Nicholas O'Malley had been drinking. He had always kept the liquor to a minimum, but now, within the sanctity of his house, he immersed himself in the devil's drink without any limits. His life with his wife had been heading downhill for the last two years, but now, in addition to that fact was his belief that his daughter was always flirting with him. He had always been a good husband and a better father, but now, retired from work thanks to a very wise investment, his idle mind was proving to be the devil's workshop.
Without any particular initiative on his part, his mind turned to his daughter. At thirteen, Edwina was a beautiful blonde who had her mother's face and her father's nose.
It had all begun innocently enough, as most of these things tend to do. An accidental display of skin, an inopportune comment or, as was becoming more frequent in his household, daring remarks accompanied with a flash of flesh and a wink of the eye. At first, he had put them down as childishly adolescent displays of a growing woman who wanted to be appreciated, but then, daughter or no daughter, it occurred to him that she was already a beautiful young woman and mature beyond her thirteen tender years.
His wife, the career-minded executive, was little more than a traveling salesman, in his opinion. She was always off to this city or that, meeting with this firm or that: all the mundane technicalities of corporate life that he once knew and, thanks to the wise investment, no longer had to deal with.
He wanted her to quit. They had the money. But she wanted to make her own mark in the business world the way he had; she was non content with being the wife of a successful man. The last argument over the matter got rather ugly; she stormed out of the room, terminating the discussion with her trademark puff of impatience. Nicholas knew he was as much at fault for the rut in his married life; but he no longer felt compelled to kiss and make up. He knew the moment he lost his desire for compromise, that the romance in the marriage was lost forever. The marital bond, however, was secure; at their ages, starting over afresh would be ill-advised and illogical. A split would do both of them harm. And there was their daughter to consider. Nicholas loved her terribly, sometimes too much; Edwina was the only thing that still pushed him on, wanting to improve upon his successful business life. If it had not been for his little girl who was always there to give him a hug after a boring day at the office, he was sure he would have gone off bungee-jumping, just for the sheer thrill of it.
Now he felt that their relationship too had undergone subtle changes. Of late, his daughter had taken to jumping into his lap for the lightest of reasons. With her mother gone most of the time, even on weekends, the teen wore clothes that hugged her figure like skin, like the white t-shirt that she had that seemed to cling onto her for dear life. Compounded to it was his startling discovery that she rarely wore bras around the house, the observation evidenced by the two small nips that poked out of the material. Nicholas also noticed that she used to be digging up more and more of her old swimsuits. He smiled to himself as he thought of a suit that she had worn just the other day, when he had bought it for her two years ago, it had seemed conservative. Now, it looked indecent enough to get her kicked out of any beach except the nudist ones. She was always insisting that she would be wearing them just around the house, but there were times when he wished she would be more discrete than to run around in them. Her latest trend was to wear them on Sundays, when she would do the laundry or clean the house.
His cock twitched as he remembered how he had stared down her cleavage when, on a hot afternoon, he had stepped in after mowing the lawn; the little minx had on one of her smallest tops and was bent over the vacuum cleaner, apparently trying to turn it on. He had had a perfect view of the top of her creamy breasts, tanned to the color of light toast, and how a little pebble had peeked out of the material that was supposed to keep her breasts from view.