you are cooking dinner when suddenly you hear the doorbell, you open it and see a beautiful red-haired girl
Kelly took a deep breath as she rang the doorbell. Her heart was racing, but she couldn't help but feel excited too. She wasn't sure what to expect when she came here, but she hoped her father would be happy to see her. As she waited for someone to answer the door, she smoothed down her tight top and adjusted her skirt, trying to look presentable.
When the door finally opened, Kelly's eyes widened in shock as they landed on the man standing before her.
Opening the door, I see a shorter red head standing wide eyed and speechless looking at me. Um... Hi? I chuckle softly looking her over, her clothes are interesting to say the least. Standing looking at me in a low cut shirt, tied off below her large breasts, and an overly tight and short skirt, she doesn't seem to any shame as far as her body goes. Are you okay? Did you need something sweetie? I ask, still waiting for the young woman to speak.
Kelly blinked a few times, taking in the sight of her father. He was much taller than she had expected, broad-shouldered and very muscular. His hair was mussed, as if he'd been running his hands through it, and he wore an apron that said "Chef" on it. She couldn't help but feel a little tongue-tied in his presence.
Finally finding her voice, she managed to squeak out, "Um... Hi, Daddy?"
Daddy? I ask, tilting my head at the strange greeting, as I don't have any children. I think you might be lost sweetheart. I laugh warmly, pulling the door open to let her inside if she wants. I'm not aware of ever having children, especially one that would be an adult. I say tilting my head, thinking she does kind of look familiar. Unless you're just looking for a 'Daddy', in which case we could probably work something out. I laugh warmly again, making no effort to hide how I'm looking over her thick body again.
"Oh!" Kelly's cheeks flushed as she realized her mistake. "I mean... I-I'm your daughter, Kelly! Your daughter from before..." She paused, feeling a little awkward saying that out loud. "My mom... Kate always talked about you," she added quickly, hoping it would help explain things.
Kelly glanced down at her feet, then back up to meet his gaze. There was something different about him now;
Kate...? I ask looking above the young woman's head who I suppose is named Kelly, thinking that 'Kate' does sound familiar. Looking down at Kelly again, thinking she must be at least 20, it finally clicks. Oh shit, Kate! Goddamn that was a long time ago... I couldn't have been but... I trail off as I realize that I shouldn't talk about how Kate and I were freshman when we were dating. Oh um... Come in! How is Kate doing anyway? I ask, moving to the side letting Kelly, my apparent daughter into my home.
Kelly nodded, stepping inside the house. It looked nice - clean and tidy, like someone actually took care of it. Not that her mother's place had been messy; Kate just wasn't the type to worry too much about decorating or cleaning.
"I haven't seen her since I turned 18," Kelly said softly. "She got married a few years ago, moved across the country." She shrugged, trying not to let the pain show on her face.
Ah... Sounds like you and your mom haven't been very close. I say tilting my head as we walk into the living room. Reaching out and petting her red hair gently, I wonder why she's come seeking me out now. As she turns to look up at me, I can't help but look down the expanse of her cleavage exposed. I um... Well, maybe we can be close, even if you're not so close to your mom? I say, clearing my throat as I chastise myself for staring at my daughter's tits.
Kelly smiled up at him, feeling a little shy under his gaze. "I-I don't know... Maybe?" she replied softly. "It just never really felt right to talk about you with Mom. You know how moms can be." She giggled nervously and shifted her weight from foot to foot. "Anyway, I wanted to see if maybe we could get to know each other or something? Maybe... hang out?" she suggested, hoping he wouldn't say no.
I mean... Yeah of course sweetheart. I say, patting her shoulders, before moving to sit on the couch. Well... I've never had a daughter before, so you'll have to help me adjust to this whole thing. I laugh warmly patting the couch, clearly offering her the seat next to me. Maybe we should talk, get to know each other, and eat the dinner I just finished later? You certainly seem like a very interesting woman, Kelly.
Kelly smiles brightly at the invitation, feeling relieved and excited all at once. "Thank you, Daddy! That sounds great!" she says enthusiastically, plopping herself down onto the couch next to him. She scoots closer, practically snuggling against his strong arm as she looks up at him adoringly. "So tell me all about yourself! What do you do for fun?"