Tiffany was no slouch from the neck down either. Although she generally wore tom-boyish clothes there was no hiding her curvy hips and butt when she had on a snug pair of jeans. She normally wore looser fitting shirts that gave just the slightest hint of her swelling breasts. Those lucky enough to see her in a bikini at the lake however had no doubt she was 100% woman. Her breasts had grown quite a lot recently despite her complaints about it each time she tried to wear an old t-shirt from rock concerts she’d been to the previous year. Why couldn’t they just stay a B or even a small C?
Tiffany had lots of friends. Some girls envied her for her natural beauty but since Tiffany was probably the least likely to attempt to steal boyfriends her obvious advantage was overlooked by the other girls. Tiffany most certainly liked boys but never had an actual boyfriend. All her close male friends were the slightly grungy type that hung out in garages on the weekend trying to start up a real band. Tiffany was most at home with this crowd. In fact she was fairly involved with a band that called themselves “The Dragon’s Lair”. Yeah, it was a corny/cheesy name but Tiffany liked it and enjoyed hanging out with the guys on the weekend. The guys of course loved having Tiffany around and prayed she would get hot enough playing the bass to just wear a tank-top during practice. Aside from being the only one in the band with tits, Tiffany was actually pretty good so she was a natural pick for them when they tried to organize practice sessions at the beginning of the year. Tiffany was also the only one in the band that had a big enough garage that they could all fit their stuff in it for practice.
Tiffany’s dad wasn’t rich but he was well off enough and Bob liked to spoil his daughter at every given opportunity so when she asked him in her sweet soft voice, “Daddy, can our band practice in the extra garage?” he quickly agreed. Their house had an extra garage on the side and it wasn’t used for much more than storing a lawn mower and some home projects that Bob was working on. “Sure angel. I’ll clean out the extra spot and you can use it for practice. Just don’t play after 10 at night or the home owner’s association will start sending me nasty letters.” Tiffany loved that her dad still called her his little “Angel” even though she was hardly little any more. Tiffany’s mother had died in a car crash when Tiffany was only 12. Bob told her that “mommy is in Heaven now but I have my little angel here to remind me of her.” The name stuck and her dad rarely even called her Tiffany. Just “Angel” or “little Angel”.
Bob had been dealt a mixed deck of cards in life. Despite having an excellent job and wonderful wife and daughter, his wife had been killed in a car crash leaving him with just Tiffany. Still Bob was thankful that Tiffany wasn’t with her mom that day. At least he still had her to remind him of his wife. Having Tiffany around helped tremendously with the pain. He was too busy trying to help Tiffany grow up to sit around and feel sorry for himself. He sometimes blamed himself for Tiffany being sort of tom-boyish but Bob didn’t quite have the fashion sense that his wife had. Who would have expected it from him really? What he did do was to just try and be there for Tiffany when she needed him. He got her up and made her breakfast before school each day, let her buy whatever she wanted for clothes, bought her “supplies” when she started her period, and he even had a sex talk with her when she asked him one day what a blow job was. Bob smiled thinking about how he nearly choked on his coffee when Tiffany said “Daddy, what’s a blow job?” Bob sat her down and had a frank and open discussion about men, women, and sex. To help demonstrate, Bob even let Tiffany watch a scene of some soft-core porn that he kept hidden in his closet. Bob just told her that this was “sexual education material” that he kept in case she had questions. He later regretted naming it that because Tiffany had asked several times after that if she could watch the sex ed video again after some conversation she had with one of her friends sparked her interests. The video was harmless enough. It was called Kama Sutra 3 and just depicted couples having sex in various positions with soft music in the background. It only briefly showed actual penetration and never showed the man orgasming except for when he was inside the woman. Luckily Tiffany hadn’t asked to see that video for a couple years now so Bob was spared the embarrassment of revealing that he kept a small porn collection in his closet. A few of the titles were very graphic stuff that you wouldn’t see on Cine-max.
Bob had just finished coming home from work on a Friday evening. He could hear the band practicing in the garage. They were actually starting to sound pretty good. He poked his head out into the garage to say hello but none of them noticed him. They were all too busy working on their set to see him so he just watched for a second. Tiffany fit right in with the guys. Jeans and a tank-top just like the rest of them. After watching for a few minutes Bob realized that Tiffany wasn’t quite the same as the guys. His little Angel obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. Whenever Tiffany would jump to the beat, her breasts would bounce along with her in the opposite direction. When had Tiffany’s breasts gotten so big? Bob found himself mesmerized with the movement and despite it being his sweet little Angel his cock began to twitch and rapidly grew to a full hardness. “I’m going to have to talk to that girl about that” he thought to himself. She at least has to wear a sports bra out there with the guys. Her unimpaired breasts were just way too seductive for Bob to feel comfortable about her being out there along with the boys. For that matter they were too seductive for just Bob. “I’m going to have to hit the porn stash tonight” Bob chuckled to himself.
Bob had just finished changing out of his work clothes and relaxed in the recliner in his room when he heard Tiffany come into the house. “Hey dad, you home?” Tiffany called as she walked down the hallway to his bedroom. “Yep, I’m in her angel”. Tiffany walked in and said “I saw you peek in on us. Our set was going great and I didn’t want to spoil practice, but I don’t want you to think I was ignoring you.” Tiffany walked over and gave her dad a quick kiss on the lips. “How was your day at work daddy?” This was the usual exchange when he came home in the evening. Tiffany normally gave him a kiss and they would chat about their day before dinner. Today however Bob was still affected by what he had seen earlier in the garage. Tiffany stood there in front of him in some skinny jeans and the tank top. Bob smiled at her, and said “It was good. You guys sounded great out there.” Bob glanced down from her beaming smile to the sweat that was on her neck and chest. A large bead of sweat gathered and ran down her chest. At the last moment it rolled right and slipped down between her cleavage. Tiffany’s tank-top had stretched out with all the sweat and it was revealing better than half of the top of her tits. Bob brought himself back out of the trance. “Tiffany, angel. Don’t you think you should be wearing a sports bra out there? That tank top isn’t leaving much to the imagination. You’re not a little girl any more angel. I don’t want those boys ogling over you during practice.” Tiffany looked down and laughed. “O daddy, you’re so funny. The guys aren’t going to give me a hard time over this.” Tiffany jumped a couple times just to mock me and her breasts swayed beautifully up and down. I looked at her and gave her my best “you’re being bad” look even though the action was starting to make my cock grow again. “Okay, okay. I’ll get a sports bra.” Tiffany said. “Those things are hot but I’ll wear one when I’m out with the boys. Will that keep you happy?” I nodded and smiled. “Now Go clean up for dinner.”
Tiffany turned and started jogged up the stairs. I watched her tits bounce with each step. “God she’s going to kill me” I muttered under my breath. Tiffany stopped half way up and shouted down “Can I just use your shower? I don’t think I have any clean towels in mine” I told her “Angel you can use any shower you want in the house. You know that.” “Okay” Tiffany said. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t need it.” I knew that her bathroom had plenty of towels. Tiffany just preferred using the master bathroom shower. It was a large walk-in shower that was glass on the one long side from floor to ceiling and even had a sky-light in the ceiling above it. When I had the house built I had that extra large shower put in so that my wife and I could use it together. The shower had jets on three sides with several massage options. It’s one of my favorite guilty over indulgent pleasures. I didn’t blame Tiffany for preferring that one over the one upstairs. Compared the master bedroom shower, hers was a gloomy tiny dungeon.
Tiffany went past me and shut the double doors that led into the master bath. I heard the water running and got up to go to the kitchen to start dinner. When I walked past the bathroom doors I noticed that one of them wasn’t closed completely. I walked past it at first but then my cock stopped me and pulled me back to the door. “What’s gotten into you Bob?” I asked myself. This was crazy. It’s not like I had never seen Tiffany naked before. We didn’t hang around the house nude, but I didn’t shut the double doors when I showered and from time to time Tiffany would stick her head in the door and say “good night” or “good morning” while I was in the shower. Tiffany even asked me occasionally for something while she was in there. Occasionally she would call out “Daddy, can you get me some conditioner?” and I would bring some in and set it just inside the shower. Normally she had her back to me and I just saw her bare bottom, but on occasion I saw glimpses of her breasts. Just last week she said she couldn’t get out because a cricket was right in front of the shower door. When I went in to get it Tiffany had a towel wrapped around her loosely but I could see the aureole on one of her breasts. Still it had been over a year since I saw her completely nude and I was curious, no my cock was curious as to just how much her breasts had grown since my last look.
I peeked into the crack between the partially closed doors and saw that Tiffany had already gotten into the shower. I couldn’t see much beyond her right arm from the angle I was at so I opened the door a little bit more and Tiffany was in full view behind the glass wall that made up most of the shower. She was washing her hair and I watched as the water spilled down her back and went down in between the crack in her ass. Her hips had filled out nicely and from behind I would have sworn she was a fully grown woman. I kicked myself mentally. “Bob she’s legal age, but come on! That’s your daughter”. I forced myself to walk out to the kitchen and start supper. I had to think of something quick since I had spent my time hanging out at the bathroom door so I just threw some spaghetti noodles into some boiling water and warmed up some meatballs and sauce in the microwave. I was just getting that started when I heard “Daddy, I forgot to bring my stuff down stairs with me”. I called back to her “Hold on just a minute angel. I was trying to get dinner started.” Then Tiffany called back, “That’s fine. I’ll get it.” I heard the sound of footsteps on the tile floor on the other end of the house. I took a couple steps out of the kitchen and glanced down towards the master bedroom. Tiffany was walking up the stairs with a towel around her waist, but absolutely nothing on top. If I would have had my hand in boiling water I wouldn’t have noticed. “Wow!” I said quietly to myself. “Her breasts must be nearly a D cup now.” Tiffany disappeared up-stairs but the rock hard cock in my pants wasn’t going anywhere. My porn tapes and my poor cock and right hand were going to get a work-out tonight.
Once dinner was done I set the table and called Tiffany down. I say called her down. Actually I sent her a text message to come down. “Kids can’t do a thing without those mobile phones” I chuckled to myself. When Tiffany came down the stairs I saw that she was already wearing pajamas. Her pajamas normally consisted of a camisole or tank top and a pair of panties. I had already lost that battle with her 2 years ago. Her body had just really started to change and I bought her a robe for Christmas as hint that I thought she should cover up more around the house. Of course it sat in the back of her closet like the ugly ties she got me for Father’s Day. I even tried directly asking her once if she was wearing enough clothes while walking around the house and she just laughed and said “Daddy, it’s just you and me here at night. It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.” Of course she was right but what I couldn’t tell her was that her body was starting to be a bit distracting for her old man. So she pretty much wore whatever she wanted at night around the house. I had sort of gotten used to it but some times she would have on a pair of boy short panties or a thong and I would hide out in my room to avoid the discomfort.
As Tiffany walked into the dining room I could see that tonight was going to be sheer torture for me. I had just barely gotten my mind off her bouncy show earlier in the garage, and my peeping Tom show in the shower. Tiffany walked in wearing some white lacy boy shorts that half her ass was coming out of and a plain white tank top. “Mmmm that smells good daddy” Tiffany said. She walked in gave me a kiss on the cheek, grabbed her plate, and then turned and walked to the table. I looked back at her as she walked away. Yep. Most of her ass was hanging out. Those boy shorts turned me on more than a thong for some reason. I watched her behind sway in a seductive womanly fashion all the way over to her seat and finally grabbed my plate and joined her at the table. Things only got worse from there. Evidently she didn’t fully dry off after the shower. Her hair was still a bit wet and it had gotten the top half of her white tank top wet too. Tiffany’s nipples and aureole were clearly visible. “Is that a new shirt” I asked trying to give her a reason why I kept staring at her breasts. “Yeah, I bought a few of these in different colors and some new panties at Victoria’s Secret the other day. My winter time pajamas are getting worn out and these are so much more comfortable.” She looked at me and I must have had a funny look on my face. She then looked back down…
