Chapter 15

“12-10,” corrected John, teasing her that she was behind by two as he bounced the ball back and took his defensive stance.

Michelle held the ball back on her right hip and bent at the waist, eyeing her father’s midsection, deciding whether to go left or right. The sports bra smushed her developing breasts to her chest.

John’s eyes dropped down momentarily to admire the small domes from the tips of her nipples, evident through the wet material. Michelle took a step to her right, crossed over between her legs, and drove to the basket, leaving her father in her wake and executing the perfect left-handed layup.

“12-all old man,” Michelle taunted.

“Don’t forget this old man taught you how to use your left hand like that,” John responded as the diminutive Michelle took her defensive stance.

“Hey, you two,” Sarah called from the kitchen window, “it’s almost time for dinner.”

“We’ll be right in, Mom,” replied Michelle. She turned to her father and said, “Next basket wins,” as she checked the ball in and prepared to guard him.

John attempted the same dribble-jab-step move, but this time, Michelle closed out and contended his shot. She immediately spun around and boxed him out, just like he taught her. His shot clanged off the rim, and Michelle kept her butt pushed back against him as she easily corralled the rebound.

John tightened his defense as Michelle dribbled back to the top of the key. Competitiveness was definitely a family trait, and he knew his daughter couldn’t shoot over him with tight coverage. John swiped at the ball and tried to steal it, so Michelle turned around and backed him down to the basket. Her butt pressed into his upper thigh as he attempted to hold his ground while she continued to back him down to the low block.

Michelle faked to her left, and John fell for it and went for the block. She spun quickly back to her right, stepped back, and sunk the soft bank shot. “That’s game!” she said triumphantly.

“Lucky shot,” John teased as they picked up their stuff and headed to the house.

Sarah watched them walk across the yard. Her shirtless husband nearly a foot taller than her teenage daughter, both with their tee shirts slung over their shoulders. Michelle carried the basketball on her right hip, and John had his right arm over her shoulder, his hand hanging precariously close to her sports bra encased breasts. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she knew they were trash talking, by the way, each was laughing at the other’s comments.

“P! U!” Sarah mocked and waved her hand in front of her nose, “go get cleaned up and come to the table.” As Michelle trotted up the stairs, Sarah grabbed John by the arm and pulled him back toward her. She whispered in his ear, “don’t forget to save this for me,” as she rubbed her hand over the noticeable bulge in his nylon gym shorts and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

The Lynch family rule was whoever cooked dinner did not have to do the dishes, so John and Michelle cleaned the kitchen while they continued to talk trash about the game. When they finished, they went to the family room to watch some TV, and Sarah went up to her room to read.

After a few shows, Michelle announced that she was going to take a quick shower and go to bed. She kissed her father on the cheek, thanked him for all his help with basketball, and then headed up the stairs to her room. John watched the bounce of her tight ass as she ascended the stairs and subconsciously adjusted himself in his shorts.

He watched the news until he heard the shower stop upstairs and then headed up to bed himself. When he walked into the master bedroom, Sarah was already fast asleep on her side of the bed. ‘But I saved it for you,’ he laughed to himself as he went into the en suite to shower before bed. After his shower, he threw on a pair of clean boxers and was about to get into bed when he realized he never said ‘good night’ to Michelle. He quietly shut the door behind him and walked down the dark hall to the adjacent bedroom.

John lightly tapped on the door and whispered, “Mitchie, are you up?’ as he pushed the door open. A sliver of moonlight from the bedroom window illuminated the bed where Michelle was asleep on top of her covers, in just a pair of light blue panties and a white tee shirt. She must have been tossing and turning in her sleep, as she was mostly on her back, the shirt bunched up below her small breasts, with one leg kicked out to the side.