Deep Trouble with You

11 Beach

“Aaaah!!! Uncle Nazar, that hurts!” Soli squealed while I, armed with YouTube, combs, and hair ties, was trying to build a beautiful braided plait on her head.

And why is that? Right! To make an even stronger impression on a certain brunette and get her to like me faster! I know women love all those little things and gestures of attention. So I want to prove that I’m a top-notch dad who knows how to braid girls’ hair! And let the test subjects endure it! After all, I didn’t buy her just one doll, but a whole… two!

“Beauty requires sacrifice, kid! Haven’t you heard that?” I say, biting my lip while trying to figure out where the hell to stick the next strand.

“I’m going to end up bald and Matvey will laugh at me!” the younger blue-eyed girl pouted, and I froze on the spot.

“Who the hell is Matvey?” The last thing I need is to get chewed out by Kirill because some boy is hitting on Soli and I don’t even know about it.

“There’s one in our kindergarten,” the kid grumbled. “He’s nasty, always making faces and teasing. Nobody wants to be friends with him because he’s a disgusting stinky brat!”

“And does your dad know about him?” I probe carefully.

“He knows, Mom told him,” my niece admits while playing with a doll and groaning from my manipulations, and I immediately feel relieved. If Dad knows, then I won’t get blamed.

“Uncle Nazar, maybe we shouldn’t go anywhere?” Egor whined miserably, making the saddest face in the world. “You bought us a console and we never play it! We won’t have time to play enough because our parents will come back soon!”

“They’ll only come back in ten days! Don’t dramatize it!”

“Exactly! Only ten days left!” the kid theatrically collapsed onto the couch, spreading his arms helplessly.

“Where’s Andry?”

“Playing the Sony.”

“Then why aren’t you playing with him?”

“I came to whine to you! Maybe your conscience will wake up!”

That blunt audacity made me actually turn toward the source of all this overflowing suffering.

“Get out of here!” I bark at the little bastard. “Calling on my conscience… you picked the wrong guy! Be grateful you can play it at all! Tomorrow we’ll be home all day, so you’ll catch up then! Damn whiners!”

“Aaaah!!!” Soli howled, and we finally finished that braid. It actually turned out pretty good! I mean, I did it!

After gathering all the necessary beach stuff and the kids, we head to my car. For the first time in my life I’m faced with the fact that just to sit on some beach for a couple of hours, we practically have to load the entire car with things!

I could’ve managed with just one damn towel, but with kids that’s impossible! Towels, flip-flops, caps, swim rings, umbrellas, buckets, water guns, sunscreen, insect sprays, sunburn stuff, wound sprays, spare swim trunks and swimsuits, clothes, food, water, and a bunch of other crap!

What a pain in the ass! If I’d known, I would’ve suggested going to the movies!

However, all my suffering and hassle instantly faded the moment I saw Ann on the beach. She was there with her kid and already in a swimsuit.

Damn! I should’ve suggested the damn movie after all!

Ann was wearing a swimsuit… how should I put it gently… basically just strings and little curtains! I definitely liked it, but! Not only did her simply perfect body with its incredible, firm, juicy, rounded curves and that outfit wake things up in my swim trunks, but it also started pissing me off like hell how other men began staring at my girl!

I’ve never been a snob, and I love girls in revealing outfits, especially strippers on my lap, but suddenly it started bothering me and making me angry.

Stop f*****g staring! Mine! After all, I saw her first!

“Hi,” I greet the brunette and her son. “It’s really sunny today. And at this hour you can get burned pretty badly. Maybe I should give you a towel so you can cover up?”

I notice the narrowed, sly look in those brown eyes. Was it really that obvious on my part? Jealousy isn’t exactly my thing…

“You said you’d bring some kind of super umbrellas for this situation,” the beauty smiles sarcastically, having figured out my plan.

And there’s no point denying it, because behind me, sticking out of the bag over my shoulder, those damn umbrellas are clearly visible!

I sigh irritably and look heavily at the amused girl. We settle down nearby, and Ann helps me lay out our stuff next to her spot. First of all, the kids need to change, though thankfully I had the sense to make them put on their swim gear back at home.

When the little ones stripped down and armed themselves with inflatable gadgets, it was my turn to put on a show.

Look, baby! See what kind of male has fallen for you!

Slowly and lazily, I start undressing. First I sweep off my T-shirt with a wide motion, then get rid of my light trousers, remaining in my swimming shorts. As if by accident and without thinking, I run my fingers through my hair, theatrically flexing my bulging bicep so she can appreciate it from a better angle when the muscle is tense.

Ann’s reaction didn’t escape me. The girl was looking with undisguised interest and poorly hidden admiration. My tattooed torso and arms got special attention. Her breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes didn’t want to look away.

Yeah, baby! Look and enjoy! And this enviable man could be completely yours, if you’d only let him make it so.

“Dad! Let’s go swim already!” the kids groaned, pulling me away from seducing the brunette, and she seemed to snap out of it, shifting her gaze.

“Yeah. Sure,” I throw the little ones an irritated, displeased look. Little c**k-blockers!

No way around it, so I head into the river with them. The boys already swim pretty well, but Soli still gets a bit nervous around the water. Still, for my own peace of mind, I’ve put life vests and inflatable rings on all of them. With their parents they can swim however they want, but I don’t need any incidents here.

Kirill goes into the water with us too, while Ann stays on the shore, settling comfortably onto a lounge chair.

“You’re not coming?” I look at the beauty with slight disappointment, and she demonstratively puts on her sunglasses.

“Nope. I don’t like cold, wet water,” she smiles. “I prefer sunbathing.”

I get stuck watching the sight of the girl gracefully starting to apply sunscreen to her body, and my mouth fills with saliva. Slowly and carefully, the pale protection first covers her long, slender legs. Then, with movements full of smooth lines and gentle touches, Ann spreads the cream over her flat stomach, distributing the substance across her skin. She touches her curves, her sides, and her bends so seductively while rubbing in the lotion that I end up stepping into the water up to my waist just to watch.

Why the hell does she tempt me so much?! I’ve seen plenty of women, but with this one it’s like my brain just glitches out!

The final chord of my patience came when Ann squeezed the tube for another portion of cream, and it squirted out in a white stripe right onto her gorgeous chest! With an embarrassed little giggle, the little devil started theatrically rubbing it over her breasts.

After that, I had to stand in the water for another ten minutes and stare at half-naked grandmas just to calm down the mood that had risen!