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he was going to turn out the same, but of all my kids, this fucking kid got all of me in her. It was going to be fun to see what the female genes did with that shit.
    I know one thing was for sure; she’s going to give Kat a run for her fucking money. Serve her sneaky ass right, I should really let Marnie loose on her ass. She has no idea just how much like me Catalina really is, but Elena does, that’s why she’s always trying to hide from my kid when she’s up to her shit.
    She sighed in her sleep and rolled over, and I wondered what the fuck she was plotting in her dreams. As I left her room I said a silent prayer as I looked back over my shoulder at her sleeping form. Please let me keep them safe. It was the same prayer I said every morning when I woke and the last thing at night.
    Things had been beyond anything I could’ve imagined these last few years. There was no danger lurking around the corner, no one was fucking with me and mine, and Kat and I were doing a pretty good job at raising decent well-rounded kids that any parent could be proud of.
    The only thing fucking with me these days is Todd the teenage fuck, we have a love hate relationship. The fucked up thing about it is that I really do like the kid, in fact if he wasn’t sniffing around my little girl, he’s just the kind of kid I’d want my boys to be around. Fucking kid had a good head on his shoulders, was polite and smart as fuck.
    Kat and Elena loved the fuck outta him, and he looked at my little girl like she hung the moon. That’s what the fuck scared me. The kid is so fucking solid, how do I stop him and my daughter from crossing the line way before it was the right time for that shit?
    Caitie Bear follows him around like he’s her fucking lifeline. Kat says I’m jealous and though I’m man enough to admit that I don’t like my daughter’s affections being splurged on some little punk, there was more to it than that. She was too fucking young, a few months away from sixteen. Fuck, sixteen, I remember those years.
    The other one was sitting up in bed with a pout on her face when I made it back to the master bedroom, following me with her eyes and shit like she wanted to fight. She’s so fucking cute that even when she’s working my nerves like a sore tooth I can’t get away from that burning feeling of love that she brings to my heart.
    “What did you do?”
    “Nothing yet, she’s asleep. Now you listen to me, I’ve been trying not to lose my shit around here with you and your damn kids, but this is the fucking limit. I don’t give a fuck what your mother let you do when you were fifteen, but my fucking kid is not going to anybody’s house for the fucking holidays. I don’t even let your ass go anywhere what the fuck! And don’t roll your eyes at me.”
    “I’m not…”
    “Yeah, you are; you had to know that shit wasn’t going to fly, but like everything else, you thought your ass could hoodwink me with the pussy. Now see where that shit got you?”
    I pulled off my clothes, walked through to the other room to kiss my son goodnight and went to take a quick shower before going back to her. She was still sitting there working up a head of steam, stubborn fuck.
    I climbed in bed and dragged her stubborn ass into my arms. She tried playing the stiff role, but a couple fingers in her pussy soon took care of that.
    “You want a holiday ass whipping you keep your shit up Kat.” I stroked her pussy a couple times before holding my fingers still inside her.
    She tried to keep her movements, those little grinds into my hand quiet, but she wasn’t fooling me. I grinned down at her after turning her onto her back. Biting into her jaw I pushed her legs open with my hips and settled in before sliding my cock home.
    “Did I ever tell you how fucking tight your pussy is when you’re mad? Nothing like it.” Lifting her ass in my hands I fucked into her deep, making sure to catch her clit with the ridge of my cock.
    She was pissed, but