Her dad was across the kitchen, his back to her, stirring the vegetables. He’d changed from his work clothes into running shorts, and when she saw him, all today’s efforts to push away her lurid thoughts were for nothing.
Tom’s but his well-muscled calves and quads were in full view in the shorts and her eyes were drawn to his rear end despite herself. He was in a tight-fitting t-shirt that accented the powerful muscles of his back. She realized she was staring as he turned around.
“Hey, there’s Pebbles now,” Tom grinned. “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to make it home. It’s not every night I have you all to myself, you know.”
His words almost made Brin shiver.
“I like having you to myself, too, Dad,” she said quietly.
Tom held his arms out and Brin moved to him. When he wrapped his strong arms around her, Brin laid her head against his chest, her eyes closed, inhaling his masculine scent.
The minute Brin was in his arms, Tom remembered his strange dream, and he knew he shouldn’t be this close to her. But, God, she felt so wonderful against him. He let his hands trail down her back just a little and kissed her on the top of her head.
“Is everything okay with you, Brin? You seemed a little spooked this morning, and you’re being way too nice to your old man right now,” Tom grinned. “You haven’t insulted me a single time in the 45 seconds since you came through that door.”
Brin’s apprehension disappeared at her dad’s words, and she hugged him tighter as she tilted her head up to look at him.
“I can be reeeeaaaally nice when I want to be,” she said coyly, her regular playfulness returning. She stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss her dad on the cheek, and at the last possible second moved enough to plant her lips right on the edge of his mouth.
Tom felt something almost, well, seductive in Brin’s tone, and when she stretched up to kiss his cheeks, he felt her breasts crushed against him as they slid up his chest. Her movement also caused his hands to glide further down her back until he just felt the curve of her shapely bottom. When her warm lips grazed the side of his mouth, he felt his cock stir.
Brin felt it, too, but this time she didn’t immediately pull away. She slid slowly back down her father’s body, continuing to hold him tightly because she didn’t want him to pull away either. When she was flat-footed again, she felt his firmness even more distinctly, and she was so much shorter than Tom that his growing erection brushed against the top of her tummy.
Tom knew there was something wrong - something unfatherly - opening inside him. He was at war with his male instincts, but very, very slowly, he released Brin and moved back a couple of feet to lean against the counter. Brin stayed where she was and smiled up at him.
“So, Chef Boy-arr-Dad, what’s for dinner,” she asked.
She noticed a full glass of Chianti on the countertop next to the stove. Dad always drank wine on the rare occasions when he cooked, and it looked as if he just topped his glass off when Brin came in. She leaned forward, almost touching Tom again, and took the glass by the stem. She brought it to her face, breathing in the luxurious scent as she swirled the glass around just as Tom had taught her. She took a deep sip of the ruby-red liquid, letting it roll over her tongue and warm her throat as she looked at her Dad.
“Where’s your glass, Dad,” she said, smirking as Tom gazed at her. Her lips were momentarily stained by the wine, giving them a sensual look that seemed made to kiss. Just a drop had escaped the corner of her mouth, and without thinking about it, Tom reached out and brushed it away with his thumb.
Coming to his senses, Tom pointed at her playfully.
“Could I see an ID, please,” he said in a deep voice.
“Officer, it’s way across the room there in my gym bag,” Brin cooed with exaggerated sweetness, batting her eyelashes. “But this is just grape juice, and anyway, I’m 21.”
Playing along, Tom scowled at her.
“Sure it is - and I still want to see your ID.”
“But I’m not underage, officer, promise,” Brin whined. “See I’m all grown up!”
With that, she put the wine on the table and stood up straight, her hands on her hips, her shoulders back, her chest thrust forward in an exaggerated show of “grownupedness.”
“See how big I am, officer,” she sniffed.
Tom played along, but he also openly admiring his daughter’s body, especially her prominent breasts. He was surprised to see that her nipples were pushing against her tight t-shirt. He just stood there dumbfounded, unable to take his eyes off her chest.
Brin wasn’t sure if her dad was just playing the befuddled cop role or if he was actually ogling her as she stood there. All she knew was that she was getting unbelievably turned on by his gaze.
“See something you like, mister,” she said quietly, stepping forward a little. When Tom raised his eyes from her breasts, she gave a crooked little smile at the expression on his face.
“Ummm, well...,” Tom started.
Brin took another step toward her father.
“Soooo, offficcceerrr,” Brin drawled. “Is there anything I can do to convince you I’m a grown woman?”
Tom knew things were taking a different - and maybe dangerous - turn. This wasn’t their usual playful banter. There was an undeniably sensual undertone to what they were doing. He knew he should stop it there and then, but continuing the charade seemed the best way to avoid embarrassing himself or Brin. He took his own step forward.
“Well, young lady, you look grown up enough,” he said. “But I still want to know what’s in that glass.”
Her eyes never left her father’s as Brin reached for her glass again. She took another step forward and sipped from the glass. She made a show of licking a drop off the rim of the glass.
When Tom saw her pink tongue pop out and caress the glass, he felt a jolt in the pit of his stomach and his latent erection surged to full attention. Mesmerized, he reached for the glass.