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Red. The colour that decorated the entire sky as the sun was floating barely above the horizon and gradually sinking. A shift from the scorching heat of the day to the cool breeze of the night. It was a sign that work day was at its end. Workers nationwide were leaving their workplace and travelled home where they would be greeted by their families.

At one such place, a daycare centre, two black-haired men were sitting on the bench having a short friendly conversation while unwinding from the long day. Sweat dripped from the side of their faces, exhaustion was evident.

"Ash," one of them said while lightly panting. "What are you going to do this weekend?"

"Well," Ash paused. "I don't have any plans so I want to spend it with May & Amy. It's the only time where I can have the whole day with them."

"Geez, you really love your family. You're really suited for this career."

Ash gazed on the floor, avoiding eye contact with his friend. The compliments were embarrassing him. "Jim, stop flattering me. It's only normal for a man to love his wife & daughter."

"But not as much as you. If you're not at work, you can always be seen with them."

"Of course! They mean everything to me. They're the most precious things in my life."

Jim gave Ash a smile. "See? No wonder they love you really much."

"Yeah, I'm really grateful for that."

"You should. I mean Marina and I visit your house often and we could see how May and Amy acted towards you. Especially Amy. She's very clingy to you. If I hadn't known it any better, I'd say she has a crush on you."

"Crush?" Ash questioned as he chuckled. "You know she's very childlike. It's natural she acts like that."

"I know. What 14-year-old would have her room decorated like the fantasy land you see in fairy tales?"

"Not that I have a problem with it. It's actually very adorable."

"Now you're acting like you're smitten with her."

"Smitten? What's wrong with adoring your own daughter?"

A laughter was heard from Jim. "Relax. Just a little joke."

"Humph," Ash pouted. "Anyways, where will you be going?"

"Marina’s cousin will have a wedding tomorrow so we’ll be out of town.”

“What a shame. May’s been wanting to meet her. I guess that means she’ll have to wait until next week.”

“You’re right. By the way, I have to go home now. You know how Marina is. Very strict woman, reminds me of my teacher back in the old days.”

“She’s a nice woman, she’s only concerned for your well-being. See you next Monday, Jim!”

They exited the daycare centre and went their separate ways; Jim to the bus stop and Ash to the subway station. Impatience was what they felt; they couldn’t wait to meet their respective families.

Meanwhile inside a house, there were 2 women and they were at the front door. One wore a knee-length skirt and a thick, long-sleeved shirt while the other only a wore a thin white shirt that covered the upper part of her thigh. It was unknown whether she wore a short skirt, underwear or nothing underneath the shirt.

“Amy, be safe!”

“Don’t worry, mama. With papa, no danger will ever come.”
"I know sweetie, but he won't be here in an hour."
"Just the thought of him makes me safe. I think that's enough."
"You're right, he's that kind of man. I'll be at the Clearwaters until night. You can cook for papa and yourself, right?"
"Of course! I had the best teacher and cook ever!" Amy exclaimed while staring at her mother.
"Amy, that's too much of a praise," she said in embarrassment.
"But it's true!
"Anyways, good luck for tonight." May winked at Amy. She was replied by a tight hug.
"Yah! The three of us will get closer than ever."
"And will never separate." May added. "We'll spend the rest of our lives together."
Amy stared into the distance. She was imagining what tonight would be like and their life afterwards. How it felt to be under the protection of her robust father forever. A perfect life. She was brought back to reality by her mother's voice.
"Amy?" she asked softly.
She was brought back to reality by her mother's voice. “Yah?”
“You must be fantasising.”
Amy’s cheeks were flushing red as she avoided eye contact with her. A warm smile crept across the surface of May’s lips as she pulled her daughter’s chest towards her before embracing in a hug. “Don’t be shy, sweetie. Your father had that effect on girls, it's natural. I was just like you when I was your age. Since I have the real experience, I don't need fantasies. Be patient and you no longer need to imagine."
"The three of us cuddling together, we'll be a true family."
"That's right!" The sky was getting dark, May decided that she would leave now. "Ah, but I have to go now and once again best of luck."
"Thank you, mama!" she replied happily as she smiled and waved her hands at May. When her mother was out of her sights, she walked back to the house and to the living room, where she switched the television on.
Sighs were heard as a man walked out of the subway station and to his house. Five days of exhausting labour was taking its toll on his body but he was glad that it was over. He now had slightly over two days to spend with his beloved wife and daughter and it was enough to relief him from the stress.
Several minutes later he was in front of his house. Knocking the door, he yelled, "I'm home!"
The door was opened by a teenaged female with shoulder-length jet-black hair and blue eyes. The sight of the man caused her to lunge at him.
"Papa!" she screamed. "I miss you very much!"
"Ow," he winced. "H-hello, Amy. Could we go inside first? "
"Sure!" They walked to the living room and sat to the couch.
"Are we going somewhere tomorrow?" she questioned enthusiastically.
"I don't have any plans so I'll go with whatever you and mama want."
"Really?" she asked with a hopeful look. "Thank you, Papa! I love you."
Ash responded with a friendly smile and chuckle. "Love you too."
"Papa, can I watch the TV?"
"Huh," he replied in confusion. "Why should you ask? It's your house, too."
"I thought that you might want to watch it."
"Nah, I want to lay on the couch."
Amy had her arms around Ash as she nuzzled against his chest tenderly. "Thank you, papa. My favourite show will be on in a few minutes."
"Even more reason to let you watch," he said as he let out a small chuckle.
"Thank you, papa. What can I do in return?"
Gently tapping her shoulders, he spoke, "What I want is to be with my little girl and it looks like I already have it."
She whispered with a faint voice that couldn't be heard by him. "Yes... Forever yours."
Amy reached for the remote and changed the channel. "Papa," she asked. "You don't need to sit, you can lie on the couch."
"But where are you going to sit then?"
"Can I-" she paused momentarily. "Sit on your legs?"
"Don't you prefer the soft couch?"
"Your legs feel much better."
"O-ok."
Amy sat slowly so that she wouldn't hurt Ash. Went she made contact with him, he felt her soft rear cheeks. It was like a cushion, being sandwiched between it and her weight felt as if he were massaged. Meanwhile, sitting on his sturdy legs brought comfort to her. He would keep her steady and make sure she would never fall.
Lying on the couch, he gazed at her. A wide smile could be seen from her face as she enjoyed the programme. Her face was adorable; he couldn't stop himself from staring at her.

She had the look of innocence, the look of a 4-year old despite being 14. Her attitude was also unlike a girl her age. Before bedtime, she would make him sit next to her bed and wait until she was asleep. He always kissed her forehead before she slept. He also told her stories, caressed her head. Occasionally, she asked for a goodnight hug, which he happily obeyed and in return, she never forgot to peck his cheeks with her wet lips. Then, she fell asleep with a huge smile. He often spent an hour in her bedroom before heading back to his but in no way did he felt forced. More time was spent with her and he enjoyed showering his pretty daughter with affection.

Her room was filled with stuffed toys and the walls were painted pink with spots of white. The bed was rather large for a single person as she often slept with her toys while cuddling at least two of them. It had assorted colours and the blanket had a flower motif. Paintings of brightly coloured flowers and trees were hung on the walls. Nothing inside her room was plain; it had the atmosphere that could lift one's moods. It wasn't like most 14-year-old's rooms but he couldn't care less. It was his daughter's room; she could do as she pleased with it and in his frank opinion, he liked it. He found her childishness cute, he wished that she would stay that way.

On the other hand, in some ways she acted unlike both a 4-year old and a 14-year-old. Her clothing would always be revealing when she was inside the house, like what she was wearing now. An extremely short pink skirt that only covered half of her rear and and a loose, thin, white sleeveless shirt that allowed her breasts to sway freely. He then recalled how she was nearly identical to her mother May. The same blue eyes, hairstyle, fair skin and he couldn't help but notice that his wife's ample breasts and rear were inherited by his daughter. The only visible difference was her hair colour, his jet-black hair instead of her chestnut hair. They truly were mother and daughter. Not only in appearance, but also in character. His wife still had several stuffed toys from her childhood. When she was a little girl, she would hug her toys every single night. Now she would still hug but instead of her toys, she hugged her dear husband's firm chest.

The family liked their windows and back doors open during the day to let the fresh air in. After all, air circulated through a machine was unhealthy if breathed excessively. Once, the wind was strong and she was standing in front of the door and it blew her skirt. It lasted for several seconds before stopping and her skirt went back to its usual place. During the moment, he could see that nothing was worn underneath. He could see the entirety of her bare young hole. What seemed odd to him was that she made no attempts to cover it and then her eyes caught onto him. He was nervous, would his lecherous gaze disgust her. Even if it wasn't his intention, she wouldn't know. To his huge surprise, the smile never left and she gave him a wink instead.

There was the possibility that being inside private property allowed her to dress freely. After all, she dressed decently in public. Her favourite outfit consisted of a knee-length skirt and a long-sleeved shirt. However, she never wore a bra as she disliked it. She claimed that her chest felt hurt and restrained. It was against society's norms but he believed his daughter. This was a trait that was shared between his daughter and his wife. Without the bra, the shape of her breasts was clearly seen even when they're covered by her thick shirt. He began to think what sort of person would be lucky to win her heart and be treated by her larger-than-average breasts. Given her nearly identical behaviour to her mother's, he expected a similar treatment. Almost every night she would smother him with her breasts and repeatedly shook it. She also let him suck her nipples. Even when Amy was born, he shared May's breasts with her. During the first two years after Amy's birth, milk were released from her breasts. Once he had a sip, he needed to have more. Her milk was one of the best tasting drink he ever had. He needed more so he begged for her to feed him more frequently. It was an odd request and he expected a strange look from her but she instead giggled. Since then, he would find her nipple inside his mouth after he woke up and before he went to sleep.

He wasn't an excessively inquisitive parent so he didn't question much about her social life but he knew much about it as she wasn't hesitant in telling him. She didn't seem to be interested in a particular boy. She made friends with several boys, laughed together, worked on school projects but he had never seen her with a single boy. Should she be hanging out with the males, there were several females with them as well.

On the other hand, she would often stick to him like they were glued together. She often wrapped her arms around his and rest her head on it. The gesture was mirrored by his wife and his arms were now full. He had two lovely females tightly held against their arms. Their warm arms and cheeks were very pleasant. Even if his arms weren't free, there were no traces of discomfort. He wasn't familiar with both his arms occupied although he was used to having one of his occupied as his wife constantly gripped his arms ever since they were a couple over 2 decades ago. She also wasn't shy to put her lips on his cheeks. It seemed odd since none of his coworkers had the experience with their daughters although he dismissed the thoughts as he recalled her childlike behaviour.

Amy turned her head away from the television and to him before asking sweetly, "Papa, are you hungry?"

"Err... I forgot to have lunch so you can say that. What do you want? I'll go and buy it."

"No, no, no," she replied as she waved her hand. It caused him some confusion. "I'll cook for us."

"Eh? Won't that be... to much trouble?"

"Of course not!" she exclaimed as she showed him her heartwarming smile. "If it's for Papa, I'll do anything." She added with a faint and sultry voice, "Anything..."

"But I don't want to trouble my little girl."

"I'm happy to cook for you, Papa."

"Okay, then."
"But I think I'll change my clothes first."

Amy went to her bedroom to change her clothes before going to the kitchen to cook them dinner. Despite her insistence that it was on her own will, he felt guilty because she was doing the work. He was fine with spending more money at a restaurant if it meant that she need not work but she had began to cook so it was too late. Instead, he thought what could be done to repay her.

Minutes later, he could smell the arousing scent of her cooking. The fragrance was a treat to his ears. His hunger strengthened while his patience lowered. He couldn't wait to taste what she made for him. What was a certainty was that the food would be of an exceptional quality since she, along with May were well known for their prowess in the kitchen. Their masterpieces would surely be a delectable treat to anyone. He succumbed to his growing hunger and walked to the kitchen.

The view was shocking. She was wearing a pink flower-patterned apron and there was nothing much inside it. He could see her blossoming rear and it was grabbing his attention. The size was abnormal, 14-year-olds were not supposed to be that well-endowed. She was only the second teenaged girl he saw with such size, the first being May over 2 decades ago.

As he recalled the time when May & he were teenagers, he again noted the two female's similarities. Ever since they were a couple, they spent nearly everyday together. Most were spent in either of their houses as she enjoyed being alone with him. The privacy enabled her to dress as she pleased and she was almost nude with a very high shirt that left the lower half of her breasts visible. The same thing applied to her rear.

"Amy, what are you cooking?"

She was focused on cooking that she didn't notice him coming to the kitchen. Hence, his voice came as a surprise. After seeing the face of her father, she immediately relaxed.

"It's a secret, Papa," she replied while winking.

"But I'm hungry," he whined.

He heard a soft giggle from her. "It'll taste better if it was a surprise." She walked until she was in front of him. "Here's something to sate your appetite for a while," she said as she tiptoed and planted her lips on his cheek. Even after receiving countless number of kisses from her, the taste of her lips was always pleasant. It was greatly enjoyed by him.

After her lips parted from his cheek, she went back to cooking while he headed for the dining room and sat in front of the table, waiting patiently for her lovely cooking. He pondered about the secret dish and his appetite was further tempted by its mystery.

Several minutes later, his hunger went to unimaginable heights. At this point, he was sure that the instant his dinner was placed on the table, he would surely devour it in seconds. He was reminded of his childhood, where he had terrible table manners. Scolding from his mother did nothing to improve his manners. Only since he started having meals with May did he started eating properly. However, his hunger was overpowering his manners and he would revert to his old manners.

Amy emerged from the kitchen with a tray that had 2 bowls on it. After placing it on the table, she requested, "Papa, could you fill the glass of water while I get the tableware, please?"

"Sure! You've done the cooking, it's only fair if I helped."

She smiled at him as they went to take their respective items. Amy arranged the tableware on the table while Ash filled the glasses. When she arrived with the water, they sat and started enjoying their dinner. It was a simple chicken noodle soup. However, by no means it was regular to Ash. Never had a soup tempted his appetite to this extent before. The bright colours of the peas and carrots were nothing short of attention grabbing, the smell caused small amounts of drool to form on the side of his lips, the broth looked absolutely delicious, he couldn't find any flaw in his daughter's cooking.

"Amy, this is great!" he exclaimed. "Really, you and your mother make the best foods!"

Her father's compliments resulted in a slight blush on her face. "T-thank you, Papa."

"What are both your secrets?"

"I don't know but mama taught me cooking everyday. Maybe the talent runs in our family."

Ash rubbed his head sheepishly. "It's embarrassing you know," he confessed. "I'm the man of the house yet I can't cook anything."

Sensing her father's less-than-optimistic behaviour, she set out to comfort him. "Papa, it's OK," she said as she showed him her warm smile. "That's what families are for, supporting each other. You work while mama and I serve you." She thought to herself, "We will always serve you."

"You always know the right things to say. Thanks a lot."

"No problem!" she exclaimed while smiling widely. "I would do anything to make you happy."

"Well, all I ever wanted was for the three of us to stay together forever. With the way things are going, my wish was granted."

"Don't worry, Papa. I'll make sure that it'll stay that way."

"Huh? What do you mean you'll make sure?"

"You'll see later? Now let's eat, it'll get cold otherwise."

"You're right! Now that you mention it, I'm starving. If you'll excuse me-"

Ash lifted his bowl and started gulping with an astonishing pace. The entire bowl was emptied in mere seconds. His table manners - or rather the lack thereof - caused Amy to giggle. The sight of him shamelessly devouring his meal was simply amusing. She herself was eating slowly as she liked to enjoy the taste of the food.

"Amy, I'm still hungry! Do you have some more?"

"O-of course! When I'm c-cooking for you, I always made s-sure to cook extra." It was difficult to speak while chuckling. His age was nearing 40, yet his attitude was akin to a 4-year old. She went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot. "Here you go!" she exclaimed happily. "Fill your belly. Here, give me your bowl."

He complied with her and she filled his bowl. Once again, only seconds were needed for it to be emptied. Amy was amazed at how her father was able to eat everything inside the pot.

"Ah, I'm stuffed," he uttered while rubbing his stomach. "I'm never gonna get tired of your cooking. Now, I'll wash the dishes."

"You don't have to, Papa. I'll do it."

"I have done almost nothing. It's not fair for you to do all the work."

"Okay then, I'll clean the table while you wash the dishes."
Ash rose from his seat and went to the kitchen while Amy rose as well but did not follow him to the kitchen, staying at the dining room instead. As she cleaned the table, with a wide smile and bright look on her face. She couldn't wait for what would ensue in her bedroom. Her eyes stared blankly at the table, she was losing her focus but soon snapped back to reality. No matter how exciting it would be, it was in the future; she had to focus on the present.

The actual intercourse will only start at chapter 3 or 4 so please be patient. But, acts that are sexual in nature will begin in chapter 2.
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