Daddy Andy

"Hold it right there young lady!" My father yelled after me taking the stairs painfully slow, his hands in his pockets, his eyes never leaving mine once I turned to face him. He was towering over me. Licking his lips slowly his grim line of a smile turned into a smirk. His mood swings were going to be the death of me. "Why arent you wearing any underwear?" My eyes went wide and I tried to stop my hands from hiding this truth, but I was already caught. I couldnt form a complete sentence. I didnt even know what kind of lie to tell to justify it. I had to stand my ground though. Squaring my shoulders and lifting my head high, "Why were you looking? I bet he didnt think I would come back with that. He kind of just leaned against the wall, leg bent propped up against it picking at his nail. "Its hard not to notice when you're walking above me. Now, answer the question." I couldnt hold the snicker in my throat. I just turned on my heel and continued my way to my bedroom.

I needed a shower. I needed a break from all these new things coming into the light before me. A day by the pool should do it. It was after all Saturday. The weekends were my tanning days. I even made a little cubicle where I didnt have to wear a bathing suit and deal with those hideous tan lines. First, I needed to call and apologize to my mother. Laid back on my bed my legs propped up to my butt I listened to the ringing. With my luck she probably didnt want to answer. Or maybe she was on set. Biting my nail I left the most heartfelt voicemail I felt would suffice for my actions. Time would only tell, when and if she called back with forgiveness.

I had already showered and laid by the pool for almost three hours now. I felt completely at ease. So calm. Walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of tea I noticed the house was eerily silent. Did my dad leave? Shrugging my shoulders I just went about my business. Now laying on my front I could hear the faint voices of my dear Uncles. Oh dear, this should be fun. Aunt Ella came to warn me that they were planning something. I loved her. We talked, well I muffled into my lounge chair but she understood. Chit-chatting for over an hour and nothing happened. We both stared at the little entrance way to my cubicle expecting them all to plow through, or water balloons to fall from the sky. Nothing. She walked back first, afterall, I had to put my suit back on. Carefully I rounded the corner looking in every direction. I was just at the door when Ash-Bash picked me up and jumped into the pool. I was not prepared for cold water.

"Oh. My. God. It. Is. Cold." I stated between chattering teeth when I rose out of the water. He just floated away laughing. I grabbed his leg and dragged him under. Swimming away when he submerged. Laughing in victory I reached the pool side and went to lift myself out when Coma lifted me by my arms and tossed me back in. "Were gonna play Marco Polo!" He yelled excitedly as he nudged everyone else in. The only one that wasnt in was my dad. He sat in his lounge chair almost scowling. I swam to the edge, batted my eyelashes a lopsided grin, "Come on in Daddy the water doesnt bite." The smoke from his cigarette leaving his lips as he looked down at me. Thank God I was in water because the look he was giving me and the way he looked at that moment I would have for sure needed a change of underwear. He just gave a slight shake of his head indicating a 'no'. I was so tired of that word and him. Swimming to the steps I walked out of the water and right up to him. I was going to sit on his lap but he already leaned forward making that not a possibility. So I took his cigarette. Brought it to my lips. The tip of my tongue hitting the filter just before my lips circled around said filter and inhaled. He half expected me to probably cough. Choke. I've watched him so many times I guess I learned it from admiration. Blowing the smoke out in his face, smiling, "Get in the pool." His face looked half stunned and half mad. Putting the cigarette out I stood in front of him. Waiting. "Ohhhh, you gonna let her do that? Andy?" The guys voiced to my dazed father. Evil swiped across his features and he ran full force into me making us both fall into the pool.

"Got you in!" I screamed as I jumped on his back. His arms gripped my legs around him. I tried swimming away. He had a death grip. I wasnt going anywhere. Everyone was laughing at my failed attempts. "I'm it first!" Coma shouted as he dunked himself under the water spinning 10x. I was still stuck to my dads back. He had my back pinned to the pool wall. "So you going to tell me what happened last night?" He whispered back to me. "Sorry, I dont kiss and tell." Leaning myself into him. Coma and since resurfaced and was at the opposite end of the pool.

Marco.
POLO!

"Did IT happen?" He sounded terrified. Nestling my lips against his neck, "No, but I liked it." whispering into his ear. He shivered. I just thought it was cause of the water. He turned his cheek to me, "What did...' He paused as Coma slicked by. I wrapped tighter around him. Once he passed I waited for the rest of his question. He kept opening and closing his mouth. Licking over his lips. His forehead crinkled.

Marco.
POLO!

I decided to tell him narratively. He was already reading my diaries. Why not hear it from me instead. "He kissed my lips first. Bit my neck here (I nibbled behind his earlobe). His hands moved across my skin awaking every nerve.(I moved his hands further up my thighs.) His mouth sucked here, (I licked his pulse point) these, (I pushed my bust into his back) here, I moved his hand to my hip. And his tongue, I involuntarily moaned, did wonders to me here, (the hand I put on my hip I maneuvered to where he was cupping my sex). He grunted digging his fingers across the fabric of my bottoms. I inwardly squeaked. My foot brushed across something hard. I smirked against his back. My hands traveled around his torso and slid down his shorts. He gasped at the sudden grip I had around him. "Baby, dont, stop." His free hand gripped my hand around him. "Be quiet or they'll hear." I whispered into his ear. My hand stroked up. Then down. "If it was so wrong you wouldnt be wanting this. I wouldnt be trying so hard." Up. Down.

Marco.
POLO!

His Polo came out as a moan. Good thing too considering Jock just slid past. When did he become it? "I know, I cant deny the effects all this has on me. What it sturs in me. But not like this baby. Stop before I cant contain it secretly". I loosened my grip on him, and around him. He turned to face me, eyes clouded with lust. His hands lifted to run through his hair. The noise of the water seeming loud now. "GOT YA!" Jock yelled as he slammed into his back. I tried to suppress my laugh but couldnt. Dad just sneered at me but his eyes held something.

I was cleaning up after dinner when everyone went shuffling out the door saying goodbyes and giving side hugs. Today was fun. I couldnt help but think I had some punishment coming. For sneaking out last night. Coming home after my mother left. The pool incident. Something was bound to come down on me.

Venturing to the couch I slumped down closing my eyes just for a second. Then something hit my face. Giggling as I looked at the fabric. That was until I took notice at what exactly it was. Lingerie? I flipped off the couch noticing my dad standing in the doorway. Be ready in ten. Uncrossing his arms and moving down the hall to his study/office. What? Just a couple of days ago this was an abomination. What changed? I went to go ask when a knock came to the door. Pausing my step and retreating backwards I opened the door. "Leon?"

I stood there bewildered. What the hell was he doing here? I thought our last encounter was pretty clear. "I dont wish to see you." I went to go slam the door in his face when he stopped it. Stepping closer to my slim form, "You left your book at the booth. Dont want you to lose it." Smirking at me he put it in my hands. "Lyrik, who is..Hello? Who are you?" My father asked from behind me a few feet. "No one." "For now." He faintly said to me as he twirled around and left my porch. Closing the door and locking it I turned to my father. "Was he the one who..why do he have your mothers book?" I lifted the book away from my body and stared confused at my father and shocked by his words. "Mom's book?" The bookmark was moved.

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