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Then at three o’clock on the dot, his car pulled into the driveway. And Isabella felt a jot of both excitement and panic deep in her chest as she positioned herself on the sofa with the tv chattering in the background. She curled up, tucking her legs under her and brought up the moment to betrayal and shock that her father wanted to divorce, and rubbed her eyes hard with the heal of her hand to make them look red and puffy. She could hear her father walking up the driveway as tears started to flood her eyes and Isabella gave an experimental sob, yep, she sounded genuine. She rested her arms on the sofa and buried her head against them.

“Bella?” Her father asked as he shut the front door behind him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he set his briefcase down and moved to sit next to her. “What’s the matter? Did something happen?” He tried to pull her away from the sofa cushion.

Isabella pulled back, showing the tears that were running down her face and she sobbed again. “No…n-nothing happened, I’m just…upset again.” She moved the bury her head in the sofa cushion again but her father caught her by the shoulders.

“There, now. It’s alright Bella, it will take a little to get use to.” He moved to pull her into a hug, but Bella moved to climb into his lap again. She curled up, sat on his lap and pressed her face her his neck and sobbed again.

Jonathan felt bad for causing his girl so much pain. And he rocked her gently as he did the night before. One hand went back to rub her back, the other rested on her smooth, bare leg. It didn’t take long for his mouth to go dry and his mind to fall into the gutter as his eyes swept up her bare thighs where her short had started to ride up. It wasn’t often she wore shorts, and the sight of her slender legs made him mind whirl.

“S’okay Daddy.” She sniffed. Already the tears dried and se pretended to try and calm down. “It just kinda washed over me again all at once. I’ll be okay.” She rocked in time with her father, moving her ass just a little more than needed.

What was more rare for Jonathan to see was his daughter in a tank top. The cotton fabric molded to every curve of her tits, the thin straps exposing all of her shoulders and the creamy skin that was most always hidden. Once again, though he tried to ignore it, he felt his cock stir to life against his daughter’s rocking ass. “So.” He cleared his throat, for it seemed to have closed up. “What’s with the clothes? Did you go swimming?”

Isabella rubbed away fake tears and pulled back a little. “No I just went for a bike ride. I know I’ll have to change before mom comes home though, she hates it when I wear these clothes.” She pulled a face and her father laughed.

“I think you look great in them.” He took advantage of the subject to rake his eyes over her form once again. “I wish you would wear them more often.” He blurted.

She smiled, “I’ll wear them for you then Daddy.” She rested her head on his shoulder, purposefully pressing her breasts against his chest. She could already feel the bulge poking at her ass again, it rubbed deliciously across her ass as she let her father rock her gently, even though she no longer needed the comfort. “Just don’t tell Mom, she’ll burn them.”

He laughed softly, “Well I’ll make sure she won’t find out. You’ll dress like this only when she’s gone for work. We’ll keep out our secret.”

His hand rubbing her back felt good and Isabella could feel the moisture growing in her pussy. She was the cause of his hard-on. This one was much harder than yesterday and her father’s gentle rocking pace quickened slightly, but again she pretended innocence. “If I move with you to Seattle , I’ll be able to dress like this all the time.”

“True, but I don’t think you’ll want to wear them much Bella Baby…the weather is very cool at best, freezing cold at worst.” Though his cock jumped at the though of his girl walking around in something much more skimpier than that. Just the though if having his baby girl walk around in short shorts, half her ass cheeks peeking out. God, he needed to stop thinking about it. His cock was rock hard and he could hardly stand having her firm ass rocking across it, but hell if he could stop. I just felt so good, so wrong…so right.

Through the front window, a car slowed to a stop. “Crap, it’s mom!” Isabella struggled to get up from her father’s lap. If she caught her dressed like this, sitting in her father’s lap, she would be dead. Her father scooped her up, his hand pressed firmly on her ass, one finger pressing against the denim fabric right between her ass cheeks, just an inch from her pussy. He quickly tipped her on her feet and gave her ass a not so fatherly smack.

“Go change kiddo, I’ll be locked in my study. I have work to do.” He vanished past the front door just as fast as she ran up the steps to her room. She quickly changed into more mother friendly clothes but not before shoving her fingers into her dripping pussy. God it was far hotter than she could have ever imagined! The heat of his hand was burning on her ass. She licked her juices from her fingers and finished changing before heading back down to greet her mother.

“Hey mom, how was work?” She asked as she walked into the kitchen where her mother was already getting the roast ready for the oven.”

“It was work. Her mother mumbled. Clearly her mother left work in a mood again. Isabella was about to excuse herself and hide in her room when her mother looked up from chopping carrots. “Did you remember to weed the flower beds like I asked you too?”

Isabella winced, “No…I forgot.” She said meekly, and prepared for her mother’s wrath.

Her mother’s lips pressed into a line and she pointed outside. “Well then go and do it young lady. Dinner won’t be done for an hour and half, you have time.” She glanced around. “Where is your father.”

She was already backing away before she was given anymore chores. “I think he locked himself in his study again. He said he had work to do.”

“Oh!” Her mother growled, throwing the cut vegetables into the roasting pan. “He knows I hate it when he locks himself up in that study. He’s always in there for hours on end. That’s what he goes to the office for, no need to do it at home too!” Her mother ranted but Isabella had already reached the back door.

She escaped to the outside and with a sigh went to the small storage shed and grabbed a pair of gardening gloves. Her pair was bright green and made from some sort of leather-like fabric. She worked them on and got to work yanking the weeds from her mother’s numerous flower beds than lined the house.

It was just like her mother to give her a chore and kill her mood. Though it may be a good idea for her to cool down after nearly wetting her panties “innocently” riding her dad’s cock. She giggled at her thought as she started at one end of the house and slowly worked her way around, pulling all unwanted plants from her mother’s meticulously laid flower beds. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking of her father in such a way. It was suppose to be a naughty, dirty thing, but it felt so good and exciting. And she loved her dad, and he loved her. So there couldn’t be any harm in it. She was just having a little fun.

But the longer she worked the more and more guilty she felt. Who knew how long it had been from the last time her father had sex. Just because they just announced their divorce, didn’t mean they just stopped their sex life. It could have been weeks or even months from the last time her dad got laid. Any kind of stimulation would have brought of a erection in anyone. It might not be because he dad was hot for his baby girl. It was getting dark when she rounded the corner of the house. Dinner should be done soon, but she may as well finish so she wouldn’t have to do it tomorrow. She moved slowly on her hands and knees, brushing aside the pretty summer blossoms looking for any weeds and pulling them out when she found them.