Thread: Moving Back before going forward (Johnn/AmeliaRP)

When she embarrassed her father to apologise to her, she pouted her lips at him. It was a game she often played being the spoiled only child able to get her own way. It seemed he could not do enough for her as he hugged her so tightly, but playing so dangerous in seemingly forgetting that she must have nothing on under her robe. And after earlier reminding her about the occasion she stood up in front of him completely nude after she had lost her towel. But it was a world they both eagerly moved into as he began talking to her more seriously as she stretched herself across him on the couch. It was to a time when they had such fond and loving memories. For the first time since before puberty, her Daddy started to talk to her with such abandonment that made her lover him so dearly. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him in such a way as if to say she was here for him and always would be. From their angled position, it was so clear that his eyes were focused on her cleavage. But Chloe did not seem to care in the least. He was her father and could do with her whatever he wanted even if they were not biologically related which never seemed as issue since as far back as she could remember he was always their for you. And yet while his attention was so much upon looking at the risings of her breasts, hers was on the movement of his lips and feeling how much she wanted to kiss them or even bite them. It seemed as if her father was never going to stop talking, being so much in his prime talking about his life and future plans, implicitly suggested that he wanted her to be so much part of them but without actually explicitly spelling it out not that there was any need for it. As she adjusted her position, the target of his seeming attraction moved to her thighs and the hidden darkness of her treasures between the opening of her robe as if urging the hem to ride higher and higher to expose all to him. Forgotten were the sandwiches he had made and she had brought. Twisting around and wriggling over his knees, his cooper-haired daughter stretched to reach first one then both plates unconcerned that her robe must have ridden up to expose most if not all of her ass, which he had so playfully patted earlier in the bathroom through the towel she had wrapped around her at the time. Rather than cover herself up, Chloe ignored whatever she may be showing, handing her father his set of sandwiches before starting on her own. I thought you were never going to stop taking. She joked with him as he started to tackle his food. Not to miss out on the opportunity, the music undergraduate had not forgotten about her beer she had brought over. Watching his reaction, she dared to open the can in front of his very eyes as if daring him to say something to try to stop her from sampling it. It isn't the first time, did you know Daddy. I drink beer all the time now. The truth in what she was saying was rapidly dispelled as she leaned back to take and drink from the can and almost choked herself. Equally quickly she moved to sit up to stop spilling the drink over both of them, her robe wide open as she did with both of her fleshy melons on view even if rather briefly. Are you checking how far my freckles go, my dear father? It is summer after all and there are many. Moving again, she this time was able to stand up giving him the opportunity of another flash of her perky pair before closing her robe and retying the cord. It was safer to sit on the floor and she did so between his knees with her back towards her father and the sofa. It's easier for you to do your duty and sort out my tangled locks. She took hold of one of his hand and bent her head back to kiss it.