Lilly bounced down the stairs exuberantly as she enjoyed the smell of pancakes and coffee permeating the air. She heard a familiar whistling tone coming from the kitchen as she rounded the corner to the dining area. "Is that daddy making his famous flapjacks?" she inquired in a bubbly voice, peeking her head in through the kitchen's doorway.
"Oh, none other, babydoll. I believe you've got an important day ahead of ya," he glanced over his shoulder with a warm smile. "Gotta make sure you're all fueled up."
She smiled and rested her chin on her hand as she sat down at the dining table. "It's a big day for you guys too, you know? How long will mom be out of town again?"
"I think she said she will be back some time Tuesday, but you might want to ask her, she always gets onto me for forgetting dates." He pulled the pan away from the stove top and gave it a quick jerk, sending the pancake into the air before landing on its opposite side.
"Well, you seem to remember something as small as my softball tryouts." She grinned up at him.
He scraped the last pancake onto a plate and turned the dial on the stove to cut the flame. Turning to the dining room with the plate in one hand and a small cup of syrup in the other, he grinned at his beautiful daughter.
Her long strawberry red hair framed her face so elegantly. He was certain she had gotten all of her looks from her mother, because she certainly didn't get those beautiful green eyes from him. She was a fairly short girl, the top of her head barely coming level with his chin. He was amazed just how much his little girl had grown up; after all, they had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday the weekend before. She had grown into one of the most beautiful young women he had ever seen, with curves in places that made him blush when she would wear form fitting clothes.
James was a fairly stocky man, with black hair and a short peppered beard. It was a wonder his daughter had turned out with such a light hair color, because his entire body was covered in thick black hair.
"Well sweetie, that's cause you're my number one gal. I can't forget something so important about my number one." he winked at her, provoking a playfully judgmental look from the girl.
"Ahem."
Her father froze and made a funny face. "Uh oh. Papa's in trouble," he winked at her again, turning to his wife, who had just pulled a chair out from the table.
"Uh-huh. Yeah, you just remember who's number one when you keep putting your hands on me while I'm trying to sleep." she shot him a somewhat playful glare, however it was fairly difficult to tell when his wife, Eleanor was being serious or just teasing.
Eleanor was a tall woman with sharp features. She was quite pretty, but also gave the appearance of somebody who was always in a bad mood. Her brown hair was shoulder length, and she rarely wore makeup.
"Can you not," Lilly tried to interject, holding her fingers over her mouth feigning disgust.
"Well thankfully honey, you'll be free of my heavenly hands for a full four days, can you believe that?" he said this with a grin, but something told Lilly that he seemed a bit frustrated beneath the surface.
"Yes, well I'm sure I'll be missing you every moment." She did not, in fact, sound like she would be missing him every moment. She stood up from the table and grabbed her purse from the nearby countertop.
"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" He asked, gesturing to the towering stack of pancakes.
"I've got to run some errands before we leave. I'll be back around nine or ten." She didn't seem to notice the slight drop in his smile, but Lilly did. "Call me if you need anything, I'll just be a few blocks from here."
He reached after her, grabbing her hand. "Don't I get a kiss?" He murmured through puckered lips. She rolled her eyes and gave him a quick peck on the lips before walking outside and closing the door. When he came back to the dining room, Lilly could tell her father's demeanor had shifted slightly. He was still smiling, but he seemed a bit hurt.
"Thanks for the pancakes, dad. They're really good." She said, chewing her food. She wanted to at least let him know that she appreciated his efforts.
He sat down at the table next to her and put his hand lovingly on her wrist. "Thanks, babydoll. I guess that's just more for us, right?" He said through a devilish grin.
"You can have hers, dad. I'm stuffed. I'd better get heading to school, I'm already cuttin' it kinda close." She stood up and pulled her side bag and purse from the hooks in the hallway. "I'll see you later. I may end up staying at Katy's later, but I'll let you know."
"Alright sweetheart, be careful, it's pretty foggy out this morning." He said as he stood up and gave her a hug. She returned his embrace and they stood like that for a moment before he gave her small peck on her forehead and ushered her to the door. "Love you,"
"Love you too, daddy!" She shouted as she jogged to her car at the end of the drive way.
James watched his daughter pull out of the driveway and closed the door behind him before returning to the table. He cleaned the dishes from the table and ate a small portion of pancakes in the kitchen before trashing the rest and washing the dishes. He had roughly two hours to kill until his wife got home, so why not take out a little of that pent up frustration?
James sauntered over to the sofa in the family room and fell backward onto the plush cushions. He turned on the television and began flipping through the channels on demand until he found one that caught his eye. A busty redhead was bouncing up and down on a fairly large cock, her breasts jiggling with each motion. He turned the volume down so that it wasn't incredibly loud, but still loud enough to hear the moans of the woman on the screen.
A soft moan escaped his lips as he began to unbutton his pants and slide them down around his knees. He began massaging his cock through his underwear and imagining himself in the video.
After several moments of massaging his member, he pulled it above the waistband and slid the band down below his balls. His thick cock was already leaking a large amount of precum, which he began rubbing around the tip and sliding up and down his shaft. "Fuck," he hissed as his hand passed over the sensitive tip.
He suddenly heard the door open behind him and he scrambled to grab the remote and turn off the television. He pulled his waistband above his cock as he called, "Honey is that you? I thought you weren't coming back till nine?"
"Sorry daddy, forgot something," Lilly called as she ran up the staircase, looking down at her father. As she rounded the top step, she was able to see over the couch cushion and noticed his jeans were around his knees. A blush shot across her face as she darted into her room. Surely he wasn't...
Her heart was pounding, and despite her embarrassment, she could feel her nipples starting to harden and raise points in her shirt. There was absolutely no way she was just turned on by the thought of her father masturbating. There's just no way that's what was going on here. Her cheeks flushed pink at the thought and she buried her face in her hands.
Meanwhile, James was downstairs, oblivious to the fact that his daughter had caught him. He was sure that he had turned off the television in time, and he figured she wouldn't see that his pants were down given that the sofa was in the way.
Lilly took a deep breath and grabbed the school ID she had left on top of her dresser. She opened the door and quickly thundered down the steps. "Bye daddy I love you," She called in a rushed voice as she practically ran through the door. Unfortunately for her, the mental images of her father stroking his cock, which she hadn't even seen, would plague her mind for the rest of the day.
The first half of the day seemed to drone on for a century, until that familiar ringing of the lunch bell released Lilly from her self-created hell. She kept trying to push away the mental images of her father's face that he might make as he came, or the sound he might make as he moaned. Her attention span was absent the entire day, as she tried incredibly hard to block the intrusive thoughts out.
When the time came for Lilly to go to tryouts, she was able to brush the thought off slightly and focus on warming up. However, her reprieve was brief, as she noticed the coach adjust himself slightly, and the thought immediately returned to her mind. In her distracted state, she managed to miss two of the pitches that were thrown her way. She hit the final pitch, and thankfully it was enough to get her to second base.
The rest of the practice went fairly smooth, but she couldn't help but feel she didn't put her best foot forward. Unfortunately, she would just have to wait and see if she made it in the coming weeks.
With tryouts drawing to an end, Lilly found her friend Katy sitting in the stands waiting for her. "So, what's the plan?" She asked Katy. "Can I stay the night?" She was hoping now more than ever she would say yes.
"Sorry bitch, I've got work early in the morning, but we can go get a bite to eat real quick if you want." Katy was a petite girl, about the same height as Lilly, but far skinnier and less athletic.
"Yeah, I guess." Lilly didn't hide her disappointment well.
The two ventured to the food court to grab something before the shops closed. As they walked back to their cars, they were laughing about a video Katy's boyfriend had sent her of a meme involving an animated dog and a pringles can.
