Daddy’s baby girl_(0)

My name is Kate; I am 16 years of age, 5 foot 3, slightly tanned skin and full 34D cup breasts with small nipples. I have straight; slightly waved blonde hair that falls just past my shoulders, my eyes are a pale blue with a hint of green flecks that are visible in the sun and full pink lips. My body is curved and my butt is round and makes my hips look a little wider, I am a size 8 in dress size and I live with both my parents.
My mum is the same height as me and is much bigger in size, being a size 24 with large 44F cup breasts. She works at a nursing home on a 12 hour shift, leaving me and my dad, Derek, alone for the day.

My dad was tall for a 37 year old, being 6 foot 2 and pretty muscular from time in the army training, though, he never went out to fight. He’s retired early, my grandparents having left him a large sum of money, he was able to buy a house big enough to house 6, yet it was just the 3 of us. He has soft brown hair that is pushed up, like the kids at school, yet my dad seemed to make it look better. His green eyes were bright and my mum said his eyes were the best feature, I don’t really have an opinion what he looks like, I mean, he’s my dad.
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I woke early on that typical Sunday morning, my muscles ached badly from the lack of sleep I had. I stretch, wincing a little at the pain as I pull the covers away and finally get out of bed. The first day of summer vacation and already it was off to a bad start.

I stride into the kitchen and sit down, a bowl of cereal placed in front of me as my mum comes to sit opposite me, eating a yogurt before having to leave for work, I know she won’t be finished until 8 tonight so I can basically do what I want, if I leave dad alone.

“Good Morning honey, I’m off in a minute. Be sure to be good for your dad” She says with a smile as she puts her yogurt pot in the bin and ruffles my hair before grabbing her bag and leaving. I eat my cereal and wash up, making a large English breakfast for when my dad comes down, if not, I’d have to take it to his room.

I pile his plate and fill his mug with strong black coffee. As usual, I wait for 5 minutes, having to see if he’ll come down stairs but not for long in case the meal got cold. I carried the tray upstairs into his room; he was awake and smiling, looking up at me as I entered.

“Baby, good morning” his smile was wide as he took the tray from me and set it aside on my mums side of the bed, pulling me close to him. I hugged him back and pulled away, for a
moment I felt a brief tug on my body from him before he let me go. I sat on the end of the bed, watching him taking a swig of the coffee and returned it back to the tray, barely touching
the breakfast I had made.

“Aren’t you hungry dad?” I asked, looking a little worried.
He noticed my expression and smiled.