The Perfect Counterparty

Austyn’s face and shirt were drenched, thanks to Kira’s amateurish breaststrokes. ‘Help me, Daddy!’ Austyn cursed. She was soaking wet now. Her long hair was plastered to her face. The t-shirt had turned almost transparent. It clung to her fair skin, giving away her curves and leaving nothing to the imagination. She was panting. Her chest heaved against his leg as she grabbed hold of him like a drowning person hanging on to a piece of driftwood. Austyn swallowed. Kira grasped his thigh and tried to climb up him. Her lips were trembling and her face had gone pale. ‘Okay, I think that’s enough punishment for now,’ Austyn said to himself as he turned off the tap. Kira didn’t notice. She was clutching his thigh with both hands. ‘Get up,’ Austyn said. Kira’s lips moved, but he couldn’t catch what she said. Her eyes were screwed shut. ‘Do you want to spend the rest of the night in the tub?’ Austyn lifted his knee. Kira pulled him back down. She blinked, then her eyes fluttered open, unfocuse