The Wayward Daughter (Tyr + Laila)

[Laila]

Refusal was not something Bianca was accustomed to. When she demanded something she generally tended to get it. It could be the attention of the all the boys she had previously wrapped so tightly around her pinky, or the stammering acquiescence of her mother when Bianca clamored for money. This was true until this morning.

The morning was still painfully branded into Bianca's memory. She grimaced as the bus jolted her out of her thoughts, sending her lurching in her seat. Her breasts, already struggling to stay within the confines of her butter yellow tank top, bobbed jauntily. Bianca caught a man sitting two rows away ogling her and gave him a venomous glare. She was not in the mood to deal with the carnivorous gazes of men, though she knew how to throw an offhand snipe that tended to make most slink off. Bianca's phone gave a muted ring from within the confines of her purse. She peered into it, and her plump pink tinged lips curled into a scowl. It was her mother.

"Fucking bitch," she muttered under her breath, reaching into her phone and stabbing a button with one finger until the ringtone died.
Her mother's pathetic countenance was still etched into Bianca's memory.
"Bianca, you know...this is a small town," her mother had finally said that morning, after standing hesitantly for a while at the doorway of Bianca's room. She looked like an animal that wanted to flee, with her pale watery eyes widened in trepidation. Bianca had barely glanced away from her reflection, and made no sign of having heard her mother as she ran her fingers through her wavy dark brown locks.
"P-people hear things very e-easily you know. That happens in small towns. So you see...when...when..." Bianca's mother trailed off, unsure how to continue and unsure if her daughter was even paying her any heed.
Bianca was not deaf to her mother's bumbling words but she was mostly preoccupied posing in front of her mirror as she modeled the new low cut yellow tank top and skintight miniskirt she had just purchased. The clothes clung deliciously to her steep curves. The tank top let an ample amount of cleavage escape, the exposed skin of her breasts sun-kissed and supple. Her ass was round and prominent, and the skirt was snug enough to display these features.
"Bianca? Bianca! I-I'm trying to talk to you here," Bianca's mother seemed to brace herself as she inhaled deeply. "You can't go around wh-whoring yourself out to every boy that comes along anymore. Everybody finds out. And they look at me l-like it's...like it's my fault that my daughter's a sl-slut!!" Bianca's mother finally spat out. Bianca stopped caressing the pronounced slope of her own hips and slowly turned to look at her mother, her crystalline blue eyes wide in genuine shock. Her mother was breathing hard now, a vaguely maniacal glint in her eyes.
"You've been such a f-fucking burden for the past few years. Everybody blames me f-for you. And every time I bring home a man, h-he just stares at you in your little trampy clothes," her voice was strained and breathy, like she was on the verge of choking, but she continued. "I know how to fix you though. I'm sending you to your father. You're nineteen now, done with h-high school. He'll take care of you now!" she finished triumphantly, the smallest trace of a vindictive smile appearing on her face.
"What?" Bianca had exclaimed, taking a threatening step towards the other woman. "You can't do that to me! You fucking whore!" she had shrieked, and was about to continue her tantrum when she was ceased by a sharp slap to her face.

Bianca rubbed her cheek as the bus hissed and reeled away from the bus stop, leaving her forlorn figure there, along with her bags. She pulled down at the hem of her miniskirt, suddenly and strangely self-conscious. She had never met this man she was supposed to call her father. Not even vague memories existed, since her mother had left him just shortly after Bianca had turned one. Would he be as malleable like her mother had been? Or should she expect something entirely different?

 

[Tyr]

Jarrod hadn’t heard from Jenifer his ex in years, the only time was when she wanted more money, especially alimony. Damn they had been in love when he was young, everything so new and fresh, the sex incredible. He joined the military and the first time he showed up in uniform, he thought she was going to tear his outfit off. They had a good life, and everything was going along so well, including the birth of their daughter Bianca, till he was deployed overseas. The military had offered him a way to get ahead, and make a life for his family, so he made the sacrifices that were necessary, knowing he did it for the right reasons. The only problem was Jenifer wasn’t ready or willing to make the sacrifices, and while deployed overseas, she continued to like men in uniform. Though it wasn’t till his return home that he found out, not that she said a thing, but the rumors all started to add up, till he confronted her. Even though he’d done the right thing, he lost, and she got everything.

So he restarted his life, with a new attitude towards love and relationships. No longer did he have to love, honor and cherish, for him to be happy. He found new and exciting thrills by engaging in far different relationships than he’d been brought to engage in. The woman weren’t put on pedestals and given undying love; instead he found far greater pleasure in having them at his feet serving his will. Anger he had toward his ex wife Jenifer, now guided how he sought satisfaction. Even though the relationship was long dissolved, the changes it wrought on him were still part of his life today.

So when he received the short and rather uninformative call from his ex, he was surprised. The details of the issues were rather vague as she simply told him that Bianca needed to live somewhere else for awhile. It didn’t totally surprise him, he’d made his last payment of support, just a month or two ago, and now Jenifer wanted to dump Bianca on him.

Jarrod lived in a rural area that had houses, and small farms. After serving twenty years and retiring, he was lucky enough to get a job consulting for a firm with close ties to the military. With ample funds available he bought a property on several acres, and telecommutes enjoying the freedom it offered. Still in excellent shape for being forty-one, he headed into town to pick up his daughter. His dark hair cut close to his head, it showed the first signs of gray. Standing 6’2” he was an imposing person, with a stern and commanding look, coming from years of service in the military. Wearing jeans and a simple dark shirt, he drove his pickup truck to the bus station. Really not knowing what Bianca looked like now, hopefully she would recognize him first. The drive was less than fifteen minutes, and he was at the bus station, hoping he didn’t miss his daughter.

 

[Laila]

Bianca tilted her head upwards, her dark hair snaking around her neck with the movement. It looked like it might rain soon. She shivered where she stood as a slight wind picked up, her arms now crossed over her chest as she hugged herself in an attempt to warm herself. Scanning the area she mumbled miserably to herself, bright eyes flashing in the rage that was left over from that morning.

A pickup truck slowed to a stop nearby and Bianca scrutinized it warily. She loved to fuck men, but she also held a firm belief that most of them were complete scumbags that would take advantage if they could. So she tended to be careful around anything or anybody that raised hairs on the nape of her neck. A man dressed sharply and of an imposing figure climbed out, and seemed to be searching for something. Since she was a solitary figure at the bus stop it did not take much mental effort to figure out who he was. Inhaling deeply and lifting her chin up just so he would know she was not some demure little thing, she approached the man. "'scuse me? Are you Jarrod?"

 

[Tyr]

Jarrod pulled up and parked, the bus station really wasn’t impressive, just a small building with a parking lot. The skies were a cloudy and air had that damp heavy feeling of possible rain. So he hopped out and heads toward the building hoping he didn’t pick out the wrong girl. There was the normal type of people coming and going, that you would expect. There was even a young girl who obviously was turning tricks, probably hoping to find someone to buy her services. Her outfit was definitely visually appealing to the eyes, though impractical considering the weather. Though in the city, he’d seen whores walking the streets in the same lack of clothing while there was snow on the ground.

So Jarrod was a bit taken back when the slutty young thing called out his name. Coming up short, he stopped in his tracks, his normal complete control momentarily lost as his mind tried to make the logic work. He didn’t know the girl, so how did she know his name? It couldn’t be Bianca, it just couldn’t be? How did this little harlot know his name? What … who .. . why? The questions for a moment caused indecision as he tried to come to terms with the obvious.

Bianca? Is that you?

What the hell had his ex done? Hope could the stupid bitch allow this to happen? At some level he always assumed that a mother was better than a father at raising children, especially a girl, obviously he was wrong.

 

[Laila]

She could not quite gauge the expression on the man's face as recognition flashed across it. Was it disappointment? Revulsion? Bianca wondered derisively if he had expected a little girl in pigtails holding a lollipop? He seemed to have forgotten that eighteen years had trickled by.

She knew the story of how her mother had left him for entirely selfish reasons, but that did not make her any less bitter. He could have tried to find them, to see his daughter at least once. Despite these churning emotions Bianca tried to smile. After all, he was to be her benefactor from now on.

Oh, it is you. I was almost worried that you'd um...forgotten to pick me up.

She faltered, unsure and awkward now that she was finally face to face with her father.

So, um...it's nice to finally to meet you...daddy.

Extending her hand Bianca waited with bated breath. Despite her hesitant and demure attitude the cogs in her head were working furiously. How would she manipulate him? Did he see past her charade of sweetness? Lifting her eyes, and tilting up her head due to his height she met her father's gaze.

 

[Tyr]

The girl that called him Daddy was obviously Bianca, though it wasn’t the Bianca that he had built up in his mind, not the little pure innocent darling that he had always imagined. No it was a far different girl, one that on so many levels reminded him of his slutty, self centered ex-wife. Had the evil bitch brought their daughter up in her own image? What had the monster done? Still trying to bring calm to the turmoil that raged in his mind Jarrod, he reached out his had to meets hers out of pure instinct, giving it a firm grip and shake.

No problem, I’m glad I found you. I hope your trip went well?

The words were nothing more than a stall, as he began to form a thought. Bianca wasn’t anything more than a poor girl that had to live with his manipulative ex wife. She was probably a good girl at heart, and whatever was going on was not her fault. He was going to give her the chance to prove herself and for the moment disregard her inappropriate attire.

Come on let’s get you back to the house, and out of this cold.

He looked around to help her with any luggage, and direct her to his truck. Grabbing the luggage gives him a reason to break his stare, as he was concerned that his almost wide eyed gaze may be taken incorrectly. She reminded him of the girls at the bar, that you knew you could get lucky with. It wasn’t that he didn’t find the attire attractive; it just bothered him that it was on his daughter.

Maybe on the ride back to the house, you can fill me in on what the hell is going on, your mother was a bit vague.

He hefts the baggage and takes the lead just so he could put her little hot body out of view for a few moments.

 

[Laila]

An almost imperceptible involuntary shiver crept up Bianca's spine as her father shook her hand. He was daunting yet he seemed like he had wanted to be the father of a good little girl. Seeing the shock on his face made Bianca almost felt ashamed of her tight top that practically made her tits spill out, her miniskirt and the garishly pink thong that barely peeked out from beneath it. Bianca shook her head slightly, to pull herself out of that mindset. She was who she was and he would just have to accept that. Perhaps if he had been around she might have turned out differently. Shifting all the blame on him made her feel better, though as she regarded him while he hauled her luggage there was a tiny ache in her that wanted to be that good girl with the pigtails and an innocent smile.

He spoke and she blinked at him in surprise. Was he avoiding looking at her? Rolling her eyes Bianca discarded any impulses to play the role of sweet little daughter, since he obviously was not going to give her a chance.

It's kind of a long story. She got tired of me being around since it distracted all the guys she would bring over.

Her pace was a little faster than Jarrod's, since he was carrying her luggage, and she sashayed towards the pickup truck just a little ahead of him. Her skirt clung so much to her ass that it really defined its plump shape as she moved. The car door was unlocked, and without waiting to see if Jarrod needed help loading her luggage into the vehicle she clambered into it.

She figured she'd dump me on you, I guess. It's not like I'll miss her or anything but I had established a life in that town, so I wasn't too thrilled. And I know you probably aren't too overjoyed either. But I guess it's cool to finally see you.

Her miniskirt hiked up her thighs as she lifted herself onto the seat, exposing the lower curves of her ass and a tiny sliver of her pink thong. She sat down, put on her seat belt, and smiled politely at Jarrod.

How have you been dad?

 

[Tyr]

Well the hope of putting Bianca’s less than fully clothed body out of sight for a moment was dashed as the girl darted ahead. Jarrod tried to divert his eyes as the miniskirt rode up revealing the pink thong. If it hadn’t been some inkling of responsibility to family, he might have had other most inappropriate thoughts about his daughter. Still he pushed them aside as best as possible, and got the luggage put away, and the seat belt on.

It wasn’t like he was a prude, or had any religious conviction, he didn’t. Having spent enough years stationed abroad in various countries while single, he had taken ample advantage of the opportunities to enjoy the local female hospitality. And even though it would have gotten him thrown in the brig and court marshaled on occassion, he had thoroughly enjoyed some of the fresh young fruits of their foreign allies. With some having shown serious skills and desire to assist a man in uniform.

Brianca only reinforced his impression of what his ex had been up to, something he was all to aware of once he got back from his first tour. He’d always thought that the fire and desire she showed was for him, it was only later did he realize that wasn’t true.

Don’t worry; I’m glad you could come. With a little bit of luck maybe we can make up for the time we missed and find a new start.

Jarrod started the vehicle and began the process of heading back home. Truly he was glad, his life had been a little lonely of late. He’d always had the idea of buying his own place and getting away from it all, putting the hustle and bustle of the military behind him. By working online he kept an income, but the social accepts of meeting and seeing people was significantly reduced, as he’d so recently found out.

I’m good. Life’s is a lot quieter now that I’ve retired from the military. As much as I enjoyed seeing the world, I’m glad to be home. Not quite as exciting, but you don’t have to worry about someone trying to kill you.

The area was rural, comprised of houses intermixes with small and medium farms. Jarrod’s place offered some privacy, but wasn’t so large that it was a burden to own. Plus with the latest technologies, one didn’t have to live in an urban environment or alternatively endure a time consuming commute to have a good job.

So what have you been up to?

 

[Laila]

Bianca cleared her throat uncomfortably as her father inquired into her life and the activities it involved. Mentioning her history with boys, drugs and parties probably would not promote any tender feelings from him. She entwined a lock of hair around her index finger, the brown gleaming against her glittery black nail polish as she nervously toyed with the wispy strands.

Well, I just graduated high school last June. Um, and I want to go to college...eventually. But I'm kinda' just taking a break for a bit. I like to enjoy...everything there is to life.

She finished and gave her father a cryptic yet vaguely sultry smile. The pickup truck rolled along smoothly for a while until it came upon a rather craggy road. With each small yet sharp jolt of the vehicle Bianca's breasts quivered provocatively, at one point the force of the sporadic lurches causing them to spill enough out of her flimsy top that a tantalizing hint of pink aureolas was visible. Bianca did not seem to notice, her scrutiny focused on her father.

So does anybody else live with you? Like a dog or a girlfriend or something?

 

[Tyr]

Jarrod knew the road well, so he didn’t have to completely concentrate of it and could turn and look at this daughter as they talked. The only problem with this was her lack of adequate attire would on occasion present him with a rather unimpeded view of her fully developed body. Now if this were another girl, such a view wouldn’t have bothered him, and been a nice diversion to the dull passage of fences and cows, however in this case he found it disturbing. One level he shouldn’t be looking at the bouncing assets of his daughter, and on another, he found himself doing just that. Still he had sufficient willpower to push such inappropriate behavior aside and stick to the task at hand, and looked forward as they got closer to the house.

No pets or girlfriend, haven’t been there that long to acquire either, and given my time in the military keeping either prior to that would have been difficult.

The road remained rough obviously servicing several houses, of which some were newer. The road itself was in poor condition and the small cloud of dust followed them as they neared the house. Finally though he turned into property, the yard really wasn’t landscaped, but was simply the local grass cut short. There were some mature trees, a fence for the backyard, and if one were to look over the fence a nice pool in the backyard. The next house was a good ways away, and not immediately visible through the trees.

Well I guess some time between schools is okay, as long as it doesn’t become a permanent thing. Well here we are. The place is newer this used to be a part of a larger homestead that has been subdivided into smaller acreage lots with newer homes. I like it you get the privacy of the older homes and the features of a newer home.

Jarrod pulls up and parks, leaving the truck outside as the garage had another car, and was still full of stuff.

Let me get your stuff and we’ll put you in the guest bedroom.

 

[Laila]

It was a temperate spring day, but there was a mild breeze that entered Bianca's new room, caressing her bare shoulders. She was on her bed, the laptop in front of her playing a video of a woman getting a dose of ferocious oral sex from some man. Bianca sat on her knees, her thong-clad backside tucked between her ankles. She had pulled aside the front of her thong, and her fingers worked furiously over the soaking pink folds and the swollen nub of her clit. Barely two minutes passed before she suddenly thrust out her pelvis and muffled a scream by biting her lower lip. Extracting her fingers from between her legs she found them slick and shining. Bianca let out a satisfied sigh and collapsed onto the pale pink sheets of her bed.

She wore nothing but a lacy white demi-cup bra and a matching thong. Her breasts were on the brink of pouring out of the struggling cups. The flat plane of her stomach was tan and smooth, aside from the small silver stud that adorned her navel. Her thong barely covered her wet, shaven mound, and completely exposed the perky globes of her buttocks. Sunlight streamed into her room and only served to amplify her features.

Bianca had needed that. She had found out soon after she began to live with her father that military life had made him strict and structured. That meant that the ruffians she normally gravitated to were now out of bounds. That meant she wasn't getting laid as much as she needed, or at all.

Needing to go to the bathroom, Bianca rose shakily from the bed, walking to the door and opening it slightly. Hopefully her situation would change that night. She had been invited to a party by a group of people her age who were nefarious in the well-to-do neighborhood. Though her father would certainly not allow it, she planned to attend, even if it meant having to sneak out like some delinquent little pre-teen. The sound of Bianca's ringtone stopped her in her tracks. Leaving the door open she went back to answer her phone.

Oh hey Jake, what's up?

She strolled across the length of the room as she chatted, clad in just her underwear, the parts of her hidden by her thong still damp and glistening.

 

[Tyr]

Jarrod was trying to get used to sharing a house with his young daughter. He tried to respect her as an adult but her behavior at times seemed self destructive as she seemed to be preoccupied with just having fun. Several times he’d already spoken to her about toning down the attire and about personal responsibility. She seemed to at time acquiesce to his demands, and other times, she seemed to him to be very defiant. Luckily he’d kept after her and he was sure kept her out of trouble especially with some of the locals.

Already on the way to use the guest bathroom, he heard the ring of her cell phone, something he was sure was physically adhered to the girl’s ear. It was hard to think of a time when it wasn’t pressed against her ear and she was chatting up a storm. Heading down the hall he saw her door open, and was going to remind her about constantly talking on the phone. So he didn’t think twice about it as he stepped into her room, and came to a dead stop as he got a surprise. There was Bianca standing talking on her phone, not in regular clothes but in a white bra and thong.

The words were already coming out of his mouth.

Bianca, do you always need to be on the phone…

Now he stood in her room in a very awkward position, as she obviously hadn’t shut her door and was far from properly clothed. Jarrod was a bit angry because this wasn’t fair, again and again she seemed to have little if any problem with dressing closer to a hooker than a young woman of her age. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive she was, it was just that she was his daughter and this kind of thing was very unsettling. He’d always given her privacy, and hadn’t invaded her space, but it wasn’t his fault she left her door open.

Excuse me, but might you keep your door shut if you aren’t dressed.

Try as he might, he couldn’t help but notice that she was in great shape, and had a very sexy body. Though the thought was inappropriate, it was so hard to ignore the obvious. Plus as he stood there, there was just a slight hint of aroma that spoke of woman, and though he didn’t know it exact source it spoke to him as a man, even if unconsciously.

 

[Laila]

Bianca jumped in her tracks, startled by the rumble of her father's voice. She whipped around to face him, a rosy flush tinting her features as she exclaimed:

Oh shit! Dad!

First her eyes widened with surprise, then a brief expression of embarrassment flashed across her face. It lasted a split second before her headstrong nature kicked in. Not even bothering to bid her friend adieu she shut her phone with a brusque snap, her lips tightening in self-righteous rage as he mentioned her state of dress. Despite his words she did not fail to notice how his gaze remained glued on her body. Something seemed to tighten between Bianca's legs, a faint tingle rose to her breasts. Pushing away some rather flustering and very unwelcome thoughts she straightened her back and thrust out her chest, crossing her arms under her breasts.

I was on my way to the bathroom and got distracted. Besides, I don't see you looking away.

She had not asked for this stringent man as a father, and she was weary of his constant criticisms. Bianca tried not to squirm where she stood, but being victim to his unwavering gaze was unnerving. Plus accustoming herself to idea of him being her father had been difficult, not just because of his behavior but also his physical presence. His form was impressive, tall and well built. Bianca would sometimes catch herself wondering what it would be like to be pressed under his weight. Then she would mentally gag at herself before quickly thinking of something else.

Right then, while she stood with as much defiance as she could muster while in her undergarments, such thoughts niggled at her mind. Bianca gulped, forcing herself to meet her father's eyes.

 

[Tyr]

Jarrod’s shock and discomfort probably matched hers as she gave forth the loud curse. That would have actually passed without comment, as he’d heard far worse throughout his life. So for the briefest of moments intentionally or unintentionally they stared at each other with stunned disbelief, till Bianca became agitated and accusatory, which only pissed Jarrod off. It was true he wasn’t looking away, but so true it wasn’t his fault.

Well than you shouldn't leave your door open and parade around in your underwear.

Damn he was mad; she was always wearing less than she should, and how was a guy not to look when everything was there for the whole world to see. Shit the only thing wearing fewer clothes was a baby or a stripper, and he wasn’t sure the stripper didn’t start off with more. So he glared at her trying to control his furor, and bring it to a point before he said something that he’d regret. Damn his wife sure hadn’t done her fucking job raising their daughter, and now it all landed in his lap.

Just shut your door or get dressed and we won’t have any more problems.

The authoritarian tone came out as he looked her straight in the face, and did his best to ignore her young fresh nubile body. Luckily years in the military helped as he learned to ignore distraction while concentrating only on the task at hand. The voice was thick and husky as he faced off against the insolent young woman. Jarrod wasn’t one for backing down, especially with some snot nosed brat.

 

[Laila]

Bianca sunk her teeth into her lower lip, bracing herself for some sort of reprisal from her father after her insolence. To her surprise he kept his calm fairly well, and it annoyed her. She could not detect any signs of arousal on his part, and though she acknowledged it was odd of her to want it, she was disappointed in the lack of that kind of attention. Squaring her shoulders and jutting out her jaw she glared at him.
"Fine!" she snapped. "The door will remain shut at all times," she said, fully intending on never closing the door.
"Now daddy, if you'll excuse me, I'll get dressed so the sight of me won't offend you anymore," she scoffed, turning around and crossing her arms over her chest. Her now displayed ass could not be considered covered apart from the tiny bits of cloth that made up her panties.
For some reason her knees were beginning to weaken a little and the pulsing ache inside her started again. She wished he would leave quickly and spare her the lecture since she was starting to feel strangely awkward about her emotions towards her father.

 

[Tyr]

Maybe being in the military ill prepared him for raising a child, especially a girl, but she wasn’t a child, she was an adult. Jarrod tried to rationalize the situation, but it infuriated him, simply because he didn’t understand why she couldn’t just do as he told her. In the military you gave an order and it was followed, but with Brittany everything seemed to be a fight, or another reason to be disobedient.

Fine, but you don’t offend me; you just need to be more cognizant of what you’re doing and how it affects others.

With her turned around, in defiance he knows any further discussion of the matter would be fruitless. Still prior to leaving, he find his eyes traveling a little lower than would be appropriate, and noticing the little piece of fabric that barely covered her ass. Taking a deep breath, and exhibiting a tremendous force of will, he turns and leaves, trying and failing to put the image of his daughter hot little body out of mind.

Things seem to improve for a short period of time, but that may have just been that the two of them avoiding each other. The weather was improving, and Bianca was once again in her room, probably on the phone, so Jarrod decides to relax, one of the conveniences of telecommuting. Dressing in shorts, flipflops, and sunglasses, he takes advantage of the warming weather to go swimming and lay out at the pool, grabbing a beer and towel he heads outside. Putting the beer and towel down he dives into the pool for a swim.

 

[Laila]

A pillow grasped to her face so her sounds would be muffled, Bianca gave a sharp shriek as she plunged her thick dildo deep inside of herself. It slid in with ease as her pussy was already coated in her thick shining juices. Hips thrust up into the air, she lay on her bed, and let the impressive length of the dildo disappear into her as many times as it took for her to cum. She did so with a violent shudder and a gasp, then her hips fell limply to the bed. She had never masturbated so many times in one week. Perhaps it was because her father's ironclad rules prevented her from getting laid, though there were other reasons that Bianca refused to acknowledge right then.
The sound of splashing caught her attention. Rising shakily from her bed she made her way to the window and peered out. Her father was swimming in the pool, the sheen of the water defining his already well-toned body even further. Her hand drifted down between her legs and she lightly stroked her throbbing clit once, then shivered. Bianca almost paused to consider what she was feeling, but then an impulse overtook her. She walked over to her wardrobe.
Two minutes later she stepped outside. If bras had to struggle against her breasts her bikini top was definitely no match. There was a small palm-sized red triangle covering each round and heavy breast, her stiff nipples blatantly protruding against the thin material. The bikini bottom was barely there at all, and her lustrous shapely legs rose to meet her tight plump backside. Sauntering over to the poolside she bent over slightly, putting one hand on one knee as she waved to her father.
"Out for a swim and you didn't invite me daddy?"

 

[Tyr]

As he began to swim, Jarrod began to think about his young daughter and their obvious issues. Her lack of clothing was something that seriously bothered him, as he kept catching himself looking and doing so in a way that made him question his own reasons for doing so. At first he blamed it on the fact that he was single, and she was a very attractive girl. Still it wasn’t right, but her young body reminded him of his ex wife, and even though she was a complete bitch, there was never a thing about her body that he could complain about, especially when it used to be pinned beneath his howling in pleasure. Still he tried to think of something else, it just wasn’t healthy to continue to dwell on his daughter's own body. Jarrod figured a rigorous workout in the pool would offer a simply and practical way to put his uneasiness with his daughter to the side for awhile.

The vigorous workout felt good as he did a series of fast laps, and it seemed to be working, as his mind concentrated on the task of swimming and not Bianca. That of course came to an immediate and abrupt end when he heard her voice, and stopped his swimming and coasted to the edge of the pool. What he saw completely ruined his plan, as there stood his daughter in something that would cause any guy with heterosexual urges to get wood. The small thing attempting to be a bathing suit barely if at all covered her body, and the way her perky nipple poked against the thin material was impossible to ignore. Jarrod should of questioned why they protruded so, but he didn’t, instead his eyes relished the view, and found themselves glued to her body. Putting both arms up on the curb of the pool, he crossed his thick arms as he looked up at the young nubile body that was standing there.

Sorry, I didn’t know you were interested in swimming. Figured you just wanted your space to talk on your cell phone. You’re very welcome to use the pool if you would like.

Jarrod was happy that his lower half was under water, and that he was standing next to the edge of the pool, otherwise, he might have embarrassed himself by the way his body was already reacting to the view. The stirring in his trunks was a natural reaction to a woman clad so, but the problem was that sexy girl was his daughter. Jarrod wondered what the fuck was wrong with him, and why she dressed that way. Was she just some kind of mean cocktease?

 

[Laila]

Stepping slowly into the water, Bianca gave a slight gasp at the initial shock of its coolness. Her hesitance did not last long as she was soon immersed, and began to swim laps around the pool's perimeter.

"One of mom's boyfriends had a pool," she remarked casually, "He was a jerk though. I could never go in 'cause he'd just stare at me and mom would get all mad," she continued, pausing and watching her father for any reaction for a moment before ducking under the water.

She swam to the shallow end of the pool, her mind abuzz with her own conflicting thoughts as she remained fully immersed. What was she doing? He was her father, and even though he was a stranger he had been good enough to let her stay with him. However, he was just so suffocatingly strict. Bianca wanted to feel some sort of power, some semblance of control. There was only one way she knew how to acquire it.

Earlier she had purposely fastened her bikini top insecurely. Now as her torso emerged, the slight pull of the glimmering water against her body was enough to drag the slinky material off her gleaming skin. Suddenly her breasts were fully exposed, her rosy nipples pert and hard, the perky globes of her breasts glistening from the water.
"Oops." she said, not too convincingly.

 

[Tyr]

Jarrod was finding his daughter proximity distracting and disconcerting, as he was very used to being in control, and something about his daughter had him outside of that safe zone. Try as he might to lay down the law, and demand her compliance, she seemed to skirt around the edge of his rules all the time. This was so different than his life in military where everyone followed the rules. She had since arriving just intruded on his peace, taking a dip in the water, really interrupting his own peace and quiet. However what was bothering him as much as he tried to hide it was his own inappropriate thoughts and minor behavior changes that he caught himself doing. So as Bianca was talking he was sliding over to the edge, to give her free use of the pool.

I’m not sure what you were wearing, but it was wrong of him to stare if he did. And as much as I disagree with your mom normally she had reason to get mad, though sometimes the wrong attire can give the wrong impression if you know what I mean.

The poor fucker probably even if was a creep had this girl to deal with and her lack of clothing, how could you blame any guy when she obviously constantly flaunted her body. So rather than share the water and possibly cause any other problems he moves to the edge of the pool to sit on the curb, leaving only his legs in the water as she does laps. What he didn’t say was he wanted to watch her, without a current girlfriend, having something pleasant on the eyes even if he couldn’t touch, couldn’t blame a guy for looking. So he couldn’t help but notice when her top slipped off, and the visual feast appeared. The perfectly perky mounds slick and wet with water now shined. Jarrod should have looked away, but he didn’t, instead he found himself momentarily transfixed, and involuntarily his body began to react as his shorts began to fill with his own arousal. He didn’t say a thing, and so to his eyes didn’t immediately turn away.

 

[Laila]

Ducking a little more into the water so she could grasp at the bikini top before it floated to the bottom of the pool, Bianca was still quite aware of her father's stare fixated on her. She smirked as she lifted herself out of the pool, then got to her feet, her unhindered and uncovered breasts bouncing with her movements. Slowly, she put the bikini top back on, making no sign of having noticed her father's interest. The attention, even though it was from her dad, made something throb between her smooth thighs, so she had to press them together a bit. Suddenly, she turned her head to peer at her father, her gaze dropping to the very noticeable swelling in his shorts. Trying not to squirm where she stood Bianca locked her gaze on his and smirked.

"Looks like you have a bit of a problem daddy. I'll leave you to take care of it," she said lightly, though there was definitely a mocking tone in her voice. This was satisfying, seeing him subjected to desires just like most other men that she came upon, and needed something from. He was no better than the rest, no matter how much control he tried to keep over himself and her. Now perhaps he would be ashamed enough to not be so stringent. Still smirking, she turned to leave.

 

[Tyr]

Jarrod was pissed at himself and her, yes he had been staring, but fuck she was naked and flaunting those awesome tits of hers. What the fuck was going on, he found his heart pounding as she made the comment about his condition. Anger and sexual arousal mixed together getting him all riled up, as she used that mocking tone. Up to this point he'd given her the benefit of the doubt, the manner of her comment reminded him of his ex-wife. The pleasure she seemed to take at his discomfort, solidified in his mind that she was no different, she was just like her mother, and it was just too late.

He didn’t say a thing, he just grabbed the towel, and left the pool, for a brief moment, he almost considered violence, but he controlled that, just barely. Jarrod was just so mad at her for what she had done and himself for allowing it to happen. The behavior he’d shown was very inappropriate, but she didn’t need to take pleasure in it or mock him, the cruelty of it was something that bitch of an ex would have enjoyed doing.

So obviously embarrassed, he stood, leaving his beer, and headed for the house, the thought of taking care of the problem far from his mind, the thick bulge barely contained by his shorts as he exited.

 

[Laila]

It was 3 AM by the time Bianca returned to the house, the smell of beer and cigarettes clinging to her skin along with her usual musky perfume. She had stolen her father's key when he had finally fallen asleep at his usual regimented time, and stealthily snuck out of the house.

Now she had to put the key back in his room. Stifling an exasperated sigh Bianca slunk up to his doorway and peered in cautiously. He had been furious with her earlier at the pool, that much she had taken note of. It had been satisfying, watching him retreat after his defeat. She had avoided him for the rest of the day though, and now would definitely not be a good time to get his attention.

He slept naked, she realized with a bit of a start. His blanket was loosely wrapped around his waist and torso but the firm muscles of his bare chest were distinguishable in the faint illumination of the streetlamp outside his window. Bianca unconsciously held her breath as she crept into his room. She would just have to place the keys on his dresser then leave. As she neared the dresser she noticed the slight bump in the sheets between her father's legs. Earlier it had lifted much higher, she thought with some satisfaction. A shiver crept up her spine and she trembled slightly, then shook her head. It was ridiculous to think of him in that way. She needed to use her body to exert some sort of control over him, and that was it, she told herself as she put the keys on the dresser.

Reprimanding herself did not get rid of the dull ache in her pussy. She returned to her room, not daring to close the door fully in case the sound woke her dad up. She began taking off her dress and panties, but then noticed that the latter was damp and sticky. Feeling between her legs she extracted her fingers to find thick threads of her juices clinging from finger to finger. She had made out with some guy earlier, she reasoned, and it had left her wanting more, but there had been no time for that.

Bianca fell on her bed, legs outspread, her fingers working furiously between her legs, her hips shifting up and down slightly and her moans barely stifled by her biting her bottom lip.

 

[Tyr]

Jarrod had avoided Bianca having found the encounter disconcerting on so many levels. Finally though the day wound down, and he had the hoped that this lingering anger would dissipate, but it hadn't, so he’d decided to talk to her tomorrow about her inappropriate comment and attire, and that his response was what any ordinary man would have happen to him with such a situation. Still pissed he was finding it hard to sleep when he heard his car head out the driveway. Checking around the house he realized that the bitch had stolen his truck, and headed off to who knew where. More than likely she was at some bar looking for guys to fuck just like her mother. He wanted to storm into town and find out where she was and drag her home by hair and tell her off, but the reality there was little he could do, which just infuriated him even more.

Jarrod stayed up for awhile, but finally called it a night when it got late, figuring he’d take it up with the floozy in the morning. He planned to lay down the law such that no more of this shit would happen. If she was going to live in his house, she was going to tow the line, it was just that simple. Having fallen asleep he awoke with the urge to pee, stepping into the bathroom he took care of business, coming out he realized that keys were back on the dresser, which meant she was back. Not even thinking about the reason he put on his boxer shorts and headed out of the bedroom and down the hall, to see if the little harlot was up, because if she was, he was going give her a major piece of mind, right then and there. Heading down the hallway he stopped mid stride as he heard sounds coming from the open door of her bedroom. What was going on? Did the little slut bring a guy into his house to fuck? How dare she?

 

[Laila]

The wet noises made by her fingers rubbing heavily against her clit sounded terribly loud to Bianca in the silence of the night. But her father was asleep, and she was so damn horny. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she shut her eyes tight and bucked her hips slightly against her hand. Briefly, the image of her father flashed through her mind. Then for a second she imagined him shifting between her trembling thighs. Her pussy clenched tightly and she could not help but moan softly, her free hand going to one of her breasts before she started lightly twisting her own nipple.