One Fine Day

Married life is slowly losing its appeal for Patrick, an office worker and budding novelist. His wife Jenna is a nagging, puritanical pain who belittles him like it’s going out of fashion. Even on his day off, a day for relaxing alone and maybe penning some erotica, he can’t escape her sharp tongue. But much to his surprise, he isn’t the only way with the day off: his devilish, mischievous daughter Teagan isn’t going to school, either. And if he’s not careful, she might just turn his day off into a very, very fine day indeed.

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

“Hey Daddy, wake up!”

Patrick soon returned to the land of reality and groaned, rubbing his sleepy eyes. “Morning, princess. Can you get off Daddy, please?”

“Nope!” his daughter Teagan giggled and bounced. “Geez, it took you forever to wake up! You’re such a sleepyhead.”

His daughter was sitting on top of him, the blankets and sheets wrapped around her. The bedsprings squealed as she bounced some more.

Patrick snatched a glance at the bedside clock and rubbed his eyes. Seven twenty-five. His teenage daughter looked down at him with that big, toothy smile. Her hair was a blonde mess, and the more she bounced the more she had to blow it off her face.

It took Patrick a while to realize that having his teenage daughter bounce atop his aroused crotch probably wasn’t a good idea. “Sweetheart, come on. Get off Daddy.”

“Mm-mm!” she shook her head.

“Don’t you have school?”

“Nope! Free day.”

There went his plans for a quiet, lonesome day working on his novel. “Is your mother around?”

She nodded, still bouncing.

“Then get off, sweetie. I should say goodbye to her before she leaves.”

“Nuh-uh!” She bounced harder, causing her firm, braless boobs to jiggle under her baggy My Little Pony shirt.

For the life of him, Patrick couldn’t believe that his little girl, who had just turned eighteen, had a bigger bust than anyone on both sides of the family. Where did she get it from? Certainly not Jenna. Patrick pulled his gaze away, feeling a little disgusted at himself.

He suddenly became aware of the warm flesh against his thigh. “Honey, you’re wearing pants, aren’t you?”