Dinner was almost finished and I was about to get up and help mom with the kitchen cleanup when dad said, "Sis Hon, hold on a minute will you, there's something we need to talk about.
I sat back and, expectantly, said, "Sure Dad, what's up?"
It was early evening on a school day early in March, I was pretty certain I had done nothing to warrant a scolding; my grades were better than anytime in recent history, so I was confident that there was no need to be concerned for myself, a situation that had not always been the case in the past. Besides, both mom and dad were smiling in a way I knew from experience signaled I would not be disappointed.
Mom, dad and I live in the last house on a winding street that, because of land features, will never be extended. Nor, for many of the same reasons, will anyone ever build on the property behind us. The wooded area behind the house is almost like a private park no one else knows about and on especially warm days there is a small brook I can dangle my feet in. Recently, it was so hot that I found a pool deep enough to accommodate me, took off all my clothes and stretched out in the water, much the same as I would in a bathtub filled with tepid water. No one will ever know the naughty thrill I experienced when I heard voices and a couple of kids I know walked by not more than ten feet away. Fortunately the banks of the brook were deep enough that they didn't discover me and I made no effort to make my presence known.
With no embarrassment at all, I watched breathlessly as they paused walking and went into a hot embrace. John was wearing Spandex shorts that began to bulge enticingly the moment they began to kiss. Using his right hand, John fumbled the buttons on Jean's blouse open so that her unencumbered breasts spilled free. With her tits fully exposed, Jean broke the kiss and said, "Come on Johnny, there is a grassy spot over here. Lets get down in the grass and do it."
John, obviously horny was slow agreeing, saying, "But Sis, Bobbie Jameson and her parents live right over there in that house. Isn't there somewhere else we can go where there isn't as much chance we'll be caught?"
Jean giggled and said, "Oh come on John, I doubt any of them ever come out here and besides, Mr. and Mrs. Jameson are at work and Bobbie would never tell if she did discover us, so do you want to fuck or not?"
John and Jean disappeared from view leaving me amazed with the knowledge that the brother and sister from down the street were about to have sex. I made a mental note to keep my eyes open so that should their encounters be an ongoing thing, I might actually get to see them fucking.
Mom is 37 and I bet could pass for 25 if she wanted, least I have watched young guys at the mall give her an appreciative eye. 'Course they were giving me and every other woman in the place the eye as well, but I knew there wasn't a one of them who wasn't trying to peel her clothes away with his eyes. I know that she knew it too, because there is a special way she carries herself when we are out that is totally different from the way she looks and acts when there is only dad and me around. She is about five foot five inches tall, has shoulder length light brown hair that she wears with a flip. Her most noticeable feature just may be her breasts. I suppose I say that because although I am female, I really do notice a woman's breasts long before any of her other physical features catch my attention. I don't think mom tries especially to draw attention to her tits but they are a good three or maybe four inches larger than her waist measurement and have to be at least two inches bigger around than her hips. She often wears short skirts or shorts that display, perfectly, her long legs. I overheard one of the guys at school say, "My God, her legs reach all the way to her tits," one time when we were at a basketball game. Anyhow, at 118 pounds, she is just about the most perfect woman I know. I don't think she is aware that I know, but she is so obvious, whenever she is horny around home, she wears a bra designed to show as much cleavage as possible and she leaves the top three or four buttons of her blouse unfastened. She never wears oversize tee shirts or any other sort of top that will hide her charms on those special days. I noted with some amusement that her attire that evening was a clear signal that there would be some wild activity in the bedroom later.
Dad is 38, a good six feet two inches tall and weighs close to 210 pounds, at least that is what he said earlier when he came down to breakfast. All of us work out at a fitness center so all are quite fit, but dad, especially, seems to have benefited the most from the workouts. The center has a lap pool as well as a spa so I am quite used to seeing dad dressed in only his Speedo trunks and can say without fear of contradiction that his body is fantastic. I often wish the locker rooms were unisex so that I could see all of his body the way mom and I see each other when we change. I also wish that I had nerve enough to walk around the house the way mom does sometimes. She thinks nothing of running down to start the coffee wearing nothing but her panties or maybe a loosely fastened robe that flashes her pussy or her tits. One time when she must have thought I was still upstairs, she let the robe belt drop loosely from the loops so that dad wouldn't miss seeing all of the front of her delicious body.
Occasionally, but not often, dad will appear briefly wearing nothing more than bikini briefs. I think his dick is always limp the few times it has happened, but those briefs are so small I can't help but believe that he must be endowed with at least an eight or nine inch very thick cock. I often lie awake at night and visualize how nice he must look with nothing on and sporting an erection, helps me achieve a fantastic orgasm when I finger myself. Naturally, my fantasies have extended to imagining how nice it would feel sliding into my pussy. Usually, I end up very frustrated, wet and horny and fall asleep, probably with a smile and usually with one or two fingers shoved as far as possible up in my vagina.
Anyhow, I am eighteen now and in my final year of high school. I have been accepted for the fall term at the state university. I will be a 'townie' and live at home so may miss some of the extra curricular activities that go with college life. I am not much interested in most of the Greek activities that I have observed over the years and hate the way those girls and guys treat most of the other students. I find all of the alcohol related activities juvenile, drugs frighten the hell out of me and I have no desire to be known as an easy lay or as someone to be fucked and forgotten after a one night stand. From what I have seen over the years, most sorority and frat parties are nothing but drunken orgies. I have known girls who, on the day after a party, haven't a clue as to how many guys or girls, for that matter, they fucked the night before. I guess the most disgusting thing is that they don't seem to care but are willing to wait impatiently for the next party. Contraceptive pills most likely are at the bottom of the girl's willingness to be exposed to whatever their frivolous ways may bring in the way of heartache and disaster.
Unlike either mom or dad, my hair is naturally golden blonde and because of the active life I lead, is worn quite short. I especially dislike the morning ritual with comb, brush, curling irons, etc. that most females are faced with if their hair is long. I don't know how mom stands the agony of doing her hair each and every day of her life. Already, I am as tall as my mother and, fortunately, have a body every bit as nice as hers. My tits may not be quite as large but, on the other hand, I am not quite as tall nor do I weigh as much so, all in all, I think I am almost a mirror image of mom. Mom and a few of my closest friends have seen me naked so they are the only ones who have ever seen my blonde bush. At that, I know I spend too much time keeping it neatly trimmed. Lately, I have been thinking seriously about shaving myself smooth. I saw Jenny Peters naked in the locker room a couple of weeks ago and her pussy was as slick as mine used to be a long time ago. Whatever, I'm certain no one has ever seen a single hair outside of the crotch band of my Bikini, panties if I am in the girl's locker room.
Dad's next words brought me back from my reverie when he said, "They put the vacation sheet up at the office today, so we need to decide, and quickly, when and, I suppose, what we want to do for our vacation this year." He looked at mom and said, "How about it Julie, do you have anything in mind you would like to do? Any special place you would like to visit?"
Mom grinned and said, "The only thing I am sure of is that I would like to get away from the awful heat I know we'll have around here." Dad turned to me and said, "How about you Bobbie, do you have anything special in mind you would like to do?"
I shrugged and said, "Well, first off, I'll second mom's suggestion about getting away from the heat. Then, you know how much I love swimming, so I guess somewhere where there is a river or lake would do very nicely." I hastened to add, "No cold water though, Daddy."
Dad just about blew my mind when he said, "Yeah Hon, we wouldn't want to have cold water raise goose bumps all over your lovely bod, now would we?" He looked at mom and said with a soft chuckle, "Nor yours either for that matter."
