Bubbles
My 18-year-old daughter, Katie, sat beside me on the sofa. She was reading a fashion magazine. My wife, Sally, occupied the armchair and was reading a newspaper. Her eyebrows were raised and she was clearing her throat so I could tell we were about to get a lecture about something. Neither Katie nor I were interested in her mother's lectures, but Sally never seemed to notice.
"It says here that the world won't actually run out of fossil fuels," she began.
"Really?" I asked, being polite even though these sorts of things bored me terribly.
"Indeed. Do you know what we really risk running out of?"
"No," I said.
"Water!" exclaimed my wife.
"Water?" enquired Katie. "But the world is covered in oceans!"
Sally looked annoyed.
"That's salt water dear, I am talking about fresh water. We're about to run out."
Katie and I looked at each other and tried not to laugh.
"I think those news stories are designed to frighten people," I remarked.
"Don't be preposterous!" snapped my wife. "It's science!"
I wasn't going to argue. I had learnt better over the years. Once my wife had an idea in her head she wouldn't change her mind. She was always worrying about something. Non-stick pans, cyanide in potatoes, killer bees. Unfortunately, our daughter Katie wasn't very good at holding her tongue. She was just as stubborn as her mother when it came to getting her own way and she didn't like being told what to do.
"I agree with Dad," she said, foolishly. "It sounds like a scare story."
Her mother was outraged.
"Says the girl reading a fashion magazine with hardly any clothes on!"
Katie couldn't really argue with that. She was wearing nothing but white almost see-through panties and a tiny white crop-top that showed off her immaculate teen breasts and stomach. Her mother must have been jealous of her gorgeous figure to mention it though because our daughter was always lounging around the house half-naked so it was an odd thing to bring up out of the blue like that.
I wisely avoided getting involved.
"Oh my god, Mom, are you slut-shaming me?"
Sally was taken aback.
"Of course not. I just wish you would apply your mind to things. Life is about more than looking pretty. Looks fade but a good mind lasts forever."
"So you're saying I'm just a stupid slut?"
Katie was playing it up. I could tell that she wasn't really offended. She was just taunting her poor mother, looking for ways she might twist her mother's words and use them against her.
"I'm not saying that!" my wife protested indignantly.
"What are you saying then?" asked Katie, firmly in control.
"I just think we could do more to save water. Is that too much to ask?"
Katie fell silent. Her mother was back on firmer ground.
"Okay! Jeez Mom! I'll save more water then," said Katie returning to her magazine.
Sally seemed satisfied that she had triumphed in their little battle of wits and returned to her newspaper. I glanced at my daughter and she just raised her eyebrows as if to say, "what the fuck was that about?". I winked at her and she smiled. We were on the same side.
*
That Sunday things got pretty interesting when Katie walked in on me while I was taking a bath.
"Hey Dad, mind if I join you?"
She was wearing a tiny little cotton skirt and a tight-fitting t-shirt that made her breasts looks fantastic and I felt a flutter in my stomach just looking at my gorgeous daughter.
"What do you mean, join me?" I asked.
"I thought we could take a bath together..."
Before I could answer she was already undressing and before I could object she was completely naked. By then it was too late. I was mesmerized by my daughter's naked body. She battered her eyelashes and tied her hair into a bun. My eyes worked their way down from her face to her bare teen breasts, across her flat stomach to her womanly hips and her neatly trimmed bush.
"I'll take that as a yes," Katie smirked as she climbed into the bath.
We were facing each other and she was looking me directly in the eyes but I still hadn't said anything. I knew what was happening was inappropriate but my male body was responding instinctively to the sight of a naked girl and I couldn't helping growing erect for her.
"Mmmmmmmmm...the temperature is lovely," she sighed as she pulled her knees up so that they covered her breasts, although in this position her legs and pussy lips were slightly parted. My daughter looked down into the water, watching as my penis grew to its full size.
"Katie...I..."
"Shhhh..." she hushed me, "Let's add some bubbles."
Katie grabbed the bubble bath, turned on the hot tap and poured plenty of the creamy liquid into the water. She kept the tap running until a thick layer of foam filled the top of the bath, covering our naked shoulders and reaching up to our chins.
The water was getting hotter. Steam fogged the bathroom mirrors.
"Do you like bathing with me, daddy?"
"Of course I do," I muttered, flustered, "but I'm not sure it's such a good idea."
We couldn't see one another's naked bodies any longer, because of all the bubbles, but it didn't change the fact that I was lying naked in the bath with my extremely attractive daughter.
"Is that because I made your dick hard, daddy?" Katie purred as she reached out and gently grabbed hold on my cock. "Wow, daddy, you're so big for me!"
I was in such a state of sexual arousal that I could find no words with which to respond. Katie must have planned some form of revenge on her mother for the argument they had the other night and I realized this was it as she started stroking me slowly under the water.
"You like that, don't you daddy?"
"Yes."
"You want me to keep going, don't you?"
"Yes please."
"Good daddy."
Katie stroked my dick so slowly she barely disturbed the surface of the water and she looked me in the eyes with a sexual intensity like a burning sun. She wanted to make her father come. She wanted that power over me and by extension over her own mother and I wasn't going to stop her.
Katie was on her knees by then, her foam-covered titties visible above the water. She worked my dick methodically for several minutes, all the way up and all the way down. She kept telling me how much she loved stroking me off and how much she wished mommy wasn't around so we could bathe together all the time.
Her perverted dirty talk sent me over the edge.
"I'm cumming baby!"
"Yes, daddy, cum for me!"
My daughter increased her tempo and I ejaculated into the hot water. She kept stroking me until my penis stopped throbbing and there was nothing left for my balls to give. I wasn't sure what to say but it seemed like she wanted our fun to continue a little longer because she turned around in the water and leaned back until her head was resting on my chest. My penis, which was still inexplicably hard, pressed up against the base of her spine.
