Human Nature 1-6

by Lea

Chapter 1 – First step

Part 6 – Self-confidence

This morning, Héléna and I, we begin to tear the carpet off the room we are renovating. We give up when the half of the ground is done. We both are sweaty, soaked, and we don't withstand the protection mask anymore. We find the girls outside, playing in the pool. Amused, Héléna shows me the two bikini tops left on the table. Those two angels enjoy getting their young breasts free. What could we say? Till last Friday I was used to sunbathe topless at the beach. It's not because I now wear a one-piece swimsuit that I have to forbid my daughter to dress like this.

Héléna does not blame them either for their half-nudity. So they don't put any other clothes even outside the pool. I won't complain; the sight of their chest is a delight in every moment. We end up with the room in the afternoon. A quarter of an hour later we are at the beach. But this time, it's just after their first bath that the girls ask us if they can get rid of their swimsuit top. We don't see any reason to refuse them. Especially when they spread sunscreen on their breasts. It makes them all gleaming, shiny, but I insist; I want my daughter to put sunblock on her breasts still white. I'd like them to remain this way, at least that hers father doesn't find out she tanned topless.

When the girls go swimming, they attract a few gazes on them, mostly men's. I'm, in the same time, angry against those pigs and so proud, too. Tonight, watching the girls romp in the pool, the same feeling of pride submerges me. Later, this night, the girls fall asleep on the deck chairs, coiled against one another. They both are so beautiful. And as if she was reading my mind, Héléna says it out loud, they both are gorgeous.

This image runs in my mind all the night long. It shouldn't but I can't help it.

Early in the morning, as usual, I find Héléna in the kitchen, fixing the breakfast. The morning kiss ritual became natural for me. It's a good start for a new day. The girls join us a bit later. As they only wear a pair of panties, I can't suppress a little smile. I can't suppress a huge shiver either, when they kiss me hello.

This is a heavy day, stormy and cloudy. Working with Héléna on the last details in the new room, I'm sweaty in no time. Exasperated by that clinging t-shirt, I pull it over my head with a rhetorical "sorry". Héléna looks at my bare breasts, surprised, and then imitates me with a small happy laugh. By the time we finish with this room, we glance at each other. Being half naked here has nothing to do with sunbathing topless. This is more intimate, more disturbing. I eventually get used to it.

The girls don't seem to worry as much as I do. They spend all the day with only the bottom of their bathing suit, or with panties, nothing else. They are so comfortable that they spread sunscreen on each other. There's no big deal, indeed. Anyway, the first time I see Noémie taking care of my daughter's breasts; it makes me all tingling and shivering. To be honest, the second time too, and the third, and every time I can watch it.

I'm all things when my daughter returns the favor to her friend. And whatever they say, I'm not fooled. I see how their nipples harden, then. But what should I do. There's nothing wrong. Besides, they are so gorgeous. I'm the one who should be ashamed to put so dirty ideas on their ingenuous exchanges.

Because of the weather, we stay at home today. Héléna spends her afternoon looking for what she could use to redecorate her room. When my daughter sees I'm sunbathing topless, she smiles and tells me she likes me better like this. "Really?" Sandra blushes and, with a funny mischievous smile, claim that I should be proud of my body, I shouldn't hide it. I'm the one who blushes now, even crimson.

It's still hard for me to focus on my book and to keep my eyes away from their direction; especially, when they are sitting cross-legged or legs apart. Sometimes one or the other crosses my eyes and every time I am entitled to a gentle smile. Later, I notice Héléna watches them the same way I do. It makes me a little more comfortable. Maybe Sandra noticed it, too. She goes to sit aside Héléna.In fact, my daughter seems really interested in the searches for the room renovations. They spend together quite a while, looking for things on the internet. I surprise myself looking at my girl, almost naked, squeezed up against my friend. It makes me feel weird. Not that it bothers me. But I find their promiscuity almost touching.

This night, in my bed, I feel the urge to caress myself. It's been ages since I have been aroused like this. And all of a sudden, while the pleasure is growing strongly in my belly, the image of the girls comes to me.I immediately stopped, unable to make any other move. What the hell is wrong with me? How could I masturbate thinking about my own daughter, about a young girl?

When I wake up the next morning, I'm all sweaty and wet, my hand still buried between my thighs. A detour to the bathroom and I find Héléna in the kitchen as usual. The girls aren't that much happy to dress, but we have errands to run for the house and the room we are renovating. To tell the truth, it's also a pity for me to make them covering their cute little body.

In stores, it looks like we swapped our daughters. Noémie is more interested in groceries while Sandra closely follows Héléna in the do-it-yourself store. Back at home, Héléna and I are putting the purchases away. Suddenly I'm alerted by something. Sandra runs upstairs and Noémie comes to us with a concerned look. I thought I heard my phone ring, but Sandra picked it up. It was Alain; Noémie heard he'll get too much work to do to spend time with Sandra and me this week-end. I turn to Héléna who smiles compassionately at me, "told you, you're both welcome as long as you like."

I thank her, again, and when I'm turning toward the stairs, Noémie is already gone to cheer up her friend. Héléna grabs my arm, she's probably right and I let the two girls talk about it with their own.

The lunch is served when they return to us. They're wearing nothing but panties. Sandra's eyes are still red from crying. However, she's smiling and after a light kiss on my cheek, she thanks Héléna for her offer. But she wants to help for the works, just to participate a little. I'm surprised and so proud of my little angel. She became strong and responsible. I'm ashamed that I didn't realize that she had changed and that I don't know why.

Héléna and I, we discuss her invitation. I'm not comfortable with the idea of taking advantage of the situation or taking root. Héléna reassures me. She understands me but from her point of view, I should accept for my daughter and hers, too. For the first time now, since her father's death, Noémie seems to take up with Héléna and with the way she used to be. How could I refuse, then?

In my room, I'm hesitating in front of my clothes. Helena's face lights up with a big smile when she sees me coming in the new room. But she has beaten me to it, she's wearing shorts overalls with nothing underneath. So I don't feel too much uncomfortable with only my shorts on. The girls come to help us. They can't help but giggling with that little mischievous smile which testifies to their assent.

I feel the glances from the three of them all along the afternoon. It's, at the same time, disturbing and arousing.I feel like I'm showing off but nobody complains. On the opposite, the girls often rub themselves against me and my bare chest. Needless to say that every time my whole body was covered with goose bumps. It's pretty hot in there, but I'm not sure it's the only reason why my belly is on fire. And not just my belly, by the way. However, I'm not comfortable enough to return the favor. But in the late afternoon, no more shame remains. But I'm still aroused, it's true.

My daughter crosses my gaze, she smiles but there's still something that intrigues me. She really seems to be happy and relaxed to see me like this, almost naked, with our friends around. It is strange enough that she doesn't mind being half naked. But it looks like she enjoys that I expose myself.As if she could get some arousal out of it too. It's really disturbing to think that my daughter could look at me in a sexual way. My daughter has grown up without me noticing it.

In my bed, despite my tiredness, I can't fall asleep and I touch myself instead. I'm so turned on that I can't help but give me any relief. And this time, when my mind pictures the girls, I don't stop but reach a strong and wonderful orgasm. This is so gross.

The next morning, in the kitchen, Héléna wears a shorter nightie. I wonder why I still put a tee-shirt before walking downstairs. The girls follow me shortly. Sandra is excited because we'll start painting the room. I soon find out she was right, it's funny. Well at least as long as you don't mind the paint drops all over your body. Fortunately it is acrylic paint, it goes into the water.

We all are spotted with paint when, finally, the walls are done. Looking at each other, we burst out laughing. Noémie, then, takes a rag and wipe her skin. And just before running to the bathroom, she removes her stained panties. So it won't get the corridor dirty, as she pretends. We all are staring at her. Sandra doesn't wait any longer and imitates her friend.

I give Héléna a hand to put the tools in order and to clean a little.Just the time for the girls to go out of the bathroom and to run downstairs. Héléna and I are staring at each other, an awkward second of hesitation. Almost simultaneously, Héléna raises her hand on the ties of her overall and I step out of my shorts. We already saw each other naked or nearly so. But we aren't at the beach or even around a pool, we are in a room, in a kind of situation of the usual life.

We do not pretend and we take our time to look at each other for a moment while we wipe ourselves with a rag. Héléna is a little taller than I and thinner too. Her blond long hair falls down on her breasts, two well-rounded oranges, maybe a bit bigger, but not that much. Her flat belly, her thin muscular legs that never end, her white round buttocks and most of all her fully depilated pussy, give her a young figure. A young charming figure that I find myself watching with envy and lust.

It's a first for me. Also the first time I expose myself to her gaze and the pleasure I get out of that. As I walk in the bathroom, I still feel her eyes on my bum. It's a bit confusing but not unpleasing at all. I even feel like pleasing myself under the shower. But what is happening to me? Touching me because of a naked woman?

At the beach, later this afternoon, our daughters don't anymore weigh themselves down their swimsuit. Some lecherous gazes, a few outraged looks, to tell the truth, I'm not worried, I'm just very proud. Next to us, they play in the sand, they bury themselves. Of course they get lots of sand on them and in their panties, so I'm not really surprised to see Sandra wriggling in the sea. She amazes me when I see her swimsuit in her hand. Sandra is becoming more and more confident. A good point for her, at least I think so.

There's almost nobody left at the beach, apart from that plump woman and her kid. Her gaze is so mean that I'm forced to notice her. Noémie copies my daughter and they both rinse their panties in the sea. They giggle and splash each other. They look so joyful and innocent, how this mom can look daggers at them. Eventually they put their panties on before coming back to our towels.

We are about to leave and we are taking care of our daughters as we are used to do now. Sandra tells us the woman watches them since we've settled down here. She seems so embittered, so frustrated and so full of anger. She eyes follows us while we walk away. For a second, I wonder if I could have been like her. What if I'd been in her position, what if I hadn't met Héléna? This idea frightens me, now.