Chapter 4: Previously, in my f*cked up life (part 3)

  In an effort to distract myself from my pervy thought I look around the room. 

  My daughter's bedroom is somewhat spacious, with soft pink walls. On the left corner across the door is a single bed with light pink covers.  On top of it is a big white teddy bear I remember buying for her on her fifth birthday. Next to the bed is a bedside table with drawers.  At the foot of the bed is her closet, while across the room is a small vanity and her writing desk.  A plush white carpet covers the floor and completes the ensemble.  The walls are bare beside a crucifix placed atop her bedhead.

  Somewhat calmer after my distraction, I speak to my daughter again.

  "Hey baby".

  Ella rises her head and gives a radiant smile that acts like a blowtorch applied to my balls.

  "Hy daddy"!

  "What", I say, "no hug today for your daddy"?

  She smiles again and pushes the chair back on its wheels, then she rises and stretches, pushing one arm up in the air while the other grabs it behind her neck.  The action causes her back to arch and her chest to fight to explode outside her shirt.  SHIIIT! I can feel my cock getting aroused as I try to control the urge to throw her on the bed and bang her like a dog while she hugs her teddy bear.  I take a deep breath as I struggle to control my erection.  Years of practice make me able to turn it on or off at will, but it is still hard to do so sometimes.

  "Sorry daddy, I was just engrossed in studying".

  Saying so Ella skips to me and hugs me tightly.  I put my arms around her shoulder while repeating my mantra inside my head.  Her young firm body is pressed against mine and I can feel the softness of her tits pressing against my chest like two warm soft balls of pleasure.  The size of her breasts make her hips keep a small distance from my dick thankfully or I would have pierced her through from front to back with my erection.

  "It's ok honey, I was just teasing you", I say, "I know how hard you study".

I give her a light kiss on the top of her hair and let her go before I lose control.

  "Where is Mom"?

"She went to Grandpa's.  Something about some guests from another church.  She will be back after dinner". 

  This was something that happened at least two or three times per month and it never bothered me since having dinner with the bitch and her parents was never pleasant for me.  To hear her father spouting bullshit about how is "humble" church made contribution to this or that cause while we both know that most of the money used were mine to begin with does nothing good for my temper.  Thus over the years it has become an habit that my wife will not even ask me if I want to go with her and I will stay home and cook for our daughter.  The fact that this gives me extra time alone with my little morsel is a major plus in my book.

  "Okay, then I guess you are stuck with my cooking today", I say.

"Daddyyy, I love your cooking, it's always tastier than mom's".

Yeah, my baby loves my special sauce.

"Okay, then keep studying and I will prepare dinner.  I will call you when it's ready".

  Saying that, I smile and then kiss the top of her head again before turning around and leaving the room.  After closing the door I lean against it with my back, close my eyes and exhale slowly. Keeping control in front of my daughter is getting harder and harder all the time..

  One of the small ways I find relief is garnishing my daughter food with my special "sauce".  Nothing like masturbating on your daughter salad and see her eating it while saying that is tasty.  Hmmm, maybe I should write a book, "100 cum-covered recipes that your daughter will love".  Naah, a perverted chef should have his secrets.  I head downstairs to the kitchen to start cooking.

  For the next few days things were routine.  Going to laze about in the office in the morning, reading in my study in the afternoon, dinner with my daughter and the bitch and then going to sleep in our separate bedrooms.  The bitch moved to another bedroom a few years back complaining that I snore.  Yeah well, fuck you too honey.

  On Monday after getting in my car to drive to my office I check as usual the messages on my phone and find one from Mike.  After a quick confirmation call, instead of going to the office I drive downtown to a small office my Specials keep there for meetings.  I was in fact the owner of the office, but thanks to some convoluted legal maneuvering it showed as owned by a small printing firm that existed only in my accountant's mind and on the invoices of one of my shell companies.  When I get in, Mike is already there, sitting behind a desk. 

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"Hi boss", he says.

"Hey Mike, how's the family"?

"Better than yours boss, better than yours".

  We both laugh at that and then I sit down and Mike becomes serious.

"Ok, so me and some of my boys snooped around a bit and on the surface everything seems fine".

I arch my eyebrow at his choice of words.

"On the surface"? I ask.

"Yeah, on the surface".  Mike pauses and I can see that he is unsure how to continue.

"Out with it Mike, I won't faint and I won't hold you responsible".

  Mike exhales loudly and then starts talking.

"The thing is boss, your father in law is into some weird shit. Bear with me a bit, there is a lot of things you must know for it to make any sense".

I nod and he continues, while opening a thick folder in front of him.

"I set my boys to tail both of your in-laws just to get a feel for their routine and your family.  I didn't expect something to come up from it but in fact something did.  A few days ago, your father in law met with a young woman".  Saying so he takes a photograph from the folder and hands it to me.  I look at it curiously and I frown.  In the picture is a young woman with brown hair and a bob cut with a pretty face.  Judging from the picture, her age should be about 20 something.  She looks familiar but I can not remember where I have seen her so I ask.  "Who is she"?

Mike slides a sheet of paper from the envelope again.  It's a color copy of a school registration.  The girl in the small id picture is my daughter Ella's classmate and best friend, Rose.

"Her name is Tina, she is Rose Birdwell's elder sister… and Jack Roman's daughter".  I look at him flabbergasted while he continues.

  "At first I thought that she was only a cookie he was nibbling on the side, but when I managed to get hold of his bank transactions I found that she was sending her money every month for the last 24 years.  The account was in common with her mother until her death and the payments started before she was born.  At that point I researched the mother a bit and found that she was a single mother supported by his church.  We had a chance to obtain some of Tina's hair from the brush she left at her gym, so I bribed a janitor at country club your in-law is a member of and managed to obtain some of his hair too.  Oh, don't worry about the janitor, he is cheating his wife with his brother in law so there is no chance of him saying anything.  Anyway, I sent the sample for paternity test and the results came back 97% positive.  We can safely assume that Rose is also his daughter".

"Damn", I say, "way to go Jack".

"That's not all boss. By analyzing his transactions we identified another five similar cases.  All single mothers, all with deposits starting with the birth of the kids".

  I lean back on the chair and exhale, this is what I needed, leverage.

However Mike continues

  "Things are more complex than that boss. All the kids have more or less the same age, which means the old goat was playing with all their mothers during the same period, and they are all your daughter's schoolmates. Three of them are Ella's classmates as well".

  "WHAT"? I explode. I can understand Jack sending the kids to my daughter's school.  It is an all-girls school run by priests and nuns where more importance is given to Christianity than history.  Nonetheless for all of them to be there, and even as my daughter's classmates, it feels fishy.

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