Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

Casey hummed lightly to herself as her father went off to change clothes, her eyes locked on the tv as she read the descriptions for the movies that were available. Everything appeared normal, not a single thing about her physical actions revealing what was going on inside of her mind. Truthfully, she was unsure of whether to be proud or disgusted with herself for how casual she was seemingly able to act, despite the deeply inappropriate thoughts that were looming in the depths of her mind. Settling on a movie within just a minute or two, she decided to follow suit and change into something a little more comfortable. Of course, she had already been dressed down compared to her father, yet she wanted something that would allow her more freedom to curl up as closely to him as possible, rather than the form fitting jeans that clung to her well-toned legs. Instead of going off to her room to change, she stood from the couch and walked a few steps over to the front entrance of their home. Her gym bag was hanging on the coatrack, clean workout clothes already folded up inside and prepared for her to take to the gym. She withdrew the pink spandex shorts that were in the bag, glancing behind her to make sure her father hadn't appeared back into the living room before slipping out of her jeans and sliding into the shorts. The thought brought a smirk to her lips. There she was, making sure he wouldn't see her change, while perversely inappropriate thoughts involving him ran through her mind. She didn't linger on the thought however, simply making her way back over to the couch where she had laid, resuming the position she'd been in on her stomach. Her pert ass was in full view, the tight fabric of the shorts only proving to accent her womanly shape. When her father arrived back into the room, she glanced back at him, offering a smile before lifting her legs up so that he would have room to sit. Once he positioned himself, she lowered her legs back down so that they rested on his lap. She began to read the description of the movie to him, her right leg shifting slightly in his lap as she spoke aloud. It seemed to rest a bit higher than it should have, and if he hadn't known better, it would almost seem as though she was deliberately using the limb to stroke him. And yet, she didn't miss a beat as she chattered happily, proceeding to tell him how she had wanted to see the movie in theaters but didn't have the chance to. Her random chitchat offered no insight for the suggestive movement of her leg, as though she was completely unaware of what she was evening doing. What was not obvious, was how alarmingly aware she truly was. It was only when the doorbell sounded that she sat up from where she was laying, allowing for her father to get up and retrieve it. It seemed to all play out in a timely fashion, the previews just having finished as he reentered the room with their food in hand. She sat next to him as they ate, not touching him as her eyes watched the opening scene unfold. The film had a fairly slow start, not yet having grown too eery by the time they each managed to down a couple of slices of pizza. Once finished, Casey leaned back into the couch, pulling her legs up onto it a minute or so later. It was then that she found herself scooting close enough to her father so she could lean against him, her head resting against his shoulder as the side of her body pressed into him. The suspense in the film was building, her hand reaching up and lightly gripping his arm, as though she was preparing herself for something frightening to take place. Surely, the gesture would seem innocent enough.