Chapter 2 - Brittany Settles In and Makes Some Friends
Brittany's first day at my house took me by surprise, to say the least. All of a sudden I found myself caught between the guilt of looking at my daughter as a woman instead of my child, and the thrill of having her womanhood flaunted right in front of me. Since Brit was quite clear about her intentions of how she would be dressing, it was going to be up to my "guilt" to keep my "thrill" in check.
"My alone time is going to be at a premium", I thought Monday morning as I was taking my shower. "And I have to limit my fantasies to be about women who aren't sleeping across the hall", I continued to think while trying to make a deal with myself. Of course once the thought of Brittany sleeping across the hall crossed my mind, my body refused to keep up its end of the bargain, and my shower ended up taking about 10 minutes longer than I had planned.
During the next five days, while I was working, Brittany kept busy just as she promised. She spent her time cleaning, cooking, doing laundry; basically whatever needed to be done. I gave her money to go grocery shopping, and she used the opportunity to do some exploring and to get to know the community. I hated to admit it, but she was right. Even though it hadn't even been a week, I was starting to enjoy being spoiled like this.
Also, as she made me well aware of on her first night here, her attire around the house continued to leave little to the imagination. Tube tops, tank tops, t-shirts, and half shirts were all worn with either short shorts, mini skirts, or just a skimpy pair of panties. Our evening conversations were never dull, and I was careful not to show even the slightest reaction when a careless movement on her part would provide me with a brief, but welcome view of her flawless form. As Brittany settled in, her comfort level began to grow, and her sense of freedom and openness with her body seemed to grow along with it. I found out just how free she felt, late on our first Friday night.
Brittany made a great dinner, and because it was the start of the weekend, we both emptied a few beers while we ate. She sat across the table from me wearing a conservative black and red bikini top that she must have "forgot" that she had packed, and a pair of frilly white booty shorts that left the bottom half of her cheeks seductively exposed. The afternoon sun shined directly through the windows along the back of the house, and the lack of a cooling breeze made her tan skin glow from her perspiration.
We talked non-stop, and the time flew as we casually ate. Eventually there was a momentary break in our conversation, and we were surprised at how neither of us noticed that the fading light of the setting sun had been replaced by the ominous glow of the rising moon. The dark of the night brought no break from the heat of the day, and it gave Brittany no reason to add to her mismatched outfit while we worked together to clean up from dinner. After we had finished, she was obviously restless and uncomfortable as she began to pace around the kitchen and living room.
"Daaad", she whined, "why is it so freakin' hot?" Her tone reminded me of her mother. "Does everyone in San Diego just sit around and sweat all summer?"
"Well, I don't know about everyone, but I've been known to take the occasional cold shower to help break the heat."
"A cold shower, huh? Yah, I bet you've taken a lot of those the last few years!" Her sharp teasing was a reflection of the beers she had drank during dinner. "I think I'd rather drop an ice cube down my shorts!"
"Fine! And I'll be the first to put it there! But first you'd have to actually wear a pair!"
"Good one, Dad. But it's comfort first, remember? So what about your pool? Don't you ever go swimming?"
I sat in silence for a moment trying to come up with a reasonable answer. "Actually, it's kinda funny. It sits out there year-after-year and I keep paying to maintain it, but I never think about getting in."
"Well, I'm thinking about it right now! And I wanna go for a swim!" She stomped her foot down in a pretend tantrum, and it made her tits jiggle under her bikini top.
"I'll tell 'ya what, Brit. You're pretty much wearing a suit already, so if you'll wait for me, I'll go upstairs and change into mine, and be right back down to join you."
"Really, you'll swim with me?" The beer was still exaggerating her emotions when she threw her arms around my neck, "Yay! Now hurry up or I won't wait!"
I turned on the back patio light, and it reflected off the top of the calm pool water. I couldn't remember the last time I was in the water, or even my swim suit. Regardless, it seemed like a simple request from my daughter, so I went upstairs to get ready for a dip.
I returned to the living room wearing my once loose fitting pair of surf trunks, and then slid the patio door open to look for Brittany. I heard her bathroom door open, and I looked over just when she rounded the corner from the hall. I watched her as she made her way slowly toward me and the pool, and for a moment I forget to feel guilty as I let my eyes roam freely over her body. She had removed the two items of clothing she was wearing during dinner, and was now totally nude as she moved across the room.
For the second time in less than a week, I found myself looking at my daughter's naked body. The only difference was that this time, my clothing couldn't do a thing to hide any unwanted reaction. Despite the minimal amount of clothes she wore each evening, I noticed for the first time that her tan had actually gotten darker, and that there was still a curious absence of bikini lines. And apparently, the razor I gave her this past weekend had gone unused, because she now had a triangle shaped patch of light brown hair growing in right where she had so carefully shaved last Sunday.
She smiled as she pushed past me and said, "Last one in is a rotten egg!"
Knowing that my neighbors would immediately investigate the sound of splashing water coming from my yard, I turned off the patio light before joining her at the edge of the pool. She looked me over, and spoke up with alcohol fueled bravery.
"Are you kidding me with those swim trunks? Maybe you should have come with me to the mall! There is no way you are getting in this pool wearing those things, and there's no way that you aren't getting in this pool! I think you should "man up", Daddy, and join me for a quick skinny dip!"
"I don't know, Brit. I guess your old dad is just a little bit shy." I lied, trying to find a way to hide my eventual arousal. She took my explanation at face value, however, and continued to chip away at me.
"Look, Daddy. If you were trying to "perv-out" on me it would be totally different. You know at Mom's house, walking around naked was unavoidable, and no one even gave it a second thought. So strip down old man, and come on in!" Then, with a splash and a shriek, Brittany was submerged in the pool.
While her head was still under the water, I quickly slid off my shorts and jumped in after her. I couldn't believe I was now swimming naked with my daughter, and after the first few awkward moments I began to get much more comfortable. We splashed around in the dark water for just a short while, and I was relieved that the cold pool caused my manhood to shrink, denying its true desire to stand at attention. Then, after just 10 minutes of enduring our frigid bath, Brittany let me know that she had had enough.
"Dad, this water is frickin' freezing! I'm getting out!"
