greenandgold
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 8, 2017
It had been a year since her mother had died from a car accident and Lily Ivy was just now starting to comprehend and cope with the loss. Her father had done his best to try and be there for her, but he was also dealing with his own grief. They had decided to take a vacation and were on their way to Hawaii. Things between them had changed since her mother
had died. There was less laughter in the house, less happiness in general. But they were working on it. Working on picking themselves up and putting each other back together.
That's what part of this vacation was about. They needed to get away from well-meaning friends and family and just sort through their feelings on their own. They also needed this time to explore the new sides of their relationship. Lily had come home from college two weeks ago, drunk and crying because of a horrible day and had needed her mother. She had gotten home and it had hit her all over again that her mother was dead. So Lily had talked to her father about her day. Told him how she was failing two of her classes, how she had been
kicked out of her sorority, and how her boyfriend had dumped her because she was no longer "fun to be around." His words, not hers.
The rest of the night had been spent with more tears, listening to her father comfort her, and then it had happened. Her father had been going on about how she was a wonderful young woman and still had so much going for her. That she was smart, kind, and beautiful and if some stupid guy didn't want her, that he wasn't good enough for her, anyway. As he had been saying these things, Lily had been eyeing him. She didn't know if it was because of the bad day she had had or the alcohol taking it's toll, but she had suddenly seen him in a different light.
And that's when she had made her move. She had moved closer to her father on the couch and had kissed him full on the lips. He had tried to push her away at first, tried to tell her that they shouldn't do this. But Lily knew he had wanted it. The bulge that had formed in his pants as they kissed, was evidence enough. And now, here they were two weeks later, heading to Hawaii. Her left hand rested on top of a blanket that covered her body. She looked over and saw her father was awake and smiling. She let her hand slowly slide down the blanket until it was underneath.
Lily moved her hand under the blanket until it rested on her father's lap. She smiled, feeling the growing bulge and started to stroke it. "Good morning," she told her father as she kept stroking him and then gently cupped him. Her face, a perfect mask of innocence, gave no sign of what she was doing under the blanket.
had died. There was less laughter in the house, less happiness in general. But they were working on it. Working on picking themselves up and putting each other back together.
That's what part of this vacation was about. They needed to get away from well-meaning friends and family and just sort through their feelings on their own. They also needed this time to explore the new sides of their relationship. Lily had come home from college two weeks ago, drunk and crying because of a horrible day and had needed her mother. She had gotten home and it had hit her all over again that her mother was dead. So Lily had talked to her father about her day. Told him how she was failing two of her classes, how she had been
kicked out of her sorority, and how her boyfriend had dumped her because she was no longer "fun to be around." His words, not hers.
The rest of the night had been spent with more tears, listening to her father comfort her, and then it had happened. Her father had been going on about how she was a wonderful young woman and still had so much going for her. That she was smart, kind, and beautiful and if some stupid guy didn't want her, that he wasn't good enough for her, anyway. As he had been saying these things, Lily had been eyeing him. She didn't know if it was because of the bad day she had had or the alcohol taking it's toll, but she had suddenly seen him in a different light.
And that's when she had made her move. She had moved closer to her father on the couch and had kissed him full on the lips. He had tried to push her away at first, tried to tell her that they shouldn't do this. But Lily knew he had wanted it. The bulge that had formed in his pants as they kissed, was evidence enough. And now, here they were two weeks later, heading to Hawaii. Her left hand rested on top of a blanket that covered her body. She looked over and saw her father was awake and smiling. She let her hand slowly slide down the blanket until it was underneath.
Lily moved her hand under the blanket until it rested on her father's lap. She smiled, feeling the growing bulge and started to stroke it. "Good morning," she told her father as she kept stroking him and then gently cupped him. Her face, a perfect mask of innocence, gave no sign of what she was doing under the blanket.