His little girl really has an amazing body, doesn't she? It's not something he could have really noticed with the amount of work he had been doing. Though, truthfully, it's not something he should have noticed at all. A Father isn't meant to think his Daughter has a great body.
But it's not until the towel slips that he really catches sight of it. It excites him to see it, and he knows just how wrong that is. But..with what he's thinking..is there a better way to bond with her? He isn't ready to let her slip away either. He thinks if he does, she might default back to how she's been for so long.
"Keiko. Why don't i…join you in the shower." The words leave his lips before he can even stop them. There is no going back at all now.
"A little bonding time could really do the two of us well. Just Daddy and his little girl."
Did she hear her dad say what she thinks she did? Did she replace her water bottle with vodka, and now she's delirious without realising? Disbelief twists her features into a frown, but nothing more. There's no revulsion in the way she says that word, nor disgust curling her lip. She's simply... bewildered.
"Aren't I too old for that?" Bathtime with your parents is really something for little kids who can't bathe themselves, not a teenager. Even a teenager whose muscles ache from the number of drills she'd done that afternoon. Keiko works through the idea, not leaving just yet.
Dad really wants to try, doesn't he? Even if his idea of trying is... weird, at best. Shopping, bonding time... Fuck. She can feel that little girl stirring, growing louder and stronger at the hope of getting back her time with daddy, but isn't this just a little too far? A hand raises, hesitating for a moment before she lightly runs it up her dad's forearm.
"...I want a drink. Can you get me one?" She doesn't usually bring a drink into the shower, but oooh boy, she needs a second. A minute or two by herself to try and process what's happened in these last few moments, a breath.
A reason to leave the bathroom door unlocked so her dad can walk in without her needing to say yes.
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But it's not until the towel slips that he really catches sight of it. It excites him to see it, and he knows just how wrong that is. But..with what he's thinking..is there a better way to bond with her? He isn't ready to let her slip away either. He thinks if he does, she might default back to how she's been for so long.
"Keiko. Why don't i…join you in the shower." The words leave his lips before he can even stop them. There is no going back at all now.
"A little bonding time could really do the two of us well. Just Daddy and his little girl."
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Did she hear her dad say what she thinks she did? Did she replace her water bottle with vodka, and now she's delirious without realising? Disbelief twists her features into a frown, but nothing more. There's no revulsion in the way she says that word, nor disgust curling her lip. She's simply... bewildered.
"Aren't I too old for that?" Bathtime with your parents is really something for little kids who can't bathe themselves, not a teenager. Even a teenager whose muscles ache from the number of drills she'd done that afternoon. Keiko works through the idea, not leaving just yet.
Dad really wants to try, doesn't he? Even if his idea of trying is... weird, at best. Shopping, bonding time... Fuck. She can feel that little girl stirring, growing louder and stronger at the hope of getting back her time with daddy, but isn't this just a little too far? A hand raises, hesitating for a moment before she lightly runs it up her dad's forearm.
"...I want a drink. Can you get me one?" She doesn't usually bring a drink into the shower, but oooh boy, she needs a second. A minute or two by herself to try and process what's happened in these last few moments, a breath.
A reason to leave the bathroom door unlocked so her dad can walk in without her needing to say yes.