“Still the best fuck around,” said Dave teasingly. “You’re amazing.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I woke up the next day and headed down to make breakfast. Katie was already in the kitchen, working at the stove. I had to catch my reaction. She was in a small pair of bikini panties that barely covered her ass and a t shirt knotted above the waist.
I wanted to ask, “what the fuck?” Instead I asked, “you making breakfast?”
“Yeah, she replied, “after your night I figured you’d be hungry,” she replied with a grin.
Dammit! How thin were our walls. Could she hear us again?
“I’m sorry, were we loud?” I asked.
“No, not really, no louder than you’ve always been, and it sounded like you were really having fun.” She laughed.
I wondered if she’d heard us, well me, talking about her ass. What would she think of us if she did?
I sat down at the table and Katie brought me breakfast. As she was bending over the table Dave walked in. The first thing he was greeted by was Katie’s ass. He stopped, kinda looked like a deer in the headlights. I thought he was going to run when Katie noticed him.
“Oh cool, breakfast is ready, ” she said. Forcing him to sit down.
I saw him trying not to stare at his sexy daughter, but he wasn’t doing well. Katie obviously picked up on it and started to tease him a bit. She’d bend over when she could and make sure he was watching.
I watched her walking around in her underwear. I felt a little pang of jealousy. Not a lot, Just the thought of my husband checking out her ass all day. I mean, I know he loved me, and found me sexy, and I never minded him checking out women, but still this was different. This was in my home. I wondered how I’d get checked out compared to her. Also I had qualms about how wrong it was for a daughter to walk around half naked in front of her father. However so far she’d just given me the ‘I’m covered’ speech.
I could have put my foot down and just told her it was indecent, but I really didn’t feel that way. I liked walking around in my underwear. Why shouldn’t she.
I thought, if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. Let’s face it. I’ve been walking around the house for years in my underwear. Why all of a sudden did I stop? We’re both girls. They’ve seen me in my underwear before. In fact the only weird part was Dave seeing her. I’m sure the fact that I was dressed made it weirder that she was in her underwear. If I was to wear mine it would just seem like “the thing we do” not abnormal at all. At least that’s what I rationalized.
“So what are you up to today?” I asked.
“I’m going to meet some friends for lunch,” she told me.
“Cool will you be home for dinner?” I asked.
“Yes, I should be home by then,” she answered, then she thanked me for asking.
“Ok, I’m going to jump in the shower” I said.
I headed upstairs And jumped in the shower. As I showered I thought about how comfortable she was in her underwear. I mean, when did that start? She looked great in the skimpiest of clothes. I used to wear underwear around the house, but now with Katie here I thought it inappropriate. However if she could, why couldn’t I.
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