We continued our conversation and Claire’s legs continued to separate for brief moments before closing again. Angela came in from the kitchen and Claire’s thighs remained closed. Angela came over to Claire and bent down and kissed her good-night and announced that she was going to bed. Claire kissed her back and said that she would be up in a few minutes. My mind was swirling as I tried to wrap my brain around Claire’s intentions, if in fact there were any. I sat with the pillow in his lap and remained silent.
Angela left the room and went up the stairs to the second floor master bedroom. Claire stopped flashing her crotch at me and after awhile my cock went soft again. I placed the pillow back where it belonged and then stood up and said, “Well, it’s been a busy day. I’m beat. I guess I’ll go up. I’ll see you in the morning ‘Baby-Girl’. Have you thought about taking that job for the month between semesters?”
Claire smiled, spread her thighs and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees and said, “Good-night Daddy. No. I haven’t decided yes or no yet. I could use the money though.” She stood and wrapped her arms around my back and hugged me tight and then kissed me on the lips, which she had always done.
Claire is particularly tall at 6’1″, the same as me. She is by far the tallest of the three kids. She is slim with a tiny waist that tapers to hips a bit narrower than her broad shoulders. Much of her height is in her legs. Her breasts sit unusually wide on her broad chest. They are large but nowhere near the size of her mother’s breasts. There is no hint of cleavage because of the distance between them across her chest. There must be eight inches between her erect nipples as she pressed her torso to mine to kiss me good-night. My cock stirred in my pants so I completed the kiss and pulled away as I flushed again.
Claire gave me a look of concern and said, “Daddy. Are you okay?” She tossed her head so her long bleached blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders to hang to the small of her back. Her siblings have a little fun with Claire as she continues to call me ‘Daddy’. They used to, but many years ago they started calling me ‘Dad’. Claire never changed and she accepts their good natured ribbing.
I smiled and said, “I’m great. I’ll see you in the morning ‘Baby-Girl’.” Claire was always after me to stop calling her ‘Baby-Girl’. I always had and it just slipped off my tongue. I acknowledged that she wasn’t a baby anymore and I had resolved to find a better term of endearment. Angela had always called her ‘sweetie’ but she called all of our kids that.
When I came in the master bedroom, the lights were off and a lump of bedclothes laid in the darkness. I went to the bathroom and shut the door. I did my bedtime bathroom routine, undressed and climbed into bed naked as I always had. Many years ago, I had convinced Angela to sleep naked too. It took her a while to get used to it. I reached over and touched her naked hip. She was sound asleep. I laid my hand across her pelvis. She was warm. I was hot. I was still aroused from whatever Claire was doing in the living room.