Lesbian Adventures 19

“Everyone says your sister's hot, right? I think she is. I'm sure you've seen her naked. Do you think she's hot, Kiersten?”

“Stupid question. She's done swimsuit modeling. Of course she's hot!”

“Don't you sometimes find that sort of interesting?” Jamie asked.

“Interesting?”

Jamie sounded exasperated when she said, “Yes, interesting. Have you ever thought of what it would be like to touch her, or to have her touch you?”

There was a short silence before Kiersten answered, “Yes. Okay, yes. But I've never done anything and neither has she. We just wouldn't.”

“That's the way it is with Dad and me,” Jamie said. “He hasn't been out on a date for as long as I can remember. He's still young enough that you'd think he'd be horny as hell, wouldn't you? And yes, I think my Dad is hot, too. I wouldn't mind a bit if I wound up with a guy like him.”

“And he has a big dick?” Kiersten asked.

“I think so,” Jamie giggled.

“I wonder what a big, hard, throbbing cock would feel like inside me?” Kiersten said.

“You wonder what any cock would feel like inside you, don't you?” Jamie chuckled.

The girls' laughter allowed me to sneak quietly back up the stairs and then make plenty of noise coming down again.

“Hi, ladies. Home from shopping so soon?” I asked, walking into the kitchen. Kiersten was red-faced, but Jamie looked like she was ready to burst with laughter.

“Hi, Dad,” Jamie giggled.

“Hi, Daddy Bill,” Kiersten said, not looking at me.

“What's so funny, Jamie?” I asked.

“Nothing. Girl-talk,” she answered.

“Did you get what you wanted?”

“We both got some tops and shorts, and we each got a new bathing suit,” Jamie said. “Wanna see?”

“Sure, honey, but maybe later. That car doesn't look like it's washing itself.”

“Kiersten, you're helping me. You're the one who talked me into buying that bikini,” my daughter said.

“I'm not washing a car dressed in this stuff,” Kiersten said.

“It's really warm outside. You have your new bathing suit, right there in that bag,” Jamie said. “Come on, we'll go change.”

“I can't wear that to wash a car in your driveway!” Kiersten said. “People will see me!”

“What's wrong? You didn't buy the thing to wear behind closed doors, did you? You're going to wear it at the beach in front of a million strangers, so you might as well wear it here. Come on,” Jamie said, heading upstairs.

“I'll move the car out back,” I said. “With the fence and the hedge back there, your little bikini car wash won't be on such public display.”

“Thanks,” Kiersten said, flashing me an embarrassed smile as she fled upstairs.

I was mixing a bucket of car wash detergent when the girls came outside. Jamie wore a bright yellow crop-top and tiny cut-off jeans and carried a tray with three glasses of iced tea.

Kiersten had a pale pink bikini. She had been right about having to shave to wear it. She's a little shorter than my daughter, but probably weighs the same. Her ample tits were covered by simple, small triangles of cloth, and her curvy ass wasn't covered by much at all. Kiersten was in no way chubby – just gorgeous.

“You just sit there with your iced tea, Dad, and watch us. You can make sure we do a good job,” Jamie said.