So, I have a confession to make. It happened mere months ago, a little before thanks giving and Halloween. I committed a terrible sin that society might never forgive me for and I have to share it somewhere or might I'll do something I will live to regret.
This story is set in Summer, twenty, twenty one on a beautiful first of the month having just swung in to September. The sun, at nine in the morning was already blazing but mother nature did us the courtesy of only lightly roasting us mere humans at an enjoyable twenty six degrees celsius and without sign nor trace of clouds as far as the eye could see. Not even a wisp.
That is what I saw as I checked my phone and the windows on my way down to the shower room. Yes, literal windows, not the computer operating system. Those panes of glass normally connected to the wall of your home that allow you purview into the outside world. But in this case, that isn't where my story begins. No, this little sin begins its spiral a mere ten seconds from when I turn on the running water for the shower. Allow me to elaborate...
I begin feeling the heat of the shower waft my direction and I strip naked. As bare as the day I was born. The contrast of warm on my front and the slight chill on my back elates me while I draw closer. As I step under, I hear the door to the shower room creek open in its rather unsubtle way.
My now piqued curiosity stops me from fully closing the shower cubicles rounded, sliding glass door and peek my head out to see if air pressure just tried to ruin my privacy. Alas, it is my oldest daughter waltzing in, buck naked...
Perhaps a little backgrounding is in order before I continue any further.
I'm thirty three years old, widowed and father to four children, all of them girls. Beth is the oldest at twenty. My wife died nearly eight years ago. She was my childhood sweetheart. Cassandra died mere months after my youngest was born. We were fanatically loyal to each other and knew the second we met that we were bonded for life. Death parted us in a rather brutal highway collision with a semi. The truck lost break control and was powerless to slow down at a red light on a downward incline. Dead on impact.
It hit me and my girls hard. I'd lost my soulmate, they their mother but after some time we pulled ourselves together and we got through it as a family. Feels like a different life time now. Beth, being the oldest took it the hardest but even she settled into a life without her mother. At least about as well as Beth could. She comes with a few... personality issues. Always has. Just how she was... shall we say delivered. Her sisters have developed a healthy if not unnatural fear of their oldest sister when she's not in the best of moods. She's not violent anymore at least.
Physique wise, at twenty years old she has the meaty side of a big figure with the only real visible fat giving her a slightly poked out stomach and just barely grabbable love handles. She has what some millennial's refer to as a masculine disposition, minus the eloquence. Personally though I would say she has a somewhat feminine figure, mostly because of her mediocre C-cup breasts that tend to droop down and wonder off to the far corners of the globe, a big, luscious ass and rather refined but meaty legs. The kind she could show off and turn some heads her way if she ever went on the pull if I do say so myself. We attribute her physique to her great grandmother, on my wife's side of the family tree. She has her mothers deep blue eye's and my striking auburn hair so there was never a question of paternity, in case you're wondering.
In contrast I'm quite lean myself and while I likely wouldn't win any weight lifting contests I am quite strong. Probably because I work construction and I love me a good gym work out on my off time, when I'm not seeing to my girls needs or maintaining my family home. I'm also just a shade shorter than Beth at five foot six point five inches tall. We're close enough in height though that you really can't tell unless me and Beth are nose to nose.
Now back to the unfolding story
For a split second I find myself dumb struck. Then I ask in a stern voice, demanding an answer, "the heck are you doing in here. I'm showering, get out."
"Excuse me?" She says with an exaggerated and condescending tone.
Slightly irritable, my tone deepens, "Yes, you're excused, piss off" I exhale bluntly.
I'm not really the state trooper type when it comes to language but when I'm mildly annoyed and the other person clearly isn't taking the hint, this is my second go to.
"Excuse
you?
" She continues without pause, "I'll have you know that I've been using this shower at this time for weeks."
As I become more frustrated, I calm my tone to try and de-escalate, "I'm happy you are getting into a good habit, you can continue that habit downstairs for today, in the
other
shower while I use this one"