Cat's Family Reunion (closed)

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Closed for Babygirl234

"Simon, your daughter left college," my ex-wife declared sourly. The "your" indicated Madeline was angry at Cat; my ex-wife subtly regarded any major Catherine misstep as somehow my fault. We'd been divorced close to a decade, but my ex still hadn't totally forgiven me.

Madeline rattled on for ten minutes about the particulars, but I tuned most of it out. Apparently Cat had been at risk of failing out due missing classes and turning in half-finished assignments, so she had pulled out and taken an incomplete in every course.

I could empathize. I hadn't done much studying my first year, either. Of course, I'd been a hard partying frat boy; I thought Cat seemed more serious and demure than I'd ever been. But I suppose that after 12 years of studying like crazy, even calm Cat might have wanted a break from the books.

"I can't even talk to her right now," Madeline groused. "So irresponsible! So I told her if she's going to act like a fool, she ought to do it with her untrustworthy father. You two deserve each other, so I hope you've got a room for her. Preferably one without one of your whores in it."

Madeline's vitriol hadn't eased much since the divorce. And she's right: I did cheat on her. But that was after she decided unilaterally that we should slow down our sex life. I have needs, too.

" I'll keep an eye out for her, " I promised before hanging up. I suspected Madeleine had only called because she was secretly worried about her baby girl. Madeline might be upset with Cat, but she was still a loving mother.

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It took nearly 30 hours before Cat showed up at my house. She'd never been to my house, thanks to Madeline. I hadn't even seen Cat face-to-face since her early teens. Madeline preferred I stay away.

Still, she wasn't hard to recognize. Her hair was much longer now, but it was the same brilliant crimson. Her eyes were the same glittering emeralds, too.

Taller, too. I still remembered the little girl who had to reach up to hold my hand, but I was maybe a head taller than the lanky woman standing uncertainly on my doorstep.

She'd filled out in other areas, too. Cat wore a thick university sweatshirt in the cool evening air, so her figure was somewhat obscured by the thick fleece. Even so, the twin swells of her bosom were clearly a cup size towards the middle of the alphabet. Madeline had big boobs, too, but apparently our daughter had outstripped her mother on that metric.

"Hello, Cat," I smiled down at her. "Your mother says you need a place to stay. Come on in; you're always welcome."

 

[Babygirl234]

((Yay! My creative juices are flowing this time!!))

I had been failing for a long time in college. I didn't want to study anymore, didn't want to pretend anymore that I gave a shit about my grades. But I had to keep up the pretense so I could keep living at home, so I kept taking classes and "going" to school. In reality I was shopping and working extra hours and spending any money I made on a wardrobe I didn't need. I did it just because I could and I was super bored with school. I was done with it.

"Hello, Daddy," I said, flipping my hair over my shoulder. Hugging him tightly, I said, "I've missed you, Daddy. And I am so, so thankful to be done with pretending to go to school when I was working and spending money on shit I didn't need."

I went back to the car and lugged 2 suitcases to the door, then went back and grabbed 2 more, and then the last two. I looked up at him and could see shock on his face. Going back to the car, I locked it, then tossed the keys on the table inside by the door.

"Seriously, Daddy, there's a reason you don't have to go to school after you reach 18," I said. "I'm 19 years old, for God's sake, and I just wasted a year of my life that I will never, ever get back by "going" to school."

I made air quotes around "going". Picking up a suitcase, I dragged it to a room. Opening it, my jaw dropped. It was obviously a sex room. Closing the door, I moved onto the next room and it was obviously his. Jaw dropping, my mind filled with images of a naked Daddy among the silken sheets, making love to a woman. Funny thing is, I was picturing me as that woman. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I moved on to yet another room. This was the guest room, sparsely furnished with just a small closet, a dresser, and an unmade bed.

"Guess this is my room, then," I said, stepping inside. My nose wrinkled as I smelled the distinct odor of sex. Stepping back out, I looked at Daddy and raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"So let's see, you've got a sex room, your bedroom, and yet another room you like to have sex in, Daddy," I said, shaking my head. "Seriously, is fucking your whores the only thing that gets done around here? I know Mom likes to exaggerate things, but this proves she didn't exaggerate your love of sex. Not that I blame you, of course, but usually guys your age can only do it once or twice a day." I shook my head at the memory of something I really preferred to forget.

"Obviously I can't sleep in a room that smells of sex, Daddy, so where do I get to sleep?" I looked around, there wasn't a fourth bedroom that I could see, but maybe there was one elsewhere.

 

[saedo]

Madeline had apparently been quite serious about Cat moving out. My daughter's little sedan was practically bursting with half a dozen articles of luggage. She must have packed everything she owned.

I started helping her unload the car, but Cat soon left me to that alone while she carried a smaller bag into the house. "Your bedroom is to the east when you get to the top of the stairs," I called after her.

Unfortunately, Catherine apparently didn't hear me or got confused on east and west. Either way, I found her at the wrong end of the hall when I finally unloaded the car and started carrying things into the house.

I frowned as she blathered on about what she'd found. Like Madeline, Cat could get quite animated, so age went on for nearly a minute. "You know, it's one thing for your mother to talk like that," I chided. "She's my ex-wife. But I expect my daughter to show a little more courtesy."

"The women I sleep with are not whores. There is nothing wrong with a woman who enjoys sex. Even your mother might admit that. Just because you're young and inexperienced does not mean you should look down on women for that.

" Also, these women are guests in my home, just like you. I expect you to be polite and respectful to them. I will not tolerate rudeness, little girl. Understand?" I glared at her just a moment to let her know I was serious before continuing.

"That's called the 'Play Room', if you must know. Yes, that's a euphemism, but there's no need to be prurient. So don't go calling it a dungeon or sex room, okay?"

"The bedrooms here are for me and your guests. I trust you will respect their privacy. Knock before entering, for example. And the maid doesn't come till tomorrow, so that one is a little untidy."

I put a hand on her shoulder and spun her in place. "Your bedroom is down that way," I instructed. I guided back down the hall and a dozen paces more into another guest room holding a twin. "You may want to use the next room for extra closet space. I didn't expect so much luggage. But the sheets are clean and fresh. Guest bathroom is second door on the left."

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After finally getting all her luggage upstairs, I turned back to Cat. "Now since I didn't know when you were coming, I already have plans. Yes, with one of my female friends. But you'll probably be unpacking all night, anyway. There's food in the fridge or you can order a pizza or something. You'll manage, I'm sure."

I turned to walk away, but paused. " Also, my lady friend might come home with me tonight. I'll try to keep the noise down if we do." I smiled at the thought and headed for my room to prepare for my date.