Just a short update - another new story is starting to form in my head and requires my attention, dammit! :-P

Pt 4

It was probably the fastest the girls had ever got into the bath, since they had nothing to take off, and almost immediately, they were asking to get out for their scrub-down, figuring that the sooner they were clean, the sooner they would be able to check out the cooking apparatus that they knew was waiting for them outside! Their mum and dad insisted they stay in a little longer, however, to let the top water do its work and relax their young muscles.

“Why don’t you go get you new camera, Daddy?” Natasha suggested, realising that if they had to wait in the admittedly very nice, deep, warm bath then they could at least have a little fun while they did so.

“Good idea!” Mrs Marshall agreed, remembering the instructions that had come with the collective gift from both her parents and her in-laws, “They did say they wanted to see everything from today, after all!” Chuckling, her husband agreed and went off to retrieve his new toy while she knelt down beside the bath and chatted to the girls, finding out what they were most excited for about the day and which bits of their cute young bodies they expected different friends would want to eat. There was much giggling and teasing which Mr Marshall found quite heart-warming as he came back into the quite steamy bathroom, armed with the new camera which now sported a fully-charged battery and a fresh SD card.

He had played with it a little before going to bed the night before, mostly filming a spider that happened to be crawling on the living-room curtains at the time, just to get the hang of it but now he was ready to go! Although he was not normally a fan of them, he thought it would be a good idea to turn the date and time stamp on so that the grandparents watching the video later would be able to get a sense of how the day had progressed!

“Hey girls!” he waved from behind the already-filming camera, “How’s Mum doing getting our two explorers ready for their adventure? Say hi to everyone, girls!” He walked over to the bath and filmed his daughters from above. After all, they would soon be tied completely nude to posts in the back garden in front of their friends, their friends’ parents and their friends’ parents’ cameras so what was the point of trying to preserve their modesty in a home video? The two cheeky little future-piglets grinned and waved up at the camera. Mr Marshall then took a few steps back and sat on the closed toilet.

“So,” he said to the three most important women in his life, “I hear these explorers need a good scrubbing before they go off into the jungle, just in case they happen to get caught by one of those cannibal tribes I’ve been hearing about. Wouldn’t want them getting a tummy-ache if they eat you, right?”

“Silly Daddy!” Hannah giggled, sticking out her tongue, “Cannibals aren’t real! Nobody eats other people. That would be stupid!”

“Yeah!” Natasha agreed. “We’re just going to go exploring in the jungle and find a nice lake to swim in! A small, pool-shaped lake with a metal ladder at one end!” She added cheekily. “There’s no way anything bad is going to happen to us out there!”

“Well, if you say so!” Mr Marshall laughed, “But I still think you need to get cleaned properly before you head out on your adventure!” Obligingly and still giggling their heads off, the twins stood up in the bath tub and their mum reached over and pulled out the plug. She then took the shower attachment down and adjusted the controls until the water felt like a reasonable temperature on her hand.

“Hey, Mr Spielberg,” Mrs Marshall looked over her shoulder and teased her husband. “Are you going to leave everything to me today or are you going to put that camera town for a few minutes and come help me?” He had zoomed in on her face as she spoke but now pulled back out, getting a good shot of the two naked, giggling little girls standing in the bath, their bodies gleaming with the bath water looking almost as if they were already oiled up and ready for the spit!

“Well, duty calls!” He turned the camera around and spoke into the lens. “See you later!” He pressed the button to end the recording and went over to help his wife, taking a bar of carefully selected, unscented soap and lathering it up in his hands before picking Natasha, who was stood on the left and therefore closest to him, to give a thorough soaping, something he had not been called upon to do since the twins were around three.

Like most fathers, Mr Marshall had never viewed his daughters in a sexual way, however teasing or provocative some of their behaviour could be interpreted as being. Yet running his slippery, soapy hands all over Natasha’s wet body was starting to arouse him like he had never expected. Perhaps it was the way her still-prepubescent body was starting to acquire distinctly feminine curves? Perhaps it was the intimacy of their contact or maybe it was the knowledge that he was essentially preparing the happy little girl to be cooked and eaten, he was not sure, but what he could not deny was the feeling of excitement as his blood rushed to occupy a certain part of his anatomy.

“Um, having a good time?” Mrs Marshall raised an eyebrow, looking pointedly down at the unmistakable bulge in her husband’s trousers as she turned Hannah around and began to soap up her legs and backside. Mr Marshall blushed furiously, not sure if he was more embarrassed at his arousal or at being caught out. “Oh don’t worry!” His wife laughed. “I don’t know what it is but it’s working on me too! I’m just glad I’m wearing a bra or I’d have had somebody’s eye out by now!”

“What are you talking about?” Hannah asked, looking over her shoulder at her mum. Her dad seemed to be fighting as especially stubborn dirty patch on Natasha’s bottom for the amount of attention he was giving it!

“Grown up stuff” Mrs Marshall stuck out her tongue. “Hey,” she turned and winked conspiratorially at her husband, “it’s pretty difficult to get you properly clean if we have to lean over the side of the bath. How about we get in with you then it will be much easier!”

“Sure!” Natasha giggled, looking admiringly at her dad while both she and her twin sister giggled. “But you have to get undressed too!”

“Of course!” Mrs Marshall grinned. “Wouldn’t want to get our clothes all soapy, would we?” The girl’s grinned and she pulled her husband close and started to unbutton his shirt. “Nothing bigger than a finger,” she whispered in his ear, “don’t want to tear up the meat now, do we?”