Stranded Daddies

by Lubrican

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Chapter Three

Back in the motel room, the girls asked for their father's shirts, and disappeared into the bathroom. When they came out, the men both stifled groans.

Dave's T shirt came to Cindy's mid thighs. It was pulled down tightly, and her modest breasts pushed her immodest nipples through the cloth so much that it looked like the cloth might tear from the strain. They were so erect that they'd already stretched the fabric, and it hugged the sides of them, making them look eminently suckable.

Dick's button down shirt had tails on it, which hung low on Denise's front and back, but rode up high on her hips. No panties were visible, and both men thought it went high enough that panties SHOULD be visible ... if she was wearing them. Her olive complexion, gotten from her mother, made the shirt look thin. Two dark circles were visible through it where her ample breasts pushed it away from her chest.

They had washed their uniforms out in the bathroom sink, and were looking for a place to hang them up to dry. There was a closet in one wall, but no hangers. Denise reached up to hang her jersey on the end of a curtain rod, and her bare butt was exposed.

"Neece, honey," choked her father. "You aren't wearing any underwear!"

She was apparently still mad at him, because she looked over her shoulder, still on her tiptoes, her butt still showing, and frowned.

"We had to wash out our panties, Daddy. They were dirty." She said it like he was the village idiot, and she was explaining it to him.

Dick looked at Dave, who was staring at Denise's butt. He elbowed him.

"You want to knock that off?" he whispered.

"What?" said Dave, tearing his eyes away from Denise. He looked at his friend. "Um ... sorry."

"Were you looking at my butt, Uncle Dave?" Denise said, her voice full of syrup.

"Hey!" said Cindy. "I thought we ..."

"Shhhhhh!" went Denise.

"Oh ... yeah ..." said Cindy, looking away and trying to act like she hadn't said anything.

"Sorry," said Dave, addressing the girl. "It was there, and I'm a guy. I had to look. It's a rule." He tried to make it into a joke, but the fact that Denise was STILL standing on her tiptoes, and that her buttocks were STILL displayed, made it fall flat.

"De-NEECE!" hissed Cindy.

Denise was apparently still sulking from the argument her father didn't know he'd had with her on the walk. Or, she was still feeling horny from thinking about possibly sleeping with one or the other of the men. Who knows? In any case, she didn't like it when her friend and the two men lined up against her.

"I'm not the one who didn't put any oil in the car!" she said. "I'm not the one who got us stuck in the middle of nowhere! It's HIS fault my panties are hanging in the bathroom!"

"Not fair!" blurted Dave, happy to have something to think about other than what was just in front of the beautiful butt crack he had just torn his eyes away from. "There was plenty of oil in the motor before I ran over a tire bumper!" He looked confused for a minute, as he realized that hadn't gotten him off the hook. "And that was an ACCIDENT!" he added.

Denise went back down on her heels, finally, probably because her calves were giving out from standing on tiptoes for as long as she could. She had a little streak of exhibitionist in her that she hadn't known about, until she realized she got tingles from Dave and her father staring at her bare butt.

"I know," she said, in a complete turn around. "I shouldn't have said that. I know you didn't do anything on purpose." She sighed. "It's just so BORING here!" She actually stamped one bare foot. "I'm not sleepy, and there's nothing to do!"

"We could play a game," suggested Cindy.

"What game?" asked her friend.

"I don't know," said Cindy, waving the jersey around in her hand. She had been about to copy Denise, and hang it up on the other end of the curtain rod, when she realized that her butt would show too. "We could make one up!"

"How about twenty questions?" said Dick, trying to get things back to normal. "We used to play that all the time. Or 'I'm thinking of an animal', or something like that."

Denise cocked her head. "That was fun, when I was little. Why not? It beats just sitting around looking at the walls."

Dave held a half hysterical laugh in by pure force of will, as he thought about how the last thing he'd be looking at in this room was the walls. Not with two scantily clad girls prancing around. He knew that his daughter was sans-panties too, based on what Denise had said.

Once it was decided, the girls plopped down on their bed. They sat with their knees together, and their legs out to one side, leaning on an arm. At least initially. Dick sank gratefully into the chair, and Dave started to lie down on the other bed, until he realized that he was stiff as a board from looking at Denise's ass, and that, if he lay on his back, it would look like a ferret had crawled up his pants leg, and curled up in his lap. He lay sideways, with is hand covering the lump, instead.

They started with animals. The number of questions was unlimited, but had to be answerable with only a yes or no. Denise started, thinking of a penguin. Her dad, who had played this game a lot, got it narrowed down quickly by asking if it was a bird, and if it flew. From there the others got it within three more questions.

Cindy went next, trying to stump them by thinking of a platypus. That one lasted a long time, until Denise asked if this mammal gave live birth.

Dave tried an elephant, which was pathetically simple after Denise asked if it was larger than a horse.

Then Dick, who had played the game a lot, years ago, kept them all going for almost five minutes by thinking of a yak.

The game went on, eating up minutes, and the mood lightened as they tried to come up with rarer and harder animals. The girls, unthinking, adjusted their posture and settled into sitting Indian style, on the bed. Their natural modesty ensured that, as they did so, they tugged their shirts to cover their naked bodies.

That was fine, as long as neither girl lifted her arms.

The problem was that it's unnatural to sit for an extended period of time and never lift your arms, or move around.

In their occasional excitement, the girls DID move, and those shirt tails moved too.

They had switched to thinking of things other than animals, when an argument started. Dave had thought of a quark, which he thought was a most excellent thing to think of, and no one had been able to get close to it, other than "atom". When they finally gave up, and he told them what it was, Denise threw her hands up in the air and said:

"Well no wonder! That's sub atomic! That's not fair!"

Dave suddenly had an unobstructed view of Denise's two pouting pussy lips, nestled below a tangled mass of brown hair. When her hands dropped, the shirt dropped too, but hung up on that tuft of hair, leaving her exposed. His eyes bugged out and he rolled onto his back, bringing one hand up to cover his eyes.

"You don't have to overdo it!" said Denise, unaware of what had happened.

Her father, sitting in the chair, didn't have the same view as Dave, but he saw the shirt lying high, and guessed what Dave had seen. He felt his prick tighten in his pants.

"Baby," he said, a little too loudly. "Your shirt."

Denise looked down, and her olive complexion darkened to the point that she looked like a mulatto. Her hands grabbed the shirt tale, and stuffed it down between her legs.

Cindy giggled, and Denise turned a wrathful eye on her, only to find Cindy staring at her father. Denise looked, and immediately saw the bulging lump of his penis in his slacks. She felt a rush of something go wildly through her, and felt her nipples firm up. Seeing the evidence of what she had done to Uncle Dave was thrilling, in a naughty kind of way, and she suddenly loved feeling naughty.

"What's the big deal?" she said, trying to keep her voice level. "Cindy has one too, and I'm sure you've seen hers."

"Ohhhhhhh," moaned Dave, bringing his other hand up to cover his whole face.

"Um ... Dave," said Dick, staring in horror at his best friend's crotch. "Um ... DAVE!" he said more loudly, when his friend didn't answer.

"What!" moaned Dave.

"Um ... your pants ..." Dick couldn't say any more.

Dave lifted his head, uncovered his eyes, and groaned again, sounding like he was quite sure the world was ending. He rolled to his left, and ended up in a fetal position, his back to the girls.

"Daddy!" said Denise, brightly. "This is a situation I've never been in before! What is your advice for me, Daddy?" She beamed at her father, knowing she was pushing the knife in harder. It was too much fun to resist, though.

Dick looked at his daughter blankly. He had no idea what to do. He wanted to stand up and walk out the door, but he knew he couldn't do that. For one thing, his own prick was mostly hard. That little problem wasn't so little, as he began to come to grips with the fact that he wished, there for a few seconds, that he was where Dave had been, so he could see what Dave had seen. That thought was unsettling enough, all by itself, to render him immobile. Another part of him said he should stop her from humiliating his best friend ... but then ... his best friend had just gotten a boner after seeing his daughter's pussy!

Denise wasn't the only one who was in a completely new situation, and didn't know what to do.

It was Cindy who brought some semblance of control back to the situation.

"Denise!" she barked. "Just because you're mad at YOUR Daddy doesn't mean you can take it out on MY Daddy!"

"I'm not taking anything out on ANYBODY!" yelled Denise. She had a hard time getting over being mad, and being horny didn't help things at all. "He looked at my ... he looked at me!" she insisted, "and he got like THAT!" she pointed. "And he did it right in front of my DADDY!" she yelled. She was acting like a poor young girl who had been taken advantage of which, to be honest, was the right role for her to play, in most situations. The problem was that Cindy knew how hypocritical she was acting. The men did too, though they weren't actually thinking about that at that moment.

"Don't be a bitch!" warned Cindy. She couldn't remind Denise of their earlier conversation, with the men there, but she felt like she had to exert some kind of control over her friend, or things were going to go to shit much worse than they already had.

In Denise's mind, though, as young people often do, she ignored the fact that she had lusty thoughts about "Uncle Dave". She was well aware that young girls aren't supposed to lust after their best friend's father, not to even speak of having similar thoughts for her OWN father. When that same adult displayed obvious lust for HER, breaking all the rules that applied to HIM ... her sense of fair play was given a slap, and she reacted like most young people do, in that situation.

"HE GOT A BONER FOR ME CINDY!" she screamed.

Cindy's reaction was fairly typical of a young person too. Her friend was acting stupid, in her opinion. More than that, though, her friend was embarrassing and tormenting the man Cindy loved most in the world. On an unconscious level, she understood the role that sex played in advertising, and most human relationships. She hadn't thought it out on a rational basis, but she understood that her friend was good looking, and female, and that her father was a normal male, even if he hadn't acted like it until this moment.

Cindy's jumbled thoughts led her to fight back ... to even the playing field.

"OF COURSE HE DID YOU STUPID BITCH!" she screamed back. "YOU SHOWED HIM YOUR PUSSY!"

Overactive emotions, which were a muddy mix of anger, sexual desire, and inpetuousness caused Cindy to do something completely unexpected. She jumped up off the bed and stood in front of her friend's father, who was sitting, shell-shocked, in the chair. She lifted her T shirt, displaying the soft, straight, short hair that framed her own pussy lips ... right before his eyes. She saw them widen, and she saw him stop breathing.

"ANY MAN WHO SEES SOMETHING LIKE THIS WILL GET A BONER!" she continued yelling.

She let her shirt fall, and leaned over to put her hand on Dick's lap.

"YOUR FATHER HAS A BONER RIGHT NOW TOO!"

"CINDY!" shrieked Denise, who was so shocked that that was all she could shriek. This kind of behavior was completely uncharacteristic of her best friend. Cindy was the modest one, at least in public. Cindy was the one who wore modest clothes, and conducted herself in a lady-like fashion. Cindy would NEVER flash her pussy at a man, much LESS her best friend's father! It shocked Denise so much that she actually calmed down.

"OK!" she yelled, pulling her shirt down to cover herself again. "OK!"

Cindy turned around. The look on her own face was just as shocked as that of the man she'd flashed. She couldn't believe what she'd just done. She stood there, immobile. When she'd let her T shirt fall, it had caught on her round butt cheeks. Her pussy hair was just barely visible from the front, but it was in shadow. Dick now stared at her naked buttocks.

Jerking back into motion, Cindy gave the shirt a habitual little tug, and it slipped down to cover her again.

It was about then that both girls realized the import of what had happened. Things had gotten so out of control that they had both done things that neither would have ever thought to do on purpose. They'd both said things that they'd never have said, intentionally, in front of their fathers. Both were embarrassed. Both fled to the bathroom, which was the only place they could go to be away from the men they had just embarrassed themselves in front of.

In the sudden silence that filled the motel room, the pressure of the girls being there was gone. There was a different kind of pressure, though ... a very complicated pressure ... that of two men, the best of friends, who were not only aware of the girls sexuality, but had responded to it in a way that could not be ignored. What complicated this was the fact that the women they had responded to were each other's daughters. If that weren't enough to mix things up completely, it is almost impossible to be irate at your best friend for lusting after your daughter ... when you have lusted after her too. Especially when you know that the girl in question has some of the same feelings for you ... and him.

Like I said ... it was complicated.

It was also too early for either man to have processed the information and feelings that still seemed to be banging off the walls, like super-balls, gathering speed, instead of slowing down.

"Fuck!" moaned Dave, uncovering his eyes to confirm that the girls were actually gone.

"I'm right there with you, brother," sighed Dick. "What the hell do we do now?" he moaned.

"You're asking me?" Dave blinked.

In the bathroom, something of the same sort was going on.

"I can't believe you showed him your pussy!" said Cindy.

"I didn't SHOW it to him!" yipped her friend. "Not on purpose, anyway! YOU did!"

"I know," said Cindy, looking amazed. "I can't believe I did that either."

"Well you did!" said Denise.

"Your daddy's the first man to ever see my pussy," said Cindy softly, awe in her voice."

"Me too," said her friend. "Your daddy, I mean."

It was quiet for a few seconds.

"They had boners!" said Cindy, straightening up, as if she'd just realized it.

"Your dad did," said Denise, remembering the lump in the front of Uncle Dave's pants. "That's for sure!"

"I KNOW!" moaned Cindy. "I saw it too!"

"You put your HAND on my Daddy's boner!" squealed Denise.

"I KNOW!" moaned Cindy again. "I can't believe I did that either!"

"What are we gonna do?" Denise's voice was almost a whine.

"You're asking me?" whined her friend.

When people are in a situation where they have no idea how to proceed, with all the mixed up emotions that this situation had created, they often do something that is completely illogical, and irrational. They pretend whatever happened didn't happen. It's a little like stumbling on a bear, in the woods, and standing there, looking the other way, hoping that, when you turn eventually around, it will be gone.

Anyone who thought about that kind of response would sneer and say it was idiotic. but every person has a breaking point. People sometimes sense in themselves that, if the situation is allowed to continue, that breaking point will be crossed. No one wants to break down, and one way of dealing with that danger is to just pretend that nothing happened.

It doesn't work if only one participant in the situation takes that approach. It doesn't really work even if all the participants take that approach - not in the long run. You can't forget that something like that happened. But, if everybody will play the game of pretending, for a while, it gives people time to adjust slowly, and for their thoughts to evolve.

In this case, the girls decided that they couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, and just decided to go back out and go to bed, as if nothing had happened. When they did, the men were forced to either talk about it, or ignore it too. Ignoring it seemed much easier, as the girls came out and, without looking at either man, got the bed ready to sleep in, and climbed in.

There were only two problems.

The first was that it was much too hot to pull a cover over them, as they lay out on the bed, side-by-side, and shoulder-to-shoulder.

The second was that their shirts didn't cover any more of them this way than they had standing up. Less in fact.

As Dick sat, and Dave lay, both of them wide-eyed, the girls tried to get comfortable. Lying on their backs wouldn't do, so each girl twisted to lie on one side. Then they had to adjust pillows, which involved their arms lifting up to their heads, which pulled the shirts up, exposing creamy, smooth buttocks. That caused hands to come back and tug shirts back into place ... repeatedly.

Dave, somehow knowing that this situation was, again, building to a level of tension that wasn't going to work, got off the bed and went to the door. He jerked his head at Dick, who lurched up out of the chair. Both men looked at each other's pants, which were still bulging.

"We're going for a walk," announced Dave.

The only response came from Cindy, who, without turning her head, said: "Turn off the light, please."

Outside, the men walked aimlessly for a few minutes, before either one spoke.

"Sorry," said Dave, quietly.

"She flashed you," said Dick, disbelief in his voice.

"Not really," said Dave. "It was an accident. Now YOU, on the other hand, got flashed!"

"I guess I did!" agreed Dick. "She grabbed me too!" he gasped. Then some semblance of decorum made him say: "I'm sorry too."

Dave stopped. His hands waved in the air as he spoke.

"They were talking about being horny for us ... before."

"Yeah," said Dick, his voice almost a sigh. That fit in well with his fantasy.

"Then they flashed us," said Dave, ignoring his own previous statement that Denise's exposure had been an accident.

Dick's eyes were round and white in the darkness. "You don't think they did that on purpose ... do you?"

"They weren't acting like they did it on purpose," said Dave, grudgingly.

"Yeah," sighed Dick. "You're right. They were all worked up about it."

"But earlier ..." said Dave softly.

Both men remembered vividly the girls talking about how they'd like to sleep with each other's fathers ... and with their own fathers too.

"They said they were both virgins," said Dick.

"Thank goodness for that," sighed Dave.

"What does all this mean?" moaned Dick.

Dave started walking again. He was getting so worked up that the impulse to ignore things crept into his thoughts again.

"Look, all girls get a crush on their fathers, at one time or another, right?"

Dick agreed. A crush wasn't so threatening, at least not in real life. It was fine for a fantasy, but made it easier to resist impulses in real life.

"And it isn't so strange that they'd develop a little crush on their father's best friend either, right?" Dave went on.

"I guess so," agreed Dick.

"So that's all it is," said Dave firmly. "It's just a school girl crush. They're just kids, and they don't know what they're doing. They're full of hormones and do crazy things ... SAY crazy things ... but it doesn't really MEAN anything ... right?"

Dick felt strength flowing back into his body. He liked this line of "reasoning". "Of course!" he agreed.

"So all we have to do is go back in there, get a good night's sleep, get the car fixed, and go on home, and everything will be back like it used to be!" Dave sounded happy.

Fantasy often makes us happy ... at least for a little while.

In the motel room, the conversation going on would have chilled the men's hearts, had they heard it.

"My butt is showing again," said Cindy, punching her pillow.

"Mine too," said Denise. "We can't help it, though."

Cindy giggled. "You should have seen your Daddy's eyes when I flashed him!"

"You're terrible!" whispered Denise.

"I can't help it. He looked just like Randy looked, the first time I told him he could touch my boobs."

"Your dad almost had a heart attack when he saw me," giggled Denise.

"Do you REALLY want to sleep with him?" asked Cindy, turning over to face her friend in the dark.

"I don't know," said Denise, thoughtfully. "I get all wiggly inside thinking about it. But it's different now, knowing that he got a boner for me."

"What if he tried something with you?" asked Cindy.

"I don't know. What if my Daddy tried something with YOU?" asked her friend.

"When the boys play with your nipples ... does it make you get wet?" asked Cindy.

Her question, off the subject, caught Denise by surprise, and she answered truthfully.

"Does it ever!" she whispered. "Sometimes I feel like I need to change my panties!"

"Me too," said Cindy softly. "I'm wet now."

"YOU ARE!?" Denise almost sat up.

"SHHHHHH," hissed Cindy. "We don't know where they are!"

"Are you?" asked Denise again, more quietly.

"Yes," admitted Cindy.

"For my daddy? ... or yours?" asked Denise.

"DENISE!" blurted Cindy.

"SHHHHH," hissed Denise. She waited a few seconds, and then said: "Well?"

"I don't know," said Cindy, so quietly that Denise could hardly hear her.

"It's OK," said Denise, reaching out to touch her best friend. "I know how you feel. It makes me want to rub."

"Me too!" moaned Cindy. "But we can't! They might come back any second."

When the men got back they didn't turn on the light. The moonlight outside made it light enough that they could see well enough to get undressed and onto their bed.

It also made it light enough that both men could see two pairs of pale, naked buttocks, lying side-by-side in the other bed.

Like the girls, the men lay on top of the bed, in just their shorts. Dave favored boxers, because they were loose. Dick liked jockeys, because they didn't bulk up in his pants. Both types of underwear, had the girls been looking, would have displayed what was underneath.

Both men had been still mostly erect, when they returned to the room. Those pale buttocks, in the other bed, had brought them back to full hard.

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