Emily Untethered Ch. 02

All characters involved in sexual situations are over 18, and all of this work is mine. No one else has permission to reproduce or sell it.

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He couldn't help but turn and watch her retreat up the stairs, her sexy butt flexing and unflexing as she did so.

"Nice. I was able to hold out for all of ten seconds," he thought. "I'm such a fuck."

He turned his attention back to the television but nothing was on and clicked it off soon after. He checked the time. It was late, but not too late. "Shower," he thought and headed upstairs to do just that. As he reached the top step he paused when he heard a curious sound coming from the bathroom.

A decidedly feminine yelp of pleasure wafted from out of the bathroom. The door was shut, but he could hear just fine over the rush of water. He pretended not to hear it and hurried past.

"Nope, she's just showering and definitely not playing with herself," he told himself.

Another moan of pleasure reached his ears then and he hurried through the door to his room, closing it behind him and heading into his bathroom. He sighed and stripped down, looking up at the tired image in the mirror. "Does anyone my age ever like their reflection?" he wondered.

He sighed again and hopped in the shower. He thought back to what his daughter had told him. Had she really said it was okay to look at her? He knew that she'd changed out in California, but now he wasn't sure he wanted to know how much.

"Of course she didn't say that," he thought. "All she was saying was that I shouldn't feel like a pervert if I happen to glance at her..."

He stopped at that, realizing he was trying to justify what had he'd been doing. No matter which way you slice it, he was picturing his daughter in a sexual manner. That was what bothered him the most. Sure, he saw his wife when he looked at his daughter, but it was still his daughter that was turning him on.

He sighed deeply and finished his shower.

*****

Emily sat up in her bed and glanced at the clock. 12:35 blinked in red repeatedly. She yawned and tiptoed towards her dad's room. She peered in and saw him turn and look at her.

"You okay?" he asked, sitting up.

"Yeah," she replied, surprised. "I uh, didn't think you were awake."

"Just can't sleep," he said, sitting up.

"I was just checking on you," she said. An awkward silence followed. "I can hear you calling for her sometimes."

He sighed at that. "Yeah." He ran a hand through his hair and scratched his head briefly. "I dream about her a lot."

Another awkward silence followed. She turned to leave then, but stopped. "So do you need anything to help you sleep?"

He shook his head, his form lit by the dim light coming from his window. "I'll be okay, kiddo. Don't worry about me."

"Okay," she said, turning. "Night."

"Night," he called, scooting back down in the covers.

She headed back down to her own room and shut the door behind her, her concern for her father not assuaged. She leaned over and cut off her alarm, remembering that it would be Saturday tomorrow. She found sleep to be elusive, but after an hour of tossing and turning, she finally dozed off.

Morning came and she awoke drearily and glanced over at the clock. She'd slept longer than she'd planned. It was nearly ten in the morning. She sat up and yawned, stretching a bit before heading to the bathroom to brush her teeth and relieve herself. She put on some modest clothes, pajama pants and a t-shirt and headed downstairs. She smiled as she entered the kitchen. Her dad had made breakfast. She came around to the counter and inhaled deeply.

"Daddy!" she scolded.

He turned and grinned. "Bacon's already cooked, so I guess we have to eat it."

She shook her head at him and sighed. "I'll never get you healthier this way."

He grinned at her and piled some on the two plates he had set out. He'd already put some toast and eggs on both of them. Bringing them over to the counter, he slid one toward her. "I've got an idea. Since you're up before me during the week, I'll let you make your healthy breakfast then. But on the weekends, I get to eat whatever the hell I want."

She smirked at him and shook her head. "That's not the way healthy eating works."

"I can always stop at some fast food joint on the way to work."

"Dictating terms now are we?"

He smiled. "Just saying, I do have alternatives."

She shook her head. "Okay, but you can't grumble about what I make you eat during the week."

He raised his hand. "I promise."

She smiled and bit into a piece of bacon, moaning slightly. He glanced over at her and raised an eyebrow.

"What, I'm allowed to enjoy bacon."

He shook his head and began to eat.

"So what's on the agenda for today?"

She shrugged as she drank some of her juice. "Nothing, and lots of it."

"I might grill some burgers later," he said. "I've had an itch for some."

She smiled. "That sounds good. I might invite Dakota over to swim and sunbathe, if you don't mind," she said.

He shook his head. "No problem with me."

"Might give you something else to look at," she said, desperately trying not to laugh.

He turned and looked at her, his face a mask. Slowly he shook his head and smiled. "That's hitting below the belt."

She burst out laughing then. "Sorry," she said eventually, her giggles finally subsiding. "I couldn't resist."

He bit into another piece of bacon and then took a forkful of eggs. "I wouldn't mind seeing Dakota," he said, hiding a smile.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you wouldn't."

He laughed then and she turned to smile at him. "I'm so glad that you're taking this better."

He shrugged at her words. "I'm just content to be me for today. I'm a lucky man, I realized. I've got a great daughter that loves and supports me. I've got a great job. I'm in great health, I live in Texas. What more could a man want?"

She smiled and nodded. "Exactly."

She finished her meal and headed over to the sink. "So do you like my outfit?"

He looked at her curiously. "What do you mean?"

"It... uh... hides my... form, better."

"Oh," he said, nodding. "It does an adequate job, I guess."

She turned and looked at him, smiling curiously.

"I mean, you aren't so sexy in it."

She smiled wider.

"No, that's not right," he said, digging himself deeper. "I mean I can see your butt just fine but I..."

She burst out laughing.

"Mom wouldn't have worn it," he said finally.

Emily continued to laugh at him for a bit. He was red-faced and shaking his head. "You did that on purpose," he said.

She turned and smiled. "Maybe. No one ever said I can't tease my old man a little bit."

It was his turn to smile. "I thought you weren't going to do that anymore."

"Touché," she said with a giggle.

He smiled and brought his plate over to her, and began putting away the food and handing her the dirty dishes. After that was done, he retreated to his office to finish some work and she headed back up to her room to study for a bit, pausing only to text Dakota about coming to swim. She was all for it.

"Don't wear anything too revealing please," Emily texted her.

"No promises," Dakota sent back.

"Slut," she sent back.

"You love it," Dakota replied.

She put her phone down and went back to studying.

A few hours later, the doorbell rang and Emily jogged downstairs to get it. Dakota smiled and hugged her and the two instantly began chattering to each other. They sat on the couch for a few minutes talking, before Emily asked if she wanted to go swimming or just lay out in the sun.

"Let's just bake for now," Dakota said, standing and heading out with Emily leading the way.

*****

"Okay, this wasn't such a good idea," John thought to himself. He'd been hovering at the top of the stairs, changing his mind a hundred times about going downstairs or staying in his office.

"This is dumb, you have to go downstairs to make the hamburgers," he told himself.

He heard the backdoor click open and then shut, and then the two feminine voices disappeared. It was safe. He tiptoed quietly down the stairs but then stopped.

"What the hell am I doing? I'm a grown man and I'm tiptoeing around like I've done something wrong? No wonder I feel like a fucking pervert."

He shook his head and walked downstairs like a normal human. Turning, he yelped in surprise as his brain took another mental picture. His daughter's friend, Dakota, was bent over halfway pulling her shorts off her legs. Her bikini was tiny, a blue g-string that didn't cover anything. She was standing right outside the back door, her butt a few inches from the glass. She was a tiny thing, but had lithe, muscular legs, and a very toned butt.

"Goddamnit," he said. Sighing, he turned towards the kitchen and began pulling things out of the fridge to make the hamburgers.

*****

"I said don't wear anything too revealing!" Emily scolded.

"Oh, come on, you know I have way tinier bikinis than this!" Dakota said, spreading her hands and showing off the tiny swimsuit. Her nipples were covered by tiny blue triangles of fabric, and the bottoms were only slightly bigger.

"I don't think that's possible," Emily said, taking in the sight.

After a few seconds, Dakota covered herself mockingly, "Jesus, stop perving on me Emily."

Emily laughed then. "Busted," she said. "But can you blame me?"

"God, you're as bad as your dad!"

Emily glared at her playfully. "Hey, now you're asking for it."

The two headed over to the deck chairs and spent a few seconds positioning themselves.

*****

John turned and glanced out the window, unable to resist. He saw that the two girls had moved over to the deck and were laying out on the deck chairs so he turned and headed outside to turn on the grill to get it hot enough for the burgers.

"Yeah, that's why you're out here," he thought. He leaned over and opened the door to the grill and turned on the propane. Standing, he clicked the starter and the grill roared to life. He closed the lid after adjusting the temperature and found his gaze wandering back over to the girls.

Dakota was laying on the left side, Emily on the right. His daughter was wearing her yellow bikini, which was much more modest than Dakota's. He wasn't even sure if he could call it a bikini. He found himself staring longer than he intended, his gaze wandering over her form, from her breasts down to her crotch. Her breasts weren't made for her small form that was for sure. They weren't gigantic or anything, but they were sizable. They were large enough to fall into her armpits, as natural breasts did when a girl laid flat on her back. The outline of her nipples was faintly visible through the blue fabric, and if he squinted, he could just make out the edge of her areola.

His eyes moved downwards, over her taut stomach and lithe muscles, to her crotch. He peered intently then, just making out the thin line between her legs. He didn't see any hair peeking out so he assumed that she must be shaved.

"What the fuck am I doing?" he thought suddenly, turning his attention back to grill. "Fuck, how long have I been staring. Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck, oh no."

He turned and headed inside, retrieving the tray of meat that he'd prepared and grabbing himself a beer in the process. He returned a few seconds later and set the tray on the grill, popping the lid open and beginning to lay the meat on the wire rack. After he finished, he lowered the temperature a bit and closed the lid. He peered over at his daughter and her friend. Emily shifted in her seat, drawing his gaze. He caught himself staring at her breasts for a moment, his eyes trying to catch a glimpse of areola or the rise of a nipple, straining against the fabric.

"Fuck," he thought, averting his gaze.

He looked below her chair then, and then at the area around them. Surely they hadn't forgotten sunscreen. He sighed. How the hell was he supposed to ask if they'd put sunscreen on without sounding like a pervert? He took a draw on his beer and shook his head.

*****

Emily caught herself glancing over at Dakota repeatedly as the two talked idly about nothing too terribly important. She'd never looked at Dakota as anything more than a friend, but had to admit that she was very sexy. Her body looked like it was made for sex, but she was still a virgin. The thought excited her; she couldn't imagine what it did to men. She glanced down as she heard her dad head back inside. Dakota adjusted her bathing suit, lifting up the bottoms of her bikini and pulling at it, and resettling it.

"Shaved," Emily thought, smiling briefly.

Her dad re-emerged a few seconds later, holding the burgers and heading back to the grill, a beer in his hand.

She laid back and closed her eyes, still talking quietly with Dakota.

"Honey, you and Dakota need sunscreen if you didn't already, I mean..." she heard him say, followed by a much quieter, "Goddamnit."

Dakota giggled quietly.

"Stop laughing at him, it's hard enough to..."

That caused her to burst out laughing.

Emily herself started to giggle then, but stopped as her dad headed inside. "Difficult," she corrected.

"He's right though," Dakota said. "Do you have any?"

Emily nodded and stood. "I'll go get some and check on him."

"Put a shirt on, you hussy," she called after her.

Emily flipped her off as she was walking away. She peered inside the house but didn't see him. She headed upstairs and got the sunblock from the cabinet. She headed back downstairs, but popped her head into the computer room.

"Dad?" she called.

He wasn't there, so she shrugged and headed back downstairs, only to catch him coming in from the garage holding some barbecuing implements.

"Hey," he said, looking directly at her face.

"Daddy," she said, looking up at him.

"What?"

She sighed. "Remember what we talked about?"

"Yep," he said, starting to move past her.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about looking at me, or her. Especially her."

"I'm okay, Emily," he said.

"Daddy," she said again. He ignored her, however, and went outside.

"Fine," she said, slightly irritated. She shut the door hard behind her and walked over to Dakota and sat back down.

"Will you put some on me?" she asked.

Her friend sat up without a word and took the bottle from her hand.

*****

"Oh fuck," he said, desperately trying to pull his eyes away. Dakota was oiling up his daughter, her hands worming their way across her shoulders and then her stomach, down to her legs and then repeating the process on her back. He couldn't tear his eyes from her flexing buttocks, no matter how hard he tried. Eventually, Dakota stopped molesting his daughter long enough to let Emily return the favor.

She was clearly trying to get him back for ignoring her. Her hands almost immediately began to rub closer and closer to Dakota's breasts only stopping once they'd briefly rubbed over the tops of her nipples. She moved lower, her hands rubbing across her taut stomach and then her legs. His daughter then moved her hands to Dakota's inner thighs.

He sighed and tried to focus his attention back on the meat.

*****

"I thought you weren't trying to torture him on purpose," Dakota whispered, knowing full well that Mr. Davis was watching.

Emily answered her, but very quietly. "I was trying to tell him he wasn't a pervert, but he kept ignoring me."

"Well duh, one of the two women he was ogling is his daughter," she replied.

Emily pinched her at that, and Dakota turned over, giggling. "Just don't get too overzealous," she said as she settled down on her front.

Emily's hands began to slowly massage Dakota's shoulders, and moved lower, across her back and down to her buttocks, rubbing oil all the way down to her ankles. Once she'd finished, Emily turned and laid down on her own chair.

Around twenty minutes later, John called out that the burgers were ready. The two girls stood then.

"So do I put on my top?" Dakota asked quietly.

Emily thought briefly but shook her head a few seconds later. "Serves him right," she said, heading over in her bikini.

He was heading inside, a tray full of burgers and a few hotdogs.

"Wow, how many people are you cooking for?" Emily asked.

He shrugged, pulling condiments from the fridge. "I got carried away," he said.

He turned and stopped, then shook his head. "Don't you want to put on a... shirt or something?"

"Nah, I'm all hot and sweaty from the sun," Dakota said, heading to the refrigerator to grab a soft drink.

Emily couldn't help but stifle a grin. The three were relatively silent as they prepared their burgers, filling their plates with chips and settling down at the table to eat.

"God these are good," Dakota said. "It's been so long since I've had one."

"Thanks," he said, his eyes focusing intently on nothing in particular on his plate.

"Daddy," Emily said at length.

He looked up.

"Dakota knows. I told you I went to talk to her."

He sighed and looked back at his plate.

"I told you it was okay. I know you aren't looking at me in that way. You see mom."

"Emily, this isn't appropriate conversation for us, especially with Dakota here."

"I understand completely, Mr. Davis. I really do. I'm the one that told her that she should tell you not to be upset about it."

He sighed. "God kill me now," he said, taking another bite.

"We just want you to be okay," Emily said.

"Absolutely," Dakota agreed. "I know how much you were hurt. I know how much sex you've been getting, and honestly, I'm appalled. I know it's probably not my place to say that, but..." she let the statement hang.

"Look Daddy, I know we were teasing you out there, but you didn't do anything you should be ashamed of."

"Emily, please stop," he said, taking another bite.

She sighed. "I just care about you, dammit."

"I care about you too, but I don't see the point of having this conversation now."

"I don't want you to be embarrassed because you like the way I look."

"It's more than liking the way you look, Emily. I'm not supposed to look at you and see your mother. I'm supposed to see you. My daughter." He finished his burger then and put his plate in the sink and then disappeared upstairs.

Emily sighed and started to eat the rest of her burger in silence.

"You know, I'd go have sex with him if I thought it would solve anything," Dakota said.

"Jesus Dakota, that's my dad!"

"What?" she asked defensively. "He's good looking for 42. He's not had any in years. If you ask me, all he needs is to get some."

"You've never even had sex," Emily pointed out.

She shrugged. "Yeah, I'm not saying I'm going to do it. If I wasn't a virgin though, I totally would."

"You'd fuck my dad," Emily said.

Dakota winked and nodded, taking a bite of burger. "I do like his meat," she said, giggling with a mouthful of beef.

Emily rolled her eyes. "You aren't helping."

She shrugged. "You were the one rubbing me down with oil earlier. If you ask me, you like the way he looks at you."

"Oh fuck you, Dakota, I do not." Emily said.

The smaller girl laughed at that and the two finished eating in silence. After finishing, they went back outside and swam a little, and then laid out, both careful to keep the conversation as far from John as possible. After several more hours, Dakota finally said her farewells and left.

"Thanks for having me over," she said, turning towards the front door.

Emily smiled and waved. "We'll do it again," she called.

Her dad appeared at the top of the stairs as the front door closed.

"Dakota left," Emily called. "You can come down now."

He shook his head at her as he hit the bottom step. "I wasn't hiding, I was working."

"Mmmhmm," she said.