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Dumbass Daddy.
Part One.
It's was a warm summers day around where John lived, which was slightly unusual. It had been warm for a week or so and was going to stay warm for another few days. So John was taking full advantage of the sun and not being in work on a Friday afternoon and he was lounging on the patio in the back garden with a beer.
Suddenly someone bounded round the corner from the driveway into the patio area startling him, so in the second or two before John realized who it was he was reaching frantically for his t-shirt, "Oh thank heavens for that it's only Gemma." John thought as he continued albeit a bit less frantically to put his t-shirt back on. He really didn't want the woman who was coming later for the milk money to catch him in just his speedos or may be he did secretly, that made him chuckle.
Gemma noticed the laugh and asked, "Am I that funny? And you don't have to put that back on because of me you know."
"Oh hey Gem, I know hun I just feels a bit exposed, I wasn't expecting visitors." John said.
"Oh sorry, am I disturbing you?" she asked with a slight grin forming at the edges of her mouth.
"You my dearest daughter can disturb me any time."
"Anytime you say; hum I'll bear that in mind." she said with a smile then as dryly as she could muster "and Dad I'm your only daughter."
"I know G but it still applies and you are very dear to me."
Remarking on John's rapper style 'G' reference Gemma said "O.m.g. Dad your so lame, anyhow mind it I join you? I haven't seen you in ages, and if your free I thought we'd spend the afternoon together just chilling."
Before John could answer she went to the garage and pulled out the other sun lounger and sat it down next to John's, fiddling for a minute making sure its was secure then she sat down and relaxed back before turning her head to John and ask "So, how about it? You free this afternoon John?".
John cringed "Don't call me that it's Dad to you and sure hun make yourself at home. I was thinking about chill-axing this afternoon anyway, having you around sounds perfect to me."
Gemma burst out laughing "Chill-axing! Where'd you pick that up on one of your lame Internet games."
"Hey!" John said feigning hurt feelings at the gaming reference "The guild thinks I'm quite hip for an old fogey."
"Hey Dad thirty eight isn't that old and anyway if the guild think your cool then you must be right." She said winking at him. "But honestly" she continued with a grin "Your lame, your guild is lame and so it that t-shirt please take it off." Gemma was referring to the 2 sizes to big for him t-shirt John was now wearing. Now John knew Gemma wasn't averse to playing computer games they'd gamed together a quite a few times across the Internet but not recently. So she was just saying these things to wind him up the way that step-daughters do sometimes.
As John went to take a sip of his beer what Gemma did next caught him totally off guard she leapt up proclaiming it "Time for me to make myself at home." Pulling off her green sundress over her shoulders she threw it to the ground and then proceeded to kick off her sneakers.
What she had on underneath had John totally enraptured. She was wearing, over her fair freckle covered skin the absolutely tiniest bikini John had ever laid eyes on. It was a bright red in colour, what there was of it, two triangles of material just about covered his daughters nipples, and a thin strip of material covered her obviously freshly waxed pussy. Both parts of the bikini where held onto her body by very thin strips of material that left barely anything to the imagination. The top had a halter style bow fastened round her neck and another bow just below her shoulder blades. The bottoms were held on with a small bow on each hip.
Damn, that would require only a few tugs here and there and she'd be naked, John thought before mentally slapping himself as he remembered it was his daughter in front of him. It must have been one of those Brazilian style bikinis he'd only ever seen in pictures on the Internet. It had been a while since the divorce from Gemma mother so perusing the Internet was the way John got his kicks these days but seeing his daughter in something so skimpy, well...
John was totally aghast his mouth was wide open and the beer had never made it to his mouth. He was just holding it about two inches from his face like a picture on instagram entitled "Most shocked man ever!".
Gemma's strawberry blond hair with subtle natural highlights fell slightly over her face and down to her shoulders. She was wearing it in a parting to one side like always, her 'B' cup breasts strained at the strings of bikini like she'd tied it too tight on purpose.
Taking her all in John noticed her new tattoo it was just above where her pussy hair would have been and read in a fancy hand writing style "Temptation!". Fucking hell! She ain't wrong there, he thought. He'd have to ask her about that later. For now though he was still trying to regain his motor skills and actually move instead of staring carnally at his daughter.
Gemma turned round to retrieve the sundress she'd just discarded behind her, but instead of crouching to pick it up she bent right over from the waist displaying her gorgeous heart shaped ass and the backs of her toned shapely legs. John could feel himself starting to get hard.
Crap I'm only in speedos down there, think about something else, John thought still immobile from the waist up. The strings of her g-string style bikini bottom were barely covering anything and he could clearly make out the slight puckering around her sphincter either side of the thin strip of material.
As she was about half way up from her over pronounced bend Gemma looked over her shoulder and locked her blue eyed gaze on John's, "Enjoying the view?" she purred.
That woke John back into reality "Oh err, sorry" he stammered turning away. Trying regain his composure John lay back on the sun lounger and put his beer down. John was glad he still had his baggy t-shirt on as it was covering his growing erection because the speedos at this point were little use and weren't containing him at all. He may as well have had his cock out as it would have been clearly visible restrained only by the thin waistband as it jutted out sideways. He was no porn star when it comes to the manhood department but like all men he like to think he above average at 7½ inches "in full swing."
Gemma carefully folded her dress and placed it on the far side of her sun lounger next to her sneakers. She then casually sauntered round her lounger to John, leaned down and hugged him tightly. John could feel her breast push into him as she arched her back, as she did this John caught another glimpse of her gorgeous ass, and with her legs still straight her ass stuck up in the air with the thin strip of material heading between her curvy cheeks out of view. God what I'd do to that... John thought, then caught himself. It's your daughter! John mentally chastised himself. Gemma released her grip slightly and kissed him softly on the cheek before whispering in his ear softly "You still love me don't you daddy?"
"More than you could ever possibly know." He whispered back kissing her tenderly on the cheek too. "Oh, and are you smuggling peanuts or are you just please to see me?" he asked sarcastically.
"Dad!" Gemma yelped feigning mock horror as she slapped him on the top of his left arm. She then stood up straight and proceeded to squirm slightly as if trying to make a decision the tip of her right index finger placed absent mindedly in her mouth. Suddenly she stop squirming and started to pout as she murmured "Don't you like them?" as she said this her hands moved to cup her breasts and taking her thumb and index finger she gently rolled her nipples through the thin material of her bikini. John was as getting much harder looking at this visual feast and he could feel his pulse pounding in his groin and all that came out of his mouth was one word. "Fuck!" he breathed quietly.
Gemma's reaction was instant the pout disappear and big grin appeared in it's place and she reach down with both hands to grab John's t-shirt pulling at it as she said "Hey! I thought you were taking this off?"
"I can't!" John yelped, quickly grabbing the hem and pulling it as hard as he could between his legs to prevent her from revealing what lay beneath.
"What do you mean can't, spoilsport." she bemoaned at him.
"I thought we were supposed to be relaxing, sit down lay back and I'll be your waiter for today." John said changing the subject. "Would you like a drink?"
"Oh okay then, I'll have a beer, bottle if you've got it." Gemma stated flatly sitting down in her lounger.
