A couple days later, At around 3:00 in the morning, Tracey was on the couch in the living room watching TV quietly with a bowl of popcorn. Unable to fall asleep all night once again, she finally began to drift off to sleep.
"Ay, Trace. Whassup, girl?" Franklin greeted Tracey with a smirk as he looked down at her. Tracey opened her eyes and looked around, realising that she was on a king-size bed, before looking back up to see Franklin sitting on the edge of the bed smiling at her. As Franklin rubbed her leg, Tracey came to her senses.
"F-Franklin? Wh..." Tracey stuttered, looking around the bedroom, seeing many photos of the two together in love-heart photo frames - some of which had two children in them. As if by chance, those same biracial children - a boy and a younger girl - came into the room with open arms and hopped onto the bed with her.
"Mommy!" They shouted excitedly. Tracey's eyes opened wider than they'd ever done as she'd come to realise what was happening, when she directed her eyes to Franklin's warm gaze.
"Tracey, come on, baby, wake up. Your kids wanna play wit'chu, girl, wake up. Hey, Tracey, wake up!"
"Tracey - wake up!" Amanda boomed louder. Tracey's eyes fluttered open, but when she saw her mother, they jolted wide open.
"Ah! Ah!" Tracey shrieked as she bolted upright, startling Amanda."Wh- wh- where- what the fuck!"
"Whoa, Trace, calm down!" Amanda tried to soothe her alarmed daughter, now becoming quite alarmed herself. Tracey looked around the living room and realised that she had still been asleep on the couch.
"Mom! I..." Tracey then hugged Amanda out of desperation.
"Hey, what's wrong, sweetie?... Bad dream?" Amanda asked more tenderly than even she'd expected.
"I... Yeah." Tracey then pulled back and looked her mother in the face. "It was... Oh God, I'm messed up."
Amanda smirked curiously. "What've you done now? Nothing that can't be fixed, I'm sure."
"I... Nothing." Tracey attempted to brush it off. "What time is it?"
"Just after seven in the morning." Amanda answered. "How come you slept down here?"
"Huh...? Oh, I... couldn't sleep."
"And so you decided to watch TV before passing out here?"
"What? How'd you know?" Tracey asked.
"The TV was on and I just cleaned up the dropped popcorn bowl." Amanda explained.
"Oh... Oops." Tracey replied with a shy smirk, making Amanda roll her eyes and smirk back at her.
"Don't worry, there wasn't much popcorn left." Amanda then tussled Tracey's hair playfully. "You silly girl."
Amanda then turned around and walked to the back door. "Uh- Mom?" Amanda then turned back to face her with an awaiting expression. "Where're Dad and Jimmy?"
"In their rooms. Why?" Amanda responded.
Tracey looked around nervously. "Look... don't tell anyone, but... Okay, so ya know... boys, right?"
"Yeeeesss?..."
"Well... I've liked a lotta boys, but... there's one that... I like, but... different to the other ones, who just wanna bang me as soon as they meet me, but this one's still cute, but more like a..." Tracey thought, making Amanda's eyebrow raise higher. "A gentleman! That's the word!... Ya get me?"
Amanda just stood there in silence for a sec. "... Is it Franklin?" Tracey's eyes widened out of embarrassment, and Amanda rolled her eyes in a casual manner.
"What- shut up- I-! Urgh..." Tracey submitted. "I think I'm in love."
This time, it was Amanda's turn to go wide-eyed. "Jesus, Trace. I knew you liked him - hell, even I like him a bit; don't tell anyone I said that - but I didn't think it was so serious, sweetie." Amanda replied casually. "Well... maybe you should... ask him out?"
Tracey put her hands on her hips and faced her head slightly down whilst giving Amanda a look that said 'Are you serious...'
"Well... okay, maybe you could do what I did; dress skimpy and show yourself off." Amanda suggested. "That was a joke, by the way... I dunno, just see what happens - it'll work out." Amanda then gave Tracey one final smile before leaving to do her yoga out back.
Ten hours later, a couple of hours on the internet in her room, Tracey got into her bikini and went downstairs and headed out back, when she was surprised to see Michael and Franklin in the small section of the pool with a few beers.
"Hey, Trace!" Michael called over as he raised his bottle.
"Ay, Tracey, how ya doin'?" Franklin greeted in a friendly manner.
"Oh, hey. What're you both doin' here?" Tracey gradually asked, trying to avoid staring at Franklin's bare chest.
Michael shrugged casually. "Just chillin' in the pool."
"Well, I'm just gonna be sunbathing for a bit." Tracey informed as she walked over to one of the sunbeds.
"Okie dokie." Michael said after swigging some of his beer. "So, as I was saying..."
As Michael and Franklin conversed, Tracey couldn't help but notice and appreciate Franklin's pecks and abs. It was at this moment that Tracey had fully accepted and embraced the fact that she was fully sexually attracted to her father's young friend. As soon as she put on her sunglasses, Tracey began to slowly lather herself in sun cream. As she'd planned, Franklin looked at her as she did this, but she also understood that he didn't stare too much, what with Michael being right next to him. A minute afterwards, Tracey laid on her back on the sunbed, secretly looking at Franklin through her sunglasses.
Half an hour later, Franklin headed home; Tracey immediately went up to her room to masturbate. Though she didn't want to waste the opportunity, so she got out her camcorder and recorded the whole thing.
Meanwhile, Jimmy was on his computer in his room, chatting to someone using Lifeinvader. 'Oh man, that actually sounds just like my dad, he always used to do stuff like that, but he retired from it recently.'
Niko then replied. 'I don't know how someone could do that as a career. It was hard enough just to do even one job like that. All the planning, and perfection in execution necessary, really gives you the jitters, you know?'
Later, as Franklin got home, he texted Michael. 'Hey man, how bout I throw a party at my place soon? Bring the crew round and celebrate just for the sake of it? - F'
Michael responded to this suggestion with enthusiasm. 'Hey that sounds good, F, lemme know when. - M'
