Meeting Her Father (closed)

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Matt very quickly waved off the notion of Casey sleeping on the couch.

"What kind of dad would I be if I made you crash on the couch when I have two perfectly good bedrooms in this house?" he asked. "Sure, one of them is a little messy at the moment, but that's why you're sleeping in here."

Whem Casey mentioned her plan to use the shower, he remembered that he had just come from the bar, and probably smelled like an overwhelming combination of fried food and beer.

"A shower sounds pretty good, now that you mention it. The master is all yours - I'll use the one down the hall and meet you in the living room when we're all done."

Matt left Casey to get settled in his room, slipping into the guest room and closing the door behind him. Before he could hop in the shower, he still needed to give Jenna a call. She picked up after the first ring.

"Hi baby," she purred, in a voice that oozed sex.

"Hey Jenna," Matt said, mustering up his willpower. He knew that when Jenna answered the phone like that, she had only one thing on her mind. "Listen, I had a family emergency come up and a family member is staying the night with me. I don't think I'll be able to see you until tomorrow."

Jenna was disappointed but not ready to give in yet, plying at him with offers to sneak into the house late at night and explicit descriptions of what she wanted to do together that made Matt blush just knowing his daughter was down the hall. In the end, Jenna accepted his vague insistence that it wouldn't be appropriate for them to hook up in the midst of an "emergency," but not before she'd managed to get him standing up at full mast without even being in the same room.

After hanging up the phone, Matt took a few deep breath and willed his erection to tame itself, before ditching his clothes and jumping into the guest bathroom shower. He ran the water cool, which seemed to help the situation as well. After showering and toweling off, however, he realized that he had neglected to get a fresh srt of clothes for himself from his wardrobe in the master bedroom. Wrapping his towel around his waist, he peeked out into the hall and then quietly walked over to the master bedroom door, which was still open a crack. From inside, he could hear the faint sound of water pattering down in the shower.

Good, he thought to himself, she's still in the shower. Just need to be in and out quick.

Just to be safe, he rapped his knuckles a few times on the bedroom door. Hearing no response, he stepped inside and headed toward the chest of drawers that housed his casual at-home clothes.

 

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Casey started sorting through the clothes she'd eventually slip into after bathing, and once her father had left the room she disappeared into the bathroom and started looking around. She recognized a few name-brand products in the shower that were used mostly by women, but it wasn't like the bathroom was completely stocked with feminine products. Casey turned the water on, and then she stepped out of the bathroom and began taking her clothes off.

First, she lifted her shirt up over her head, and folded it quickly before setting it aside. She then lifted her arms up behind her back and unhooked her bra, and set it down next to her shirt before sliding out of her pants and underwear. She left everything next to her bag out on the bed, and then padded her way back into the bathroom before closing the door.

By the time she stepped inside, the water was nice and warm. Unlike the shower back home, the water pressure in her dad's shower was fantastic. Yes, bathing was a chore, but she liked to think of the shower as a necessary evil.

Casey lathered up her body with a fair amount of soap, and as she started focusing on her large breasts, she thought she heard a noise coming from just outside the bathroom. All she could hear, however, was the water. Shrugging it off, she started washing her face and then ran her hands down her back towards her butt, and she closed her eyes as the water massaged her chest. Showering wasn't glamorous, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the moment.

Once Casey's hair was nice and wet, she applied a liberal amount of conditioner and let it sit for a while before she started using the herbal shampoo to lather it all up. Eventually, after thoroughly rinsing her hair, she fumbled around for the shower nozzle and turned the water off. She had to really steel her nerves for what came next: opening up the curtain.

"Cold... cold... cold," she whined.

Casey dried her body quickly, though she kept a few towels on for as long as possible before she opened the door to the bedroom and stepped back out so she could eventually change and join her father in the living room.

 

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Once inside the master bedroom, Matt breathed a sigh of relief upon confirming that Casey was, indeed, still in the shower with the bathroom door closed. That made it easy enough for him to drop his towel, slip into a fresh pair of boxers, and grab the lounge pants he would wear for the rest of the evening.

As he headed back for the bedroom door, his eyes momentarily lingered on Casey's undergarments, neatly folded along with the rest of her clothes next to her bag on the bed. Her bra and panties weren't frilly, somewhat to Matt's relief. Still, his body was coursing with hormones stirred up by his recent conversation with Jenna, and for just a few moments, he found himself picturing the simple garments adorning Casey's youthful curves, baring so much smooth skin yet leaving just enough to the imagination. Fortunately for Matt, a change in the sound coming from the bathroom alerted him to the fact that Casey had shut off the water to the shower, and he quickly made his exit, pushing any remaining thoughts of Casey in her underwear to the recesses of his mind.

After pulling on a clean t-shirt and his lounge pants, Matt headed downstairs to wait for Casey. Buying himself with setting out a selection of snacks and beverages, he heard his cell phone buzz a couple of times with text message notifications,but ignored it. If it was important, they could call him; otherwise, he was going to focus on making a good impression with Casey and having an enjoyable evening.

 

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As Casey stepped out of the bathroom and looked around, she noticed that the door leading out into the hallway was open a bit more than before. She guessed that the noise she'd heard earlier was her dad popping inside, but she shrugged it off as she was using his bedroom to crash in. The young girl eventually disrobed, and since she didn't have any fresh underwear of her own, she decided to put on her father's boxer shorts and then threw on one of the larger shirts that he'd offered her earlier. She could have worn the clothes she'd brought in the duffle bag, but something just felt right about wearing his clothes instead.

She checked herself out in the bathroom mirror, and she couldn't help but like the way the clothes looked on her. Not surprisingly, the shirt was very baggy, but at least it was able to cover up part of the boxer shorts. Casey ended up grabbing the athletic shorts she'd brought in her bag, and she tied it tight so that nothing would fall off.

"I look ridiculous," she joked as she finally came downstairs.

Her father was just setting out a few snacks and drinks for them to share, and she leaned over against the counter and started fingering some of the food.

"So... what are we going to watch?"

 

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Matt smiled when he heard the soft footfalls of Casey's bare feet padding down the stairs and looked up to find her dressed down in the shirt he had given to her, tied off to help with the difference in their clothing sizes. Her freshly washed hair left little damp spots across her shoulders, and as she came nearer to examine the snacks he had laid out, he caught a strong whiff of the scented shampoo that Jenna kept for her use in the shower.

"You look...," he began, as a stream of possible adjectives - some appropriate, some not - zipped through his train of thought. Eventually, he settled on, "adorable."

He carried a couple of the snacks over tk the coffee table and set them down before picking up the remote and turning on the television.

"I haven't quite figured out what the feature presentation is tonight. I've got HBO, so there's probably something decent on there. I've also got some shows on the DVR, but mostly guy stuff like Gotham, Arrow, and some sci-fi shows. I'm not sure if you're into any of that. We could always order something from pay per view."

Matt's phone buzzed again, and this time he glanced at the screen just long enough to note that he message was from Jenna, before setting it down again. She was probably giving him a hard time for bailing on her, but he would make it up to her another time.

 

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"You look... adorable."

"Thanks," Casey said as she smiled sweetly. She grabbed one of the snacks before her father carted the rest off to the living room, and then she followed after him and plopped herself down on the spacious and incredibly comfy couch. She picked up her glass of iced tea and took a few sips while her dad listed off a few of their options.

"Do you have On-Demand for HBO? I guess we could rent one of the movies if none of the ones playing are any good."

She thought about watching a sci-fi show, but they didn't interest her too much. And to even get started, they'd have to watch the series from the very beginning.

"I dunno. Surprise me," she said just as his phone began to vibrate. She watched her father check his phone, but then he set it down without answering or responding. Casey's curious nature was starting to get the better of her, and she thought about playing a game of 'Keep The Phone Away From Dad', but she just tucked her feet underneath her and sat back against the cushions.

"Who was it?"

 

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Matt wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to watch either, so he surfed over to HBO to get a glimpse of what was on, which turned out to be "Grudge Match," the somewhat ridiculous looking film featuring Stallone and DeNiro as over-the-hill boxers who enter the ring to settle an old grudge. It wouldn't have been Matt's first choice, but it seemed just light and silly enough to fit the evening.

When Casey asked about the source of the alert on his phone, he briefly considered playing it off as one of his buddies. But a little voice inside of him questioned whether he wanted to start lying to Casey so soon, especially over something as unimportant as a friend with benefits.

"That was... uh, remember the other night when I told you I don't have anyone serious in my life? Well, that was true... But I do have a friend, Jenna, that, um..."

Shit, explaining a sex friend to your daughter is not easy.

"She spends the night here sometimes, and I go to her place sometimes."

He managed to get out an explanation without using the word "sex," but Casey was a smart girl and would almost certainly figure it out. He hoped it wouldn't distress her too much.

 

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Casey wasn't really interested in the television. Hell, the damned thing could have been broken and she wouldn't have cared. She was glad to spending time with her dad, and the more she hung out with him, the more she liked him. She nodded her head when he asked if she remembered inquiring about anyone special in his life, and Casey couldn't help but smile as her father explained that a girl named Jenna was often coming over.

"It's okay, Dad. To be honest, I was a little concerned about your using mango-scented shampoo, but I guess that explains that."

Casey felt a little bad, as she had probably ruined whatever plans he'd made with Jenna.

But, as evidence by her father ignoring the messages, he had apparently chosen to spend time with her instead. And she was okay with that. Patting the seat cushion next to her, Casey beckoned her father to come sit down before she grabbed the remote out of his hands.

 

[AgntSmth]

Much to Matt's relief, Casey took his revelation about Jenna in stride, with only a wisecrack about the mango scented shampoo that had taken up residence in his shower.

"Hey, how do you know I don't just enjoy the scent of mangoes?" he asked, settling into the couch next to Casey.

To accentuate his not-quite-serious point, he pressed his nose into Casey's still-damp hair and inhaled deeply. Sure enough, the sweetness of Jenna's shampoo and conditioner blasted his senses, but he could have sworn there was something else to it, something lingering about Casey that just made it smell unique... and better.

Putting it out of mind, he munched on a couple of pretzels as Casey grabbed the remote from him.

"I guess you're driving then!" he said with smile, leaning back and watching as she proceeded to flip through the channels.

"Thanks for being cool about Jenna. I wasn't sure how something like that goes over. I guess it's just nice to have someone, even if they're not necessarily who you'll be with long term."

As if in cue, his phone vibrated again.

"Okay, I'm putting this thing on silent," he proclaimed. "There'll be plenty of time for her another night."

 

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The young girl couldn't help but giggle as her father leaned in and pressed his face against her dark hair to take in her scent before she'd grabbed the remote and started channel surfing. She glanced over at his phone as the screen lit up again and vibrated, and she smirked as her father said that he'd finally put the damned thing on silent.

"It's okay. I mean, you don't really have to go into any details about it. I'm sure she's great," Casey said.

She continued flipping through the channels, but she huffed when she couldn't really decide on what to watch.

"There is like... nothing on... and you've got like... a billion channels."

 

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Matt laughed when Casey complained about the total lack of content across the many channels he subscribed to.

"Thank God, I thought it was just me!" he exclaimed. "Feels like every time I sit down to watch this thing, I spend half an hour just going through the channels to find that nothing good is on, anywhere!"

He racked his brain as he grabbed another handful of pretzels, trying to figure out what else he could do to keep his daughter amused.

"What do girls your age do on Friday nights, aside from hanging with their dads?" he asked. "We've got the place to ourselves, I'm sure if the TV won't indulge us with something good, we can figure something out between the two of us. Music, maybe? I'm not boring, I swear!"

 

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"I mean, I recognize some of these movies, but I can't figure out which ones to put on," she added, frowning a bit. She let out a heavy and defeated sigh as she tossed the remote between their bodies, seemingly resigned to the fact that she was too indecisive. And even she couldn't even be indecisive as she reached for the remote a second later.

"Well, we could talk about feminine hygiene products," she said. "Maybe not. Um, I dunno. You can put on some music if you want. I'm okay hanging out just like this, though. Maybe I should put on a chick-flick," Casey playfully suggested, and she coyly bit her lip as she thumbed through the channels to find a girly movie to put on.

 

[AgntSmth]

If Casey had gotten her curves and good looks from her mom, she had certainly inherited her indecisiveness from Matt. He couldn't help but watch, amused, as his daughter threw down the remote only to pick it back up again, not content to let it go but clearly running out of reasons to still hold onto it. Matt understood how she felt; he wasn't ready yet to admit defeat and just chill, especially when the back-and-forth between the two of them had been so fun.

"Maybe I should put on a chick-flick."

"Nooooo!" Matt protested in mock misery, and launched himself over onto Casey's side of the couch, play-tackling her and reaching for the remote. "Anything but a chick-flick!"

In truth, Matt didn't have anything against the genre, and even found some of the romantic comedies to be fairly entertaining. But he wanted to keep the energy in the room up for at least a bit longer, and Casey's mention of chick-flicks was the perfect opportunity to have a little fun.

 

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It was nice to see that her father really had as much of a sense of humor as she did, and it was the kind of playful fun that Casey could never really enjoy with her mother. As the young girl threatened to turn on a chick-flick, her father launched himself at her and managed to pin her down against the couch with one strong arm, while the other "reached" for the remote.

"No! Fair!" Casey shouted, and she laughed as she struggled to pull her arm away from his body, trying to get the remote as far away as possible.

Most girls her age would probably hate to be roughing around their dad, but Casey was loving it.

And she didn't mind that her dad was a helluva lot stronger than she was. It wasn't uncomfortable, but her movements were fairly restricted.

"Noooo! My remote!"

 

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Casey had a surprising amount of fight hidden in her small frame, and Matt found his heart and breathing begin to race as the two of them struggled over control of the remote. Eventually he managed to hold her down with one arm across her mid-section while he reached for the remote, which she was holding as far away from him as she could with her arm stretched overhead. Matt's longer reach won out, allowing him to bring his hand level with hers, but she had her slender fingers closed tightly around the remote, and the most he could do was close his hand over hers.

"Awww, c'mon, you know I've won," he said, grinning down at her, panting. "You know you can't hold onto this remote forever."

He shifted the arm that was pinning her down so that he could settle into a more comfortable position in order to wait her out, and was surprised when he felt his forearm brush up against the undersides of her breasts. He was even more surprised to realize that her large breasts were untethered, with no trace of a bra underneath the oversized t-shirt she had on. He could feel the warmth of her soft flesh radiating onto his skin through the fabric of his shirt, and suddenly his heart was pounding for reasons completely unrelated to the exertion of play-fighting with Casey for the remote.

His mind told him that he should pull back, but something else inside of him kept him right where he was, with his arm pressed across her chest.

 

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"Awww, c'mon, you know I've won. You know you can't hold onto this remote forever."

"I can... and I... will!"

Casey was still putting up as much of a fight as she could, despite the fact she was giggling and her father had a much stronger arm than she did. She felt her father's body shift against hers on the couch, and then his arm was pushing against the underside of her large breasts. Without a bra on, her tits were free to move around a bit more against her chest, though her father's arm was acting as a sort of pressure for them, and they pushed upwards against her body.

The dark-haired teen watched her father closely, and trapped under his weight, her heavy breathing caused her breasts to heave against her chest.

The more his arm pushed at her chest, the more then began to push out.

 

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Matt watched his daughter's face for any sign of discomfort as he continued to press his weight against her. He could feel his arm pushing harder and harder against the curve of her breasts, causing the large globes to press up and against each other, straining against the fabric of her shirt. He kept up a token effort of reaching for the remote, but more and more, his attention was diverting south to Casey's breasts. He could have sworn they were going to tear right through her shirt...

Finally, his conscience kicked in and he pushed his weight back, removing the arm that he had been using to pin her down. The outline of her breasts almost appeared to melt as her flesh once again gave way to gravity.

It was only when he pulled back that Matt realized he had been hardening. Fortunately, he hadn't developed a full erection, so he was still able to conceal his physical reaction to Casey's body beneath the loose fabric of his lounge pants. A few moments more, and things could have gotten really embarrassing.

"Okay, okay, you win," he said quietly, wondering what had come over him. "I... yeah... chick flick."

He glanced back over at Casey, who was still lying on her back. From his vantage point, he could almost see straight up the legs of her shorts, but resisted the curious urge to do so. He'd misbehaved enough already, and he didn't even understand why.

 

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Casey wasn't in too much discomfort as her father pressed himself against her, and if anything her eyes softened as his strong arm pushed against the curvature of her breasts, forcing them to push against each other. She kept her eyes focused on his face even as his eyes started moving down towards her chest, and her nipples began poking against the fabric of the shirt as it tightened against her body.

Before anything else could happen, though, her dad pushed himself back, and the shirt relaxed against her chest.

She didn't know what to say.

"Okay, okay, you win. I... yeah... chick flick."

Casey's cheeks had lit up throughout the whole ordeal, and she remained in a vulnerable position, still lying on her back with her hands lightly playing with the remote.

 

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Casey's mind seemed to be somewhere else. Instead of trying to find a chick flick to put on, she simply remained in the same position, lying outspread on the couch, her fingers idly moving over the casing of the remote.

"Casey?" Matt asked softly, now concerned that he had made her uncomfortable. "Hey, you okay?"

He stood up from the couch, his partial erection forming just a slight bulge against his lounge pants. Ignoring it, he slid over in front of Casey and kneeled down beside her, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face with two fingers.

"Hey," he said in a soothing voice. "We don't have to stay up, if you're tired. You've had a long week, I'm sure. Do you want to head up to the bedroom? I mean, you to the bedroom and me to the guest room. Of course."

He slipped one of his hands over hers, gently letting his fingers touch hers as he extracted the remote control from her loose grip.

 

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"Hey, you okay?"

Casey nodded, but her head moved slowly, and she started focusing on her own hands. Even if she didn't show it, her mind was still racing, trying to decide which feelings were real and which ones were just in her mind. The physical attraction was certainly there... even if he was her dad.

And based on the way he had been staring at her chest, and the way his cock formed a slight bulge in his shorts, Casey was led to believe that he might have felt the same way.

Was it wrong?

"I'm not tired," she said. He offered to let her go to bed, and then quickly pointed out that he'd go to a separate room.

"I don't know what I want."

 

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Casey's responses to his inquiries only confused Matt more. She definitely was not quite all there, but he couldn't make heads or tails of the distant, somewhat dreamy tone in her voice.

"I'm not tired," she insisted. "I don't know what I want."

Well, at least he could tell she was grappling with something.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. He pressed a hand to her cheek. Her skin felt slightly flushed, but not so warm that he needed to worry she was coming down with something.

He held his palm against her cheek and looked down into her eyes, which like her voice, seemed just a slight bit unfocused. They lingered that way in silence, watching each other, as if each of them was waiting for the other do to... something.

She's beautiful, Matt thought, gazing down at her.

He was surprised to hear his voice conveying the thought aloud. "You're beautiful, Casey."

Mentally, he tried to impose a qualification on the sentiment -- that she was a beautiful daughter -- but he was struggling with it. Casey was beautiful to him, plain and simple.

 

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Almost every day of the week, and twice on Sundays, Casey could probably talk your ear off. When her dad pressed his hand to her cheek and asked if she wanted to talk about it, the young girl didn't really know what to say. Was he still her father, or was he Matt? They had only just met!

And he told her she was beautiful.

She liked him so much.

"Is it wrong?" she asked. The question was so simple, but she was so conflicted.

Casey finally tilted her head and looked towards her father for guidance.

 

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"Is it wrong?"

Casey's question somehow caught Matt off guard, even though he had been wrestling with the same question in his own mind.

"I... I don't know, sweetie," he confessed, his voice catching a bit in his throat.

From a genetic standpoint, of course it was wrong. She was his daughter, his own flesh and blood. But clearly there was more driving the two of them than just genetics. They both knew, in the abstract, that they were father and daughter. But for eighteen years of his life -- the entirety of hers -- they had been total strangers. Matt tried to conjure up every bit of paternal instinct he had, but having had no part in Casey's life until just a week ago -- no first steps, no first word, no princess tea parties, no birthday parties -- there was honestly very little for him to draw on. She was just a beautiful young woman, lying on his couch. Hell, he'd slept with women with whom the age gap had been nearly as wide as between Casey and him.

He let his fingertips slide from her cheek down along the line of her jaw, then across the soft skin of her neck. He was very nearly holding his breath, as if every inch of her exposed skin was a new discovery and he didn't want to risk missing a bit of it.

 

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Casey watched her father closely, and she didn't move as his fingers eventually slid from her face to her jaw, and then down towards her tender neck. She watched his eyes trail from her face, and the rosy color of her cheeks intensified. Her breathing had also deepened, and without the tight confines of a bra, Casey's breasts were free to push up and out against her shirt.

Her mouth felt incredibly dry, and as she relaxed under her father's delicate touch, she wet her lips with her tongue for just a brief moment.

 

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Matt knew he should stop. He could see from Casey's body language that she was enjoying this. He could feel from the throbbing between his legs that he was enjoying it. And that was why he needed to stop. But could he?

His fingers dipped underneath the collar of Casey's shirt, gliding along her collarbone of their own accord, as he continued to grapple with himself. When Casey licked her lips, exposing the pink tip of her tongue for a few moments, he very nearly lost himself, but somehow held back. He could hear himself breathing, panting out of a mixture of fear, uncertainty, excitement, and arousal. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he just leaned in and...

No. This needs to stop.

"Casey," he whispered. "I... we..."

He let his fingers make their way back up her neck, gliding gently across her lips and lingering on them for a few extra moments, before pulling away. He stood up, turning away from her so that his erection, now fully and prominently straining against his pants, was out of her view.

"I'm sorry, Casey. We shouldn't."