Neil was roused that Saturday morning by an unexpected sound. Immediately, Neil rolled towards Amy to see if she was snoring. Amy snored sometimes, especially when her allergies were acting up. Alas, this morning, she was sleeping quietly and consequently eliminated as a suspect.
Neil rolled back over again, trying to replay the sound in his mind. Neil had been asleep at the time, so his recollection was so vague as to be almost completely useless. Luckily for him, the sound recurred and he could tell that it was coming from somewhere out in the rest of the house.
Neil got out of bed as quietly and as carefully as he could so that he did not wake Amy. As he stood, his right knee made it's customary clicking sound. Neil looked quickly to see if that had disturbed Amy, however, she seemed not to have noticed.
Neil tiptoed carefully across their bedroom and over to the doorway, deftly managing to sidestep the pile of shoes and discarded clothing that Amy had considerately left in his path the previous evening. He took hold the door handle as he passed through and skilfully pulled it closed behind him without making a sound.
As Neil entered the hallway, he heard the sound again. The acoustical properties of the upstairs hallway were such that he could not be one hundred percent certain, however, the chances were good that the sound had arisen from downstairs in the kitchen. Neil turned and headed for the stairs.
As Neil approached the kitchen, he heard the sound once again and he was now confident that he was heading in the right direction. As he entered the kitchen, Neil could see that the pantry door was open, and hear that the sound was coming from that direction. His view of the lower half of the pantry was blocked by the island bench, however, Neil was relieved when he saw the top of a blonde head.
Polly had been his daughter Carol's best friend since they were both about fifteen. Neil's late wife Sophie, Carol's mother, had died unexpectedly when Carol was not quite fourteen. Needless to say that Neil and Carol were somewhat distraught at the time and it was a big disruption to their family.
Carol's school work had begun to suffer noticeably too, and her teachers had started to raise some concerns. That's when the bright and effervescent Polly transferred to Carol's school with her older brother due to their father having to relocate due to work.
Once she met Polly, Carol's mood picked up enormously and the two became instantly inseparable. Being quite the astute student herself, Polly's influence on Carol's academic performance was remarkable and within a few months, Carol was successfully back on track.
After earning their degrees, Carol and Polly set off for a trip abroad. A few years previously, Polly's brother had done the very same thing, so they had some temporary accommodation ready and waiting for them upon arrival.
Polly and Carol lived, worked and travelled for several years abroad. As twenty-somethings in their prime, they had their whole lives ahead of them. They took advantage of this time in their lives to seek out and experience the broadest range of new things that they could. That was until the pandemic hit.
Carol and Polly had flown in only a few days ago, eager to get back home before the world shut down. They were lucky to get on the same flight and to land just a few days before international travel came with weeks of mandatory quarantine and testing upon arrival.
As Polly stood and turned to face Neil, the first thing that he noticed was that she had the most perky and firm set of breasts that he had seen in real life since he was quite a few decades younger. Her breasts were full, without the slightest hint of sagging. Her areolas were slightly raised and a deep brown colour with the daintiest nipples protruding ever so slightly.
"Um, Polly." Neil said.
"Oh hi mister Williams!" Polly responded cheerfully.
"We have a washing machine, you know, if you've run out of clean clothes already or something." Neil replied.
"O-K." Polly replied slowly with bewilderment in her voice before adding, "um, thanks mister Williams." before returning her attention to the pantry.
Polly continued to rummage around in the pantry for several more moments. Neil did not even think to ask what she was looking for. It was early, so he assumed that she was looking for something to eat for breakfast. However, was she after cereal, bread, jam, juice? Whatever the case, Neil just stood and watched her perk buttocks, not quite sure what to do next.
"Um, Polly" Neil said once more.
"Yes mister Williams?" Polly asked as she turned to face him again.
"Why are you naked?" Neil asked deciding that the direct approach may be better this time.
"Because I don't sleep in pyjamas." Polly responded as if he'd just asked the stupidest question that she'd ever heard.
As Neil scanned down her body, he noticed that her skin was the same uniformed tone as her face. Her shoulders, arms, breasts, chest, torso, legs, all tanned immaculately and uniformly, without a tan line in sight. Polly's waist was thin and her hips were shapely, but not awkwardly prominent.
As Neil scanned back up, he noticed something odd about her groin region. Instead of neat tufts of curly hair that one would traditionally expect in the aforementioned region, he encountered two perfectly smooth and hairless labia. Above her perfectly smooth hairless body continued up from her labia across her incredibly trim and toned abdomen back up to her breasts.
"Morning Dad!" Neil heard from behind him as Carol entered the kitchen.
Neil's attention was still on Polly's naked body so he just replied, "Morning." as Carol went to his side, gave him a sideways hug and then a kiss on the cheek.
"What ya lookin' for?" Carol asked as she crossed the kitchen towards Polly.
Polly turned back to the pantry and said, "Corn Flakes."
"Oh, they're usually on the bottom shelf if I remember correctly. It's been a while." Carol said as she turned and stood next to Polly.
It was then that it dawned on Neil that his daughter was also completely naked. Both Carol and Polly squatted down in front of the pantry taking turns at reaching in and pulling out boxes from the bottom shelf. Carol even got down on all fours with her arse up in the air as she continued her search muttering to herself.
Neil was simply transfixed and he knew that it was wrong to keep looking. He knew this was his daughter, but it was hard for him to look away. By what Neil could tell from his current vantage point, his daughter's labia were also completely smooth and hairless, just like Polly's. Neil just found it difficult to look away at that moment.
Luckily, and not a moment too soon, Neil managed to avert his gaze from his daughter's arse just as she turned around, stood and said, "Do we have any corn flakes in the house dad?" perfectly normally as if being naked in front of your father in the kitchen was an every day event.
Neil had seen his daughter naked many times before in her life. Changing her after she'd done a big number ones or a number twos when she was a baby. Bath time, of course. Trying to get her dressed for bed, or going out, or any number of other reasons. The common theme of these occasions was that they all occurred within the context of providing parental care to and individual who was not yet proficient at providing themselves said care.
Over the years, since the onset of puberty, Neil had recognised that his daughter and her mother shared a number of similarities when it came to their figures. He never examined her closely or ogled her body inappropriately. However, seeing the way that her clothes fit and contoured certain parts of her body was enough to give him a general overview. Standing, unashamed just a metre or so in front of him was proof that she was indeed just like her mother.
The first thing that Neil noticed was that his daughter's breasts were large. Probably slightly bigger than her mother's were at the same age in fact. Consequently, as it had done with her mother's, gravity had already started to slowly win the battle for control over Carol's breasts. In contrast to Polly, Carol's areolas were fairly large and greatly textured with crinkly bits encircling her prominent nipples that were slightly off centre.
Carol's skin was just as uniformly brown as Polly's and it was clear that she had spent a lot of time in the sun. Carol's hips and waist were very pronounced, as her mother's were. However, Carol was a good head higher than her mother, thanks Neil was sure to his genetic contribution, so she didn't appear to be as short and round as her mother did.
As Neil lowered his gaze from his daughter's navel towards her vulva, he saw that her outer lips were perfectly tanned as well as being perfectly smooth and hairless. Neil wasn't sure if this was something that Polly and Carol had decided to do together, or if it was part of a faze that her generation was going through.
