Trip with Brother

Hannah and Joe were home from their trip. Their parents, Don and Julie, were ecstatic to have them home. To celebrate, Don grilled steaks and baked potatoes. He served the food on the patio and they all sat around the table, discussing the trip. Hannah talked non-stop, relating the history that she and Joe had learned on the trip to the many Civil War battlefields and other places of interest. Joe occasionally got a word in, but was happy to let his lovely and lovable sister do the talking. She was interesting and had almost a photographic memory. His mind wandered, however, thinking about the incestuous activity in which they had engaged and wondering when that could resume.

The problem was that Hannah's bedroom was on the ground floor, right next to their parents' bedroom. His room was upstairs. Hannah was free to go to his room, and often did, but they dared not do anything remotely sexual with their parents around. Joe figured that, if it were possible for Hannah to get to his room and back to her own without being detected, they could probably get away with it. But that would not be easy to do. Joe was worried that Hannah might put an end to their physical relationship once they got home, but she had assured him that she had no such plans... but she did tell him that she wasn't willing to take risks, especially with their parents around.

Hannah had been thinking a lot about how Joe had teased her about their dad. She had related to him how she had seen their parents making love one night when they didn't realize she was home. She had told him how well hung their father was. Even though Joe was at least 7 inches and thick, and more than adequate, she thought, she knew that their father was way bigger. She couldn't say for sure, but she imagined that he must be ten inches long and was a good bit thicker than Joe. She had thought quite a bit about how hot it would be to do some of the things with her father that she had done with Joe. Now that she had been introduced to sex, she felt that her body had been awakened to all kinds of possibilities. She did love Joe, even romantically, and she wished he could be her boyfriend, but that was impossible. She was not going to promise Joe to be exclusive with him. She hoped he would not expect that, and she did not expect it of him. They needed to have that talk soon.

Don had been noticing how his daughter had been developing, but when Hannah and her brother came back from their trip she looked, somehow, more sensuous and sexual that he had ever noticed before. Was she wearing different clothes? Had she filled out a bit more? Her shape was fabulous. Her waist, he noted, was just tiny, but her breasts, while not huge, were large for her frame. They looked great! She also had a very nice ass. Most of her clothes hugged her sweet little ass in a most delicious way, her father noticed. He had not seen her totally naked in several years, but found himself wondering what her young body looked like naked. He wished he could find a way to see her totally nude.

The hallway downstairs had two rooms on either side. On the left were the parents' bedroom and Hannah's bedroom. On the right was the bathroom and a small room in the corner of the house that they called an office. The computer and a printer was located in the office. Don, who suffered from occasional migraine headaches, had also put a recliner in there. When he had a headache he slept in the recliner because it was the darkest room in the house when the door was closed.

Less than a week after the siblings came home, Don felt the beginnings of a migraine headache. Early in the evening he informed Julie that he was going to go ahead and try to go to sleep, hoping that the headache would not worsen. At around midnight he awakened. His head wasn't hurting, so he decided that he would go to his own room and get in bed with Julie.

Since Hannah's room was directly across the hall, he opened the door very carefully to keep from disturbing her. He noticed that his daughter's bedroom door was open, which was not unusual, and that there was a dim light somewhere in her room. Her bed was situated in such a way that he could see nothing but the end of the bed from his vantage point. He stayed still for a moment to see if he could hear Hannah or detect any movement, then he took a step into the hallway and, instead of turning to the left, toward his bedroom, took a couple of steps to the right, toward the end of the hallway. From this angle he could see his daughter's dresser mirror, which reflected her bed.

From the darkness of the hallway he could see his daughter, the covers pulled up just to her waist. Ah, the light was from her cellphone. They had always insisted that she not be on her phone after 10 PM, but now she was 18, so Don figured that the rules must have changed. There was no school the next day, of course. It was still summer. She was probably just texting a friend or, perhaps, reading some history book on her Kindle App. He would wish her good night and go on to bed.

She was lovely. Her face was that of an angel, he thought. From this spot, and in the light from her upraised phone, he could clearly see the outline of her teen breasts through the thin material of her nightgown. He had seen her in this nightgown, several times, and he knew that it was very thin. He always tried to avert his eyes so that he would not appear to be staring at her, but he was confident that, if she was in the right light, he could probably see her nipples and her panties through the diaphanous material.

He was about to make some small noise, intentionally, and then wish her goodnight, when he noticed her massaging one of her breasts! What? Was she sexting?? Or was she reading something naughty? Surely she wasn't watching porn! Don admitted to himself that he would rather her be watching porn than to be having online sex with some boy, or even worse, some pervert that preyed on young, sexy girls like her.

*****

The siblings had been home long enough that they were in a frenzy to be alone with each other. Joe, in desperation, texted his sister, hoping he didn't awaken her.

J: Hey, you awake?

H: You woke me up. I forgot to put it on silent.

J: I can't stop thinking about you.

H: Same here. We haven't been alone since we got home!

J: Do you still want to - you know?

H: You know I do! I need your big dick!

J: I saw you looking at Dad in his boxers last night

H: You did not. You pervert.

J: Admit it. You want him don't you?

H: Hmmm maybe

J: Are you excited?

H: Maybe

J: Imagine him coming in your room and sitting on your bed in just his boxers and you notice he's hard

H: Why are you teasing me about this?

J: It turns me on. I'm perverted, maybe

H: So you imagine me with him?

J: Is that bad?

H: Not necessarily, if it turns you on

J: It doesn't work if it doesn't turn you on, though

H: okay

J: Okay what?

H: I like talking about it

J: Are you excited now? Play with yourself.

H: I'm rubbing my tits.

J: What are you thinking about?

H: Daddy touching them.

J: Fuck that's hot

H: Yes. Do you want me to play with myself? Are you going to beat off, or save it for me?

J: Play with yourself. Pretend it is Dad.

H: I'm wet.

*****

Much to his shock, Don saw his daughter sit up and push her panties down. He couldn't actually see much because of the shadows, but he saw her remove her tiny panties and lay them beside her, then she threw the covers off of her lower body. There wasn't enough light for him to see her pussy, or even her hand, but her movements told the story. She was apparently texting, or typing, while she diddled herself. Occasionally she rubbed at her breasts. Don was hoping against hope that she would remove her nightie, or pull it up. Her face and upper chest were more illuminated than anything else. He was dying to see her young breasts. He wondered if they looked as good as he had imagined a thousand times.

Don usually slept in nothing but boxers, but when he slept in the recliner he wore pajamas, thinking that he would probably get up sometime during the night. As he watched his teenage daughter apparently playing with her pussy, he reached down and pushed his pajama bottoms down.

His cock was not fully hard. Even though Don was only 40 years old, the size of his cock kept him from keeping a full erection unless he was reclining. He was proud of how large his cock was, but there had been a lot of times when it simply got in the way. He had never thought much about how big he was until he started playing sports in high school. When the boys showered together, he was so much larger than the other boys that they had pinned several nicknames on him. Someone came up with the theory that "Don" was short for "Donkey" and that became his nickname. He didn't particularly like it, but it was flattering in a way. It wasn't until his father had surgery and was in the hospital, when Don was in his 30's, that he saw what his own dad was packing and he realized that his size was genetic. When he met Julie he was a virgin, though she was not. The first time she saw it, she told him that she would never be able to take him, but that didn't stop her from giving him excellent oral sex. The fact that his size turned her on soon led them to having sex, long before they were married.

Don lowered his pajamas and started beating his giant slab of man-meat, but the pajamas fell to the floor. He had intended to hold them halfway up while he played with himself, so he bent to pull them back up. His arm inadvertently hit the wall, making a slight noise. He quickly pulled his pajamas up, walked past his daughter's door, and went into his own bedroom.

*****

H: Shit, I think Dad was just outside my room!

J: Right. Tell him to come in!

H: I'm not shitting you. I was playing with myself and heard a noise and then he was walking by the door. I think he was coming out of the office, but what if he was watching?

J: That would be hot.

H: Joe! I'm serious.

J: Do you think he peeks on you? Like all the time??

H: No!

J: I dare you give him a show.

H: A show? What do you mean?

J: When nobody is around but you and him, let him see you. Like in underwear or naked!

H: You're crazy.

J: You like it though. And you're excited and you can't stand being dared. Am I right?

H: Maybe. Go to sleep. I'm turning this off right now. By the way, Mom and Dad are going out Friday night.

J: For real? I was gonna go fishing.

*****

Joe ended up going fishing on Thursday night. The Ladies' Bible Class at church met on Thursday nights, so Julie would be gone until at least 9 PM. Hannah had been thinking about Joe's dare that she give their Dad "a show". She knew that there was no way that she could just let her father see her naked. The thought was a turn-on, but she couldn't think of any scenario in which that could occur. There were other things, though. She had given it a great deal of thought.

Don, as well as the entire family, was an Atlanta Braves fan. Most of the games came on Direct TV, so most nights found Don sprawled on the couch, watching the game. Hannah wondered if her father had really been spying on her. She figured that casually mentioning she was going to take a shower and then leaving the bathroom door cracked open a tiny bit would be a good way to see whether he reallty was or just a product of her and Joe's imagination..

"Hey Daddy, what's the score?" she asked as she walked into the living room.

Don glanced up at his daughter. She wore tight shorts and a tee shirt. She, as always, looked cute. "Braves are up 3-1 in the third. Want to watch with me?"

"Sure, but I'm going to grab a quick shower first."

"Okay, Baby. I'm always glad to get spend time with my little girl," he grinned, but the image of her sexy teen body naked in the shower sprang unbidden to his mind as she turned and left the room.

Don heard the shower when it came on and thought idly that he wished he could watch. He became aware that the shower seemed louder than usual. Sitting up, he looked down the hall and noticed that Hannah had left the bathroom door cracked open a couple of inches. That was certainly unusual, he reflected. She was always careful to lock the door every time she was in the bathroom. So why was she leaving it cracked open now? 'Ah, Joe is not home and she's not worried about me. She probably wouldn't even think anything about it if I went in there to pee,' he thought.

He got up and carefully walked to the bathroom door. He could peep through the crack and see that the shower door was closed. The door was clear and he could see his daughter, though not very clearly. He could only make out a movement now and then... an arm, a leg, maybe a shoulder. He very carefully pushed the door open another couple of inches. He could now see the naked body of his daughter through the foggy shower door. The knowledge that he was actually seeing his daughter naked, though he could not see anything clearly at all, sent a surge of desire to his loins. He didn't want to do anything sexual with his daughter - he wouldn't ever do such a thing - but he was dying to see her young, naked body. He could feel himself begin to harden. Did he dare stand here and watch her get out of the shower? Was it worth the risk?

Hannah was well aware when her father pushed the door open a bit wider. She couldn't actually see him peeking in at her, but she knew that he was there. What to do? There was really nothing she could do in the shower that would make it more enticing. She wondered if he would stick around to see her emerge from the shower - and what he would do if she caught him. She decided that she would get out of the shower with her back to him so that, if indeed he was still there, he could watch her without fear of her seeing him. She turned the shower off and carefully slid the shower door open. She grabbed her towel off of off its hanger and turned her back to the door as she began to dry her hair while still standing in the shower.

Don had ducked away from the door when she slid the shower door open, then had carefully peeked around, seeing the glorious naked back and ass of his teenage daughter. 'Wow,' he thought. 'What a shape! Her waist must not be much over 20 inches! And what a perfect ass!' His cock lurched. He reached down and adjusted it inside his shorts. He could see his daughter turn slightly sideways and could see the profile of one of her breasts, but she wasn't turned far enough for him to see the nipple. He noted how firm and young her flesh looked. He wished that he could touch her, if nothing else. To just put his hands on her, to let his hands roam over her lust-inciting young body - that would satisfy him. He didn't have to do anything else - but of course he couldn't even do that.

He decided that he would close the door back to how she had left it, but when he did, the hinges creaked. Shit!

"Daddy, is that you?" Hannah asked as she turned toward the door, briefly and purposely, displaying her naked front, then wrapping the towel around herself. "Come on in if you need to," she said, nonchalantly, even though she was slightly trembling with excitement. She liked this, she decided. She might be just a bit of an exhibitionist. Before her sexuality had been awaked by her older brother, this would have been unthinkable. Now it was something that she knew she enjoyed. She was fairly positive that her father had gotten at least a glimpse of her naked body. She wished she could think of an excuse to allow him to see her longer. Should she accidentally drop her towel? No, too obvious. That was lame.

"I'm sorry, honey. I needed to pee. The door was cracked open so I didn't know you would..." he stammered as he walked into the bathroom, hoping that she wouldn't notice the huge bulge in his shorts. Even though he was but halfway hard, it still made a sizable tent. Did she just glance down at it?

Hannah tied the towel around her. She glanced in the mirror and noticed that it only covered her nipples by a couple of inches and that a great deal of cleavage was visible over the top of the towel. It also barely covered her ass. She sat on the vanity stool and noticed that the towel rode up so much that her crotch was barely covered.

"Go ahead, Daddy. Or should I go out until you're through?"

"No, that's fine," he said, unsure of whether he could even urinate at this stage. It was erect enough that he would have to push it downward and aim it at the bathroom bowl. He turned his back to her and fished his thick log of horse cock out. He wondered what his little girl would think if she got a look at what he had between his legs. He was almost sure that she had never had sex and she probably had never seen a man's cock, much less one as massive as his. He pushed his cock downward and aimed. After a few seconds, his pee started to flow.

Don hadn't realized that his daughter could see the reflection of his cock in the mirror. She saw clearly when he fished out his gargantuan organ and, even though she realized that it wasn't fully hard, she noted that it was way bigger than her brother's. Her nipples immediately hardened and she could feel her pussy lubricating itself. She was amazed at how the human body was designed to ready itself for intercourse. She knew, of course, that they weren't going to have intercourse, but her body didn't know that and it was instinctually preparing itself to be bred. She longed to touch it, to lick it, to suck it... she wanted it, but only instinctively. She didn't want to actually fuck her own father. Joe was quite enough for her. He could satisfy her, but she knew that the act of "showing" herself to her father and then seeing his gigantic penis would make sex with Joe even better the next evening. She couldn't wait. She wished that they could fuck that very night. She was ready and eager right this moment. She needed sex, but she knew that waiting 24 more hours would make it even better.

As Don put his cock back in his shorts he glanced at the mirror and thought for a micro-second that his daughter had been looking at his cock in the mirror. Maybe not. What if she had? So what? He was very proud of his equipment, though he had never ever bragged about it except, kiddingly, with his wife. If Hannah had seen it, she would realize for the rest of her life that no man could compare with her father in that way. They might be smarter, better looking, better lovers, better men... but Don was confident that they wouldn't be hung like him. He quickly rinsed his hands and walked back to the couch.

Hannah reached under her towel and, no surprise, found that she was extremely wet. She was very turned on. She wanted to do something naughty, but what? She couldn't actually do something sexual with her father - that was way out of bounds - her mind was turning thousands of things over that she could possibly do to make this evening more interesting for both of them. Of course, whatever it was had to be something that she could tell Joe about later. For whatever reason, Joe was turned on by this "Daddy" thing - and now she was absolutely positive that she was, as well.

She went to her room and found the pajama set that she had bought on a whim a few months previously. When she wore it one night her mother had told her that it wasn't appropriate and that she was not to come out of her room with it on. It was fine to sleep in, but her father nor her brother should see her in such a 'scandalous' outfit. It really wasn't that bad, she thought. It was essentially a shorty pajama set, with extremely short bottoms and a loose fitting top. It was of a silky material, and Hannah guessed that her mother considered that too sexy to be worn in front of her Dad and brother. But Mom wasn't home. She pulled the pajama shorts over her panties, noting that they were so loose fitting that her panties could be seen if she moved in certain ways. She put the top on, which hung down below her waist. She buttoned only the top button so that most of her tummy was bare. She modeled in front of her mirror and decided that her mother was right. She did, indeed, look very sexy in them. She wished, now, that she had taken them on her trip with her brother!