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We enjoyed our lunch for a half hour and then Ally wanted to go swimming again. She begged me to come, too, so I finally agreed. I realized that I hadn't wanted to go swimming earlier because of my sudden sheepishness to let my dad see me in my bikini. But at my sister's insistence, I finally took my shorts and cardigan off and headed out to the lake. Monica joined us a few minutes later and we ended up playing Marco Polo for a while. After that, Ally wanted me to try launching her in the air. Soon Monica wanted me to do the same and, by the time I was ready to get out and do a little sunbathing, my sisters were smiling happily.

I got back to our blanket dripping wet. My dad had his sunglasses on, but I knew he was staring at me as I approached. He had his phone face down on his chest. He had probably been reading or watching YouTube or something. Grabbing my towel, I wiped my face and then did my best to soak up the water in my hair. Then I sat down on the opposite end of the blanket from my dad and laid back. I forgot to bring my own sunglasses, but they probably would have given me a raccoon face anyway.

"Your swimsuit looks nice," my dad said after I had been lying in the sun for a few minutes.

My cheeks flushed immediately as I thought about my dad checking me out. It was odd that I should feel so insecure about him looking at me in a bikini, considering the recent twist in our relationship.

"Thanks," I murmured, not sure what else to say.

He didn't say anything else right away so I contented myself to bask in the sun, enjoying the warmth that was spreading over my entire body. In my mind, I kept wondering if my dad was still watching me. Did he liked what he saw? Did my body elicit arousal in him? I squirmed on the blanket, spreading my legs a little in a butterfly shape to make sure the sun reached my inner thighs.

"Did you use sunscreen?" my dad's voice was soft as it floated into my ears, but I wasn't expecting it so I flinched involuntarily. When I shook my head without opening my eyes I heard him sigh. Then he asked quietly, "Want me to put some on you?"

My eyes fluttered open and my heart started pounding heavily in my chest. Just the thought of my dad running his hands over my body, touching my exposed skin, made me shiver. Lord did I ever want him to put it on me. But I knew he only had SPF 75. I had seen it in the basket. That would be completely counterproductive to me trying to get a tan. Tilting my head back at an angle, I peered at him. He was clearly staring at my body, very intently. How long had he been looking at me like that? Pleasure lapped at my crotch, my vagina starting to tingle as my mind conjured memories of our very recent taboo activities together.

Finally, I whispered, "No."

He frowned at me but nodded. He didn't know my reason, and I didn't offer anything further. Let him think what he wanted to think. After a few seconds, I let my head settle back down and closed my eyes again. My dad didn't say anything after that and slowly, I drifted off to sleep.

I'm not sure how much time passed, but I was jolted out of my slumber. Blinking my eyes open, I squinted. The sun had already moved past us, but it seemed to be glaring directly into my face. If I had to guess, I would say it was probably two o'clock already. I sat up suddenly as it dawned on me that my metallic top probably wasn't exactly the best for sunbathing. It had sleeves, and I didn't know how I felt about the tan lines it was sure to create. That it probably already created. I had gone tanning a few times last year, which I did completely naked. No tan lines whatsoever. I didn't mind tan lines, per say. But the thought of having a semi-farmer's tan on my arms did not seem appealing to me at all.

When I turned my head to look at my dad, it looked like he was asleep. But he still had his sunglasses on, so I couldn't tell for sure. Pushing myself to my feet, I abandoned my spot in the sun and scooted over underneath the canopy of the umbrella near my father. My dad turned his head toward me as I sat down but didn't say anything. Turning back toward the lake, I felt like I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face. Was he staring at me? Did he like what he saw?

"Why did you stop sunbathing?" he asked after a few minutes.

I shrugged, turning my head toward him again. His face snapped up when he saw me looking and then I swear I saw his cheeks start to turn red. It was hard to tell out in the hot air, though. I was fairly certain he had been staring at my butt. He swallowed and then I said, "This swimsuit will give me weird tan lines."

"Oh," he said, nodding as if he knew what the hell I was talking about.

I twisted myself a little more, looking right at him. I couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses. "I probably should have gotten a regular bikini top."

"Like a smaller one?" he asked, sounding curious. He sat up a little.

Nodding, I said quietly, "Yeah, one that doesn't cover my shoulders like this." I gestured to myself.

He took his sunglasses off just then and stared at me openly. At my body, not my face. He lingered for a few seconds on my chest which made my heart flutter. And once again, I was extremely self-conscious about the size of my breasts. This top wrapped around my chest, covering my shoulders and the upper half of my back. But the front, where my dad was staring, had a circle right in the middle of my breasts. The way it snugged up against my skin actually made my boobs look slightly bigger than they really were.

"Looks like you should have used sunscreen after all," he said, nodding toward my chest. Toward my boobs.

I opened my mouth to say something, but just then, I heard my sisters laughing. Turning toward them, I saw that they were headed toward us. Monica was staring at me and dad, but she was too far away for me to read her expression. Not that we were doing anything. But if she had seen how my dad was gaping at my body just now...

Jumping up, I grabbed my sisters' towels and started walking toward them, using the excuse to hide my embarrassment. They took them and then walked past me. When I turned around and looked at my dad, he had his sunglasses on again. What was he thinking about?

Dad told everyone it was time to head home. Ally begged until he let her go swimming again, but a half hour later, we started cleaning up our spot on the beach. Monica had stayed on the blanket with the two of us, so no further discussion happened between my dad and I. But I did notice him continuing to check me out. I was sure of it, despite his eyes being hidden.

By the time I climbed into the front seat of his Audi, I realized that the day had worked me up for some reason. My crotch felt wet, and I knew it wasn't just from sweat. My sisters chatted in the back seat on the way home, but I stayed quiet. I didn't know what to talk about that wouldn't give away my feelings toward my father.