Her legs shook and her toes curled and a slight amount of liquid ran down her thighs. Whenever she looked like she was about to stop flinching, Marcus would tap her clit and make her jolt again. This went on for a few minutes before she finally managed to pull her leg up far enough to get past him and roll over.
She planted her face in the pillow again and laid perfectly still, pretending to be back asleep. “Come on.” Marcus prodded her back. “Don’t tell me you’re not in the mood after that.”
Katrina rolled her head back a little to speak with him. “I said I’d think about it.”
“And?” he asked eagerly.
“And I’m tired. Cumming only made it worse. Just let me sleep.”
Marcus rolled his eyes in annoyance. He laid back down beside her on his back and stared at the white ceiling. He did not feel tired enough to go back to bed. After a minute or so of lying perfectly still, he heard Katrina snoring next to him.
Figuring there was no point in staying here, he was in the middle of sitting up when the doorbell rang. He jolted upright the rest of the way and leapt out of the bed. He grabbed his phone from the night stand and leafed through the messages. He had several from Rita that he had not responded to. They all said the same thing; she would be dropping Amanda and Krissy off at his place that morning.
The doorbell rang a second time just before he opened the door. “Hey Dad.” Amanda hugged him immediately. He patted her on the back of the head and then looked over at his second daughter. Krissy was immersed in the screen of her phone and completely ignored him apart from blowing a bubble with her gum and popping it.
“Did she not want to come?” Marcus asked.
“She treats Mom the same way,” Amanda assured him. “Was it okay to come over today? You never responded to Mom’s messages.”
“I stayed up late last night,” he admitted.
“Ooh, did you have a lady friend over?” Amanda teased him.
“Actually, yes,” he admitted bluntly. “That’s part of the reason I agreed to you coming over today. I wanted you two to meet her.”
“Is that your way of dumping her or getting more serious?” Amanda asked.
“The second one, I hope.” He was not confident.
When Krissy entered the house she rang the doorbell a third time pointlessly. “Mark! Answer the door already!” Katrina screamed from the top of the stairs a moment later. Amanda waved up at her. She looked down at her missing pants with bulging eyes and then disappeared from view for a moment.
As soon as she was presentable, Katrina bounded down the stairs and confronted Marcus in the kitchen. He was in the middle of making eggs and bacon. “Who is that?” she pointed into the living room where Amanda was. Then she noticed Krissy sitting at the kitchen table. “Who is this?” she demanded.
“These are my daughters,” he answered calmly without taking his eyes off the stove at all.
“You’re married?” she spat angrily.
“Divorced,” he corrected her.
“You never told me you had children.”
“I just did.”
“You’re supposed to bring it up before we meet!”
“Is this the bitch you left Mom for?” Krissy finally spoke.
Katrina glared at her. She had the same drowsy looking eyes and slightly gaunt face that Marcus had but her hair was blonde like Rita’s. Amanda had black hair that was even darker than Marcus’s but she was also obviously his daughter.
“I met Katrina last year. I left your Mom a long time before that,” Marcus explained.
Krissy eyed Katrina up and down and then returned her nose to her phone. “What’s her problem?” Katrina demanded.
“She’s like that with everyone,” he brushed it off.
“She called me a bitch,” Katrina complained.
“She did not.”
“Yeah I did,” Krissy admitted it.
“What’s the matter? You don’t like me?” Katrina placed her hands on her hips.
Krissy looked past her and addressed her dad instead. “If you were desperate to get laid, you could’ve just gotten back with Mom. She’s at least better than this.” Krissy gestured at Katrina with her phone.
“I will not be spoken to this way!” Katrina screamed.
“If only I was getting laid,” Marcus chuckled.
“Is that really something you want to discuss in front of your daughter?” Katrina turned her anger toward him.
“Lord knows you won’t discuss it with me so I may as well talk to her about it.”
“Are you still upset that I wouldn’t put out last night?” Katrina asked. “Obviously you had more important plans today anyway. Why do men only think with their dicks?”
“Why are you dating our dad if not for his dick?” Amanda entered the kitchen and sat down at the table.
“How old are you two anyway?” Katrina asked.
“I’m a senior and she’s a freshman,” Amanda answered. “We’ve had sex ed if that’s what you’re asking.”
“You’ve had more than just the ed,” Krissy mumbled to herself.
“Are you still with what’s his name?” Marcus asked.
“Yes, I’m still with what’s his name,” Amanda responded sarcastically. “We’re going to the same college.”
“By your age I’d had three different girlfriends. Two at the same time,” Marcus bragged.
“I’m not a whore Dad.”
“I was a player,” he argued.
“Not when you’re a girl. Then you’re just a slut.”
Marcus set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of her. “Nothing wrong with being a little slutty when you’re young.”
“I don’t believe this.” Katrina was shaking her head. “I think I know why your wife left you.”
“I didn’t cheat on her,” Marcus assured her.
“No, but you raised your children to be immoral,” Katrina spat.
“That’s not true,” Marcus scoffed. “Krissy, I was a great dad, wasn’t I?”
“Hail satin.” Krissy pumped her fist once without looking up from her phone.
Katrina tossed her hands and then stomped out of the kitchen. A moment later the front door slammed. “How is she going to get home?” Amanda asked.
“She’ll call an uber,” Marcus answered.
“You’re fine letting her get a random guy’s car?”
“If she won’t put out for me but will for a greasy cab driver then theirs something wrong with your old man,” Marcus sighed.
“You really are hung up on that, aren’t you?” Amanda shook her head.
“You don’t understand what it’s like to be in a sexless relationship.”
“Ugh, fine, will you shut up if I can get you off.”
Marcus snorted in laughter. Amanda smiled slyly before dropping to her hands and knees and crawling underneath the kitchen table. “Okay, that’s enough,” Marcus tried to move away when she grabbed his belt and began to undo it.
“You just told her to sleep with more than one guy while she’s young,” Krissy reminded him.
“I didn’t mean me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m your father.”
“So? You’re a guy. It’s only weird if you think about it too much.”
“We can’t have a relationship. We can’t date or have kids or anything.”
“See, you thought about it too much. If I go out and cheat on Jared with a random guy, I’m not going to date or marry them and I’m definitely not getting pregnant with them. What’s wrong with you being that guy?”
“Girls, do you even hear yourselves right now? Haven’t you ever seen news stories about father’s that molest their daughters?”
“Yeah that’s bad and all, but those people give it a bad reputation. They ruin it for people that just want to have platonic incest.”