The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.
This story was specifically written as a fan request for Chris.
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Cindy had been a very little girl when her mother left. She couldn't understand it when it happened, and she still couldn't understand it years later when she was eighteen. If anything, it made even less sense now. Her "Daddy," as she still thought of him, was a god. He was a coach at her high school, and he coached both the boys and girls basketball teams. He had coached her older brothers' soccer teams and even hers for two years.
He was an excellent coach, by all accounts. He was also an imposing physical specimen, well over six feet tall and with tremendous muscle and balance. In his younger days, long before he had kids, he had been an accomplished athlete. Cindy had heard whispers that he could have been a professional athlete if her mother hadn't "dragged him down." She was very young when she heard that, and didn't know what it meant at the time. She kept picturing her father trying to swim while her mother grabbed his feet and pulled him underwater.
Cindy had three older brothers, all of whom had been successful athletes from an early age. She had watched her father and brothers for years and envied the special bond they shared. It always felt like she was left out of it to some extent. Being the only girl in her family felt like a curse.
When she was twelve years old and had to get her first bra, she felt terrible about it. Her father had been so embarrassed to take her shopping for it, and had looked completely out of place in the young girls' underwear section of the store. She had no idea how excited other girls were to get their first bra—for her it had been a traumatic experience rather than a rite of passage. As her burgeoning bosom expanded over the next six years, she hated to even ask him to take her shopping. He even looked embarrassed when she quietly told him she needed to buy a larger size of bra.
Her big tits felt like a curse in another way. They completely got in her way when she tried to play sports, and being that top-heavy threw off her balance. For three years she tried to get sports bras that kept them pressed flat against her chest, but by her sophomore year of high school that was no longer an option. Her tits were just too big to allow it. It had also become downright painful. She had thick, thumb-sized nipples that were very sensitive, and the soft skin of her breasts always felt crushed beneath such tight restraint. They throbbed and ached for nearly an hour every time she finally peeled off the sweat-soaked sports bra.
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Because her brothers were such excellent athletes, they were recruited by major universities all over the country. By the time Cindy was in her junior year of high school, her brothers were all hundreds or thousands of miles away, spread out across the country. All three got married very young, and they were having kids of their own. They were so busy with their own young families that they almost never came home to visit.
Her father decided to sell their house, since they didn't need all that space. That decision turned out to be very fortuitous; they managed to sell it for a lot of money just before the housing market collapsed. As a result, they shared a very nice apartment and had enough money that they could travel during the summers to visit her brothers and their families.
The only downside to those visits was that it served to emphasize for her how much her father loved her brothers more than he loved her. At least, that was how she saw it. They always laughed and joked and had more fun together than she and her Daddy did. She never complained about it, "knowing" it was just part of her "curse" of being born a woman.
Eric, her father, never saw it that way. He loved his little girl dearly, and his sons had certainly seen the way he doted on her when she was little and they still lived at home. Like so many dads, he had a tough time picturing his daughter as anything other than that precious little girl who had lit up his world when she laughed and bounced on his knee.
Now he was increasingly uncomfortable around his daughter, but only because he felt out of his depth. She had blossomed into a lovely young woman at such an early age, and he wasn't ready for it when it happened. At least, that was what he told himself. It hadn't been an issue when other high school girls in his classes and on his teams had the same issues, but that had been his job. He had taken it in stride and done his best not to embarrass those girls.
When it was suddenly his own daughter, he felt awkward all the time, and he struggled to handle it. He had never been awkward before in his life. When Cindy told him she was going to quit playing basketball after her sophomore year, he was completely flabbergasted.
"Pumpkin, why would you do that? You're one of the best players on the team!"
She blushed furiously and looked down at the floor. "It's..." She gathered her strength and looked up at him, forcing her mouth to make the words. "My tits are just too big. They seriously get in the way. I turned the ball over twice in our last game because my arm caught my boob—" she swung her arm around in an arc and he saw her bicep catch on the swell of her breast. "Just like this."
His eyes were wide for a long, silent moment. Nothing in his life had prepared him to deal with this. Finally he swallowed heavily and said, "Okay, Pumpkin. I'm sorry."
It made him miserable because there was not a damned thing he could do. He had always been a man of action, the coach, the man with a plan. Now he felt helpless and it just killed him. He loved his little girl dearly and never wanted to see her hurt. Cindy saw the sad look on his face and once again felt like she had disappointed her father. She managed to keep it together until she retreated to her bedroom, but then she buried her face in her pillow and cried her eyes out.
After that, neither of them wanted to broach the subject again.
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For most of the next year, Cindy just felt worse and worse. Her father became increasingly distant. She couldn't even talk to him about sports anymore. He would try to hold that conversation for a minute or so, but then he would invariably find a reason to walk away and do something else. She wondered if she was just too stupid for him to talk to. It really bothered her because she thought she had a decent understanding of the sports they watched.
Her grades in school were good. It was only because she held her father in such high regard and knew he was something of a genius when it came to sports that she assumed he was out of her league.
