Every Single Day, Daddy?
Sean looked out the window, taking in the pleasant view of his backyard. He had a large avocado tree back there, with branches that were gnarled and stretched out in random directions. He also had a couple of mandarin and lemon trees that produced tastier fruit than what he could get at the grocery store. His lawn was tidy and green because Sean routinely took care of it, and evergreen ivy covered the entire right side of the yard. That was the bitch, Sean thought, that ivy that he had to constantly trim off the fence before it ran rampant like hair that had grown too long. Overall, his time and effort paid off to give him the sort of pleasant landscape most other homeowners only dreamed of. However, the pleasant view was made even more pleasant because his daughter Leslie was out there sunbathing.
Leslie was a tall woman at 5' 11", taller than her father by an inch and her mother by several inches. She was twenty years old and had brown hair and brown eyes, which would have been unremarkable on most people, but not on her. That's because Leslie was one of the biggest goofballs on the planet. Sean's daughter was always making crazy facial expressions and exaggerated looks that most people couldn't carry out. She loved setting her hands on her hips and making stern faces as she towered over her shorter friends. Leslie was chatty and friendly and playful, enough that she could win a crowded room over in minutes. She liked nudging people with her elbows, staring at them until they became unnerved, and was even known to pinch people to get their attention. In other words, Leslie did things that most people were too shy to do, and she always got away with it.
But there was more to Leslie than her crazy attitude. More often than not, she sported a mischievous smile that revealed she was up to something. She was pretty, but that naughty smile made her even prettier. Her figure had a strange Amazon shape to it that wasn't very common. Leslie's shoulders were wide, her breasts were C-size and nicely rounded, and her waist would never be considered small despite that she wasn't fat. Her hips were thick, giving her a full, meaty ass and wider thighs than most women.
That's why Sean was looking out the window. Leslie was out there wearing a two-piece bikini. She did that every so often when her friends came by to sunbathe with her. This time, Leslie was alone in the backyard. She was lying on her stomach with a celeb magazine in her hands and her phone's ear-bud in place, probably talking with one of her many, many friends. Sean could have stared at that extra-large, beefy butt and legs all day. What made the sight even more tempting was that Leslie had untied her top so she wouldn't get what she called the dreaded tan-line. Her friends would do that with Leslie, but as far as Sean could remember, this was the first time she'd gone topless when she was alone.
Sean wanted to go outside, and he could do it if he pretended he wanted to work on the yard. The problem was that he was sporting a pretty good erection in his shorts. That darned thing just did not want to go away; otherwise the yearning father would have been out there already ogling the best butt on the block. Still, having Leslie out there with only her bikini bottoms on was something the man didn't want to pass up. He reached into his shorts, adjusting his erection to keep it as flat and inconspicuous as possible. After that, he went to mosey out the door like he always did.
It's not that his wife was unattractive, Sean told himself, as he strode across the yard. His wife was still soft on the eyes. She still retained enough curves to excite Sean, when other women her age were busy getting fat and lumpy. The true reason the father couldn't keep his eyes off his daughter was because Leslie was a lot of fun to be around and her height made her hard to miss in a crowd. That wasn't all of it, either. Sean could privately admit to himself that his daughter's curves were as nice as those of any Playboy model he'd ever seen.
Sean remembered some joke about a redneck whose daughter had made it into Playboy. The redneck would hold the centerfold out to his buddies and say 'that's my girl!' Sean imagined he'd be just as proud if Leslie was featured in one of those nudie magazines. He'd probably frame her centerfold picture and hang it up in the house somewhere, if only he could get away with it!
He walked over to grab the garden hose and dragged it by the avocado tree. This would throw Leslie off the scent, as she wouldn't know it was only the first move her father was carrying out to get a better view of her. For the next couple of minutes, Sean watered that tree, making sure the water stayed within the little circle of bricks he'd set up for it. Casually, he sprayed the lawn as he walked over to the other trees.
Leslie was sunbathing in the sunny spot between the mandarin and the lemon. Her father paused by the first tree, aiming the hose at the trunk and watching as the water ran down to the soil. Leslie glanced at him briefly, before she went back to whomever she was talking to on the phone. That's what Sean hoped she would do. This gave him a chance to look at her long legs and shapely ass. He could see most of her bare back as well, up to the point where Leslie's hair started up. If he only took one more step... There, now he could see her side-cleavage.
Wow, Sean thought. His daughter's tits were so much larger than his wife's. He tried to angle his head so he could see more of them, but it was no use. Leslie's arms and hair were in the way. He had to turn his head away abruptly, when his daughter shifted her eyes over to see what he was up to. After Sean took a step back, she returned to her phone conversation. The father was left staring at Leslie's wide lower half. Man, that was a nice ass, he thought. And those thighs, those were nicer than his wife's too.
Fathers weren't supposed to look at their daughters that way, but he couldn't help it. In fact, he was enjoying the view so much that his cock still hadn't relented its firm stance. What he wanted most of all was to have Leslie shift over and face him somehow, so he could get a better look at her tits. Maybe he could ask her a question, and out of habit she'd look at him as she replied. Or maybe...
In one of those sudden impulses that people regret later, Sean aimed the gushing water hose from the tree to his daughter. Of course, when the cool water splashed onto her unsuspecting body, Leslie screamed and rolled to get away from it. Sean was ready for the move. His eyes were already honed in on the honey spot, where he saw her large handfuls of breasts coming into view. He wasn't looking at any part of his daughter right then, except for those big and beautiful tits. His mouth fell open when he saw them.
Leslie jumped to her feet, immediately starting up a foot race with her father. Sean dropped the hose and ran for the house with his daughter hard on his heels. He figured she'd stop chasing him when they went inside, but no, she kept right on coming. When Sean tried to turn the corner to run down the hall, Leslie nabbed him with her long arms and used her momentum to nearly bowl him over.
"What the fuck, dad?" Leslie shouted at him. As revenge, she started pinching at her father's softer spots. "Why'd you do that to me?"
"Ow, ow!" Sean cried out, as his daughter's long fingers were pretty good at pinching. He couldn't even hold on to the image of Leslie's breasts any more. "Stop it! That hurts!"
"Good!" She squeezed at his middle. "You deserve it!"
"It was an accident, I swear!"
"Oh, right, dad!" Leslie shot back. "You're coming with me! We're going back outside so I can return the fucking favor and get you all wet!"
Maybe she thought Sean was going to make another run for it, as she kept really close to him while he straightened up. Leslie kept her arms tight around his middle. That's when the distraught father realized how his daughter was nearly nude behind him. Her tits were pressed hard against back. If he played his cards right, maybe he could get a look at her chest again.
"I don't want to go outside." Sean whined.
"Oh, yes you are!" Leslie pressured him from behind. "If you don't, I'm going to throw a bucket of water on you while you're taking a nap!"
She probably would do such a thing to him, Sean realized. He pretended he wasn't going along with her, but only so she could keep her chest mashed up against his back. Leslie's arms were still gripping his middle.
"I'm going to start pinching you again!" She threatened. "Move it, daddy!"
They got halfway through the kitchen to the back door, when Sean put up a fake struggle again. Leslie actually tried to pick him up and carry him out that time. She was strong, but she wasn't that strong! At one point, she tried to pinch him again. Sean tried to double over, causing Leslie's arms to go all over the place.
"Dad, what is this?" She asked. "Are you horny?"
That's when Sean realized his daughter's hand had ended up on the front of his shorts. Oh, shit, he was busted!
"What is this?" Leslie repeated. "Stand up straight! Who were you thinking of?"
When Sean felt his daughter's hand tense up on his shorts, he clamored out, "Don't pinch me there!"
"Tell me who you were thinking of first."
"Your mother!" Sean blurted out.
