Sarah finally finished putting away her clothes and cleaning her room in time to help me cook dinner that night. Afterward, as she cleaned up in the kitchen, I went out to mow the yard.
It had been really hot during the afternoon, so I had pushed that chore back, waiting for it to start cooling off a little. Little was the right word; even in the early evening hours, it was still really warm, and within minutes, sweat was pouring off of me. As I finished up in the backyard, the pool was looking more and more inviting.
And I'd have probably gone for a dip, too, if I hadn't remembered that I probably needed to add chemicals to the water.
Sarah had the same idea about taking a plunge, and I caught her dipping her toe as I walked back through the gate from putting up the mower.
"Wanna go swimming with me, Daddy?" she said, swishing her foot from side to side, rippling the water. "You look like you could use some cooling off."
"I'd love to, sweetie..." I replied.
Sarah's face lit up and she grabbed at the hem of her tank top, baring her belly as she started to take it off.
"But I need to check it, and I probably need to add some chemicals. We can go swimming tomorrow."
Sarah's smile vanished and her shoulders sagged as she let go of her shirt.
"In the morning?"
"Probably," I said, opening the cabinet sitting at the edge of the patio. "It depends on what I have to add to the pool."
"Okay, Daddy."
"As for cooling off," I said, "after I get done here, I'm going to go take a shower."
"There's a good movie coming on, Daddy. Do you want to watch it with me?"
"Save me a spot on the sofa, sweetie."
Sarah smiled and bounded into the house.
The pool wasn't as far out of balance as I thought it was, but it needed a light dose anyway. I added the chemicals and went inside to take my shower.
I noticed Sarah had already gotten comfortable on the sofa, with one leg tucked under her and her other foot planted on the edge of the cushion. The net effect was the cloth of her shorts stretched tight against her crotch, leaving little to the imagination.
I felt drained by the heat. I undressed slowly, crawled into the shower and stood under the water for a minute or two just letting it cascade over me before cleaning up.
A few minutes later, I stepped out of the shower, clean and refreshed. I was almost done drying off when Sarah leaned into the bathroom.
Her eyes widened as she stared at me. I had my towel in front of me, so she couldn't see my partially erect penis, but that was about the only thing she couldn't see.
"I thought you might like a glass of ice water, Daddy."
"Thank you, sweetie."
Sarah sat the glass of water on the bathroom counter and stood there, her eyes dancing up and down as she bit her lip.
"I've got a spot for you next to me on the sofa, Daddy."
"I'll be there in a minute."
"Okay."
Sarah disappeared through the doorway and I finished drying off. I hung up the towel, and standing there naked, took a drink of the water she'd brought me.
Before she'd moved in with me, I'd come out of the shower and wander around naked at will. I couldn't do that anymore, could I?
Or, could I?
Sarah and I hadn't really discussed boundaries yet. But did we really need to? True, she was about to start her senior year in high school, but she was eighteen. She was a young adult. That made all the difference. Didn't it?
I walked out of my bathroom naked, my semi-erect cock swaying in front of me. Sarah and I would work out our boundaries one way or the other. How we would do that was something we'd have to figure out.
I grabbed a pair of shorts and began to pull them on, pausing for a moment. Should I put on boxers, too? I wanted to be comfortable. If I wore boxers with the shorts, then...
Oh, to heck with it. I wanted to be comfortable, so whether I wore boxers or not beneath these shorts, if Sarah teased my cock to hardness, it would be impossible to conceal it.
I pulled the shorts on and strolled to the living room, water glass almost empty.
The movie was just getting good, and within minutes of me sitting next to her, Sarah was snuggled next to me on the couch, her hand intertwined with mine and her head on my shoulder. Later, she pulled my arm around her and laid her arm on my leg as she nestled against me. By the time the movie was over, she was sitting in my lap, her head resting against mine. Even though we were father and daughter, for nearly a dozen years, we'd been little more than casual acquaintances, and it seemed we were now committed to making up for the closeness and intimacy we'd missed as she'd grown up.
As the credits started rolling, Sarah kissed me on the cheek and hugged me.
"I love you, Daddy." Sarah's hands found each other and locked behind my neck.
"I love you, too, sweetheart." I hugged her and kissed her back, and then we sat there looking at each other. I raked my fingers through her hair like they were part of a huge comb; Sarah has always liked having her hair played with; she'll sit for hours and let you brush it or comb it.
It was starting to get late, and I knew both of us weren't far from being ready to call it a day.
"What do you need to do to get ready for bed, Baby Girl?"
"Not much, Daddy. I finished putting my clothes up. I just want to take a bath first."
"Okay, sweetie. Don't make it an all night affair."
"Daddy..." Sarah started to slide out of my lap and stopped as her feet hit the floor. "I'm not going to take all night. I'm not even going to mess with washing my hair tonight. I'll do that tomorrow."
