"Sometimes I wish I'd moved farther away after the divorce instead of taking the house next door," Greg told his eighteen-year-old daughter, Marlee, setting his cup down on the table between them. They were sitting together in the open-air café at the resort they'd checked into the night before, having some fruit and coffee for breakfast before walking out to the beach just beyond the patio.
"How come?" she asked. She did that thing where she cast her eyes off to the side to show how uninterested she was. That's how Greg knew he had her attention. If she were really uninterested she would have been doing something on her phone.
"Because I think we would've spent more time together," he replied. "We could've had whole weekends and holidays just to ourselves."
"Sure, Dad, whatever," she replied, barely looking at him.
After Greg divorced Marlee's mother, he took advantage of an opportunity to take the house next door to where they'd all been living. Since Greg and his ex had parted on cordial terms, they agreed it would be good for their daughter to have both of her parents close. The idea had seemed to work for the most part, but with Greg being right next door, he seemed to see less and less of his daughter as she got older. It was like she took it for granted that he was always there. Now, Marlee would be starting college in the fall, and Greg wanted to make sure their relationship was on solid ground before she became deeply involved in college life.
Greg had done as much as he could think of to make it so she wanted to spend time with him. She had a bigger bedroom than the one at her mother's house, with a state-of-the-art computer and a private bath. He'd even installed a pool in the backyard, and she often took advantage of it, either on her own or bringing friends over to use it, but somehow it got to the point where his daughter would come and go and barely spend any actual time with her father. Many times she'd just walk over and go straight back to the pool without going inside.
Her father had also noticed her bikinis getting skimpier and skimpier, and she even started taking off her top and sunning topless. Her tits were now somewhere between a B and C cup, and she would brazenly expose them even when she knew her father was in the house. It was like she was daring him to go out and tell her to put her top back on. But he never did.
He never imagined he'd end up missing his own daughter while she was living right next door. Sometimes he went out to sit with her by the pool, but she just grew more and more distant and harder to talk to, but never while she was topless. Her tits were so round and shapely now. They were even bigger than her mother's, but Greg didn't join her when she was topless mainly because he didn't want to get caught staring at them. It was bad enough he spent as much time as he did watching her sunbathe through one of the windows. It was even worse that she made his cock hard, and the last thing he needed to do was go out and sit with her when she was topless and end up with a hard on he couldn't control. She'd probably freak out and hate him forever.
Yet there were still times that Greg wondered if his daughter knew he watched her. Was it possible her rebellious toplessness was even supposed to be some kind of challenge?
Marlee had been a true daddy's girl most of her life, but over the last couple of years she started to grow distant. Now, the girl in the skimpy black string bikini and see-through beach wrap sitting across the table was practically a stranger. Yet Greg couldn't help being stunned by what his daughter turned into. She was more beautiful than even her mother now, with her long, dark brown hair and full tits, along with a shapely ass and legs that were just shy of thick.
Greg hardly knew who he was looking at, and it was impossible to keep from paying attention to the girl's luscious body. He knew he was looking at her with much more than simple fatherly interest, yet she didn't seem to care one way or the other. She barely made eye contact with him even when he was talking to her directly.
"That's why I thought this vacation would be a good idea," he went on, hoping they could get back some of the closeness they had when she was younger. Yet she was a totally different girl now. It was almost like going on vacation with a stranger. A very hot, sexy stranger.
"Okay, yeah, well we're here. We're spending time together."
Greg sighed with exasperation. It was going to be a long two weeks if things kept going the way they were.
"I miss my daughter," he told her, reaching the end of his wits.
"Pfff. That's the dumbest thing I ever heard."
"Why?"
"Cuz I'm sitting right here. And we even live next door to each other. We see each other practically every day. You can't miss somebody you see every day."
"That's not the same as being close," her father pointed out. "We used to be like best friends. You were my little girl. It's practically like you hate me now."
"That's dumb. You're my dad. I don't hate you, okay? And in case you haven't noticed, I'm not a little girl anymore."
Marlee rolled her eyes as if he'd said something incredibly stupid.
"I'm aware of that," he said, deadpan. He kept his expression hidden behind his dark sunglasses, but he couldn't help taking a look at the ripe tits her bikini top barely contained.
"Whatever," she said, looking away.
"Let's try not to fight, okay? Let's see if we can get through a morning without sniping."
The girl quickly put on her own sunglasses and flashed a big, phony smile at her father. "See how happy I am?"
