If you were still young this would likely be a day of lazily lounging around; avoiding your sisters for fear of being used like a toy. But you were a man; a grown man married with children; like it or not you were going to have to spend the day doing things. Thankfully your size ruled out most physical chores, but that simply meant you had to make up for it twice over in the emotional department. Dealing with any issue anyone in the house had was your job; like it or not. But maybe you could get lucky...
"I think you should spend the day with Ingrid honey."
"Fuck" Then again, maybe not. "She's a big girl; I don't think she needs it."
Rachael looked concerned, "I think she's jealous, since you spent all of last weekend with Morgan."
"She threw me in her shoe!! I was trapped underfoot for three days!" Rachael giggled, "And she's getting punished for yet another of her "Pranks", but I'd think you'd be used to that by now. Remember?"
"Don't remind me." You groaned. Highschool was....interesting. A bunch of confused experimental teens and a near microscopic boy...not the best pairing. And oddly enough over half of the stuff they did involved their feet...weird...maybe some association with bugs and feet or something. You just knew it wasn't natural for some girl to, out of the blue, ask for Foot Worship, but you've seen it happen multiple times. But thankfully; Ingrid was the better of your daughters...granted ever since this whole "Goth" stuff started she's been rougher, she still didn't play with you... too much.
You realized Rachael was awaiting an answer and you looked at her, "Sure, could ya give me a lift?" Rachael did, right to her lips. One intoxicating kiss later you found yourself in Ingrid's room, man your wife could multi-task! With a wink she left; you being in too much of a lovey daze to really notice anything else for a moment.
Right beside the dresser you were on sat a bed, on the bed sat your lovely daughter Ingrid. Ingrid was a beautiful girl, more than any guy deserved in your opinion, but since she entered this phase....it's been looking like she's been dressing the wrong way. Slightly revealing tight black outfits, lots of leather...it was worriesome. But that was why you were there; Dad to the rescue.
"Hey there honey...you okay?" At that moment a paranoia came to mind, Rachael... did tell Ingrid you were there...right? Ingrid wasn't a fan of surprised, and given the increased rough housing, her apparent jealousy, and hatred of surprised. If she found you....things might not look too good. And that didn't even come close to approaching the fact that if she didn't know you were there....even the slightest breath could spell certain doom.
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