Light warm heat kissed the back of my eyelids and the smell of maple bacon heightened my senses returning me from my dream conscience back to a living state of awareness. I opened my eyes to observe beams of sunlight shooting through my window blinds revealing yet another gorgeous summer day outside. I had slept soundly due to all of the mental fatigue that had manifested itself through yesterday's events.
I pulled the covers off of me exposing my naked body and sat up on the side of my bed. I never slept naked having always preferred to sleep in one of my dad's shirts with a pair of my panties on underneath. My nakedness was a swift reminder of my discipline and my new house rules.
I had to admit, my dad's idea of using embarrassment as a form of punishment was both unique and effective; I had never been more ashamed or blushed as much in all of my life as I did yesterday after he had caught me masturbating while watching porn, and now I had to adhere to forced nudity as a consequence. As intended, I would never forget this lesson about watching pornography again.
Likewise, my still pink sore ass was a stark reminder of the punishment I had received for not having respected our father daughter bond and failing discuss porn with him before watching it. I was sure to always share my feelings and curiosities with him going forward; in fact, it was now my mission to strengthen my relationship with my dad in the most special way I could think of; by creating a very special type of bond that could only exist between a father and daughter.
I stood up out of bed and yawned while stretching my arms and hands high above my head. My back arched and my boobies pushed up and out as I reached towards the ceiling. The night's sleep had me feeling rested and refreshed. I turned and made up my bed as I always do and fluffed up my pillow before leaning my stuffed teddy bear against it.
I was still feeling timid about my forced nudity in front of my dad. Although he had seen me naked for most of the day yesterday, my nerves had me feeling like I was about to show myself to him for the first time all over again; however, that anxiety was also filled with hope that if I had to be naked in front of him, my nudity might somehow aid me in my goal of garnering my dad's sexual attention.
Yesterday's events had led me to an awakening that my forbidden sexual desires towards my dad were more than just fantasies for my masturbation purposes, they were desires I really wanted with him in real life. I craved a sexual relationship with him; however, the reality was that I still had not gotten a genuine hint from him that he even noticed me in that way.
This knowledge did not surprise me; after all, I am his biological daughter, the baby girl he had raised as an infant, his little princess. How could I ever get him to consider me, his own physical daughter, as a sexual option?
I stepped in front of my mirror trying to get my courage up to face my dad again. I grabbed a couple of breath mints, brushed my hair, and put on a light coating of makeup. I did not want to doll myself up and waist makeup; I had not had my shower yet; moreover, too much dolling up might cause him to ask questions; I did not want to be obvious, but I did want to look cute and adorable for him. I was hoping I could at least entice him a little bit.
After finishing my makeup, I looked at my body in the mirror; I cupped my breast in my hands and lifted them to inspect them for myself. My nipples were already perking up in anticipation of being on display again. The more I thought about how naughty I felt being naked in front of my dad, the harder they got. I was not going to be able to hide my nipple erections from him; I would just have to deal with it and hope that maybe he wouldn't notice.
After gathering my nerves, I looked at my tits and said "Okay girls, it's show time, let's do this." I took a deep breath, turned, and walked out of my bedroom to the bathroom for a quick morning pee before going to the kitchen.
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Upon entering the kitchen, I saw my dad standing at the stove finishing up the scrambled eggs that he was preparing for us. He had his back to me and did not notice me walk in. He stood there in a tight polo shirt with his company logo on it which read Taylor's Contracting Services; he was also wearing a pair of blue jeans that hugged his powerful glutes and showed off his tight sexy man butt. I found myself getting lost admiring his manly physique.
My dad is 38 years old having had me when he was just 20 years old. He is 6'2" tall and very well built. He has worked in construction all of his life which has kept him in good shape. He also exercises regularly with squats, push-ups, and sit-ups. He has dark hair with blue eyes. The dark hair makes his face always appear to have a scruffy half shaven look which seems to drive all of my girlfriends wild. They always tease me that my dad is a DILF, and I had to admit looking at him now, my friends are right; my dad is an absolute stud.
His chest and back look powerful, and his stomach is flat with well defined abs which he acquired from the many years of sit ups; these features compliment his muscular arms which look like chiseled jack hammers. I felt moisture forming between my legs and my nipples now stood fully erect from admiring my dad's body and ass.
I cleared my throat and spoke up
Me: "Good morning daddy, food smells good."
My dad turned to look at me; his eyes were immediately drawn to my breast. He gave me a sly looking smile before responding.
Dad: "Good morning baby girl, I am glad to see that the three of you finally got up."
My hope that my girls would not betray my state of arousal where quickly extinguished.
My dad hastily turned back around to finish his food preparation, but the damage was done. My face blushed profusely due to my body selling me out; and all of the embarrassing and insecure feelings from yesterday came flooding back upon me. I had been reminded very fast that this was going to be another day of humiliation resulting from the consequences of my bad behavior the day before.
Dad had finished cooking and everything was now on the table. My stomach growled as it took in the sights and smells before me. There were scrambled eggs, maple bacon, hash browns, fruit, and a stack of waffles; there was also coffee and orange juice to drink. My dad sat down and waited for me to join him. I sat down and we both started serving ourselves.
Every time I reached for something my tits would flop around, and to make matters worse, my nipples always seemed to be pointing directly at my dad. As I settled into eat, I noticed my boobies were resting themselves on top of the table like two cantaloupes in a table top fruit bowl, a sight that did not go unnoticed by my dad. His head was slightly downward and his eyes where transfixed on my hooters while looking lost in thought with them.
I cleared my throat to break his concentration, and now with my own sly smiling look, teased my dad back for his earlier comment about my nipples.
Me: "Are you enjoying the sights daddy?"
My dad shook his head in surprise, lifted it back up straight, and looked at me.
Dad: "Oh, sorry princess, my mind wandered off in a daydream for a second there."
My dad had been staring directly at my titties with what appeared to me as intent. Did he like what he saw? Could I actually entice him with them to want me?
I was not going to let him off the hook so easy. I was going to make him uncomfortable; I was going to push him and his daughter boundaries.
I responded to him with sarcastic disbelief tone.
Me: "Really? So what exactly were you day dreaming about daddy?"
My dad looked nervous as he searched for his answer.
Dad: "I was just thinking about work today, I have to go over to one of the job sites and discuss the blue prints with Steve. It's a pretty big job we have going, and it could lead to a huge contract for us, so we need to get everything right. It should not take me long, and I should be home early this evening."
Steve is one of dad's job site foremen and one of his most trusted friends. I know him quite well; he came to the house every Friday to pick up the paychecks for his crew. Sometimes he would come over for one of my dad's poker nights or to watch football with my dad. They also liked to go out to local bars together.
My dad's answer to my teasing was an acceptable answer, but I was still not ready to let him off the hook so easily, so I continued to tease him.
Me: "Really daddy, is that all you were thinking about, or perhaps something else had your attention?"
My dad's face flushed red; he was now the one feeling embarrassed, and his expression soon turned into an uncomfortable defensiveness.
Dad: "Yes baby, that's all I was thinking; I'm sorry if I made you feel uneasy. I did not mean to look in the direction I did for as long as I did. You are my daughter, and I would never look at you inappropriately or want to make you feel uncomfortable in that way. Forgive me if that's what it felt like I was doing."
I could see that I had my dad out of his comfort zone, and his response was not one I had hoped for. I wanted him to tease me back in some way. I was hoping a little flirting between us would break the ice. The last thing I wanted him thinking is that he had made me feel uncomfortable, so I went into damage control mode.
Me: "No daddy, I did not take it like that; I was just teasing you a little, that's all. I know you would never look at me inappropriately. Let's just forget about it and enjoy our breakfast. You did a great job at cooking; everything is delicious daddy. Thank you for making it."
This seemed to pacify him, and we continued eating and enjoying our breakfast with each other. He threw out a few jokes which made me giggle and laugh. He could be very silly at times and knew how to make me giggle and laugh; daddies just always seem to know how to tickle their little girls.
No matter how many other friends we had, my dad and I always confessed that we were each other's best friend. I felt lucky to have the bond with him that I did, but I still wanted so much more. His worry about being inappropriate with me once again had left me feeling disheartened.
After fishing breakfast, my dad poured himself another cup of coffee and headed to the living room to watch the morning news. I cleaned up and washed the dishes as was my normal responsibility after all meals.
