Mike's daughter Janine – Ch. 1 (Exerpt)
COEDs – Can’t live with them, can’t fuck without them.
My WhatsApp buzzed:
Mike
Hey
me
Hey Mike, whats up
Mike
My daughter Janine wants to spend the weekend with yours, is that OK for you?
me
Sure, but my wife is not here this weekend.
Mike
I think anine will like that, since you are not the controlling kind of parent
me
Thanks. Yea, sure, she can stay. When do you pick her up on Sunday?
Mike
Is around 7 PM OK for you?
me
Will do. When does she arrive?
Mike
I dont know, perhaps yours knows?
me
I will ask her. Bye
...
Mike's daughter Janine was a wild one, and he only trusted us for her to stay the night. I hadn’t seen Janine in the last two years, because I was travelling too much for my new regional manager position. But the hard work paid off, and I could work from my home office many days a week. What I would do is, after discussing and coordinating it with my wife, simply pack all the necessary customer visits in one single week. The reason was that when I was travelling, she couldn’t go to any conventions or seminars for her education in that specific week, but me gone one sole week, it worked really well for the both of us. Right now, my wife was gone for two entire weeks, having left on Monday morning, four days ago. It was summertime anyway; there's not much to do for me right now.
I didn’t tell my wife that Janine was staying, preventing any additional "watch them both" tasks. If she were to find out, I would simply use my standard excuse, "Sorry, I forgot, too busy with work, I guess?" I decided to go and buy some extra groceries for them so they would have a cool weekend. At the supermarket I felt naughty, and against my wife's orders, I bought alcohol for the girls. Even if the laws in this state were strict, I was still a Dutch guy, and two 18-year-olds deserved a break. But only at home. That was my rule. No wonder my young Sugar Pie had so many girls spending the weekend!
I quickly send her a WhatsApp:
me
Hey, Janine can stay with us for the weekend. I am off to buy some more food
Sugar Pie
THANK you daddy!
And then my daughter sent me all kinds of emojis, which I didn't want to understand. Clapping hands, hands folded together, and so on.
Now I didn’t want the girls to be dead drunk and vomit all over the bathroom floor, so I bought light alcoholic drinks, such as refreshing hard seltzers, crisp wine spritzers, light beers, and low-ABV cocktails like the citrusy Aperol Spritz and the Gin Rickey. This would put them in a nice tipsy mood but prevent the slurred drunk level.
As I was done doing the grocery shopping, I made, sitting in my car, a couple of business calls, and before I knew it, it was getting dark. I quickly drove home, thankful that the Friday evening rush hour barely existed, since most folks would leave their work at 4 PM. I arrived home at 6 PM, and the moment I drove up our driveway, I saw a cute blonde excitedly talk to my daughter. Standing next to her was a travel trolley, so she had to be my daughter's friend.
That couldn’t be Janine. Was my first thought. The Janine I remembered had an almost rectangular body, short messy hair, braces to correct her teeth, and thick nerdly glasses. This blonde babe here was a looker! She no longer wore glasses and had long blonde hair that touched her shoulders. Was she really 18? She looked like a sexy model. I was sure she could make a decent extra buck posing nude. Hell, I would pay her to pose for me! I guessed Janine’s height was a good 5.8 ft, with a nice, slim body, her breasts and butt matching each other in size.
Weeks later, I overheard that her perky tits were a solid 34D, but that they had a tendency to be a bigger size. And they were all natural. This is what surprised me too, because they were pointing straight forward. And the only thing my brain could think of is to grab them. I kept scanning her, and Janine was wearing a tight sleeveless top and a short skirt. Very short. It ended just below her buttocks. My brain's summary concluded that the woman was one very fuckable babe.
I wanted to keep scanning her body, but my daughter walked up to me and started telling me all kinds of things I didn’t even register. The only thought I had was that this was going to be a very hard weekend.
Rock-hard. My tiny brain whispered, and I felt my cock twitch.
Not the best moment to grow a hard-on if you are talking to your own daughter. I placed my 13-inch iPad on my lap, trying to conceal my still-growing cock. The bastard had a mind of his own.
“Dad?”
“Eh, yes, Sugar Pie? I replied, lowering the driver's window.
“Can Janine and I hit the pool?”
“Sure! You don’t have to ask me such things.” I replied a little too loud.
“Thanks, Dad!"
“But!” I replied, “I want you two to bring and store the groceries I bought for your weekend. Including the alcohol.”
My daughter gave me a two-second-long look, understanding what I meant with that, giving me a big smile. But instead of keeping it down, she shouted at Janine, who was still standing at the door, that I had bought alcohol for them. Immediatly after that, Lana opened the trunk of the car and started bringing the groceries to our kitchen.
Great. Let the neighborhood know the girls have alcohol. And that prying bitch of next door would tell my wife the moment she returned. Just great.
A soft voice brought me back from my thoughts, and Janine was standing really close on my side of the car, whispering to me through the open car window.
“Are you going to get me drunk, Mr. Thomson, and take advantage of me?” Janine asked me in a sultry way. “Making me do things, Mr. Thomson?”
Thank God I still had the iPad on my lap, because my cock jumped into full readiness. The iPad almost slid off my lap, but just in time I could grab it and keep my throbbing cock hidden. Of course, Janine saw my problem.
"Shall I bring your pad to your study, Mr. Thomson?” she cooed, keeping her eyes locked with mine. “I can release you from your burden.”
“No thanks, Janine, I am good.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am sure.”
“You can call me any time, Mr. Thomson. Day and night.”
"Thanks, Janine," I replied neutrally, with the biggest effort.
Janine smiled, turned around and walked slowly up to the house, making sure I would see her heart-shaped ass sway with each step she took. Halfway she gave me a quick look over her shoulder, in such a way that she was inviting me to follow her.
Do her. My cock whispered. Follow her and do her!
To be continued.
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