Literotic asexstories – Three The Hard Way by Fatdog25,Fatdog25
All persons engaging in sexual activities are indeed adults over the age of 18. This is entirely a work of fiction.
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The dark haired five year old sitting cross legged on the other side of the game board carefully rolled the single die in her right hand and released it onto the board in front of her. Four. Her lips moved as she counted the dots on the die face and then moved her piece the same number of squares. When it came to rest on the last square before the finish line, she muttered “Damn” under her breath. My daughter took game night with Daddy very seriously.
“Bobbi, language.” Her mother and the love of my life quietly corrected little Roberta Marie Mattick. I looked up at Cindy and made a face at her as she somewhat successfully choked back a laugh. She was loving this. She made a production of rearranging her sundress, giving me an unobstructed view of her light blue panty clad crotch with the small wet spot. Bobbi, with her back to her mother, never saw a thing. Cindy went back to updating her students’ grades in the school district parent-teacher portal.
“Sorry, Mommy,” The little shit didn’t look or sound sorry at all. She knew as well as I did that if she won, it would be the first time that I didn’t win a game all night. My consolation prize was looking pretty good though and my pride would survive this loss. Cindy shifted her legs again, attempting to distract me with another glimpse between her legs. I could see the slight peaks her nipples were starting to make in the fabric of the sundress. Yeah, it looked like I was getting lucky tonight.
I stared at the board. The only way I could win this game would be to roll a six. I hadn’t hit a needed roll or card draw all night. Bobbi watched me expectantly. For her, it was do or die. She had never won every game before and the suspense was killing her.
“All right, Queen Bee, here we go. Give Daddy a six!” I rolled the die and Bobbi leaned forward to watch it intently. Wouldn’t you know it? Five. “Shit.” I am my daughter’s father, I hate losing just as much as she does.
Bobbi let out a loud exaggerated gasp, “Daddy! Language!” Cindy tried unsuccessfully to choke back a snicker. I watched as my daughter moved my piece next to hers on the last square, then she picked up the die and just dropped it. Under the rules, it didn’t matter what she actually rolled, it was enough to move her piece across the finish line. She had finally shut me out for the night. That mic drop thing was a bit much, though.
“I won all three, Daddy. Mommy, I won all three tonight!” Bobbi was beside herself. She had come close a couple of times before. I knew it was just a matter of time before the odds caught up with me.
I stuck my hand out and solemnly shook her hand, “Nice game, Queen Bee. Next week, it’s ‘big girl rules’, so make sure you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I think you need to be ready, though.” This elicited another laugh from Cindy.
“We’ll see. Time to pick this up and get ready for bed, babe.” I started collecting all the pieces to hand to her as she put them back in the box. Looking at the clock, it was just a little bit before eight. Her sister, Veronica Lynn, went down at seven thirty so Bobbi could have some “big sister time” with us. Unfortunately, Bobbi and Ronnie would be up about six in the morning. It seems to come earlier every weekend.
All three of us jumped when the doorbell rang. Cindy picked up her phone to look at the app for our new video doorbell. Her face immediately scrunched up into a scowl as she muttered “What the fuck?”
Bobbi had been going to correct her mother but the look on Cindy’s face apparently made her rethink that. I looked at Cindy and she mouthed “Laura.” I guess the look on my face upset Bobbi more as she dropped the board onto her lap before she could get it into the box. Cindy stood up and collected our daughter, “Off to bed, sweetie. We’ll clean this up for you tonight.” She jerked her head toward the door, indicating that I needed to go take care of this.
As I made my way to the front door, I could hear Bobbi tell Cindy that she needed to go to the bathroom. I heard the bathroom door close as Cindy reminded her to wash her hands before brushing her teeth.
I opened the door to a slightly shorter version of Cindy. “Hi, Stevie. Remember me?”
Yeah, I remembered her. In painful detail. Eleven years worth of painful details.
I guess some history would be helpful right about now. My name is Steven Thomas Mattick. I’m 30, about average height at 6’1″ and maybe 190 pounds or so, brownish blond hair cut a little long over the ears with a full beard. Otherwise, I’d look like I was 18. I work for a nationwide hardware store chain in retail management. Cindy, nobody has ever called her Cynthia, who is one third of the loves of my life, is 29. She’s about 5’6″, maybe 140 pounds, but it’s pretty well proportioned on her pear shaped build. Laura is now 28, a little shorter but around the same weight. Both have the same dark curly hair and delicate facial features. Cindy teaches sixth, seventh, and eighth graders. The last time I saw Laura, she was ruining our lives.
The reason neither of us are happy to see Laura? She caught Cindy and me having sex and ratted us out to our father. Yeah, our. The three of us are siblings. Laura caught us fucking and then dragged our father over to bust us.
The details of what happened next aren’t that important. A lot of shit got yelled back and forth, and he threw the two of us out with nothing but our clothes and a little over four hundred dollars I had managed to squirrel away without his knowledge.
“Why the fuck are you here?” I thought that by now I had gotten over what had happened but apparently hadn’t. I was pissed, as pissed as I had been that afternoon she ratted us out.
“I — I need help, Stevie. Please.” The smile was gone now. She looked tired and upset.
I was getting ready to tell her to fuck off and die when a little voice behind me said, “Daddy? Who’s that?”
At about the same time, Cindy came through the dining room and into the entryway, “Bobbi! I said it was time for bed!” She went to pick up Bobbi and stopped short when she saw Laura still standing there.
Laura looked at me, at her sister, then our daughter, and then back at me in surprise. I shook my head from side to side. “I’m Laura, sweetie. I’m your Mommy’s sister.” The similarity was obvious with the two of them, not so much with me.
Laura looked at Cindy, “She’s adorable, sis. How old is she?”
Bobbi shyly held up five fingers. Cindy stared daggers at Laura before turning and taking Bobbi back inside to her room. I could hear Cindy scolding our daughter as they walked away, “You don’t run to the door like that at night, remember? You let Daddy answer it.”
“Sorry, Mommy. I just wanted to see who it was.” She actually did sound contrite, this time.
That served to remind me that at least one of my daughters could be listening and I needed to be a little more adult. I looked at Laura and kept my voice low, “Again, what the fuck do you want, Laura?”
“I need a place to stay for a couple of days. Daddy threw me out, too.”
I laughed and she flinched like I’d slapped her across the face. “Why is that our problem?”
“You’re the only place I have to go. Nobody from the church will help me now.”
I felt Cindy come up behind me. I’m pretty sure I could actually feel the anger radiating from her body. “Did you think, really think, that after the bullshit you pulled, we were gonna be happy to see you? That we’re going to actually fucking care?” She was careful not to shout but her point was pretty clear.
At that point, Laura just turned around and lifted the back of her shirt. There were bruises. A lot of bruises. Some were old and some weren’t. Cindy inhaled sharply. We both muttered “Son of a bitch” at the same time.
Cindy pushed past me and grabbed Laura’s arm. Guiding her inside, we went into the living room. I gathered up what was left of the board game and put it away quickly while Cindy went to get a glass of water. We were pissed at Laura, absolutely. But that? That was too much.
“What happened?” Cindy sat down next to Laura.
“After Daddy threw you out, I ended up getting married to Lewis Thurston.” I remembered Lew. He was an older guy, maybe six years older than me. Girls never liked him because he came off as creepy.
Laura continued, “Daddy said it was a necessary sacrifice for the church. His family had money, money Daddy could put to good use getting the word out.” The word my father wanted to get out was “hate”. He had a lot of it.
She took a long sip of water. “Lewis liked to hit me until I cried, then he wanted to have sex with me. I complained to Daddy and he said I needed to accept that he was my husband and my purpose was to serve him, whatever that took. So I left Lewis and filed for divorce. He didn’t think I’d do it because I don’t have anything to my name, I literally own nothing. I took one of Daddy’s cars and left. He refused to help me. Told me if I wasn’t going to honor my vows to get out of his house.”
“So how did you find us?” I asked gently. We hadn’t had any contact with her in eleven years, we had lived in transient hotels, shelters and the occasional campground until we got to Des Moines. Our father took our phones, he was paying for them, so we had no real way to keep in touch with anybody back home. Not that we really wanted to.
“Cynthia Mattick, one of Des Moines Independent Community School District’s Teachers of the Year. It was a nice picture. The county property tax database gave me the address. I wasn’t sure you were still together until then.”
“First, you need to see a doctor. Did you file a police report?” Cindy asked her.
“Yeah, when I went to the hospital the last time, they called them. He bruised one of my kidneys and I was peeing a little bit of blood. You know how Daddy feels about hospitals and doctors, that was just another thing I did wrong.”
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