"Honey, why don't you let your friend have shotgun?" Jack asked, hoping his daughter wouldn't pick up on his ulterior motives.
Emily responded, "OK Dad, I guess you're right."
They piled into Jack's car. Jack was sure to sneak a glimpse of Kim's ass as she lowered herself into the seat. Her pink gym shorts hugged her round bottom as she took her seat. Jack fastened his belt and stole a glance at Kim's breasts. The pert nubs of her nipples pushed against the fabric of her tank top causing Jack's loins to stir.
Jack started the car and looked into the rear-view mirror before pulling onto the road. Traffic was light so he could risk a peek at his own daughter's breasts in the mirror. Emily was buckling herself in, the seat belt cutting a line between her perky tits. Jack's eyes lingered on his daughters chest for just a moment longer. Unlike Kim, Emily had a bra on, so there was no suggestion of the shape of her nipples. The view was still arousing. Jack had to fight himself to get his eyes back on the road.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" Jack thought. He was having a harder time not thinking of his daughter in a sexual way as the day went on. "Once I have some alone time, I'm going to have to rub one out and clear my head," he thought. He didn't bother kidding himself into believing the thoughts wouldn't be about Emily when he found the time to relieve himself.
The drive to the mall wasn't usually a very long one, but today they seemed to get stopped at every red light. Jack took the opportunity to ogle Kim's legs while the car was stopped. The girls were busy talking about what they wanted to buy, and what movie they might see. There was talk about new swim suits since Summer was just starting.
Jack let his eyes roam up Kim's tanned legs, stopping at the 'V' of pink fabric gathered in her crotch. He would give all the money he had to be able to pull her pink shorts to the side and bury his face in there. Kim had a decent tan, especially this early in the season, that went well with her blonde hair. She looked like what Jack thought of when he heard the song "California Girls". Her tan and blonde hair was a nice contrast to his daughter's pale skin and red hair. He knew many guys that would love to trade places with him right now, feasting their eyes on these two lovelies.
They finally arrived at the mall and Jack pulled up to the curb to drop the girls off. "I have my cell phone on me, call when you're done and I'll swing by to pick you up. Then I can take you to a movie, or we can grab dinner. What ever you two decide," Jack said to his daughter.
"OK Daddy, have fun at the office. Don't work too hard," Emily said as she opened her door to get out.
Jack was already looking into the back seat to face Emily as he talked to her, so he let his gaze remain as she got out of the vehicle. Emily's denim cutoffs had ridden up a little as she was seated, and now as she left the car, Jack could see just the bottoms of her ass cheeks peeking out of her shorts. He couldn't help but think of how great it would be squeeze them in the palm of his hands.
They said their goodbyes and Jack pulled away. He was no longer fighting his perversions. He knew it was wrong to lust after his daughter, but what harm could it do to fantasize. Jack loved his daughter and could never hurt her, but she had become such a beautiful young lady. He couldn't help but look at her the way he'd look at any other woman. He had always been a career man, but he was just as fond of women as the next guy. Jack had dated since his divorce from Wendy, but nothing serious and it had been some time since the last one.
Once at the office, Jack busied himself with work and his lustful thoughts faded away. He had a framed picture of Emily on his desk. He stopped for a moment to admire her. Not in a filthy way, but as a loving father. Jack took a break from work and picked up the picture. It was from her junior prom last year. She had gone with a casual boyfriend that Jack hadn't heard much about after the dance. In the picture Emily had on a light green dress. It made Emily, with her red hair, look like some kind of Irish princess. Jack's eyes were slowly being drawn to his daughter's pale cleavage in the picture when there was a knock on his office door.
"Jack, buddy boy! See you are stuck here on a Saturday too," the man said, "What have you got there?"
Jack nervously set the picture down, embarrassed for eying his daughters breasts.
"Oh hey Carl. Just looking at my daughter's prom picture," Jack replied.
Carl had been at this branch of the office as long as Jack. Jack guessed they were friends, but Carl had always been a bit of an asshole. He was one of those guys that said whatever came to mind, usually trying to be funny, but seeming more obnoxious than humorous.
"Hand it over. Let me see," Carl said as he scooped up the picture frame. He let out a low whistle, "Whew man, she is a stone cold fox. Is this senior prom? That mean she's legal?" Carl asked, smirking at Jack.
"Junior prom in that picture. She's a senior and 18 now though, to answer your question," Jack answered.
"Man, I don't know how you do it, living with a gal like that in the house all the time," Carl said, still looking at the picture.
Jack wasn't sure now either. "She's my daughter," Jack said firmly.
"Yeah, so?" Carl handed back the picture, "If she was my daughter I'd at least be watching her and her little friends as much as I could. You must be spanking it around the clock. You ever accidentally see her coming out of the shower or anything? Like, you know, naked?"
Jack was sure Carl could see the guilt on his face. Until today he hadn't looked at Emily at all, but now it was like Carl was reading his mind. The thought that he was now more like Carl was somewhat unsettling. "Sure all the time," Jack said, "I even have pictures."
"No shit! really?" Carl asked leaning in like they were about to share a dirty secret.
"No, you asshole. She's my daughter," Jack said.
"You're the asshole, leading a guy on like that. Anyway, I just popped in to let you know I finished up my report that you emailed me about. We can go over it Monday if you like. As for now, it's miller time. You want to go grab a beer?" Carl asked.
Jack hadn't completely swore off the booze since his hard times after the divorce. He didn't drink often, and tried to stay away from hard liquor, but after struggling with all of his impure thoughts today, a beer actually sounded like a good idea. Jack had just about finished his work, and there wasn't anything he was doing that couldn't wait until Monday to be finished. Plus the girl's had yet to call him to be picked up.
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