Kara's mother had been killed in a car wreck five years earlier. It had taken her the better part of a year to adjust to life without a mother. When she was fifteen she realized that she liked showing off her body. Nevertheless, she had been cautious about how she dressed around the house, at least when Daddy was home.
Kara's high-school graduation present had been a trip to France with Daddy. While there Kara had begun going without a bra, leaving an extra button or two undone, and had even gone topless at the beach. While they were in France, Daddy had encouraged Kara's sexuality, but only in public. He even admitted that her mother had behaved similarly. Privately however, he had insisted on maintaining a more normal father-daughter relationship.
Now that they were home, Kara wanted to continue her new found freedom. She realized however, that their friends and neighbors were not likely to be as open-minded as had been the people of France, neither could she expect anonymity in such a small town. Kara did however, want to dress as she pleased around the house, but she understood that her father might have mixed emotions about seeing his daughter in a sexual light. It was also important to her that a normal father-daughter relationship should exist.
Kara and her father often had breakfast together before he left for the office. Since school had ended, she didn't have a real reason to be fully dressed that early in the day. Prior to their trip to France, when Kara joined Daddy for breakfast, she had generally worn a robe or other modest cover-up over her skimpier sleep clothes.
Kara's conservative dress at home around Daddy had probably been as much her own doing as it had been Daddy's, but Kara's mother had left her share of the house to Kara, so technically it was as much Kara's house as it was Daddy's. Kara wanted things to change. On their first morning back Kara skipped the robe and wore only her sleep set to breakfast.
The sleep set wasn't as revealing as some of the things she had worn in France, but they weren't in France anymore either, and Kara didn't know yet how Daddy might react.
Kara's sleep set consisted of a frilly white shorty pajama top and matching panties. It wasn't transparent, but it was thin enough so as to make it obvious she wasn't wearing anything under it.
When John Radcliffe came into the kitchen he was initially startled by Kara's unprecedented dress. He inhaled a quick gulp of air and looked closely at his daughter's silhouette in the flimsy material. He eventually quipped, "This means, I hope, that I don't have to look at that sexless robe anymore."
"Then its okay ... the way I'm dressed, I mean."
"If you don't mind me staring."
"Oh Daddy, I love you so much."
"And I love you too, sweetheart. Just remind me once in a while, that you are still my daughter."
After Daddy left, Kara fixed herself a second cup of coffee and took it out to the backyard where she sat at a table near the pool. Kara was still wearing the sleep set she had worn at breakfast and although it was not something she would normally wear outside, even in her own backyard, the skimpy attire seemed appropriate for the Texas sun. Besides, there was only minimal risk of being seen. The single threat to her privacy was a window in the second story of the house next door.
It was the bedroom window of Kara's long-time friend Tommy who likely was already downstairs at this time of morning. Tommy had become one of Kara's closest friends after the loss of her mother. She had at one time even had a 'crush' on him. Recently however, in spite of being in the same graduating class, the two had not had much contact.
Kara thought she detected movement at the upstairs window and wondered if Tommy might be watching. She wasn't overly concerned about what he might see. After all, he had seen her naked when they were fifteen, but that was three years ago. She was a lot more developed now and it might be fun to see Tommy's reaction.
Kara learned soon enough that she had probably attracted Tommy's attention. While sipping her coffee she saw him enter his own backyard and wander over near the hedge separating their properties. The shrubs forming the hedge were relatively new and still quite thin, having replaced a rotten fence that had been taken down a year or so earlier. Kara, although having her head turned away, watched Tommy sneak occasional glances toward where she was sitting. "Hey stranger," she called to him, "C'mon over if ya got time."
Tommy had watched from his upstairs window as Kara entered the backyard wearing what appeared to be something she might have worn to bed. Wanting to get a better view, he pretended to inspect the hedge, but now had been invited for a closeup view. "Surprised you're up." he said while working his way through one of the thinner spots. "Why so early?"
Kara's panties and bare legs were shielded from Tommy's immediate view as he approached the table. Kara suspected however, that he was very aware of how little she was wearing and had probably been on the other side of the hedge because of it. "Sit," she commanded. "I got up to have breakfast with Daddy."
Holy shit, Tommy thought as he sat down. Kara had just had breakfast with her father and she was wearing even less than what he had previously imagined. And what little bit of clothing she was wearing, was so thin, it was apparent she was wearing nothing under it, except maybe a pair of panties, and judging from what he could see, there wouldn't be much to them either. "Haven't seen ya in while. Been gone?"
Kara found it intoxicating to be so bare, almost naked, while outside, talking to her neighbor. "We just came back from France. Daddy took me there as my graduation present."
Tommy wondered if Kara really had been dressed like this while she was having breakfast with her father. "Wow ... I knew you guys were gone last week ... but I had no idea ... I mean ... France ... cool."
The shoulder straps of Kara's sleep set had slipped from her shoulders when she first sat down. She had left them that way as she liked the feeling of having so much exposed, especially now that Tommy was so obviously enjoying the view. Kara leaned forward with her elbows on the table and let her top slip even lower. She asked, "Did you miss me?"
Tommy gasped, his mouth hanging open. Kara's top had very nearly fallen off and now just barely covered her nipples. "Its kinda hard to miss someone you never see."
Kara knew that Tommy was seeing quite a lot of her right now. "We used to see each other every day."
Kara had to be aware of the view Tommy now enjoyed, yet she didn't appear to be concerned in the slightest. "Yeah, but I guess we kinda went our separate ways during the last coupla years."
"You're right ya know, it has been that long. I got so busy with gymnastics, drama club, yearbook and a bunch of other stuff that I almost never got home."
"Uh ... parties too," he added.
"Yeah, that too, but you weren't at any of them."
"No, my friends and I were probably studying ... or fooling with computers ... or -"
Kara stood up abruptly and took a couple of steps toward the house, then stopped. She had moved far enough so that Tommy now had an enticing view of what she had been hiding under the table. She turned slowly, giving him ample time to look her over. "I'm going to get myself another cup of coffee. Would you like one too?"
As he pondered the question, Tommy fantasized about running his hands along Kara's smooth calves, up her muscular thighs and over her butt-cheeks. When she had turned to face him, he noticed a small damp spot on the narrow strip of cloth between her legs and knew she was as excited as he was.
They were both grown up now but it didn't look like the game had changed much. Kara was still teasing and she was probably about to make some excuse for leaving him hanging. Just like before.
It was time for Tommy to tease Kara, by making her wait, at least until tomorrow. "Thanks, but I should be going. Stuff to do for Mother, ya know ... but I could make it tomorrow morning ... that is, if you want."
Kara was disappointed. It had been a mistake to ignore Tommy for so long and she knew now that she was going to have to make up for it. She knew also though, that it would be a mistake to try and do it in one day. "Okay ... tomorrow morning then ... as soon as Daddy leaves."
As Tommy got up to go, it was Kara's turn to look. Tommy might be a geek, like her girl-friends said, but he was also quite a hunk. Before he hastily turned away, she also noticed that not only had he acquired a nice package, but he still enjoyed being teased.
The next morning, Kara appeared for breakfast wearing a loose fitting, tissue thin, blue print sleep shift, its wrinkled texture attesting to its intended use. It was cut low, extending upward to just below her armpits and only slightly above the swell of her breasts.
The shift could probably have been supported by Kara's breasts alone, but it was intended to be held in place by two wide shoulder straps, attached near the top of the shift with four large buttons, two each in the front and back.
The shift was also short, only an inch or so below Kara's panties. When John Radcliffe entered the kitchen, Kara turned from the preparation counter where she had been standing and posed as if for a picture, her legs glamorously displayed.
"Those are as fine a legs as I have ever seen on any woman."
"Daaddy! I'm your daughter."
"Okay ... but I'm not blind."
"You could pretend."
"But you were looking like you wanted me to look."
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