"Be safe," the Westerner told his wife, pulling her into his arms to hold her tightly one last time before she left. "And have fun."
"I know I will," Keishou answered, lifting her head off his chest to give him a deep, passionate kiss. They stayed motionless for several moments, lips pressed together, as if committing the sensation to memory. It was the first time Keishou had left for any length of time, and both were feeling the sense of loss already.
"I love you," he told her, finally breaking the kiss and squeezing her hand.
"I love you, too," she answered, and couldn't resist one last, quick kiss, reaching down to grope him and give him a taste of what was sure to come the night she returned. He grinned, doing the same for her before she turned and headed for their truck.
He shook his head, smiling and waving as his wife left. She was going into Tremain for the weekend, to spend some time with friends, and get in a lot of shopping. In the meantime, he was stuck with his two eighteen-year-old daughters, Nariko and Kaida. This was going to be an interesting weekend.
The two girls were still asleep, having gotten up for a sleepy goodbye before going back to bed. He went into the kitchen, fixing himself a bowl of cereal and sitting down at the kitchen table with the newspaper. He'd only finished half of the front page before Kaida flounced in, plopping herself down at the table and asking, "What's for breakfast?"
"Whatever you can find," he grunted. "Keishou's not here to make it for you, so you'll be on your own for breakfast."
"Oh." After much slamming of cupboards and rummaging in the refrigerator, Kaida finally settled on some fruit, noisily slicing up some bananas and oranges before sitting back down again. The Westerner looked at her over his newspaper to see that she'd loosely tied a thin robe around her, offering him a clear view of her breasts as she leaned over to pour herself some juice. Quickly, he turned back to his newspaper; he couldn't believe he'd even looked down his daughter's robe. He didn't catch Kaida's sly grin as she began eating.
The day passed slowly, as Nariko finally got up sometime around noon and the girls found their own diversions. Nariko had dressed far more modestly, in jeans and a t-shirt, but Kaida didn't get out of her robe all day. She also clung close to the Westerner, still doing things with her sister but leaning over close to speak to him and hugging him constantly.
He didn't concern himself with it too much, deciding she was just missing her mother, and becoming clingy as a result. He obligingly watched the two as they sparred in the front yard, as he tended to his garden. Although they had a clearing they often went to, for its privacy and its relatively flat ground that was perfect for practicing new moves and their inherent white magic, they didn't go out of the Westerner's view all day.
"Don't you feel silly in that robe, Kaida?" Nariko finally asked that night at dinner. She smiled sweetly at her sister, who glared a little back at her.
"No," Kaida answered. "It's comfortable."
"But a little revealing," the Westerner said, glancing over at her crossed legs. Her robe just barely came to her knees, and revealed her long, shapely legs.
"So? I'm with family," she replied. "Heck, if I wanted to take it off, neither of you would care, right?"
The Westerner looked at her, pondering her mental state. "Kaida, it wouldn't be right for you to be naked at the dinner table. Not in front of your father and sister."
"But you're my family. You shouldn't care. And Nariko's body is exactly the same as mine; she shouldn't care, either."
The Westerner sighed and turned back to his food, deciding to ignore his voyeuristic daughter for the moment. He had to admit, though, no matter how much he tried to push the thought out of his mind, the idea of his daughter naked was alluring.
"Kaida!" Nariko suddenly yelped, and the Westerner turned to see the very sight he'd just been imagining, revealed. His daughter had slipped off her thin silk robe and was sitting in the chair completely naked, her lithe and slightly muscular body proving how dedicated she was to swordfighting. Her petite breasts looked enticing, but the Westerner didn't let himself look below her waist.
"Kaida, put your robe on right now," the Westerner told her, shifting a little uncomfortably as he felt his traitor of a cock begin to grow.
"But why?" she pouted as she obligingly slid it on again, a teasing pout. "It's more comfortable."
"It's not right," Nariko answered for her father. The rest of the meal passed in uncomfortable silence, and when the girls went to bed, the Westerner could hear the muffled sounds of an argument through the thin walls of the small cabin. He shook his head, wondering what had gotten into Kaida lately, and why she'd felt such an urge to show off her body. He supposed it was just hormones acting up, but he thought he'd taught her a better sense of propriety than that.
When he went into bed that night, the sheets cold and the bed far too empty, he instinctively reached down to relieve some of the tension he'd been feeling ever since Keishou had copped a quick feel before she left. As his hand found his cock and he slowly began to stroke it, he closed his eyes and began to fantasize. Keishou materialized in his mind, her nude, beautiful body stretched out on the bed, barely covered by a sheet that she tantalizingly slid off, revealing her perfect, petite frame. In his mind's eye, he leaned down, slowly beginning to tease her with his tongue as he pleasured her nipples, then her clitoris, the taste and smell of her, as always, intoxicating.
He imagined sliding his meat deep inside her, taking hold of her body and letting her warmth and wetness surround him as he slid in and out of her, her breaths becoming shallower and quicker as he made love to his wife. Oh, how he wanted to do that right now... his hand was a poor substitute. In his fantasies, he pounded into Keishou until she was screaming out in ecstasy, her body writhing beneath him, gasping as his seed flowed into her.
Exhausted and sated, the Westerner finally nodded off to sleep, his mind still filled with the memory of his lovely wife's body.
The next morning, he was relieved to see that whatever silly notions had taken over his daughter the previous day were no longer there. Kaida was dressed sexily, but modestly in shorts and a tight tank top, showing off the curves and lines of her body that the Westerner was finding himself uncomfortably entranced by.
Nariko announced that she was going to the clearing to practice her magic, but Kaida elected to stay inside, complaining of a headache and aching muscles from all the practice they'd had yesterday. With a nod, and a kiss on her father's cheek, Nariko disappeared into the woods.
