After what had happened in the car, my daughter Kira and I were a little bit sheepish about what to do next and my wife took the lead. We pulled our pants up on my wife's instructions and helped her carry all the luggage and fishing gear into the waiting cabin. The accommodation was certainly modest but my wife Sandy, who could put a positive spin on anything affordable, simply exclaimed that it had 'rustic charm'.
What she had failed to mention is that there was only one bed.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" asked Kira in disbelief.
"There was no way I was going to pay double so you could have a whole cabin to yourself young lady, you'll be sleeping with us, there is plenty of room for three people in one bed," explained her mother.
Kira remained skeptical.
"There isn't even a TV," noted my daughter.
"We're here to enjoy nature," was Sandy's retort. "Why don't you two go take a shower to freshen up."
"I'll go first!" said Kira, but her mother just shook her head.
"Not a chance, you and your father can shower together. I am not paying extra on the water bill."
"But mom!"
"I'm sorry, individual showers are out of the question. We are on a tight budget."
Kira was forced to accept her mother's decision and she followed me into the bathroom where we began undressing for our joint shower. This was the first time I had seen my eighteen-year-old daughter naked and I enjoyed it very much. Her young but well-developed breasts were every bit as enticing as her firm yet rounded ass and after what had just transpired between us in the car she did not even bother to chastise me as I stared at her naked body.
I stepped into the shower and got the water running. As soon as the water got up to temperature, my wife shouted through the door, "I'm timing you two," reminding us to save water. Kira got the message and climbed in beside me. The shower was relatively small and so we agreed that it would be easier to just wash each other than try wash ourselves at the same time.
I took the opportunity to massage my daughter's soapy breasts while she washed my sticky penis and then I attended to her pussy while she cleaned my chest and arms. We took turns washing each other's backs but while I was washing Kira's back my dick was pressed up against her ass and I grew hard again.
"What the fuck dad, you just came."
"I can't help it honey; you are just too gorgeous," I explained as the water cascaded over her virile teen body,
"Okay. But you can't go outside like that or mom will think you are actually horny for me and that what happened in the car wasn't just from the bumpy road."
"So what are you suggesting?" I curiously enquired.
In answer, my perverted young daughter dropped to her knees and immediately took my hard penis in her mouth. Her mouth was even warmer than the shower water and I instantly felt a pleasant tingling sensation in my balls. But she only sucked on my cockhead for a minute before my wife started shouting at us for wasting water, so my daughter stood up and bent forward as far as she could within the confides of the narrow shower, inviting me to cum for the second time that morning in her sweet young pussy.
Although we had just had the most intense orgasms in the car just twenty minutes earlier, we were still aroused by what had happened and being able to move my hips helped us reach a climax much more quickly this time around. The sensation of having her father actively thrust into her was a new one for Kira and likewise from my perspective, it certainly added to the pleasure of our debauchery.
By the time my wife had begun shouting about the water bill for the third time, Kira was moaning with desperate pleasure and begging her father to come for her. Her pussy was still coated with my cum from earlier which made it feel like I was getting sloppy seconds and combined with the pressure from my wife knocking on the door, it wasn't long before another load of my immoral seed was drippling from my daughter's hot snatch and running down her toned young thighs into the drain.
Wasting no time, Kira quickly washed the semen away, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. We towel dried ourselves and got dressed, me into my fishing gear, and my daughter into an old hand me down bikini from her mother. We hung our towels out to dry on the porch balcony and Sandy just smiled at us as she continued to pack our clothes into the single wooden cupboard.
"Don't you two feel better?"
"Yes, mom."
"Yes, dear."
I was looking around for my fishing gear and having collected everything I needed I noticed my radio was missing. I asked my wife about it and she said she had left it at home.
"Why would you take it out my luggage? I packed it specifically."
My wife frowned.