It's hard to say when it started. It seemed so gradual, small changes now and again, moves bolder and bolder. My daughter Jane (we call her Janie) just had her 19th birthday and still lives with us even though she has finished high school and was finishing her second year of college. We live in a small town outside of Kansas City and enjoy the small town America life. My wife Ellen works in town in the school district offices as an office administrator. Janie is still "undeclared" but she is running out of time.
We are all physically fit and healthy. Ellen and I are in our late forties, very active, and sexually satisfied with each other. At least I am and hope she is. Janie became sexually active in her senior year of highschool. We found this out by accident when we visited her room one day thinking she was not home and surprised her, her boyfriend, and ourselves. That put an edge on the house for a few days. Ellen talked with Janie and arranged to have her start taking the birth control pill.
One day it became apparent that the clothes Janie wore when her mom was away was different than what she wears when Ellen is home. This became apparent one morning when Janie came down for breakfast in her nightclothes. She had on panties and an old souvenir tee shirt we got when vacationing at a Florida them park. There was nothing wrong with the clothes but they weren't right for the breakfast room. The tee shirt came down to mid hip level and the panties were a little on the brief side.
Ellen goes in early for office duty three days each week and some Saturdays. This was one of those mornings. Janie wandered around the kitchen trying to decide on breakfast and while checking the refrigerator and pantry the tee shirt just could not do it's duty of keeping her covered. Her butt cheeks peaked out from the panty and the tee shirt did little to cover the nipples of a young girl. I was too embarrassed to say anything at the time. I did start to get a bit turned on by the sight though. After selecting some cereal she settled in for her breakfast and the incident came to pass with no more thought although it did leave me with a slight erection.
The rest of the week was normal and I forgot all about it but on the next three days that Ellen went to work early the same thing happened. Down for breakfast in a tee shirt and panties, browse around giving me a hard-on and then back up to her room to get dressed for school. This seemed to go on for weeks and I must admit that I was enjoying it and starting to look forward to the days that Ellen left early. The next week the game as I had began calling it took a step up. Not a large step but certainly an escalation in the morning routine. This time, on a Monday, Janie came down, same tee shirt, but the panties were definitely different. Smaller by a lot in comparison to the previous. Over the next few weeks the panties seemed to get smaller and now they were always pulled into the ass crack when she came down. There was no sign of pubic hair and believe me I looked when I got chances. She must have been shaving. I could see the outline of her pussy lips through the thin material and she has a nice pubic mound. My mornings were great but the massive hard-on was becoming obvious and I constantly tried to find ways to cover it.
Then if not a bomb shell it was at least a M3. She came down in a thong, a micro thong. This time I had to say something. I told her the clothes were not appropriate for the breakfast room and should find more to cover up with when she came down. I then added that I didn't think the thong was really appropriate for anytime. She, of course, just blew off my concerns saying that it was just us and no one cares. I was relieved that it didn't go any further because now I had done my duty as a good father and my conscious was clear. I might also mention the tee shirt had now become a little shorter and when she bent over to check out the pantry or refrigerator the hem would fall away from her body and I could see her breasts hanging free. I could no longer hide my hard-on and must admit that I didn't try as much now.
Over the next couple weeks I found out that she had several thongs. I hadn't known she had any until now. The thong disappeared into her but cheeks the thong crotch was working into her pussy lips. There was nothing I could do now. I was out of control and wanting more which happened the next Wednesday morning. I was as always in the kitchen at the breakfast bar wearing my robe having coffee and awaiting her arrival. I was getting hard now even before she came down. Today was different. Much different. Today she arrived pulling her hair back into a pony tail, the short tee shirt lifted to expose the bottom of her breasts but the surprise was she was not wearing the thong. She was wearing nothing on the bottom. Her pussy was shaved except for a small patch at top. Her tan lines, though fading, framed her pussy like a picture. As usual she came over to give me my good morning kiss but this time her lips brushed my ear and lingered a little. Her hand rested on my leg next to my cock. It's amazing that a father can watch his practically nude daughter busy herself around the kitchen making her breakfast and sit there and do nothing but look. It was all I could do but we were still pretending that there was nothing wrong with what we were doing.
