Thread: Claiming What is His.

What was life like for sixteen year old Lily Kale ? Well, that was a significantly difficult thing to answer. Considering, the way she was raised, was beyond the normal standards of the every day American family. First and foremost, her mother was no longer with them. She had suddenly left, without so much as a warning...or an apology for her departure. It was as if she had fled, scared of something. That something, Lily wasn't quite sure what it could possibly be. She was relatively happy with her life, even after that lonesome day when her mother had vanished. Aside from the obvious hurt she had felt for her loss, it had led her father to put his attention solely upon her. She loved it. Every single second of it. The way he smothered her, coaxing her to feel as if she were the most precious thing he had ever acquired. In some ways, that was true. He had sheltered her from the outside world as best he could, which was an impressive amount. Lily was ignorant to the juvenile pleasures most her age partook upon. She had never had a boyfriend, nor did she ever feel the need for one. It was odd, the way her father seemed to sate her growing desires. Despite her being heavily settled in the ways of an innocent, pure child, she was very much aware of the way her body grew. The foreign shivers she often felt when her father's hands seemed to stray across her supple flesh longer than they should have. Yet, that was the entire point. She was oblivious to how wrong it truly was, to be kissing him and letting him wash every crevice of her frame during the time of her bathing. To Lily, this was completely natural. She had been this way ever since she was a child, thus, to not be this way...would truly be strange. To her, it felt like any other morning. She hated waking up, but her father made it difficult for her to open her eyes with a frown. The bending of her mouth often lifted right back up, until her cheeks were dimpling with happiness. Her lips tingled, the remainder of his kiss forcing an array of sweeping butterfly wings to cascade across her gut and make her squirm. G'morning, daddy, she murmured with a yawn, stretching sinewy arms above her head before they dramatically dropped to the fluffy padding of pillows that cradled her head. Very important, she inquired, a shapely brow arching with curiosity. What did he mean by that? Was it a holiday? Had she forgotten her birthday? No...she would never do that. Lily was confused, to the point it had her gazing up towards him in mild concern. He knew she didn't enjoy surprises all that much... Daddy, she began, managing to conjure up some lethargic strength to push herself up onto her elbows. The light mint green sheets that decorated her large bed fell down, exposing the perking breasts of her maturing chest. They were covered by the sheer, thin fabric of her white nightgown, which failed to leave much to the imagination. If he looked, he would see the tempting display of silky pink nipples hardening with the assault of the cool air, sinfully forcing the sakura buds into full erection. Lily paid no mind to it, her hand having reached up to cup the side of her father's face, What is it? She could only hope it was nothing too taxing.