*All sexual activity takes place between characters 18 and older.
"Dad?"
The kittenish voice came from the open doorway to Carl's home office. He looked up from his computer screen to find his daughter, Willow, leaning against the doorframe. The eighteen year old had colored her hair again. It was a muted shade of ginger that suited her tanned complexion to a T as it cascaded well past her shoulders. She was wearing a cropped, light blue T shirt that ended barely a couple of inches past her tits, and a pair of light grey booty shorts she used to wear for playing volleyball or going to her dance classes. But she hadn't been able to do those things for months now, and Carl felt bad for the way he had to keep his teen daughter on such a tight leash. Yet the pandemic was surging to frightening new levels, and the man was focused on one thing over anything: to keep his precious daughter safe.
"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked. His mind was still half submerged in the business he was conducting online, but the vision of pure, teen sensuality standing in his office doorway had him fixated on her.
Willow's tits weren't especially large, but they could fill a man's hands and had an insanely gravity-defying perkiness that pushed against her belly shirt in the most distracting way. Carl could tell his daughter wasn't wearing a bra, a practice that seemed to be much more common the longer their home quarantine went on. His eyes quickly traveled over the girl's shapely hips and legs, one crossed in front of the other, as he hoped to catch a quick glimpse before she could tell he was sizing up her classically formed young body.
"Well, um, I need to order some more stuff," she said demurely, as if there was some chance he might deny her anything. He doted on her more than he probably should have, but he could never help it. But since all the worries and stress of the pandemic had altered their lives he thought she deserved to be spoiled.
"Stuff?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," she said, as if 'stuff' was a perfectly clear word.
"Umm, okaaaay. Explain 'stuff'."
"Uhh, stuff. Ya know. Like some clothes and stuff."
The girl could have started a used clothing store with what she had in her overstuffed closet and dresser. On top of that, the only places either of them went were for essential trips, such as the pharmacy or supermarket. Although at least once a week, Carl got Willow out of the house for a drive just to get a change of scenery. He knew enough places that were private or else sparsely crowded enough that he could get the girl out in the open air to relieve some of the stress of being locked down. At least she had the pool and their home gym in the basement to help her keep active while she wasn't involved in her usual activities.
"That's not much of an explanation," Carl pointed out. Her thighs were pressed together and he could just see a suggestive hint of the girl's camel toe, but he quickly brought his eyes back to her face before she caught him looking where he wasn't supposed to.
"Well ..." she hesitated briefly, "I need a couple new bikinis. Umm, some workout stuff. And a couple of nice outfits, maybe a summer dress or two. Even if you only take me out to a drive-through place, I still wanna look nice. It kinda helps things feel more normal."
Carl felt his heart sink. As rough as the lockdown was on him, it was probably double that for his daughter. He wouldn't have said no anyway, but now he wanted to make sure Willow got something extra. Something more than she was hoping for. She deserved at least that much.
"Okay, sweetheart, no problem." He shifted in his chair and reached for his wallet, then pulled out one of his credit cards.
Willow came into the room and took the card.
"So how much can I spend?" she asked, her pert tits bulging against her shirt.
Carl pretended to think about it, even though he'd already decided. "A thousand," he said.
Willow's eyes lit up with surprise. She planted her hands on the arms of her father's chair and leaned over to kiss him. She probably didn't mean to, but in her excitement she kissed him on the mouth. Carl felt his pulse skip. She didn't even seem to realize she'd just kissed her dad on the mouth. When she leaned back, her father could see her tits all the way to their puffy, pink caps as her shirt bowed down. She caught him looking, then she turned away with a coy smile.
Automatically, Carl's hand arced out and swatted his daughter playfully on her beautifully curved ass. She spun and looked at him with a shocked expression.
"Go do your shopping," he told her with a serious frown he didn't really feel on the inside. "I've got an online meeting in just a few more minutes."
Willow giggled. "Thank you, Daddy." She turned to leave, but before she did she bent halfway over and stuck her ass out at him, wiggling it just as playfully as he'd swatted her. Then just as quickly, she straightened up and strutted out of the room with an extra sway in her hips.
Carl sighed. What was he thinking? Being cooped up for too many hours every day for months with his sweetly precocious daughter must have been playing on his brain. And now, his teenaged girl was starting to look hot and desirable to him. But no. When he really thought about it, Willow had always looked hot and desirable. She was simply made that way. Maybe if her mother were still alive or if their daily lives were more like they were before the pandemic he wouldn't have so much time to notice the captivating creature she had become.
He finally tried to shake off these distracting thoughts and turned back to his computer. Getting involved in his work, Carl wasn't sure how long it was before Willow was suddenly back in his office, returning his credit card. He hadn't even noticed her until she put the card down right beside his keyboard.
"Thanks, Dad. I found everything online, and I only spent like eight hundred dollars," she said, as if she'd done him a huge favor by not spending the full grand he said she could.
