All Grown Up – Chapter One

All Grown Up

An original story by Starrynight.

It was the first warm day of the season, the rising sun shining brightly and lifting the chill of early spring that blanketed everything as of late. The cold winter passed but its effects lingered on, the ground, the grass, the trees, all slowly thawing, the rejuvenating green of spring getting more vivid with every passing day of sunshine.

It was a Saturday, the first nice one of the season, and as Brad opened the window, letting in the sun, a warm breeze hit him and he let out a content breath. He made a fresh pot of coffee, along with some eggs, bacon, and toast. Laurie, his wife, joined him in the kitchen, wearing baggy shorts and a large t-shirt, and wrapped her arms around him. She hugged him, kissing his neck lovingly, then went over and poured herself a cup of coffee as Brad filled two plates, and brought them over to the table.

“Any plans for today?” Laurie asked her husband, her light-brown hair tied into a loose ponytail. She grabbed a piece of bacon and took a bite.

“Yard’s a mess,” Brad said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Gonna do some work on it,” he said and watched his wife take another bite. They sat and talked as they ate breakfast together, then Laurie picked up the dishes and Brad went to change.

Brad stepped out onto the backyard, wearing shorts and an old shirt, and breathed in the warm spring air. He stepped onto the lawn, letting the sun caress his face, then got to work. He started with the pool, cleaned it, fished out dead leaves, and changed the filters. The pool hasn’t been used for a few months, it was too cold for that, but now that it was getting warm, he figured they would soon start using it again. After he finished with the pool he moved to the trees and bushes, trimming the hedges, then pulled the lawnmower from the shed and went to work cutting the overgrown grass.

It was getting hot, Brad was sweating, and he pulled off his shirt, exposing his muscular upper body to the sun. He tossed his sweaty shirt around his shoulder, then continued to mow the lawn. When he was finally done he was all hot and tired, and as he looked at the pool, he decided it was as good a time as any for the first dip of the season.

Brad put the lawnmower back in the shed, then stepped over to the pool. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly cut grass, and Brad pulled off his shoes, using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow, then jumped into the water in his shorts. He sighed in relief as the water cooled him off, wading around for a minute or two, then climbed out and took a seat on one of their pool chairs.

The porch door slid open, and footsteps pattered over. Brad turned, squinting in the bright sun, and saw his teenage daughter, Ryan, walking towards him.

“Here, dad, mom said to give you this,” Ryan told her father and handed him a bottle of cold water.

“Thanks, sweetie,” Brad said, took the water from his daughter, and drank deeply.

“How’s the water?” Ryan asked, spreading a large towel over one of the lounge chairs.

“A little cold, but nice,” Brad told his daughter, then drank some more. He laid back in the chair, closed his eyes, let the warm sun caress him, and heard his daughter step over to the water.

“It’s finally warm enough to use the pool,” Ryan told her father and looked up at him as he mumbled his agreement with his eyes still closed. She stepped over to the water, grabbed the rail, then dipped her toes in. “Aah, it’s freezing,” Ryan said, giggling, and Brad smiled in amusement.

Ryan continued to step into the water, screeching softly as she complained about how cold it is until she finally jumped in with a splash and started swimming around. She did a quick lap around the pool, helping her get warm, then swam over to her father and rested her arms on the edge of the pool at his feet.

“So, what’s up dad?” Ryan asked her father, looking up at him, and Brad opened his eyes and sat up in his chair.

“Not much, I was working on the backyard until now,” he told his daughter and looked down at her. She was wearing a pair of large sunglasses, her blonde hair was in a messy bun, and she smiled at him, the rest of her body submerged underwater and out of view.

“Yeah, I saw. Looks great,” Ryan said, looking around at the freshly cut grass.

“Thanks, sweetie. What about you? What are you up to?” Brad asked his daughter.

“I don’t know,” Ryan said in that teenager’s tone of hers. “I thought I’d work on my tan,” she said.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Brad said, remembering how much his girl liked laying in the sun doing nothing. He pondered for a moment at the irony of calling it working on a tan even though it was probably one of the laziest things possible. “Just don’t forget to put on sunscreen,” he said and looked down at her light skin.

“Don’t worry dad, I won’t,” Ryan said a little annoyed and turned away from her father. She swam over to the other side of the pool, her father’s eyes staring at her blankly.

Brad watched his daughter pull herself out of the pool, her back to him, and watched as the water dripped down her young body and trickled onto the ground at her feet. She was wearing an old light-blue bikini of hers, and Brad found himself staring at her bare backside as she let the warm sun dry her. He ran his eyes down her body, from her exposed nape, down her smooth back, and found himself staring at her tight little tushy. His heart sped up as he looked at his daughter’s ass, the bikini straining to cover it, and as he continued to look down, moving his gaze along her tone legs, he felt his throat go dry. He looked away, shaking his head, then grabbed the water and took another long gulp.

Ryan stood in the sun, feeling the water glide down her body, and pulled on her bikini top, adjusting it. She ran a hand down over her flat stomach, her skin already dry, then turned and stepped over to the lounge chair. She took a seat, let her hair down, and shook her head, running her fingers through her long blonde hair. She turned to her father, smiled sweetly as she met his gaze, then climbed onto the lounge chair and laid down on her back slightly reclined.

Brad was looking at his daughter again, his heart beating faster, and as she lay on the chair facing him, it suddenly hit him how much she matured. He studied her, looking from head to toe, and realized for the first time that his little girl wasn’t a little girl anymore, but a woman. He looked at her face, then moved his gaze down to her chest, and noticed her bikini was several sizes too small for her. The top covered little more than her nipples, and her blossomed breasts spilled out on all sides, her little mosquito bites now round perky tits. He moved his eyes down her flat stomach and noticed the womanly curves of her hips and thighs. Her bikini bottoms were as small as the top and clearly intended for a much less developed girl. They clung to her tightly, making the outline of her vagina visible, and as she shifted on the chair, folding her knees, Brad could see a little pubic hair peeking from the top.

“Um, sweetie, I think your bathing suit might be a little…small for you,” Brad told his daughter awkwardly. His eyes were between her legs, and he quickly moved them up to meet her eyes.

“Oh, yeah,” Ryan said, sitting up, and giggling adorably. “I guess I kind of grew out of it,” she said and looked down at her bikini top, adjusting it. “This is the only one I have that was close to fitting,” she said amused, and giggled again. “But yeah, I know, I’ll go buy new ones next week,” she told her father, then spread her legs slightly and tried to adjust the bottoms too. Brad’s eyes followed his girl’s hands, and he caught a quick glimpse of her intimate lips before she covered them again and closed her legs.