Despite all the craziness of the last few days, I was still taken aback by what happened the next morning when Eve walked into the kitchen for breakfast.
I was at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and assembling a bunch of papers that I needed to bring to work that day. Kate was at the counter, cutting up some vegetables for omelettes that she was making for all three of us, when Eve walked in.
"Good morning, Mom. Good morning, Daddy," she said.
Kate and I looked up almost simultaneously and both of our mouths fell open in shocked surprise at the same time.
Eve was wearing her tiny little pleated school skirt, the one that had shrunk in the wash a couple of years ago and which didn't make it even half way down her thighs. For a blouse, she wore a crop-top t-shirt whose lower half had been torn off, and which came down to barely an inch or so below the bottom of her prodigious boobs. The shirt fit her shoulders fine, but her bust was so large that the material was stretched tight across her large chest. The torn lower hem of the shirt hung down from her 32DD tits in such a way that I felt an immediate urge to reach up from below and fondle her lovely bra-less tits.
And Holy Fuck! Was that a chain around her neck leading down into her cleavage? Was she wearing her cock fetish necklace?
The kicker, though, was what was printed on the shirt itself. Stretching across her large boobs were the words,
"PROPERTY OF DADDY".
My eyes bugged out of my head. My mouth fell open in surprise. I was speechless. My cock immediately started to get hard.
Kate froze in the midst of her chopping, the knife poised over a bell pepper. "Whuh?" she stammered.
Eve smiled cheerily. "What do you think of my t-shirt?" she chirped. "Isn't it funny?"
"Funny" was not exactly the first description that came into my mind, but I didn't say anything.
"Whuh... where did you get it?" Kate managed to ask. Her eyes were glued to Eve's chest.
"I was passing a tourist gift shop downtown yesterday and saw it in the window. It struck me as so silly that I had to buy it. What do you think?"
"I... I..."
"It's so retro! And look!" she continued. "It's got matching panties!" She lifted up her skirt with both hands, displaying white panties and a slogan that said "Yes Daddy!" in red lettering. Below the words were a red heart placed dead center over her pussy.
Then she spun around, making the skirt spin upward, and she bent over to let us look at her delicious ass. She put the palms of her hands on either side of her ass, as if she were presenting it to me to fuck her. Written across the back of the panties, stretching across her ass were the words,
"This Ass Belongs to Daddy"
She turned her head and, still bent over and facing away from me, smiled happily. "Isn't it fun?" she asked, beaming.
I wanted to jump out of the chair, grab her by her hips and start railing her right there in the middle of the kitchen. I pictured myself rearing my head back and howling in triumph as I fucked my busty little blonde goddess in front of her mother.
Instead, I forced myself to do nothing. My hand trembled slightly when I tried to casually take a sip of coffee.
Then Eve straightened up and smiled at us as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. She reached her arms up toward the ceiling in the sort of morning stretching motion that people sometimes do without thinking. It was an ordinary sort of action that, for most folks, wouldn't be anything special. But with a body like hers and dressed as she was, in a pornstar parody of a schoolgirl skirt and a tight little t-shirt that was too small for her incredible chest, the overall effect was breathtaking. It was as if she was posing for a Sports Illustrated swimsuit picture, or a centerfold or something. I tried not to stare at her amazing body, but I couldn't help myself.
When she raised her arms upward, the skimpy t-shirt rose upward, exposing the full, round undersides of her big, round tits. I stared at her chest, praying that the t-shirt would rise up another inch to expose her nipples.
Thank god I was sitting at the table, so no one could see my cock rising to salute her. Her body was glorious. Her platinum blonde hair shone in the morning sunlight coming in through the window. Her tiny skirt showed off her perfect legs. And her tits -- oh God, her tits! Her huge tits straining against that minuscule, overstretched shirt! She'd barely walked in the room, and already my cock was aching. I reached for a napkin to cover my crotch.
"Where's the coffee?" she asked.
Within a couple of minutes, Kate had finished the omelettes and we were all sitting together at the table. For some reason, Eve, always an affectionate girl, was especially affectionate that morning. Throughout the meal, she repeatedly reached out to Kate and especially to me, touching our hands gently with her fingertips. She could hardly go more than a minute or so without reaching out for physical contact. When I went beyond merely touching finger to finger and took her hand in mine, she inhaled deeply as if she were finally getting what she needed. She looked in my eyes and smiled. "I love you so much, Daddy," she said. Then, almost as an afterthought, she took Kate's hand with her other hand. "And Mom. I love you both so much!"
"I'm thinking of going on a bike ride over to the University today," she announced over a second cup of coffee. "It's really time I took a look at the place."
The fact was that Eve was in an odd in-between situation. Before her father's death, she'd had firm plans to go to college in Utah. She'd applied, been accepted, all that.
