The minutes seemed to drag by as James eyed the picture on the stand beside his lazy-boy chair. It was a picture from a few years back of him, his lovely daughter and his now ex-wife. The picture brought a slight smile to him before fading away, remembering the reality of things. She was gone and it was just him and his daughter now. He sipped at the beer in his hand, leaning his head back against his chair with a slight sigh. It had been over two years since his wife had left them and over that time his daughter had grown and developed from a little girl into a beautiful young lady. She had curves and a body that any man would die for. The only unfortunate thing for him was the remarkable resemblance she held towards her mother. They were nearly mirror images of each other.
Lately the relationship between him and his daughter had grown more.. Strained. He loved his daughter to death and they remained as close as a man could to a teenage girl but her resemblance to her mother made their bond troubled. Her body was everything he could dream of and many moments had passed over the last few months where he had caught glances of her that had sent his mind and body reeling. Peaks after the shower when she was toweling off, catching hints of her panties when she bent over in a short skirt and even just the sight of her cleavage or smooth thighs was enough to get him worked up. He wasn't proud of the thought but, the more he sat and drank, the more the thought of him and her began to add up. She was his daughter but, in the end, he was the provider here.. So what if he requested a little bit more from her then most parents would? He shook the thought out of his head, letting out a little chuckle as he eyed the thought, taking another gulp of his beer, "Hmmm.. She should be home soon." He let out a small sigh, massaging his temples for a moment. The weekend was beginning and with the slight numbness of alcohol pooling over him, he knew it would be an interesting one indeed.
Lately the relationship between him and his daughter had grown more.. Strained. He loved his daughter to death and they remained as close as a man could to a teenage girl but her resemblance to her mother made their bond troubled. Her body was everything he could dream of and many moments had passed over the last few months where he had caught glances of her that had sent his mind and body reeling. Peaks after the shower when she was toweling off, catching hints of her panties when she bent over in a short skirt and even just the sight of her cleavage or smooth thighs was enough to get him worked up. He wasn't proud of the thought but, the more he sat and drank, the more the thought of him and her began to add up. She was his daughter but, in the end, he was the provider here.. So what if he requested a little bit more from her then most parents would? He shook the thought out of his head, letting out a little chuckle as he eyed the thought, taking another gulp of his beer, "Hmmm.. She should be home soon." He let out a small sigh, massaging his temples for a moment. The weekend was beginning and with the slight numbness of alcohol pooling over him, he knew it would be an interesting one indeed.