Sarah had spent the entire next day in failed attempt after failed attempt to get her father to admit what he saw. She pranced past him in tiny cotton shorts and a small tank top claiming to need cloths from the laundry room. His eyes were glued to her ass when she bent at the waist to dig through the dryer. She had made sure she was soaking wet before putting the shorts on, leaving a dark mark on the thin fabric.
Henry's face had grown red at the sight. Her tits were ready to fall free from the tank. The evidence of her arousal pooling between her legs made his dick hard. He hadn't even registered that he was rubbing his hard-on through his pajama pants. Her hips swayed as she re-entered the kitchen.
"Everything okay, Daddy? You look a little stressed," Sarah cooed as she set the basket on the table near her father. She leaned on her arms over the basket and smiled when his eyes followed her beautiful tits.
"Everything's fine, sweetheart," he choked out. His cock was throbbing against his hand. "Do you have classes today?"
"Not until later." She batted her lashes at him. "I have some things to take care of before I leave. Maybe you could help me?"
"Sure," he cleared his throat. "What do you need help with?"
"It's a little embarrassing." She tucked some hair behind her ear and feigned being shy. She scooped up the basket again and shook her head. "Never mind."
"No," he snatched her hand as she passed. "What is, Sarah?"
"Well," she sighed, tilting her head. "Some of my clothing has disappeared. I was hoping you could keep an eye out for them."
"What exactly am I looking for?" He released her and shifted in his seat when he realized her perfect chest was at eye level.
"My panties." She hung her head and bit her lip. She had to fight the smile when she caught sight of his hand under the table rubbing a little more frantically.
"Your panties," he coughed, trying not to let his true curiosity show. "Are missing? Which ones?"
"All of them." She kissed his cheek in appreciation before prancing out of the room again. She shut her door and shimmied out of the ruined shorts. Next to go was the useless top. There was something freeing about being naked that she had never noticed before. Contemplating her next move, she sought for her favorite toy.
Soft music filled her room as she rubbed the vibrating toy against her swollen clit. She moaned as a smile stretched across her face. Visions of her brother's fingers in place of the toy filtered through her closed eyes. The familiar groan in her ear as he nibbled at her neck. The low claim of her pussy being his. Her moans grew louder as the man in her delusion shift to an older man sharing many of the same features as her brother.
She purred out the single word confirming her fantasy to the prying set of ears on the other side of the door. Henry's hand was wrapped around his throbbing cock as he listened to the sweet sounds seeping from his daughter's room. Each time her raspy voice muttered out daddy his dick twitched in his hand. The smile on her face grew as she heard a deep groan over the music.
Biting her lip, Sarah sat up before tip-toeing over to the door. She pressed an ear to the door and listened to the panting growing heavier with each second that passes. Yanking open the door she rested a hand on her bare hip and eyed the man who was suddenly red faced for other reasons than being worked up.
