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You wake up about 9 in the morning, for a short moment thinking that you must have overslept, before you realize that it's saturday today. You still don't want to stay in bed all day so you get up, get your morning robe, and head for the shower.
You take your time in the shower, shaving and then just stand there and feel the hot water run over your body.
Finally turning off the water, you start drying yourself with your towel, looking at yourself in the mirror.
The man looking back at you looks much better than you feel, which is good in a kind of way, but also depressing.
You're tall and averagely muscular, have short dark hair, blue eyes and, some would say, a quite handsome face. Most people, at least the women, tend to tell you how good look, especially for being close to 40 years old.
Not that it matters... You haven't had much interest in women, not in anything at all actually, ever since your wife, Amy died in a car crash 5 years ago.
You sigh at the memory, as you have many times before. You had such a great time together. Knowing you were meant for each other from the very first time you met, you got married early on and delivered a child only a few months afterwards.
For years you led a very happy life, until suddenly she was gone, leaving you and your daughter Vicky all alone! Even though the years has eased the pain somewhat, you can still remember Amy all too well... You just can't look at others and feel that it would ever be the same again.
You lost so much of yourself back then, and it's a wonder you never started drinking or something just to drown your sorrows. Instead you live on only for work, teaching math, physics and occasionally sports to the students at school, and to take care of your little girl. Since some time back, you can also combine those two interests, as Vicky's now attending the school you're teaching at.
Heading down the hallway, towards the kitchen, you take a look into Vicky's room. From the doorway you can only see her form under the bedsheets, and her long hair spread out on the pillow. Another painful reminder of your wife, as Vicky has inherited much from her mother's beautiful visage and that straw-blonde hair. She's still fast asleep, and you don't intend to wake her up allready, so you slowly close the door and keep walking.
Passing the front door, you pick up the newspaper from the floor and start unfoling it while entering the kitchen. You fix yourself a small breakfast, then read the headlines while you eat.
Before you're done eating, you hear Vicky's door creak open, her footsteps in the hallway, and then the bathroom door open and close. A few moments later, the shower start running again, and you listen to the relaxing noise while finishing your breakfast and start reading the newspaper.
About 15 minutes pass, then the shower is turned off and you can hear Vicky going back to her room again. In another few minutes she enters the kitchen, her long blonde hair still damp from the shower.
She doesn't notice you're there at first, as she's still just halfways through buttoning her shirt, and you watch her with aching heart as you're once again reminded of Amy.
The slender figure, the cute face and the long blonde hair, together with that white cotton blouse makes her look exactly like her mother did when you first met. Even the age is the same, you realize.
Her deep blue eyes are your own however, not green like Amy's, and the matching skirt is a lot shorter than anything you ever saw Amy wear back then. You frown a little, thinking about the fight you had with Vicky last week regarding that skirt. You lost that fight, of course. Just like you always do when she start winking those long eyelashes of hers...
Most girls at school wear those things anyway. You just found it a bit odd, since Vicky has been such a sweet little girl all the time, and you overreacted as she's, in your eyes, still far from old enough to be... as old as the other girls in her class...
"Oh, hi dad!" she says, a little startled at first as she looks up and find you watching her. "I didn't think you were awake yet!"
"Yeah, i was up early." you tell her with a smile, mocking her for getting surprised. "And so are you?"
"Yeah, I even put my alarm on." she smiles back while opening the fridge and start looking for something to eat.
"Anything special planned?"
"Not really... Some guys at school wanted me to go out and eat lunch with them, then go watch a movie before we go to some party and get really drunk..." She looks back over her shoulder, and laughs at the face you make. "Just kidding dad. Sarah invited me for lunch, then we'll probably just sit and talk for the rest of the day!"
"No problem then." you tell her, also chuckling a little. "Just be back home before midnight!"
"Sure!" she says, winking her eyelashes at you before she turn back to the fridge and you get back to your newspaper.
Usually, neither of you are especially cheerful at early mornings, and you can't really concentrate at reading, as you keep smiling to yourself and thinking back at memories. Good memories this time.
Fondly looking back at your daughter, you feel proud of being her father. You always do, of course, but rarely so that it can erase all the old, sad memories that you share. You can even feel pride of her firm, shapely thighs that get more and more exposed beneath the short skirt while she bends over to look at the lower shelves in the fridge.
As she leans even further forward, you just smile and keep watching, wondering how many boys at school has allready stared at that sweet behind and tried to catch a glimpse of her panties.
Then your smile slowly fades away, while you try to understand what you're actually seeing unfold before your eyes.
As Vicky finally get to the lowest shelf, her skirt rides up and expose almost half her firm butt. This was what you had expected from such a short garment. What you're not prepared for at all, is the fact that there's nothing else to cover her exposed skin!
You can just sit and stare for a few moments, while Vicky unknowingly keep rummaging around in the fridge, until you finally notice a thin white line between her firm buttocks. A string? Since how long has your little girl been wearing only a string instead of panties?
Finally you manage to tear your eyes away from your daughter's near-naked behind, and you wonder why your heart is racing and why you find it so hard to breathe...
The morning started out perfect, but now you just don't know how to react...!
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