Shari, who was curled on the couch with a magazine in her lap, smiled as her father flopped down beside her and bent to give her a brief peck on the cheek.
"Hi, Daddy," she said happily. "Oh, nothing much going on around here. Did you get that paperwork done?"
"Uh." Dane nodded, slumping back and unbuttoning his shirt to let the cool air dry his sweaty skin. Then he went on. "Where's Nan? There's something I wanted to discuss with you both."
"She went out riding with Jerry," Shari explained. Then her voice turned quizzical. "What is it? Something important?"
Dane opened his mouth, then shut it. No, this wasn't the time. Maybe later, when he had them both together.
"It can wait," he said, ignoring a twinge of guilt at his cover-up. "Say, have you got some lemonade mixed up? I'm dying!"
Her smile widening, Shari leaped up. "I can get it. You just sit there and relax, Dad. I won't be a moment!"
Dane watched his daughter glide away, once more realizing what a grown woman she was getting to be. The thought was oddly disturbing.
Ever since admitting to himself that he was in love with Mona, he'd been trying to look at his daughters objectively, to see them as the young women they were instead of the children he usually saw them.
That new perspective had come as a shock, and the shock didn't ease as Shari returned with a brimming glass. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits strained out tautly against her tee shirt, outlining the bumps of her nipples.
He felt his mouth go dry. Even at her age, Shari was already every bit a fully-developed woman, with rounded hips and a swaying-bottom and the kind of tapered legs that could wrap around a man in sheer uninhibited joy.
He broke that unhealthy line of thought, accepting the glass of lemonade she held out. "Thanks, hon."
He gulped it greedily.
Shari stood over him, feeling her cunt burn and itch as she stared in fascination at her father's bare, fur-matted chest. She'd noticed, his once-over glance and the way his eyes seemed to shine as they took in her trim, lithe figure.
Creaming hard at that brief appreciation, she said abruptly, "What you need is a nice relaxing shower, Dad. That ought to cool you off."
Tempted, Dane set down his empty glass and rose. "You know, I think you may just have a point there. That's exactly what I need. Can you hold down the fort without me a few minutes?"
"Oh, Dad!"
Shari watched him leave, listening. A few moments later, there was a muffled burst of spray from the shower, and the sounds of her father splashing beneath it.
Slipping up the stairs, she rapped lightly on the closed bathroom door. "I'll even get some fresh clothes out for you, okay? How's that for service?"
"Great," he called back, pleased at this sudden burst of attention. "Just lay them out on the bed, hon. I won't be a minute."
Smiling triumphantly to herself, Shari dashed into his bedroom and selected a shirt and slacks, just in case the plan forming in her mind didn't go as expected. Then, neatly laying them on a corner of the bed, she quickly began to shed her own clothes.
"Oh, yeah, that's nice," Dane groaned with pleasure, letting the layer of soap suds slide off him in cool, streaming torrents and again thinking of how Shari had grown up over the past months. It was strange to think of her as a woman now, but the evidence was getting too obvious to ignore.
Filled out almost as much as her older sister, she was no longer the little girl he'd had to care for over the past years. Hell, now she was taking care of her old man! It wouldn't be long before she was dating, and not too long after that before both she and Nan would be getting married and starting families of their own.
Shrugging that unpleasant thought aside, he stepped dripping wet from the shower and began to towel himself dry, more relaxed and refreshed than he'd been all day.
Then, with the damp towel clinging about his middle, he went into the bedroom to change.
Shari heard him coming. Shivering with excitement, she stood waiting as his footsteps approached, posed just the way she wanted him to find her.
Dane had taken several steps into the room before he realized he wasn't alone. In those first instants, he had entered the bedroom and jerked the towel from his waist, slinging it up to cover his still-wet hair.
He was absolutely nude with the towel draped over his head when he saw his daughter standing in the center of the room.
Half-turned with her back to him, Shari didn't seem to hear him come in. Her jeans lay in a heap on the floor by her feet, and as Dane stared she was just shrugging out of her tee shirt.
He froze, throat constricting at the sight of her firm, jutting ass and bouncing tits as they sprang free, their pink tips straining out.
Unable to move, Dane couldn't seem to make his voice work as she let the tee shirt fall and casually turned to face him.
"Daddy!" Pretending surprise, Shari let her eyes go wide. But she didn't miss the spectacle of her father's big, dangling prick, its fat length already stirring in reaction just as she'd hoped it would.
Not trying to cover herself, she uttered a little laugh. "I didn't know you'd be done so soon. But it sounded like you were having such a nice time I thought I'd take a shower too. That's okay, isn't it?"
"I…" Dane had difficulty speaking. His gaze went up and down Shari's body as if he'd never seen it before – which he hadn't, really. At least not like this, not since she'd started blooming out. Coming to rest on the trim blonde thatch of curls that hid her pussy, his eyes couldn't help giving him away.
"Christ," he murmured in a husky whisper. Then, jerking back to reality, he added, "Uh, I mean, of course it's okay. But you could at least have given me some warning, babe. I'm not exactly used to finding nude women in my bedroom, you know!"
In the midst of trying to laugh the incident off, he realized, for the first time, that his prick was standing up as stiff as a board, pointing directly at the blonde hair that clad her cunt.
Hastily, he jerked the towel back down, for what little good it did. The wet material clung to his rigid cock, outlining its hardness to make his hard-on even more apparent.
Shari felt her pussy creaming furiously in response. "I didn't mean to upset you, Dad. It was just kind of an impulse. There's nothing wrong, is there?"
Dane shook his head, not missing the mischievous light shining in her eyes. "Not a thing. Now scoot, go take your shower and leave your poor old dad in peace to enjoy his heart attack."
Shari laughed, growing courageous at his joking attitude. They often joked together and now she saw the chance to carry their joke a step further. She stared blatantly at his swollen cock, and her voice turned teasing. "What's the matter, Dad? I didn't embarrass you, did I?"
"More than you know," he admitted, his face going red. "Now go take your shower, so I can get dressed."
But she had no intention of leaving now. Instead, her expression turned more mischievous.
"I'll bet I know what you're embarrassed about, but it's okay. After all, I've seen you without clothes before. You don't have to be shy in front of me. I'll show you!"
Suddenly, her hands darted out and caught the towel, jerking it from Dane's grasp.
"Hey!" He automatically grabbed for it, but she danced away, waving it like a flag.
"See, there's nothing to be embarrassed about! Anyway, it's too late now. If you want your old towel, you'll just have to get it!"
Joining in her innocent game despite misgivings, Dane started forward. "I'll show you what's too late, young lady!"
Delighted at his playful reaction, Shari gave a little shriek and scampered across the room, Dane after her. What had begun as an uncomfortable scene was now no more than one of their usual little chase-and-scuffle games, and that was how he preferred it. Or, at least, so he tried to believe as he reached for the screaming girl.