All characters portrayed in the following work are above legal age.
All situations, places, and people portrayed are completely fictional, any resemblance to any circumstance, location, or living person is entirely fortuitous and completely unintended.
Chapter 1
“It’s already past two a.m,” I muttered.
The job of a father never stops… especially…when you are the father of young girls.
In my case, two of them.
Amy and Sarah.
My eighteen and nineteen years old bundles of joy.
They are both out partying currently.
Where exactly? I don’t know.
Once they became legally free to do as they please, I became little more than their doorman.
I spoiled them rotten, and so did my wife, and even their aunt.
My little sister, Rebecca, lives with us.
She is twenty-one, as my parents had her late in life.
She came to live with us a little over seven years ago.
My parents had an unfortunate car accident, and I was the only direct family member she had left.
Going through such loss at such a young age was tough, so I procured to give her space and tried to comfort her.
Even for me, that was a hard pill to swallow, to a teen girl, that was a soul-rending blow.
Precisely for that reason, I tried exercising patience when she started acting up.
I struggled with her for months.
She constantly got into fights at school and wore those emo clothes that I hate so much.
She is of average height, at five feet six inches tall.
Her eyes are light blue, she inherited those from pop’s
Her hair is that of a natural redhead, just like my mom was.
Sarah shares that one trait, only Amy is a dark blonde, like Nicole.
Rebecca’s proportions are plentiful for someone her age.
She owns a pair of D-cup breasts.
That one I know because I have laundry duty from time to time.
A narrow waist and curvy lower body, those measurements I don’t know, but she looks close to the hourglass figure that is supposed to be ideal.
The day she turned eighteen, she got home late at night, drunk, and with a tattoo on her left shoulder.
I was going crazy, but my wife, being a lot more patient than I am, hugged her and acted like nothing was wrong, wishing her a happy birthday.
Rebecca was so sure she was getting into trouble, that, when Nicole hugged her, she broke something inside Becca.
She hugged Nicole back with all her strength and broke down crying.
Nicole accomplished, in a single evening of good intentions, what my many months of lectures couldn’t even come close to.
I sucked at this parenting gig.
Fortunately, I wasn’t alone in it.
I think that night changed her a little, as she stopped getting into fights and behaved somewhat more normally.
She became best friends with Nicole, my wife.
Her wardrobe also improved, as she stopped wearing black boots all the time, and started to wear similar clothes to my girls.
Still, one thing didn’t change.
Her late-night arrivals became recurring happenstances.
I complained to my wife on several occasions.
But she dismissed those, saying that I couldn’t do anything about it and that it was Ok as long as she got home in one piece.
The reason I complained so much was that both of my little girls looked up to her.
They were supposed to be sleeping, but I knew that they stayed awake, peeking out the window, waiting for their aunty to arrive, whenever she was out until late.
I was concerned, since I travel a lot, because of my job.
I’m a sales executive for a sizable furniture company, and my job takes me out of town often.
I don’t consider myself rich, but I think we are better off than most families around us.
Our house is the biggest on the block by far.
As I feared, once they became legal adults, they exhibited the same behavior as Becca.
Sarah since last year, and Amy just a couple of months ago.
Now, it is usual for me to stand up in the middle of the night and pass by empty rooms, on my way to the bathroom, whenever I am home.
I don’t even know if they go out together or if each finds their scene.
And I haven’t even gotten to that part yet.
I know girls nowadays are in a more definite control of their sexuality than when I was young.
But sometimes, certain situations just simply transcend or exceed concepts like generations…or…morality.
At first, it was just them getting home late, and sometimes with alcoholic breath.
But then, I caught sight of a bruise-like mark on Becca’s neck.
“a hickey” I immediately thought.
As I saw that, I realized that Becca was no longer a child, but a grown young woman.
And not long after that, I realized that Sarah and Amy were the same.
I hadn’t seen any marks on either of them, but I figured it was a matter of time.
Once again my wife laughed at my concerns.
She said that they were bound to meet someone and that I had to make peace with the idea that they would have intimacy with that someone, at some point.
I couldn’t refute her statement, but it still hurt to hear it, as a father, one would hope that they waited until my corpse got cold, inside my grave, before they even considered doing that.
That led me to the worst idea of my life.
Since I wasn’t around as much, I would install cameras around the house.
Just to make sure they were alright, I thought.
We already had a couple of security cameras, but I bought those almost since the eldest girl was born, and they were crappy, even by the standards back then.
I knew that Nicole would rip my head off if she ever found out.
So I dug around on the internet, trying to find out what the best surveillance equipment was.
A guy on one of the forums recommended surveillance equipment from a certain company, that required a careful installation.
I dug a little more into different sources, and that one company seemed the way to go.
Their website advertised complete discretion and the top, state of the art equipment.
I contacted them, and they said, that depending on the number of cameras and the features I wanted, the price varied.
That’s where my mistake became that much worse.
I asked for as many cameras as I could afford, and the ones that had microphones, so I could not only see but hear, what was going on.
Big, crass, horrible mistake.
They informed me that due to the complexity of the installation and the sheer number of cameras requested, it would take them a full two days to finish.
Now that everything was arranged, the only thing left was to get them all out for a whole two days.
I came up with a weekend getaway trip to the beach for the whole family.
All of them, unsuspecting, readily agreed to my proposal.
And so, we headed to the beach.
I made sure to give them detailed instructions on where the key was hidden, and especially on where I wanted the cameras.
We spent that weekend very happily.
The girls behaved and Nicole and I enjoyed a romantic beachside dinner, and beachside sex, once we returned to the hotel.
When we returned on Monday morning, nothing seemed out of place.
For a minute, I thought that they hadn’t even come.
But then, I noticed a tiny shine, on top of the tree that was planted in the little patch of lawn between the garage entryway and the entry path to the house.