Daddy Gets "april Fooled"

SUMMARY: This story is about a teenage girl named April whose father always pranks her every year on April Fool's Day (because of her name). But this year, he takes the prank a little too far (in a manner of speaking). So April, with the encouragement of her best friend, decides to prank her dad right back. Except what she chooses to do for a prank ends up backfiring in an unexpected way. The entire story is written from the daughter's point of view. As a note, there won't be any more chapters for this story.

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

AUTHOR NOTE: You will notice that the dates don't line up with the current year. I only did that because I wanted the story to start on a Friday and it had to be April Fool's Day. It doesn't change a thing about the story. Also, this is my very first time entering a story contest. I truly hope you guys enjoy this one!

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. Copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.

STORY:

{01 -- APRIL 1. FRIDAY MORNING.}

My name is April, and I have a little story to tell you about something that happened between me and my dad recently. I don't want to bore you with a long description about myself, so I'll keep it brief. For starters, I have long, semi-wavy vibrant red hair. (My dad calls it "fiery" red.) I'm taller than most of my female friends, at 5'8". But my dad is 6'3", so I don't feel so tall when I'm around him.

My body is slender, with a lean belly and small breasts. Probably if I had managed to stop growing like a weed a couple years ago, they would be considerably bigger. But I had given up on worrying about what couldn't be changed and just went with it. So, I have small tits. It's not like they're non-existent. Just smaller than I'd like. Fortunately, I still think I have a pretty sexy figure otherwise. My skin is fair, and I've got random freckles pretty much all over my body. Fortunately, the bulk of them are on my face, with the highest density being my nose.

Even though I just graduated, I was a senior in high school when this happened a few months ago. I turned eighteen in January and lost my virginity at a party a month later, on Valentine's Day. I had sex with the same guy several more times over the next month, but then we broke up and I haven't been with anyone else.

My mom and dad got divorced when I was thirteen, and she moved out. So, it's just been me and him ever since. One thing you should know about my dad (because it's very pertinent to this story) is that he has always been notorious for playing pranks on me every April Fool's Day. Because of my name.

Well, this year was no different. Except the prank he pulled was rather extreme, in my opinion. I was taking a shower to get ready for school when I heard him leave for work. Afterwards, I went to my room to get dressed but I couldn't find any underwear. I looked everywhere. Every dresser drawer, my dirty clothes bin, even the laundry area. Nothing. Not a single pair anywhere in sight. God damn him! He had stolen my freaking panties as a joke! I was irritated, but didn't want to be late for school, so I just slid my jeans on with nothing underneath. Fuck it.

When I told my best friend Ashley about it that day at lunch, she laughed so hard that she sprayed juice out of her nose. The scene was so humorous, I couldn't help but laugh right along with her. In hindsight, I guess it was kind of funny. But then she pointed something out that made me pause.

She had her eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched as she said, "Don't you think that prank is kinda... sexual? Especially coming from your dad?"

Frowning, I said, "I wasn't looking at it like that. But now that you said it..." I trailed off, feeling embarrassed suddenly.

My friend leaned closer to me and lowered her voice asking, "I mean, don't you think he knew you'd end up going to school not wearing any panties?"

I stared at her but then rolled my eyes. My friend had an overimaginative brain. I grabbed a french fry and started chewing on it as I said, "He probably didn't think that far ahead." The second the words were out of my mouth, I started to doubt them, though. My dad wouldn't have thought of that, would he? That would be weird.

"That's more like something a boyfriend would do to his girlfriend," Ashley said. When I stared at her, she grinned at me and added, "Maybe your dad's got the hots for you!"

"Whatever," I said, continuing to eat my food.

Not thirty seconds later, my friend got a look in her eyes that I knew all too well. It instantly made me groan. Before I could say anything, she whispered, "You know what we should do?"

"Oh god, what?" I asked, already nervous.

She was grinning from ear to ear as she said, "You need to prank him back this time!"

When she started telling me her plan, I groaned again, audibly. How she came up with shit like this was beyond me. But as she continued on (and I could tell she was dead serious), I slowly felt myself agreeing with her. It did sound like fun. Evil. But fun. And it was about time my dad got a little taste of his own medicine.

{02 -- APRIL 1. FRIDAY EVENING.}

Ashley came over after school to stay the night so we could carry out our "plan". It was a Friday and dad agreed. Honestly, he never said "no" to her staying over. (Secretly I wondered if he harbored a little bit of a crush on her. I knew she had one on him!) We had pizza and then she and I mainly hung out in my bedroom the rest of the evening.

She went over the plan at length (and in meticulous detail), which at one point prompted me to exclaim, "You want me to say

what??

" She really had a naughty mind. I was becoming mortified at what she thought we should do.

But she got her way in the end, after I grudgingly agreed to it. Her closing argument was, "Trust me. He deserves payback for all the years of pranking you. Plus, it'll be fun."

The plan was for the two of us to start "talking about" my dad, making sure he overheard us. (But acting like we thought we were private.) The subject of our "conversation" was how I secretly had a crush on him and had been fantasizing about him for months. And that I think he's sexy. But then, once he chided me for being inappropriate, we'd reveal the joke. Yep, that was the plan. Crazy, I know. But Ashley convinced me that it really would be "harmless" fun. Plus, I had to admit it would feel good to get him back. Especially for the dirty trick he played on me that very morning!

We waited patiently until dad went to take his nightly shower. He always used the guest bathroom for showers, even though he had a full shower with a bathtub in his own room. He said he liked the water pressure better. As we sat there waiting for the sound of running water to stop so we knew to be ready, I couldn't help but feel a strong wave of anxiety. I couldn't think of any way this little plan of hers would backfire. It really

did

seem like just a bit of "harmless fun". That helped settle my nerves a little.

The water turned off and my heart skipped a beat. It was almost time. We waited until we heard the squeak of the bathroom door and then Ashley immediately went into her spiel that was supposed to start the fake "conversation".

"How long have you been thinking about this?" she asked, loud enough to carry out of my room.

I heard my dad's steps coming down the hall. We had purposely left my door ajar by a few inches. Just enough to let sound out, but not enough to make it obvious we wanted to be overheard. Swallowing, I answered my friend's fake question, "I don't know. Ever since I lost my virginity I guess?"

There was a creak from the hallway that told me my dad was about ten feet away from passing us by. Ashley was grinning as she continued on with the "script" by saying, "Did you just think about it out of the blue, or did something trigger it?"

My dad's steps sounded like they slowed down. It might have been my imagination, though. Glancing at the crack in my door, I couldn't see anything beyond it. But I kept going with my end of the game, "Yeah, well I kinda saw him naked in the shower a few months ago, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

Another creak from the hallway almost made me jump. My heart was racing so fast it was making me dizzy. But my friend, ever playful, barreled forward. She was animated as she said, "Dude, you should totally hit on him! I bet he would love it." She even smacked my thigh.

Straining to hear any more noises coming from the hallway, all I got was silence. Had he already walked by? Probably. That made it a little easier to keep going. Most likely he wasn't even eavesdropping. So I said out loud (with some feigned "shock" added to my voice), "No way! He would kill me if I hit on him!"

Ashley shrugged (even though she didn't need to) and then said casually (but still loud enough to carry outside my room), "Hey you never know. Plus your dad is a real looker..." She even winked at me.

"Yeah, I know. But still," I said, continuing the script.

My friend was squinting at my door as she said her next line, "Well, he did steal your panties, after all. Seems to me like he already made his move. You should go tell him you think he's sexy."

I swear I heard the floor creak again, but then there was only silence. Following her gaze and staring toward the door, I tried to catch even a glimpse of movement or shifting shadows, but there was nothing. I had one more line, so I said it before it became obvious that this was all fake, "He wasn't making a move on me, Ash! I'm not going to admit to him that I think he's sexy. He'd just laugh at me like I was crazy. And then I'd promptly die of embarrassment."

Then she performed her final line of our act by saying, "Fine. Suit yourself. But I would totally do it if I was in your shoes."

After that, we changed subjects to something a lot more mundane. After ten minutes, my nerves were so shot, I had to go check. So I stated the excuse (out loud) that I needed to use the bathroom and then made my way out to the hallway. It was empty. Looking down the hall in both directions, my dad was nowhere in sight. That wasn't exactly how this thing was supposed to go down, according to Ashley's "master plan".

When I stepped back in my room, I spoke much quieter as I said, "He was supposed to barge in right away and confront me about this." The whole plan had been to wait for him to confront us and then start grinning at him and yell, "You got April fooled!" Yeah, it was a pretty lame pun with my name, but still. That had been the plan. Only he never walked in.

Ashley didn't seem fazed by it. As we chatted about it a little more, she said, "I'm sure he'll bring it up tomorrow. Then you can laugh your ass off and tell him you finally got him back." She had such a casual, who-cares attitude, that my nerves started to settle down. Then she added, "Maybe he didn't want to say anything with me here. Or maybe he didn't even hear us at all. Either way, I think you're safe. If he never brings it up, then he wasn't listening. No harm, no foul."

My friend sounded so confident, I couldn't help but start giggling. It really did seem like a pretty good joke to pay him back for all the times in the past.

{03 -- APRIL 2. SATURDAY EVENING.}

When Ashley and I got up the next morning, sure enough my panties had mysteriously "reappeared". They were sitting on a shelf in the hallway outside my bedroom. I wondered if he had brought them back because he overheard us? Or was it just because it was no longer April Fool's Day? It didn't seem to matter either way. My friend grinned at me when I stepped into my room carrying the pile of underwear. She even grabbed them from me and made a theatrical performance where she pretended to be my dad, rummaging through my drawers to find every last pair, tossing them over her shoulder one by one. I couldn't help but laugh at her.

Ashley went home and then I spent the rest of the day wondering if I should go confront my dad directly. I was still insanely curious why the hell he decided that stealing my panties would be a good joke to play on his own daughter. But I also wondered if I should confess about my own prank, telling him the truth. We saw each other several times throughout the day, and he never brought it up, so I decided to just keep quiet. It seemed likely that he hadn't actually overheard us after all. Which meant that it would be more embarrassing if I

did

bring it up compared to just not saying anything at all.

That night, I decided to ask my dad if he wanted to watch a movie with me. He agreed immediately, which I figured he would. He loved it when I decided to spend time with him instead of going out with friends. Especially on the weekends. After we ate dinner, I went and changed into my pajamas. I had a pair of soft, bamboo-knit long sleeve pants and shirt. They were pink. The pants looked a little like sweats, but the material was much thinner and softer. The top was a button down, with purple buttons. Despite them being extremely comfortable, the main reason I bought these pajamas was because I thought they looked cute. And as every girl knows, cute pajamas are a must.

My dad and I settled in to watch a movie. It was a romantic comedy, which was often our genre of choice when we watched something together. Halfway through the film, I got up to use the bathroom. When I came back, my dad was eyeing me, watching me sit back down on the couch. Pulling my legs up, I wrapped my arms around them.

"You look nice in those pajamas," he said suddenly.

My response came automatically, "Thanks." But as soon as I said it, my mind started churning. Then I spent the next fifteen minutes wondering why he would make that comment. He had literally never complimented me on my outfit before. Ok, maybe occasionally. But never over a pair of pajamas. If anything, he was supposed to compliment me on something I was about to wear to go out on a date or something. Or prom. Wouldn't that be more appropriate? I don't know. But he chose to say I looked nice in my pajamas?

I doubt it meant anything. I was just reading into it. But still, I couldn't stop thinking about it all night, even as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep. And I still hadn't fully worked out his reasoning behind the prank he pulled on me the day before.

{04 -- APRIL 4. MONDAY.}

Sunday was mostly spent doing homework. I had a big report due the following week that I really wanted to finish. So, I didn't see much of my dad. All the way until Monday morning. I took a shower and got dressed. Including panties, I might add. My outfit was one I considered "sexy conservative". It was finally getting warm enough that I was comfortable wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a semi-cropped shirt that exposed about two inches of my belly.

When I stepped into the kitchen, my dad was busy making some breakfast while drinking a coffee. He heard me walk in and turned toward me. His eyes immediately dipped down toward my stomach. Was it just me, or did his gaze linger there? He looked at my face and then said, "That looks cute on you."

Needless to say, I was stunned for a few seconds. That was the second time he had complimented me on my appearance without me asking his opinion. What the fuck was going on here? But then it hit me. He totally

was

messing with me! Because he had overheard me and Ashley talking and figured out we were pranking him. Duh. Of course he knew! So he was just pranking me back, yet again. I felt like screaming at my friend for her horrible idea. Which is exactly what I did a few hours later when we were sitting together at lunch.

Ashley had a stupid grin on her face while I berated her after telling her what my dad said. She laughed at me! Ha ha, what a funny joke! But then she got a serious look on her face and leaned really close to me, whispering, "Dude, you gotta play along. That's the only way. Call his bluff!"

"You're insane!" I hissed at her.

She responded by giving me one of her usual, charming smiles. Then she winked and said, "But you love me for it." When I rolled my eyes at her, she giggled and then asked, "Well, are you gonna play along or not?"

With a sigh, I said, "I guess. Yeah." Admittedly, there was some little place in the back of my head that suggested this was a little fun. Just a lighthearted, endearing game I could play with my dad.

Ashley came up to me at the end of the school day with some last minute "advice". She said, "I was thinking about it all day. I think you need to do something to show your dad that you're 'interested'. Like, check him out or something. Or give him a hug, but don't let go right away like you normally would. Something like that. Yeah?"

Shaking my head, I muttered, "I'll figure something out."

A couple hours later, I had a nervous flutter in my belly while I waited for my dad to get home from work. My homework was already done, including the report I had been working on. When I heard his car pull into the garage, my heart started thudding. I almost chickened out, but forced myself to go through with my friend's idiotic suggestion.

My dad walked into the house and I put on a big smile and then walked over to greet him at the door. When I suddenly wrapped my arms around his back to give him a big bear hug, he seemed startled. That felt like a good sign. I had caught him off guard. Maybe her plan wasn't so stupid after all. But then I clung to him, longer than usual. I became very aware of just how warm he felt. Rubbing my hands up and down his back a little, I continued to hold him. After about five seconds, there was a soft thunk as my dad dropped his bag. He wrapped his arms around me in return, squeezing me.

Then my dad pressed his nose against my hair and inhaled. Deeply. What the hell? Wow, he was really playing hardball on this retaliation prank. We held each other for another few seconds and then I finally backed away. When I glanced at his face, he was smiling at me. Damn him. I wanted to win this game, but he was acting way too calm. He was supposed to be nonplussed! My cheeks started to heat up, so I fled to my bedroom and didn't come out all night, except to use the bathroom and get ready for bed.

As I lay in bed that night trying to fall asleep, something else occurred to me that I didn't know what to do with. It seemed like an inconsequential thought at first, but I couldn't shake it.

I realized that I... liked my daddy's attention. But that didn't make any sense whatsoever.

{05 -- APRIL 5. TUESDAY EVENING.}

The entire next day, I couldn't stop thinking about my dad. That seemed troubling, and I didn't even understand why. At the same time, I also couldn't figure out

why

he was stuck in my head. I mean, this was just a silly joke the two of us were playing on each other. Surely that shouldn't warrant the amount of attention my mind chose to put on it.

I avoided Ashley that day, because I was worried she would just give me more crazy things to do to "mess" with him. When I got home from school, I got all my homework done before my dad came home from work. After dinner, I asked him if I could use his bathroom because I wanted to take a bath. (The other bathroom only had a shower.) He was used to me taking baths a couple times a week, so he didn't protest. He probably didn't know the real reason I liked to take baths. It was usually because I needed to shave.

For the next two hours, I soaked in my daddy's bathtub. I kept running the hot water to keep the temperature as high as possible. Hot baths were preferable to me over warm or cool. I had to keep letting a little water out, to make room for more. Once my skin was sufficiently soft and supple from being submerged, I pulled out my shave cream and razor and went to work on my crotch.