That day I got home early, thinking that I finally would get something I had desired for a long time, a quiet shower, without a queue of impatient and complaining family members. My wife was still at work, our kids were out doing their chosen activities. I listened intensely as soon as I got inside the front door. Nothing. Good. Whistling I hurried to the washing room. We have a bathtub on the second floor, but it is mostly used as a kind of open storage. In the washroom on the ground floor there is a shower cabin, which I was going to use. First of all I turned on the water. I takes a while before it gets really hot. Then I undressed, still with a merry song on my lips, and gathered my suite in a tidy pile. Felt the water. Warm. I stepped inside the cabin, turned my face against the streaming water and closed my eyes. For several minutes I was standing like that, not bothering about soap or shampoo, just relaxing, enjoying the moisture and the steam making my whole body feel better. Wonderful.
Then I heard something. Like a rubber ball bouncing over a floor. Or...
"Hi, dad."
I opened my eyes and there was my daughter, Jill. She was wearing a sport bra, blue shorts and running shoes. It suited her athletic body. Her blonde hair was gathered in a ponytail. For some reason I had not drawn the shower curtain.
"Hi, Jill", I greeted, with a sense of weary despair.
"Are you taking a shower?"
"Well, it looks like it, doesn't it?"
"Will you soon be finished?"
"Not if I have something to say about it."
"Allright."
She started to get off her clothes. In this family we do not shun nakedness. Last of all she removed her hair ribbon. He made a throw with her head that made the golden locks fly around her face. Jill is sexy, I am the first one to admit that, but I was annoyed.
"Come on, dad. Make space."
"Jill..."
"Don't be silly. We save water when we shower together. It is good for the environment."
The shower cabin can hold two persons, barely. Her nipples was almost touching my chest. And of course she took the best place beneath the streaming water. She leaned her head backwards and the moisture made her hair cling to her skin. As I said, Jill is sexy, but when she puts on a show it usually means that she wants something. I was becoming both horny and suspicious.
"Mm...It feels good, doesn't it?"
"I suppose so."
"Don't be sour, dad...It does feel good...And makes me think...on other good things..."
"Like?"
"A trip."
"What trip?"
"A trip with my classmates. They are planning to..."
"I heard about this trip. You are not going."
"But, dad!"
"I have been on such trips myself."
"So, why can't I go?"
"Because I don't want you to return with an unwanted pregnancy."
"Oh, I can take care of myself."
"You say that, but...You and your brother are adults now. It is time for you to show a sense of responsibility."
"How can I be responsible if you do not give me a chance to show that I am responsible?"
"No more discussion. This is final."
"And nothing I can say will change your mind?"
"Nothing."
