Brody Part One

The holiday was not far off and I was excited because that meant that my daughter Jess would be coming home from college for a few weeks. Her long-time friend Brody was coming with her and staying for a couple of days before continuing on to visit her father who had moved away from our home town since his wife had walked out on him with another woman. We were so proud of Jess when she was accepted to college to follow her dream but neither my wife nor I had imagined how we would miss our only child. A car pulled up in the driveway and doors slammed. My wife was at the door before me as I was in the kitchen loading the coffee machine. I could hear the cries of greetings from the hallway and moments later Jess rushed into the room and into my arms, giving me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. A voice from behind her announced Brody's entrance into the kitchen, "Hi Mr. S" she said and came over to greet me like we always had, hugging me for what seemed longer than usual. I was very aware of her breasts pushed against my chest and to my mind she seemed to be forcing almanbahis them out and holding them deliberately but then the moment passed. My wife announced that the supper was ready and then apologized that she had to work that night but it was the only night she would have to while the girls were home. Being a nurse, the 12 hour night shift was hard to swap, especially at the time of year. "That's okay mom," Jess said, "Brody and I are off to the local to see if any of the old gang are around so we will be out this evening and we will probably be late so we would not see much of you anyway." I thought of the evening ahead and that suited me fine as my hockey team the Edmonton Oilers were playing a late game so I could sit and watch the game in peace. My wife left for work and I was clearing up the kitchen after supper. The girls had gone for a shower and to get ready for their evening out. I decided to take my shower after I had finished my chores so I would have time to do some work on the computer before the game started. As I headed up the stairs, I almanbahis yeni giriş could hear the shower running in the bathroom and it reminded me of old times when Jess had lived with me. I pushed open the door of my bedroom and realised the light was on and smiled at my wife's forgetfulness about light switches. It was not until I opened the door that I realised it was not my wife's fault. Brody stood in the middle of the room. Her head was bent down and she was busily rubbing her wet hair with a towel, naked except for a very small pair of lacy yellow panties. Her breasts were medium sized and very firm looking with small nipples. All this registered in a nano second and I stopped in mid step before backing up quietly and pulling the door closed, returning downstairs. I was shocked by my surprise and yet a little aroused at seeing her like that. After all, she was my daughter's age and I never had a desire to see her naked, that was just wrong! I thought of the times over the years when I had noticed Brody's forwardness. She always seemed a little almanbahis giriş brazen to me, very outgoing and I can imagine it was not easy for her parents at times as she was very strong-willed and liked to do her own thing. It was weird to see her like I had, and with such a womanly body too. It was not long before the girls came giggling down the stairs, "Thank Mrs. S. for the use of your bathroom, it made getting ready much faster," Brody said and then they were gone. I went up and showered and settled in to do some work and then watch the game. Later that evening, I was watching the post-game highlights when I heard the door open and the girls entered the room, Jess looking the worse for wear. "Don't worry Mr. S. I will put her to bed; it's not the first time, she just has to sleep it off. She will be okay," Brody said and then she helped Jess upstairs. A while later Brody came back into the room and flopped down on the sofa beside me. "How was the game?" she asked. I told her how it went and then asked her about her and Jess' evening, "Meet any hot guys?" I teased. "Oh Mr. S., college boys are so stupid, only after one thing and when they get it, it is all over in a flash. No, I prefer older men myself, around your age for example." The way she said it made me pick up my ears as I looked at her.