A Father’s Struggle 37 – Cryogenics (fiction, family, bond, m/f, con, torture, exhib, teasing, Spying)

I’m glad last night happened.

Granted **A LOT** happened last night.  Things like these girls can’t be trusted with a secret like my obvious wanting to take them to bed without them running to my daughter’s for protection.

Then my **Sweet** and **Shocker** bookworm daughter pointed out the fact that **ALL** the girl’s essentially broke the rules by giving me ***their*** number meant that **they** gave free range for me to go after them.

Yeah Abby shocked all the girl’s and made them think that it was only a matter of time before I came a calling.

Even Mackenzie, or Savanna, I couldn’t tell **which** of my daughter’s said it but they told Reagan that she was essentially **fucked**.  Or was it Natalie?  

No, pretty sure it was Reagan.

Either way it definitely made me smile.

Then during my down time I thought of a *possible* way to get my daughter’s to *agree* to me having fun with their ‘*friends*’ and I *think* I can get **most** of them to essentially *let* me have a go at their friend.  The only outliners that were my **biggest** obstacles were Nicole and *maybe* Mackenzie.

So I went searching the internet.

And I think I have a solution.

Just need to go speak to them and see if we can get any *results*.

I was about to make some calls to start that process but I was interrupted when Nicole told me that dinner was done.

I came out thinking I was going to have dinner with ALL my girl’s but after Reagan ruined my plans she also ruined my dinner as most of them hoarded the table not giving me a spot to sit and eat.

Then Abby reminded me of our little father/daughter time and suggested we eat in my room as we watch anime together.  Seeing how I didn’t have a seat, I thought that was a **fantastic** idea.

It definitely would help take my mind off some *stuff* as it seems lately I was gung-ho about finding my *spy(s)* lately and not really spending time with my family.

So this was a perfect time to resume a normal pace and I welcomed the offer.

Then Abby essentially asked me about my relationship with Lola and **WHY** I was going after Reagan if I had Lola….and her daughter.

That was a *fun* topic.

See my sarcasm there.

If you think it’s *weird* talking to your children about sec.  Trust me it’s **weirder** talking about your relationship with anyone and vice versa.  And I was talking to **my daughter** about **MY** relationship…..*weird* was a **HUGE** understatement.

And my current relationship was **WEIRD**.

I mean how do you tell a girl, your daughter no less, that not only are you in a relationship but you’re in a relationship that **allows** you to pursue other partners.

Trust me it’s weird even for me as up until this point I had always been the monogamous person always being in a relationship with one person and one person **only**.

But **now** I have not **ONE** but **TWO** ‘*partners*’, and I’m using that term *partner* very very loosely, **AND** because of **their** lifestyle I’m **allowed** to pursue other individuals…..I think.

So *somehow* I fell into a very weird, and very beneficial, open/poly lifestyle.  Though I wasn’t **entirely** sure **if** I was in an open/poly lifestyle or not.  For all I **knew** I was in a shared relationship with Lola and Maxine **ONLY**.  Still need to confirm that with Lola and Maxine but for now I’ll *assume* that I am in an open relationship.

The conversation was so weird I would have rather done a **million** other things than explain **my** relationship to **my** bookworm, obviously curious, **daughter**.  Other things like….maybe taking a ball peen hammer and re-enacting a torture scene from a movie….on myself as I bash my feet before moving onto my own knee caps.  Or stick pissed off bees up my rectum and let them sting my insides.

Anything was better than talking to my *daughter* about my *weird ass **relationship***.

But somehow I persevered.

Somehow….I still don’t know how.

I know Abby was asking me about my relationship for a reason….why I have **NO** idea.  I mean she’s not **stupid**, as witnessed from her pointing out to all the ‘*friends*’ who had given me their phone numbers on their undies that they are currently saying was a practical joke that they had all given me free reign to pursue them.

I’m sure she had a **reason** why she was asking me these questions though I was clueless as to **HER** reasoning.  Still I had answered her questions and hopefully helped her understand my *predicament*.

Then we watched an anime with an ironic title to currently describe my situation…..a ‘*My Sister’s Don’t Know I’m a Pervert*’.

Which by the way was **NOTHING** like the title suggested.

If anything, if I understood the show, the main character was this homeless kid down on his luck and through a series of mishaps he somehow gets a job as a ‘Male Maid’ for a house full of girl’s (don’t ask me about ages of all the character’s I have no idea as the title’s for their names ages and professions were in Japanese that somehow didn’t get translated over), eight of them to be specific.  They somehow find out he’s homeless as he was a runaway and an accident made him forget his family so they adopted him as a brother making them his sister’s and he lives full time in the house.

And before I fell asleep I had watched the main character *accidentally* walk in on one of his ‘*sister’s’ while she was bathing….if you want to call using the shower head as a masturbatory device as bathing.

The show was SO WEIRD and I really couldn’t get into the show.  The only thing I could get behind was all the comedy as the main character seemed to have **THE** worst luck as all these unfortunate events kept happening while the show seemed to be more hentai than anime but was considered anime.  

I only know that because Abby told me it’s a weird genre called Hanime.  The anime dances along the line of hentai as it tip toes on that barrier but never crosses it as the character never has sex.  It’s just innuendo and smoke and mirrors.  Or the anime **hints** at sex is happening but never shows the act as it always shows the before and after never the during.

I just nodded and pretended to listen as I really didn’t care.

The only thing that mattered was that Abby was getting into the show and that we were having father/daughter time.  So me asking questions and *pretending* to be interested was only points in my favor.

I looked over a couple of times at Abby to see she was enjoying it which caused her to look at me and I smiled and gave her a fake thumbs up as if saying *this show is awesome*.

My only accomplishment in watching the show was that I was able to stay awake after six or seven episodes.  After that I pretty much fell asleep because it couldn’t hold my attention.

Besides after the fourth or fifth *accidental* ‘walk in’ on the girl’s and nothing happening I was pretty much done.

Last thing I remembered was Abby laughing hysterically at the main character *accidentally* doing something….I assume it was another *accidental* walk in but I was too deep in slipping to sleep to actually care.

I went to sleep on top of my bed not really going under the covers as I had on clothes that kept me warm.  And Abby didn’t cover me as she probably went to sleep as well.

I awoke thinking that I was back in normalcy and stretched thinking it was nice having that father/daughter time.  It was a welcome bliss as it felt normal again, something that I hadn’t experienced in a **LONG TIME**.

All for about five point two seconds I thought that.

I woke up.  Smiled at the feeling of returned normalcy.

Then I looked over to see my bookworm….in her onesie……unzipped……and a breast hanging out.

*GULP*

One look at my bookworm daughter’s almost perfect tit hanging out caused my eyes to bulge.  My mouth to water.  And a certain appendage on me to stand….more than it was standing already.

*Yeah* I bolted out of bed and hightailed it to my bathroom before locking the door.

I slowly backed away from the door and looked around at my surroundings as I mumbled incoherently ‘*This isn’t right Max.  You did **not** just see your daughter’s **fucking** breast and actually **THINK** it looked **PERFECT!!!***

I looked down and growled at the hardened appendage ‘*I’ll fucking teach you!*’

And without another word I stripped down to nothing and stepped into my shower as I turned on my shower selecting ALL spouts and fixtures in the space to turn on at the highest pressure setting at the **coldest** setting it allowed.

Within seconds blasts of freezing water shot out at every direction blasting my body with water fresh from an iceberg.

That did the trick as it shocked my system so well that my dick instantly said ‘**FUCK THIS!!!** and shot into my body with the force of a battering ram while I shrieked like a little school girl who had just seen a spider.

I refrained from the urge to run away and forced myself to stand in the subarctic water’s that were spraying on me hoping that any lustful thoughts of my daughter and her boobs would shrivel and die until I was shivering and turning blue.

Eventually I turned off the water as I effectively turned myself into a human popsicle not wanting to stand in the arctic water any longer for fear that I might *accidentally* discover cryogenics and put myself into a cryogenic coma and would remain that way until science figures out how to wake me…..or until someone turns on the hot water.

I stepped out shivering so bad my teeth were chattering and I’m sure certain parts of my body were completely blue.

I probably looked like a life sized Ken Doll as any resemblance of male genitalia was missing at the moment as those important parts had went into hiding until it was warmer.  Pretty sure my dick was still giving me the finger for trying to freeze it off.

At least it did the trick as I no longer had any lustful thoughts of my daughter.

I dried myself off and composed myself before I opened the door to check on Abby and saw that she was still lightly sleeping.

Good.

I tiptoed into my closet and put on clothes to help warm me up.  I quickly got dressed and I tiptoed up to the bed to check on Abby to make sure she was sleeping without checking on the flesh hanging out then I grabbed my cell phone and without another word I tiptoed out of my room letting Abby sleep.

I walked down the hall as I walked towards the main part of the house and bee lined into my man cave hoping I didn’t run into any of my daughter’s….or their ‘*friends*’ not really trusting myself at the moment after seeing one alluring body part.

Happy I didn’t run into any one. I made it into my man cave and sat down to re-think the night’s events.

Or at least I tried.  I took one look at my phone and was pleasantly surprised to see I had texts….from Lola….and Maxine.

I opened the texts and had a smile on my face to see that the last bit of their client load would be done tonight and would be free tomorrow as they **both** wanted to know if I was free for some ‘*fun time*’ tomorrow.

I smiled and instantly replied that I would love some ‘*fun time*’ tomorrow.

I watched my text go out and was surprised that Maxine was already replying back in which she replied ‘*Good.  Looking forward to our special time*’ and followed it up with a selfie in front of the mirror….clothes less.  

I smiled at seeing Maxine’s body.

I put the phone down and remembered that I needed to do some research….and check on my security system to see if it was done with all of its ‘*updates*’ so I could resume my *hunt*.

I put my laptop into my lap and quickly logged into the system and instantly blinked in astonishment.

It had updated as there was a metric fuck ton of updates.

It was time to do some snooping.

I thought to myself *Which video should I start on first?*.

I navigated and blinked as there was a *flagged* video from last night….in my room.

I instantly thought *I didn’t do anything last night so **why** is there a video **flagged**?*

Maybe the system flagged the video because Abby was in my room.  I mean we did sleep in the same bed though both of us were clothed….except when I woke this morning as she was semi exposed.

But why was there more than one tag on the flagged video?  There were the following tags on the video: SF-01-02, SF-01-03, SM-01-01, SF-03, and SF-04-01.

What did each tag mean?

Which tag was for her exposed body?  And what did the other’s mean?

Only one way to find out.

I clicked play and watched.

It wasn’t long before my jaw hung open as I immediately made a mental note *Memorize the id’s*.

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