"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?"
Greg sighed in defeat. It was only their first morning and he was already deciding the whole vacation idea was a complete failure. He was starting to feel irritated and didn't want to end up saying something to his daughter that he'd end up regretting later on.
"Okay, fine. Have it your way," he finally said. "So we're stuck here for the next two weeks sharing a bungalow, but we can still have separate vacations. You just go your way and I'll go mine. We don't even have to talk to each other."
Greg regretted the outburst before he even finished talking, but he was completely out of ideas. He expected his moody daughter to agree with him, but all she did was get up in a huff, grabbing her beach bag, and stormed off angrily in the direction of the sand. He watched his daughter walk away, and despite being angry with her he couldn't help watching the pendulous sway of her ass. Her bikini barely covered her firm, round cheeks, and it was easy to see through her mesh wrap. He'd never seen that outfit before, neither the bikini nor the flimsy wrap. It had to be one of the new outfits her mother had taken her out to buy for the vacation. Greg felt like he was boiling inside, but he couldn't deny how incredible the girl looked.
The frustrated father took a deep breath and forced himself to calmly finish his coffee and fruit. He wished he hadn't let Marlee see how upset she made him, and also wished he could think of the right way to get to her.
Glancing off toward the pool area, Greg noticed that the majority of women and girls weren't wearing tops. Glancing down toward the beach he found the same thing. It was a completely different atmosphere than the beaches they knew back home. Marlee might've been comfortable going topless in her father's backyard, but how would she feel about it here with all kinds of people around? He wasn't so sure how he felt about it himself. He couldn't pretend he didn't enjoy the view, but this was totally new for his daughter.
The sight of freely exposed tits did a lot to calm Greg's nerves, but he put them out of his mind for the moment and finished his breakfast. After, he grabbed his things and took the same path toward the beach his daughter had taken a few minutes earlier. The beach was still only sparsely populated, with the resort guests forming a much thicker crowd around the pool where the bar and restaurants were easier to take advantage of.
Greg kept walking until he saw his daughter sitting by herself on her towel. She looked sad and forlorn, like she didn't even notice the lush, tropical surroundings. Her father's heart sank and he wished he hadn't let her see him lose his cool. He wanted to go over and sit with her, but thought they probably both needed a cooling off period, so he found a spot slightly behind her where he could still see her but give her some space.
He tried to concentrate on the book he'd brought along for beach reading, but he was paying more attention to his daughter. For that matter, there were plenty of amazing looking females on the beach, many who were topless, but Greg's eyes always came back to his girl. To him she was the most beautiful creature on the entire beach. He wondered, and even started hoping, if she'd take off her top and bare her luscious tits like so many of the others there. Even though she didn't, he noticed how many of the males that walked by her spot turned their heads to check out her amazing body. Every time a guy did so, Greg felt a mixture of jealousy and protectiveness. But then he also found himself feeling a little turned on and proud that his daughter was so sexy and appealing.
There were a couple of guys who stopped and talked to Marlee for a minute or two. Greg could tell from their expressions and body language that they were hitting on her. Each time it happened, he thought about getting up and going over to her spot to put an end to these strange guys trying to pick up his skimpily clad, teenaged daughter on the beach. Yet it was Marlee herself who discouraged them. Her father couldn't hear what was being said, but his daughter's body language was clear. She wasn't interested. This actually surprised the man. Even though she wasn't at home in her comfort zone at her father's private pool where only he or her friends ever saw her, she still chose to bring along revealing outfits that earned a girl as sexy as her plenty of attention.
Marlee got up from her spot a couple of times to go into the water and swim a little. Both times, when she came back out of the water Greg couldn't take his eyes off her. Her hair and skin were soaking wet and glistening in the sun. Her scant bikini was stuck to her sumptuous tits and pouty looking camel toe. The sight made her father's pulse race as he watched her slowly walk back from the water to her beach towel.
Greg couldn't help wondering if Marlee's attitude lately had anything to do with the way he'd been looking at her. A girl like her had to notice these things. Maybe she resented him. Yet she kept coming to the pool and sunbathing topless when she knew he was home. It was like she was encouraging him. But that couldn't be it. That was just crazy.
Greg promised himself he would let himself get upset with her again. Certainly not while they were on vacation together. Considering her attitude it wasn't going to be easy, but he'd just have to find a way. But if he could just be consistent in showing his daughter that he loved and cared about her like no one else in the world then everything would work out. And he'd just have to find a way to keep from noticing her hot sexuality, too.
Greg finally managed to open his book for a few minutes, but it wasn't long before he noticed Marlee gathering up her things and walking toward him. He couldn't stop watching the girl move as she approached, the sway of her slender hips, the mesmerizing wobble of her beautifully ripe tits in her skimpy top.
