34 - Grey
Fiona and I shower together, obviously. This is basically the highlight of most of my mornings. I don't hate my job or anything. I mean, it's fun being your own boss, owning your own company, all of that. Stressful sometimes, especially when you have deadlines or a bunch of bullshit pops up, but it's still good.
It's mine, and I own it, and that's something I'm proud of. I didn't create it, my parents did, but I built the company into what it is now. I think they'd be proud of me. I wish they could see what I'm doing and where I'm at. Maybe they can somehow. I don't know.
This isn't about that, though. This is about the fact that showering in the morning with Fiona is pretty fucking amazing. No fucking going on, though. We've got shit to do. This is strictly business at the moment, or as business-like as we can both be when we're completely naked, bodies glistening from the shower, both of us wrapped up in steam in more ways than one.
Seriously, how the fuck did I get to be this lucky? No clue. I'll take it, though.
My favorite part about showering with Fiona is how she always wants to make sure everything is perfect. I don't even fucking know how she does it. She's magic, that's how. I'd be willing to bet that's it.
She twists the knob to start the shower, and after a few adjustments here and there, testing the water as she goes, she gets it to the perfect temperature. I stand outside, waiting and watching, letting her do her thing. Once she's done, she slips out, does this little tiptoe hop about she likes to do, just a quick up and down, lifting her heels and standing on the balls of her feet, and then she smiles up at me.
“It's perfect,” she declares, and I already know it is without checking for myself.
We strip down, but Fiona likes it when we take off each other's clothes. Who am I to argue with that? Yeah, never going to do it. Also our clothes consist of bathrobes right now, so it's not exactly hard. She unties my fluffy belt and then hurries behind me to pull my robe off. After she hangs it up on a hook on the back of the bathroom door, I do the same for her.
I'm a little more insistent, though. I wrap my fingers around her tied off belt and tug her close to me. Kissing her without warning, I wait for her to gasp, mouth dropping open, before I untie her bathrobe. When she starts to kiss me back, I pull away. Hands on her shoulders, I peel the bathrobe down her arms and then let it fall to the ground.
We stand there, both of us naked. I do my best not to give her any ideas, but, uh... yeah, I'm sporting a monstrous hard-on right now. Just fucking bobbing there, pointing directly at her belly button. Fiona stares at me with lust and a little bit of awe in her eyes. When my cock throbs and bounces slightly, tapping against her stomach, she lowers her stare. Now there's lust and a lot of awe in her eyes.
She looks like she's ready to just get on her knees and take my cock in her mouth without a second's hesitation, but I reach under one of her arms and pull her back up.
“Not right now,” I say, grinning. “Later, baby.”
“Alright, Daddy,” she says, my perfect little good girl. “I can be quick, though. If you want...”
Yeah. I want. I want that so fucking bad it hurts, but I also don't want to make my sister wait, especially since she's coming to the hotel to meet us. Since Fiona and I are already here, we should sort of be done a lot quicker and be downstairs by the time Emily shows up, so...
I shake my head and my cock does a teasing shake along with me. Yeah, that's really not helping. Way to fucking go, cock. Fuck off.
Fiona giggles as both heads shake back and forth, top and bottom. She's a good girl for me, though. Pulling the shower curtain back, she hops in quick. I step in behind her and away we go.
It's a shower. There's not much more to it. Seriously, I just fucking said that Fiona and I weren't going to screw around right now. I'm not lying. Believe me, I wish I were lying. I'm not, though. This is a shower.
Showering with her is still amazing, though. She soaps me up from head to toe, scrubbing every inch of my tired body with a small handcloth. And yeah, I'm tired because we just woke up, and also tired because of what we did last night. Which... so part of that is because we stayed up late, and the other part is because we had some amazing orgasms together. Plus cuddling. Cuddling doesn't make me tired, but I felt like I should add that one in there.
While she washes me, I pour a little shampoo into my palm and then press my hands together, making some suds of my own. I run my fingers and the shampoo through her hair and she scrubs me down.
Just like that. Just the two of us. I don't know what to say here. We've got this down. Taking a shower with Fiona is one of my guilty pleasures. It's also pretty fast. Most days when we take a shower together like this it takes less time than it would if I took a shower alone. I don't know how that works. Don't ask. It just does.
So... that's not entirely true. It's true when all we do is shower. It's not true when we get caught up in the moment and I spin her around, bend her over, and fuck the shit out of her while the shower rains down on us, neither of us caring what the fuck else is happening except for the fact that we can't hold back anymore and we need each other.
There's a lot more to it. I'm a huge fan, though. I mean, I feel like Fiona's my biggest fan and I'm her biggest fan, so that's going great. Also I love her so fucking much. And... the shower stuff is a great bonus.
There's other stuff, too. Kitchen counter stuff? Fuck yeah. Living room coffee table stuff? Uh huh. On top of the washing machine as it bounces around with a full load? Mhm...
Probably shouldn't tell Emily any of this. Don't worry, I'm not planning on it.
We finish cleaning each other and rinsing off. I twist the knobs and stop the shower. Fiona gets cold really fast once the warm water isn't heating her up anymore, so I make sure to grab a towel and wrap it around her before she starts shivering. Seriously, it could be a hundred degrees out and she'd still start shivering after getting out of a hot shower.
It's fine. I'll keep her warm. She's my baby girl, after all. Mine.
I grab my own towel and dry off fast. Fiona has her towel and she's trying to dry off, but she's a lot slowerI step out of the shower and Fiona's about to step out on her own, but I put a stop to that real quick. Wrapping my towel around my waist and tying it off, I reach in and scoop her up into my arms, her towel and all. I carry her off to the bedroom, toss her onto the bed, and cover her ass with blankets.
That's a figure of speech, by the way. More than her ass is covered. She's basically covered from chin to toe in heavy blankets, and she's still fucking shivering, so...
“Warm up,” I tell her, smiling softly. “I'll get your toothbrush.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says, teeth chattering.
And I do that. Teeth get brushed. She stops shivering eventually. We get dressed, Fiona does her makeup magic voodoo or whatever the fuck girls do. I don't really know the difference. She looks beautiful as fuck without makeup, and then she looks beautiful as fuck with makeup. I guess it's a different kind of beautiful as fuck, but still, both ways are beautiful as fuck and I don't really care which is which.
Fiona likes her makeup, though. She says she wants to look pretty for me. I appreciate that, but she'll always look pretty to me no matter what.
Also today she decides to wear regular clothes. Just a pair of jeans and a cute t-shirt with sneakers. The t-shirt matches her sneakers, both of which are pink. Also the t-shirt says “Cute” on it. That's it. Pink t-shirt with “Cute” in white letters.
“Really?” I ask, taking this moment to not only shake my head at her t-shirt but also to ogle her breasts.
“I'm cute,” she says, matter-of-fact, pointing to the word on her shirt.
“I know you're cute,” I tell her. “I've seen you naked.”
“I'm cute with clothes on, too!” she adds, laughing at me.
“Well yeah, I've also seen you with clothes on.”
“See?” she says, half ignoring me. “It says it right here?” She takes a moment to hold up her breasts with her hands. Or she's underlining the word. Whatever. “C-U-T-E. Cute.”
“If you don't cut it out, I'm going to fuck the cute out of you,” I growl at her.
“Nooooo, Daddy, I like being cute.”
“How about just fuck you, then?” I offer.
Compromise is important in every relationship; remember that, it's important.
“Alright,” she says with a nod. “Deal.”
“Except we're going to breakfast,” I add.
“I mean, we can do that or I can accidentally pull down my pants and bed over the bed and you could accidentally do the same and then trip and if your cock accidentally thrusts hard inside me and then it takes us a little while to get up because we're stuck, um...”
“You really put a lot of effort into that one, huh?” I ask, grinning.
“It could happen accidentally!” she protests, holding back a giggle.
“Yeah, alright, Little Miss Cute. We'll see how that accidentally goes later. Right now we're going to breakfast.”
“Aww,” she says, pouting at me.
I have no words to explain how much of a fucking turn on it is when Fiona pouts at me. Seriously, no fucking words. She does things to me, man. It's rough.
Also I don't want her to be too pouty, so as we walk to our hotel room door, I reach back and swat her ass quick. She hops up and yelps, then glares at me with a silly smirk on her face.
“Better?” I ask.
“Uh huh!” she murmurs.
The smile sticks on her face the entire way to the lobby. Yeah, picture this. We're walking down the hall to the elevator and she just can't stop smiling. Get into the elevator? Smiling all the way down. No one's in the elevator, but still she smiles.
We step out on the lobby level floor and look around for the restaurant. Fiona's still smiling, or she was, but then she turns into an angry cat or something. I glance the way she's looking and see Holly walking down the hall towards us.
Holly smiles, Fiona practically hisses, and I'm stuck between the two of them. Yeah, I don't really know what the fuck to do in a situation like this. Holly helped me out, but I also love Fiona, so...
Holly ignores Fiona for the time being, starts to wink at me, and...
Fiona clings to my arm, possessive, holding me tight. Look, I'm not even fucking going anywhere! I'm right here, so...
Holly's mind goes through a series of churning thoughts, some kind of sudden dawning flashing in her eyes. She takes one more quick look at me, then glances at Fiona, and finally takes the two of us in together.
“Ohhhhhh,” she says, as if the world and everything makes perfect sense now. “She's not your daughter, is she?”
Fiona, always one with words, says, “He's mine!”
Also she's still clinging to me. Pretty sure I'm about to lose circulation in my arm soon. Oh well. Not much I can do about it now. Do I really need two arms?
“Uh, yeah...” I say, because I probably should have said this before. “Fiona's not my daughter.”
In my defense, I never thought it'd become an issue. You don't exactly go around telling random strangers that someone isn't your daughter, do you? Yeah, didn't think so.
“He's my Daddy, though,” Fiona adds, sassy as fuck.
Holly raises one eyebrow and tosses Fiona an appreciative grin. “Really now? Sounds kinky.”
Fiona nods. “It is,” she says, matter-of-fact.
Yeah, this girl, what a fucking brat. We get it, Fiona. You like being spanked. I mean, I like spanking you, so pretty sure it all works out in the end. Not exactly sure this is appropriate casual conversation for a hotel lobby, but apparently no one cares what I think.
And, you know, me being an idiot, I speak before thinking, so...
“Cut that shit out before I spank your ass again,” I say.
Fiona looks up at me, pouty, bottom lip thoroughly tucked between her teeth. Fuck, man...
“Yup, definitely kinky,” Holly says, split between a sigh and laughing. “I'm always too late for the good ones. Oh well.”
Fiona perks up at that. She gives Holly a curious stare and Holly just shrugs, accepting defeat. Yeah, there you go. Are you happy now, Fiona? I was all yours to begin with, but now I'm all yours again. Basically nothing has changed, but suddenly she seems a million times happier with everything around her.
“Our room was really nice, though,” Fiona says, a little louder than a whisper. “Thank you. I liked the whirlpool and the balcony.”
“The whirlpool, huh?” Holly asks, laughing. “You two had time to use that after that crazy frat party?”
“Yup!” Fiona says, giddy. “We made lots of bubbles, too.”
“Fiona!” I snap. Because, yeah, we aren't talking about the bubbles. Where did they go? How did we get rid of them? It's better if you don't know. Trust me.
“Bubbles, eh?” Holly says, a curious admiration in her voice. “I really am always too late for the good ones.”
“You will find someone good,” Fiona tells her. “Don't worry.”
“Aw, thanks, hun.”
“We were, uh... looking for the restaurant for breakfast?” I add. “Any help there?”
“I was heading in that direction, actually. Let's go. I'll see if I can get you a good table. Is your sister coming? That one's actually your sister, right?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Emily's my sister. Fiona's her best friend. Uh... and Fiona and I are, you know, dating, so... that's complicated.”
“Don't tell Emily please,” Fiona adds. “Not yet.”
“Oh, don't worry. Your secret's safe with me,” Holly says. “I guess I should have realized more was going on what with the extreme measures you took to get into that party last night, Grey.”
I shrug, nonchalant. No big deal. Just going to save Fiona from horny frat guys. It happens.
Or not. Seriously, not. Please don't fucking do this shit to me again, Fiona. Once is plenty. I'll just fucking sneak into the party straight from the start next time. I'll go as your date. I don't fucking care. I just don't want a repeat performance of last night.
Also she's working off that money I used to pay for her. Don't worry, pretty sure she's going to love every minute of it. Yeah... I've got some great ideas for later.
Fiona cleaning the house in a sexy maid outfit without panties on?
Yes. But that's just the start...