Joe sat at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee in his hand. He was waiting for his daughter to join him for breakfast. It had been three years since his wife and her mother had passed away, and lately he had been noticing some changes in his teenage daughter. Her name was Kelly, and she had just turned sixteen. She seemed distant lately. She wouldn’t talk to him. But today, was bound to be different.

Joe watched as his daughter sauntered into the kitchen in booty shorts and a sports bra. The shorts barely covered her ass, and the bra was too small for her growing breasts. He watched her as she hopped up onto the counter, leaving her legs spread open. He could see from his seat at the table, that she wasn’t wearing panties. He could also see that she kept herself clean-shaven.

He mentally scolded himself for even looking at her. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but notice the tightness in his pants becoming worse and worse. He shifted in his chair hoping to get his mind onto something besides his daughter’s pussy. He watched as she spread her legs a little more.

“Daddy,” She said. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He hesitated. “Well honey, I think you should hop off the counter.”

“But why Daddy?” She asked.

“Your shorts are a little short honey; I can see things I shouldn’t be seeing.”

She frowned. “Oh. I just thought you’d like to see me like this. I remember Mom used to wear shorts like this all the time and you never complained.”

“That’s different, Kelly.” He said.