun!” Erin exclaimed.

“Can’t go wrong there.” Dave agreed.

Casey and Erin cleared away the dinnerware, while Dave drifted back to the living room to set up the movie. On the TV, he could still see Erin’s view from her Haloes, as well as hear what the two girls were chatting about. Casey, standing in front of the sink rinsing off a plate, had her legs slightly spread. Her tight little panties were wedged into her ass crack. Dave hesitated, the Top Gun DVD in his hand, forgotten.

“You know who my favorite Top Gun character is?” Erin asked, as she took the rinsed plate from Casey and placed it in the dishwasher.

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

“Goose!” Erin cried, and poked Casey right between her ass cheeks, making her squeal.

“Hey! Fragile dishes here.”

“I’ll bet you wish it was a big, fat dick instead of my finger,” Erin whispered sensually, and cupped his daughter’s bottom.

Dave choked on his tongue. The DVD fell from his limp hand.

“After the movie,” Erin said, kissing Casey’s neck, “I’m going to eat your cute little pussy.”

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