Chapter 16

I felt great when I woke up the next morning! Full of energy, I hopped out of bed at the sound of my alarm. I think it was the relief of finally getting the Ross situation sorted that felt like a pressure valve had been pulled and drained away. It also helped that I’d had some fantastic sex the day prior. My pussy was only a little sore, but in a good way, especially considering Ross was bigger than anyone else I’d had up to that point. It wasn’t the same thing as what had happened to my ass a couple of days before, it was simply tender to the touch.

I was also excited! I was just three days away from seeing Riley, which made my day even brighter. I was starting to get a plan of what I wanted to do with Riley while she was down. She had to meet Ross, that was for sure. While we’d only been going out for a short time, I really liked him and wanted Riley to be the first person I introduced him to. The run-in with Becca and Val didn’t count since they just happened to be passing by.

I was pretty sure I wanted her to meet Brad too, but what that meeting would be like would be up to her when she got here. I would love for the three of us to play together, just like we’d done with Curtis. I didn’t want to assume she’d be ok with something like that, so I hadn’t brought it up with her yet. I hadn’t told Brad about Riley either. She was still just an unnamed person who helped bring me out of my shell. When he did meet her though, I wanted the fact that we looked identical to be a surprise.

Beyond that, I wasn’t too sure what else we could do. Maybe Dad was right, and I was overlooking some of the fun stuff you could do in the city. I’d let her decide if there were some other places we could go or things she wanted to see. Worst case, we could meet up with Becca and Val. I’m sure they’d get a kick out of meeting Riley, the person who taught me to be more confident.

“Morning Mom, morning Dad,” I said cheerfully as I left my bedroom.

“You’re chipper, this morning,” Mom replied, her usual morning cup of coffee in her hand.

“I guess I slept well last night, and feel like getting a good run in. You joining me today, Dad?”

Dad looked up from his newspaper and nodded before quickly burying his nose back in the grey newsprint. It had been like that the past few days ever since I accidentally flashed him when my towel got caught on the doorframe. We hadn’t spoken about it, and I think we’d been avoiding each other as much as possible.

He bailed on our run the day before, his excuse being his legs hurt. I didn’t really believe it though, as he couldn’t look me in the eye the entire day. His eyes seemed to travel over me when he didn’t think I was looking though. I didn’t let on that I caught him and simply turned my head the opposite way to let him look. I’d been teasing him relentlessly for weeks, ever since I returned from Riley’s with the mission.

Riley tasked me to tease and seduce my own father, but not actually do anything with him, before she arrived for her visit. She had a theory that all fathers secretly lust after their daughters; and another that I chose to disbelieve, that all daughters had feelings for their fathers.

The current evidence was in her favor, as I’d met her father alone in a camp bathroom one night. He took an instant interest in me and taught me the ways of physical love. I was never too sure if it was because I looked like his daughter, or whether he just saw something in me that sparked his interest. Regardless, it became a point in Riley’s column. With my help and Riley’s trickery, she and her own father became lovers, although they swore they didn’t act on it regularly.

My task, at Riley’s insistence, was to swing my father away from the standard ‘loving father’ norms towards a lustful view of me. I wasn’t keen on this idea at first but thought my father would never go that route. He was nothing like Curtis. He was kind, warm, and loving towards me, not a lust-filled pervert. Sure, I’d caught him glancing at me here or there in the past, but that was only natural, he’d never act on it.

But my confidence in that assertion waned with each passing week. Perhaps I’d done too good of a job teasing him, or maybe Riley had been correct. One day at a time, I watched the layers of resistance slowly strip away from him. He used to try not to look at me while stretching before a run and now he just watched me intently, like it was the most normal thing in the world. I’d bend over and spread my legs, my shorts pulled tight against my crotch, and I’d see his hungry eyes look me over.

I gave him a massage when he hurt his leg, and he massaged me once when I asked. It felt good and nice, but the problem was, I enjoyed it, too. My father is not an unattractive man and up until Riley made me do this, I never really noticed it before. I caught him once in the hall at night, his cock still hard from having sex with mom, and it looked big. I didn’t know if he was the same size as Ross, but I wouldn’t doubt it. It was wrong that I was turned on by my own father, so I turned to my upstairs neighbor Brad to help relieve my sexual tension.

I couldn’t help but fear Riley was right though. I didn’t know what she was going to do when she got here, but she planned to seduce my father. I didn’t like it, and argued against it at first, but Riley had a way of persuading me. Her argument was ‘what she did, I had to do, and what I did, she had to do, too.’ I didn’t want my dad to cheat on mom, but how could I say no to Riley. I’d had sex with her father behind her mother’s back, so it would be hypocritical of me to say no. I just didn’t know how Riley was going to do what she’d planned. Our place is not as big as hers was. Maybe I still held out hope Dad would say no to her and that would be the end of it. Then I could return to being just his daughter.

After I finished my usual stretching routine, I felt limbered up and ready to go. Dad pretended to continue reading the newspaper, but I couldn’t help but see his eyes sneak a few peeks here and there. Mom stood off to the side, her face buried in her phone as she responded to messages from work. As I bounced up off the floor, I said goodbye to Mom and was out the door with Dad close behind.

I said hello to Mrs. Beauchamp on the stairs as we passed the second floor. She smiled and waved good morning. My feet hit the concrete, and we were on our way towards the park once again. The sky was cloudy today with a strong wind which sent a chill through my bones.

“Hope it doesn’t rain,” I said to Dad as we waited at a crosswalk.

“Yeah, the sky’s looking a little rough. Still want to go?”

“Of course! Don’t chicken out on me now, old man,” I teased and gave him a playful shove just as the light changed.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

That was my old dad back, as we started bantering back and forth again like old times, well ‘old’ as in the past couple weeks. It was nice though and helped take the sting out of the wind as it whipped up again when we crossed into the park. I clicked my timer once more as we started our way around the familiar loop.

“How are you feeling, Dad?” I asked on the first turn, my body at cruising speed.

“Feeling good, Janey. How are you doing?”

“Legs feel strong and quick today,” I replied, but glanced over as I spoke and noticed he made a strange face.

“What? What’s wrong, can’t keep up?” I teased him.

“It’s not that ... this is awkward! We need to talk about the other day,” he said, a pained look on his face. If he wasn’t already red from running, I’d bet he’d still look like a tomato at that moment.

“Dad, I...”

“Look Jane, you’re a beautiful young woman, I know that. But I don’t think I should be seeing it.”

“I swear,” I tried to say seriously, “it was an accident. I was distracted by my phone and the towel snagged on the side of the doorframe.”

“It’s just that you’ve become such a different person over the past few weeks. I love you and always will, but that isn’t something a father should be seeing.”

“I know. As I said, it was an accident. It could happen to anyone, but I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you” I said apologetically.

“Ok, do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Dad.” I rolled my eyes, a little annoyed. Why didn’t he believe it was an accident? It’s not like I was trying to flash him.

“Good, because your mother made me talk to you about this. Let us never speak of it again.”

We ran in silence for a short time after that, neither one of us seemed to know what to say. The wind continued to whip at our backs until we reached the final straight away to the gate. Normally, we’d race that last section to see who would win, but we were now running directly into a headwind which became a struggle.

We battled our way to the gate, the skies turned grey as we approached the park exit. When we crossed our imaginary finish line, we didn’t stop to take a breath or celebrate, we hurriedly pushed on for home. It was becoming clear that the weather had turned, and rain was imminent. We beelined it home as quickly as possible, just getting in the door as the drops of rain began to fall.

“We made it just in time,” Dad said, catching his breath in front of the staircase.

“Yup, we could have been soaked,” I replied, my hands on my knees.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” A voice came from the stairs; we looked up to see Brad descending holding an umbrella. “At least you remembered your keys.”

“Ha ha, really fun!” I said sarcastically. I was surprised to see him at that time of day, usually we catch him leaving on our way out.

“Leaving late?” Dad asked. He must have noticed it, too.

“Yeah, had to do something first,” he said. He looked directly at me as he spoke, which confused me. “Anyway, seems like I waited too long. Guess, I should have checked my window before leaving.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Dad replied, a hint of confusion in his voice.

“Anyway, I should get going before it gets worse. See you later.” Brad then walked out the door and into the rain, opening his large black umbrella to shield himself.

“That was strange, even for him,” Dad said before heading up the stairs.

“Maybe he had a girl over?” I suggested, and Dad simply shrugged, but I knew he hadn’t. Truthfully, he hadn’t had another guest since my last visit, which was also strange. Maybe I wore him out, I chuckled to myself.

We made our way upstairs and entered our unit. Mom had long since departed, her coffee mug sat empty in the sink, so it was just Dad and I. I offered him the shower first this time, to let him know I wasn’t about to jump out naked again or whatever he thought I tried to do. He thanked me and entered the bathroom. The sound of water started shortly afterwards. I wandered into my room as I waited, pondering what Brad had said.

Since I had time and I had to wait, I stripped down and put on my housecoat, cinching it up tightly. Why had he looked at me the way he did as he spoke? What would he have had to do in the morning that had to do with me? We only ever met at night via the foot stomp signal. I would not risk seeing him during the day unless my parents were both out of town.