My wife, Clodagh is away for the weekend so it’s just supposed to be me and Aoife, my sixteen-year-old daughter sharing pizza and popcorn and watching something silly on Netflix. “Hi Mammy, is it ok if Katie comes over tonight?” I look up from my phone, distracted. Work is hell just now and I’ve seven different things on my mind. “Yeah, sure,” I reply, not really paying attention. Not that it matters, Katie has been in an...

I come down for breakfast the next morning and find Katie and Aoife already at the breakfast bar, munching their way through the crunchy nut cornflakes. Katie blushes and smiles sheepishly, watching me over the top of the cereal box. Images of last night flood my mind as I lick my lips instinctively, imagining I can still taste her flavour on my tongue. She’s wearing the same pair of too-tight pyjamas, the ones I had stri...

I wait for Katie to join me; to come downstairs on some pretext or other but she doesn't show. Aoife’s bedroom door is firmly shut when I come upstairs for bed and though I lie awake for hours, I don't hear Katie sneaking out of bed. Sunday morning comes and part of me is relieved and part is disappointed. Clodagh will be home today. Katie needs to go home and this affair will become like a dream and I’ll wonder if it rea...

I lie with Katie in the middle of the bed, her red hair splayed out on the white cotton sheets. Her pink nipples are hard and her curls are damp and smeared with our combined juices. I gaze into her big green eyes and smile at her. I lean in and brush her mouth with my lips. “Oh, Mammy,” she whimpers. “You’re such a good girl,” I whisper. “Am I, Mammy?” she beams with happiness as we snuggle. My fingers idly stroke her hi...

Eventually, I go downstairs. Clodagh is watching yet another crappy reality show... Married at First Sight Australia or something. I slip onto the sofa beside her, resting my head against her shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my finger drawing a pattern on her thigh. She doesn’t say anything for a moment and I worry she’s really pissed off with me before she turns and smiles. She kisses the top of my head and laughs. “You...

I stand at the top of the stairs, watching Katie as she picks up her bag and slams the front door behind her. I worry that I’ve gone too far. An icy chill styles over me as I begin to imagine Katie running to Aoife, sobbing openly as she describes how I tied her to the bed and fucked her ass with a strap-on dildo. By the time Aoife and Clodagh come bursting in the door in time for tea, I’ve worked myself up into a paranoi...

I spend all day Tuesday waiting for a ring of the doorbell, but nothing. No redheaded teenage temptress darkens my door. I can’t decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Aoife has become a bit more outgoing and has dinner with us. I attempt to find out who the boy is but am shot down every time. By the time Friday comes around, I’m bracing myself for another confrontation but she doesn’t even ask if she can go out. S...

Katie doesn’t call around on Tuesday. I spend the whole day on edge and get nothing done. Friday morning, I watch Clodagh pack her weekend bag and give her a long, languid kiss at the front door before she heads to work. She’ll go straight from work to the train station and catch the train to Dublin to be ready for the conference on Saturday morning. By the time I come in from work on Friday afternoon, Aoife and Katie are...

I remain frozen on the bed, maybe slightly confused as to why Clodagh hung up so soon but I’m drinking in the teenage perfection of the redheaded temptress standing naked in the doorway. When she crawls onto the bed and runs her tongue up my leg from ankle to inner thigh, I forget all about Clodagh’s strange behaviour and lie back to luxuriate as Katie’s tongue sends pulse after pulse of pleasure direct to my core. Eventu...