Daddies fall pt 2_(2) by juggalo army

A literotic sexstories: daddies fall pt 2_(2) by juggalo army ,

hey all! its your friendly neighborhood juggalo here with the next bit. Now this one is a bit of a doozy because half of it was wrote while i was drunk, so yeah. still the same concept, i’m new to writing and about to run out of ideas so suggestions are wanted. still don’t care about grammatical errors. i still have that pain in the ass spell check and dont use it. call me a tard, call me a moron, but i’m a juggalo, and in the words of the chainsmoker and the fatso (jamie madrox and monoxide child aka TWIZTID) fuck off mutha facka!!! lol wickid clowns never die, whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!! welcome to the army of the juggalosdaddies fall part two-

I woke up the next morning to the small of frying bacon. Following the smell to the kitchen, I beheld a wondrous sight. Heather was standing in front of the stove stirring scrambled eggs wearing only two things: an apron that said ‘screw the cook, I want my bacon‘, a gift an old body of mine gave me back in my bachelor days, and my shorts. She noticed me staring at her and smiled at me. After she lowered the heat to keep the eggs from burning she walked over and gave me a kiss.

“good morning daddy. How do you feel?”

“honestly with the way your dress and everything, what do you think?” I said smiling “why aren’t you at school?”

“well, to everyone’s knowledge, I’m sick with the flu. I woke up half an hour before you.”

“mmkay well I’m gonna go take a cold shower now if you don’t mind. I still reek from last night.”

“yeah. You do.” Heather said scrunching up her nose, “p.u. course I’m not much better, maybe I’ll join you when I’m done cooking, but only if it’s a hot shower. I am NOT getting naked under cold ass water.”

“aww… but it’s only that much more fun. Plus I’d be there to keep you warm.”

“mmmm when you say it like that…” she stretched up to give me a kiss and turned back toward the eggs, only to squeal a second later when I pinched her ass. She chased me to the bathroom, where I pinned her to the wall.

“meanie.” She said, pouting. “let me go or the eggs will burn.”

I just put a bit more pressure on her arms and started kissing her bare shoulder and up to her neck.

“daddy please.” she said, desire flaming in her eyes, “ at least let me turn off the eye.”

Smiling fiendishly, I grabbed the apron strings and pulled. It folded over to cover part of it, making it read ‘screw my bacon’. Taking its as her opportunity, Heather broke my hold and escaped to the kitchen, giggling as she ran. Turning in the kitchen doorway she turned around and jiggled her tits at me.

Laughing I turned and entered the bathroom. The first thing I noticed was the garbage can had a lot of toilet paper in it. The second was that the towels seemed to be pushed further forward than usual.

That can’t be right. Walking over to the towels, I tried to scoot them back a bit to keep them from falling whenever someone grabbed a towel. Weird. They wouldn’t scoot back. When I removed them, I saw why. There were two boxes of pregnancy tests and an unopened box of B.C. pills. Hmmm Heather needs to put them in a better spot. Grabbing the boxes, I went over to the cabinet by the toilet and clear some room for them. After I closed the cabinet, I glanced around the bathroom. Why was there so much clean toilet paper in the trash can? Looking a bit closer, I saw some of the test had been used and it looked like it was recent. Moving the paper aside gently, I looked at the results. What I saw made my heart. All of the tests read positive. Heather was pregnant.

“I meant to tell you after breakfast.”

I turned around. Heather was standing in the doorway, a look of fear and despair written all over her face. Not saying anything, I set the tests on the bathroom counter. My grandchild was going to be my own offspring. I knew It was bound to happen eventually, no matter how careful we had been. Financially we were alright. I could easily buy a new baby bedroom set, thanks to a savings account I’d been pumping money into since I was able to start earning a paycheck plus 33 years of interest. So I wasn’t worried about money. What I was worried about was Heather. She was only 16. Is she ready to be a mother? Hell on that note was I ready for another baby? I was five years ago, but that didn’t turn out too well. And what about school? It would kill her sociably. I was capable to home school her, but her friends would come to visit and see her swollen.

“daddy” Heather laid a hand on my arm, tears welling up in her eyes. Well, for better or worse, she’s gonna need me and I swore I would be there, only now I wasn’t just her father, I was her lover as well.

Heather flinched when I finally moved, but before she could move to far away, I wrapped my arms around her.

“baby, it’s ok. It was bound to happen no matter how safe we were. I’ve been planning to expand the house anyways, this just gives me and excuse. I have more than enough money put away from all my books plus Sharon says my newest draft was a hit with the publishing company, so we’ve got nothing to worry about. I can home school you for your junior year and have you back in school for your senior. It’s going to be fine.”

“so you don’t hate me?”

“are you kidding? How could I hate the most unselfish, giving, most beautiful woman in my world? Not happy with the fact that you hid the evidence, but I’ll just spank you for that.”

“you really think I’m that beautiful? What about Sharon?”

“what about her?”

“don’t you think she’s pretty.” She said looking into my eyes

“not as beautiful as you, plus she isn’t here as much as she would have to be to catch my eye like that.”

Heather blushed. “so you don’t think it’ll be a burden?”

“ not in the least. We’ll set up a test at the hospital to be sure the result are sound. How many of your friends can you truly trust?”

“well there’s Amanda and Jenna, after them not really any one. Why?”

“because people will snoop around. We need to come up with a convincing story to tell everyone about the pregnancy.”

“I don’t care about that shit, daddy. But I had already thought that through. The story can be that I got raped. You went to a conference out of town, and while you were gone someone broke into the house and raped me in my bed. I was too scared to call the cops and I don’t believe in abortions so I’m keeping it. When you came home and found out what happened, you did what any dad would do, tried to find the rapist. Though you didn’t find him, you’re still keeping your ear to the ground, but what about Amanda and Jenna? What does it have to do with them?”

“We need someone to tell the story, don’t we?”

“Well, yeah, I see your point.”

Amanda and Jenna were sisters that grew up with Heather, Their dad and I didn’t see eye to eye… well maybe that’s putting it to nicely, since the last time I saw him, I told him if I ever did again I would shoot him between the eyes. See he liked the sauce, and that’s how I met him. I’d known his daughters for years, fourteen if I remember correctly. Sarah, the girls’ mother, was real close friends with Tracy, so I used to see her on a regular basis. She had had a pretty face, until her husband sliced it open with a broken beer bottle three years ago, and that’s what made me want to kill him. Still Sarah was still a very sweet woman, even after her divorce, (that asshole’s in jail for the next 30 years with no parole. Gotta love Karma) offering to watch Heather when she could, bringing me homemade pies, you know the neighbor thing. Amanda was a little bit older than Heather at being seventeen, with chestnut eyes and auburn hair that, the last time I saw her, went down passed her waist. She was a skinny little thing like her mother, with the medium build of a runner. Jenna was more into that punk stuff. Jet black hair cut short, with a pink strip cutting down it. Unlike her sister, she had more of a healthy look to her. Save for the fact that she kept herself paler than a piece of paper. Amanda was highly protective of Jenna, which made sense. I’m not sure what David put them through but if he was willing to attack Sarah with a broken beer bottle, it’s possible he did worse to the kids. I had Sarah’s number around here somewhere.

“Hello?” Jenna had answered the phone when I found where the number was written down at.

“Hi, Jenna, how are you?”

“Oh, hey Mr.S! I’m alright”

“Is your mother there?”

“Yeah, but she’s in the kitchen. If you can hold on, I’ll go get her.”

“I would be very appreciative.”

The mike on their handset must have been a little too sensitive, because it sounded like Amanda was having a very bad day. Amanda was one of those brain children, one of those that graduate high school really early. She was already a sophomore in college, and after a bit of convincing from me, Sharon had hired her on at the editor’s office as a secretary. Jenna wasn’t too far behind either, because I had never heard of her ever making an F. according to Heather, Jenna was even teaching the teachers a thing or two. She had been offered the ability to skip ahead, but in her words ‘I have more fun making my math teacher go red in the face, why would I give that up?’

“Hi Arthur, it’s good to hear from you after all this time, how you been?”

“I’m doing a lot better, actually. Listen I’m ordering some food for me and Heather and thought what would be better than to have some old friends over, plus I have a proposition for you, if you’re interested, that is.”

“ Arthur, I think you just saved my ass again, I just burned the chicken I was cooking for dinner an nothing else was thawed out enough to even try to cook it. What kind of proposition are we talking about?”

“Well to be blunt, Heather might be pregnant.”

“WHAT!” came all three voices, making me come to the conclusion that I was on speaker.

“Just come over, and I’ll explain everything, ok?”

“We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Ok, see you then.”

After I ended the call, I dialed up the pizza parlor up the street and order 6 extra large pizzas of various toppings, making sure to get one with anchovies and pineapples for Jenna. I like anchovies myself on occasions but they’re just so salty that I can’t eat them often. It was fifteen minutes later when the doorbell rang and there was Sarah, looking absolutely livid, followed by a very scared very nervous pizza boy that Jenna was eyeing with a smirk.