Kiersten blushed again as I sat back to enjoy the show.
Things got interesting pretty quickly. Kiersten accidentally sprayed my daughter on the chest, immediately making her shirt translucent. As Jamie's nipples hardened from the cold water, her friend looked at her, shocked, and hissed, “You should have worn a bra.”
“Why, so I'd have more laundry to do? Oh, wait! You're worried about Dad?”
Kiersten nodded.
“Most guys his age have seen boobs before, don't you think? Now come on, let's get to work,” Jamie said.
They started on the side toward me. As good as my daughter's tight little ass looked in those shorts, I couldn't stop ogling Kiersten's round bubble-butt in the next best thing to a thong. They were close to me, close enough that I could see the drops of water glistening in the evening sun as they ran down my daughter's back, and a stray trail of suds dripping down the inside of Kiersten's thigh. I didn't want to react, but it was hard not to. It was almost a relief when they finished and moved to the other side of the car.
Kiersten decided to tackle the roof. That was when her one big tit fell out of her top. Amazingly, it took her several seconds to notice. “Shit!” she squeaked, ducking down behind the car.
Jamie doubled over with laughter.
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??What's so funny?” Kiersten barked from her hiding place. “Yeah, real hilarious! I just flashed your father!”
“I told you, he's seen boobies before,” Jamie laughed.
“Not mine, he hasn't!”
“He's seen mine. It's no big deal,” Jamie said.
Kiersten stood up, still adjusting herself in her skimpy top, and holding the hose. “In that case, it shouldn't be a big deal if he sees them again, girlfriend,” she said, soaking my daughter.
Jamie's thin shirt clung to her breasts, nearly transparent over her hard little nipples. The soft denim of her worn-out cut-offs molded itself to her sex.
“That's cold!” Jamie shrieked.
“Sorry,” Kiersten smirked.
“Not as sorry as you will be, bitch!” my daughter cackled as she grabbed the hose and thoroughly drenched her friend.
Somehow, they managed to get the car done. They sat down next to me to drink their tea.
“Very nice, girls,” I said.
“The job we did, or the water battle?” Jamie asked.
“Well, both,” I answered, praying that Kiersten wouldn't look at my lap.
“I am SO going back to the mall this week and getting that black suit,” Kiersten muttered.
“Yeah, that one had lining, didn't it?” Jamie asked.
“Uh huh. This one is NEVER getting worn again if there's any chance I'll get wet!”
Kiersten's tiny suit had become practically invisible. Not only the texture, but the color of the areolas surrounding her fat, jutting nipples was plain to see. It was obvious she was clean-shaven, since her puffy lips and the cleft between them were displayed under the wet cloth.
She saw me staring. “Daddy Bill, what do I have to do?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, forcing myself to look at her big, brown eyes.
“I might as well be sitting here naked. Is this what I have to do to have a guy act like he wants me? Why aren't guys interested in me? Don't I look all right?”
She was as good as nude. Her wet brown hair was tangled around her face. She was biting her full lip, looking like she might cry.