Suddenly Moved In (Closed for Jon)

My name is Jonathan, but I like to go by Jon. I find my self stuck under a bed. I am sure you are wondering how this came to be. Well you see 22 years ago I was working as a trades man and going to college part time to learn what I need to know to start a company. At that time I was with my ex, and as I we both was graduating at the time. She told me "I am moving away, and by the way I am pregnant. We are braking up and I do not want to see you in my life after college." So I grew up with sending checks have having no contact with my daughter for all her 21 years of her life. Not till I got a call from a out of state number, in the working hours so I taken the call that changed my life. It was my ex asking me if I still lived in the area we went to college to. I was dumbfounded with this blast from the past and I responded "Yes still in the old house even that I was renting that I now own." I soon found out that are daughter wanted to go to school, and it was going to be up to me to pay for her schooling and dorm cost. I told my ex "Don't be silly I will have a bedroom here for her." Well I was told when my daughter would arrive. Turns out I was told few days later, as I presume to make me look bad. I told my ex "The spare key is hidden in a all black fake rock, and that key will get into the attached garage and into the house." I am glad I did not wait till last second as I wanted to make sure the room would be perfect for a college age woman. Last thing I had to do was finish securing the bed frame then make the bed with the few bed sets packs that had everything in to form sheets to pillow cases. Just needed to put the pillow in the covers...

Well here I am laying on my back in my boxers under my daughters room under her bed. I got a small flashlight in my mouth to try and light up the last nut on the bed frame when I hear someone entering the bedroom. My mind is racing who can be entering the room, as no one should be here, and questioning who it could be as I keep all the doors locked... I have no clue that this person that is opening the bedroom door is my very own daughter.
 
It had been a long day of travel for me. I had always lived on the other side of the country with my mother, but now I was on my way to move in with my father. I had never met him before, and there was a part of me that was both excited and scared. I hardly knew what kind of man he was, but I suppose I would eventually come to find out now that I’d be moving in with him.



I look down at the phone in my hand, my mother had texted me about the key my father kept in the stones. I went to look through them and found it. I used it to unlock the front door and stepped into the house with my suitcases. I was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top shirt, comfortable clothes that I could wear for travel. I did not wear a bra, and my C cup breasts hung loose underneath the tank. I have long brown hair. “Hello?” I call out to the house, trying to see if my father is around to welcome me. When I heard no reply I decided to go find my room. Whenever I fly in a plane I always feel quite dirty after, so I decided I would take a shower and freshen up.



I find the room and hum as I roll in my bags. I look around the room and nod, thinking it’s quite nice. I immediately laid one of my suitcases down and unlocked in. I knelt down and lifted my tank top over my head, leaving me topless as I went through my things I pull out my shampoo, conditioner, and soap before standing up and heading towards the bathroom. I open the door and start the shower water. I then push down my sweats so that I am only standing there in a pair of underwear. I bend over and open the bathroom cabinet and pull out a towel, hanging it up by the shower, before stepping in.
 
I could only watch in shock as this woman walked to my daughter bed pulling her suitcase. My mind racing with the question "What should I do?" Here I am a a man under my little girls bed. No make that a young woman. I know I can not risk her finding me, and jumping to the idea I am some sick pervert. God knows what her mom told her about me. After all she has been a adult for a few years. If she wanted to know me she could have and would have. So ya no way in hell I wanted to meet her with me only wearing boxers let alone under her bed as that looks soooooooo bad. I could only lay still as she undressed and picked out items from her bad. As I can only peak out and watch my daughter walk out of the bedroom. I spotted a few things giving me the hint she was about to take a shower. I knew I had to wait for a bit to make sure she was in the shower and well into washing up before I can get out of this room and get dressed.

After what feels like forever tho I presume only was like 5 or 10 minutes.I taken this time to get out from under the bed and out of the room... I sneaked out of her room and into my bedroom. Once in my room I grabbed a pair of tan khaki pants and a black polo shirt slipping on my loafers shoes. I then knocked on the bathroom door asking "I am about to make some eggs and toast. Do you want any?" I can tell from the sun shining in the window it has to be about noon, and the perfect way to let my daughter know I am home. I am trying not to think about the fact I got a sexy young lady that seams to look just like her mom at that age. If I did not know better I would think somehow I was in a time loop with my ex as my then girlfriend in are college years. Now I gotta try not to think about the babe in the shower washing her self... *I shake my head* Thinking to my self "That is not some babe that is my daughter. Granted she is a stranger, but she is of my flash and blood." I can only hope she heard my question and will tell me if she wants something to eat. So I can get busy doing something to try and keep my mind busy, so I am not some dirty old man with perverted thoughts about his kid!

I know there is a spare set of shorts and a V neck t-shirt I keep under the sink next to a pair of spare towels. So I can tell her about them later before I go to the kitchen.
 
I stepped into the shower and immediately felt better as the warm water cascaded down my body. I started with washing my hair, rubbing the suds of the shampoo into it before letting them be taken away by the water. Next I put conditioner in my hair, and left it there so that I could start on washing my body. I grabbed a washcloth and got it soapy, then began to wash my body. I brushed the washcloth under my arm pits, then over the top of my boobs and then under them, making them soapy. I bent over and began to clean my legs, followed by my pussy and then my ass. After that I stepped into the water and let it clean off the soap covering my body and the conditioner still in my hair. When I was done I stepped out of the shower and began to dry off.



I ran a clean towel along my body, and once most of it was dry, I took out some lotion. I lathered the lotion onto every inch of my skin, leaving it glistening and smooth. I noticed a V neck shirt and a pair of shorts in the bathroom and shrugged, it seemed like a comfortable enough outfit. I heard him calling about food and I finally answered, “Sure Id love some eggs and toast.” I put my panties back on before putting the shorts and t shirt on. I could see my breast line at the bottom of the V and my nipples we’re faintly visible due to the fact that I didn’t put on a bra — why would I when I was finally ‘at home?’ I left the bathroom and grabbed a hairbrush, combing it through my straight brunette hair.



A part of me was worried about seeing my dad for the first time in so long. He was just downstairs making food for us, I took a deep breath before exiting the room and heading down into the kitchen.
 
I waited outside the bathroom door for a minute or so. When it was clear I would not get a response I made my mind up to make a extra big batch of scrambled eggs with some corn beef and hash-browns and some toast. I knew I was a good cook, so wanted to impress my daughter with a well rounded late breakfast. Sure I can make a meal out of anything, tho I do not know how to make any fancy food. Tho when it comes to making soups, pasta or rice dishes I can make something to be put on a plate or bowl.

I had the some large potatoes that I shredded and have them in a pot boiling, while I am chopping up green and red peppers, mushrooms, a left over half of onion to go with some cheese in the eggs later on. At this time I did not know I was being watched as I move to the stove to get a large cast iron deep skillet where I grabbed it and was just turning around to go back to the stove when my heart skipped a beat and I froze with my mouth falling open. After a second I say "You look so beautiful like a perfect copy of your mom when she was your age." There was a mix of shock and admiration sounding in my voice as clearly this is real and just not dad trying to impress his daughter. "Would you like to have a seat at the table here in the kitchen?"
 
I walk into the kitchen and see a man toiling away with a pot and an oven. The room smelt like the eggs and bacon that he was grilling up, and it swirled around the room in an enticing way. It coaxed a growl out of my stomach as I stood on the doorway. I looked at the man in the room, and found that it felt as though I was looking at a stranger. Is he really my dad? I’d never seen this man before so it was hard to associate him with the title. On top of that, I’d always taken after my mom, so I only saw her in my face and not him. His face… was quite handsome I thought as I finally got a good look at it when he turned around.



“Thanks… I get that a lot” I say when he compares me to my mother. It’s always quite flattering, she was a beautiful woman. I walk over and sit down at the table, looking up and at Jon as I wait for him to bring the food over.
 
I pour strain the water into a bucket from boiling the shredded potatoes then dump the veggies in a frying pan and start to cook them. I put the potatoes back in the second frying pan and start to brown them while I open a can of corn beef to mix it in with the cooking hash-browns. I then add the eggs and slices of cheese to the pan with the veggies and mix them in.

About 5 minutes later I brake the food into two parts and put each pile on two plates. I bring the plates over to the table. I smile and ask "Would you like water, apple or orange juice to drink?"
 
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