Daddy almost caught me naked in the shower, as I hadn’t closed the door fully. I’m still unsure if that was an intentional move or not on my part. As I sat in my damp towel on the edge of my bed, I began to fantasize about what would have happened if he had entered the bathroom whilst I was in there.
Those thoughts began to make my aching pussy wet again, but I was holding off until tonight. I had big plans for later. I pushed the sexy thoughts aside and got dressed.
I chose some loose pyjama shorts and a vest top; it was still too hot, and I was damp from my shower. I left my damp, wavy hair down as it was cooling against my shoulders.
I headed downstairs to wait for the pizza to arrive.
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I went to my bedroom to change my shorts and threw on a clean T-shirt too, whilst I was there. The sight of my cum-stained shorts made me think of Apple in the shower, her hands snaking over her skin, and my cock began to stir.
No time for that now; I needed to order the pizza, so I jogged downstairs and placed our usual order.
I looked up to see her come into the kitchen; she looked so cute and relaxed in her pyjama shorts and vest top. I noted she wasn’t wearing underwear, as I could see the outline of her areolas through the thin white vest. She was going to be the end of me, I thought to myself as I quickly adjusted my shorts.
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Daddy was looking good. He had gotten changed for dinner but was still casual in shorts and a T-shirt.
Pizzas had been ordered, so I got us both a drink of juice from the fridge. I opened the fridge door, and instantly my nipples hardened at the cold air. I liked the feeling and decided to test Dad.
I didn’t cover up; I just faced him and asked if he would like some ice in his drink and watched his eyes as they widened slightly at the sight of my hard nipples straining against my top.
He mumbled something about ice being great, and I put him out of his awkwardness and went back to making our drinks.
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Apple went to make us both a drink whilst we waited for our pizzas to arrive. I sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen and scrolled on my phone.
I was asked if I wanted ice in my drink, and I didn’t know where to put my eyes. Apple’s nipples strained against the fabric of her top. I could make out every detail.
Thankful I was sitting at the breakfast bar, so the counter hid my cock, which was now tenting furiously against my shorts, I agreed to ice in my drink.
With that Apple turned around and bent down to the ice tray which was on the bottom shelf of the freezer. Her pert little ass was facing me, and the bottom of her shorts was riding up so I could make out the outline of her pussy.
I had to touch my cock; it was jumping and aching at the sight before me. I rubbed the head over my shorts and stifled a groan. I couldn’t stop staring.
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I reached down to the bottom shelf for the ice and popped a couple of cubes into each of our drinks.
I turned to hand Dad his drink and thought I’d heard him say something.
“You ok Daddy?”
He said he was just fine and took his drink.
I hopped up onto a breakfast stool and turned to face Dad. I brought my knees up to my chest and sat with my feet and bum on the seat, facing Dad.
I knew I had no underwear on, and that sitting like this would likely give him quite the display, but I had it in my mind that I wanted to tease Dad as much as possible and see what he would do about it.
I’d had enough of wondering what was under his shorts, and I’m sure he’s been peeping on me, but I needed him to make the first move in case I’d got it wrong. This could be a disaster if I were mistaken.
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I watched my Apple take a seat across from me and hoik her knees up and place her feet on the seat. Her pyjama bottoms creased up into her folds, and I could make out the lips of her plump little pussy.
I couldn’t speak. My arousal was taking over my every thought. She must know what she’s doing to me.
She lifted her drink, eyes staring directly at me and with her tongue located the straw, licked it suggestively, then pursed her lips around it and sucked the cold liquid into her mouth.
She relaxed her knees and let them fall apart slightly. I could now see her still hard rosebud nipples as well as her cute little pussy. Did I spot a little damp patch on her shorts?
I felt dizzy with lust. My cock was straining for release. I clocked that my mouth was slightly open as I watched this little temptress before me. I licked my dry lips and shifted in my seat.
Was Apple coming on to me intentionally? She must be. My mind was racing. What if I’d got it wrong?
I had to do something. Say something.
At that moment, the doorbell buzzed.
The pizzas were here!
