Jake's Magic Remote, Part II - of Pranks and - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote, Part II - of Pranks and

... which was a lot, he kind of wondered if she ever did any actual work - he snickered to himself. It was a nice day, so rather than take the train home, he walked. It took a couple hours, but it was completely silent and he got home early. Jake made a note to ride his bike the next day. He was whistling a tune as he walked in the door of his house, but a shuffling sound made him stop. He took off his shoes and walked up the steps to the living room, finding his daughter Petra sitting next to her boyfriend Keith. They were on the couch, separated by a few more inches than one might expect, and Keith’s hands were resting in his lap. “Hi, k**s,” Jake said with a smile, walking into the kitchen. “Watching TV?” “Yeah, dad,” Petra said. “There’s, uh, a Scrubs marathon on.” Jake glanced over. The two of them were definitely up to something. Petra was a senior in High School, and she was sexually active. He was fine with that in theory - hell, he made a point of leaving condoms in places she could discreetly get them - but somehow the girl still hadn’t gotten over her “bad boy” phase. Petra was really beautiful. She had pale skin, green eyes, bright red hair, and light freckles. Boys had noticed her early when she started growing, but now she was almost as tall as her father with slender legs and a curvy figure that could get her in magazines, if she wasn’t determined to use her exceptional brain to go for a PhD. She was even doing some AP Biology classes to get a head start. ...

... Overall, she was really something to be proud of. Keith, on the other hand, was a baggy-jeaned, ballcap-inside-wearing scumbag. Jake was looking forward to the day that he finally fucked up enough to break his girl’s heart so she could move on. Curiosity got the better of Jake. He opened the fridge and asked, “You two hungry?” as he pulled out his remote. Pausing before they could answer, he carefully stepped around the fridge door. Sure enough, the moment his view was obstructed, Keith had moved his hands from his lap to try to tuck his cock back in his jeans. Jake rolled his eyes as he walked over to investigate. The boy certainly wasn’t anything to write home about, as far as size was concerned, but what kind of bugged Jake was the moisture. The fucking k** was getting his dick wet on the couch in Jake’s living room! Jake looked over at Petra. “This is out of fatherly concern,” he said out loud as he lifted her skirt. Still, he couldn’t help but be impressed with the view as he confirmed that his daughter’s panties were still where they should be. He looked up at her as he smoothed the skirt back down, then peered around behind her. Her shirt was pushed up a little, and a quick peek underneath showed that her bra was unclasped. So maybe they weren’t dumb enough to fuck on the couch in the afternoon before “daddy” got home, but Keith had been groping Jake’s little girl’s tits while making her blow him, and that was just about as bad. If it’d been a boy with a future more exciting ...