The Apartment

Dean lived in a small, single bedroom apartment. The main door led straight into a large, open concept space containing the kitchen , dining area and living room. To one side was the bathroom, to the other the bedroom. It was small, simple and to the mans taste.

"Again, I'm sorry for intruding. I know I kind of jumped right into the whole "I'm moving in with dad" thing back at the house." She looked around. "I didn't even stop to think if you could accommodate me..."

"Don't worry about it. We'll figure something out later. For now let's just catch up." Dean left his daughters bags by the door before moving into the room and dropping onto the couch. "I'll admit, I wasn't expecting to be in this situation when I woke up."

You had other concerns when you woke up, didn't you?

He shook his head at the thought. It made sense that a crazy day would start with a crazy dream.

"So, tell me about... you? Your life?"

Heather sank into the cushion next to his. "Oof, that's gonna take a while..."

Later

Dean didn't like what he heard about Heathers home life. He grit his teeth at his bitch of an ex leaving the kids alone for days at a time. His fists balled upon hearing about all the boyfriends and sugar daddies she dragged through the house. He nearly popped a blood vessel when learning about his girls living near poverty while their mother spent his child support payments on spa days and designer clothes. Apparently they never even knew he had been paying to support them.

It wasn't all bad though. Heather herself was a delight.

"I took to running a few years ago as a way of getting out of the house when Amber, you know... But soon enough I was hooked on it. I couldn't stop. When I started highschool I joined the track and field team. Sprinting, hurtles and pole vault."

"I noticed the trophies in your room. You're pretty good then?"

"Best in the school. Coach was sad to see me go."

Dean winced. She had her birthday recently, but she had also graduated. Two important moments in her life he had missed out on.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for it. That I wasn't there for all the important days."

She leaned against him. "It's ok, I know she lied. It's not your fault."

So many fucking lies...

"Heather, I don't want to be anything like that woman. So how about; you and I will always be honest and straightforward with eachother. Deal?"

She turned her head to lock her big hazel eyes onto his. "Deal."

That's a step in the right direction

"Umm, dad? Do you mind if I take my pants off?"

Wait, what?

"I usually chill out in my room without much on..."

Something shifted in his mind, a desire for honesty that overwhelmed common sense, decency or shame. Dean found himself compelled to speak words he knew he shouldn't.

"Go right ahead. I don't mind you being in your underwear."

What the fuck are you saying?!

Heather stood up from the couch and fumbled with her jeans for a moment. Dean couldn't help but stare as she slid her pants down her legs and kicked them across the room. Once again his daughter wore only a tank top and underwear, only this time it was a thong.

"Much better." She dropped again to the couch.

"I know the appeal. I sleep naked and rarely wear more then boxers when I'm home alone."

"Like father, like daughter I guess."

The more he spoke the easier it was to be honest and straightforward with her. His words flowed without hesitation or fear. He had unknowingly bound himself and his daughter together. There could no longer be any lies or secrets between them.

Later Still

"...so, just pepperoni?" Dean raised his eyebrow, questioning his estranged daughters taste. "You know there are options, right?"

"Extra pepperoni. And yes, I know some of those other types can be super delicious, but I'm something of a purist when it comes to my pizzas."

The man chuckled as he dialed a local pizzeria. Heathers comfort in his presence and the honest communication between them had allowed the pair to rapidly get to know one another. It was a relief to be so open and forward.

Dean watched his daughter as she skipped across the room to rummage through her bag. Then he continued to watch her nearly naked ass as she bent over to open a bag. It was round, firm, the rear of a runner and jumper.

"...hello? Is anyone there?"

"Oh shit, sorry, yes, I'd like to order a pizza..." He gave the order, his eyes never wavering from the young womans posterior.

She turned to face him as he ended the call. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For teasing you. I knew you were looking, so I bent over further. I know I shouldn't be doing stuff like that..."

"There's nothing to feel sorry about. But why did you tease me?"

She began to figit and shift her weight between her feet. Heather fought hard to keep her mouth shut, but honesty overwhelmed her.

"Because I like it when men look at me. Stacy was always so pretty and always got so much attention and, well, it made me want attention too. That's one of the reasons I do track and field, it's exciting to run in front of crowds in tight tops and tiny shorts. I feel pretty when men stare, even when I'm sweaty and out of breath."

She walked into the kitchen area and stood close to her father. Her eyes stayed shamefully locked to the ground, but her mouth continued to spill her secrets.

"I know it's even worse since you're my dad, but I don't really see you as family. I didn't grow up with you in my life, I didn't live with you. When I look at you a just see a handsome man..." She struggled to look up, her hazel eyes locking with his. "...and I want you to look at me. I've never been so comfortable around someone as I am with you and knowing you're my father makes it feel..." She placed a hand on her chest, her cheeks flushed. "...I can't think of the word."

Honesty **** Dean to reply.

"I know I shouldn't look at you like that, but when I look at you I see an attractive young woman. I've enjoyed seeing you undressed and you can wear as much or as little as you want in my home. Whatever you feel comfortable with."

Heather smiled. "You can look at me as much as you want, it makes me feel good. Does... does that make me a slut? I've always worried about what people would think if they knew..."

"No." His answer came quick and firm. "There's nothing wrong with being looked at if you enjoy it. Nothing wrong with showing off what you're proud of."

Her smile grew into a devious grin. In a flash the teen had pulled her shirt off at tossed it into the living area.

"Then I'm going to get comfortable."

Night

It had been a very different evening than Dean had expected.

Heather, his eighteen year old estranged daughter, had spent the entire afternoon and evening in only a thong. He couldn't help but stare at her athletic body, a problem her constant teasing never helped with. She had also made sure to answer the door when their pizza arrived. Dean briefly worried, but she had total confidence in showing off and maintained control of the situation. The delivery man stood wide eyed and slack jawed through the entire transaction.

As the world outside grew dark the two prepared for bed.

"It's ok, you can take the bed. Couch surfing is like a right of passage for run away teens."

"You aren't a run away. But you are a guest, you should take the bed."