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It was around 2AM when I finally got back into my bed. I didn’t even crawl under the sheet as I collapsed on top of the bedspread. I had dreams that night about Betty, Carol and Beth.
I could even remember something about my daughter Amy. I have never fantasized about my own daughter before. It is one of those things that you just never did.
I woke up a few times that morning as I heard noises and voices really close by. I remember hearing laughter and the bed moving. I thought I was dreaming until I realized I was buck-naked on the bed lying face down. I jerked my head to look at the door and it was open about a foot. Shit, anyone who walked down the hallway could see my hairy ass. Quickly, I jumped off the bed and pushed the door closed.
I thought I was home free until I heard the door to the master bathroom open. I stood bare ass naked as I watched the bathroom door open slowly.
It had to be my wife, I thought as I watched the face coming around the door. I was beyond shock as I saw my daughter’s face. She was as stunned as I was as she stared at my naked body with my tool dangling in the breeze. My hands quickly fell to cover my privates as she turned her head to look the other way.
“AMY!” “DAD!” we both yelled at the same time.
I walked to the bed and pulled up the sheets to shield my body. Amy was looking the other way and was walking to the hallway door at the same time. I finally noticed she was only wearing a large Winnie the Pooh tee shirt and carrying a bath towel. Before I could say another word she ran to the door, opened it, smiled and ran out.
I remembered what Beth had said last night. “We all looked through the basement door.” Amy had watched us screw each other and now she had a front row view of my tool.
I quickly got dressed in shorts and a tee shirt and moved into the hall. I noticed Amy’s door was the only door closed. I knocked lightly on the door but she didn’t answer. I knocked harder and still got no reply. Finally, I turned the knob and looked in. I saw the Pooh shirt and a pair of white bikini panties on the bed.
The interconnecting bathroom door was slightly open and I could hear music playing inside. May lightning strike me down I had to peek inside.
I couldn’t see her standing in the room so I twisted my head until I could see the shower. Through the frosted shower door I could see a pink body shape behind the hot water vapors. I could hear her singing along with the song playing on the radio.
It was payback time. She had seen me and now it was my turn. I moved back from the door and waited. My heart was beating rapidly as I peeked through the small opening.
I gulped when I heard the water turn off. The bath towel she had taken from the master bath was lying on the sink across from the shower.
The shower door opened and I saw a bare foot move out onto the fuzzy bathmat. The calf and thigh followed as my eyes traveled up her leg to her naked hip. I was breathing in short breaths as the top of her body appeared. I realized again, like I had last night with Beth, that these siblings were now women. I didn’t recognize the naked curves, pointed nipples or silky mound of the woman standing on the blue bathmat.
Her hips were smooth and perfectly curved. Tiny droplets of water were formed on her luring skin. The tan lines on her buttocks were quite a contrast between the creamy white areas bordered by a bronze tan. As she turned to reach for the bath towel I could see her side profile of her developed breast. She was definitely her mother’s daughter, I thought, as I gazed at her long hard rose pink nipple. She was turned slightly away from me and as she turned to dry her back I could see the ivory vee of her stomach as it pointed downward to her light brown bush. I watched the towel caress her smooth skin on her back, her hips and her thighs.
She dried her and opened her legs to get at the moist skin between her thighs. My eyes captured her pink lips peeking out through the dense auburn forest.
I was lost in my imagination when I heard someone coming up the stairs. SHIT. I hurried over to the hall door and peeked out.
“I’ll get you!” I heard Carol screaming.
Bill came running up the stairs in his pajama bottoms and hid in the hallway closet. Before he could shut the door Carol came around the corner. She was smiling as her eyes watched the closing door.
Carol was wearing a loose robe tied by a single cloth belt. As she turned the corner her robe parted and I could see a bare breast.
“Yoo-hoo, Bill?” She said as she walked up to the closet door.
“Are you in there?” she asked as she grabbed the doorknob. I watched as she slowly opened the door and peeked inside. I watched as my near naked sister-in-law move into the small closet and shut the door.
Seeing Amy in the bathroom and now imagining what Carol and Bill were doing in the closet had kick-started my prick. It woke from a resting sleep as it pushed outward under my shorts.
I walked into the empty hallway and tiptoed over to the closet. I heard Carol’s voice. “Where are you?”
“AH, I found you!” she said as I heard someone bang against the wall.
“So, what did you call your aunt downstairs?” she asked.
“I forget,” he answered with a laugh.
“I remember. You said I was an old lady.” She said as I heard a smacking noise. She hit him.
There was more banging noises and I heard Bill again, “Don’t I’m ticklish.” He laughed and laughed some more.
“Oh, what have I found here?” Carol said. “And, it is so big!” I knew of course that Carol had her paw on my son’s shaft.
“We shouldn’t…” Bill started to say. “Hush,” Carol cut him off. I heard more movements and banging against the wall.
I was so engrossed in what was going on in the closet I didn’t hear Amy’s door open or her footsteps up behind me. I jumped when her hand touched my arm.
“Amy,” I said turning to see her standing in her bathrobe.
“Who's in there?” Amy whispered as she moved her ear closer to the door.
“You shouldn’t listen.” I said trying to protect her as any father would.
“Relax and enjoy it?” We heard Carol say.
“It’s Aunt Carol.” Amy whispered.
“I know and Bill’s with her.” I added.
“What are they doing?” Amy asked softly. Before I could answer we heard Carol again.
“Your prick is so hard.”
Amy’s mouth opened wide as she realized what was going on. We didn’t say another word as we put our faces closer to hear.
Finally, Amy said, “I saw you in the game room last night with Aunt Carol.”
“I know. Beth told me.” I replied not looking at her.
“Beth told me what you and she did last night.” She said very softly. Damn it. Doesn’t anybody keep a secret around here? I thought to myself.
“She told me everything.” Amy said as we heard Carol say, “Do you think these belong to an old lady?” I imagined she was talking about her breasts.
My prick was pulsating now in my shorts. I was lost in my passions when I suddenly felt Amy’s robe covered ass back up against my bulge.
I jerked back a few inches but she kept coming at me. Finally I knew it was not an accident. I remained still as she pushed her round ass checks back against my hard-on. I remained frozen in place until she started to move her hips up and down my shaft.
