Hal laughed, too, "Neither did I, actually," he said, "but I'm a mechanical genius. I'll figure it out."
He got the water running and adjusted it to a good temperature. He turned to tell Debby it was okay – and saw to his amazement that the girl was taking off her clothes.
She was undressing in front of him without a hint of embarrassment, and she certainly wasn't trying to flirt. Her look was far away, no doubt still on the movie. Hal watched in consternation as she pulled her shirt off over her head, tousling her short curly brown hair.
He gawked at her cute tiny tits and their delicious strawberry-colored nipples. The tiny cones bounced enticingly as they popped from her sweatshirt. Debby tossed the shirt onto the floor and nonchalantly reached for the zipper of her jeans.
Hal remembered a few things Brenda had said about teaching the girl to be natural about her body and how she and Debby often went naked around their apartment. Hal approved, but Brenda's teaching was having unexpected results. Debby apparently thought nothing of stripping in front of her new stepfather, a man she hardly knew…
Debby let her jeans fall down to her feet and stepped out of them, wearing only a tiny pair of pink panties. Hal found himself gawking helplessly as the girl took down her panties. She didn't have a single hair on her childish mons. The plump pink lips were naked, pouting.
Hal felt a dizzy wave of lust. He'd never had a girl this young, so young that she didn't even have pussy fur yet. It appealed to him powerfully. He imagined how tight she'd be…
Knock it off, he thought. Get out…
Yes, if he didn't get out of that bathroom, away from temptation, there could be real trouble. He didn't trust himself to be alone with this delicious naked little girl. Already he felt his cock twitching and throbbing with interest…
"Uh, your water's ready, Debby," he said weakly.
"Okay," she said. "Thanks, Hal. Now, I wonder where the soap is? And a washcloth?"
They'd just moved in, and everything was in confusion. Brenda hadn't had time to unpack everything.
"You go ahead and get in the tub," Hal said. "I'll look for the soap and washcloth."
"Right," Debby said obediently.
He watched her get into the tub. As she bent and raised one leg, he had a brief glimpse of her thirteen-year-old virgin slit. It was small, dainty, a lovely pink. The mouth of her untried cunt was very small, almost hidden. He was sure now that she'd gotten aroused by the movie because the plump lips of her pussy were wet and gleaming.
He felt another dizzy wave of lust. Christ, how he'd like to get into that tiny virgin twat of hers…
He forced himself to turn away and search the bathroom cupboards. Soon he found soap, washcloth, and towels, and he brought them over to Debby. She was stretched out in the tub, luxuriating in the warm water.
Her cute little pointed tits just broke the surface of the water, making tiny pink islands. Slightly blurred beneath the water he could see the impish pout of her hairless mons. Her body was small and slim but beginning to develop feminine curves. She'd be a delight to fuck…
Hal put the towel within easy reach and held out the soap and washcloth to Debby. "Here you go," he said, his voice a little husky with longing.
"Thanks," she said, smiling up at him.
Her mouth was round and tiny, her lips naturally rosy-pink. Hal had a brief helpless fantasy of that little mouth closing around the head of his cock, nipping, licking, sucking… Stop it, he thought.
"Hal," she said, "please do me one more favor, if you're not too busy. Would you wash my back? Mom always does that, but she's not here."
Hal swallowed hard. "I'm not too busy," he said.
Debby sat up, her tiny pointed boobs jiggling deliciously. Her back was tan, slim, silky. Hal got soap lather on his hands and began to rub her. Her skin was as soft and slick as a baby's. He thought how delightful it would be to touch her all over…
"Ummm," said Debby, "that feels nice. You do it different from Mom. It really feels good."
Hal managed a nervous laugh. "Well," he said, "besides being a mechanical genius, I'm also an expert masseur."
Debby giggled. "Oh, you bullshitter," she said delightedly.
Hal sighed as he worked his strong hands up and down her satiny back. Here she was: naked and inviting, letting him touch her, and yet he couldn't have her. She was his wife's daughter, she was only thirteen. It was just out of the question.
"Ummmmmm," Debby said again.
She was lulled, tranquilized, by his massage. She leaned back against his hands, letting him stroke her, obviously enjoying it enormously. Hal began to talk to her, wanting to prolong the delicious moments.