Chapter 4533 - SNOOP

"What are you making?" Nat asked, closing the front door behind her.

I was leaning over a saucepan filled with simmering bolognese, sweat dripping from my brow.

"Spaghetti Bolognese!!" I announced proudly. "Who says I can't cook?"

My daughter kicked off her shoes in the hallway and emerged on the other side of the kitchen island. She was wearing her soccer gear, white t-shirt and navy blue shorts, the look finished with dried sweat and matted hair. Still, she was beautiful.

"No one," she replied. "Literally no one says you can't cook."

"It's going to be ready in like twenty minutes," I said, smiling back at her.

"Cool," she replied, dropping her duffel bag and leaning against the island. "It smells delicious!"

"That's because it is delicious," I whipped back. "Come have a taste."

I collected some into a spoon and brought it up, blowing on it. Nat circled the island with her usual effortless grace. She slid her arm around my back as she stepped next to me and opened her mouth. I slid it in and watched her face closely for a change in her expression.

"Bleh," she said, with a neutral expression. "Are you sure you didn't use dog food?"

"Oh shut it," I replied, resuming my gentle stirring.

"I'll go shower and then I'll be ready," she said, with a smirk leftover from her playful jibe. "Waaaait for me."

She grabbed her sports bag and bounced up the stairs to her bed and bathroom. How did she still have so much energy after soccer practice, I wondered. These days I felt like I needed a nap after walking up stairs. Damn teenagers and their youth.

"As soon as I'm ready I'm eating!" I called up to her. "So move that tushy!"

She gave her ass a purposeful wiggle as she got to the top of the stairs and disappeared into her room. I continued on my pasta, an old recipe from my college days. I was a pretty good cook back then, but I had stopped when I married Jessica, Nat's mother. I wouldn't have thought we would have fallen into such typical gender roles, but somehow it happened. She got pregnant. I worked. She became the primary care-giver. Before I knew it we were a typical suburban married family, straight out of a fucking sitcom. Except instead of two and a half children, we just had one. Natalie. Our now eighteen year-old daughter.

I blinked and I was thirty eight. Almost fucking forty. What happened? It seems like just yesterday I was the one coming home from sports practice to my parents cooking supper.

I could hear the shower turn on upstairs.

I had been thinking about it more recently. Jessica had gone away to her mom and sister, leaving Nat and I here to fend for ourselves. It wasn't the first time, but it was the longest. Being alone, not having her as my partner, reminded me of my life before her. Once again I became the college student, master of my own domain, cooking and fending for myself. Nat was now old enough to be self-sufficient, for the most part.

Without warning, my own life had returned to me.

"Shit!"

I looked down at my bolognese that I had been absent mindedly stirring. It was bubbling too hot. I had gotten distracted. I also need to get the water boiling for the actual pasta. I quickly turned the heat down and hurried to get a pot of water boiling on the other hob.

I could hear the shower upstairs turn off.

I should be happy to get my life back. I had longed for it for so long. Through nights spent soothing a crying baby, days chasing a mischievous toddler negotiating with a sullen pre-teen, I had dreamed of a time when I could reclaim my life and my time. Now I wasn't sure what to do with it.

I dropped the pasta in the boiling water, wondering if this was the fate of every parent and heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Do you mind if I use your charger?" Nat asked. "I left mine at school."

She was descending the staircase, her medium length dirty-blond hair still dripping wet from her shower, wearing a large white t-shirt.and her panties. I couldn't help getting distracted by this view of her, if only for a moment. I purposely tried to avoid noticing her nipples under the thin t-shirt, partially wetted by her hair.

"Oh um, yeah sure," I said. "You can plug it into my laptop. It's on the kitchen table."

"Thaaaanks!" she said and sauntered over. She plugged her iPhone into the loose cable connected to my MacBook and stood for a while poking at the screen. She frowned.

"It's not chaaaarging," She moaned, while putting on an exaggerated display of poutiness.

I turned away from the pasta and walked over to her, "And they say you kids are so good with technology."

"Psssshhh," she replies. "What technology? It's just a phone."

My mouth hung aghast as she said that, but I unlocked my laptop with my finger and saw a pop-up saying something along the lines of -

"iPhone connected - Unlock to enable and sync"

"Uh dad, the food?" Nat said, putting her hand on my shoulder.

I turned to see the water spilling over the side of the pasta pot. God-damnit. I clicked Accept and got up to fix it. As I reached it I heard Nat declaring victory.

"It's working," she said. "Thanks daddy!"

I grabbed the lid off the pasta pot that I had stupidly put on. Nat was back to being completely absorbed by her phone.

"How much time do you spend on that thing?" I asked her.

"What do you mean?" she replied, without looking away from it.

"I mean, do you experience anything without your phone?" I asked again.

She looked up for a moment and then raised her phone: "Smile!"

"What?" I exclaimed. "No!"

She started taking photos of me standing by the stove, disheveled and stressed.

"Oh god, are you going to post these somewhere to embarrass me?" I asked, sighing. "Dad can't even cook dinner when mom's away."

Nat stopped and lowered the phone.

"Not at all," she said with sudden earnestness. "I would never. And what's embarrassing about you cooking your daughter a delicious dinner? You're great."

I smiled back at her. "You get so sweet sometimes."

She reengaged her phone. "Oh these are adorable," she said.

"Shut up!"

--

We sat and ate dinner together. I insisted that we do it around the kitchen table, rather than on the couch in front of the TV. We spoke in quips. That was our repartee. A good natured zing here, a joking insult there. We had fun together. It was different with her mom and her. Jessica couldn't help herself, try as she might, from layering in some advice, instruction or even criticism. Nat would react badly. Somehow, even the most basic or innocent topics would end up in conflict - not a fight per se, but not an enjoyable conversation. Nat would either engage or retreat into her phone. Jessica would usually double down. Mother - daughter relationships I guess.

It was nice to have some time with just the two of us.

But straight after dinner, she unplugged her phone and disappeared up to her room while I cleaned up the kitchen. Not soon after she re-emerged, fully dressed and apparently ready to go out. She was wearing one of those romper things that seem to have gotten to popular, and mysteriously clean white sneakers. Her hair was now dry and hung loose to her shoulders. Make-up on.

"What?" I asked in surprise. "Where are you going?"

"What do you mean?" she replied. "I told you. I'm going to Kiara's tonight to study. I mentioned it yesterday. It's not a big deal."

"On a school night?" I muttered, kinda unsure of how to react.

"I mean yes, we're studying, after all," she said with an amused smile.

"I should probably call her mom," I continued.

She actually laughed out loud. It wasn't even mocking; she was actually tickled. Her phone buzzed at that moment.

"Kiara's here to pick me up," she said, a smile on her face as she walked over to the door. "Should I invite her in so you can make sure it's actually her?"

I decided to call her bluff, just in case.

"I haven't seen Kiara in ages," I answered. "Invite her in."

Nat's expression shifted every so slightly to sourness as she looked at me in incredulity. Then she typed something into her phone.

"Fine, she's coming."

At that moment, I realized my mistake. It was too late though, to change tack. I had just revealed that I thought she was lying to me. I hadn't even stopped to consider that I basically just straight up told her I didn't trust her. Nat reacted to the knock on the door instantly, turning to open it. Kiara, of course, was on the other side.

"Hey Mr. Roberts!" she said, sliding into the house. She was wearing either comfies or PJs, I couldn't tell.

"Hi Kiara," I replied. "Long time, no see. How are you doing?"

Kiara was Nat's half-japanese childhood friend. Dark-haired, and still very petite. Even for her age, her skin was enviably radiant. She had always been very sweet, and previously quite shy, although the former had receded over time. She was smiling broadly as she walked up to me and slung her arms around my neck in a hug. I let out a bit of a "Oh.." as she did. I looked over her head at Nat, who scowled at me. I could smell a familiar scent on her.

Kiara slid her hand away from me, allowing them to drag against me with a tenderness I hadn't felt in a long time. If I didn't know better I'd guess it was a flirtatious touch. But I did know better. I was almost 40 for fuck's sake.

"I'm good," she said. "Just worried about our test on Friday. Oh! Nat said you cooked a mean spaghetti. Is there any left?"

"Key!" Nat shouted at her, with the disapproving tone of a parent. I chuckled.

"Yeah," I said. "We've got leftovers in the fridge if you want."

As Kiara stared at me, I finally clocked it. Her eyes were the slightest bit bloodshot. The smell. She was high. They were going to sneak off to smoke weed.

"We should probably get going," Nat said, putting her arm through Kiara's to pull her away. "Need to get studying."

"Of course," I replied, barely stifling my smile. "Aim high!"

Kiara giggled, and Nat glared at me as she rushed her embarrassing friend out the door.

"Bye Mr Roberts!"

"Bye dad."

And just like that, I was alone in my house.

--

After cleaning the kitchen, I settled down in front of my laptop. No one in the house? I'm going to watch some porn and masturbate in peace. I never would have thought that this would be one of the guilty pleasures that I missed the most after getting married and having a kid. I unlocked my computer with my finger and was about to open an incognito tab when I noticed the Photos app bouncing at the bottom of my screen. I clicked it and the app took over the screen.

The first few rows were pictures of me, standing in front of the stove, looking sweaty, disheveled and embarrassed. These were the pictures that Nat had taken not a few hours earlier. I smiled at it now, remembering her follow-up comment.

But wait... Nat took those on her phone, why have I got the pictures? I scrolled down a bit further. I was now greeted by selfies of Nat and one of her friends at soccer practice, sweaty hair sticking to foreheads. These must have been taken a few hours before that... Why are Nat's photos on my Photos app?

I scrolled a bit further, not thinking too much about it. My god she takes a lot of photos, I thought.

Then it struck me. It must have synced when she charged her phone on my laptop? That's weird. I wonder why that happened.

I freeze. My eyes locked on to one photo. Nat in our bathroom mirror, completely naked.

The format was so familiar to me. I've seen a million on the internet. Hip slightly to the side. Phone held up. But it's Nat. Smiling directly at me.

I felt almost weightless, blood rushing around my body. My throat dried up and shivers ran down my spine like electricity punishing me for seeing something I shouldn't have. My cock is rock hard within a few seconds. I recognized the feeling. It was just like the first time I saw hardcore porn.

She's beautiful. Slim and petite. Completely shaved pussy. For the first time I saw her nipple piercings that I had tried so hard to ignore. I recognized the small tattoo on her hip.

It took a moment to realize what I was doing, although I felt like my world had already turned upside down. I reached up and slammed my laptop shut. I stood up and paced.

"Fuck!" I cursed out loud as I walked around my living room. My ears were buzzing.

My cock was still rock hard as I chastised myself. What was I doing looking through Nat's photos? That was a total invasion of her privacy. I used to see her naked all the time, but now she was her own independent woman. She would be mortified if she knew.

And.. how the fuck did that turn me on? That's my fucking daughter. I'm a fucking monster.

"Chris, get your shit together." I said, stopping. "It's okay."

I walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured myself a scotch before sitting down in my comfy chair with it.

"It's okay." I said to myself again. I continued my reassurance in my own head.

You haven't done anything wrong. It was an accident and you saw your daughter naked. That's not weird. There's nothing wrong with nudity. European families probably see each other naked all the time, right? And you just reacted that way out of instinct. You're not a monster. You just saw a naked girl and got excited. It's fine. Relax. I took another sip.

It's really not that weird at all. It's completely natural. So get over it. You're a big boy. You can handle it.

I downed my glass of whiskey, poured myself another and sat back down in front of my laptop. I opened it back up and, when greeted by the login page again, gave my finger print. There was nothing to worry about.

Instantly the picture was back in front of me. Although it was less of a shock this time, the effect remained. My cock started to harden again immediately. I directed the cursor to close it, until I noticed the next picture. Before I had time to second guess myself, I double clicked it.

It was similar except this time Nat had her tongue out and was grabbing her tits, squeezing them. I may have let out an audible groan. My cock was straining against my pants, and all other symptoms had returned. My mouth was dry, ears buzzing.

I took a deep sip of my whiskey and just stared at it. I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped just so my dick wouldn't hurt.

She looked so playful and naughty, her tiny tits gripped by her hands. I wonder if she was taking these for someone? Or just for herself?

I took another sip of whiskey and scrolled to the next photo. This one was just her in her bedroom, wearing panties and a t-shirt in bed. I chastised myself for my disappointment and downed the rest of my drink.

It's a good thing, I think. Now I'm so fucking hard and ready to go, I can find some porn and masturbate.

I realized that I probably shouldn't do that out here in the open, just in case Nat gets back earlier than expected, so I grab the whisky bottle, glass and my laptop and head to the bedroom.

Five minutes later, I laid on the bed in darkness staring at the computer screen. The bedside table held my glass and a substantially emptier bottle of scotch.

I had intended to watch porn, but instead I was just staring at my screen in a mental battle with myself. I kinda already knew I was going to lose. I just needed to struggle a bit beforehand. I had to feel like I put some effort into it.

"Fuck." I muttered and went back into my photos app. I scrolled down to the bathroom selfies again. This time I was as naked as her... my hand on my rock hard cock. I just stared at the picture of her gripping her tits with her tongue out. I was barely even stroking yet, but honestly I don't think I'd been harder in my life.

My curiosity got the better of me and I finally decided to continue scrolling. Most of her pictures were what I expected. She was goofing around with friends, posing at instagrammable spots. There were short videos of her dancing. Nevertheless I found myself lusting after her in every photo, like a seal had been broken that could never be unbroken.

It wasn't long until I came across a batch of photos that really sparked my attention though: Her, Kiara and a couple of friends at a beautiful house that I didn't recognize. Looking at the date, I realized this was a few weeks ago when Nat had claimed she was joining Kiara's family for a trip. I'm sure Kiara's family had heard the same story.

"Naughty naughty Nat," I muttered, which I realized was the same way I chastized her as a child.

The picture was Kiara and her, another girl and three guys, who looked significantly older, in a group outside what looked like a remote lake-house with a stunning pool. The girls were all in bikinis and the guys in swim trunks. It looked like a fun trip. As I inspected the picture, I could see beer bottles, glasses and bongs littering the area around the pool. Clearly they had been enjoying themselves there. The one picture was relatively benign, but the next had them all playing around. I could see one of the guys hands gripping on Nat's tit. She was holding her hand to her mouth in faux embarrassment. Then there were a few pics of the scenery and then.

A video.

I put my headphones on and double clicked it, holding my breath.

--

Nat kicked back her phone stand and rested it on the table facing them. Kiara had specifically asked her to set it up, so she had ensured her phone was fully charged and ready to film.

"Are you guys going to come play or what?" Kiara called.

"What are we playing?" shouted one of the male voices.

"It's a game," Nat called back. "Just fucking come already."

The rest of the gang emerged from various parts of the house to join Kiara and Nat sitting on the floor of the central living room.

Chris, a early twenties skater boy with mussed up blonde brown hair, stood in front of the two girls.

"See this is what we get for bringing kids along," he jokingly moaned.

"Don't moan at us because your knees are too old to get down on the floor," Nat clapped back.

One by one everyone followed the instructions, drinks-in-hand, and sat in a circle on the floor. The last of the day's sun was filtering in through the windows as they gathered. Once assembled, Kiara took the lead.

"Okay," she said, "so I downloaded this app. It's a game that I think would be fun to play with this crowd. It's called Dare to Last."

"Oh my god," Chris moaned again. "Truth or Dare? Really?"

"Kinda!" Kiara said, sticking her finger out at him. "But not exactly. Basically you put the phone in the middle, like it were the bottle in spin the bottle, but you just tap the screen and it randomly selects someone in the circle."

"Revolutionary," Chris laughed.

"It then gives that person a challenge, a dare, truth or something like that. Once they've done it, they tap the phone and it selects the next person. The challenges start quite tame and get more risque and extreme as it goes on. If you refuse a challenge, you lose and are out of the game. Last one remaining is the winner."

Everyone else looked excited, despite Chris's constant naysaying. Eyes kept darting around the circle.

"Is everyone in?" Nat asked. "Hands up if you're in."

Nat and Kiara both put their hands up, beaming wide smiles. Nat had her messy blonde brown hair loose down to her shoulders, and was otherwise wearing her bikini top and denim short shorts. She had clearly been in the sun a lot, because she looked darker than usual. Kiara was even darker, but she always was. Her black hair was still wet and she was wearing a t-shirt over her bikini bottoms.

Two of the guys put up their hands. Eddie was a large and muscular black guy, who looked like he must be a star football player. He wore stylish white shorts and a basketball style tank-top.

"Sounds fun, yeah," he said.

The other guy was Eric, a clean-cut and relatively skinny white boy that looked like he was the main character in almost every college movie of the last decade. Attractive enough to be compelling, but awkward enough to be relatable and likable.

Chris and the other girl seemed to be the holdouts.

"Jess?" Kiara asked.

Jess was a pale redhead with freckles and a clearly ample bosom. This was especially in contrast to Kiara and Nat, both of whom had quite small breasts.

Chris spoke up. "So I one hundred percent know this app is going to make me kiss one of the dudes in like the second turn and I don't know if I'm up for that."

Kiara rolled her eyes.

"So you enter everyone's name, gender identity and orientation right at the beginning," she said, as if this was obvious. "It takes that into account with the challenges."

Jess put her hand up, "Alright, I'm in."

Everyone turned to Chris.

"Peer pressure!" he shouted mockingly. "Fine, I'm in. I'm not going to be the chicken or anything."

Everyone cheered.

"Don't worry Chris," Nat said. "You can refuse a challenge and leave the game at any time."

"Not a chance," he replied, stretching his arms out in front of him as if the challenges were going to involve complicated gymnastics. "If I'm in it, I'm in it to win it."

Kiara entered some stuff into her phone and passed it on to Nat.

"Just enter your details and pass it along," she said.

The phone made its way around the circle and eventually back to Kiara.

"Everyone ready?"

"Yes!" came a few muddled voices. There was clearly a bit of apprehension already building.

Kiara laughed and reached forward, putting the phone in the middle of the circle and tapping the screen. The app displayed a wheel of fortune style spinner before slowing to a stop directed at Jess.

"Jess, tell the truth: How often do you masturbate?"

Everyone broke out into laughter as Jess's face went a bit red.

"Come on, that's pretty tame," Chris laughed.

"I know!" Jess said. "It's just so absurd. Um, probably about once or twice a day."

Chris coughed, and Eric commented. "Oh wow!"

"What!?!" Jess replied, taken aback. "Is that a lot?"

"I mean, more than I expected," Eric replied.

"How often do you?" Jess asked.

"Nope," Kiara interrupted. "Not how this works. Jess, your go."

Jess frowned, but reached forward to tap the screen. The wheel spun again and landed with the next message.

"Chris, tell the truth: What's your favorite place to cum during sex?"

"Oh geez," Chris said. "So many options."

Kiara chirped up in a fake Chris accent. "Left hand... or right hand..."

Everyone laughed, still with an edge of nervousness.

"Ha ha." Chris replied. "Ummmm, but I'd have to say face. Kiara's face specifically right now."

"Face?" Nat snapped. "You watch too much porn!"

"I thought this was a safe space!" Chris laughed.

To his surprise, Nat changed tack quickly.

"I was just playing, but you're right," she said with surprising earnestness. "No judgment here. That's unlikely to be the weirdest thing to come out tonight."

"Sheesh," Chris said and leaned forward to tap the phone. "Already getting intense, Nat."

The phone made its spinning noise and came up with the next instruction.

"Kiara, I dare you to take off your top."

The group let out a cheer and a few "woo's"

"For fuck's sake!" Kiara moaned.

"Take it off!" Chris started, clearly wanting to get a chant going.

"Fine," Kiara said and started pulling up her t-shirt. To everyone's surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra or bikini top underneath. Her perky B-cups bounced ever so slightly as her top revealed them. She threw her t-shirt to the side, and looked around the room.

"Woah," Eddie said.

"Nice!" commented Eric. "Very nice Kiara."

"Thanks Eric," she replied. "Grew them myself."

She leaned forward and tapped the phone. All eyes were on her, even as the spinner spun.

"Eric, tell the truth, have you ever had a threesome?"

All eyes turned to Eric, who laughed.

"Yes," he said. "I've had a threesome."

"My man!" Chris said. "Wait... two guys or two girls? Do we get follow up questions?"

Chris turned to Kiara, who had become the arbiter of disputes.

"I'll allow it," Kiara shrugged.

"Two girls." Eric said, obviously very pleased with himself. He leaned forward and tapped the phone.

"Is that all we get?" Chris moaned. "Pffft."

The phone gave another command.

"Nat, I dare you to make out with Kiara for 30 seconds."

More cheers erupted.

"I like this game," said Eddie.

"You haven't even gone yet!" Kiara snapped back, but turned to Nat as if to ask if she was keen.

Nat shrugged and crawled on over to Kiara. Neither hesitated for a second. Their eyes locked into one another, followed by their mouths. It was readily apparent to everyone watching that this was not a first time thing. Kiara grabbed the back of Nat's head, and pulled her onto the floor, on top of herself. Their tongues danced together as the room watched.

"Jesus," Chris muttered.

Jess was watching with rapt attention. After a little longer than thirty seconds, Nat pulled away. She wiped her mouth, with a broad smile, and returned to her position. Kiara looked similarly pleased with herself. No one said anything as Nat reached forward and tapped the phone.

"Eddie, I dare you to get completely naked."

"What?" Eddie exclaimed.

This comment broke the silence, with laughter from all corners.

"Go on then," Eric said, smiling at his friend.

"I feel like this is particularly picking on me," Eddie commented. "All the other guys got truths."

"And I'm sitting here topless," Kiara replied. "Put your big boy pants on. Or take them off at least."

"Ha ha ha," he said. "I bet you rigged this game Kiara, to show us your tits and see my cock."

"I'm pretty sure I could have accomplished that without designing my own app," Kiara replied. "Now stop stalling and get naked."

"Fine," he said, standing up. He pulled off his tank top, revealing his well-built body underneath, ripped abs and defined shoulders. All eyes were now on him, even the guys. He smiled as he unbuttoned his, impressively white, shorts and pulled them down. Even though he was wearing boxer briefs underneath, he was visibly big.

"God damnit," Chris muttered.

Eddie put his fingers under the seam at the top of his boxer briefs, swaying his hips in an exaggerated dance.

"Da da da da daaaa," he sang in a low effort strip-tease. Kiara whooped.

"Take it off!" Nat shouted, deepening her voice into a faux masculine one, clearly summoning her best 'man at a strip-club' impression.

Eddie bent and pulled down his briefs. Jess audibly gasped as he did. Even with the forewarning, he was hung, like pornstar-hung.

"Holy shit," Nat said. Eric looked like he knew this was coming.

Eddie kicked off his underwear and said, "yeah, I get that a lot."

He stood there for a moment, relishing in the attention.

"How big is that thing?" Kiara asked.

Eddie laughed.

"So I can give you the honest answer, or the answer you expect," he said. "Do I tack on the extra twenty percent that people usually do?"

The thing looked like it must have twelve inches and the girth of a coke can.

"If you say that's six inches or something," Chris commented. "I'm going to go home and shoot myself in the head."

Eddie got onto his knees, aware of everyone's eyes on his dick. "Okay, okay, I'm not a circus animal. It's nine inches, which is like in the top five percent by size. But you can stop staring."

He crawled a bit forward and tapped the phone before sitting back down.

"Well," Kiara said. "The game is certainly stepping up a notch."

The phone made a loud siren noise, startling everyone.

"Everyone - down your drinks. Last one to finish has to strip fully naked.

It was a clear measure of who was used to drinking games and who wasn't. The three guys instantly reacted, even Eddie who was already naked. They didn't have much left to begin with, as they'd been drinking quicker than the girls. Kiara and Nat took slightly longer to respond, but followed suit. Jess however, only clocked on to what was happening after a few seconds, and she finished downing her gin and tonic a full five seconds after the next slowest person. She looked around conspicuously after she finished.

"I'm last, aren't I?" She said with her face in a frown. It wasn't clear if that was because of downing her drink or the prospect of getting naked.

"Yup," said Chris. "Off with your clothes."

"Fuck," she said, hesitating for a moment. "Okay, but someone has to get us another round of drinks first."

She looked over at the boys.

"Fine," said Eric. "But you better wait for us."

The guys stood, collected glasses and headed for the kitchen. Everyone watched Eddie conspicuously, his cock swaying around.

"Just how crazy does this game get?" Jess asked, still reacting a bit to the downed drink.

"It's completely up to you, Jess." Kiara replied. "Don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to. Just bail out. It's just a game after all."

"Yeah," agreed Nat. "Like we're all going to give each other shit, but no one would judge you at all if you didn't want to do something. Just say no and you're out. It's fine."

"Don't worry, I'm okay," she said. "I was just curious, you know. Also... oh my god Eddie is fucking huge."

"I know right," Kiara replied, mouth open but with a smile. "I did not expect that."

The guys returned, with drinks and with bottles.

"We thought we'd bring stuff down so we wouldn't have to keep going back and forth," Eric said.

"And made an executive call that a round of shots were in order to help get us through this, Chris continued.

The guys passed around drinks and shot glasses of tequila to everyone before sitting back in their positions.

"Cheers!" they called in unison, as everyone downed their shots.

"Oh god," Jess commented, her face pulled tight in a grimace. "I fucking hate tequila."

"Everyone does," laughed Chris. "That's equality."

"So..." Eddie said, clearly directed at Jess. "Go on then."

"Fine!" she said. She pulled her white halter top up over her head. Her large breasts bounced as she did, still in her bikini top underneath. Then she stood up and slid her skirt down to the floor and kicked it off. She reached behind herself and untied her bikini. She pulled it off in one hand and then dropped it. Her tits were glorious. Pale and a bit freckled, and a perfectly perky D-cup. One of the guys whistled as she bent over and pulled her bikini bottoms down as well. As she raised everyone could see her little red landing strip.

"Ta-da!" she said, throwing her hips to the side with her hands out.

The girls started clapping, followed by the boys.

"Wow," Eddie said. "You are fucking beautiful."

Jess sat down again, a bit of red flush creeping up her neck and cheeks.

"Oh!" she exclaimed and half got up to lean forward and tap the screen on the phone. Her boobs swayed as she did. The phone made its usual song and dance and then.

"Nat! I dare you to give Eric a striptease, lap dance. Take everything off.|

"Eric threw his hands in the air. "Oh yes, here we go baby."

"Fuck!" sighed Nat, taking a sip of her drink.

Eric stood up, grabbed a chair and pulled it over to where he was sitting. He sat down with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"I didn't bring any singles unfortunately," he said. "Sorry Nat."

"Chris," she instructed. "Could you play some FKA twigs?"

Chris obeyed quickly, far more obedient than his usual MO. A few seconds and the music started to play.

Nat started swaying to the music with her eyes closed. Her body started picking up the beats and rhythm. The song had a sensual, unhurriedness to it. Nat followed suit. It only took a few seconds for the music to take over her movements. Her hands reached up over her head as her hips started snaking. She opened her eyes and stared directly at Eric. She started slinking over. She placed each step purposefully, like a cat stalking to the synthesized beat. He sat there with a smirk on his face, watching her intently. Upon reaching him she rounded the chair, her hand gently dragging up his right arm, over his shoulders and the back of his neck and down the other side. She stood in front of him, dropping down to her haunches and sliding her hands up his legs as she brought herself back up.

The rest of the group watched in rapture as she danced herself onto him, clearly shocked at how naturally she took to it. Either this wasn't the first time she'd done this, or she had a clear knack for it. Anyone who looked at Eddie would notice that he was starting to get hard.

Nat was bending over away from Eric and sliding her denim shorts down her legs, revealing her bikini bottom underneath. She kicked them off and sat back, pressing her ass against his crotch. Eric was surprised by the move, letting out a little "oh..." as she did. His cock twitched and started to stiffen as she rubbed her ass cheeks up and down on it. She stood and turned around, reaching behind herself as she swayed her body like a belly dancer. She pulled at her bikini strings and pulled it off in a deft stroke. She tossed it aside. Eric's eyes darted to her breasts. They were smaller than Jess's, perhaps a B-cup, but were incredibly firm and perky. Both nipples were pierced with black studs. She leaned forwards and started to crawl up Eric, bringing her chest right up to his face. Then she pulled off him and took a few steps away before doubling over. She slowly peeled down her bikini bottoms, revealing her pert peach of an ass. She gave it a quick light slap, before pulling herself with a smile on her face.

"Annnnd that's enough," she said, breaking the spell that had kept everyone transfixed.

The group burst into applause again, Chris even let out a few whistles.

"Wow," said Chris. "I really didn't expect that."

On the way back to her seat she tapped the phone screen, before sitting down and taking a big sip of her drink.

"Need a drink after that," she said.

The phone whirred and issued its next command.

"Everyone: Who is most likely to be eliminated first in this game? On three, point at them."

One.

Glances darted around the room.

Two.

Three. And the fingers went up. End results:

Chris and Eric were pointing at Jess.

Everyone else was pointing at Chris.

"What!?!" Chris shouted. "Why me?" He looked primarily at Eddie, as if his opinion was the one he truly cared about.

"You were moaning your ass off when we started!" Eddie laughed.

Kiara leaned forward to read the rest of the instruction.

"Whoever got the most votes: Whoever you voted for is now your master for the next ten minutes. They can issue you up to three truths or dares."

"Ha!" laughed Jess, with a relish that was unfamiliar on her.

Chris looked at her with apprehension.

"First dare," she said. "Get naked."

Chris sighed, "I guess I knew that was coming."

Chris didn't put in as much flair into his undressing as the others had, but as he stood it became clear he had been hiding a raging hard on. He was about average size, but by god was it hard. You could chisel ice with that thing. The group cheered as he pulled down his underwear and sat back down, joining the ranks of the naked. Only Eric was still fully clothed now, and Kiara was topless.

"Yeah yeah," Chris said, looking a little moody. "I've got a small dick, I know."

He leaned over and tapped the screen.

"You really don't though, Chris," Nat said. "That's a nice cock you've got there."

The phone interrupted them.

"Kiara, I dare you to give Chris a handjob for two minutes."

"Woah hahahahaha," Eddie laughed.

Chris looked apprehensively over at Kiara.

Kiara smiled and rolled her eyes. "Okay, so shit's getting real here."

She looked over at Chris and asked "Do you mind?"

Chris looked nervous for a moment, but then a smile broke out on his face. "Go ahead."

He leaned back where he was sitting and Kiara kneeled in front of him. His cock was aimed up at her like a gun. She spat on her right palm and then reached out to grasp his cock. She wore a smirk on her face as she started stroking his cock.

"Just make sure you don't cum," she said.

"You think you could make me cum in two minutes?" he asked mockingly.

She pulled her hand off his cock for a moment and licked her palm to give it a bit more lubrication, before returning to her job..

"I don't know," she said. "But I don't want to take you out of the game just yet."

"Dad?" Nat asked.

What? She sounded different.

"Is everything okay?" She asked.

--

I reacted in an instant without thinking. I slammed the laptop closed instinctively and pulled my headphones off.

"Yes!" I replied, sitting up to face Nat who was carefully approaching my bed. I couldn't see her too well in the darkness of my room, especially after I had been staring at my screen, but I adjusted quickly enough to see the penny drop.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, bringing her hands up to her mouth. "I'm sorry."

She turned and ran out of the room.

"Fuck." I said. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck..."

I jumped out of bed and pulled on my boxer shorts hurriedly, before chasing after her.

"Nat!" I shouted, following her to her room without thinking. She had left the door open and was lying on her bed with her hands over her face.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She repeated

I could feel my face flushing red.

"Why are you sorry?" I asked. "I'm the one who should be sorry."

She was somewhere between laughter and tears. She pulled her hands away from her face and sat up. Her face was also red.

"Don't be sorry," she replied. "It's normal. It's natural!"

I couldn't help but burst out in laughter.

"That's my line!" I replied. "I'm supposed to say that."

We both laughed together. It was nervous laughter, but earnest and belly. It was the kind of laughter that couldn't be helped. I was so bizarre looking at her now. I had been so distracted by the panic that it hadn't occurred to me, but now I found myself just admiring her beauty.

"Jesus dad," she laughed again. "You're going to poke an eye out with that thing."

She was looking down at my cock which was still obviously rock hard, tenting up my boxer shorts.

"Oh god," I said, putting my hands over it sheepishly. "Anyway, I'm just going to go... then."

"Go and take care of it?" she asked, grinning. "Don't be so embarrassed, dad. Obviously it's fine. I know what sex is. It makes sense that you masturbate, especially when mom's gone. I just wasn't expecting to, you know, walk in on it. You left all the lights on downstairs so I wasn't sure if you'd gone to bed. Anyway, I'm tired. So I'm going to go to bed. I'll leave you to your own devices."

"Okay..." I replied, still kinda stunned that somehow she was being the mature one in all this. "I mean what else can I say."

"It's fine, I promise," she repeated.

"Okay," I replied, pausing for a long time though. "Goodnight sweetie."

I stood up to leave, she stood too. To my surprise, she threw her arms around me for a hug.

"Oh."

"Goodnight dad," she said, squeezing my tightly. "It's okay. I'm okay."

I was conscious of my hard cock pressing against her as she held me. If she felt it, and she must have, she made no sign. Instead she let go and smiled at me, before jumping back onto her bed and phone.

I walked back out and started putting the house to sleep, turning off the lights, on the alarm, and locking the doors. My mind was aflame. I was hoping that running through the nightly shut down and chores would help calm me and get my mind off things. At the very least, I hoped my hard-on would go away. But it did not. It was still there as I climbed into bed alone with my laptop next to me.

Work barely managed to distract me. Every few minutes, my daughter's naked form would flash in my mind. It might be the nude selfie I spied in her photos, or the seductive striptease she was forced to do in her modern truth or dare game. I forced myself to ignore it, but it was hard. It had been almost permanently hard since last night, when she had caught me jerking off. Despite her maintaining that it was all okay, I couldn't bring myself to finish the act. Instead I had spent the night restlessly tossing and turning and wrestling with myself.

Work was torture. I was tired. I was horny. I felt guilty and sick. I kept checking my phone, desperately wanting to go home but not wanting to look like I was leaving early.

Text from Nat:

Do you mind if Kiara comes around after school today? It's hot and she wants to swim. - Nat

Seeing her name made things even harder for me.

Of course. - Me

Thanks! Love you! Just let me know when you're on your way home - Nat

God, I don't think I'd ever be able to say no to her again. Jesus, get it together. You're just horny. You just need to clear the pipes and you'll be fine. Just go home and jerk off and you'll be back to normal.

The rest of the day dragged on in agony, until I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't have any meetings, or deadlines, so I packed my things to go. I had built enough good will to take an early Friday every now and again without attracting attention.

"Bye!" our front desk secretary called to me as I left. "Have a good weekend!"

I waved and tried to shuffle out as quickly as possible, using every schoolboy trick to hide the erection I had been sporting since morning. I only really relaxed once I had gotten to the parking lot and into my car. Safely confined in my air conditioned sedan on drive home, my apprehension was now turning to excitement. I could finish the video, and finish myself. Then I'd be good. This only grew as I pulled into my driveway and parked in the garage. I could barely contain myself, but was distracted hearing the music echoing around the house as I entered through the garage door. Synth pop melodies wafted through the air and all the back doors were open. It then struck me that Nat must be home already from school. My heart sank a little bit, knowing that could make it a bit more difficult for me to sneak away and jerk off. I wouldn't want her to catch me again, especially during the day when she might notice that I'm jerking off to one of her videos.

Sure enough, I saw the shapes of two girls laying on the lawn out by the pool. It must be her and Kiara. Okay, I should just go out and say hi and then tell them I need to do some work and we're all good, then I can sneak back into my room and finish.

I walked out onto our back lawn and towards the girls, instinctively looking down at the grass which needed to be mowed. I'd have to get to that. It grew so damn quickly this time of year.

"Hi Mr Roberts!" Kiara's voice greeted me.

"Hi girls," I replied.

"Oh my fucking god!" came Nat's voice, shrilly and in surprise.

In that exact same moment, my eyes and brain clicked into focus. I realized that they were both topless. Nat had reacted by sitting up with a start and covering herself with her hands. Kiara just lay on the ground, unfazed in her sunglasses. My eyes instinctually focused on her dark nipples bathing in the sunlight.

"Oh shit!" I replied, turning around. "I'm sorry!"

"I told you to let us know when you were coming home," Nat continued. "Why are you back so early?"

"I...." I stumbled a bit over my words. "I needed to do some work from home."

"Then go do it," she insisted.

"I'm sorry." I repeated as I started walking away. Fuck. What is wrong with me? Am I turning into a creepy old man? I could hear Kiara chastising Nat as I left.

"You don't have to be so rude to him," she said. "It's his own house. It's not his fault we're topless tanning."

"I don't want him gawking at your tits Ki," Nat replied.

"I don't mind." Kiara said quietly.

"I know you don't," Nat said even more quietly, I could barely hear her. "That makes it worse."

At that point the music drowned out their voices and I reentered the house. That interaction certainly didn't help matters for me. My cock was still straining against my pants. I reached down and readjusted it as I walked back to my bedroom. I locked the door, lay on the bed and opened my laptop. I stare at it for a moment before opening up iCloud.

I scroll through the pictures, past Nat's nude selfie and open up the video to find the spot that left me hanging the night before.

--

Kiara put her now lubricated palm back on Chris's cock.

"I don't know," she said. "But I don't want to take you out of the game just yet."

Chris moaned despite himself, putting his hands behind his head and laying on the floor as if he was suntanning.

"Ahhh this is the life," he said.

"Jesus, Chris," Nat sighed. "Only you could be an asshole even when you're getting a handjob."

"What?" he commented, but cut himself off as Kiarra fondled his balls. It was rough enough to startle him, but gentle enough not to hurt him.

"Chris," Jess said, out of nowhere. "Dare."

All attention shifted over to Jess. She was naked, they all were at this point, except Eric. Kiara still had her bottoms on too, now more apparent as she was stroking Chris' cock.

"Uhhhh..." Chris replied, with a moan. "Kinda busy here."

"Sing a song about Eddie's penis, until Kiara finishes," Jess completed her dare, with an uncharacteristic air of certainty.

No one said a thing for a moment, Kiara still stroking. Then everyone burst into laughter.

"What the fuck?" Chris asked, incredulous.

"You heard her," Kiara said, stopping her hand on his cock and looking at him expectantly. "Sing us a song."

Chris looked around for someone to back him up, but to no avail. Instead, everyone cackled maniacally and a few chants of "sing us a song" came out.

"Oh god," he said.

"Do it." Jess insisted.

"Uhhhhh," he mumbled, "Eddie's penis is biiiiiiig."

His singing was awful and hilarious. Kiara resumed her stroking, but the group had devolved into fits of giggles. Chris was clearly having difficulty being creative under the circumstances, and didn't have enough blood for both heads.

"It's soooo big, and so black," he continued awkwardly.

"Is that the tune of the star-spangled banner?" Eric called out within the laughter. Even Chris was smiling now.

He continued, now committing to the bit, "At the base of his knob, it's a big black ballsack!"

The alarm went off, and Kiara collapsed in laughter, letting go of Chris's cock, which seemed to be losing its rock-hard edge.

"I'm going to make that my theme-song," Eddie said.

"You ha ha fucking bitch Jess," Chris choked through his laughter.

"Be careful," she replied. "I've still got one dare left."

The laughter subsided as everyone repositioned themselves back into the circle and took a few sips of their drink. It seemed to disarm the group somewhat. Jess, who had been half hiding herself, now adopted an open body posture. Even Chris seemed more relaxed, despite the ode to cock he had just finished singing.

"Oh," Kiara exclaimed. "I almost forgot."

She reached forwards and tapped the screen. The wheel spun and it announced its next victim.

"Eric," it displayed. "Choose any girl in the room. Make out with her for 3 minutes."

"What!?!" moaned Chris. "You get the best dares!"

"Dude, you literally just got a hand job," Eric replied.

"Shhhhhh Chris," Kiara hissed. "Eric has to choose now."

The room fell silent, layering pressure onto Eric's shoulders. HIs eyes darted from girl to girl, each of whom tried to look as casual as possible. Well, except Kiara, who was pouting playfully.

"Ummmmm," he wondered loudly and obviously.

"Just come on already!" shouted Eddie.

Eric's eyes fixed on someone, "Nat."

Nat smiled at him, fluttering her eyelashes.

"No surprise there," moaned Chris.

Nat beckoned Eric towards her. He obeyed, walking over. She didn't rise to meet him so he knelt next to her. He hesitated for a moment, as she stared at him. He stared back.

"Fucking do it!" called Kiara.

They both smiled and lunged in, smooshing their faces together clumsily at first. Cheers erupted from their audience as their kiss evolved into a make out session. Nat pulled Eric towards her and fell backwards. Eric followed the kiss, crawling on top of her, their tongues wrestling each others'. Everyone else watched on as hands started to roam between the kissing couple.

"What are we all supposed to do?" asked Chris.

Kiara leaned forwards to look at the phone. The time was barely 30 seconds.

"We can't do another round until they're finished," Kiara said.

"Chris," interrupted Jess. "I have your final dare."

"Ohhhh good timing!" Kiara said in delight.

"Okay," said Chris with a sigh. "Go ahead. Lay it on me."

"I dare you to make Kiara cum using only your mouth," she said. "Before Nat and Eric finish."

"What!?!" exclaimed Chris.

Kiara laughed.

"You heard me," Jess said.

"You're running out of time," said Kiara. She was sitting cross legged on the floor now, but spread them out invitingly.

"Jesus Christ," Chris said as he crawled towards Kiara. He reached forward to her, clearly intending to pull off her panties down.

"No no no," Jess said. "Only your mouth remember?"

"Ahh fuck."

"Only two minutes," Jess said.

Chris laughed despite his visible panic. He leaned forwards on his hands and knees face forward towards her crotch. He tried to gently use his teeth to bite her panties and pull them off. His teeth slipped off. Kiara was giggling. His next try he managed to get a firm hold and succeeded in pulling her panties down. She brought her legs together and used her hands to help him get them down past her knees and eventually her feet. She leaned back and spread her legs, giving him a far easier approach. She was hairless, freshly waxed, with a pussy that hid its lips.

Jess cheered him on as he attacked it furiously with his tongue.

"Woah there tiger..." Kiara moaned. "Eaaaasy."

--

Knock. Knock.

I pulled off my headphones and listened again.

Knock. Knock.

Fuck fuck fuck. I hit the spacebar and pulled up my boxer shorts.

"I'm coming!" I called, trying to figure out what to do with my raging hard-on. I settled on pulling on my jeans, zipping them up, but not doing the button, then tucking my erection to the side. It... didn't really work. God, was I a fourteen year old again?

I unlocked and opened the door, still topless despite my jeans. It was Nat. She was in her bikini still and looking at me suspiciously.

"Is everything okay?" She asked.

I rubbed my eyes as if I was sleepy.

"I was just taking a nap." I replied. "What's up sweetie?"

She looked down, a bit shyly. "I wanted to apologize." She said, "for snapping at you earlier."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She puckered her lips and shifted her weight.

"When you came outside and I shouted at you," she said. "You didn't know we were naked. You were just walking around in your own home. I shouldn't have shouted."

I laughed in surprise.

"Oh," I replied. "That's okay. I get it. I mean I was embarrassed too. It's fine though."

"Well, I'm sorry anyway," she continued. "It won't happen again. You should be able to explore your own house without worrying about me and my friends walking around naked."

"I mean, I really don't mind," I say, still somewhat bemused. "Don't let me stop you if you want to walk around naked."

She squinted at me. "What? Are you trying to convince me to have my naked friends swanning around the house for you to ogle."

I rubbed my eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not being weird or anything. I'm just saying that you're welcome to do whatever you're comfortable with."

"Well why aren't you walking around the house naked, if you're so comfortable with it," she asked, folding her arms.

I laughed. "I wouldn't want to subject you and your friends to my middle aged body wobbling around openly."

"Well, don't let me stop you if you want to walk around naked," she replied, in the gotcha way of smart-ass teenagers.

We stared at each other for a moment in mock outrage, before awkwardly laughing.

"Apology accepted," I said.

"Ha," she laughed sarcastically. "Well I'll let you get back to... um whatever it is that you were doing."

"I was napping," I replied quickly.

"Sure," she says with a smile. "Like you were napping last night."

I felt the flush on my cheeks upon being called out for it.

"How many times are you going to use that against me?" I said, my shame rehashed.

She smiled back playfully, "I mean at least five more times. At least."

I frowned animatedly, "I guess I can take that."

"I mean I hope you weren't up here jerking off a few minutes after catching Kiara and I topless tanning," she said through a faux-grimace expression.

I felt the flush up my neck.

"Any-way," she said too, instantly regretting that. "Ki and I were wondering if we could use the hot-tub?"

"Of course," I answered quickly.

"Could you... set it up for us?" she asked with overplayed kitten eyes. "Please!"

I laughed, "yeah, sure," and started begrudgingly making my way there. My erection hadn't really subsided, what with Nat in her bikini ahead of me. We passed by Ki as we went down the stairs. Her eyes darted me up and down and I wondered if she noticed.

"Dad's getting the hot-tub ready for us," Nat said as we passed.

"Nice," She replied. "Thanks Daddy!"

I chuckled.

I had shown Nat how to turn-on and set-up the hot-tub at least three times at this point. She really should have known, but everytime I explained it I could see her eyes glazing over. I didn't even bother anymore. I went over to the pump, turned on the hot-tube switch and started running through the set-up.

"Thaaaaanks!" Nat said. "What would I do without you?"

I was feeling the water to confirm that it was, in fact, heating up.

"Well," I replied, "you'd just have to suffer the absolute poverty of not having a hot tub. Or you'd have to figure out how to turn it on yourself. I mean talk about a rock and a hard place."

"What could be worse?" she laughed.

"It'll take some time before it gets hot enough," I said, "but it's turned on now."

"That's what she said!" Nat blurted out.

"What!?!" I replied in disbelief. "Did you just quote Michael Scott to me?"

"It's a TikTok thing..." she said, although a bit embarrassed.

"No it isn't." I laughed, getting up from the hot-tub. "You kids..."

"Whatever..." she shrugged. "You can go now."

The hot-tub was in the indoor-outdoor section of our house. I had always wanted one, and really splashed out to get it. Go figure, Nat ended up using far more often than I did.

"What are you two up to this evening then?" I asked as I stood to leave. "Besides hot-tubbing."

"Dunno," she replied, running her hand along the surface of the water. "Maybe we'll go out. More likely we'll just stay home and watch a movie. Why?"

"Just curious if you need dinner."

"Probably, yeah," she replied. "You're welcome to hang out with us if you want? Maybe we can all watch a movie together?"

"Sure," I say. "I'll make you guys dinner then too."

"Perfect," she said, smiling sweetly.

I stood and started heading back upstairs, towards my room.

"Enjoy your... nap!" Nat called with a tone of mocking.

"I will." I called back as I walked back upstairs, down the hall and turned into my room. I stopped dead in my tracks. It took me a few full seconds to even register. My laptop was still open, lying where I left it in the dark room, but bathed in its light was Kiara. Her mouth was gaping open and covered by her hand.

"What..." I uttered.

I just stood, dumbfounded in the doorway and stared at her. She stared back at me. It felt like an eternity, but it must have only been a few seconds. The entire contents of my body, my insides and gut, felt like they had just collapsed inwards and disappeared. It was all replaced by the loud hissing in my ears and the flush up the back of my neck.

"What the fuck?" she asked, clicking the spacebar.

"I can explain," I said, not able to think of anything besides a cliche. "It's not what it looks like."

She looked at me with an expression I had never seen on Kiara's face before. It was pure shock. I don't even think other emotions had time to fester yet.

"How did you get this?" she asked.

"Nat accidentally synced her phone to my laptop," I said quickly. "I swear."

I was still standing in the doorway, frozen. I couldn't believe it. Fuck! Fuck!

She stood from the bed, shaking her head and started towards the door.

"I promise," I said, as she walked past me out of the room. I considered stopping her, but decided that grabbing her would probably make the situation worse.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Fuck!

I walked over and checked the laptop. Still paused. There was no confusion. It was clear what the video was. The only saving grace was that it was loaded in the iCloud player, which supported my argument. Not that it fucking mattered. Fuck! How could I do this? I was such an idiot. I should have just unsynced the iCloud as soon as I noticed. What sick fucking pervert am I?

Fuck!

I started pacing in the room, thinking about what to do, chastising myself, freaking out over what would happen next. She's definitely going to tell Nat. Obviously. How would she react? Would she ever forgive me? Would she ever trust me? My wife? Oh my god, what would Jessica say? Would she tell the police? Am I going to jail? Is my life ruined? I needed to talk to Kiara, to stop her. But I also didn't want to scare her. Fuck. I had to do something though.

I closed my laptop and made my way downstairs, my heart going absolutely mad in my chest. I felt like I was walking downstairs into my own trial, as if Kiara was going to be sitting as a judge, banging her gavel. Nat would be in the jury box, with my wife, friends, colleagues.

"This sick bastard has been accused of spying on his own daughter and her friends, jerking off over a video of them," Kiara would announce. "How do you find him?"

"Guilty!" They all would shout.

I creeped down, and could see Nat already getting in the hot tub, wearing the same bikini from the video. Kiara wasn't with her. She smiled as she saw me, so clearly Kiara hadn't said anything to her yet. Thank god.

"How is it?" I asked her, walking over to the tub.

"Great!" She beamed back.

"Where's Kiara?" I asked.

"Getting changed," Nat replied, wafting around in the water. She hadn't tied up her hair so it was wet and tossed back. Kiara chose that moment to round the corner in her bikini, towel over her shoulder. Her eyes made contact with mine for a second, but then she smiled at Nat as she dropped her towel on a chair and stepped into the hot tub.

"Ohhhh," she moaned as she slid in.

If I didn't know better, I would not have noticed anything different about her. She clearly hadn't told Nat, and she didn't seem to be as traumatized as I thought. That was good, right? I was trying not to get my hopes up. Kiara's hair was up and she avoided getting it wet as she took her seat next to Nat.

"That's great," she said. "I wish my dad loved me so much to get me one of these."

I didn't quite know how to react to that.

"It's not mine," said Nat, splashing water casually at Ki. "My dad got it for himself. Midlife crisis or whatever."

"I'm right here, you know," I piped up exasperatedly.

"You know I'm joking," she replied with a smile.

"Are you going to join us, Mr Roberts." Kiara asked, still sporting an unreadable smile.

"What?" I replied. "No, I'm sure you don't two don't want that.""Don't be weird, join us," Nat said, with an earnestness different from Kiara's. "You wanted this tub for so long and you like never get to use it."

"Indulge that midlife crisis," Kiara crooned mockingly. "I mean it's less weird than you just sitting there watching us, right?"

Nat scowled at her, "okay now you're the one being weird."

I had a nasty feeling that I hadn't escaped quite as easily as I had hoped. Kiara was up to something.

"Fine," I said. "I'll join you. Let me go get my trunks."

"You know what would also be great," Kiara chirped as I turned to head back upstairs. "If you open a bottle of wine with us?"

Nat looked gobsmacked. Obviously they drank, but they weren't old enough, legally. The audacity of Kiara to ask me to grab them wine must have seemed ludicrous to her. I laughed as I left, but my predicament dawned on me. Kiara was going to blackmail me. Nothing serious, at least I hope. But now she'd own me if I let her. I didn't expect her to be so conniving. She seemed traumatized when she confronted me. How quickly did she pivot into these machiavellian machinations? Maybe I'm imagining it. Maybe I'm not.

It's not going to just be the wine, is it? If I actually do it.

But what if I don't?

As I come back from my bedroom, now in my swim trunks, I swing past the kitchen to grab three glasses, a corkscrew and a bottle of wine. For the moment, I just need to keep her happy. The longer she waits to tell Nat, if she plans to tell Nat, the better. If all it takes is letting her drink, I can deal with that. I drank at eighteen. Everyone in Europe drinks before eighteen.

Kiara cheered as I came around the corner with the bottle and three glasses..

"What?" Nat laughed in incredulity. "No way?"

"Why not?" I said. "This would be entirely normal in Europe, right?"

"Yeah, Nat," Kiara said. "Since when were you a puriteen? I mean, you were tanning like a European earlier."

Nat snorted with laughter. "Eeeejbol! No cap."

"What?" I asked as I was opening the wine and pouring the glasses. "What are you even saying?"

"God you are old," Kiara replied. "It's slang."

"But don't worry," Nat chipped in. "We're using it ironically. We don't really talk like that."

"... okay." I said, passing them their glasses and stepping into the jacuzzi with them. "What does it even mean?"

I was happy to have the conversation flow in any direction, as long as it was going to distract Kiara.

"Nat was making fun of me for using the word puriteen," Kiara said, "because we both think it's kinda stupid."

"You mean puritan?" I asked.

"Well, yeah," Nat insisted, "but a young person, so a teen. It's a portmanteau."

"Oh I get it," I said sarcastically. "Genius."

"Okay boomer," Nat said, splashing water at me. "Don't take your midlife crisis out on us!"

Kiara held her glass up to cheers, and to break up the faux fighting. Nat and I stopped and returned the gesture. Kiara looked back and forth between us as she spoke. This made it feel awkwardly like a toast to the bride and groom. This wasn't the vibe I was going for.

"Cheers to you Mr Roberts," she said, her smile opaque with intent. "You've always watched over us, kept your eye on us. I just think it's great that you see us as adults, you know?"

"Why are you being so weird?" Nat asked, creasing her eyebrows into a frown.

"Cheers to Kiara being weird," I replied.

I hold out my glass to the center to change the subject. The girls did the same.

--

The first bottle of wine didn't take long to get through, between the three of us. By the end of it, I was feeling less anxious, the threat of being outed kept temporarily slipping from my mind. Nat and Kiara were both getting noticeably more intoxicated. I was handling it better than them, understandable as a fully grown adult man. Kiara still made jibes every now and again, but didn't seem to really commit to anything, thankfully.

"I need to pee!" Nat announced, as if everyone had been waiting in bated breath for this news.

"Well don't you dare pee in here!" Kiara snapped back.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Nat said, standing to step out of the hot tub.

I caught myself watching her as she left, forcing myself to pull my eyes away. Kiara stared at me with her evil grin, clearly noticing where I was watching. Oh shit, I realized, now it's going to be just Kiara and myself. Nat wrapped herself with a towel, and left us with a "Now you two be good while I'm gone."

Kiara and stared at each other in silence for a moment. Each waiting for the other to make the first move. After a few seconds, she spoke.

"So tell me what happened," she said, "the whole truth. No lies."

I decided that the only way out was through.

"Nat used my laptop to charge her phone," I said, "and she accidentally synced to my computer. I only realized later. I shouldn't have, but I looked at some of her photos, and that's when I stumbled on the video."

It was quiet except for the bubbling of the hot tub.

"I promise you that's what happened. It was an accident."

I could see Kiara sizing me up. Her mouth was chewing on itself.

"But of course, you watched the video," she asked. "You didn't stop. And you jerked off to it."

"I didn't watch the whole thing..." I replied.

"But you jerked off to it," she asked again.

"Yes." I said.

She nodded. It was impossible to know what she was thinking, whether I'd made the right call or not.

"What part made you cum?" she asked.

"What?" I replied, pretty sure I misheard her.

"What part made you cum?" she asked again, deadpan. "I'm just curious."

"I didn't finish."

"Oh..."

Over the simmering of the hot tub, we heard Nat approach. She rounded the corner with her hand tightly around the neck of another bottle of wine.

"Heeeey!" Kiara called. "She's got the right idea."

Nat looked at me, with those eyes. It was a look she had honed over years. The first man a girl learns to manipulate is her father.

"Sure," I said, desperately trying to act casual after my grilling from Kiara. "Why not?"

Kiara and her cheered again and Nat proceeded to refill our glasses.

"So what were you two talking about?" she asked, while sliding into the hot tub next to me. "Not about me I hope."

"We were actually," Kiara said, grinning, "your dad was just talking about how much he admired you. But he didn't finish."

Nat almost blushed, "pssssh," she replied. She sank back with her wine and took a big swig.

It was clear that Kiara was looking to have fun with this situation, but I was starting to pick up a slur in both their words and a slowness in both their actions. They were getting drunk. This was not entirely unexpected as they were gulping down a second bottle of wine sitting in a hot tub. Was this a good thing or bad thing though? If Kiara drank enough, maybe she'd just kinda forget the whole thing, but, it could make her bolder and more clumsy with her games.

"I mean..." Kiara continued, "he was certainly admiring you earlier."

My heart sank. Nat shot Ki a dirty look.

"Jesus Ki," she said, "you are a menace today. Anyway I talked to him about it earlier and he said that he really doesn't mind if me and my friends walk around the house naked all the time."

Nat looked at me sticking her tongue out.

"Oh I'm sure," Kiara chimed in.

I opened my mouth in mock offense. "First you two are all - let's be European about this - and now you're ganging up on me for just walking through my own home."

Nat narrowed her eyes on me.

"Do European families really just walk around naked in front of each other?" She asked, "that doesn't sound like an actual thing."

"It is," I shrugged. "At least in France when I went on exchange there."

"You went on exchange to France?" Kiara asked, taken aback.

"He did!" Nat chimed in, "before he met mom. About... my age?"

She looked at me, asking with her expression.

"Yup," I replied, sipping on my wine casually. "For a year."

"With a naked family?" Kiara asked.

I laughed. How did we end up here?

"No," I said, "they weren't nudists or anything. Well mostly. But it was a culture shock for me how much more open they were about nudity than us here in America. They would tan topless on the beach. Sometimes they would walk around the house naked. It wouldn't be super weird to shower together. Within a few weeks I got used to it though."

"Yes," Kiara smirked, "I'm sure teenage you loved it."

"You never told me about that part?" Nat asked, already finishing her glass of wine. She pulled herself up onto the side of the hot tub, grabbed the bottle of wine and topped us all up. I caught my own gaze drifting over her body and looked away, only to find Kiara's smirk again. Her eyebrow was raised at me. Damn her.

"I'm jealous," Kiara went on. "My dad is Japanese, you know, so super conservative. My mom's not too different. So no nudity in our household."

"I mean I don't think mom would be too much of a fan of it here either," Nat said, "even if dad is cool."

I stayed quiet sipping my wine, feeling like they had almost forgotten I was here. I had never exactly been a prude with Natalie, but I had never experienced her being so comfortable talking like this in front of me. Perhaps it was Kiara's influence. She seemed to be the instigator of things, based on tonight and what I saw in the video. I wondered if this was new or whether it had been going on awhile. The video was pretty recent, but it didn't look like that was their first time.

"Well your mom's not here now," Kiara said, reaching behind herself, "so it sounds like everyone here is clearly fine with nudity."

This snapped me back to attention.

"What?" Nat asked.

Kiara pulled the strings of her bikini top with one hand, but held it in place with the other without letting it drop.

"I mean your dad's already said it's cool if we're naked," she said, "and you've seen me naked tons of times so I don't see why it would be a problem, right?"

I remained quiet, sipping on my wine.

"Ki..." Nat said, with uncharacteristic uncertainty, "don't be weird."

"I thought you liked me being weird?" Kiara replied.

The two stared at each other for a moment, having some sort of stand-off I didn't understand. Nat eventually just shrugged and took a sip of her wine again.

"Sure," she said, her shoulders dropping as she looked over at me. "Please excuse her, she does anything for attention."

Kiara smiled and lowered her hand, dropping her bikini top with it. My eyes darted to her breasts: small, pert and dark-nippled

"I mean it's not like I've got much there anyway," Kiara said, bringing her hand up and gently squeezing one.

"Oh shush," Nat hissed, the blush creeping up her cheeks again, "stop fishing for compliments."

Unsurprisingly, I couldn't help my reaction. My cock hardened, and the back of my throat went dry. I forced myself to stop staring at her tits, but my body was rebelling against me. Days of essentially edging had taken their toll.

"I mean it's true," Kiara replied, "I'm okay with it, but I've got small boobs. You're far better endowed."

I took another sip of my wine, noticing that it was the last of my glass. I reached over and grabbed the bottle to refill. I emptied it in my glass.

Nat laughed at me, "it looks like we're boring my dad with our conversation about boobs."

"Don't mind me," I reply, "I'm not getting involved in this."

"Well, if you're not getting involved," Kiara said, "then how about getting more wine?"

"Something we can agree on," said Nat, downing her glass and shaking it at me.

Oh shit. I was very cognisant of the fact that if I moved out of the water, it would be noticeably clear that I was hard.

"Me?" I replied, in mock outrage, "I'm old. I think it's Kiara's turn. She hasn't gone yet."

"I can't go!" Kiara moaned, "I don't know what wine I can take."

"Come on dad." Nat said. "Please?"

"Fine," I caved, "fine."

Fuck it. I pulled myself up and out to sit on the side, then swung my legs over to face the opposite direction and got out of the hot tub. I wasn't sure if they noticed or not, but it was the best I could do. I grabbed a towel to go inside. I could hear them giggling behind me, but chose to ignore it. I was rock hard, not hiding it really. Walking back out, it would be obvious. I might need to wait here a bit for it to calm down.

I paced around for a bit, casually looking at my different bottles of wine. It doesn't really work, my cock doesn't soften at all. I grabbed one of my cheapest bottles and hovered around the doorway before walking out to them. My balance was a little off. The wine was definitely taking its effect. The girls were surely further gone than me. It took me a few seconds to remember why I wanted that. The video. If anything, Kiara certainly seemed distracted. I peeked out to see if I could spy on the two of them, maybe eavesdrop.

Kiara had moved close to Nat, very close. She was whispering into Nat's ear. Shit. My heart dropped. I left them alone, idiot!

I started to move out to interrupt, but quickly realized my mistake. They weren't whispering, they were making out. I couldn't see their faces, just the back of Kiara's head, but I recognized it at once. Nat's hands were gripping on Kiara's back. Kiara's had dipped under the bubbles of the water.

Once again, I found myself a voyeur of my daughter. My mouth hung open and I unconsciously dropped my hand to my crotch, rubbing myself.

Nat's one eye caught me around the side of Kiara's head, and she froze. I held up the bottle of wine as they disentangled to face me. I tried to just carry on as if nothing had happened, grabbing the bottle opener and starting on the bottle of wine.

"Do you need a hand?" Kiara said, barely stifling a giggle. "It looks hard. Wouldn't want you to pop and spray all over us."

"It's red wine, not champagne," I replied without even thinking. "It's older, it takes its time to hit you."

They both burst into laughter unexpectedly. I couldn't help but join them. It was nervous laughter, but warm. All of us were on the verge of our good senses, halfway between comfort and discomfort. Reckless enough to say the bad thing, aware enough to question whether we should have. I reached over and refilled all our glasses.

"I have a proposal," announced Kiara as she grabbed her glass and moved up to sit on the side of the hot tub. My eyes kept darting down to her tits, beaded with water droplets. I stepped back into the hot tub and sat to finally hide my strained swimsuit.

"Color me surprised," commented Nat.

"Hear me out," she said, putting jazz hands out in front of her face. "Skinny dipping."

"You're halfway there already!" Nat snapped back.

"Exactly," Kiara said, smiling. She took a deep sip of her wine and placed it down next to her. "And I think it's time you both put your money where your mouth is. You both talk a big game about being all European and nakedness being fine, but when the chips are down, you both are too shy."

She grinned as she reached down to her bikini bottoms, swiftly pulling them down while shifting her ass to let them fall into the hot tub. Her legs mostly hid her snatch, but I could see that she was waxed clean.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Jesus Ki." Nat muttered again.

Kiara looked pleased with herself as she picked up her drink again and drank deeply, now sitting completely naked on the site

"Your turn," she said.

"Really?" Nat said, crossing her arms. "You think that's going to convince me."

"Fuck it," I said. I stood up, reached down and slid down my swimming trunks. My cock sprang up as I pulled them off. I quickly sat back down and kicked them off into the hot tube.

Kiara gasped and covered her mouth in complete surprise. Nat was completely dumbfounded. I realized quickly and the horror dawned upon me. What the fuck did I just do?

"Wooooo!" cheered Kiara. "That's the spirit! See Nat."

Nat let out a laugh of disbelief as she looked at me.

"Dad?" she asked, with a bemused smile. "What the fuck?"

I shrugged. "Come on," I said. "You know she's not going to shut up about it otherwise."

Nat sighed. Her face had grown red, but I could see that she was about to concede.

"God, okay fine," she said, chuckling with exasperation. "Jesus."

She reached behind herself to untie her bikini top. I stared at her, dumbfounded at what was happening, as she pulled it off and to the side. My eyes fixed on her. She was even more beautiful than she looked in the video. Each firm breast dotted with her nipple studs. She dropped her bikini top, stood and started sliding down her bottoms. Kiara cheered and hollered like a man at a strip-club, taking big gulps of wine, while Nat tossed her bottoms with her tops.

"Ta-da," she said. "Happy now?"

She grabbed her boobs and squeezed them, instantly stiffening my cock, before she sat back down in the hot tub and helped herself to the rest of her wine. Fuck, I felt like I was going to burst. I tried to calm down. I took a big swig, as both the girls had done.

"Much better," Kiara announced. "What do you think? Mister Roberts?"

"Way more comfortable," I laughed. "Nothing uncomfortable about this at all."

"So much for mister european nudity," Nat stuck her tongue out at me. "I get naked and suddenly you get all awkward."

"I mean, you shouldn't be so awkward, it's not the first time you're seeing her naked, right?" Kiara piped up.

"What do you mean?" I snapped back quickly, feeling the heat on my neck.

Kiara had that wicked smile on her face. "I mean, you raised her," she said, laughing, "you must have seen her naked a lot."

"As a kid yeah," I replied, "but clearly she's grown since then."

"Clearly," said Kiara, sipping her wine, "I think the nipple piercings are new."

"No," I joked back, "she was born with those."

"Okay!" Nat interjected. "Okay, can we stop talking about my nipples now."

As the hot tub banter continued, I found myself enjoying the anxiety and tension of it all. Perhaps it was the alcohol, which was having the desired effect. Not just on Kiara, who now seemed more intent on teasing me than anything, but also on myself. Between the hot tub, the throbbing cock and the booze, I was feeling spicy. I hadn't felt this alive since I was in college or high school. Before long, we had finished the next bottle. As an instinct from an era long gone, I reached my finger up to my nose.

"What on earth are you doing?" Nat asked, looking at me quizzically.

"It means 'nix', like in 'not it,'" I said, chuckling.

"What?"

"Basically the last one to put their finger on their nose has to go get the next bottle," I continued explaining, realizing that this must not be a thing anymore.

Nat quickly put her finger up to her nose.

"What!?!" Kiara cried in shock. "That's not a thing."

"It's a thing," said Nat, laughing.

"Definitely a thing," I agreed, nodding my head gravely.

"Fuck you guys," Kiara said, sticking her tongue out. She raised herself up out of the hot tub. I stared at her body as the water rolled off. I caught myself, realizing that my stares were probably becoming obvious now.

"Family sticks together," Nat chided, in a faux-Vin Diesel voice. It's a rare reference we share, testament to the fact that the Fast and the Furious franchise was over 20 years old. Nat reached out to me for a fist bump and I didn't leave her hanging. It took a moment for us both to realize we were now alone together, sitting naked in the hot tub. We smiled at each other, but didn't say anything for a few moments.

"It's been fun," Nat said quietly, after a while had passed, "these last few days."

"Since your mom's been gone?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied, "the house just feels a lot more, um more relaxed. Mom rides me about everything, and treats me like a child. You, well, I mean mom would never let this happen."She laughed; I joined in. She was slurring her words, I was too.

"This, with you, no," I replied, "nooooo, but she wasn't exactly a puriteen either, when she was younger. I mean, that's how we had you."

"She was around my age, when she had me?" she asked.

"Yup," I took a big sip of wine, "so wear a condom."

She made a fake shocked face, "what makes you think I'm sexually active? I'm a virgin, daddy."

My cock twitched as she called me daddy. I didn't even know that was a thing for me.

"Sure sure."

"I'm not an idiot, I'm on the pill."

"That's not 100% effective." I replied.

"How much sex do you think I'm having?"

Kiara chose that moment to appear in the doorway, holding a tequila bottle and shot glasses. She'd clearly heard the end of the conversation.

"Don't worry Mr Roberts," she contributed, "Nat's favorite kind of sex can't get you pregnant."

"Ki!" Nat shouted. Her face instantly flushed with embarrassment.

"What?" I replied, clearly not thinking quickly.

There was silence for the moment as Nat glared at Kiara with her mouth agape.

Kiara playfully whispered, "she likes it in the other hole."

"Jesus Christ Ki," Nat shouted, beet-red.

Kiara placed the shot glasses down next to the hot tub and started clumsily pouring the tequila. Much of the contents spilled around the glasses and into the pool.

"What?" Kiara said, "There are no secrets over tequila shots."

"You bitch," Nat said, although smiling a bit. "She's joking, dad."

"Sure, I am," Kiara replied. "Anyway, it's time to drink up."

Kiara sat down next to me on the side of the hot tub, picking up her tequila. Nat glided over to collect hers too, sliding over my legs as she moved to wedge in between us. I could feel her bare skin against mine. She shimmied in next to me and raised her shot glass.

"To you, mister Roberts," Kiara said, "and seeing each other in a whole new light."

"Heh," I muttered.

We all drank. That was about the point where the night swam from my memory.

--

I opened my eyes to darkness and pain. My mouth was dry and my lips chapped; my head was slowly crushing my brain. Fragments of the night criss-crossed my mind like traffic on a highway, with the accompanying cacophony.

It took a moment to register; I got too drunk and blacked out. What was I doing? I was hanging out with Nat and Kiara... oh god, were we all naked in the hot tub? Anxiety flooded through my system, competing with nausea, a headache and all sorts of other aches. I sat up and looked around the room. It was my room, and my bed. I was still naked. Jesus, what did I do?

The black was giving way to grayscale as my eyes adjusted. The sheets were wrapped up around themselves and the two bodies beside me. It took me a few moments to recognize them. Nat and Kiara, both naked. Oh my god. They were still asleep, Kiara on her back and Nat curled up next to her.

As quietly as possible, I grabbed some clothes and snuck out of the room, to the bathroom down the hall. Two Tylenol, brush teeth, shower, all the things to reclaim my humanity for a moment. Meanwhile my brain was inflamed with questions. What happened last night? Once clean and dressed, I made my way downstairs. The view lent some evidence to the "we got fucking drunk." theory. I hadn't tidied or locked up at all. The lounge was a mess. Puddles of water on the floor. The hot tub was still on, surrounded on all flanks by empty bottles of wine, and an empty bottle of tequila. That explained a lot.

I engaged auto-pilot, my brain still functioning a time-zone behind, making coffee and cleaning. It helped me not think about anything. I didn't want to think about anything. I just wanted to make things normal so that nothing bad happened last night. I even started making breakfast once I had finished putting the house the right way up again. The sun was starting to rise outside.

It was joined by my daughter and her friend.

They tentatively descended the stairs. Both were wearing some of Nat's oversized t-shirts. Both looked more than a little worse for wear.

"Morning!" I announced, like I was the presenter of some children's morning show, "how are you two feeling?"

"Urrrrrgh," both groaned.

Their hair was ruffled, clearly neither had dried it before going to sleep.

"Want some breakfast?" I asked, trying to keep my voice chipper. The drugs had mostly taken care of my headache, but the hangiety lingered. "I'm making banana pancakes."

"Will that make it better or make me throw up?" Nat moaned, but nevertheless sat down at the kitchen counter.

"Only one way to find out." I said and placed two plates down next to one another. Kiara silently sat down as well. I returned with the pancakes and slid them down onto the plates

"How are you so sparky this morning?" Nat grumbled, picking up a fork and poking at a pancake.

"Experience," I replied, as coolly as possible, "how much do you two remember from last night?"

There were a few moments of silence, awkward silence, as the girls started eating their pancakes.

"Honestly," she said, "not much... ummm..."

She went a bit red.

"I do remember the hot tub... ummmm"

"Do you remember the tequila?"

"There was tequila?" Nat mumbled, "oh god, that makes sense. Kiara?"

"What makes you think that was me?" Kiara replied, without her usual gusto.

Nat looked at me with a question mark. I nodded. "It was Kiara."

"Fuck," she said.

"Listen, dad," Nat said, with a sudden earnestness, "I'm really sorry."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"About last night," she went on. "I don't quite know what we did, but..."

"You got drunk and passed out in my bed. I slept on the couch," I said in the most calming and soothing voice I possibly could. "You have nothing to be sorry about. If anything, I shouldn't have let it happen."

Nat stared up at me like a tiny fawn.

"No harm, no foul," I continued. "Nothing to worry about at all."

She smiled weakly. I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.

"I'm going to go clean up my room after you two," I said. "Just nurse your hangovers and relax. You'll be okay."

I left the broken teenage girls in their own misery and returned to my room. I was feeling positively buoyant, despite my own hangover. Did it work? Was I in the clear? Kiara seemed like she especially couldn't remember a thing. I would have felt bad for them both, if I wasn't so relieved. Although... I was trying not to think about the fact that I couldn't remember either. Things had gone so close to going horribly wrong last night. What was wrong with me?

I'm going to go onto my computer and disconnect from her iCloud as soon as I get into my room. I'll pretend this never happened and things will go back to normal.

I flicked on the lightswitch. The bedroom was in disarray. The bed was unmade, pillow on the floor, one of the fitted sheets pulled up over the corner. My laptop was laying unceremoniously on the floor, next to a wet towel. God we were pigs. I closed and locked the door.

I grabbed the laptop and sat on my bed to log in, happy to finally put this behind me. Everything refreshes as I open the Photos app, so I thankfully don't enter halfway through the video I was previously watching. That's going to make things easier, but...

She's taken more pictures since I last looked. I can tell because they come up first in the feed. They're from last night. They took a second before their thumbnails were loaded.

The older ones loaded first, they're of us in the hot tub. Nat and Kiara were sitting on either side of me, all of us naked. I remembered that, although not taking the photo. My arm was the one outstretched. It seemed so weird seeing it now, like I was looking at a dream I had. We were clearly drunk, wide eyed and flushed. The most recent ones were darker and harder to distinguish. They seemed to... oh god they seemed to be in the bedroom The last one was a video.

My eyes go wide, as I open it, knowing I'm about to find out what actually happened last night.