Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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It had been a week since my dad and I saw each other jerking off; him accidentally catching me followed by his more deliberate performance. Whenever I thought about our encounter, feelings of weird excitement pulsed under my skin. We both did our best to act normal, to act like nothing happened. Neither of us brought it up during our conversations, although I had to make a conscious effort to maintain eye contact with him when we spoke. My gaze would wander down his frame, picturing his nude body underneath his clothes. I swear there were a few times I was met with a knowing look when I would quickly snap my attention back to his face.
I woke up early on Saturday morning, exactly one week after our "incidents" and decided to go for a run. Dad was still asleep as I pulled on my shorts and t-shirt, then quietly made my way downstairs, shoes in hand. The morning air was still cool but I still managed to work up a sweat as I jogged along the streets. I cursed myself for not wearing underwear as the sensation of cock slapping against balls and balls slapping against thighs gave me a bit of a rise. I had to slow down so as to not get a full on erection and give the neighbors a show, especially given the thin fabric of my running shorts. I glanced down and although my cock was only slightly swollen, it was easy to see the outline of it as it flopped around in my shorts. I looked around but the neighborhood was still asleep with no one in sight.
As I rounded a corner, I saw a car coming toward me that seemed to slow down as it approached. I soon recognized it as Jacob's, my hot neighbor, and gave a wave before realizing he probably was getting a nice view of my flopping manhood. My cheeks flushed and I quickly slowed to a walk in an effort to minimize my manhood's movement. Jacob must have taken this as a signal, because he rolled to a stop just as I was about to reach his car.
"Hey Justin," He said, smiling.
"Hey Mr. Kent," I replied leaning into the passenger window.
"Enough with the mister stuff. You're eighteen now, right? Call me Jacob."
If he only knew I had been calling him Jacob for the past two years in my fantasies. "Uh, okay," I stammered. He was wearing a black hoodie that was only zipped halfway and no shirt underneath, leaving a good amount of his hairy chest on display. All I wanted to do at that moment was climb through the window and rub my face in it.
"Didn't have you pegged as much of an early riser," he said, snapping me back to the moment.
"Yeah, I usually run in the evening but I couldn't get back to sleep this morning."
"Well, I won't keep you. Oh and Justin, it might be wise to wear underwear next time," he said with a wink. "Not that I mind, but some of the neighbors are prudes." With that we both looked at my crotch. "See ya later." And he drove off. I suddenly felt very naked and although I was blushing, my cock started to rise.
I walked the rest of the way home, keeping an eye out for passersby. As I passed Jacob's house, I stole a quick glance but saw no sign of him. I slowed down a bit, imagining him calling to me from the door, inviting me in for a cup of coffee. We'd sit at the table making small talk until he asked me if I'd like to take a shower and rinse off my sweat. I would of course take him up on the offer, stripping out of my clothes right there in front of him. He would reach out, grabbing me by my hips, and make me straddle him as we began to makeout. But his door remained closed so I picked up my pace before my fantasy got the best of me.
