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Cathy's day passed in a very slow motion, she couldn't pay attention to classes, or even what people around her said. She could only think about her father, her mind working furiously with a thousand fantasies and doubts.
Again she didn't even thought about men and flirting, much to the disappointment of the male populace at school. All her mind was set on the question of her father's feelings. It made her so horny she had to masturbate in the school bathroom.
She skipped her aerobics class in the afternoon, something she had never done without good reason, and spent the whole day in erotic fantasies and the pleasures brought by her own fingers, she imagined herself in every kind of forbidden situation with her father and was anxious to see him tonight.
The girl prepared the settings for her night scene putting some of her teen magazines on top of the living room small table, the one between her father's favorite chair and the TV, then positioned the lamp shade to the side of the arm chair, so that the illumination in front of the chair was perfect. Satisfied she went to her bedroom to get dressed.
Today she wanted to outdo yesterday's display, she wanted to dress even sexier, more provocatively. She grabbed one of her largest tank tops, it had been a birthday gift from an airhead friend. It was light pink and very sheer, but not see-through, with a famous cartoon character smiling face in it, the straps were thin at the shoulders and got larger as it went bellow to form it's deep V-shaped neck line. Unhappily the girl bought it two sizes larger, and everybody laughed at her at the time, and Cathy kept it as a private joke, it looked like a dress on her!
But it was a very short dress, the hem line going just to half a inch bellow the bottom of her crotch. It was a very low necked tank top, and since it was on the wrong size for her the neck line stood in the lower half of her breasts, in fact what was covering her areolas from view was the lower part of the straps, the end of it's V-shape was some two inches bellow her bosom.
The nipples went in and out of cover constantly as she walked or, in fact, moved in any way. Every time she bended or arched her body, even if lightly, it rode up, exposing herself to the hips if she went far enough. And today she decided to use no underwear. No bra, no panties.
When Cathy heard her father entering home her heart nearly exploded with excitement and she took a deep breath, getting the courage needed for tonight's game.
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I went to dad in a sexy walk, making sure to twist my hips as much as possible without making it unnatural. He was wearing his silk shorts and T-shirt, and I couldn't say if he was using underwear. My pussy was already moist and my heart was beating hard as I approached him.
"Hi daddy!" I said trying to notice any kind of desire in his eyes, but he was doing a good job if he was hiding it.
As I got near him I arched my back slower than usual to kiss his forehead and finally saw a hint of exasperation as my breasts escaped to the sides of the top. I decided to do things a little different and got a little forward, some inches more than usual, and as I lowered my body to kiss him my boobs brushed lightly against his face.
It got me even hotter and I hardly managed to suppressed a moan. Then I straightened up myself and adjusted my tank top, raising it to cover my bosom. But, since it was too short to cover everything, my pussy lips went into view, the hem line a good half inch above the bottom of my crotch, I feigned drowsiness and stretched, causing it to go even higher, baring my pussy to the point where dad could see my blonde pubic mound.
His face was showing his lust and discomfort, but I pretended not to notice it, he swiftly recovered composure and again it seemed that nothing had happened. But it was obvious he noticed I wasn't wearing panties... and daddy said nothing about it. The lamp shade made sure he have had a perfect clear view of what I was showing him.
I gave my back to him as I turned to the small table where my teen magazines were laying, scattered all along it, and bended over at the waist. The tank top billowed down on the front and rode up to my hips on my back, all my full round butt was open to his enjoyment. I swayed my ass while collecting and choosing among the magazines, my rear in his full view. I even opened my legs a bit, so that my vaginal lips were visible.
I knew I was making a great show!
When I turned to face him again he was flushed, his breath quicker than usual and his erection was impossible to hide. I still pretended nothing unusual was happening.
"Cathy...I-I think your dress is too short, and... well, it's really to short." He said with some difficulty, as if the words were coming out of his mouth against his will. "It would cause some violent reaction in any man who saw you..." he continued halfheartedly.
I could see that dad wanted to speak more, but stopped.
"Oh, come on daddy! It's just me, your little girl, what's wrong with me dressing comfortably in front of you?"
I walked to him and straddled his lap, face to face with my father. I lowered my crotch to his, feeling his half hard cock touching my slit through the sheer clothes we both were using. When my hands went to his shoulders, the straps of my top already were on my arms. I needed my years of practice to do a trick like that! My raised arms kept the garment in place, but my cleavage was nearly in his face. Since the straps were so down, the nipples were poking out on the sides of it, my already hard nipples making two visible points on the garment.
"You are my father and I love you... I trust you..." My pantiless crotch was hard pressed against his erection, I could feel he wasn't wearing underwear!
"Yes, but... people wouldn't understand my darling. They would think... well that..." he spoke with his face red and his stiff member still swelling to great proportions. I was wetting his shorts, my slit was dripping with excitement!
"No way! I like to be dressed in short dresses, and I like to sit on your lap. What people have to do with this?" I asked with a coy look in my face.
"Well, y-you are a beautiful young girl and I am a man... sometimes people can't see that we are father and daughter, or they see it and know that even so there may be something... something unusual happening" he spoke it as if to himself.
"Like you getting hot for me?" I asked and moved my body a little, just enough to bare my nipples. I kept looking him in the eye and pretended not to have noticed it. "Maybe people would think such a thing because you've been alone for so long."
