Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

The Witch. His eyes did pause for a split second when he entered the room, taking in the view of his beautiful daughter and for the first time his breath was taken away and it hardly had anything to do with love. Perhaps it had been the sensual images that had been coming up on his phone, perhaps it had been the fact that he sat aside his own lusts in order to make her feel better, but the view of her young little ass was something he had not quite expected when he reentered the room. She was truly becoming a woman and the fact of that resonated with him as he saw her in a light that he had never taken the time to do so. She was more than beautiful, she was sexy, and the outlines of her young body beneath the tight clothing made his heart skip a beat for a moment or two. He had to drag his eyes away from that flesh and remind himself rather forcibly that this butt belonged to his daughter...and...whatever other parts he'd notice outlined rather perfectly by that fabric. He made a small noise as he sat down next to her, his voice quiet. Wanted to get comfortable too? That was the movie his daughter had chosen and it was one he'd been considering watching himself. It had high reviews yet he'd heard conflicting stories about the movie, people saying it was like a historical period piece that felt like you were looking into the private lives of others. At first he had been uncertain of it, the soundtrack was quite off kilter and jarring as the show began, but the sincere acting and demanding adherence to authenticity definitely caught his attention. As did the slow movement of her toned leg, the way she adjusted again and again that caused her to brush across his lap. It had him aching just slightly, hardening, but that need was quickly clamped down on by his own willpower. Whatever foolish fantasies and dreams he might have that he played out online and with consenting women were not fodder to be used with his daughter, something that he'd already had to remind himself once before since coming back to the living room. That bothered him more than he could have said, that in the span of a few minutes he'd already had to think twice about viewing her as more than his little girl. It was sickening. Maybe he honestly should have just gone the fuck out. They had barely made it through the start of the movie before the bell rung and in a way he almost considered that a blessing with the way his girl had been splayed across him. It had definitely made things incredibly uncomfortable, and in a way it had made him feel terribly guilty for feeling any kind of arousal in the presence of his daughter. He had come up out of his seat almost happily, trying to ignore the way his body had been reacting to her, and he went to retrieve the pizza and pay the delivery driver. God what must he look like to the man when he opened the door, the TV on behind him and a cute teen in spandex shorts resting on the couch? Could the driver see her there, see him and how he had to adjust so that any hint of a tent could not be seen in his shorts? Could he just see the shame in his face, that might be enough, to hint that something had been interrupted even if it was something that he should not be partaking in. Whatever it was...he worked through it and got over it, obviously she hadn't mean to be sitting like that, and he'd make sure that it didn't happen when he returned. Or so he promised himself. Setting the pizza down on the coffee table and sitting back with her, feeling the way she hugged tight and curled ever closer with each passing moment...it seemed much harder to keep that promise.