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Alex sighed as she flipped through the pages of her school texts. Saturday. Late Saturday afternoon. Dad had had to go into the office on an emergency something-or-other. Alex had no mother, and had never been given any siblings. Her father took care of her the best he could and, sometimes, that meant leaving her to her own devices while he went to make money. She hated his job. It wasn't as though she didn't appreciate her allowance and private schooling, it was just that she missed him. He had long hours.

As she milled about the house, she grew progressively more listless. She ended up in the back yard, wearing a pair of cutoffs and a tank top, reading in the grass. Alex was a pretty girl. She had long hair, which was brown and curly and framed her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep blue and her nose and cheeks were covered in freckles. Her lips were full and pouty, and glossed to a perfect pink. She did not have a boyfriend because she did not like boys her own age, and was not permitted to date anyone older than herself. Unfortunately.

Eventually, as the summer sun started to droop in the sky, she lay back in the grass and covered her face with her book, stretched out in slumber. Her body was that of someone beyond her years; the breasts were full; legs long; hips wide... She was not without her delights, to be sure.
 
John sighed as he pushed through the front door of his small house, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. He hated these weekend visits to the office, they were too much beyond the normal work week, but he needed the money. After his wife had left him when Alex was just a baby things had gotten harder. Trying to raise a young daughter while working at the same time left him tired most of the time. It had been a blessing when Alex had grown up and had started to help him around the house some, and really she had been wonderful. She could have become spoiled and frustrating with her life, but she helped him as much as she could.

John looked through the house, until he saw his daughter laying outside. Their small backyard was surronded by a fence, splitting it apart from the rest of the neighborhood. Making it the perfect place to just lay out and enjoy the sun.

"Hey Alex." John said, stepping outside laying down beside her, just looking up at the blue side. He looked a lot like his daughter, the same blue eyes and brown hair though his hair was straight instead of curly. He had manged to keep his body firm even after the years of work so he didn't look to bad though the years were beginning to tell.

"Are you having a good day sweetie?"
 
Alex grumbled something about it being hot and sticky and how unpleasant it was in this neighborhood with no kids her age, then slowly pulled the book off her face. She rolled over so that her head was on his chest, arm on his stomach, and sighed heavily. "How was work, dad?" She asked softly. Today was supposed to have been their day to hang out, but... work beckoned.

After he answered, she picked herself up off the ground, brushing the grass off her cutoffs. "I was going to make you dinner. Are you hungry?" She smiled at him sweetly, hands clasped behind her back. "And maybe after, we can watch a movie... if you aren't too tired."
 
John layed his arm around his daughter's shoulder, her curly brown hair falling across his chest and under his nose, the sweet smell of her shampoo filling his nostrils. He knew that she had been looking forward to a day off for both of them to simply spend time togethre but it hadn't worked out. She was the reason that he worked so hard but he was annoyed when that work took him away from her.

John looked up at her as she stood, kind of annoyed that their little moment of relaxation had been broken. Still he shielded his eyes and looked up at his daughter, looking down at him with that cute smile on her face. He recogniaed that look, the one her mother always used to give him.

"I coudl eat and a movie night with you sounds great. So what are we going to watch?"
 
Alex twirled in a circle, looking at the sky. "Uhmm..." She thought aloud, recalling the movies they had on the shelf. Her favorite was Princess Mononoke. It was a great film, plus... when the scary parts came around, she could hide against her dad. She wasn't sure what it was, but being close to him sent shivers of happiness up her spine as well as... ...other places. She swallowed and blushed, still smiling as she looked down at him.

"Princess Mononoke? Or you can find something else, if you want. I'll go start dinner, mkay?" She bent down and kissed him on the cheek, hugging him around his waist. "I'm glad you're home, dad." She whispered into his ear, and then scurried inside, leaving her book on the grass beside him. She was a flurry in the kitchen, taking things out and putting others away, preparing everything efficiently and with great care.
 
"We can watch whatever you want sweetie." John grinned as he watched his daughter lean down, taking the kiss on the cheek and hugging her around the shoudlers with one arm as she bent down. He stayed laying for a while after she had went inside before standing up himself. His duaghter had really turned out remarkably good considering she had only been raised by a father who hadn't always been there. John picked up his daughter's book and stepped inside, watching his duaghter prepare the meal while he set the table.

"So sweetie what did you end up doing while I was away today?"
 
Alex thought for a moment. What HAD she done? Nothing of importance, that was for sure... She had a job during the week, taking care of little kids, but on the weekends she didn't do much. She didn't have a car, so she couldn't get to her far-away friends. She had a computer, but it was slow and aggravated her. Besides... she was usually too tired to do much anyways.

"I mostly slept." She admitted, stirring a pot of pasta. "Did some cleaning, but I stayed out of your room... uhm... read a little..." She had a summer reading list, but was barely interested in Pride and Prejudice. With a big FWOOSH of steam, she emptied the boiling water out of the pot into a colander, looking at the golden pasta inside. "Almost ready!" She hurried to a pot of sauce and gave it a few stirs, then dumped the pasta into it and finally put it in bowls, setting them at the table for the both of them. With a cheeky little grin, she sat at the table, looking up at him with those big blue eyes.

"I made a pie, too. Earlier. I was bored." She giggled softly.
 
"You know I don't mind you doing whatever you want during your summer break but I'm suprised you haven't found yourself a little boyfriend yet. You know I don't want you feeling you have to stay here with your daddy all the time. After all you should get out and enjoy yourself." John finished setting out the last of the dishes before sitting down at the table across from his daughter.

"Mmmm I do love your pies." John grinned at his daughter, sharing in her little joke as he began to eat. It was good if simple, but it was just what he needed at the moment. Just some easy and worry free time with his daughter.

"So how about tommorow? Hopefully somehting more fun than just hanging out with your old man."
 
At the mention of a boyfriend, her cheeks flushed quite bright red and she forced her eyes down at her plate. "...you know I don't like boys my age..." She murmured, voice suddenly very small. She shoved some pasta into her mouth to keep from saying anything else. Part of the reason she didn't go for the guys who liked her was that she liked someone else... someone she would never have.

"Tomorrow?..." She mused on it a bit. "I don't think I had anything planned... I mean, I might hang out with a friend, if they can get themselves over here, but I don't have a car, so meh." She shrugged. It wasn't that she was bitter about not having a car. It was just cumbersome to have to hitch rides and frustrating to be unable to go anywhere. "..maybe I'll go shopping... I dunno..."
 
"Well I guess I can't complain too much that you don't like boys your age. At least I don't have to sit at home polishing my shotgun to scare them off right?" John reached forward and took his daughters chin in his hand, lifting her face up so that she was looking at him. He grinend at his daughter, letting her know that he wasn't mad or anythign like that.

"Well we can worry about tommorow when it gets here, why don't we have a piece of pie for now and then we can go and watch the movie together." John slurped up the last of his pasta and walked over to the refrigerator, looking for the ice cream to go with the pie.
 
Alex blushed and smiled back at her father... A sweet, gentle smile. When he got the ice cream she cut into the apple pie, which was just out of the oven. She gave herself a smaller piece and her father a massive one, plopping some vanilla ice cream on the plate with it. Delicious! She set it in front of him and went to get her own, sitting across from him at the table again. She ate slowly, savoring every bite until the last piece of apple was cleared off her plate.

"I love pie." She informed him, and giggled playfully. Slowly, she ran her finger around her plate, picking up leftover syrup that had oozed from her slice of pie. With gentle precision, she suckled it off her finger, making a low "mmm..." noise in her throat. Delicious! When they were both done, she took the plates and set them in the sink, then ran to the den. It was a cozy area with a big off-white couch, carpeting, and a big t.v. She put the movie into the DVD player and hopped onto the couch, waiting for him to come and snuggle up with her.
 
"I swear you keep treating me this good then you are going to fatten me up." John grinend at his daughter, getting a big piece fo pie and ice cream on his fork. She really did make great pies. Whatever else you had to say about Alex the girl could certainly bake. Mix that with her intelligence and good looks and hsi daughter was actually a good catch for any man. Though in truth that wasn't a comforting thought to the protective father.

The next thing she did froze John's eyes to hsi daughter though. He coudl see her fingers slipping into her mouth, the throaty moan coming from her mouth having a distinctivly sexual feel to it. Of course he was pretty sure that she didn't mean for it to come out that way but the look on her face sent certain meanings directly to certain parts of his body.

Still his daughter was up again quickly, moving back towards the den, his strange thoughts about the his daughter going away. He followed the young woman to the den, settling into the couch beside her, letting her snuggle against hsi chest. One of his arms slidding over her shoulders.
 
Alex quickly cuddled up against him. She was nearly atop the man, leaning far over to rest her head on his chest. After the movie started, she started to slide down. Her head came to rest on his stomach, then his lap, and she closed her eyes, snoozing softly. It wasn't as though she found the movie boring or anything, just that he was so warm.. it made her sleepy.

She ended up with her hands on his thigh, head atop them as she slept. Her chest roe and fell slowly. Her breasts wee just visible above her tank top, the tops of them full and round. The lace of her bra peeked from under the fabric as well. Her shorts were desperately short--one could almost see her panties, if you looked hard enough. Her ass was so plump and round... Her shirt rode up as she snoozed, showing her soft midriff.

[Sorry for shortness.]
 
(Its fine.)

As John watched the movie he could feel hsi daugthers body melting into his own, sinking against hsi chest. She slowly slipped lower but he didn't think much of it, after all they tended to end up pretty tangled up when they watched a movie. Of course someone looking in on them would have seen a young woman with her head in an older man's lap, her arms laying qite a lot closer to his crotch then they probably should.

The older man could feel her shift, and looked down. He caught sight of her, or particularly he caught sight of the showing parts of her. Of course he had known the clothes she was wearing were revealing but with her all curled up it certainly seemed like they covered even less. He could easily see the curve of her breast, the swell of her thighes, and even her flat stomach. Certainly something a father shouldn't be looking at.
 
Alex rolled over in her sleep, laying face-up in his lap. Her shirt had stayed against the couch beneath her, though, so the fabric was now twisted, the top half of her bra incredibly visible. So lacy and soft... She let out a little half-moan of sleepy happiness and stretched out a little, the shirt riding up her stomach, the cutoffs riding down. Her long legs parted, one bending up, the other pressed down against the cushions. Her lips parted as she breathed in, and some hair fell into her closed eyes.

"Nnnh... daddy..." She murmured, though she hadn't woken. Some kind of dream. Her head rested just on his groin, rolling slightly as she dreamt. He was so warm... It made her have good dreams.

[Once again, shortness... I can't think of much to do while she's asleep.]
 
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