Nora had two outfits laid out on her bed. She couldn't decide. Why was it even a decision? She wasn't even going out. This wasn't a date! Which one would he like more, though?
On the left was a navy blue tank top, which looked thick but only from the illusion created by the lined pattern of the material. It was the kind of top that held/showed off her tits nicely and slimmed her waist. And her nipples would poke through visibly, even when she wasn't particularly excited. Obviously she wasn't going to wear a bra to hang out at home. She could pair it with this white skirt which she couldn't recall the last time she wore, because really? A white skirt? Asking for all sorts of unmentionable troubles there. But it went well with the tank...
On the right was something perhaps more conservative. A t-shirt, pale yellow and would be a bit tight around the chest. To be honest most of her shirts were these days. This one would show off a bit of her midsection due to said tightness raising the material up. A con, Nora felt. The faded print of a cartoon cat's face at the front made her nipples less apparent, at least from that angle. A pro? She would wear a pair of red shorts with it, a white stripe on the sides. They were more like hotpants really... but she was confident they still fit. That she could still squeeze into them.
The ensembles were casual enough to wear at home in polite company, she felt, although on second thoughts the skirt might have been a bit much. She decided against it in particular, tossed it aside. The red shorts then. She regarded the shirt. She decided it was too childish, what with the cat, and got rid of that too. Tank top then. She lined them up, and aside from it reminding her of some kind of strange, reversed American flag, she thought it was probably fine. She shed her pajamas with a sigh. She was going through a lot of underwear lately. She would have to change this pair too. So many decisions to make for a simple Sunday afternoon watching the game with her dad.
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"I brought popcorn!" proclaimed her dad at the door, as if the big clear plastic bag of it in his arms wasn't obvious enough.
"Er... aren't we just watching the game?" she said, not that she minded the snack. This just wasn't usually a popcorn thing. She took it from him so she could find a bowl in the kitchen. It was warm.
"I popped it myself!" he explained, as if that was reason enough. The sweet, buttery scent of it when she untied the bag was convincing though. "Thought we could watch a movie too I guess," he said then, rubbing the back of his head. Nora was pleased to know he didn't plan to go home as soon as the game was over. She would be lying to herself if she said the prospect of spending an entire afternoon snuggling with her father on the couch wasn't exciting. She kept her cool and poured out a sizeable bowl of the popcorn, emptying about half of the bag. She trusted that it was barely buttered and low in salt, since her dad was her personal trainer and all. She didn't much care really. It was Sunday, so she decided she could indulge. She collected some beer from the fridge.
Adrian was making himself comfortable on the couch, excited to watch another game on this big screen. He had worn jeans today, an old, comfortable pair. More importantly they were more restrictive in the crotch area so it would be harder to... well he hoped nothing would need restricting today. It was almost summer so he wore a loose and airy basketball jersey from when he used to have a team with guys from the gym and played pick up. The whole getup was very Dad Look. Dad looked up, hearing the hiss of bottle caps popping off. He liked Nora's outfit, which was an odd thought for him to have. He saw the tantalising nubs under her tank top and swallowed. He ought to have been scandalised but soon found his eyes falling to her wide hips and thick legs.
Nora returned to the couch and put the bowl of popcorn and the two bottles of beer on the glass coffee table. "Ankle's good," observed her father. Before he could reach for his beer a foot fell into his lap.
"Want to check?" his daughter asked, wiggling her toes. He stared dumbly at her leg for a second then she retrieved it, tucking her feet together as she curled up on the couch. "Your face," she scoffed, playing it off like she was making a joke at the expense of his doting. He shook his head with an 'oh you'-smile and picked up a perspiring bottle. Nora glared at the floor, screaming internally. Now you're flirting with him!
She grabbed a handful of pop-corn, stuffing her face as if that might stop it from turning red. She watched him sip the beer and smack his lips. Would he be into foot stuff? She wondered idly. What were his kinks?
"This is pretty good," he said, raising the bottle to check the label. He knew his daughter tended to buy fancy craft beers that were limited runs or something. Adrian would consider trying more new things now since he had (marginally) expanded his recipe book. Beer tasting seemed a good hobby to get into, despite the carbs.
"Phone," Nora said, putting her hand out. She could watch him drink that beer all day (how many drinks would it take for him to really loosen up?) but there was a game to watch or something right?
"Oh the game!" Her father pulled out his phone, unlocked it and handed it over. He took another swig of beer and made an appreciative noise. There was a freshness to it. A youthful vigor about its bubbliness.
Nora screwed up her face again at how unorganised his phone was. App icons filled the screen with no rhyme or reason. He probably had a thousand apps open too, she guessed correctly. She considered just closing them for him, thumbing through the random programs he had running for no reason other than he didn't know to shut them down. Something caught her eye and made her stop.
She swiped back to the web browser (which had a hundred tabs open too) and saw the last page he had visited. The current page, technically. Still opened. She swallowed, recognising the layout and colours of the website, but more importantly reading the title of the video. Nora's eyes darted over to her father, who sat there obliviously, squinting at the ingredients printed on the label of the craft beer bottle. He didn't know. Probably hadn't realised he forgot to close the page.
She focused back on the phone. On the page. On the descriptively named pornography. The girl in it was some pretty redhead. Maybe he just liked redheads. But why this redhead? Why this video of this redhead? Why this bold title?
Naughty Daughter Thanks Daddy For Lunch
Had he-? Did he watch this right after they had lunch? Despite the blood rushing to Nora's ears she felt oddly calm. Like everything around her was ... right. She looked to the TV. The reflection of her and her dad sitting on the couch on the dark screen was like a little picture. A captured moment of a sweet father and daughter about to have a fun and clean afternoon. Or thumbnail for a video on a certain kind of website. A decision was made. She tapped on the page. She had the app find the TV. She pressed play.
The screen flickered on but Adrian was still investigating the makeup of this beer. It was brewed by
Candy Apple Crush Brewery
, which didn't sound like a place that would do good beer but apparently they did.
"
Mmm I'll be a good girl.
"
He didn't quite recognise the suburb of the brewery's address. He wondered if it would be available at the corner store near work. He put the bottle back down onto the coffee table and reached for the popcorn.
"
Thanks for lunch, daddy.
