Amber Pt. 06

Bart arrived just at the time he said and walked into the kitchen. "Wow, Little One, something smells really good!" he exclaimed.

"Spaghetti!" she smiled as she walked out from behind the counter, and stretching up to kiss his cheek. She saw that he was already gazing at her body. She thought that he might have even gotten a brief view of her panties when she stood on her tiptoes and stretched to kiss him. All the better.

"Amber," he muttered, unable to take his eyes off of her adorable shape. "You forget to get dressed?"

"I just wanted to be comfortable," she explained, surprised that he said anything about it. "You walk around in your boxers, right?" she smiled.

"Oh, Ok", he said, unsmiling. "Well, I want you to be comfortable", he muttered, chastising himself for not insisting on her changing clothes. He couldn't keep himself from gazing at her legs and chest and how short the shirt was and how it hugged her body.

"Daddy? You're my father. This covers more than my swimsuits do. I always dress modestly in public," she said, thoroughly enjoying how his eyes were drinking in her lush curves.

"It's fine, Baby. I'm just not used to being around cute young women, dressed like that. I hope you didn't dress this way around your brothers. And I hope you don't run around in skimpy swimsuits, either," he stated. Then, realizing he might be offending her, "But it's just us, so dress however you want, Baby", he said, forcing himself to look into her eyes.

Amber was a bit puzzled. Did he really not want her to dress this way? "I wasn't thinking, Daddy. I will go change." She felt a lump in her throat and thought that she might cry. She went quickly to her room and changed.

They barely spoke as they ate, but Bart occasionally complimented the meal and told her how much he appreciated her cooking. He volunteered to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. Amber didn't even offer to help. When she finished eating, she said she was going to study and returned to her room, closing the door behind her.

Bart sank into his recliner, beating himself up. She hadn't meant any harm. She was his little girl and never imagined that he might look at her lustfully -- and certainly hadn't expected him to tell her how she should be dressing in any situation. He had seen her dressed in that tight tee shirt, noticed that he could see the outline of her tiny little panties and could even make out her nipples. Lust had overwhelmed him. His desire for her was so strong that he had to fight his urge to take her into his arms and... he shuddered to think about it. He couldn't remember ever desiring a female as much -- not even Kaley, who had the best body he had ever seen. This was his daughter; she was forbidden; it was taboo. He had realized, immediately, that he couldn't trust himself to be around her when she was dressed like that. He feared he would do something that he would always regret.

But now he had obviously hurt her feelings. What could he say to get her back into his good graces? He didn't want to place a lot of arbitrary rules on her that might make her want to move out. And she was right -- he thought nothing of walking around in just his boxers. He dismissed the fleeting thought that she might enjoy the sight of him dressed that way. He was terrified that she might just wear whatever she wanted -- what if she walked around in just panties and a bra? He couldn't control himself. He knew he would say or do something that could not ever be taken back. He found his baseball game and pondered what he could say to her.

Amber had a good cry. Her dad had been kind, but, at least momentarily, he had seemed displeased with her - but she knew that it was partially her fault. She had been dressed inappropriately. She needed a good cry now and then, anyway. She loved her father and was very sad that he had seemed a bit disappointed in her, but at the same time she felt it unfair that she couldn't dress comfortably around him. Yes, he had told her to just dress as she pleased, but she was fearful that he really felt that she should observe a certain decorum. It was a bit hypocritical. But it was his house and his rules. She was thankful to have a place to stay while attending college. He paid for all her food, and even told her to use his credit card to buy school supplies and clothes or whatever she needed. She couldn't be too angry at him. She decided that she had overreacted.

As she typed a paper for class, she anticipated her father coming to her room to apologize -- even though there was really nothing for which to apologize. Still, she wanted to clear the air and was unsure how to approach him. After a long while, though, she decided he wasn't coming, so she changed for bed -- back to Bobby's discarded tee shirt and a pair of panties. She decided she would read awhile, then go to the bathroom right before time to go to sleep.

Bart felt bad about how he had handled the situation. He felt that she should be free to wear whatever was comfortable to her; the only problem was that he didn't trust himself. He was the problem; not her. Yet, he had put the blame on her. He contemplated going to her room and apologizing. The only problem with that was there was no predicting what she might be wearing in the sanctuary of her own room. As he continued to wrestle with himself, he heard her come out of her room. He looked around the side of his chair and saw her enter the bathroom and shut the door. Shit, she had that same thing she had been wearing when he got home. Was she purposely trying to defy him or was she just ready for bed?

As Amber brushed her teeth and got herself ready for bed, she pondered whether she should just go to bed without saying goodnight to her father. She didn't want to do that; she didn't think it was a good idea to have this tension between them. She could at least walk over to his chair and say goodnight, but she was dressed in the exact clothing that had upset him earlier. She thought it was silly to go get dressed again just to say goodnight, so she would just go straight to bed. Maybe things would be better tomorrow.

As she came out of the bathroom, she took a quick glance at the back of her father's chair. She was surprised to see him lean over and look back at her.

"Amber, come here a minute, Honey," he said.

She hesitated. "Daddy, I'm dressed for bed..."

"It's okay. Come on," he gestured with his hand. As she approached, he could feel the fiery lust pounding through his loins. He had to ignore this, and make amends from earlier, he thought to himself.

Amber came near his chair and stood, looking down at him. She was extremely conscious of the fact that the tee shirt came down only 6 inches or so below her crotch and that she was wearing no bra. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered. "I guess I was just thinking about how it was when we all lived together. It's silly, but I guess I just forgot that I'm not a little girl anymore."

"Amber...," he began, trying to focus on her face. Even her face was sexy, though. So young and innocent and so very cute. "I should not have said anything." He swallowed and, against all his instincts said, "This is your home. I'll never say a word about how you dress here, anymore."

"Daddy, I don't want to do anything that makes you angry or makes you feel uncomfortable..." To Bart's great relief, she sat down in a chair a few feet from him, thereby hiding her from the waist down.

"Honey, it's like this. I have not been around you in years. I just need time to adjust to the fact that you're not a little girl...I mean, all of a sudden, I have this beautiful young woman walking around in skimpy clothes..." he managed, and tried to smile.

Amber couldn't help but smile. "I never thought of that until tonight," she lied. "I guess I never thought you would think of me that way."

"Well, I don't intend to. Maybe I wouldn't have if I had been around and seen you change gradually, but the last time I saw you, you were this cute little waif. Just a little girl. Now, you're a woman. Any man would notice. And I don't want you thinking I'm a dirty old man because my eyes wander."

Amber giggled. "You think I would get mad if you looked at me and liked it?"

"I'm not supposed to like looking at you that way, Honey. Yes, I think you're pretty and I'm very proud that my daughter has grown into a beautiful woman, but I'm not supposed to like your..." he stammered.

"My assets?" she grinned.

He nodded. "I guess that's a good way to put it," he croaked.

"What if I don't mind?" she asked as she coquettishly twirled a pigtail.

"Don't mind what?" he asked.

"If you like my assets?" she smiled.

"I'm your father!" he exclaimed.

"All the better. I value your opinion over that of any other man. After all, if a girl's father thinks she's unattractive, what other man is going to find her attractive? It thrills me so much when you say anything about me being pretty or...just anything positive you say. It just means so much to me, Daddy," she said as she stood, took the few steps toward him, and sat on the arm of his recliner.

Bart couldn't help but look at her slender legs and glance at how tight the shirt was around her breasts -- then into those intelligent, gorgeous brown eyes.

"You're so pretty, Amber," he whispered. "I was shocked when I saw how much you had changed...I don't mean that I didn't think you were always pretty, but you were 'little girl' pretty. Now...," he said, allowing himself to boldly gaze at her shapely form... "Now, you're just..."

She giggled again. "Come on, Daddy. Say what you're thinking. I want us to always be totally honest with each other, don't you?" she said as she stroked his arm.

Bart opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head. "I don't dare say what I'm thinking, Little One," he smiled.

"Want me to start?" she asked, running her fingers up and down his arm. She had glanced at his crotch. He was wearing a pair of running shorts and a tee shirt. She was almost certain that he was sporting an erection.

"Start what?"

"I think you're a very sexy man," she said, gazing into his eyes.

"Amber, don't say things like that!" he gasped. "There are some things that you just can't say!"

"If we're going to be totally honest with each other..." she smiled.

Bart could feel himself getting hard, and with it, he was losing his self-control. "You really don't want to go down this road, Little One," he warned.

Amber slid off the arm of the chair and into his lap, placing her arms around his neck and looking into his eyes. "Try me," she whispered.

"Okay," he said, tentatively. "You've got great legs. They're just to my taste -- slender, but with good shape."

"Daddy!" she laughed. "See? I love that! I don't remember if anyone ever told me I had good legs before," she mused. "Maybe my boyfriend, Dave. He was pretty good with compliments. Especially when he was horny."

"Amber, I don't think we should discuss your love life..."

"It doesn't bother me, unless it bothers you, Daddy. I am sexually active, and have been for over a year... Yes, I'm on the pill," she stated, matter-of-factly. She could feel his cock, very distinctly, against her leg and wished that he was wearing boxers instead of running shorts.

Bart suddenly felt a bit more at ease, even though his heart rate had greatly increased when she slid into his lap. If his daughter was willing to be this open with him, maybe he wouldn't have to worry so much about his own instincts around her.

"Well, Honey, that makes two of us, but I've been sexually active for much longer, and I'm not on the pill. However, I had a vasectomy several years ago.... I need a beer..."

Amber laughed and got up. "I'll get it for you."

She went to the kitchen and returned with two beers. She took a long swig of hers. "You're corrupting me. I'm beginning to like this stuff," she smiled, as she sat in his lap again.

Bart knew that he had a full, throbbing erection now, and his sweet, very sexy, daughter was sitting right on it. She had to know; there was nothing naïve about her. He took a long swallow of his beer, placed it on the table beside him, wrapped both arms around her, and kissed her cheek. "I love you, Little One," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Daddy," she giggled. "Where were we? Oh, we were talking about our sex lives..."

Bart could feel her squirm in his lap and wondered if she was purposely teasing him. If so, it was okay with him. She could go get herself off later, and he would do the same.

"I'm not sure we should pursue that topic, Little One," he smiled, then took another drink of his beer.

"How long since you did it?" she whispered, laying her head on his shoulder. Her panties were becoming soaking wet, and all kinds of scenarios were beginning to play themselves out in her mind. After what she had done with both of her brothers, why would she draw the line with her father? After all, he was even sexier than her brothers -- and, she imagined, more experienced and knowledgeable.

"Amber!" he said, looking into her face. Did he detect excitement? Was she just teasing him, or was it more than that? He couldn't imagine that she would really want to do more than tease him, but she had to know that talking about sex with a grown man, even her father, was a volatile situation.

"It's been like two months for me," she smiled. "Of course I take care of myself, and that's fine. I am not really looking for a boyfriend right now, and I don't do one-night stands. Yuck!"

"Amber, I don't think I can talk about this with you, Honey," he whispered, fully aware of her luscious, scantily-clad body grinding on his hard and eager prick.

"Why? Because you're hard? Because you don't want me to think you're a pervert?" she giggled again and took a short swig of her beer.

"Amber, this is over the line..."

"Okay," she smiled, and got out of his lap. She boldly stared at his crotch, then into her father's eyes. "Sorry if I...made you feel...," she laughed... "Uncomfortable? I'm headed to bed. Come tuck me in if you want," she said as she turned up her beer and drained the bottle. "If not, goodnight!"

Bart watched her delicious ass swaying seductively as she walked to her bedroom. He saw her look back at him and was almost sure that she winked at him. She was asking for it, but she was his daughter! He wanted her, maybe more than he had ever wanted a woman in his life, and he was almost positive that she wanted him.

If this was anyone else, he knew what would happen. But this was his precious daughter -- he couldn't treat this situation like he would with other women. If other women teased him this way, they would be getting the full benefit of his raging 9-incher whether they really wanted it or not. But with Amber, he would have to play it by ear. What if she was just a dick-tease? He had been with many women who just liked to tease, but they had ended up getting more than they bargained for. He couldn't treat Amber that way. If she wanted to tease, let her tease. He could handle it -- it might even be fun.

After a few minutes he began to calm down. His raging erection deflated and it dawned on him how dangerous the situation had been with his beloved, yet sexy, daughter -- and how, for the thousandth time, he had been suffering from temporary insanity caused by his insatiable lust for sex. He now realized that, whether Amber really wanted him to come and tuck her in (whatever that meant), or not, that it was unwise. He would just go on to bed.

He got up, went and used the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He paused as he walked past Amber's open door, forcing himself to avoid looking into her room, then continued down the hall to his own room. He took his tee shirt and running shorts off, leaving him clad in only his boxers, then got into bed. He picked up his Kindle and continued reading a novel he had almost finished. Suddenly he heard his cellphone vibrate on the bedside table. Who could that be? Nobody texted him at this time of night.

Reaching for the phone, he saw immediately that it was from Amber. He smiled, anticipating what she might say. His cock began to stir.

Amber: Hey, what's the deal? You walked right by my room. Not gonna tuck me in?

Bart: I'm sorry. Good night, Little One. I'm going to sleep.

Then, within seconds, he heard the phone vibrate again.

Amber: I bet you're in those sexy boxers.

Bart: I'm in boxers. I wouldn't call them sexy and neither should you.

Amber: They're only sexy because they're on you.

Bart: I think your beer has loosened your tongue. Go to sleep.

Amber: I really need to be tucked in. *pout*

Bart's cock was stiffening. He couldn't help but imagine what she might have in store for him if he did go to her room. Would she be dressed in something even skimpier? Would she tease him more? Would she actually invite him into her bed? He had to resist this, no matter how innocent it might be.

Bart: I know your mother didn't tuck you in every night, Little One. You'll be fine.

Amber: She did sometimes. Sometimes either Billy or Bobby tucked me in.

Bart's cock lurched. Her brothers tucked her in? For the first time he imagined what her older brothers might think of their sexy little sister. After all, they all slept upstairs and shared a bathroom. Wasn't it inevitable that they would see her in various stages of undress? Was she careful around them? He remembered beating off when he saw a glimpse of one of his sisters' panties, or catching a glimpse of their breasts or even seeing them in their bathing suits. He knew that the twins, at the very least, were lusting for Amber, probably trying to spy on her, and beating off thinking of her delicious young ripeness. He suddenly was very intrigued and wanted to know more.

Bart: Your brothers tucked you in?

Amber: Sure. Sometimes they would kiss me goodnight. That's more than you're doing! *pout* *pout*

Bart: You were careful how you dressed around them, I hope.

Amber: Of course, Daddy. I was always very careful about how I dressed around them.

Amber was giggling to herself. She had, indeed, been careful how she dressed around her brothers. She dressed in the most provocative and enticing way that she could when she was horny and needing sex.

Bart: I'm glad. And I am sure they were very careful around you, too.

Amber: They ran around in their boxers all the time, even in front of Mom. And they weren't careful about locking the bathroom door. *oops!*

Bart, once again, realized that he was thinking with the 'wrong head', but this was too hot to not pursue. He knew his boys were red-blooded young men and there was no doubt in his mind that they would take every opportunity to see, or even touch, their sexy little sister.

Bart: So, did they have anything to be ashamed of?

Amber: I think both of them are proud of their assets.

Bart: Seems like all my children are proud of their assets.

Amber: I'm not conceited, Daddy. You're the one who liked my assets.

Bart: Do you think your brothers appreciate your assets?

Amber: I would just be guessing, but I think so.

Bart: They have good taste, then.

Amber: They're really good to me.

Bart felt as if he could cum in a New York minute. Just a few strokes, imagining his sweet, sexy, young daughter in a sexual situation with her brothers... Incest fantasies had always turned him on immensely. Sometimes he went online and found stories in that genre to read. Was Amber purposely using a double entendre, or was she just bragging on how nice her brothers were to her? The latter, probably.

Bart: That's good of them. I know you are good to them, too.

Amber: Oh, I am. I may be the best sister ever. *giggle*

Bart: Did you enjoy catching them naked?

Amber: *blushing*

Bart: Bigger than your boyfriend? Or is that over the line?