John’s Daughter & Her Best Friend

John’s Daughter &

Her Best Friend

 

Some men will do anything

to have the objects of their desires

 

R.R. Ryan

 

© Copyright 2025 by R.R. Ryan

 

NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

John’s Daughter & Her Best Friend

 

Two years back, John’s daughter, Becky, brought her best friend, April, home for a sleepover. After what was for her, the usual round of excitement and anxious pleadings with her mother went like a boxing match. A boxing bout she won with the assistance of her father. That Friday afternoon, they arrived at the house still in school uniforms. Their short skirts and white blouses teased her father with their budding curves.

 

John’s wife would leave on a business trip. No doubt getting a head start to avoid the weekend-long pestilence of her daughter and her friend. She’d never win Mother of the Year. In fact, she’d always been ill-equipped to handle children. Teenagers are even less manageable for her, than younger ones. A certain animosity existed between the two that John never worked out, until he did.

 

Shame didn’t enter the equation when John checked out his daughter and her friends. Their adolescent innocence stirred something primal, made his heart race and his cock swell. Becky tossed her backpack onto the couch and ran to hug him. Pressing her tight body and large breasts to him. Already, Becky gushed about how he was the best dad in the world. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around him.

 

April trailed behind, flirty eyes on him as she did a little twirl. She asked if Becky’s mom was going out of town that night and gave a cheeky smile. John smiled back.

 

“As far as I’m concerned it’s like she’s already left,” John said, holding his daughter a tad tighter than a father should. The beaming smirk on his face told its own story.

 

Becky took his smile as permission to do what she wanted. She dropped to the floor and jumped up and down, clapping her hands. It was no secret that mother and daughter didn’t get along. What John didn’t realize was the conflict between them was all about him.

 

John sometimes wondered how Becky always got what she wanted. Then he remembered that he was the one who let her have it. His guilt flared, but not enough to extinguish the fire he felt for both girls. Especially how attractive they were in their Catholic schoolgirl’s clothes.

 

Becky threw herself on the couch. Her skirt rode up to her waist, exposing her almost, too-small panties. Then he nearly lost it when she said it would just be the three of them in the house. She stretched back and pushed out her chest, her white blouse so tight he saw the pale pink of her bra. He wasn’t sure how much more of this teasing he’d take.

 

“You really don’t mind us having a sleepover with mom gone?” Becky asked. Her eyes were wide, innocent. The way she sat was anything but. She whispered to April that he was “the best dad ever,” and he had to turn away to hide how hard it made him.

 

She shouted out that she loved him. John realized she did, but not in the way she imagined he loved her. He went upstairs to clean up before his wife got home. On the stairs, John heard Becky and April giggling and calling out for him in the kitchen. He heard his name mixed with boy band crushes and girly squeals, how they got the house all to themselves.

 

He remembered the text in which his wife told him she was leaving and hardly believed his luck. His wife’s message came just as the girls got home, and he’d told them Mom had a work thing. Becky hugged him so tightly when it turned out he was right. When it turned out they’d be all alone John’s mind went feral.

 

“Do you think your dad will let us have the sleepover anyway?” April had asked.

 

“He’s really cool like that,” Becky said, and her hand brushed April’s when they hugged.

 

“You’re Dad’s really sexy too, with his dad bod.”

 

“Like I don’t know that, April.”

 

John heard them run upstairs to drop their things off. Their bags went thud-thud on the stairs. They disappeared into Becky’s room, and he listened to their squeals through the door. It drove him crazy the way they called him John’s the best dad in the whole world!

 

April’s bag was open, and a pair of bright pink panties almost fell out. He followed the girls upstairs, stopped near the bathroom’s open door, heard the shower running, and imagined them all soaped up and kissing madly. John presumed April dropped her clothes on the bathroom floor and got under the hot water. Envisioned Becky soaping her back and the way they gazed at each other. Their giggles filled his ears, and he was already hard standing outside the door.

 

He barely concentrated, time spent musing on Becky and her cute friend when his wife came home. They ran down to meet her before she closed the door, almost knocking the phone out of her hands as they gave her their most innocent grins.

 

“You girls sure look happy,” she said, “what’s going on?”

 

Becky spilled the beans, so excited that he barely understood her. All he made out was how her mother had to go out of town. That and how he said they could have their sleepover anyway. She looked at him like she didn’t know what to make of it.

 

“Oh, he did, did he?” she said.

 

Becky gave her biggest smile and asked, “Please, please, please?”

 

After a long pause, she sighed and told the girls she supposed it’d be okay. She winked at John and rolled her eyes.

 

Becky whispered to him, called him the best dad again, and asked if he’d take her mother out to dinner before she left.

 

“I don’t know about that,” he said, but she gave him a look that left no doubt she’d get her way.

 

“Please, dad?” she said. “You take her out for a nice meal. You know, so April and I can have some alone time?”

 

She hugged him and almost made him change his mind. The way she hugged him, the way she ran back upstairs with her friend, and the way their skirts moved. The soft smoothness of their young legs made him think about what was waiting for him when he got home.

 

His wife got dressed up for dinner. All the way to the restaurant, he kept checking his phone, wondering if he’d get a message telling him to hurry back. The girls had a way of changing their minds and suddenly being bored.

 

“I can’t believe you let them stay home alone,” she said.

 

“They’re pretty hard to say no to,” he said. “Maybe I spoil them.”

 

They both realized who really got spoiled. Over dinner, John played it cool, and his wife was clueless enough to go along. He felt guilty when she thanked him for agreeing to let them stay and said it meant a lot to Becky. He told her he was happy to do it, and in a way he was. The thought of April and Becky sitting at the house alone, waiting for him, made him hard in the restaurant.

 

They got back home later than he’d planned. His wife packed in the bedroom, and John barely hid how anxious he was. She understood it was because he wanted her to go. She had no idea why. Her fear, deep and abiding, was he loved their daughter more than her.

 

The girls were in there and what they’d be doing after they were sure she was gone thrilled him. He told himself that Becky would be all over April when he opened their door. He wanted to run up, strip off his clothes, do it with them, and get it out of his system before his conscience had a chance to catch up with him.

 

His wife folded clothes into her suitcase, and he was almost too hard to concentrate. John understood the girls waited, and every second was a second he’d be doing what he never thought he’d be able to.

 

She said goodbye and was out the door before he finished helping her carry her suitcase to the car.

 

“I’ll call you when I get to the hotel,” she said. “Good luck,” she said to John on her to her car.

 

“I’ll be fine, they’ll be fine, the three of us will have a grand old time,” John said. “I’m going to miss you.” He faked disappointment as he watched her pull out of the driveway. The moment she was out of sight, his cock sprang to life.

 

The sound of her car fading down the street left him in an instant frenzy.

 

John was sure Becky was already letting April touch her. The thought of it made him unzip and cum in less than a minute. He wasn’t proud of it. But something so dirty about being unable to control himself made him do it again right on the carpet.

 

He saw them so clearly in his mind. John contemplated what Becky was like. Envisioning how she hung off her friend and how she liked to be the center of attention. He was sure someday, perhaps not this day, she’d let him watch. Maybe they’d even allow him to take pictures.

 

He couldn’t wait.

 

His breathing slowed. He cleaned himself up, almost regretting getting off so fast but knowing the girls would work him up again. They were close enough to hear their their giggling and calling out his name. They were looking for him, wondering where he’d gone, wondering if they should wait. He heard them squeal like they’d won when he went upstairs to find them.

 

They didn’t even bother hiding how excited they were. They were in their night clothes, in their underwear, in clothes so short and sexy that it barely left anything to his imagination. His cock, which he thought he’d tamed, stirred right back to life.

 

“Did your mom leave already?” Apirl asked.

 

Her friend peeked at him with flirty green eyes and small bare breasts showing through her shirt. She sat cross-legged on the floor.

 

“We thought you’d be gone longer,” she said, looking right at his cock like she saw how hard he was. He got the sense Becky had told her everything. Maybe she’d told her how much he wanted to fuck them. Perhaps she’d told April how much it got him off to see them together.

 

Maybe it got Becky off, too.

 

He watched them getting their things ready in the lounge room. Their bags spilled open on the floor, and they brought only the skimpiest clothes for the weekend. John caught them touching each other while they moved around the room, and when he stepped in to say something, Becky grinned.

 

She whispered to April, letting her words slip out, understanding he’d hear them.

 

“I told you he’d let us do anything,” she said. Then, louder, she told him they would put on a fashion show, and it would be the best night ever.

 

April bent to Becky and put her lips to Becky’s. Their tongues dueled in their mouths, April turned Becky’s back to her father, and she gazed at him while the two of them tongue fucked.

 

John left the room, overwhelmed with desire.

 

The sound of giggles poured out of the lounge room. John was on his way in when he saw April lying on the floor. Becky was off to the side, doing something with her phone, not paying attention. From the hall, he saw up April’s micro skirt, and the sight of pale pink panties, tight and snug, covering her young pussy aroused his cock. John thought he’d lost control. He was ready to cum before he even touched himself. The memory of his lust for them came back as strong as ever.

 

It flooded his mind as he stood there.