“I’ll stay with him in my old room,” she said happily. I waggled my eyebrows at Blaire, and she grinned, knowing exactly what I was thinking. A kid-free night? We could be as loud as we wanted.

Blaire went up and changed out of her work clothes, and we all piled up on the couch together with me in the middle. I draped an arm around each of my girls as we watched Frozen for the umpteenth time. When Carrie was engrossed in the movie, I tried to sneak a kiss from her mother but got called out. “No smooching during the movie, Daddy.”

“Little cockblocker,” I mouthed at Blaire, making her cover her mouth to stifle her laughter. She got cold, as she always did when we watched movies, and wrapped up in a large blanket. I took that opportunity to slide my hand under the blanket and rest it just above her knee.

She cut her eyes at me, but I just smiled serenely, never taking my eyes off the screen, even as my fingers began to rub lightly against the silky skin of her thigh. I moved my hand up about an inch and drew little patterns there with my fingertips. Then a couple more inches until I could see Blaire biting her bottom lip out of the corner of my eye.

I moved my hand slowly all the way up, stroking two fingers softly between Blaire’s legs over her pajama bottoms. I did that the entire second half of the movie, and I could feel the heat and wetness all the way through her clothes.

“Daddy, can you carry me upstairs?” Carrie asked sleepily when the movie was over.

“Of course, sugar,” I said, standing and picking her up. I took her to her room and tucked her in. Within about two minutes of story reading, she was out like a light.

I closed her door and crept back down the stairs to find Blaire still covered with the blanket. I pushed her to lie on the couch before I crawled on top of her and covered us both with the blanket from head to toe. “What are you doing, Axel?”

“I’m making a blanket fort so no one can see us.” I pushed up her shirt and traced around her nipples with my tongue.

She giggled. “This is a terrible blanket fort. You’re supposed to use chairs and pillows and stuff, not just your body.”

“This is an excellent fort,” I argued. “It has… a special feature.”

“Do I even have to guess what that is?”

“Well, it’s long and hard and semi-happy,”

“Only semi-happy? Your ‘feature’ seems pretty damned happy to me,” she said, lifting her hips and grinding against my erection.

I sucked my way up Blaire’s neck and growled, “It would be happier if it got to enter the pussy fort.”