Sandi blushed and felt her eyes well up when she caught her father staring at her enormous tits. It was like she had a pair of small pumpkins waggling under her scant top. Since they were cleaning unwanted junk out of the attic of Frank's house -- the same house where Sandi had spent her high school years -- the twenty-four year old was only wearing the thinnest of spaghetti strap tank tops. It was cropped to show the rolls she didn't like on her belly, but since it was only her and her father working together she was much more casual than usual. Besides, it was a warm day and the attic was hot and steamy.
When Frank realized he'd been caught gazing at his daughter's colossal globes, he started blushing too and quickly looked away. But as he did, Sandi couldn't help smiling as she realized her dad was momentarily mesmerized by her stupendous jugs. She was used to men staring at her tits, but her father was in a completely different category. If anything, he was a category all on his own. It was weird but exciting at the same time, and it was funny how Frank tried not to show how flustered he was at getting caught with his eyes where they didn't belong. But Sandi thought it was sweet.
After umpteen trips up and down the attic stairs, the father and daughter duo were sweaty and ready for a break. Carrying another load down the stairs and out to the garage, Sandi suggested a break in the kitchen to get something to drink.
"Good idea, sweetie," her father readily agreed.
But Frank's eyes roamed over the prominent swell of his daughter's tits once more, bringing Sandi's attention to the fact that she was sweating now and her damp top was clinging to her melons like a thin coat of paint. She also realized her nipples were fully erect and denting the fabric and there was no way to blame it on being cold. In fact, it was one of the hottest days of the year so far. It wasn't a great day to be working in the attic, but Frank wanted to get the space emptied out so he could start renovating the top floor into an individual apartment for Sandi.
Frank's only child had broken up with her husband a month before and moved back into her old bedroom. She'd told her dad it would only be for a few weeks until she could find full-time work and an apartment of her own. But Frank said she could stay as long as she wanted, and only a few days later he came up with the idea of renovating the attic into a cushy loft apartment for her.
Sandi had been ecstatic and hugged her father so long and tight she thought she could feel his cock getting hard. She couldn't be sure, though. This was her dad, after all, and he was quick to break contact as soon as she felt what she thought was his man flesh swelling with desire. It was too quick to read anything into it, but the boob staring was undeniable and Sandi realized she liked having her dad look at her tits much more than not having him look. And, much more than when other guys looked. She couldn't explain why -- not that Frank wasn't fit and handsome because he was. It just gave her a warm, tingly feeling that felt safe and comforting.
Yet the thick, chunkily built blonde still felt self-conscious as she led the way into the kitchen. She was wearing shorts that were too tight and short for a girl her size. At least, that's what she thought, but she felt like she should wear whatever she wanted at home.
While she was used to guys going crazy over her enormous tits, she was just as used to them going after girls with skinnier legs and smaller asses. Yet she'd caught her father peeking at her thick legs as much as her tits. Did he think she looked good or was he thinking she needed to lose weight? This was the same question that led to increasingly intense arguments with Sandi's soon-to-be ex-husband. When she finally caught Norman cheating with a skinnier girl with fake tits -- tits which weren't even as big as Sandi's -- she immediately called her father who insisted she come home right away.
"You did the right thing, you know," Frank reassured his baby girl as she poured them each a tall glass of lemonade.
"Yeah, I know leaving Norman was right. I just hate feeling like a failure and never wanted to end up being a burden to you. Here you are with your adult daughter living at home all over again."
"Stop talking that way. You're not a failure. Norman is. And you could never be a burden," he insisted with a serious frown. "Besides, it's so good having you back. You're pretty good company, you know."
"Aww, thanks, Dad. You're not so bad yourself. It feels really good to be here, to tell the truth. I sure wish Norman was more like you."
"Norman's a fucking moron," Frank frowned.
Sandi couldn't help giggling at her father's use of the F bomb, which was way out of character for him. She also relished his fiercely protective nature. It made her feel special and important in a way that Norman and every other guy she ever went out with failed to. She heaved a deep, wistful sigh and secretly wished Frank wasn't her father. The sigh also pushed her monumental tits upward and outward which drew her dad's eyes down from her face, causing him to spill lemonade on his shirt. Sandi didn't mean to, but she giggled even harder.
Frank still seemed upset, but more about Norman than getting caught looking at his daughter's lusciously huge tits. He didn't even seem to notice the spill as she went to the counter and got a cloth to dab against the wet mark on his shirt. This brought the father and daughter into close quarters and neither of them shied away as their hips gently bumped into each other. It wasn't exactly sexual contact, but it was intimate and warm and it made Sandi's pussy quiver and tingle enough to make her lightheaded. It was the kind of gesture a wife or girlfriend might make and knew that wasn't lost on her father.
"Aww, it's okay, Dad," she said as she dropped the cloth in the sink. "If I'd known what an asshole Norman really is I never would've married him. But everything worked out. I'm happier being back home with you again."
"I'm happy, too, sweetheart. It's better you're rid of that idiot. It still makes my blood boil to think of the way he hurt you."
"Ohhh, Daddy," the voluptuous blonde sighed as she put her arms around him. She pushed her unwieldy tits against his body and held him snugly. He put his arms around her too and placed one hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair while they held each other.
"I love you, Dad," Sandi said softly.
She felt her dad's big, solid body fill with a deep breath. "I love you, too, baby," he replied.
Long after any normal father/daughter hug would've ended, Frank kept holding onto his portly daughter. She pressed her face against his shoulder and kept up the pressure of her big melons against his body. He kept stroking her hair with one hand while the other rested low on her back, just above where the swell of her ass began. She would've been mortified to hug any other man while she was so rumpled and sweaty, but Sandi felt warm and so damp in her panties now. If her father had stuck his hand down inside them just then she wouldn't have made a move to stop him. In her daddy's arms she felt safe and beautiful. She didn't care if it was supposed to be that way or not.
Sandi's nipples were hard and aching with sensation, but they were firmly squished into her father's body. She was surprised at how firm and solid he felt. He'd always kept in good shape, but she could now tell he was in much better shape than Norman despite being twenty years older at forty-six. That made her proud of her handsome dad but it made her feel embarrassed about her weight at the same time. How could he ever be proud of her the same way she was proud of him?
Yet she couldn't forget the way he'd been looking at her the whole time they were working. He kept pretending he wasn't, but she spotted that look in his eye, a look she hadn't seen in a man's eyes for a very long time. Nothing about the way her dad looked at her ever made Sandi feel fat or frumpy. Her father's eyes made her feel like a beautiful princess even if she had trouble seeing herself the same way. But being in his arms like she was right now felt like pure love. Even her pussy started to feel warm, an inappropriate reaction that made her mind spin with an array of conflicting feelings.
