I tried not to look, but I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, and caught her looking at me. She didn't scurry. She stood tall, sucking in her gut and throwing back her shoulders to throw out her proud young breasts. A quick estimation was a 36C. Hers was a measured stride, with an extra twitch to her round little ass. She STILL didn't scurry, but continued her strut towards her room, looking at me all the time. My eyes were drawn to high, round jut of her ass, at the top of her muscular thighs.

Abby wasn't a classical model face and body, she had a cute round little face framed by dark, wavy, shoulder length hair. She was only 5'2" tall, and weighed 130 lbs., nearly all of it muscle because of her skating and sculling. She had a flat tummy, with wide hips and broad shoulders. She was a sweet girl, with no sign of her mother's meanness or evil temper. As she reached the top of the stairs, her mother called her back to assist in something. Abby didn't throw on any clothes, but came back down the stairs in her plain white bra and bikini panties. As she walked out the door, I noticed that the panties were bagging and sagging on her as if the elastic was shot or they weren't pulled up tight. The crack of her ass and the top of the swell of her buttocks were clearly visible. I heard murmuring from outside, and as Abby came in I asked, "What did your mom say?"

She walked over to me and faced me directly, saying "She screamed and asked 'Where's your dad?'" I told her you were in the kitchen, and weren't really paying any attention." I don't remember what I said, because all of my attention was on her hard little nipples poking the front of the bra and the black pubic hair poking around the edges of her panties. She stood there for a few moments, just looking at me looking at her, she slowly strutted up to her room.

Later that afternoon, Abby rode with me to the check on the boat. We were conversing idly about this and that, and I said, "You know Abby, if you're going to prance around in your underwear, you should wear a pretty bra and panties."

She made no response, but quickly changed the subject. The next morning Abby did something she had never done. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the morning paper, my quiet time alone. (Lucy doesn't stir until 9:30 or 10:00) I looked up to see Abby pulling out the ironing board to press a blouse to wear to school. All she had on was a bra and panties, a lacy white bra and a pair of white, lacey bikini panties. She made no comment about her attire, merely set up the ironing board and plugged in the iron.

She came into the kitchen and said, "Daddy, can I have a cup of coffee while I wait for the iron to heat?"....(cont)