Scott Sanderson had a big problem, and she was standing right in front of him. His beautiful daughter Jenna was a brand new eighteen years old, and was celebrating by prancing around the house in her new string bikini. Such articles of clothing were never allowed in the Sanderson household, but as Jenna had flatly put it, she was now an adult and was going to pick out her own clothing, whether he liked it or not.
That was probably about the time a normal parent would step in and give the last warning "Follow my rules or find a new house", but the Sanderson household was anything but normal. After his wife had left him alone with a thirteen year old Jenna and a note saying she wouldn't be back, so don't look for her, he had pretty much raised her on his own.
But to his dismay, he soon realized that the sight of a blossoming young teenager running the household was more than a man his stature could stand. With a toss of her blond hair or a bat of her long lashed blue eyes, she could make a man harden with lust from a fifteen foot distance.
Her body had filled out completely this past summer, losing the last traces of the babyfat that had plagued her stomach and cheeks, leaving model material behind. Her firm curves were usually encased in something stylish but utterly unrevealing as Scott had struggled to ignore the fact that his baby girl was becoming one heck of a beauty queen.
But today was the day Jenna had finally put her foot down. With a touch of a whine in her soft voice, she had firmly told him that she was going to wear what she wanted, when she wanted, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. Besides, she had added, it wasn't as if she was out partying and having sex, was it? What harm could a few new clothes do?
Staring at her young, curvy body encased in the thinnest pink fabric imaginable, Scott realized just how much harm it could do. With a giggle, Jenna whirled around, causing several particular areas to bounce prettily. His mouth ran dry as he stared in horror at the straining fabric that struggled to keep his daughter encased in a somewhat suitable manner.
"There is no way in hell you're going out in that...that...thing." Scott said sharply, trying to ignore the lust that flared to life inside him every time a flash of Jenna's long tanned thigh was revealed.
"But Daddy..." Jenna's full lips fell into a pout, "We talked about this already. It's just a bathingsuit, and it's just a little party with a few friends. All the other girls have been wearing bikini's for years, I don't see what the problem is!"
The problem was standing right in front of him, with her lips pursed and her hands on her hips. Scott shook his head, trying to clear it, "No, I'm sorry sweetie, but I can't in my right mind allow you to go to a party like that. Why, the guys will fall on you like raving beasts if they saw your body like that!"
Jenna eyed him strangely, "What do you mean, Daddy? It's an all-girls party, I made sure of it. I know how weirded out you get when you think I'm going on something that resembles a date."
"Yeah, you say that now, but I know how you girls are. Some guys will stop by and insist on coming in, and before you know it, its a co-ed party thats more than just a little bit dangerous." Scott said stiffly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Jenna giggled again, "You think walking across the street in a tank top is dangerous, Daddy. The minute some guy sees me, he'll crash into a pole and there will be a twelve car pile up. You sure do have a high opinion of me." Her smile faded into a frown, "But I don't think that would happen, I mean really! I swear, if any guys show up, I will leave, honestly!"
"No way, try again chica. You're just going to have to take that bathingsuit back. I did agree you could start wearing some things more to your own taste, but I'm not going to have my daughter go out and look like eyecandy for any male who has eyes." Scott said firmly.
"But Daddy..." Jenna's voice rose into a whine, "Pretty please...?"
"No, and that's final, young lady." Scott answered
Jenna's eyes narrowed darkly, and she whirled around to stomp out of the room. Her foot caught on the edge of the tile and sent her sprawling on the floor with a cry. Scott was at her side in an instant, his face flooded with concern as he checked her for cuts and bruises.
"Babygirl, are you alright?" He murmured, gently stroking back her long blond hair that had covered her face.
She nodded slowly as he ran his fingers though her hair, "Mmm...Daddy that feels good. Remember when you used to brush my hair when we watched television? I don't know why we stopped doing that, it could put me to sleep it feels sooo good."
Scott winced inwardly as her purring voice caused him to harden instantly. He quickly shifted positions so she wouldn't feel anything, and then continued stroking her hair softly as she blinked up at him, "I don't know either, sweetie." His hands reached her neck, and he intensified the pressure to a slow rub that had her arching against his hand.
"Ahh...Daddy, I haven't had a massage in ages! Will you do my back for me, please? I think I hit it a little when I fell, and it's a little sore..." She moaned softly as he rolled her shoulders under his palms, "Ohh...yes...thats it, right there...mmm..."
Scott felt his mouth go dry as she wiggled under the motion of his hands. The tanned line of her back was marred only by the tiny pink string that held the bikini top fastened tightly. Her delectable rear end was lushly outlined in the fabric, and he gently ran his fingertips down the line of her back, causing her to raise up slightly, giving him an even better view.
