Tiffany and her dad were working out together. They had a home gym and it had become something of a family ritual to gather there in the early evening and do some working out. Tonight, her dad was showing her the press bench. He lay on his back and easily pushed the weights up, holding them at arm's length. Her dad was tall, dark haired, and muscular with an easy smile and a downright silly sense of humour.
"The thing about lifting the weights is to do it slowly but steadily." His big shoulders moved as he talked, lowering the mass before pushing it back up again. "Relax, because if you're not relaxed you're not working the correct muscles. Plus with tension you're more likely to pull something. We've all pulled something before and we know it hurts like hell!" He laughed.
"Not always!" Tiffany grinned, sticking her tongue out at him.
He flushed and lifted the weights again. "Be serious, girl, just for once. You do this wrong and it's going to cost us a fortune in doctor's bills!"
Tiffany leaned over his head, checking out the weights as he lifted them. He pushed up and then lowered slowly, not letting the weights drop but supporting them on the way down. The sun was glowing through the window. Her father was unable to help himself noticing the smooth muscular form of his daughter. She was clad in a tight t-shirt and a pair of equally unforgiving blue shorts. Her body had not an ouch of fat on it and her stomach was flat with a ripple of muscle. She certainly was in great shape. Her breasts were like two apple sized handfuls underneath the tight material. Dave was shocked that he could see her nipples standing up, obviously her heart rate was high from the three mile run they had just completed. Her hair, pulled back in a pony tail, was a riot of blond curls. A single one had escaped and was plastered to her forehead with sweat.
"Okay, so up... and down.. and up... and down..." She smiled. "A regular rhythmn." As she said this she lifted herself up on her toes and then lowered, bouncing and causing her beasts to sway gently.
Dave stopped pushing and lay back for a moment, his eyes anywhere but his daughter. "Are you sure you want to do this, honey? I mean, you're fit enough as it is. You don't want to lose your feminine looks."
Julie, Tiffany's mother, was away on business this week and Dave, to be honest, felt a little uncomfortable having his teenage daughter around. Normally it was the three of them in here. Her two brothers had shown no interest in joining in and, sure enough, had left the house to go fishing right after dinner. Being alone with Tiffany seemed slightly wrong for him. He did not feel overly happy around the girl. He knew her reputation and had to admit that he was not immune to her looks himself. She looked a lot like a younger version of her mother, only with his eyes.
"It's okay, dad. I really want to stay fit and not get fat, you know? Being fit is reward in itself."
"Now you sound like your mother too." He tutted, grinning at her. A bead of sweat fell from her forehead and she crossed to the towels to dry off. Dave went back to pumping iron.
