Sandra's dad was home and drinking a beer in the kitchen when she walked in. He nearly choked on the beer before spewing it into the wall next to him upon seeing her practically naked. "Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?"
The man was in his early forties. He stood at five foot nine inches and weighed two hundred pounds. He has brown hair with gray hairs starting show. His neatly trimmed mustache is also brown with gray streaks. He's got laugh lines around his deep brown eyes. His hands are the only things that look old on him. Being an auto mechanic your whole life will do that. He secretly wishes his daughter does not follow him into the job for her whole life. At this moment he is wearing a pair of combat style boots, a pair of dark jeans, a white t-shirt and over it all was a jumpsuit. The jumpsuit was hanging from the waist and covered in stains from his work.
"Dad, knock it off. I was helping the new neighbors move in. Their house is almost set. They invited me over to go swimming," she replied in a singsong voice. She leaned against the counter and unconsciously thrust her chest out. She was still riding the high, from when Jill had put suntan lotion on her and practically stripping her, even though it was very slight by now.
"Sandra, what's come over you? You have more skin showing than not. You seem drunk. Where are your clothes?" concern lacing his voice. He had noted the moving truck in front of the neighbor's house and the three young women unloading it. He just did not know that one of the young women he had ogled for a few minutes when he got home was his own daughter until she had walked in dressed in just a white sports bra slightly stained with sweat, black jogging shorts that were just longer than hot pants, and ankle socks and tennis shoes on her feet.
"I'm OK dad. Jill helped me with suntan lotion. She wanted me to help, but didn't want me to be injured or anything. It got hot today and if I had stayed in my own clothes I could have gotten heat stroke or something. All I've had to drink today was water. I forgot to get my clothes out of Jill's bedroom before they left to return the truck." She danced over and hugged him. She then grabbed a soda from the fridge and flopped on the couch in the living room. His eyes were as big as dish plates at how his daughter was acting.
Sandra was a tomboy. She wore steel-toed boots, jeans and plain t-shirts. He did not know what her underwear was anymore, she did the laundry and the shopping. She was generally so reserved and quiet, unless it was yelling at the TV or at the game for any sport.
He shuffled into the living room after her and sat in his chair still in his dirty clothes from work. "I'll clean the wall and this chair," he said before she could even attempt the rip his head off for sitting in the living room in his work clothes. "Did I hear right? You were invited to go swimming? What are you going to wear? As far as I know you don't have a suit."
"That's right. They said they'd be gone for about an hour. I'll wash these shorts and use them to swim in. I'll also grab one of my older and looser bras. But that all depends on what you have planned for the evening," she said sitting up and looking at him anxiously. She really wanted to go; he could see that. She felt like a real person talking to Jac and Jill, the twins that moved in next door. She felt like they were becoming friends, something she's never had.
The phone rang at that moment. Her dad grabbed the handset off the cradle next to him. "Hello. ... Yeah, I know the car. ... You what? ... OK. OK. I'll be down there in a few minutes." He hung up. "That bitch is trying to kill me. I keep telling her to watch the fluids, but apparently she can't. She's either going to destroy a nice old car or she's going to kill me for all the extra work that has to be done. She always asks for me to do it too," he grumbled, getting up and heading for the garage door. Sandra knew that the 'bitch' in question was none other that Bobbie Sharp. The woman her dad actually liked enough to allow her to manipulate him this way. He liked to work on that car, too, and Bobbie knew it. For all Sandra knew this was a ploy to hide them hooking up. "I guess I'll be at the garage until the car is fixed again. From what Ernie was saying it could be nine or ten before I will be home again. Have fun at the neighbors," he called walking out the door to the garage. After the outside garage door closed she started moving.
She grabbed the phone and kissed it then stood and dropped the shorts to the floor. She kicked them away toward the garage door and sat back down to remove the shoes and socks. She tossed the shoes toward the front door and the socks at the shorts. She stood again and just before she picked up the shorts and socks she took off the bra. She then took everything to the garage and threw the items into the washing machine.
She was reveling in the feel of being nude in the daytime and not in her room. She normally only sleeps in the nude. She is five foot six and one hundred fifteen pounds. She has been shaving her crotch since she started shaving her legs. It was just an extension of shaving her legs. There were red pressure lines running around her body where the bra had been because it was actually a cup size too small. She's a B-cup it was an A-cup.
She wandered the house, just to tell herself later that she had been nude in every room in the house, then went back to the living room and the TV program she had started watching when her dad left. She got engrossed in the program to the point she did not even think of her nudity. She stayed undressed when she took the clothes out of the washer and outside to hang on the line to dry under the sun. The back of the house got the afternoon sun.
While out there she walked over to the fence between the twins' house and hers. She looked over the fence at the pool just because she could. The pool was a kidney shape with the larger, deeper end on the far side of the pool from the house. She was surprised to see both Jac and Jill lying next to the pool near the house. Even more surprising was that they were both naked. After getting over her surprise she got confused.
"Why are they back and didn't come get me?" she asked herself. "Why are they both naked? What are these two up to?" She stopped talking to herself when she heard them talking. Their voices were light and she had to strain to hear.
"What did you think of Sandra?" asked Jill. She was lying on her front and propped up on her elbows. She had released her hair and it was wet now. When Jill was carrying boxes and stuff in her hair had been in a ponytail.
"She was cute in a garage workers way when we met but when you two came out of your room she was hot. I couldn't believe how beautiful her pale skin was next to your tan skin. I think she was close to cumming then. What exactly did you two do in there?" Jac was also on her front. Sandra was torn between admiring the two beautiful soft feminine asses and then she remembered that these women were identical twins, but that didn't stop her eyes from bouncing between the twins' asses..
"I'm not telling. That is just between us girls. If you ask real nice maybe she'll tell you. One thing I'll tell you though is that I was very close to eating her while we were in there. She had a sweet, untouched scent to her." Jill had turned onto her side to face Jac. Her backside was to Sandra. She had her right hand holding her head up and her left arm was draped along her body. Her left hand was idly rubbing her hip.
"Really? Why didn't you do anything about it?" asked the sister on her front. Sandra agreed with the question, shocking herself. Then she remembered that she was about to strip in front of Jill when Jac had knocked on the door.
Sandra's hands had started to roam over her naked flesh. She was starting to feel the same way she had felt when she when Jill was putting lotion on her. She could feel the heat between her legs and liquid start to flow.
