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.
Daddy was laser-focused on his task, not paying any attention to her at all. He probably wouldn't even notice... Her hips began to move before her brain finished the thought. Slowly she slid herself forward then back. Daddy's dick, squished between her and his pelvis, started to feel slightly more firm, or was that all in her mind? Her slippery, wet fluid soaked into his shorts, spreading the length of her movements, her clit rubbing against his still-soft bulge.
"What are you doing? Sit still." Daddy said, not taking his eyes off his work. Megan ignored him, her breathing quickening. He was definitely getting more firm under her. She could feel his definition more pronounced now. Like the rest of his body, his cock felt huge. She felt so turned on by the slow growth of his penis, she knew she could orgasm just from rubbing herself on him as she was now. "Megan, stop that!" Daddy ordered, speaking more firmly than she'd heard from him in a long time.
When she didn't stop, he lifted his head, meeting the sight of her plump cleavage. His eyes widened, looking through the stream of light that cascaded just above his line of vision. His cock stiffened even more as she worked her hips. She lifted some of her weight, shifting to make sure his cock was comfortable and straight. When she settled back on, her pussy lips spread around his clothed girth. Her hips quickly returned to dry-humping his shaft. Daddy's eyes were hungry but there was something else there, something that looked like panic or fear.
"Megan, stop. Time to stand up." He said through gritted teeth.
"Daddy," Megan whispered, pushing herself forward so her tits were closer to his face, "You're so big."
"Damn it, Megan," His eyes rolled back and he laid his head back down, as she pushed herself back, putting more of her weight on his dick as she returned to humping him, "Megan, you can't do this." His words were half-hearted as she dropped the flashlight so she could steady herself with her hands on his chest. The flashlight rolled off his chest, dropping to the tile floor with a loud clatter.
Megan rubbed her pussy against his cock harder and faster. She panted and let a little moan escape her lips. She could feel his defined glans and thick, rippling veins through his shorts, all of it rubbing so deliciously against her clit. She slipped the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, pushing them down her arms before slipping her hands out and pushing the top of her dress down to free her tits which bounced with her steady rhythm. Daddy raised his hips, pushing his cock hard against her pussy and lifting her knees off the cool tile. She planted her toes down, using them to gain leverage. The heat of orgasm burned in her groin, spreading heat through her stomach and down her legs.
"Oh, oh, oh, Daddy," She panted, noticing that at some point Daddy had put his hands behind his head, holding it up so he could watch her grinding on his dick and bouncing tits.
"Quiet, Megan. Don't wake your mom." He warned. Her mom, holed up in the master bedroom which shared a wall with the kitchen in their small home, worked nights as a bartender, and slept through the day. They both knew she wouldn't wake up, no matter how loud Megan got.
"Oh fuck, Daddy," She whispered loudly as her orgasm burst forth, searing through her body with the red-hot heat of passion and pleasure. She whimpered and moaned as Daddy pumped his hips, humping her through her orgasm.
