18-year-old Noel, a bright, beautiful, and fiery redhead, had spent the last month of summer feeling lost and not knowing which direction she wanted to take in her life. She spent day after day wandering around her parent's house aimlessly while listening to her mother bitch about her slacker attitude. Finally, today she had the house to herself, maybe today she'd be able to clear her head enough to make a decision. Or, she hoped, at least she'd figure out how to break it to her mom that she'd decided she wasn't going to college.
Noel pulled on her headphones, turned up her music, and dug through her dresser to find her favorite ratty old white t-shirt and a pair of comfortable cotton panties. Then she grabbed a towel from the hallway closet and walked through the partially open bathroom door, where, when the steam hit her, forcing her to lift her head, she froze. Daddy stood partially hunched over in the shower stream, one arm propped up against the wall, holding his weight as his other arm worked double-time, jerking his meat.
Through the clear curtain Noel could see every detail, the rippling muscles in Daddy's arms as they tightened and released, the rounded purple head of his cock bouncing rapidly with his fast, hard strokes up and down his veiny shaft. Noel's pussy fluttered, coming to life at the scene that played out a few feet in front of her. Slowly, not wanting him to notice her, Noel pulled her headphones off her ears and left them around her neck as she backed out of the doorway a bit, staying inside just enough so she could continue to watch even though she knew it was wrong.
Hugging her clothes and towel tightly, she watched the muscles in Daddy's legs bulge and twitch. His body shifted, making Noel's heart pound and her fight-or-flight response activate, but she stayed, hopelessly glued to what was playing out in the shared family shower.
"Oh fuck, oh yeah, that's it." Daddy grunted, "There it is, fuck," he let out a long, low grunt just before a wad of thick white goo shot out of him and splattered on the back of the shower wall. The rest of his load was lost in the mix with the water showering down on him to Noel's eyes, but she was fascinated by what she saw... and incredibly turned on.
Over the next few days, Noel found herself replaying that scene she'd witnessed in the bathroom over and over in her mind. She'd also noticed herself subtly flirting with her dad and wearing her most provocative and revealing outfits when she knew he'd be home, even if her mom was too. She didn't want to admit it, but seeing him like that had sparked a little crush, and nothing had ever turned her so much. She refused to allow herself to think about it too much because she wasn't quite ready to believe that what she really wanted was to do much more than just watch him again.
"Hey, Daddy," she greeted him with a smile, walking into their small living room. "Where's Mom?"
"Hi, Baby. Mom's outside, planting those flowers she bought yesterday."
"Oh," Noel frowned, her short skirt fluttering up over her lacey panties as she plopped down on the couch beside her dad.
"What's wrong, Baby Girl?" Daddy asked, putting his arm around her as she lay her head on his chest.
"Nothing," she sighed.
"Mom still on your case about your plans?" his hand dropped over her shoulder and brushed against her braless breast, sending an excited shiver up her spine.
"Every day."
"I'm sure she's just worried about you."
"Sure," Noel rolled her eyes. She pulled on his fingers that hung over her breast and pretended not to notice that her action pulled his palm against her tit. The moisture building between her legs confirmed what she'd been trying to deny to herself.
Daddy either didn't notice or didn't mind until suddenly his hand snapped back away from her breast, landing innocently on her shoulder when the front door opened and Mom emerged through it. Noel looked at his hand and then at his face, which had blushed a deep red in his fur-covered cheeks. Slowly, the weight of the truth landed on her as the thought occurred to her that Daddy had been fully aware that he'd been groping her breast this whole time. Hadn't he? The sexy clothes and all the light-hearted flirting, had he noticed those as well?
"I'm gonna go lie down for a bit," Noel announced, popping up from the couch and quickly scurrying away.
After a cool shower on a particularly hot morning, Noel pulled on her tiny mini skirt and even tinier low cut crop top that was short enough to show off her underboob if she lifted her arms too high. She looked in the mirror, realizing that the white top was also sheer enough to show off the dark circles of her areola. Smiling, happy with her outfit, she looked around the small bathroom for the little lacey panties she thought she'd brought from her bedroom and shrugged when she couldn't find them. She pulled her wet hair back off her shoulders, leaving it to dry naturally as she brushed some light makeup onto her face before leaving the bathroom to go in search of her missing panties.
"Noel, is that you?" Daddy called from down the hall in the master bedroom.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Will you come here, please?"
Noel sighed, not wanting to run into Mom this early in the morning, but also eager to see Daddy and show off her present outfit, which she was very proud of. Since the day on the couch, she'd paid closer attention to how Daddy responded when Mom wasn't around vs. when she was. They didn't get much time alone, but it had become clear to her that Daddy was much more relaxed, his eyes and hands more apt to wander, when Mommy wasn't in sight.
"Woah, what are you doing?" she asked, turning into his bedroom to find him standing on a ladder and holding a drill.
"I've been wanting to change these light fixtures for years. I figured now is as good a time as any. I could really use your help with this."
"Yeah, sure. What can I do?"
He laughed, "Well, you could start by plugging this drill in for me."
Noel followed the long cord extending from the power drill in Daddy's hand and joined him in laughing when she saw the end lying loose by the outlet. "I think I can do that," she said, still giggling as she walked across the room. "Where's Mom?" she asked, before bending to plug in the drill.
