The long walk to the bathroom seemed even longer as she dragged herself out of bed, rubbing the crust in her eyes, and scratching her shoulder. Like the fabled magic mirror she glanced at it wondering who, if she was the fairest, or at least different now that she was 18. With a quick splash to the face she made her journey to claim the wonderful prize of bacon. The scent wafting throughout the house, followed swiftly by roasted coffee. The mouth watering trail of awesome led her in a stupor to grab her favorite mug. Turning around she found her father's broad muscular back shirtless, manning bacon. Snorting she grabbed his attention.
"Didn't you know you're supposed to wear a shirt when you fry stuff?" the grease popped as she finished her question, only proving her point.
"Well, didn't you know you should wear pants when you leave your room?" his smirk turned unbidden as his gaze dropped to her small bikini style panties.
The carafe full of coffee was frozen mid air. It wasn't a conscious decision to leave her room without her pants, and with widened eyes she danced around the room looking for an out. No witty comeback for his remark, no secret set of pants lying about, no out. Setting the coffee down, she turned on her heels and disappeared down the hall. Never in her life had she forgotten to cover up. With an airy sigh of embarrassment it took her a moment to find her sweats. After a few deep, calming breaths, she returned to the kitchen, only to find him looking at her with sympathetic eyes.
"I see we found some pants." his smile lightened the mood, and she took a deep breath to follow his lead, "Yeah, the lost items here poster, helped."
Returning to the counter, she filled her cup with coffee and brought it to her lips. This drew his attention to her mouth. In that moment, he was back in front of his monitor, gazing at the beauty on his screen. The curved lips seductively inviting, dripping wet from the cascading shower. The slender neck, and high peeking collar bones welcomed his teeth, and then there were her soft buds beaded under the tank...Dress. Shaking the fog in his brain, he shouldn't think of porn at breakfast, not when bacon grease was popping loudly, one stray globe sizzling on his bare stomach.
"Holy sh.. I mean crap...I mean!" leaping back with a yelp, he grabbed a dish towel to wipe the hot grease burning his skin.
"Told ya." She quipped, smirking into her cup of joe. "Shoulda been wearing a shirt."
"Then go get me one," he mocked, "I'm slaving over this birthday breakfast. It is the least you could do."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't hurt yourself in there," Laughter was all he heard as she took a step out of the kitchen. The sway of her ass jiggling grabbed his gaze, and he thought back to the woman in the black dress. With a flex of his cock he was forced to shake his head like a lighthouse in a dense fog. Another loud crackle brought him back from the storm.
"One shirt, coming up," She called from the hallway, giving him only a moment's notice to catch it.
The navy blue Warriors shirt stretched against his broad shoulders covering his hard chest, and hill filled plains for abs. It wasn't till he was going back to finish the cooking that he realized just where Amanda must have gotten this shirt. In a bottom drawer right next to where he kept his hitachi wand, or personal massager as the website claimed it to be another item he hadn't used in some time. In a porn once some guy used it, and Nathan thought it looked exciting. He wondered if she noticed, but the fragrant honeyed scent of finished bacon reminded him of his task. While her dad finished making breakfast, Amanda busied herself with setting the table. They sat and ate in silence. Each thinking about the night before.
"Happy late Birthday by the way," he mumbled over the rim of his coffee cup. Trying to make casual he had missed her 18th birthday last week while away for work.
"Thanks Dad, but I noticed no birthday gifts," she watched him squirm in his seat, amused by his obvious discomfort.
"I know that...silly. I got you something. A late present," he recovered. This got her attention.
"Oh? What is it?" she beamed at him from across the table.
"I heard this, this silly rumor that you like shopping. Is that still true or we getting wee too old for that?" he mused.
She rose from the table swiftly, causing her breasts to sway under her tank.
"Actually, I was thinking... Since I'm going to be 18 and all. Maybe I should do something.. I don't know, more... grown up?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"Wellllll." Her cheeks flushed a bright pink as she hurried to put her dishes in the sink her generous breasts nearly scraping the sink. "I...was...thinking maybe..."
"Spit it out," he interrupted as he got up to put his dishes in the sink next to hers.
"Thatyoucouldtakemetogetapiercing." she blurted.
"Take you..," his footing seemed to be as lost as him, and he slipped forward causing his hand to brush against her breast as she turned toward him."For a piercing," he shrieked as he felt the soft give of her bare skin beneath the thin shirt.
"Well, yeah. I mean all the other girls are doing it and I figured, Why not? I mean I will be an adult. Please Dadddyyy?" she pleaded, batting her long lashes at him. She didn't dare look down at her traitorous nipples, knowing they'd be poking hard against her top after brushing against him. She bounced on the balls of her feet like she used to as a young child, only now, it made her full perky tits bounce too. By instinct of something primal she clasped her hands at her waist shoving a wealth of cleavage piercing out of her thin top.
"But a piercing...they... are so permanent. Wouldn't you rather do something a bit more."
"Nuh uh! I can take it out if I wanted," she interrupted. "Plus, at least it isn't smoking or drinking or drugs or or or..."
"Ok, Ok, I get the point. I just don't know, let me think on it ok?" It was hard for him to resist his daughter's pleading, especially when she was distracting him. Her bouncing breast was enough to drive any man insane and he needed space to catch his breath.
"Fiiiine." She whined and sulked off to her room, slamming the door.
He heaved a sigh of mournful relief. The girl would be his undoing, for that he was sure. He escaped to his den after finishing the dishes. Her music was blaring through the walls, so he figured he would seize the moment to relieve the pent up sexual tension from thinking of the porn all morning. He went straight for the dvd he started up last night. He hit play, and the scene he left off on filled the screen again. He watched the woman pounce around the room her black dress riding up. Her face, and full breasts filled the screen, and he thought back to breakfast, and remembered the softness of his daughter's skin. How easy it gave way against his finger, and remembered how long it had been since he had actually touched a woman. It must be why he was so pent up. He rubbed himself through his jeans absent mindedly, and when his focus returned to the screen the woman was naked. Her moans escaped his speakers, as he went to unbutton his jeans when he heard a rap at the door. With a sigh of frustration he turned off the T.V., and hobbled over to the door stuffing his cock into the waistband of his underwear.
***
Amanda was just about to knock when she heard voices coming from her father's room. She pressed an ear to the door, wondering who could be in there with him, when she heard loud and clear a woman's moan. She bit her lower lip and knocked timidly.
