April woke up with the warmth of the sun on her face. A smile touched her lips a few seconds before she opened her eyes. Her room with bathed with the warmth and brightness of the morning sun. Spring was finally here! It had been a long and cold winter, followed by wet and dreary March and April, but it was finally warm and sunny.
April excitedly jumped out of bed and opened her window. The air was still a bit nippy, but she didn't care. The sky was blue without a single cloud in sight. She gave a happy shout out the window like a crazy person then bounced over to her closet.
She was sick of the all thick sweaters she had to wear for the last months. She went to the back of her closet and pulled out her summer clothes. She found a cute outfit and changed into the denim shorts and pink tank top.
Checking herself out in her full-length mirror, she couldn't help but let out an amazed "Whoa!" When did her breasts grow that much? Her previously loose tank top was stretched to its limits across her new bust. She knew she had outgrown her old bras but didn't bother buying new ones, as she kept outgrowing them so fast and bras aren't cheap. She just hid herself under baggy sweaters and sweatshirts since last autumn.
She turned this way and that to view her boobs from different angles, and her eyes widened when she saw the side view. They stuck out so far from her chest! They were large, round, and perky. Even without a bra, they had no sag to them. Was she so oblivious to her own body or did they just pop up overnight? In comparison, her waist looked tiny, and it seemed like her ass got rounder as well. She had heard that boobs can still grow even when women reach their early 20s, but she hadn't really believed it. It must be true, as hers grew so much at 18 years of age.
She went downstairs as she wondered what her new bra size was. She debated whether she should buy new bras now or wait awhile to be sure that they have finished growing. She went around the house, opening all the windows to let the fresh, spring air in. It made the house cool. Goosebumps spread all over her arms and legs, and her nipples became hard and pushed out against her top. She rubbed her arms but didn't close any windows.
April went to the kitchen started making pancakes for breakfast. She lived with her dad and brother, Jay. Her mother passed away when she was just a toddler, and April held no memories of her. April, Jay, and her father share the household chores equally, and it was her weekend to cook and clean. Jay was often out of the house, as he had to commute to the local college for school and had a job and a girlfriend.
As she stood at the counter, mixing pancake batter, she heard her someone come into the kitchen. April spun around. "Good morning, daddy!" she greeted her father, then bounced over to him to give him a kiss on the cheek. She realized that he was holding himself rigid and had the strangest expression on his face: shock and something else. When she saw that he was looking at her chest, her face reddened and she turned back to preparing breakfast.
"I'm making pancakes. Hope that's okay."
"That's," he swallowed hard, "...fine."
She sneaked a glance at him over her shoulder and saw that his eyes were roving over every one of her new curves, and her nipples got even harder. She had always thought that her father was handsome. Unlike most of her friends' dads, hers was tall, muscular, and had all of his hair. However, she had never thought that her own father would look at her in this way. Instead of the idea repulsing her, she found her heart thumping with excitement.
She rummaged through the drawer for the spatula, then saw that it was still in the dishwasher. She bent down to retrieve it from the back, not realizing that her ass stuck up in the air, and heard her father make a strangled-like sound. She stood and turned to him, "What was that?"
"Nothing," he mumbled and went to sit at the kitchen table to read the newspaper.
She shrugged and turned back to the stove. When she was done, she set down a plate stacked with pancakes in front of her dad, and his eyes were glued to the V of her neckline that revealed her cleavage. As they ate their breakfast, April saw that her dad often snuck glances at her tits. She pretended that she didn't notice and kept eating. She debated changing to a less revealing top after but decided against it. She liked that he looked at her.
"Are you going out today?" she asked her father.
"No, baby, I have work to do. I'm going to stay home all day."
"Okay, me too."
After breakfast, she cleaned up in the kitchen then went on to do her chores. She swept and mopped the floor, picked up the clutter in the living room, did the laundry, and even washed the windows. She figured that it was spring cleaning time. As she always does, she listened to music on headphones as she worked, dancing along to the tunes.
Her dad was on his laptop the whole time, but she could feel him watching her as she moved around the house. Her body bounced around as she danced. She could feel her dad's eyes on her tits as they jiggled and swayed. Her nipples remained hard, and she could feel her panties getting damp.
When she was done with the inside of the house, she went to work on the garden in the backyard. She loved being in the sun so much that she laid out in it after she was done her weeding. She did her schoolwork and texted her friends as she sunbathed. She didn't know if her dad was watching her from any of the windows, but she hoped that he was.
They had a late breakfast, so they had skipped lunch. For dinner, she grilled steaks on the barbecue and made a salad. She wanted to eat out on the patio, but the sun was setting and it became much chillier. She had to close most of the windows, and they ate inside. When they were done eating and were gathering up the dishes, the back of her dad's hand brushed against her nipple.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" he apologized.
"It's okay, daddy." She wanted to moan. It had felt so good! Just a light brush of his hand and she felt all tingly all over.
After she finished with the dishes, she took a hot shower. Tossing her pyjamas into the hamper, she took out her nightgown. Like her top, the material also stretched tightly across her boobs. It used to fall to her knees, but her bigger tits made the hem ride up to mid-thigh. She went down to the living room to watch TV with her dad. She saw that he eyed her nightgown appreciatively. He was drinking a beer and offered her one.
"Really? You'd let me drink beer?"
"It'll be our little secret," he winked at her.
She liked the taste of beer, having snuck a few sips here and there in the past, but he had never let her drink it before. Happily, she grabbed a beer and took a swig.
