Her dad

(there are some contexts to the Fathers branch, though not required, I encourage reading through his branch)

As she entered the kitchen, a sudden commotion behind her startled her and she turned around quickly before letting out a sudden scream of fear before realizing it was her dad.

"JESUS DAD! Why do you always like to scare me?" Nicole peeled her self from the door.

"I'm sorry honey, it's a bad habit," Jack unclinged himself from the counter. "You're home early, no athletes in therapy?"

"There was, only a few athletes who needed work so I was able finish up early, figured I just rest up from the heavy week of school work and work. Mom home?" Lied Nicole as she sat on a bar stool across from her dad and waited for his response. Silence lay between them and Jack, her father, sat there his eyes were drifting all over his daughter as he fought to break his voyeurism of her curves. Unbeknownst to Nicole, her father was going through some interesting events this morning and he was able to shake his head to break away from his voyeuristic actions. It felt a bit awhile before he replied and she could see he was shaking his head a little. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, the long weeks I've been pulling has been catching up on me today," Jack smiled before answering her first question while rubbing his head. "She's with a client this morning, should be back some point this morning I suppose."

"Oh cool, well I'm going to go get a shower, I feel very dirty," it was true she felt dirty, but more or less because of the mess her panties were from today's events at the training center. Hopping off the stool, she walked out of the kitchen and she could feel like someone was watching her. As she made it to the bathroom, she looked briefly to her side and at first she thought she saw someone other than her dad, but after a double take no one was there. Letting out a sigh she, entered the bathroom.