“Homework?” I asked, squinting through the shampoo in my eyes.
“I can have it done by lunchtime. Why don't you go to the store while I do my homework? I'll make burgers on the grill for lunch when you come home. If I can drive to the mall, I'll wash your car when I get back.”
“Deal,” I said.
We both behaved in the shower. Of course, our bodies touched, but neither of us really responded. We dried ourselves off, and went to our own rooms to get dressed.
Jamie started her homework as she ate breakfast, and I worked on my store list. It was my turn to do the dishes, and when I was finished, I went back to the table with the Sunday paper. “What are you working on?” I asked.
“Filler stuff. The stupid crap they give you after your senior project is done. It's easy, but there's a lot of it. I'll be finished by lunch.”
I read the paper for a while, finished my list, and headed to the store. When I got back, Jamie helped me put the groceries away, and then made lunch. It was a nice day, so we ate outside.
When Jamie left for the mall, she wore a tank top, jeans, and sneakers, and had her blond curls pulled into a ponytail that poked through the back of a baseball cap. She always dressed that way on weekends, but she looked so different to me now.
I was full from lunch, so I puttered around the yard for a while before getting out the mower. It actually started on the third pull and kept running, so I was done with our yard in decent time. I was glad, since it was unseasonably warm. Summer was almost here.
I was just getting dressed after my shower when I heard the girls come in. They were in the kitchen, chattering over their purchases. “You're going to have to shave some to wear your new bikini, you know,” I heard Kiersten say.
“I keep it trimmed so nothing pokes out beyond my panties, but you're right, these new bikini bottoms don't cover a whole lot, and yours is skimpier than mine,” my daughter said.
“I've been shaving everything down there for about a year,” Kiersten said. “You know what they say, 'A man doesn't like burrowing through the jungle to get to the swamp.'”
“Oh, do you have a secret to tell me?” Jamie giggled.
“I wish,” Kiersten laughed. “No, but my sister says her boyfriend won't touch her if she even has stubble. He says it's ugly.”
“Dad never said anything to me about that,” my daughter said.
“Yeah, Mom never talked to me about it either.... Wait, are you saying your dad has seen you, you know, without your panties?” Kiersten gasped.
“Well, yeah, sure. We only have one bathroom. Sometimes, when you gotta go, you gotta go,” Jamie said.
“So wait, you're saying you've actually gone into the bathroom and peed while your dad's in there?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, what does he do?” Kiersten asked.
“Keeps on shaving, or showering, or whatever.”
“Showering? You mean you've seen him naked?”
“He usually doesn't shower with his clothes on,” Jamie deadpanned.
“Have you seen him from the front?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my God!” Kiersten squealed. “That's so hot! Does he have a big, um,... I mean, is he..., like, is it....”
“Kiersten, for Heaven's sake! Does he have a big dick? Is that what you're asking? Well, I don't have anything to compare it to except pictures, but it looks pretty nice to me.”
“Wow, your dad and you perv on each other in the bathroom! That's so cool! That's so naughty!” Kiersten bubbled.
“You're sick, you know that, Kiersten? I love you like a sister, but you're just sick,” Jamie giggled. “Oh! Now, speaking of sisters, you share a bathroom with yours, don't you?”
“Well, yeah, so what?”