Tammy

NOTE : this story is completely fictional! Never try to do it in real live!!!

   Bill, coming home from work, hung up his coat.  "Hi, honey," he called out.  Receiving no answer, he peaked into the kitchen.  "Oh,
there you are, Betty."
   "Hi, dear," she answered turning, "sorry I didn't hear you come
in."  Turning back to the stove she stirred the casserole.  "We'll having your favorite, dear.  Beef casserole."

   He came up behind her, pecked her on the cheek, "Gee, you're the
greatest, hon.  Thanks for cooking my favorite."  She just smiled at
her husband as he left the room.  "I've got to use the facilities,"
he called back.

   "Can't," Betty yelled after him.  "Tam's taking a bath."  Betty
went to the kitchen door.
   "Tough," he yelled making his way towards the bathroom.  "She'll just have to get out now, won't she?"  Knocking on the bathroom door,
he called, "Hey, Tammy, I gotta use the toilet.  You gotta get out."
   "Oh, come on, dad," he heard his daughter say, "I'll just draw the
curtain.  It's okay."

   Hearing the curtain draw he entered, peeing into the toilet, he asked, "So, sweety, how was your day?"
   "Oh, just so-so," she answered.  "Went to a movie.  Wasn't very good."
   Not thinking, Bill angrily said, "Look, young lady, when you talk to me you look at me!"

 Tammy peeked from behind the curtain seeing her father standing at
the toilet.  "Sorry, dad."  Forgetting, since he was rather tired, he
turned toward her still holding his penis.  Tammy, looked at it, and
replied, embbarrassingly, "Dad."

   Noticing his exposure, he mumbled, "Sorry, sweety.  I shouldn't have done that."
   She pooh-poohed the situation, "Forget it, dad.  It was nothing."
Going back behind the curtain she returned to reading the magazine.  As Bill opened the door, she called after him, "Hey, dad, while you're
here, why don't you wash my hair?"  He told her that he'd get Betty as
Tammy replied, "mom's busy cooking, dad.  Heck, you're only washing
my hair.  No big deal.  Please, dad," she said opening the curtain.
   Grabbing the shampoo, he tried not to look except at her head.  As
he wetted his daughter's hair and was shampoooing it, he casually glimpsed downward noticing her breasts and black-haired mound.  He smiled as he rinsed her hair.  Leaving a towel by the tub he remarked turning to leave, "I'll leave now so you can get out."

   "Dad," she said stepping out of the tub, "can you dry my hair.  It's so long I have problems getting it all dry."  He just continued
out the door, without looking, leaving her standing there.  "Don't be a party pooper, dad."
   Actually, he liked what he saw in the tub, slightly hidden by the
bubbles, and would really like to see her plainly without the bubbles.
But feeling modesty for her, he said, "Okay, sweety, I'll dry it.  But
you turn around."  Hearing her turn around he picked up the towel and
started to dry her hair.

   As he was drying her hair, she replied, "You're so nice, dad, for
doing this for me."  Somewhat anxious to see more of her father, she
simply replied, "Dad, the water's still warm."  She was hoping he'd get the hint.
   Bill finished drying his daughter's hair.  "There, Tam, all dry,"
he said handing her the towel, he added, "Dry yourself off."  Thinking
a moment, he asked, "Hey, sweety, would it bother you if I took a bath?"  He glanced her way as she was bending over drying her legs.
   She looked up at him, glad to hear he got the hint since she really wanted to see what he looked like without clothes, and simply answered, "Not really, dad.  Go ahead."
   Stripping off his clothes, he got into the tub.  "Hey, sweety,"
he said, "can you get my robe?"

   Tammy left the bathroom, not bothering to get redressed, and returned shortly with her father's robe.  "Here's your robe, dad."
   "Thanks, Tam," he replied just happening to look up.  He saw her
standing there.  "Geez, sweety," he rebuked her, "you should be ashamed of yourself."
   "I'm not though, dad," she quickly answered.  "Besides it not like
you haven't seen it before."
   "Yeah, well," he added to her comment, "you're older now and it's
not really proper.  If you know what I mean.  Turn around cause I'm coming out now."  He watched as his daughter turned around, rather
reluctantly and in a huff.  He stepped out of the tub, grabbing the towel he started drying himself.  After awhile, he said, "Can I have my robe now, sweety?"
   "Sure, dad," Tammy replied.  Not wanting to miss the chance of a
lifetime, instead of just pushing the robe backwards, she turned to
give him the robe. 

   Bill just didn't seem to care, really, as he stood there, not bothering to cover himself.  He took the robe from her and put it on.  As he had taken the robe from her grasp, he knew she had looked
at him, but didn't say anything in reprimand.  As she put her robe on,
he remarked, "Dinner's probably done, Tam.  Let's get down there."
   After dinner all three retreated to the den.  As they entered the
den, Tammy blurted out, unashamed, "Mind if I get comfortable?"
   Not knowing exactly what her daughter was hinting at, Betty said,
sitting on the couch, "Sure, Sweety, go ahead."  She was shocked when
Tammy took her robe off.  "Tammy! Not in front of your father!"
   "What's your problem, mom?" She asked sitting down on the couch
glaring at her.  "Besides, these robes you bought are kind of scratchy."
   "Yeah, they sure are, Betty," Bill chimed in.  "Where'd you buy them anyway?"
    "Geez, try to be nice," she complained getting up.  "Buy you some new robes and all you do is complain, complain."  She went to the bathroom, "Whatever. I don't care, don't really care."  Closing the door, she called back, "I'm gonna take a bath."
    Meanwhile, Tammy looked at her dad.  "They really are itchy, you
know."  Smiling at him, she added, "If yours is as bad as mine, just
take it off."  She looked at him as he mouthed the words, 'you wouldn't mind'?  "Not in the least, dad," she answered.
    Taking off the robe he sat down next to his daughter on the couch.
Turning to her he asked, "Want to play cards?"  She smiled at him,
nodding, as Bill got up to get the cards.