Stranded Daddies

by Lubrican

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Chapter Two

A new movie had started, on Jimmy Joe's porn station. It was called "Sock Her Balls Tournament" They had laughed uproariously as women who had to be in their mid twenties, but were acting the parts of High School girls, pranced around on a soccer field, trying to kick a ball, while their fathers, who could only be five or six years older than the women, talked about how hard High School was for their daughters, and about how worried they were for their daughters' virtues. All the shots of the women playing "soccer" were of tits and butts and hair flying. The men, while they talked about their "High School soccer stars" all had to rub their crotches, for some reason.

Cindy and Denise were almost in tears, laughing so hard, but stopped as one father began to massage his daughter's "aching legs" after the game, in the privacy of their own home. When "Daddy" suggested that her uniform was in the way, she coyly removed it, along with her sports bra and panties, for some reason, and lay down on the bed.

It was obvious where this was going. Denise and Cindy had seen three different pricks fucking three different pussies, since their fathers had gone to find something to eat. Now, as "Daddy's" prick slipped out of his robe, right in front of "daughter's" eyes, and the "daughter" licked her lips, Cindy reached out and punched the off button.

"Oh my gosh this is just AWFUL!" squealed Cindy.

"Hey!" complained Denise.

"I can't watch that!" said Cindy. She was flushed. "I used to sleep in the same BED as my Daddy!"

"You DID!?" squealed Denise. "You never told me that!"

"It was a long time ago," said Cindy, waving her hand carelessly. "He made me start sleeping in my own bed when I started having periods." She shifted uncomfortably in her uniform. Her nipples were tingling, and she wished she could take her sports bra off and pinch them. She hated bras, and only wore one during games, going without, the rest of the time, if she could get away with it.

Denise had a far-away look in her eyes, that Cindy knew well. Denise had three boys on a string. She let them play, but not much. Only touching of breasts was allowed. The same was true of Cindy, except that her just-broken-up-with boyfriend had bragged to his friends that she'd let him do a LOT more. When she found out, she dumped him, and then told him why. He'd accused her of being frigid, and she'd cut him off at the knees. "I AM looking for a nice hard prick," she'd said sweetly, leaning toward him. "but not one shaped like YOU!"

Because the girls routinely discussed their love lives, and because they were one-for-all and all-for-one, they agreed to adopt the same rules, when it came to boys. They had, when they were both thirteen, sworn to have a double marriage, hopefully to identical twins, and go on their honeymoons together, to lose their virginities side-by-side. It had been a wild and hormone-driven dream, at the time, as they masturbated together in Cindy's bedroom, during one of their almost weekly sleepovers.

Since then, of course, common sense had put that oath on a very back burner. Both girls remembered it fondly, but didn't expect it to really happen any more.

But, because both girls routinely discussed their love lives, both girls had, at one time or another, expressed how much they thought of each other's fathers. "Uncle Dave" and "Uncle Dick" were the coolest fathers on the planet, and both, according the their "nieces" were hunky hotties too. Of course both squealed and disagreed with each other routinely about that designation, but both were secretly proud that the other thought her father was handsome. Both girls thought their fathers were handsome too.

"I know what you're thinking," said Cindy, seeing the look on her best friend's face. "You can't have him. He's mine."

Denise's eyes cleared, and her eyebrows rose. "But I thought you didn't want to see that!" she said, pointing to the TV.

"He's not mine THAT way!" said Cindy, blushing. "But you can't have him that way either!"

"Oh, come on," sighed Denise, seeing a way to needle her friend. "He doesn't have a girl friend, and he's not sleeping with you any more." She grinned.

"Oh yeah?" said Cindy, rising to the bait. "So how would you feel if I let YOUR father do that to me?" She pointed to the TV too.

"Mmmmm," said Denise, suddenly feeling her own nipples begging for attention. "That would be so naughty."

Dave and Dick approached their room. The door was still open. Both were sweating from their walk in the heat, though, and just thought the girls had left the door open to air out the room. They hadn't said anything to each other for the last hundred yards or so, just walking amiably in silence. It was for that reason, and the fact that Cindy had turned off the TV, that they were able to hear the girls talking, as they approached the open door.

"Knock it off," said Cindy, frowning. "Don't tease me like that. You know I just broke up with Randy. At least you still have John and Nick and Ted to play with your nasty little nipples!"

Denise knew she'd gotten the better of her friend, and backed off.

"I know, and I'm sorry about that. Randy was a jerk."

"Are you sorry enough to loan me Ted?" asked Cindy, feeling better. "You said he plays with your nipples extra good."

"No," said Denise immediately. "But, unlike you, I'd share my Daddy with you." She grinned.

Cindy spoke too loudly. "I can't BELIEVE you! You have three boys to play with your titties, and you STILL want to sleep with my father!?"

Denise was unrepentant. "I SAID I'd share MY father with you too! Don't take it out on me just because Randy claimed to have gotten your cherry!" She bored on in. "And YOU'RE the one who shut off that movie. I think you have the hots for your OWN Daddy!"

Both men stood stock still, jaws drooping, shocked to their cores by what they were hearing.

Dick felt a welling up of anger that three boys were allowed, according to Cindy's rant, to feel up his baby girl's sweet breasts! Then his daughter's offer to "share" HIM with Cindy, thundered into his brain, exploding like fireworks.

Dave, hearing that the luscious young girl who was his daughter's best friend, and his own favorite fantasy, wanted to SLEEP with him, had much the same effect on his own brain. The added information that some boy had tried to deflower his sweet daughter ... and had failed ... made something swell inside of him that threatened to make his body limp. His arms tightened reflexively on the paper bag in them, and the paper crackled.

"Don't go there!" said Cindy, her voice loud. "Just because we talk about each other's fathers doesn't mean we should DO something about it!"

"Hey!" said Denise. "I just thought of something!"

"Probably my Daddy's penis!" snorted Cindy.

"I'm serious!" said Denise. "There are only two beds."

There was a pregnant pause.

"Oh my GOSH!" said Cindy, explosively. "You're right!"

"Looks like you get to sleep with your Daddy again after all," said Denise's voice, heavy with innuendo.

"I can't do that!" moaned Cindy.

"I KNEW it!" squealed Denise. "You DO have the hots for your own father!"

"It's not like that!" insisted Cindy. "I loved sleeping with him, back when I was little. He was so warm, and he smelled so good. I felt safe!"

"I know what you mean," said Denise. "I used to fall asleep, lying on the couch while we watched TV. Daddy would carry me up to bed. I loved that. He felt so strong. I always wished he'd put me in his bed, but he never did."

"Really?" asked her friend. "I though I was the only one who felt like that."

"I'm sorry I teased you," said Denise, again best friend to her best friend. "What are we going to do? We have to all sleep somewhere."

"I don't know," said Cindy. "I think it would be better to sleep with my own father, than yours. Thinking about sleeping with yours makes me want to rub."

"I know that!" said Denise. "I might attack Uncle Dave if I have to sleep with him."

"Don't lie!" said Cindy. "We're both virgins and we're both staying virgins until we're married!"

"I know," said Denise, her voice easy. "But it sure would be fun to sleep with a man ... you know ... just to see what it's like. I mean there wouldn't have to be anything like what was on TV, or anything. But it would be hot!" There was a pause, and Denise spoke again. "Tell the truth! Would you rather sleep with your Daddy, or my Daddy?"

"My Daddy!" said Cindy. "No! Your Daddy! ... Oh ... I don't know. OK, I admit it! I have feelings for BOTH of them. There! Are you happy now?"

"In that case," said Denise, her voice heavy with emotion, "I don't mind admitting that the thought of sleeping with my daddy makes me want to rub too. Maybe you and I had better sleep together. At least you can't make me pregnant."

"DENISE!" squealed Cindy.

There were giggles and the sound of soft thuds, as each girl grabbed a pillow and started an impromptu pillow fight.

Dave felt Dick's hand on his sleeve, pulling, and he stumbled backwards, his frozen legs reacting to being off balance. Dick took him back towards the road, and closer to the building.

"What the fuck do we do now?" he asked. He was panting.

"Oh, man," said Dave, his mouth dry. "Did you KNOW any of that?"

"Fuck no, I didn't know any of that!" gasped Dick. "My little girl lets three boys play with her tits?!"

"At least my baby is still a virgin," sighed Dave, reaching for what comfort he could find in the situation.

"They both are," said Dick, feeling relief course through his body as he centered on that fact.

Dave turned to his best friend, his face frozen. "My daughter wants to sleep with you!"

Dick, still off kilter by what he'd heard, knew this was a dangerous situation. He grasped at the first defense that came to mind. "She wants to sleep with you too, from the sounds of it." His face twisted. "My daugher wants to sleep with ME!"

Dave couldn't deny that. He hadn't had time to process that information. When he did, his world would flip flop all over the place, and his blood pressure would go up thirty points. But right now all he could think of was that this was an untenable situation.

"What the fuck do we do?" he asked, helplessly.

"We can't sleep with them." Dick's voice sounded shaky. "Either of them."

"Right!" said Dave, feeling some grasp of sanity returning. "We have to go with our original plan. Us in one bed, and them in another."

"Right!" said Dick.

Both men grasped at the only plan they could come up with to put some sanity back in the situation.

"We'd better get in there," said Dave.

"Yeah," agreed Dick. "They might wonder where we are and come looking for us. We wouldn't want them to see us just standing here."

Anyone who would have seen the two men huddling in front of a motel room door ... that wasn't to their room ... would have assumed they were up to no good. No one was watching them, thankfully, and when they moved, both attempted to do something to warn the girls they were coming. Unfortunately, both men's minds were centered on things sexual, so what Dick came up with was probably not the best thing to use.

"What a piece of work!" Dick almost yelled, as they approached the open door of their room. "That woman should be put on a leash!"

Dave caught on immediately. "What you said, buddy!" he said, as if Pops and his squealing hearing aids was trying to listen in. "We're lucky to have gotten out of there with our pants on!"

They stumbled into the room, wide-eyed and pale, to find Denise sitting on one bed, and Cindy standing by the sink. Both girls were staring at the men.

"What happened?" asked Cindy.

"What?" gasped Dave. His eyes took in his daughter's young, healthy appearance, and his mind's eye saw her naked body, struggling with that of a young man her age, as that young man tried to skewer her pretty pussy with his adolescent prick. He tore his eyes away from her to look at Denise, who was sitting on the bed, as if she were waiting for him to come undress her and take her to bed. He looked at the ceiling in self defense.

"What were you talking about?" asked Denise. "What woman?"

Dick was doing exactly the same thing that Dave was doing. His eyes went first to Cindy, tall and slim, her eyes looking back at him, and he thought of what it would be like to lie in bed with her. He tore his eyes away from her to rest on his daughter, who let boys play with her naked nipples. His eyes went to her breasts, and he looked away, also in self defense.

"At the store!" he blurted. "Woman ... sold us things ... very forward!" Denise frowned. The idea of some woman trying to put the make on her father suddenly made her feel unhappy.

Neither girl, of course, had any idea that their conversation had been overheard. They, therefore, tried to act just like they would have if the situation were completely normal.

Except the situation wasn't completely normal. It wasn't anywhere NEAR normal ... for any of them.

The men fumbled around, inordinately proud of the skimpy provisions they had obtained. The girls looked at the "feast", and wanted to laugh at their fathers for being so proud. They didn't. Instead they teased them.

"THIS is dinner?" asked Cindy, holding up the can of Spam in one hand, and the bag of chips in the other. "We're growing girls, not cattle, to be fattened up!"

"It was the best we could do," whined her father. He had been trying to focus on dinner, instead of on what he'd heard them saying.

"Adapt, improvise, overcome!" said Dick pompously, trying to do the same thing. He didn't look at either girl as he went on. "We're in strange circumstances here. Nobody planned this. You should be glad there's anything to eat at all, in this dump!"

"I know, Daddy," said his daughter, who bounded up off the bed to hug him. "Thank you."

Dick froze as his daughter's soft breasts pressed into his chest, and her arms went around his neck. Boys had played with those breasts. That was all he could think of. At least until his brain notified him that his prick was stiff. With complete shock, he wondered how long he'd been like that, and if it showed. He moved his butt backwards, trying not to let his daughter feel it.

"Me too, Daddy," chimed in Cindy, hugging her own father tightly. "We won't be picky."

What leapt into Dave's mind was her comment "I have feelings for them both. OK? Are you happy now!?" While he didn't feel her breasts, his body still realized she was young, female and beautiful. Her hair smelled wonderful too, and he realized that he was erect too.

It had been a long time for both men, and they were basically helpless.

"Well ... fix dinner, then!" blurted Dave, ducking his head to get out of his daughter's grasp.

The girls, not through being properly thankful, turned to hug their "uncles" too.

"Yes," breathed Denise into Dave's chest, as her breasts mashed against him. "Thank you, Uncle Dave."

"Thank you," said Cindy, wrapping her arms around Dick. "We know you guys did the best you could."

Both men had relaxed, as their daughters left them. Neither was prepared to be embraced by the other girl. Both men had rampant boners, by this time, and both girls felt them plainly as they pressed their young bodies against the men. Both girls had felt that kind of lump being pressed against them before, in a car, or on a dance floor at school. Both girls were clearly aware of what that lump meant, pressing against their abdomens.

And both girls thought that those lumps were for them.

It was strangely quiet in the motel room, as the girls disengaged themselves from their "uncles" and went to the counter. Both girls wished that the men weren't there, so they could tell the other what had happened ... what they had felt. Both girls were, at the same time, excited and a little unnerved. It was one thing to talk about being attracted to these two men. It was something completely different to feel the evidence of sexual arousal in them. Both girls were so shocked by that arousal, that neither of them took the time to wonder why that arousal was there, so suddenly.

As for the men, they were still trying to process information that had turned the world upside down. It was one thing to fantasize about doing things with their best friend's daughter. It was something else again to find out that the girls had the same, or at least similar fantasies.

Dave, his mind moving at a hundred miles an hour, reacted by habit, and turned the TV back on. The volume was lower, but the action was about the same as it had been when the TV was last on. In this case, it was an outdoor scene, where a woman was in a carriage, and the driver was between her legs, with her skirt up. She was calling him a filthy commoner, and had her legs wrapped firmly around his waist as he thrust repeatedly into her.

Dave groaned, punched the channel up button, and got snow. He kept punching, until he was treated to the carriage driver cumming on the lady's pubes. He punched the off button viciously.

Oddly, it was the kind of thing that broke the tension, at least for the girls. Cindy tittered.

"That Jimmy Joe sure has lusty tastes," she said, laughing. "I just hope he's as good at fixing cars as he is at watching porn."

Denise giggled, and both men sighed in frustration. With only one chair, one of them had to sit on a bed.

Sitting on a bed didn't help at all, since it brought to mind sleeping with one of the girls. Watching your best friend sit on a bed wasn't much better, for the same reason.

It was beginning to get dark outside by the time the meal was ready. Dick had located an air conditioner panel, in a long box under the picture window, and had coaxed the unit into a wheezing attempt to cool the room a bit. The air blowing from the louvers was cooler than the outside air, but not much. Everybody was sweating as they ate.

"So ..." Cindy broke the silence. "Who sleeps where?"

Dave cleared his throat and looked closely at the Spam on his fork.

"Dick and I will take that one," he said, pointing to the bed closest to the door. "You two can have the other one."

"OK," said the girls in tandem. Their faces gave nothing away, but the men knew what they were likely thinking. There was a sense of relief all around.

"We didn't pack anything to change into," said Denise.

Nobody had thought of that yet.

"You can wear my shirt," said Dick.

"Your stinky shirt?" asked his daughter, making a face.

"It's all I've got," said her father, impatiently. "If you want, you can sleep in your uniform, instead!"

"It's all stinky too," said Denise. "I'll take your shirt."

"I have a shirt in the trunk." said Dave. "I put it there in case I have to change a tire or something like that. It's stained, but clean."

"OK," said Cindy, sounding unconcerned.

What was most awkward, after they finished their meager repast, was the fact that the things they usually did in the evening hours were not available to do. Television appeared to be out, unless Jimmy Joe changed the channel, which he apparently was loathe to do. There were no books, or games. It was summer, so there was no homework. Dave would have given ten dollars for a crossword puzzle book that they could all work on together, but he hadn't thought to ask Mable for one.

Basically, they all had nothing to do, and long hours ahead of them before they went to bed. At least until they were used to the mere idea of going to bed.

Physically, the girls were in better shape than the men, in terms of the heat, which the struggling air conditioner valiently worked against, but with almost no success. It turned out that they were better off with the door to the room open, than closed, but they let the AC run anyway. The girls were wearing their soccer uniforms, which were loose, and made to breathe. The men were stuck in slacks and shirts, which were loose to some degree, but didn't breathe all that well. Had they all been home, they'd have gotten more comfortable. But they weren't home.

"Anybody want to go for a walk?" asked Dave, breaking the silence.

"May as well," said Denise. "There's nothing else to do around here."

They set out to discover the secrets of Flannery. Half an hour later they were still looking for something remotely interesting. There was a coin operated Laundromat, the store, the gas station, twenty-one houses, three dogs that barked at them, and two that did not, and, attached to the grain elevator, a farm store that had windows so dirty they couldn't see inside. The only thing that made any impact at all were the dozens of rusty old cars, parked helter skelter, that the men were mildly interested in, because they were so old.

"Thank our lucky stars we're not from here," sighed Cindy, her feet dragging in the dust. The girls were wearing tennis shoes that they'd brought along, so they wouldn't have to wear their cleats in the car. "I'd simply die of boredom if I lived here. I wonder what these people do for fun?"

"Sex," said Dave, without thinking about it first. It was what had been on his mind as he watched the girls hips sway in front of him as they all walked along. He flushed bright red as both girls turned to give him a speculative look. "Small towns are famous for it," he said weakly.

They were walking back toward the motel, passing a row of houses.

"I wonder which one is where Jimmy Joe's lady friend lives," said Denise. "I wonder what she looks like?"

"Why on earth would you want to know that?" asked her father.

"I don't know," said Denise, pouting a little. "He creeps me out a little bit. What kind of woman would want to be his girlfriend?"

"That's unkind," said Dick firmly. "Everybody deserves love in this world. I thought I taught you that."

"I know," she moaned. "But you have to admit ... it would take a special kind of woman to want to ..." She trailed off. Then, feeling everyone looking at her, she added "... you know ... kiss him or something."

"You mean a hard up one," said Cindy, grinning.

"Cindy!" warned her father.

"OK, OK," she said, turning around, and walking backwards. "How come you don't have a girl friend, Daddy?" she asked. "I go on dates all the time, and you never do."

Her mention of dates brought back the image of her boyfriend - ex boyfriend, thank goodness - trying to get between her legs. Dave pushed that image out of his mind by remembering the last woman he'd dated. Her name had been Helen, and she'd wanted a husband - bad!

"The women I've met all want to get married," he said. "I'm a little gun-shy about that. Besides, another woman in the house would be a bad idea."

"Oh really!" said his daughter, her tone dangerous.

Denise turned around and walked backwards too. It caused her breasts to bounce under her jersey.

"I had no idea we women were such a pain," she said. "Is that true, Daddy? Is that why you don't date either?"

"How would you feel if I brought some strange woman home and said "Hey cutie, meet your new mother!" said Dick.

Denise frowned.

"I thought so," said her father. "All I need is a rebellious teenager in the house, and a new woman, who wants to take everything over and change it all."

The girls wouldn't leave it alone, though. Their own sexual tension was higher than normal, and maybe that's why Cindy said what she did.

"But don't you get horny?"

"What?!" choked Dave.

"Every boy I know is horny all the time," said his daughter, used to being able to talk to him about anything. Had she known he'd heard her talking to Denise, she wouldn't have said it. Both girls thought their fathers had no sexual thoughts at all, much less about them. "Don't you get horny too?"

"I do NOT want to have this conversation," moaned Dave. Denise, who didn't talk to her dad nearly as often, or as intimately as this, couldn't make up her mind whether it was more interesting to stare at her best friend, or at her Uncle Dave.

"Why not?" asked Cindy, missing the pain in his voice. "We've talked about boys before."

"Oh we HAVE, have we?" asked Denise, interest plain in her voice.

"Sure," said Cindy, impatiently. "He tells me what to watch out for, and how to handle boys. You know that."

"Oh you DO?" asked Dick, staring at his daughter.

Now Denise was on the spot.

"We're best friends," she said carelessly. "We talk about everything. I can't remember all of it." She turned to Cindy. "I don't remember you telling me that your father told you how to handle boys!"

"Remember?" said Cindy, completely unaware that she was digging them deeper and deeper into a hole. "I told you what to do if a boy got too feisty?"

"Oh that?" asked Denise. "You didn't tell me Uncle Dave told you that."

"I didn't?" Cindy sounded doubtful. "Well he did. And I shared it with you, like always. Daddy and I talk about everything, and I always share it with you."

"What exactly do you do if a boy gets ... feisty?" asked Dick, his voice dry.

His daughter beamed at him. "You knee him in the balls, just as hard as you can," she said calmly.

Dick bent forward, reflexively, as if he'd just been kneed in the balls.

"Not that I've ever had to do that," said Denise, carelessly. "I can usually defuse things before it gets to that point."

"I don't want to have this conversation either," moaned Dick.

"And by the way, Daddy?" said Denise, some heat in her voice. "How come you never told me how to handle boys? Don't you care what happens to me?" Her voice rose on the last word.

"Of COURSE I care!" he blurted. "I just didn't think that you let boys ... I mean I didn't think things would get that far ..." He wanted to turn around, like the girls, and walk backwards too, just so he wouldn't feel the weight of their eyes on him. He couldn't do that, though. Anger gave him words. "You don't need to be dating if it comes to that!" he barked.

Denise stiffened, and turned back around. She stalked down the road, speeding up. Cindy chased after her, and their heads were close together as they talked.

"If your daughter is anything like my daughter, you're in big trouble," said Dave. He thought it was funny, but didn't smile.

"Did you really tell her that?" asked Dick.

"Sure," said Dave. "She's got to know what to do."

"I never thought about it quite like that," said Dick. "I guess I didn't think about it at all."

"Well, based on what we heard, you'd better START thinking about it," said Dave. "I need to think about it some more too. I think we're both in big trouble here, come to think about it."

"Why?" asked Dick. "They won't do anything with us. That's crazy!"

"I agree completely," said Dave. "But the fact is they're thinking about it. What did you do when you were their age, when you thought about sex?"

"I tried to have it!" said Dick. He looked shocked. "Oh, fuck me to tears!" he moaned.

"Maybe it isn't as bad as we think," said Dave, feeling the same panic. The thought that his daughter was thinking about sex just about paralyzed him. He knew it shouldn't ... knew it was normal. Well not if it was about him and Dick ... but ... His thoughts got all jumbled up at that point. "They said they're still virgins," he said, reaching for anything to help him feel better. "Cindy said it like they had a pact or something ... to wait until they got married."

"Did YOU wait until you got married?" asked Dick.

"Well ... no ... but ..." Dave ran out of words there.

"What are we gonna do?" moaned Dick. "Do you really talk to her about anything?"

"We always have," said Dave, grasping at what was normal. "I never talked to her about anything like they were talking about, though. I just told her to save her virginity for a man she really loved. I thought that was enough."

"Maybe we should talk to them about this," said Dick, grasping at the idea like it was a life raft.

"What do you mean?" asked Dave. "This" covered a lot of territory.

"You know ... what they were talking about ... about how that's not a good way to think ... about us, I mean."

"How the hell are we going to do that?" asked Dave. "Are we just supposed to say 'Hey, darlings, we sort of thought you might get the crazy idea to have sex with us, and that's not a great idea, so stop thinking about it!' ... that's the craziest thing I ever heard!"

Dick looked glum. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Let's just get through tonight, get the car fixed, and get back home. Maybe we can work things out there."

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