[All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.]
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With the shower off, I assumed their next step would be to get ready and dress for the day like any normal two people would. So I listened for their footsteps to split up, for Kell's to head into her room and Dad's to go off down the hall to his, which in each case would be followed by them picking clothes out from their separate walk-in closets, both far enough away from their doors that I could maybe tiptoe by and get downstairs and out without being noticed.
Instead, I heard them moving down the hallway together.
Fine, great, they're going to finish getting ready in the master bathroom. Kell will put on the hair dryer and that'll make tons of cover noise for me. Even better.
I put my arms through the straps of my backpack and picked my shoes back up.
More footsteps... on the stairs.
Really? You're going downstairs in nothing but towels?
Or was it in nothing at all?
Who gives a shit? They'll have to go in the kitchen to get breakfast. That gives me a shot at the front door. If I'm fast and quiet enough.
I eased my door open, pivoted out of my room, eased it closed again. The distant hints of their voices hinted a little harder without the door in between us, but still not enough for me to get the words.
Definitely all the way downstairs, though.
I crept along the hallway past the study, past Kell's cheery, peach-painted bedroom with its bed in uncharacteristic disarray.
Don't look to see if there's a wet spot.
Yeah, there was a wet spot.
Or is that a couple of wet spots? Shit, how heavy was I sleeping?
I shook myself.
Focus, Chelsea! That's
not
the most critical info right now.
The voices from downstairs had stabilized, and now each step made them louder.
"... so sexy... towel," Dad said.
"You... in that nothing," Kell replied.
They both laughed.
Fuck. They're in the living room.
The stairs came out in the living room. If they were sitting around down there, I wasn't going anywhere.
"... do today, sweetheart?"
"I dunno... may not have... enough fucking."
"You're insatiable."
"Am not. I just... healthy appetite."
Near the top of the stairs now. The way opened up to my left, so I could see the bannister leading down from the end of the hall, along with a tiny slice of the living room through the posts -- just a swatch of carpet and a nibble of the loveseat.
"So is your appetite healthy enough for lunch anytime soon?"
"Kind of depends."
"On what?"
"On whether you're still talking about my sex appetite and offering me 'lunch,' or if you mean appetite appetite and actual lunch."
"The first one. It hasn't been long enough since actual breakfast for actual lunch."
Great. Of course.
If I'd slept through multiple rounds of the two of them doing it, why would I expect they still hadn't had breakfast? From the sound of things, they weren't moving around.
Must be sitting down. Probably looking at each other, should be safe for me to get a little closer.
I put my shoes down and crawled. More of the room came into view -- the back of the couch, then a little more of the couch -- with Kellie's naked legs stretched out on the cushions. I could see the whole love seat now, right-angled to the couch and empty. Dad must be in the comfy chair across from Kell.
"Also," he continued, "the security guy is coming today, and I figured we could go out for actual lunch after he's gone."
Yes! They're going out! Wait... security guy?
"Oh yeah," she said. Then: "Oh shit, when's he supposed to get here? I don't want him showing up while I'm in the middle of sucking your cock."
Jesus, he wasn't kidding about 'insatiable,' was he?
"Between noon and one, they said. Plenty of time for you to suck my cock. Maybe even twice, with a break for me to go down on you in between."
Good lord!
I could see her hips squirm as she laughed at that. The movement brought a little more of her crotch into view. Totally shaved, but I couldn't see any detail beyond that yet.
Yet?
Yeah, I was still creeping forward to get a better and better view. My sister lay along the couch, propped up against the throw pillows at the end nearest me. She slouched enough that I could see her belly in addition to her hips and legs, but not so far down I could see her tits.
I found myself really wanting to see her tits. I mean, I have before... we're sisters, and we've shared a bathroom most of our lives. But I've never seen them when she had them out for sex purposes. It felt like that would somehow make a big difference.
She had her hair up in a towel, and I had a good view of her bare shoulders, their pale curves just higher than the back of the couch.
"Hey." Dad's voice broke the peaceful little silence where I'd gotten in position to ogle my sister's naked body.
"Hmm?"
"I love you, you know."
"Of course I know. I love you too. God, you're such a boy. I fuck you a few times in one morning, you admit you want me to suck you off too, and all of a sudden you've got to make sure I don't think you're a shallow prick who only wants me because I'm a great lay."
He laughed. "You're only making it worse. Now I've got to really prove myself. I'd better not have any more sex with you at all today, just treat you like the fairytale princess you are so there's no doubt my heart is true and my intentions pure."
"Whoa, dude. That's not funny. No more talk like that. I'm insatiable, remember? We have
definitely
not had enough sex for today.
"Are you serious or are you joking? Because as you can see, I could totally walk over there and add another round toward our sex quota for today."
"I was joking, but holy shit, look at that boner."
God, I wanted to look at that boner.
Preferably right before he puts it in you, Kell. Come on, Dad, get off your ass and go get on top of your elder daughter.
But Kellie didn't change her position a hair, and neither of them said anything, and the house went peaceful and quiet again, until I could hear a lawnmower buzzing somewhere down the street. And the longer that silence went on, the more I realized... I could also hear them staring at each other.
How do you hear a look?
But I did. I heard them laying hold of each other's eyes and I heard them saying things with those eyes. Deep and lovely and delighted things. It was totally singing out from Kell's posture too.
Finally, Dad said, "Okay, I've got to be all mushy again."
