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... has this casserole been-” “Don’t eat that,” Petra warned. “Noted.” He made a note to toss out the science experiment later and closed the fridge, setting his plate on the counter. “So just us tonight, huh?” “Yep! Wanna watch a movie?” Jake smiled. “I’d love to.” After microwaving his plate, Jake sat on the couch and flipped through the available films. He’d long ago hooked an old computer up to the living room TV and Sarah was a bit of a movie buff, so the selection was pretty decent. Petra plopped down on the couch next to him with her plate and a couple cans of soda. “Ooh, let’s watch this,” she said, stealing the wireless keyboard from him and loading up a file: a period piece he’d heard a little about. “Macey told me it was really good” Jake frowned as the title came up. “I dunno, I heard this was a pointless chick-flick aimed at the youth crowd…” Petra curled her legs under herself and set the keyboard on the other side of her from him. “Weeelllll,” she said, “there’s always Fifty Shades of-” “THIS MOVIE WILL BE FINE WHERE’S THE POPCORN?” Petra giggled. “This’ll still be a better love story than Twilight,” she said, forking some mashed potatoes into her mouth. “I’ll give you that one,” Jake admitted, shuddering at the memory. They’d watched those movies together and pretty much mocked the shit out of every moment of them. The movie started out formulaic enough: boy meets girl, other boy already knows girl, blah blah et cetera, but Jake had to admit the acting was ...

... pretty good and the camerawork was decent. Pretty soon he found himself invested in the story of these young Victorian socialites. After the leftovers were gone popcorn was obtained. Soon Jake was leaning back comfortably on the couch, with a big bowl of said snack on his lap and his arm around Petra’s shoulders, awkwardness all but forgotten. Then the movie heated up a bit. “Uhoh,” Petra said playfully, “there goes the bodice!” Sure enough, the actress was being willingly and f***efully stripped, and before you could say “I hope I don’t get a boner” Jake found himself staring at a beautiful pair of bare breasts with his arm around his daughter. Petra reached over in his lap and dug out some popcorn, nudging the bowl against his cock in the process. “This is hot,” she said quietly. Jake really had no response. It wasn’t like they’d never watched a film with sex in it together before. He liked to think he was pretty modern about that sort of thing. But right now he was acutely aware that his arm was around a beautiful girl’s shoulders - his daughter’s shoulders, he reminded himself - and she was snuggled against his chest, occasionally reaching her hand into his lap to search for the last of the popcorn. The scene played on and before long the couple were softcore fucking on the screen. “Wow,” Jake said, “They really show a lot these days.” “Mmhmm,” Petra replied, engrossed in the movie. Jake glanced down at her and was not at all surprised to see a pair of pronounced bumps on the ...