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Jake and Dad - Chapter 5 I wake up with a soft sigh, letting my eyes remained closed as I feel the warm sheets encapsulating my body. I lay on my stomach, suspecting that I had hardly moved in the night either from exhaustion or sheer comfort... probably a little bit of both really. I take in a large breath through my nose, the clean, fresh scent of the sheets flowing into my nose as I do. I roll onto my back and lay still a few more moments, not daring to open my eyes. I stretch my legs and then my arms, moaning quietly to myself as I do. I open my eyes and look at the ceiling before smiling, instantly remembering that, not only had I moved but that my dad was going to take me into the city today. I sit up and stretch once more, feeling my large tshirt stretching as I sit on the bottom of it. I run a hand through my hair, attempting to calm the messy dirty blonde dunes I knew laid on top of my head. My eyes are drawn to the window and my heart sinks a bit, it looked rather late in the day. I roll onto my side and grab my phone before sitting back in the bed. I click it on and am surprised by the time, 12:30pm. I immediately jump out of the bed and open my door, looking to the left I see that my dad's bedroom door is shut. I turn and walk down the hallway, not bothering to put any pants on, letting my slim young legs be exposed until halfway up my thigh where my shirt stops. I don't see my dad on the couch so I turn and walk into the kitchen, stopping in the entrance as I see him sitting at the table, looking worry free. He notices me and smiles before chuckling a bit at the sight of me. I'm sure I was a sight to see, hair a mess, wearing nothing but a large tshirt and pair of maroon boxer briefs that are probably covered by the shirt. "Why did you let me sleep in so late?" I ask him, a little more surpised than in an accusatory manner. I lean against the wooden archway as I wait for his repsonse. "I just thought you would like to sleep in today." He shrugs as the words fall easily off his tongue. "You did move almost all the way across the country, settle in to a new house with your dad, and eat a big dinner." He locks his fingers together and places his hands behind his head, his shirt pulling up a little bit. "I'm sure you wouldn't have wanted to get up earlier had I tried to wake you up." He smiles teasingly at me. He was right though, I probably would have complained and groaned about having to get up so early. I'm silent for a few seconds as I think of something to say but get interrupted by the sound of his chair scooting back as he stands up. He walks to the sink and places a single plate into the sink before running some water over it and turning around, leaning back on the counter again. "Besides, it's not like the city is going to go anywhere any time soon anyway." He shrugs as he walks towards me and places a hand on my head, chuckling softly as he ruffles my hair a bit. "It's always more fun at night, too." He nods a bit as he lets his hand fall to my shoulder. "More lights, more sounds, more fun." He winks at me and walks past me, his arm brushing my shoulder slightly as he does. "You can relax a bit if you want but I was thinking we should leave around 5:00pm. Traffic on a weekend is gonna be hell." He steps down the stairs in to the sunken living room and out of sight without a word, leaving me standing there without having said anything. I chew on his words before giving a small shrug and walking back to my room. I lay back in the bed and turn on the tv, watching a few episodes of my favorite show and skyping a few friends back home on my laptop. Before I know it, it's 4:00pm and I sigh, closing the laptop and setting it gently on the floor. I stand up and head to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I turn on the hot water and strip naked, tossing my shirt and underwear onto the counter as before. I step up to the counter leaning over it slightly and looking at my face in the mirror before seeing steam rising over the glass sliding doors of the shower. I turn around and adjust the temperature before stepping it, surprised by how cold the porcelain is still. I slide the door shut behind me and get to washing my hair, feeling the suds washing down my slim body, following the small curves and contours of my small but fit teen muscles. I rinse my hair out and and wash my body, careful to get everywhere, behind my ears, under my chin, my dick too. I rinse off and cut the water before stepping out and grabbing a towel, drying my face and hair as I feel water dripping off of me and onto the tile floor. I step to the counter and dry off before brushing my teeth. I finish up and wrap my towel around my waist, letting it sit low on my hips, just high enough to cover my small ass on the back. I open the door and freeze, a little surprised to find my dad standing in the hallway. He must have been surprised to because he stops, his hand on the doorknob to his bedroom door as he looks me up and down quickly. Did my dad just check me out? No, that couldn't be. It was just the first time he's seen me without a shirt on and we did scare each other. "Almost ready?" He asks, with a slight nod, raising on eyebrow. "Almost." I reply with a smile and head into my bedroom, hearing his bedroom door open as I shut mine. I shrug it off and remove the towel, throwing it on to the bed as I feel a small breeze around my naked body. I lean down and grab a pair of black boxer briefs from my suitcase and slide them on. I pick up a light gray v-neck t-shirt and slide it on as well, feeling it warming up almost instantly. I pick up my favorite pair of jeans and slide them on, feeling the dark fabric stretching around my thighs and hugging them nicely but not constricting them, I never liked real skinny jeans. I pull the back of them over my ass, button and zip them before digging through my suitcase and grabbing my belt, quickly putting it on. I head back into the bathroom and fix my hair, opting to do it a little up today but still fall naturally to one side of my forehead. I quickly put on some deodorant and head back to my room, pulling on some dark gray socks and my black Converse sneakers. I head back to the living room and wait on the couch, surprised at how soft it is. I watch tv for a few minutes before I hear Dad's bedroom door open and shut, his footsteps clapping against the hardwood floors in the hall. "Ready?" I hear him ask before I stand up and turn around, a little surprised by what he is wearing. He looks good, I would have to admit, quite handsome and even a little daper, if that's the right word. He's in a good fitting black wool peacoat with the front open to a burgundy button down shirt, slim black jeans that hold his thighs well, and a pair of black oxford shoes. "Uh.. y-yeah." I stammer out, letting a smile spread across my face before my stomach sinks. "I didn't pack a coat." I blurt out before I can stop myself. How could you blame me though? Winter in Texas is nothing like it is up here, I'm talking mid to high 40's is as cold as it gets in Texas. Dad laughs a bit and shakes his head. "Here." He starts as he takes the few steps down into the living room, shirking his coat off as he does. "We'll pick you one up in the city, you can just wear mine for now." He winks at me and stands behind me. "You sure?" I ask, turning my head and looking up at him, raising one eyebrow slighty. "Of course." He smiles and pulls the coat up my arms and to my shoulders. It was a little heavier than I expected but it was already warm from him, something I'm sure I would appreciate. I tug it closed in front of me but just decide to leave it open as my hands fall to my sides, the sleeves of the coat going a little past my hands to my surprise. "Lets go then." He pats my shoulder and I see him turn around and open a door that I didn't even realize was there. I smile up at him and turn around, heading to the door. He puts his arm in front of me, letting his large hand lay flat on my chest. "Don't tell your mother about this." His voice a little more serious now as he gives a single nod. "I told her that I sold this thing in the divorce so she doesn't know that I still have it or that you'll be riding in it either." I look up at him a little confused and he winks at me. "Our little secret, alright?" "Alright." I repeat, a little nervous to step through the doorway but I do anyway, feeling my foot hit a concrete floor. He steps in behind me and shuts the door, leaving no light in the pitch black room as he stands right behind me, his body just inches from mine. I hear his hand slide across the wall and flick a switch. There is a small delay before a single flourescent light begins to flicker and then completely light up. It takes my eyes a few second to adjust to the sudden brightness but once they do, I smile wide at the sight before me. I had just the faintest memory of this old car. The classic Mustang was just like I remembered it though, right down to the navy blue paintjob, the white letters on the tires, and the fastback roof. "Our little secret." I turn and look up at my dad, not having moved. He grabs my shoulder and I give him a small wink as I feel him give it a small squeeze. I stand there, looking at him for a moment and feel something that I just can't quite explain. His hand slides off my shoulder and I walk over to the passenger side, heraing the mechanical 'clunk' of the door opening as I press the button on the handle. I slide into the black leather bucket seat and pull the heavy door shut beside me with a satisfying 'thud.' My dad follows suit and turns the key on the dash before pressing in two pedals and turning it once more, the old V8 roaring to life with an almost menacing growl before it settles to a low rumble. "Seatbelts." He reminds me as he pulls the lap belt over his waist and clicks the lock together, letting it sit low on his hips. I do the same and look around the old car with a smile, still not believing he still had the thing. He presses a button on the visor and the garage door starts to open. I watch as he places his hand on the gearshifter and puts it into reverse before slowly pulling out the clutch pedal, the engine lugging ever so slightly as the car begins to move backwards. We pull out of the driveway, past his work truck, and into the street. "Want to do the honors?" He looks at me and points at the gearshifter. I smile wider than I thought possible and place my hand on the shifter, slowly pushing it up and over into first gear. The engine rumbles a little louder as he gives it some gas and pulls the clutch pedal again, the car starting to move forward. I hear another mechanical 'clunk' as he turns on the headlights, illuminating the small neighborhood street in a dim, yellow glow as we head toward the city and a night I wouldn't forget.