Missy dried off and wrapped the towel around herself before leaving the bathroom. She made her way to her bedroom and started looking through her dresser. She found what she was looking for after a few minutes of shuffling around newer versus older clothing. She held up the old cotton gym shorts and briefly debated panties before deciding against. The shorts were a snug fit and looking in the mirror she saw half her butt cheeks exposed. She smiled.
The next article of interest was a half tank she hadn't worn in quite some time. She slipped this over her head and pulled it down, only it didn't go as far as it once did. In fact it only went an inch below her nipples. Missy stood in front of the mirror and lifted her arms up. She smiled again as she saw the hem of the shirt go from an inch below to an inch above her nipples. When she lowered her arms, the fabric hung up on those now very erect nipples. She adjusted the shirt so they were once again barely hidden. Missy knew from the internet that her nipples were darker and larger than average. She used to be self-conscious about this until she discovered the effect they had on the opposite sex. She wondered how they would affect her dad. She glanced at the mirror again. Her nipples made very noticeable indents in the fabric.
Van stood in his own room, in front of his own mirror, still very naked. Even with the mess he just made in the laundry room his cock was quick to stiffen, especially with the impure thoughts of his sweet little girl that kept forming detailed images in his head. The problem was she wasn't a little girl anymore. She was a woman now and sweet in a whole new way. His mind's eye saw Missy with her mouth so close to his rod. He could remember the precise feeling of his erection bumping up into her chin. Then seeing her bare breast in the shower, oh god what a magnificent tit, and that nipple, what he wouldn't give to play with that.
SHIT!! Van thought to himself. What the fuck am I doing. My little girl had an accident and now I am getting a boner thinking about it. He had always had a weakness for watersports, something his late wife had indulged him with but to be having these fantasies about Missy was just plain wrong. Van continued to chide himself and slowly his erection deflated. He pulled out a clean pair of boxers and slipped them on. He debated throwing on a shirt as well but didn't want Missy to think he was freaking out. Since her mom died, the two of them had relied on each other quite a bit and grown casually comfortable around each other. A pair of boxers weren't uncommon attire for him around the house, just as it wasn't out of the ordinary for Missy to traverse the hallways wearing only bra and panties. It would be best to act normal and try and forget this morning ever happened.
Van walked into the kitchen, started the coffee pot going, and cracked some eggs into a bowl. He was on the forth one when Missy walked in and his draw dropped. So much for forgetting how sexy is daughter had become.
"Umm, hon, do we need to buy you some new clothes?"
"Well Daddy, a girl can always use new clothes but I don't need any new clothes right now. Just figured these old things would be comfy for around the house."
"I just don't know how appropriate those are, you are practically naked."
"I'm not naked daddy, everything's covered. Although we could be at home nudists. We both got an eyeful this morning and the world didn't come to an end."
"Ahh, no, no to being nudists," Van replied, getting flustered.
"Oh well. Anyway I just wanted to thank you for this morning dad, you were awesome and totally not judgmental."
As Missy said this she closed the distance between her and her dad, raising her arms up to drape over his broad shoulders, and give him a big hug.
Van saw in slow motion the teeny shirt raise up with his daughter's arms and expose the most beautiful nipples he had ever seen. A moment later those nipples were pressed into his bare flesh, along with her soft warm melons.
"I love you daddy," she said into his ear.
"I love you too baby and there was nothing to be ashamed of. Urinating is a natural bodily function."
"Yes but most people don't piss on themselves," Missy countered.
"Perhaps not but accidents do happen. Hell, for some people it is a sexual fetish and they pee themselves or on their partners on purpose." Oh shit, why did he just say that.
Missy pulled her head back, so she was no longer cheek to cheek with her father but instead looking him in the eye. Their bodies remained pressed tightly together though and Missy was very much aware of her naked breasts against her daddy's skin.
"They do daddy?" She was laying on the use of "daddy" a lot thicker than normal but she was getting really turned on and the taboo was helping to fuel the heat between her legs. That wasn't the only thing either. She could feel her dad's rod start to get rigid and poke into her.
"Well, perhaps that wasn't a good example. I was just trying to illustrate that it doesn't have to be thought of as a disgusting thing." Van knew he was digging a hole and worst yet he had a raging hard-on and it was pushing into the warmth between her legs.
"Wow daddy, I didn't know people did that kind of stuff, maybe I will have to look it up on the internet. Bound to be some videos." Missy had heard of watersports before but never given it much thought. However it appeared her dad was a little more knowledgeable on the subject. Judging from his erection it was something that turned him on. Either that or just his daughter's tits.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't mind picking up my pee soaked panties," Missy said and sure enough she felt her dad's cock twitch.
"It wasn't a big deal but maybe I should finish making breakfast. I was going to make some omelets." Van said, his hands on her lower back. He wanted nothing more than to reach down and grab her cute, mostly exposed ass, and pull her tight against his throbbing cock. It was taking every ounce of self-control to resist.
Missy have her dad a quick kiss on the lips. Normally she went for the cheek but she had a feeling her relationship with her dad might be changing.
"Omelets sound awesome dad," she said before finally releasing him and taking a single step back, pretending to be oblivious to her now exposed breasts.
"Umm," her dad stuttered. Van was thankful that she was no longer pressed to him but now had a new dilemma.
"Yeah dad?"
Van reached his arms out, ignoring the very tiny voice in his head, and gently grabbed his daughter's shirt with both hands. The back of each of his hands was now resting on top of a boob. He slowly pulled the shirt down, his knuckles dragging lightly along her hard nipples, until the shirt was as far as it would go.
"We should keep those covered."
"Oh, sorry dad, didn't realize it had rode up."
While her dad's attention was focused on her breasts, Missy took the time to stare at the massive tent in his boxers. She remembered clearly what it looked like and so very much wanted to see it again. Maybe more.
"Well dad, I'm gonna go to my room while breakfast is cooking, do some research on the internet."
"Ok hon, it won't take long to cook."
Van watched his daughter walk away, admiring her shapely ass, a good part of which was hanging out. She was teasing him something fierce and he couldn't believe she didn't say a word when he ran his fingers over her hard nubs. When Missy was out of sight he pulled he solid manhood out and gave it a few strokes, precum already dripping out. He knew it would only take a minute to blow his load but got control over his lust and tucked it back in.
Missy went to her room, her nipples on fire from her dad's touch. That fire was spreading to her groin and she desperately wanted to quench those flames. However, the more evil side of her wanted to let the heat build. She wanted to use that growing desire to see how far she would take things.
She sat down at her desk and fired up her computer. A minute later she was doing a search for watersports, typing in various pee related searches.
Van finished up breakfast and started to call out for his daughter but decided he would walk down to her room. Her door was open and he saw her browsing through images but the angle wasn't good and he couldn't tell what she was viewing. He walked up and stood beside her.
"Hey hon, ..." the words died in his throat when he saw the pornographic display.
"Hey dad," Missy replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world to view porn with your father standing over your shoulder.
"I got curious about that whole thing you were talking about. You know people who pee on each other as part of sex. I would have thought it gross but it is kind of a turn on. Here look at this one video."
Missy pulled up a video of a man, similar in age to her father, lying on a blanket in the middle of an open field. The man is naked and his cock is hard pointing up at a 45 degree angle. The camera pans out a little and you see a younger woman, also naked, standing at the man's feet. She then positions herself over the stiff rod, crouches down, and lets loose a golden torrent of hot liquid, completely soaking the hard prick.
Missy looked up and saw her dad's eyes glued to the monitor. She then looked down and saw his impressive erection growing to push out against his boxers. There was a noticeable wet spot where the head was meeting the fabric. Missy wanted very much to reach out and grab hold of it.
"What do you think dad?"
Van came to his senses. "Um, breakfast is ready, we should go eat before it gets cold." He turned and walked out of his daughter's room, realizing only then that his manhood was once again rock hard.
Missy walked into the kitchen and saw her omelet sitting on the counter. She sat down on the bar stool and spun to face her dad, who was sitting on the stool next to her. It was a Denver style omelet, with eggs and onions and peppers and cheese and it was delicious. Her dad was one of the best cooks she knew.
"Mmm dad, this is terrific," she said between bites.
"I know they are one of your favorites," he replied, bringing his eyes up from her body that looked way more appetizing than the food on his plate.
"So do you have any plans for the day, or night," Van asked his daughter.
"I was thinking I might go to the mall with Sally this afternoon. Then I thought it might be fun to hang out with you tonight," Missy told her dad with a smile.
"You want to be cooped up in the house with me on a Saturday night? That's not like you"
"I thought we could rent some movies, maybe you would let me have a few drinks. Have some quality daddy/daughter time."
"I guess we can do that," Van replied.
Missy finished her breakfast and got up to rinse her plate off and get some coffee. The cupboard with the coffee cups was just above the coffee maker and Missy's back was to her father as she reached up and grabbed a cup. She added some sugar and creamer and poured a hot serving.
Van watched as Missy went on tiptoe and reached her arms up to get a cup. His eyes glued to that perfect body. He watched as she turned around and headed back to the stool, sitting down and facing him. Once again that little shirt had rode up and exposed her breasts. Missy appeared to be completely oblivious to this wanton display but Van suspected it was just an act. She was looking down and blowing gently on her coffee, allowing him ample chance to stare. After a moment she looked up when his eyes were still glued to her chest.
"You know dad, we haven't spent as much time together lately and before you know it I will be headed off to college. I love you dad and I want to make sure we get some time together before it's too late."
