I put the plates out serving some of the eggs onto each. Picking the crispier of the bacon, I deposit it on one of the egg laden plates and pour a glass of milk. Sitting in my chair, I began picking from my plate, mindlessly scrolling on my phone. Not much time had passed before I hear the stairs creaking and see a rumpled girl descending them. She rubbed her eyes, coming to sit across from me. Her long blond hair is in need of a brushing, but she doesn't look at me, just begins shoveling food into her mouth.
"Did you sleep well princess?" I asked, pocketing my phone and leveling a smile at her. She's grown into such a beautiful woman, the very picture of her mother, if a bit more full in butt and bust.
"I had a dream that the kids in my class made fun of me." She said around her inflated cheeks. I nod for her to continue, and she picks up a piece of bacon. Her eyes linger on it as she snaps it in half with an almost inaudible crack, before she devours it.
"They called me a bimbo. And a slut." She said, munching thoughtfully. She wore one of my old shirts, revealing the tantalizing expanse of her milky thigh. I was tempted to lean down and take a bite, but I kept my attention trained on her sorrowful expression.
"Do you want to get some new clothes? Maybe you're worried about being provocative in what you've been wearing." I suggested. She frowns at this, and I reconsider.
"You think I dress like a slut?" She asked. I tried recalling what she'd been wearing to school of late, I knew I'd been looking so I wondered how many other eyes she'd caught.
"I know your mother could dress like a nun and still be hit on, and you're sexier than she is so it's a possibility-"
"You think I'm sexy?" She asked. I shut my mouth. Damn, I needed to stop thinking about my daughter like this, she's my little girl, sure she was 19, and yes I'd found condoms in her room before, but she wasn't mine to think about. Not like that anyway. It was wrong. I stood and gathered the plates, but she caught my hand, trying to get me to look in her eyes. "Daddy, you think I'm sexy?" She asked again. Finally, I consented, raising my eyes to meet hers. She didn't look disgusted, or angry, or any other bad thing I was expecting. She just looked curious.
"You look just like your mother, it's hard not to notice." I said weakly. She seemed to accept this answer, and let go. I brought the dishes to the kitchen and deposit them in the sink.
"Can you take me to the mall?" She asked from the other room.
"Of course princess." I figured that was the end of it. She'd agreed to my suggestion, the matter was solved.
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I got dressed, and waited for her to be ready. She came out of her room in a thin green tank top tucked into a black skirt that was barely long enough to cover her. The material of her top was thin enough that I could see her areolas if I stared, which I tried not to.
"Ready Daddy?" She asked, seeming to not notice me oggling her breasts. I nodded, dully, and led to the car. Upon arrival, we walked around a bit and she went into a few stores and I bought her a few things, not paying attention. When she was content with her haul, we went to the food court.
"Hungry?" I asked, looking at the options.
"Can we get Cinnabon?" She asked.
"Of course princess." We walked over and, instead of asking for what she wanted, she leaned against my arm, and whispered her order in my ear. I didn't hear it, because I was staring at her tits, which strained in their material, as they were pressed against my arm. "Huh?" I said.
"A cinnabon with extra icing." She repeated. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like she lingered on the final word. Was she suggesting...? No, I ordered her food and we sat while I watched her eat.
"Aren't you hungry Daddy?" She asked. I shook my head. Come to think of it, when did she start calling me daddy? She hadn't done that since middle school. She shook her head and came around the table to sit on my lap. "Here, we can share." She said, ripping off a piece of her roll, and holding it to my lips. I didn't know what to do with my hands. I didn't know where to put my eyes. My mouth felt dry and sticky. "Come on Daddy, put it in your mouth." She giggled girlishly. I opened my mouth and allowed her to push the confectionary in. My lips closed around her fingers and tentatively licked the icing on her digits. "You act like I've never sat on your lap before." She giggled again, and moved my hands to rest on her hips. "Oh I almost forgot my phone." She lifted about an inch off my crotch to reach her phone across the table before plopping back down. I groaned, unable to hold it back.
