Megan stepped out of the shower into the steam-filled bathroom. She plucked a towel off the rack, and rubbed it briskly over her brown hair, soaking up some of the water that dripped down her shoulders before wrapping it tightly around her body. Still sopping wet, she made her way out to the small living room where her dad sat watching TV, taking a much-deserved break after working for hours on their old Chevy.
"Hey, Daddy. Did you get it running?" She asked, walking past him to the little oval table separating the living room from the kitchen, where she dug through a stack of folded laundry sitting nestled in a white laundry basket atop the table.
"No, not yet." Dad sighed, muting the TV. "I'm waiting on a part to come in. Once I get that, I should have her back on the road."
"That's good," She looked over at him catching him watching her. His eyes moved down her slender legs and then back up the short distance, continuing up to the subtle cleavage that popped out over the towel. His large brown eyes looked... different, almost hungry. A zing of excitement shot through her gut making her hands shake and knock over a stack of her clothes which landed on the floor. "Then I'll be able to get a job to help out around here." She added, voice a little unsteady.
She bent over to pick up the laundry she'd knocked on the floor, feeling Daddy's eyes still on her body. She realized the towel was short, too short. Another unexpected zap of excitement hit her, taking her by complete surprise as she felt a familiar tingle begin to form between her legs. Glancing behind her before she rose, she saw Daddy sitting up, leaning slightly forward, his eyes locked on the two soft bottom curves of her ass. After dropping the laundry back into the basket, except for the clothes she intended to put on, she turned around slowly, trying to pretend she hadn't noticed him looking at her while also trying to hide the blush on her cheeks.
Megan squirmed, that had happened two weeks ago and she still got wet remembering it. Since then she'd noticed his eyes making the shift a few other times from the soft, loving eyes she was used to to the desire-filled, hungry eyes that lingered on different parts of her petite frame. Of course, she had been encouraging it. She didn't want to admit to herself that she'd been wearing her most revealing clothes when she knew Daddy would be around, hoping to catch his gaze again. But when she'd found herself replaying the memories in the dark of night, alone in her bed, with her fingers buried deep in her erogenous zone, she couldn't deny how much it excited her.
She wriggled into her light blue sundress, the one that pushed up her average, but large for her frame, breasts into two rolling mounds of beautiful cleavage; and flared out at her hips, giving them a wider appearance. The incredibly short dress made her smooth legs look much longer than they truly were. Standing just under five feet tall, even at nineteen years old, she still looked like a younger teen and needed all the help she could get. She pulled a brush through her shoulder-length brown hair and pulled it up into a high ponytail before heading barefoot out of her bedroom, toward the kitchen in search of breakfast. Instead, she found Daddy, lying on his back, head inside the kitchen cabinet under the sink.
"Damn it." He grumbled. "This damn thing won't work." a wrench came flying out of the darkness, sliding across the kitchen floor.
"Is everything ok, Daddy?"
"Oh, hey, Sweetheart," Daddy slid partially out from under the sink and lifted his head to greet her. "Sorry, everything is ok, just the damn sink is backing up again. Think I could get your help for a bit?"
"Sure, anything for you, Daddy." Megan agreed happily.
"Great, grab that flashlight and the toolbox that I left over there." He pointed.
Megan gathered both and returned to his side, setting the toolbox on the floor beside him, and clicking on the flashlight. "Got it," She proclaimed, looking down at him as he slid back under the sink. He was wearing a worn old band t-shirt and thin, silky gym shorts that she loved seeing him in.
"Shine that light in here, please." He instructed. Megan pointed the beam into the recesses where he worked. "Down a little. And hand me that small wrench."
"Sure." Megan bent over, grabbed the requested tool, and handed it to him before positioning the light again.
"Can you tilt the light up? I need it up here where my hands are."
Megan's body acted before her brain could catch up and she found herself stepping over her Dad's torso, straddling him as she lowered herself down onto his groin, her hips spreading almost wide enough to hurt and much wider than she was accustomed to, due to his large build vs. her small frame. She hadn't put panties on this morning so the smooth, silky material of his shorts made direct contact with her soft, hairless labia. She gasped, feeling his squishy dick through his shorts. Her heart beat hard in her chest as she leaned forward, resting her arms on Daddy's thick, firm chest while shining the light onto his hands. "This good?" She asked, her voice sounding distant and unfamiliar to her own ears.
"Yeah," He answered distractedly.
He looked so big beneath her, at six feet, he towered over her but from this angle, he seemed like he could easily split her in half. Her knees shook, barely touching the floor as she rested most of her slight weight on his groin and some of it on his chest. She could see the muscles flexing in his arms and feel them straining in his chest as he worked. She was getting wet, she could feel her moisture spreading on the thin fabric of Daddy's shorts beneath her.
