They went out shopping Saturday, the day after Chloe's birthday, gift card in hand. Since they were heading into summer, this time the pile of try-ons included shorts, t-shirts, rompers, short dresses, and a couple bathing suits.
Throughout trying everything on, Allen was realizing something he knew all along but hit him harder today. He guessed it was because of Chloe's birthday. His precious baby girl was growing up. And she was beautiful! When she came out in a cute summer dress with frills around the shorts sleeves, bottom hem, and collar, he noticed how long and youthful her legs were, how toned and graceful her arms were, and how the v-neck collar didn't just lie flat against her chest anymore. It was his daughter, so he didn't think too long about measurements and such, but his formerly flat-chested little girl had developed what were somewhere around B or C cups. Perfect, especially on her petite frame, just like her mother. Allen never understood some men's fascination with huge DD breasts that could knock you out cold. "When did you grow up to be such a beautiful girl?" he asked Chloe. "You always say that, Daddy!" she giggled. Which was true. But this time, he meant it more. He was inwardly proud, however, that he could notice and be happy for the world and Chloe and not feel like he was perving on his little girl.
Then she came out in a new bikini. It covered everything respectably but just so. It was a deep green, which brought out the green in Chloe's sparkling and lively eyes. And it fit her form perfectly. Her breasts (Allen made sure he thought of them as "daughter breasts" and remained analytical about them...mostly) were round and hugged by the triangles held by strings. It provided coverage but not much support, and it was easily noted Chloe's daughter breasts didn't need support, as they were perky and defied gravity all on their own. Ah, youth. The bottoms tied on each side and perfectly framed her cute bubble butt. She got too close while modeling the bikini, and he yelled "incoming!" while taking a swat at her behind. She giggled and managed to dodge out of the way just in time, his fingers only grazing her left cheek as she dove back into the changing room.
In the end, she bought a couple pairs of shorts, the frilled summer dress plus one other, the green bikini and a one-piece suit that oddly almost seemed to show off more of her than a bikini did, the way it was cut. She also got some comfy-looking sleep pants and shorts, loose and cottony. She didn't need sleep shirts, since she always wore Allen's t-shirts as sleepwear. It wasn't like she just took a couple and kept them. She was always raiding his t-shirt drawer for a new one and giving the others back.
The trouble started later that evening, after they returned home. Well, trouble might be too strong a word. Let's just call it changes in perception and intent. And it all started innocently enough, at least Allen thought so.
Allen was in the family room watching TV, in his usual spot on the left end of the sofa, remote under his control in his left hand. Sam was of course still at college, in his sophomore year. Kathy had already gone to bed. She was an early to bed, early to rise type, while Allen was more a late to bed, early to rise type. He didn't need as much sleep. Chloe was similar, so she bounded into the room (that kid's energy is infectious, Allen noted with a smile for the umpteenth time), grabbed a pillow, and plopped down lengthwise on the rest of the couch, head on a pillow on the other end, for them to watch one of the several shows they watched together. On Tuesday Movie Night, her spot was always sitting on the sofa to Allen's right, cuddling him, since time began. But other nights she chose a variety of spots, and this was one favorite. Her feet were in good position to kick Allen if he teased her too much, or sometimes she'd get a foot rub out of the deal.
They chatted away amiably as they picked a show. Once that was settled, she fluffed the pillow, turned on her side to face the TV, and settled down to watch. It was early into the show that Allen looked over at Chloe, and his heart stopped.
She was wearing one of her new pairs of sleep shorts they had just bought together, and apparently they were not only short but also quite loose. The whole left leg of the shorts kind of billowed out, and the material hung a little forward and down. The result was that Allen could see straight up her shorts to her pink panties, and most of the left side of them was on clear display. Chloe seemed completely unaware. She had to be, right? There was no reason to think the surprising view was intentional, even though she had just bought that pair specifically.
Allen stared a little too long and found himself getting unexpectedly excited. Now, Allen had always been a bit of a voyeur and, like most boys and many men, loved trying to steal peeks when blouses billowed, shorts gapped, or skirts parted. But this was the first time it had ever happened with Chloe, at least this noticeably. He was stunned. But he couldn't pull his eyes away. The panties were simple cotton, but they were a vivid and pretty pink, with cute lime green, lacy borders. He could see almost all the way up to the top green border at her thin and toned waist. But more excitingly, he could see much of the left side of the lower green border, as it cupped her left butt cheek, curved up over her hip, and traced down across her thigh, disappearing between her legs. Right above, as if framed and supported by the green, lacy edge, the pink cotton hugged her, with much of the left side visible. He could see pink-covered butt cheek. And in the front, he could see her pink-clad mons and some of where the fabric must be covering her outer labia. (Allen tried to enforce thinking of them analytically as "daughter labia," but that was ridiculous and didn't help at all.) He could imagine her pussy hair just underneath, wispy and curly (or coarse? straight?), enclosed beneath the soft cotton fabric. And then he wondered...did she even have pussy hair? He never even considered whether she shaved before. Now he wondered fervently. Not that he ever expected to find out. So, he looked more intently, trying to determine if the pink layer was lying closely against bare skin or was raised a bit and therefore lying atop a curly mound of pussy hair. He hoped it was the latter. While he enjoyed a nicely trimmed pussy, he preferred one that still had hair and wasn't completely bald. As he stared, making his study, and thinking his exciting thoughts, his cock stirred. And then it dawned on him, finally, what he was doing. He was creeping on his own daughter!
In shock at his own behavior, Allen snapped his head back to the show. He had completely lost track of what was going on, of course, but it was a simple comedy, so it's not like he missed much. Then Chloe laughed at a particularly funny bit and moved her legs slightly, drawing Allen's attention right back to the danger zone. Lovely. Pretty. Tender. His daughter! Ugh. Back to the show. Then occasional, furtive glances...just to check if things got covered up somehow, of course. He adjusted himself, as things were getting a little crowded in his own pajama shorts.
When the show ended, Chloe rolled onto her back on the sofa. But in doing so, she lifted her left knee up toward the back of the couch first. Allen watched this happen as if in slow motion, staring as her entire panty-clad crotch was briefly and enticingly exposed to him, only and arm's length away. He could literally reach out and caress it, maybe tickle it and make her giggle, maybe something more. (Stop it! He cried to himself.) Chloe then followed with her right knee, so her knees were together, and then she stretched her legs out straight. In doing so, she yelled "incoming!" and gave him a little kick and chuckled playfully.
That jarred Allen back to reality. Chloe's shorts had now fallen back into place, and she was covered, but he realized he was still staring at his daughter's crotch. Upon being kicked, he looked up to Chloe's face and into her eyes, in momentary panic. Did she see where he was looking? How long had he been looking? Could she tell how flustered he was? Could she see he was hard inside his shorts? Surely not that. She didn't react at all, from what he could tell. She just chatted about the show, and he tried to keep up with the chatter, since he had little idea what had happened in it.
Thankfully, Chloe announced she was heading off to her room to do whatever teen girls do, chatting with friends and such before going to sleep. Allen didn't think he could take another show together that night.
Chloe had had another simple but enjoyable time with her Daddy. She loved whenever they just got to spend time together, even if they were just quietly watching a show. She was all comfy in her new sleep shorts and of course one of her Daddy's t-shirts. Her cotton bra and panties underneath were soft against her skin, and her new shorts were soft as well. Her Daddy's t-shirt smelled of him, which is why she loved wearing them so much. It was like wearing a Daddy hug all night. When the show was over, she stretched out and gave her Daddy a playful, two-legged kick. He looked into her eyes a little wide-eyed, and she wondered why. Maybe she kicked him a little too hard or something, though she didn't think so. And she had to chuckle to herself how little Daddy seemed to have paid attention to the show they watched. Maybe he had work things on his mind.
Chloe announced she was heading to her room and yelled "incoming!" as she launched from her side of the couch onto her Daddy's lap in a good night hug. He wrapped his arms around her and gave what seemed like an extra-long squeeze, and she giggled. She loved Daddy's hugs. She pulled away a bit and then leaned in to grab his head in both hands, and she kissed his left cheek, right cheek, and forehead with a loud "mwah!" each time, followed by a light good night peck on the lips. Some traditions never change, and she was glad for that.
