'Where the hell did dad go?' thought Jenna. It was seven thirty and she was supposed to hang with her friends at Becky's tonight. She wanted to tell him that her homework was done so she could take a shower and get the hell over there before everyone showed up at Becky's. Even though Jenna just started college, she still lived at home with her dad. Her mom passed away three years ago and with no brothers or sisters, they both needed some emotional support, besides that, college was close and rent was free. Unfortunately, her dad still wanted to know where she was all the time. It would have been easier if she had lived on campus but she really didn't mind him knowing where she was and she liked living at home. They had always been a close-knit family. Of course, being an only child meant that right now, there wasn't anyone around that she could tell that she was leaving.
Her dad had come home from working a double shift and was exhausted so Jenna figured that he'd gone to bed and was asleep. He was a really sound sleeper and working a double meant that he was probably out cold, in his bed. "Fuck it! I'm just going to get washed up and take off. He can't get pissed at me. I did what I needed to do, and I told him I was going," Jenna muttered under her breath.
Although there was little chance he would hear anything, she tiptoed quietly upstairs and into her room, trying not to wake him. Taking her clothes off and throwing a robe on, she headed back out for the bathroom, which was further on down the hall, just past her dad's bedroom. As she got down the hall, Jenna heard some crappy 80's music playing in the bathroom and figured her dad must have left the radio on. She huffed quietly and went in, undoing her robe and taking it off as she entered. She hung her robe on the back of the door and turned around. Instantly, she froze, because there was her father, soaking in the tub, naked and sleeping. She was naked too now, so she quickly yanked her robe off the door and held it in front of her.
Shocked for a moment and afraid that he might wake up and see her, she stood there. Jenna knew that she had made noise when she came in, but he still wasn't moving. 'Shit, is he dead or something?' she thought. A few moments passed. She stared at her father and could tell that he was breathing, because the water was swaying slowly back and forth from the movement of his chest. She waited for something to happen.
As she watched him, her eyes were drawn to her dad's naked form just under the soapy water. His penis was just visible under the cloudy water as a lighter shape in the darker region of his lap. 'What the hell am I going to do now? Jenna thought. 'I don't want him to know I was here, but I really need to wash up and get going.' She didn't think that she could turn the faucet on because that was really loud, although she still doubted that he'd wake up. It was a few minutes longer before the idea came to her that she could just dip a washcloth into the water and maybe get washed that way, so she spread a towel out on the floor and grabbed a cloth.
Jenna dipped the cloth in by her dad's feet and rubbed some soap on it. She began to wash arms and upper body and happily saw that moving the water around and splashing a little didn't cause her dad's breathing to change. She could tell that he was dead to the world. While Jenna stood beside the tub, washing her legs and nether regions, she began to get very cold from being soapy and wet. The water was still really warm, so that helped a bit but she still shivered. Eventually, Jenna finished soaping herself up and wondered how she was going to rinse herself without getting the floor soaked. Her dad was sitting up in the tub, with his eyes closed, his mouth open and his head leaning against the wall. Jenna just continued to stand there shivering. She looked at the warm inviting water and finally, out of a sense of chilly urgency, she decided that there was plenty of room at the bottom of the tub, between her dad's legs, for her tiny body to stand. Slowly, she moved over to the base of the tub, dripping with soapy suds, and stepped in. She squatted down slowly, with her back facing her dad, so that she could scoop some water onto herself. Two or three times, she accidentally bumped her father's leg and cringed every time, thinking that he might wake up, see her and flip out. He didn't stir once though. She decided to wash her face as well, so she grabbed the soap again, but it slipped out and fell into the water.
While fishing around for it, the soap went between her feet and behind her, so she reached behind herself to get it. Of course, as she feared, it went right between her dad's legs and as she slowly reached for it, her arm pushed up against her dad and pressed into his balls. Completely weirded out by that, Jenna managed to get hold of the soap and retrieve it, but not before inadvertently jostling her dad's junk a little bit. Jenna had had sex a couple of times with her boyfriend, so it wasn't the first time she came in contact with boy parts, but it still sent a shiver through her. It actually kind of turned her on a bit too. As Jenna began to wash her face, she thought she heard a moan come from her dad. She turned her head around slowly, but he was still sleeping. 'Keep dreaming dad,' she thought. 'Please, just keep dreaming.'
