Well everyone I am back with another story. For those of you that haven't read anything that I have written before be warned... I usually take things pretty extreme. What can I say. That's what I like. While this story does start out pretty slow know that, when it does start getting to the punch lines, it will get pretty extreme so bear that in mind.
Also note that this story does contain stories with minors. The main characters in this story are the wife (Shareah), (Shy, eleven year old daughter, and Cherish, 9 year old daughter) (Terrance, 13 year old son)
If you don't like stories that involve sex with people this young then don't bother.
If you do... Then here you go...
Everyone likes Christmas. We all may give different reasons. We may say that it's because of the lights and the way they flash their pretty colors all over the room. We might say it's because of the family get togethers with aunts, uncles, and cousins.
Lets be honest though.
It's the presents that we really like.
It's waking up on that magical morning and watching our loved ones open up the gift that we got them and seeing their faces light up. It's knowing that the thought that we put into it brought them that happiness.
It's also opening up that one gift, that someone got for us, the one that we really wanted, and being able to express to them that they really hit the mark.
I love Christmas too but for a bit of a different reason.
I like it for the vouchers. That's what I like.
Let me explain.
I have been married to my wife Shareah for fifteen years now. She's about twenty years younger than me, and our meeting was chance, and against all of the odds. She is a gorgeous athletic and driven black woman that could have any man she wanted, and I am just your average run of the mill white guy.
I met her one day while winding down at a bar. She walked up out of nowhere, and asked me to take her somewhere and fuck the shit out of her. Those were her words almost verbatum. I didn't just jump at it though. I thought it was a joke or something. Like a buddy that I didn't notice was there at the bar and put her up to it, so I asked her. “Why me.”
Cuz your white. Older. And that's what I'm in the mood for. She was twenty at the time. Not even old enough to drink, and I was over forty. I had a thing for younger women, but I thought those days were way behind me so at that point I believed her and took her up on it.
I didn't plan on having anything more to do with her after that, but we actually hit it off so well that we kept in touch and when she finished college we got married.
Now we have three kids and things are better than I ever would have imagined.
A couple of years ago my wife and I went through some tough times. We were both working and had good jobs, but in the months leading to Christmas anything and everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Appliances went out, and had to be replaced, both cars needed repairs, and of course it was outside of the warranties.
Our son Terrance was thirteen, and our daughters Shy and Cherish were eleven and nine. Every Penny that we could muster went to them. It didn't leave anything for us to spend on each other so we came up with the vouchers.
A voucher was simply a written request sealed in an envelope and placed under the tree. That first year we had each agreed that we would each write ten of these vouchers and that the other person had to honor whatever request as long as it didn't cost any money. They could be “redeemed” at any time during the course of the next year at the requester's whim. We were broke so that made sense. It was just a way that we could give something to each other without breaking the bank.
That first year everything was innocent enough. Her vouchers to me were things like massages and baths and dishes. Stuff like that.
Two things happened that year that are worth mentioning. The first is the slight debacle that there was with the vouchers. I used half of them for things that I wanted, like peace and quiet while watching football, and favorite meals that Shareah didn't always like to make. Stuff like that.
The other half of my vouchers I used to encourage her to live out some of my sexual fantasies. Shareah is already an excellent lover, and we enjoy a great sex life, but at the same time I have always had difficulty figuring out how to express my needs to “live a little” in the bedroom. I had developed a habit early in our marriage of treating Shareah with love and respect, and adoration. I don't always feel like doing that though, and I desperately wanted to spice things up.
Five of my requests were for things like “Tie you up, and do what I want to you without repercussion”, and “dress like a slut and go out in public”, and finally “be my slave for a day” Things like that. I was most fond of these requests, because they are some of my biggest fantasies.
Shareah has always been the type to cover herself. She makes a gorgeous thrity-five year old woman, and still has the body of a woman ten years younger. I have always been a pervert at heart, and even though I have kept these impulses at bay, I have still longed to walk arm in arm with her with her body on display. The tying up fantasy is pretty much every guys dream, and who wouldn't want a gorgeous woman as their personal slave.
The other thing that happened that is worth mention started about a week before Christmas. The kids were all old enough to know that Santa wasn't real. We had developed a system taking turns with the Christmas shopping. One of us would go out with two of the kids, leaving the other home with the remaining child, and on another day the other person would take the remaining child out shopping. We found that system to be useful, because our children all seemed to know each other so well that utilizing them to help us pick out gifts for the kids that weren't with us seemed to work out best and cause the fewest disappointments.
That year Shareah had taken the oldest and youngest out, and I was at home with Shy. I was sitting on my recliner and enjoying the peace and quiet that having only one of the kids at home provided. I had a beer and some chips, and a game on the television. Life was good.
I had a special bond with both of my daughters. Each of them, in their own way, had things about them that reminded me of their mother. Shy had the athletic bookworm thing going which I adored about her mom, and was proud of in Shy. The girl loved to read, and spent many hours locked up in her room with a book folded open in her lap, but also played sports vigorously like a boy on a mission. Any sport she played she played with all of her heart, and even though she would start off as the clumsier girl on the team once she figured out what she was doing she'd end up being a key player.
It's kind of funny when you think about our kid's names. I named Terrance, and he has a very common and traditional name. Shareah named both Shy and Cherish, which are obviously more creative and less traditional. I should have let her name all three.
The other ironic thing about her was her name. Shareah gave Shy her named based on the first few days after her birth. The girl was always covering her face when she was awake and her mannerisms reminded us both of a person that was terrified of people. As she grew up, though, her personality was a stark contrast to her given name. She was very outspoken, witty and had a fire that burned brightly in her deep brown eyes.
And maybe it was just my fatherly pride speaking, but she was also very gorgeous—despite her glasses, which to me, capped off her bookworm appearance, and I wouldn't trade that for anything. To me there is nothing sexier than an intelligent woman. She had smooth brown and flawless skin. Her nose was a cross between my european style nose, and her mothers which perched on her face like robin's nest in an apple tree. My genes mixed with Shareah's had a beautiful effect on Shy's hair. It was long and black and soft.
Shy came out about twenty minutes after everyone left, and I had to do a double take. I had never bothered myself with getting involved with how the kids dressed. I had left that entirely up to Shareah. Whatever she decided was fine by me. Because of that the girls were always dressed as she was—completely covered-- which was fine by me.
Shy, like her mother, loved music, and had a pair of earphones attached to her i-pod, which she was holding in her hand. She was dancing to some tune, and singing quietly to herself. I was impressed by her grace, but I was also dumb struck with the beauty that she was developing. Her breasts were not well developed, but her legs were fine tuned machines. I watched as she danced around the living room enjoying the way that her muscles flexed as she did it. I was stricken by the fact that she not only resembled her mother, but also was shaped like her mother. I had a weird sense of knowing just how she looked naked, just because I had seen her mother naked so many times before.
I had never once heard either of the girls complain about the dress code. With everyone gone Shy was testing the waters with me. She was wearing a pair of black workout shorts which, if that wasn't short enough, she had trimmed even shorter than they were originally intended. The tops were trimmed down about an inch below her pelvic bone, so that even the top of her ass crack was exposed, and the bottoms were trimmed so the corners of her ass cheeks were hanging out. There was no doubt that they were shorter than would be considered acceptable by most anyone's standards.
I couldn't help but to be a little turned on by the sight. I wasn't used to seeing Shy this way. I couldn't even remember the last time I had seen her with less on than a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt, which was her norm. I watched as her body moved to the veiled tunes. My eyes roved from her head to her toes soaking in every detail of her body. I could see every line and sensuous curve. Every ripple that her muscle made as she moved, and danced. I had a difficult time pulling my eyes away from her pelvic region, and my mouth actually began to water as I soaked in the two little points of her pelvic bone, and the beginning of the crease that was on display. I pushed my eyes up higher with some difficulty as the bulge in my pants started to become uncomfortable.
She was wearing a white t shirt cut at her mid-drift, and was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were stiff and the thin cotton material didn't hide much.
I also couldn't help but to realize that the outfit that she was currently wearing would have been more than good enough to satisfy my “dress slutty in public voucher.” My mind was completely off of the game on the television, and was now focused completely on my eleven year old daughter, and she knew it. I saw her smile at me, and her dance moves became more exaggerated, and seductive in nature. She was eating up my attention, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I tried. I just couldn't do it.
She continued her dance for a little while longer, and then disappeared back into her room. I was actually relieved to see her go. Having her there like that, dancing and moving her hips from side to side, trying to get my attention, and me not being able to take my eyes off of her was disconcerting to me. I was starting to even get to the point to where I was undressing her in my mind. I couldn't help but to wonder what would happen if the girl decided she wanted her daddy to do more than look. I shivered at the thought, and tried to get my mind back on the game.
Shy came back out a few minutes later. She was still dressed the same, but her headphones were gone. She walked up to me and plopped onto my lap. This was something that I was used to. I was very close to both of my daughters. Hugs, kisses on the cheeks, and cuddling were not unheard of by any means. The only difference on this day was that now I had a boner, and Shy was the one that had given it to me.
Before, when she was dancing the issue was that I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Part of it was because she looked so good to me. The reason that a woman's skin was soft and smooth was so that it would feel good, and her skin was flawless, and looked so inviting in the evening light. Her stomach was flat and tight and begged to be stroked and touched.
Now that she was sitting with me in the chair, laying half on her side, and cuddled close. My dilemma was multiplied a hundred fold. Her smooth dark skin was not only exposed, but she was half on top of me, and I would actually have to be careful not to touch her skin. What made it so difficult is that I knew that she would let me. She may even want me to touch her which only added to the pressure. If there were ever a daddy's girl she was it. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for me and I knew that.
I can't even say that my resistance lasted that long. Looking back I know that I didn't put up much of a fight. Her leg was kicked over my lap, her thigh almost touching my balls, and her knee just inches from my hand, and her elbow was actually pressed against my hard-on. What harm could it do just to put my hand on her knee and caress her soft skin there.
I did just that. I placed my hand on her knee and began to massage the skin just above her kneecap. She looked up at me and gave me a smile. Seeing her happy made my heart melt, and skip a beat. I wanted more so I traced my hand up and down her leg going half way up her thigh, and then back down. I didn't stop at her knee, but continued on down making sure I got a nice complete survey of her calf muscle. Her muscle there was full and round and soft. Then I went back up to her thigh muscle, higher the second time—not stopping until my fingers brushed the hem of her very short shorts. I was already getting bolder and I was actually feeling like I wanted her to realize that my caresses were beyond appropriate. That I was touching her in a sexual way.
I wondered what was going through her mind at this point. I wondered what she thought about having my hand there, and I wondered if she liked it. But even more than that I wondered what she was going to do when I went further than a father should. I already knew that I was going to.
I watched Shy as she watched my hand tracing up and down her leg. It was like she was mesmerized by it. She must have been feeling like she wanted more too because she changed positions. She turned onto her back and scooted high enough up so that our heads were next to each other, and her ass was seated next to my raging boner. I'm sure that she could feel my stiffness as it was half under her right ass cheek.
Both of my hands went to her stomach. I began tracing little circles there and my boldness tripled. I let my hands go where they wanted too again feeling the need to cross even more boundaries, and to physically assert that I wasn't just being a dad. I wanted her to know that she was being naughty with her. I traced my fingertips up her stomach, pushing her half shirt up as I went, and going directly to her nipples. I circled them both with my fingertips, and then gently pinched them. She inhaled deeply. I released them and then traced them again with my fingers. She responded by laying her hand next to my dick and began stroking it through my pants with her thumb.
I continued assaulting her nipples with my left hand, but traced my way back down her stomach with my right. I didn't stop at her belly button, nor did I stop at the top hem of her shorts. I thought about going directly underneath her shorts and getting to the gold that I knew was within my grasp, but I didn't. I wanted to tease her a little more, and to create a little more anticipation. Instead I went over the top of her shorts tracing directly over the top of her slit with just enough pressure so that she could sense my fingers, but I continued on to her upper thigh.
Shy spread her legs for me in invitation. I was taken by how willing she was to allow me my indiscretion. She didn't seem to have any inhibitions about letting me touch her this way, and I loved her for that. I ran my hand up and down her inner thigh working my way closer and closer to her womanhood. Her eyes were pinned to my hand as it inched its way closer to her young and juicy snatch.
I couldn't wait any longer so I allowed my fingers to make the final few inches. I rested them on her mound and began to gently knead the tender meat there. Shy began to work her hips in time with the movements of my fingers. I increased the pressure which gave me a good sense of her shape beneath the thin short material.
“Oh my God daddy that feels so good!” She exclaimed.
“I don't want this to ever stop. Please daddy don't ever stop.”
I didn't plan on stopping though. I fully intended on continuing. I was going to remove her shorts and use my tongue to give her the greatest thrill that I'm sure she ever had. To me there was nothing better than the taste of good pussy, and I was certain that Shy's was among the best of the best. I did help create it after all.
Luck was not on my side, and fate intervened.
Her mom pulled in.
Shy panicked as the headlights of our car flashed across the curtains in front of us. I think we had both lost track of time, because the sun had set, and darkness had claimed the sky.
“Fuck me,” she yelled and darted for her room.
“Fuck me,” I muttered under my breath. My fun was ruined.
At least for the night anyway.
I came to a couple of realizations through that experience though. The first was that Shy was not dressing conservatively by her choice. It was because of her mom's. Second was that my daughter was ready and willing to experiment with sex, and I was, at least in my mind, the person she wanted to experiment with. If I had my way she was going to get both.
Christmas rolled in like a barrel tumbling down a steep mountainside. I wanted to go further with shy, but with both the kids and my wife off for the holidays there was just no alone time. I did take shy shopping with me the next day, but her tight jeans prevented me from doing much else other than rub her leg. That did give her a big smile though which I gladly reciprocated.
While we were shopping though I did make an impulse buy. We were picking out some clothes for Cherish, and I saw a cute lavender skirt and matching blouse. Because the outfit was actually intended for a girl Cherish's age and not Shy's it would be too short which was why I wanted to get it for her. I wanted to set a new precedence where the girl's manner of dress was concerned. If I asserted myself into the debate I knew that Shareah wouldn't fight me on it, and after Christmas morning they would be allowed to where skimpier clothing.
Christmas morning came. Shareah and I were laying in bed. We were both awake and cuddled naked as we waited for the kids to wake up. We knew that as soon as one of them woke up that we would be bum rushed so we decided to just cuddle and wait.
I was laying on my back, and Shareah had a leg over my midsection. The sheet was over the top of us at our midsection and I was enjoying the way that Shay's warm thin body felt against mine. My thoughts involuntarily shifted to the outfit that was laying snugly wrapped in a box under the tree with Shy's name on it. I pictured the way that the outfit would look on her. Knowing full well that the hem of the skirt would end only an inch or so below the bottom of her ass cheek. I had stopped after work a couple days before and added a thong to the ensemble. It was a bold move that would definitely stir up a little controversy, but I was pretty sure I could handle it. I knew that Shy would love it. I just hoped that Shareah wouldn't throw too much of a fit about it.
Just the thought of seeing her wearing it, especially knowing that she would be wearing a thong underneath, was enough to bring me to fully hard. The top half of my dick peeked out from underneath the sheet and said good morning.
Cherish popped into the room, and bounced her way to the bed. My first instinct was to cover myself, but I squashed it. My naughtier side won out once again.
“Come on you guys...” Cherish started, but broke off. She glanced at my waist, blushed a little and then looked back at my face. I smiled and she smiled back.
“You in a hurry for some reason?” I kidded.
“Da'ad. You know it's Christmas.” She said. Her eyes were drawn for a moment back to my waist. She shifted nervously.
“Get dressed and come out. We want to open the presents now!”
“Okay, okay !” Shareah said. “Get out so we can get dressed.
Once again Cherish let her eyes drift back toward my erection, before she turned and left.
Shareah and I got up threw on our robes and headed out. I made the coffee and Shareah went to the living room to start dividing out the Christmas morning bounty. She had a certain order that she always doled them out.
I sat Shareah's coffee down on the coffee table next to her seat, and mine next to my recliner, then I plopped down and waited for the festivities to begin. The kids were gathered in the middle of the living room, and they each had a gift to open. I looked and I noticed that Shy had my special gift. I hadn't really planned this part out, but I was hoping that she would open that one last. I knew that it would probably be her favorite, or at least I hoped that it would be.
Shareah gave them the okay, and the kids tore into their presents. I watched intently as Shy removed the cover to the box. Her face lit up. I'm sure she recognized it right away. The thong was underneath so she hadn't seen it yet. She ripped the clothing out of the box with fury, stood up and ran over to me.
“Thank you, thank you thank you!” She cried. “I love it.”
I was relieved that she didn't question me about it being for Cherish.
I looked over to Shareah to gauge her reaction. Her lips were pursed which meant that we would be discussing it later. Shy headed back toward her seat as Cherish was just picking the thong out of the box. Shy leapt forward and snatched it from her hand.
She looked at it and then double timed it back to me.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you daddy. Oh my god I can't believe you actually bought this for me!”
She looked over at her mom. Then walked up and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you so much mom. Can I try it on?”
I could see Shareah's will break a little bit, which was good for me. “I suppose,” she said.
“Do I get to where short skirts now too?” Cherish asked. “And a thong?”
Shareah gave me one of her triumphant looks. See what you started it said, but she didn't answer her daughters question. She was giving me the honors.
“One more year sweetie. By then you will be ten, and almost eleven like Shy is. Then we will talk.”
“But nothing. She's earned it and you haven't,” I said. Maybe I shouldn't have put it that way, but it was kind of the truth, and it slipped out. Shy's liberation did have a cost, and I almost felt guilty about it.
The other two went for their second gift and Shareah made them wait for Shy to come back in. Meanwhile She brought me my first envelope and she tore into her first.
“Really?” she said, and my face flushed. I hadn't planned this part out either. I had just put my ten envelopes under the tree without any pre-planning. She could open any one of them in any order. I was starting to feel like an idiot.
“Which one is it?” I asked her.
“Got any rope?” She asked, and I blushed a little.
“Yeah,” I said. “I guess I was in a weird mood when I wrote some of these. We don't have to do that if you don't want to.”
“Shit. You ain't getting out of it now. Shoulda been doing that a long time ago though,” she said with a devilish grin. “Just glad your finally coming around to it.”
I opened the envelope that she handed to me. “one day off of house work,” was scrawled in her neat pen. My heart sank a little. I hoped they weren't all like that.
Shy came back in wearing her new outfit. I wasn't used to seeing so much leg on her. I wasn't sure how it would look on her, knowing that the outfit was actually intended for someone younger cast a little doubt, but I thought it fit her wonderfully. The hem of the skirt was intended to come to mid thigh, but on Shy is was more like an inch below her crotch, and the blouse should have been a loose fit but it hugged her body. The blouse came down in a v and if she had cleavage it would have shown nicely, as it was the top of her bra was exposed.
Everyone sat silently as Shy spun this way and that, showing off her new outfit.
“Wow, sis. You actually look good. I mean. You know. Like a girl,” Terrance said. His face turned red, and he immediately shut up and started staring at his lap.
“Thank you T,” Shy said and she bent and kissed him on the cheek. I didn't think Terrance's face could get any redder, and we all chuckled under our breaths at the site.
“I think we might have to take it back and exchange it though sweetie. You dad bought it a little bit too small for you.”
Shy looked at me, and then at her mom.
“I like it though. I don't want to take it back.”
“But hon. It's too small. It barely fits you.”
“I like it that way mom. Please don't make me take it back!” shy begged.
I liked it too.
“We'll talk about it later,” Shareah said. “Let's finish the rest of the presents.”
Shy knelt on the floor next to the rest of her pile of presents. The skirt rode up another inch on her thigh, and I could see the bottom of her new thong. Terrance wasn't lost on the show she was providing either. His gaze returned to her legs on a fairly regular basis.
One by one all of the presents were opened. The kids were mostly satisfied with the gifts that they got. They were all well aware that money was a little tight.
We were down to the last of our envelopes. We had one each, and up to this point Shareah had only asked for relief from chores, and special treatments. I was surprised that she hadn't had any requests like the ones I did. Shareah was by far not a prude in the bedroom, and I was feeling a little guilty. Like I had taken unfair advantage. I knew the voucher that she was about to open. It was my favorite out of all of them. It was the one asking her to dress slutty in public. I knew if she had an issue with any of them it would be that one.
It was kind of cool to have that nervous feeling in my gut as I waited for her to read her last voucher. She opened it, but that devilish smile that I'd hoped for didn't hit her face. Instead the blood drained out of it. She looked like she had just read a death certificate.
She faked a smile, and I went ahead and opened the last voucher that she had written for me. In that one she asked for me to pamper her for one full day like she was at a spa. She wanted massages and baths and foot rubs. I kind of thought that she was combining multiple vouchers in one, but as guilty as I was feeling about the whole voucher thing I knew that I wouldn't make an issue of it. She was definitely going to earn those massages.
We all pitched in helping straighten the moutain of paper that had accumulated in the center of the room. Afterward it was my responsibility to make the Christmas Breakfast. I had that all planned out. This year was going to be omelets, with all the trimmings, onions, peppers, mushrooms, Ham, cheese, and saugage. My stomach began to growl as I thought about it.
“Can I help you daddy?”
Shy was standing next to me as I was bending to grab a pan. I was eye level with her crotch. Before I knew what was happening she stepped forward, lifted her skirt and pushed her hips forward, shoving her thong covered pussy in my face. I was surprised by her boldness, but I inhaled deeply. The scent was sweet like honey covered flowers. It was strong. Like she was ready.
She backed away and lowered her skirt. The smile on her face reminded me of her mother when she was up to something dirty. The wet spot on her panties didn't escape my attention, and I couldn't help but to feel a sense of pride in knowing that I was the one that made her wet.
Our solitude was broken shortly after, and it was a good thing that I had plenty of cutting to do. My dick was hard, and after what my daughter had just done to me, there was no way that I would have been able to refrain from putting it to good use.
After breakfast Shareah cornered me in the bedroom as I was coming out from the bathroom.
She was leaning up against the door frame with her arms folded. I knew the instant that I saw her that it wasn't going to be an easy conversation.
“You should have told me what you were up to you know.”
“Would you have agreed?”
“No, but it's not as simple as I'm sure your thinking.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean it's not just a matter of what she wants to wear. I have actually considered letting her dress how she wants, but there's more to it than that.”
“Did you see the way Terrance was eyeing her up? I've actually caught him a couple of times trying to sneak a peek. He's sly about it. Pretends he don't know that they are in the bathroom or whatever, and he just walks in. He even tried drilling holes in the walls so that he could see into shy's room.”
I walked further into the bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed, and tried to digest the information that Shay had just given me.
“How come you didn't tell ME about any of this,” using her words against her.
“I can handle our kids, Jack. You've always said that part fell on my shoulders, and I'm okay with that. But I'm not done. The worst part is that the girls both let him get away with that shit. It's like there okay with it or something. I'm just afraid that if, or even when he decides to do something, because I can't watch them all twenty four seven, that they will let him. Hell they might even egg him on.”
While she was telling me this I sat there staring at my hands. What I was thinking was that I was sure that Shy would let him do stuff. She already had with me. The part that surprised me is that I was okay with it. Hell I even kind of liked the idea. I don't know exactly why but the idea of Terrance tearing up Shy's pussy was making my blood pump. I was more of a pervert than I thought.
I didn't say any of that though. I hadn't fully accepted myelf as a full blown perv yet so what I said was.
“Shh... They'll here you.”
“It's not that I'm a prude Jack, you know that,” Shay said in a much lower and calmer voice. ”Shit I saw the way Shy wore that outfit. She was proud of the way she looked. And she should be. She's gorgeous and she should be proud. A big part of me wants her to dress like that. It's probably too late now anyway. I don't think I could take that away from her now. She likes it too much.”
“I concede that I should have talked to you about it first Shay, but I think it's time we give in a little. So far I don't regret it. Let's just let it play for a while, and see what happens.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Okay, but it's on you.”
I started to get up.
“One more thing Jack,” she said. There was a distinctive apologetic tone to her voice, and my curiosity was up, although I was sure that it had something to do with the vouchers. It turned out that I was right.
She reached into her back pocket, pulled out one of the envelopes, and handed it to me.
“Is there any way I can get out of this one. I mean is it important to you. There isn't much that I won't do for you Jack. I'm open to pretty much anything, but I don't know if I can do this.”
I opened it and looked, even though I was sure I knew which it was.
“But Shay. It's actually my favorite out of all of them,” I informed her.
Her head slumped. “I was afraid of that. I don't mind you seeing me Jack. I know how beautiful you think I am, but to me I'm just not.” Tears were forming in her eyes, and for me seeing such a strong and vibrant woman cry was breaking my heart.
I brought her in close and hugged her tight. After a second she wrapped her arms around me.
“I'm sorry Jack. I just can't. I want to make you happy, but please don't make me do that.”
The tears turned into sobs, and she cried hard against my shoulder. I knew from experience that the tears were real, that when she said that she would do anything for me she really meant it. She was without a doubt my woman. I could literally ask her for anything and if she was capable of it she'd kill herself trying to do it. If she was saying no she had a good reason.
“Forget it okay Shay. I know you well enough to know that I was asking too much. I'm sorry.”
She wiped her tears. “I'll give up two of mine okay. Whichever two you want.”
I laughed. “The chores one?”
“Done,” she said. “And one more too.”
“The other ones aren't that bad.”
“You should have just gave that one to Shy,” She said pointing at the envelope. “She'd pry love it.”
“Well hell,” I said jokingly. “Let me write her name on it.”
Shay smacked me playfully. “God you perv.”
Then she thought for a second.
“Shy,” she yelled. “Come here for a minute.”
Shay gave me her I definitely would look. I'd seen it a thousand times before, and I knew she would. I didn't argue. There was just too much blood in my groin for that.
Shy came bounding to our room. She was wearing her earphones again and her ipod was back in her hand just like the day when she wore the shorts.
“I was dancing for T. and Cher Cher, in my new outfit,” she informed us with a smile.
Shay gave me her I told you so look, and shrugged.
“Your dad and I played a little game for Christmas this year. We gave each other these vouchers. They were promises to each other that the other one can't refuse kind of thing. Your dad gave me one that I can't do, but he won't let me out of it.”
“Okay?” Shy said in a give me more kind of way.
“He won't let me out of it... Unless I can find someone else to do it for me.”
I liked where it was going even though it made me the bad guy. I knew that Shy would think that I said it because I wanted her to do it for me, and I was perfectly okay with that.
I handed Shy the envelope and she read it. Her face blushed when she saw it, but she smiled at the same time.
She looked at her mom, and then at me.
“You guys want me to do it?” It sounded like she thought we were joking.
“I told you she wouldn't do it,” Shay said, reaching for the envelope.
“I didn't say that,” she said pulling it back.
“You guys really want me to dress like a slut and go out in public though?”
“And you have to do whatever your dad says the whole time your out too. That's part of the deal. No matter what he wants you have to do it.”