Yeah, my daddy’s a real hunk, alright. Nothing to be done about that. With his broad shoulders and fit physique, there was no wonder he stole my mother’s heart. He could steal any woman’s heart, I imagine. He even has blonde hair and emerald eyes that glitter in the light, like he was unreal, some figment of the imagination. A handsome, rugged older man, with confidence and the success to back it up.
“You two ladies are obviously cutting loose… and cutting class,” he remarks in that deep, husky voice of his.
My arm goes across my chest, and I’m mortified. I have no idea how long he’s been standing there watching us, and I’m squirming uncomfortably.
Samantha, meanwhile, is seductively lowering her sunglasses and smiling at him.
“Exams, Mr. Cartwright,” she says with a sensual lilt to her voice that makes me want to melt into the ground as I grope for my bikini top. Unfortunately for me, I had flicked it just out of reach.
Daddy bends down, laying his briefcase to the ground before casually making his way across the patio, his shiny black shoes clicking upon the poolside as he waltzes on in like nothing was amiss.
“I see,” he remarks, looking us both over before he flips up his own sunglasses, letting his green eyes soak us in. “And I guess no study is necessary, huh?” he says, one hand in his pocket, as he looks at us so casually, from Samantha to me and back again.
My lips tremble as I look to Samantha, then to Daddy, praying she doesn’t say anything else.
“We studied all morning, daddy, I promise, but we just wanted to get some sun before supper. It helps us think!” I lie, and I know it’s a lie. Every time I lay out in the sun, I’m zapped of all energy and definitely don’t want to think at all.
“Besides, Mr. Cartwright,” Samantha pitches in, “you know we’re both shoe-ins for College. I mean, look at us,” she says, shimmying her shoulders and making her large breasts jiggle.
I don’t know what was worse: the fact that she did that, or that my daddy openly watched her do it!
“Mmhmm,” he says as if listening to someone make a pitch to him at his office, that skeptical look upon his face as he studies us again. “Just a moment ladies,” he says, holding up a finger, and I felt like my life was at an end. I’m absolutely certain he’s gonna come back and end us!
“Oh shit, we’re in for it now, Samantha,” I say, as I get up and make to grab for my bikini top, but daddy returns quicker than I anticipated. And strangely, it’s with three wine glasses and a bottle in tow.
“Since you’re both such shoe-ins, I guess a bit of celebration is in order with your relaxation, no?” he says, as he lays the glasses down on the deck table and pours some of the shiraz up into each of the three glasses. “Here you go sweetie,” he says, offering me one first.
I feel like it’s a trap, but Samantha’s looking at me with a dangerous glint of excitement in her eyes, and everything’s happening so fast.
I reach out to take it, but in my panic, I’m reaching out with the wrong hand, flashing him all over again.
This is the worst day of my life. I get dumped, and now I’m accidentally flashing my own step-father.
I accept it quickly, trying to hide my breasts once more.
But despite it all, daddy smiles at me with that usual, loving expression, linking our gaze a while before he turns his attention to Samantha, handing her glass, which she takes daintily but without hesitation.
“Thank you, Mr. Cartwright,” she says, smiling so brazenly at him as she helps herself to a sip.
Much to my surprise, daddy raises his glass in a toast to us and sits back in one of the chairs, loosening his tie before taking a sip and lounging in the sun.
“I suppose there’s no point in wasting such a beautiful, free day for any of us, is there ladies?” he says casually, as if we are any other beautiful women, and not his daughter and her best friend.
He’s being so fucking casual about it all, that I kind of feel like trying to put on the bikini top is going to be harder than it seems, and draw way too much attention to it. Besides, now I only have one hand free.
But my nerves are frayed and I’m scared to take a sip. I mean, it’s not like my dad’s a jerk. He’s taken really good care of me since my mom died two years ago, but he has kind of a disciplinarian streak to him, usual. I have to make my bed just as he likes it, do the laundry just so. He has a lot of ways about him, and he’s really controlling about it.
He’s the same at work, I know, so it’s not so weird. But I’m afraid if I take a sip, he’s going to punish me once Samantha’s gone.
“So why are you home with the girls so soon, Mr. Cartwright?” Samantha asks brazenly, leaning upon one arm, with her ample chest thrust out as she sips more of the red wine, showing none of my reservations.
My daddy, however, seems so calm about it all, shrugging his shoulders as he reclines and makes himself comfortable.
“Lovely day, and I’m the boss… so I called it an early day. I’ve got that luxury. I just don’t exercise it often,” he says with a confident smile. “Besides, any time now, my little girl is going to be heading off, and I’ll be left all alone here. Might as well make the most of what time we have left, no sweetie?” he says, smiling right at me, then tilting his chin in my direction. “Go on, drink up.”
I’m all nerves, but I know better than to disobey a direct order, and I take a mouthful, still covering my chest. I glance at Samantha, my brows raised as I try to draw her attention to my still practically bared breasts with a questioning expression, but she just giggles.
“Ohh, the boss?” she says to my father, and I don’t know where this sensation of jealousy is coming from, but it’s coming in strong and is making me really uncomfortable on top of my toplessness.