I was sitting in my lounger, halfway through a six-pack of beer, watching the end of the eighth inning, when I heard a chorus of heels above me. I couldn't hear a thing Vin was saying as the girls marched down the stairs, all laughing and talking loudly. I knew they would all be dressed extremely slutty, as they were going to a party, and I made sure not to look over. I've known most of my daughter's friends since they were little, and it still feels wrong to look at them as young women, even though they're all in college now.
"Bye daddy," Kelly said, and I reluctantly looked over. As I had expected, she and her three friends were all dressed in very revealing clothing. I made sure not to look at my daughter's tits, but I couldn't help stealing a quick glance at her friend Samantha's. Kelly had met her in college, so it didn't feel as wrong to look at her. "We're going to be out pretty late," Kelly finished.
"Who's driving?" I asked in my fatherly tone.
"We're getting an uber," Kelly answered with a smile.
"Good," I said and sat back. "You girls make sure to look after each other, frat boys can be pretty awful sometimes."
"We know daddy, we will," Kelly sighed.
"Hey, where's Brooke?" I asked, noticing my daughter's best friend wasn't with them.
"Ugh, she's late again," Kelly said angrily, "and we're not waiting this time. I called her like ten times and texted her that we're leaving, so if she happens to show up, you can tell her we left without her."
"Uh, ok," I said, not wanting to go anywhere near that. "Have fun girls, and be safe."
"Yes Mr. Parker," the girls chanted in unison, and I laughed. Their heels made a thunderous noise once again as they walked out, and then I had blissful quiet. About twenty minutes later, as I was finishing off another beer, and watching Kershaw try to finish out the game with a runner on, the doorbell rang. I sighed in frustration and popped my legs down. I tried to wait for the next pitch, but Kershaw was stalling, and the bell rang again. I got up and hurried to the door.
I opened the door, hoping it would just be a package, but as I had feared, it was Brooke. She was dressed much like the others, and I had to force my eyes to stay up.
"Hi Mr. Parker," she said happily. "Are Kelly and the girls still here?"
"Sorry Brooke," I said. "They left a little while ago. Kelly seemed a little ticked off, just a heads up."
"Ugh, I know," Brooke sighed, looking defeated. "My sister and I were out earlier, and I was at her place, and then my phone died, and I had to wait for her to give me a ride."
"I get it," I said, trying to sound understanding, but really just wanting to go watch my game. "If you need to use the phone though that isn't a problem at all. You can call Jenn if you want," I said, hoping she would call her sister and get a ride.
"There's no point," Brooke sighed. "She's going on a date with her boyfriend, there's no chance she'll turn around for me now, she's already late too."
"Ok, well, why don't you come in and we can call you an uber," I said, and invited her in. "The girls said that's what they're doing anyway."
"Thanks Mr. Parker," Brooke smiled, and walked in. "I'm sorry for barging in on you like this."
"Oh, it's no problem," I said, and got back to the TV to see it had gone to commercials. "Besides, it's not your fault. Feel free to have a seat while you wait."
"Thanks Mr. Parker," she said, and sat down on the couch. "You wouldn't happen to have a phone charger, would you?"
"Oh ya, sure," I said, and went and got one. I handed it to her, and she slid over on the couch to where she knew the outlet was. As she leaned over to plug it in, her dress went up her leg, and I got a very good look at much more than I should have. I got a quick glimpse of her perfectly round ass, and her tiny little black thong. I was in the middle of taking a sip of beer when it happened, and the beer went down the wrong tube. I started coughing loudly, and Brooke turned around.
"You ok Mr. Parker?" She asked, looking at me with a little smirk.
"Ya," I coughed, "wrong tube." She nodded and went down to her phone. She started typing away on the phone, and I looked up to see the game in the tenth inning. I sat back and watched, and tried to forget what I had just seen. My brain was having a full-blown civil war, and I could barely concentrate.
Kelly and Brooke had become friends in the second grade, and had been best friends since the third grade. Brooke had spent so many nights at our house over the years that it felt like she was a part of the household. I had always known that both girls were pretty, and would be beautiful one day. It was much easier when they were just pretty. It got weird as they started growing into young women. Brooke went from being a pretty little girl, to a hot young girl, which I wasn't supposed to think, but still did. I always made sure not to look at them, no matter what they looked like, but it only got harder as they got older.
At some point their bodies started developing, which was weird for me, but then they really started developing. I had always thought that my ex wife's c cup breasts were big, but by the time they finished high school, both Brooke and Kelly had bigger tits than her. Once they were eighteen, it was much harder to convince myself not to look, and I failed much more frequently.
I finally took the time to admire what I had spent years trying not to see. It wasn't my daughter after all. I knew Kelly was stunningly beautiful, but we have a healthy relationship, and I don't look at her that way. Brooke on the other hand, makes me just about as horny as anyone could.
I couldn't help but look over at her as she looked down at her phone. She had makeup on, and she looked absolutely stunning. Her long black hair was done up in a very sexy way that fell over her shoulder. She had eyeliner on that really highlighted her stunning green eyes. I had watched as those eyes went from cute, to pretty, to hot, to utterly sexy, over many years. She had red lipstick on, and I noticed, not for the first time, just how luscious her lips were. My eyes went down, seeing her sexy low-cut black shirt, which showed off a very nice black bra underneath. Her tits pushed the shirt out so much that the bottom of her tight stomach was visible. Then came the perfect ass I had just seen, now hidden by a short black skirt, and then the legs. The legs had come sometime in high school, but just in the last year or so she had turned them into gold. They were long, and toned, and tanned, and they turned me on.
"The uber won't be here for about twenty or thirty minutes," Brooke said, finally looking up from her phone. "Is it ok if I wait here with you?"
"Of course," I said, trying to keep my slightly drunken eyes on her face. "You can grab a drink if you want."
