“It won’t be like this forever, son,” I say. “Gavin and Owen will be old enough soon.”
“I know, Daddy.” He gives me another lopsided smile and I release him, turning to open the door into the house.
The kitchen is perfect, and I really only check it now for consistency. Routines help everyone to understand their place, their responsibilities, which means mistakes happen less often.
“Good job, everyone. I hope you sleep well,” I say, dismissing them with a smile before I add, “Moira, stay and talk to me.”
I catch the flicker of disappointment on Xoe and Heather’s faces, but they don’t say anything as they head to bed. Casey pulls Sierra to the side before the hall, and I’m soothed by the bright smile on her face. It’s not her fault that she can’t get pregnant, but after all this time I’m pretty confident there’s something wrong inside her. Casey and I have both shown her our love again and again… but it just hasn’t worked.
Someday we’ll have to have that conversation, but not now. She’s sensitive, similar to Cleo, and I’ll let her hold out hope for a while longer.
“Is everything okay, Daddy?” Moira asks, pulling my attention back to her. One of her dimples appears on her cheek as she smiles at me, and I return it so she knows she’s not in trouble.
“Yes, darling. I just wanted you to join me in my room tonight.” Reaching for her hand, I squeeze it firmly. “Don’t worry about your brother though, I asked Casey to share his bed with Sierra instead.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she answers, and I love the way she squeezes my hand back, already taking a step toward my room like a good girl.
“I’m sorry it’s been so long since you’ve shared my bed,” I add as I take the lead.
“It’s okay, Daddy.” Moira shrugs a little as we turn down the hall and go into my room. I close the door and lean against the wall to watch her undress. Socks, pants, shirt, underwear, all folded beside the door.
“You haven’t felt unloved, have you?” I ask, reaching over to trace my fingers over the round of her breast. They’re swollen since she’s still nursing Weston, and it’s something I love to watch.
“No, Daddy!” She reaches up to touch my arm, sincerity burning in her blue eyes. “Never! I know that you love us all equally, and I know that Heather needs to feel your love more often than me. She gets… unsure sometimes, and I never want her to feel that way.”
Really?
“Heather spends a lot of time in my bed,” I answer, putting a chastising edge to my tone. “She knows that she can’t expect to be with me every day, just like Xoe can’t.”
“She knows, Daddy. She just gets sad sometimes, and you always make her happy again.”
“Do I make you happy, Moira?” I ask, pulling her over to the bed, and I love the pink that rises into her cheeks.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good,” I reply, feeling my grin spread as I nudge her onto the sheets and she lays down on her back, knees apart. “You’re such a good girl, Moira, I’d never want you to feel left out, or unloved, or unhappy.”
“I don’t, Daddy. I promise.” Her chest starts to rise and fall faster as I slide my hands over her thighs, pushing them farther apart.
“That makes me very happy to hear,” I say, just before I lean forward to trace my tongue through her folds. Each of my girls tastes a little different, but they all remind me of Ella. So pure and all mine.
When she starts to make those soft sounds, I focus on her clit, flicking it with my tongue until my quiet girl finally starts to be more vocal. Moving two fingers inside gets a moan, and I concentrate on making her come. She deserves to feel good, she’s earned this attention from me, and I can only hope that I’ve taught Casey well enough to provide this for the girls. And since Gavin and Owen share a room with him, I hope he’s passing it along. Teaching them their responsibilities to their family while he shares his love with Sierra.
“Daddy!” Moira cries out, and I feel her pussy grasping at my fingers as her wetness surges. I’m grinning when I stand up, licking my fingers clean of her taste, because that might have been loud enough to be heard through the walls.
“You’re being a very good girl tonight, Moira,” I praise, watching her pant and squirm on the bed as I remove my clothes.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she replies breathily, and I love the way she reaches between her thighs to touch herself. Making sure she’s ready for me. Moira deserves more of my attention, more of my time… after all, she’s the only one of my living daughters besides Xoe to have given me a son, and our family will need more sons if we want to grow.
There will come a day when I won’t be able to share my love, when it will be my time to go in the ground, and I want the Greene family to be prepared to continue on.
Putting another son in Moira is a good way to help that along.
“I should be thanking you, sweetheart,” I say as I climb onto the bed. “That was beautiful, and I’m going to show you just how thankful I am.”
Sixteen
Richter
I wake up the next morning feeling indifferent. I had a lot of anger, and even more sadness swelling inside me when I left Bryden’s home.
Anger that he treated me like a child, even though I probably deserved it. Sadness that Cleo didn’t recognize me right away… and because of the stark difference in how he’s raised his children as opposed to Dad’s
