"What's going with Julie these days?"
"Going on? What are you talking about Matt?"
"Our daughter, Julie? Ring a bell, Doreen?" I replied back sarcastically.
"You know Matt, some days you can be a real ass. I know who you're talking about. I just don't know what you're talking about."
I gave the response some time to sink in. Doreen was right. I couldn't pin point why but, something was bothering me and it came out badly, at times. I lit a cigarette and sat back in the kitchen chair, blowing out a ring before going on.
"You're right - sorry. I'm worried is all. I mean the way she's dressing lately, the make-up and the small, tight, clothes. I hate to say it but, she's dressing and acting like a little bimbo, Doreen. What's going on?"
"God Matt, if I didn't know better I'd say you were jealous! Old age getting to you dear?" Doreen quipped, as she turned to look at me and went on,
"She's growing up Matt, or haven't you noticed?"
"Noticed – who hasn't! I mean, Christ Doreen, she runs around with her ass and tits hanging out everywhere she goes!"
"Matt Benson, shame on you! Do you hear yourself? It's just a phase Matt...she'll grow out of it. Haven't you noticed her friends? My God, they all dress alike and call it being a rebel!"
I grumbled under my breath, taking an arm over arm crossed position on my chest. Doreen gave me a weak smile and turned back around to finish what she was doing. I was going to respond but, Doreen beat me to the punch.
"I don't want you saying anything to her either Matt. Just let this thing go and you'll see - it'll be fine. You start harping on her and she really will rebel. Find something to do while you have this time off, start a project or something. I'm sorry I have to work but, I can't afford to take time off after just starting...okay honey?"
"Yeah, yeah sure, I guess you're right - again."
I didn't really believe what I said and, I suppose, I somehow transmitted the feeling to Doreen. She turned, giving me final "warning" type of look and shook her head. I shrugged and made a mental note to talk with her later about how she always seemed to know those kinds of things. I finished my cigarette and ambled out to the back yard, taking Doreen's advice, looking for some yard project to start.
An hour, or so, later Doreen hollered out the patio door she was leaving for work.
"Alright babe, see you tonight, have a good day okay?" I yelled back and waved to her.
By eleven the sun was blazing and I stopped the gardening. Sweat poured out me in buckets and I was thirsty. A cold beer sounded like just the ticket. 'A little early' I thought but, grinned knowing it was "Five O' Clock" somewhere, as the song went.
Moments later I was reclining in the lounge chair, tipping a cold one and thinking about the conversation with Doreen. The garden was starting to look good, which made me happy. This thing with Julie didn't. It was still nagging on me, as I finished the beer and closed my eyes. 'A little nap is all I need' I mumbled and drifted off.
Daddy...DADDY! Wake up. Becky and I want to go to the gym. Can I use the car?"
Julie's voice came from far away and then suddenly I popped open my eyes, regretting it. They immediately watered and I quickly raised my arm, shielding my eyes from the bright day.
"Humph...huh? What, what Julie?" I muttered, trying to fully wake.
"The gym daddy...Becky and I. Can I use the car?" Her voice, and question, started sounding clearer to me.
My daughter's diminutive frame towered over me. When my eyes finally accepted the bright sunlit afternoon, I was focused in on her crotch. Julie was athletically built. Her strong muscular legs protruded from the tight workout short, like twin pillars of bronze. What bothered me the most were the twin mounds, plainly visible, and high lighted by the shorts extremely tight fit. The seam of her shorts split her pussy in half and appeared almost painted on.
I swallowed hard and started to sit up, ready to stop a public appearance in the shorts when she asked,
"Daddy my butt isn't too big is it?" as she whirled and bent over in front of my face.
Quickly I dropped back down, mouth gaping, looking at my daughter's tight little ass. I was speechless, staring at her muscular rear end and the way her inner thighs framed her tightly wrapped pussy.
"Jesus Julie! No – no you don't have a big butt! Who said that?" I finally managed to croak out, as she persistently wiggled her bottom for inspection.
"Margo. She a pain. She told me I had a big butt and laughed at me." Julie commented, as she straightened up and turned back around to go on.
"Good! I knew you wouldn't lie to me and I don't want to get like mom!" Julie added in, as I started to sit up.
"What? Hey now wait a min..."
"The keys daddy? Where are they?" Julie quickly asked, not letting me finish the protest.
"Keys? Oh yeah, there on the kitchen counter. Julie are you going to the gym dressed like that?"
"Of course silly. It is a WORKOUT outfit isn't it?"
I couldn't answer. I felt a swelling where I shouldn't and sat, fully, upright to hide the fact. My head was now eye level with my daughter's perky tits. Tits that were covered by a thin material I didn't recognize. Her up-turned nipples stood out proudly against the material, erect for whatever reason, and I closed my eyes, trying to clear the vision away.
"Julie I really think..."
"Bye daddy and thanks, be back in a couple of hours!"
In one five minute conversation my daughter had shaken me to the core, giving me an erection to boot. 'Jesus what was that?' I thought, trying to will the erection away. I reached for my cigarette package with shaking fingers, wondering if I should bring this up to Doreen and quickly dismissed the idea. I'd find some other way to die quickly.
'Jesus I hope there's another beer in the fridge.' The thought flashed through my head, as I lit a cigarette. I walked off slowly towards the house, shaking my head. Julie and friend Becky were standing at the front door, preparing to leave when I walked into the kitchen and saw them.
"Thanks again dad!" Julie called out and waved to me.
Her friend Becky tarried a bit, before closing the door. Dressed like Julie, at least in the skin tightness of her clothing, Becky turned and gave me a coy little smile and expressed her thanks too. She added a kiss, blown from her finger tips, and a wink before sauntering out the door.
The vision lasted for several minutes. A bright orange thong strap ran up through the crack of her ass and Becky's bosom was barely contained in the top half of her suit. Slowly, I eased into a kitchen chair, still staring at the front door. After a time I couldn't decide if I was staring, hoping they would walk back in; or staring because I was in shock.
I finally cleared my head, taking in a long shuddering breathe, and sipped on the beer I'd opened. I had to do something. Doreen's admonishment ran through my mind but, she didn't understand. There was no way she could, I decided. For the next hour I strained to come up with an idea. I gave up when all I managed to do was develop a headache. My half full beer was warm and I was disgusted, not only with myself but, I wasn't all that happy with Julie and Becky for that matter. They were living on the edge.
Tossing the beer, I returned to the backyard to finish what I'd started - nothing like a little work to clear the mind. I had an at least an hour to go before the girls would return and knew from experience that being on time wasn't a real concern for Julie. Nearly two hours later, I eased into the warm, bath tub, water and closed the doors. The only light in the room was from the skylight and I welcomed the quiet solitude. Thoughts of a new project came to me just as Julie and Becky burst into the room, snapping on the light.
"God that Allen is so full of himself! Did you see him leering at me?" Julie remarked, as the bathroom door slammed against the wall and I jumped.
"Well yeah! Did you see Mark helping me on the weight bench? He was getting a boner looking down my top!" Becky replied, trying top Julie and then giggled. The door clicked shut shortly after.
"Beck! God you're such a little slut!"
I couldn't believe my ears and fought the urge to call out. My heart rate slowed, as I sat there, barely breathing. I wondered what else they would reveal.
"Says you! And just what were you doing on the stretch machine? Seems like you were enjoying Adam's close attention then – right Julie? I saw you so don't deny it girlfriend. You're just as big a slut as I am!"
"Fuck off Beck."
With a sudden whoosh, the toilet flushed and as the sound died down I heard a second rush of piss hitting the bowl water. I breathed in, making it long and slow and started to feel very guilty for listening. Expelling the breath, I heard the last "tinkles" hit the water and another flush followed.
"Fine, I will but, you tell me what that little act outside was before we left? I mean, just how close did you need to be to ask your dad for keys? And that little ass display? What was that Julie?" I heard Becky remark in a sneering tone, followed by a snapping sound.
I cringed when Julie replied back, berating Becky for accusing her of cock teasing. 'My God these two are off the charts!' I thought desperately trying to control my breathing. Julie's anger seemed obvious, as she went on, and I jumped for the second time when I heard a loud slap on the counter.
"You're fucking nuts Becky! I am NOT cock teasing my dad, you bitch! And just what was that little act by you? Blowing him a kiss! Jesus could you be any more obvious?"
