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Dad was shaving his penis. I could see him reflected in the tall mirror through the half open bathroom door. His penis was covered in foam and he was holding the end, pulling it away and running his razor along his length, and then rinsing his blade under the running tap. He did this a few times, each time moving his blade a little further around. Then he put the blade down, squirted some foam into his hands and rubbed the foam over his danglies.
Dad bent his knees and squatted a bit, he then picked up the razor and started shaving his balls, cutting through the foam and rinsing under the tap. Crumbs, I was glad I was a girl, a mons is so much easier to shave, and even that is hard enough, you don't want to nick yourself down there. When he had finished, he put the razor down and wet the flannel under the tap and started wiping all the foam off, that took quite a while and quite a lot of flannel rinses.
Dad took a towel off the rail and dried himself thoroughly and then took some after sun lotion from the cabinet and covered where had shaved quite liberally. I use after sun too, it is brilliant at reducing shaving rash and irritation. I scooted into my room, it looked as if dad had finished and would be coming out of the bathroom soon. In my room I took off my top and then my skirt and just sat on my bed in my panties and bra.
"Let me know when you're done dad, I could do with a shower," I shouted.
"All yours now baby," dad shouted back.
I grabbed some clean panties and fresh bra and headed to the bathroom. Dad was just coming out; he had a towel around his middle. He really should have had the join at the side I suppose, it was pretty much open at the front.
"Hi daddy." I said trying very hard not to look at his penis.
"Hi baby. Kiss?"
"D'uh daddy, of course." I leant up and kissed him and felt his hardening cock dig into my stomach as he kissed back.
"mmm daddy," I said, "I need to shower, permission to pass."
Dad stepped back and bowed, "of course ma'am" he laughed. I went into the bathroom, closed the loo lid, dad always leaves it up, and put my clean underwear on that, stripped off my dirty and tossed it into the laundry basket and turned the shower on. I took a sneaky glance at the mirror, and I could see daddy watching from the landing. I wondered if he had seen me watching him?
I ran my hand over my mons, smooth, no need to shave today. I put a shower cap on and stepped under the hot water. I squirted Gel onto my scrunchie and started rubbing myself all over. First my armpits and between my legs, and then back to my shoulders. Slowly I rubbed the scrunchie over my shoulders and then down, under each boob, lightly across my nipples and then down my sides and back between my legs. I leant back onto the shower wall and lifted each foot up to clean them.
'ha' I thought, 'if anyone just happened to be looking, they would get a right open view of my fanny.' I laughed and then put the scrunchy down. I took the shower head off the wall and used it free hand to rinse all the suds away, and oh my, I do get a funny feeling when I direct the head at my groin and the little jets of water collide with my clitoris. I could probably get myself off doing that.
I dried everywhere with my towel and put my clean underwear on. Done. I do love a shower and headed back to my room.
"Oh hi daddy," I said as I passed him on the landing.
"Hi baby," he said as he went into his bedroom. Oh dad.
I sat on my stool in front of my dresser in my bra and pants to apply my make up. I combed all my hair back into a pony and put a band around it. Eye liner and mascara, a little foundation and blusher and then a ruby red lipstick. I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. I was pretty sure I caught a glimpse of dad out of the corner of my eye, well, I had left my bedroom door half open.
Bra next, stripping off the one I had on, and grabbed an underwired, it enhanced my cleavage and every girl likes a good cleavage. I had been known to use a little foundation and blusher on my decolletage, just to enhance the appearance, but, not today. Panties matched my bra, of course, and then holdups. They were new, the stretch was still tight, they wouldn't need suspenders. My dress was a low cut blue handkerchief hem and some was just below my crotch and some just above my knees. With my blue heels, I was going to be stunning.
I grabbed my clutch, check for cash, door key, and debit card, shouted goodbye to dad, and headed off, my Uber was just pulling up. Leonid was waiting for me outside The Pint Pot, and as I got out of the car he came across and hugged me and kissed me.
"Hello sis," he said, "you look bloody stunning. If I weren't your brother, well, that would have been a different kiss."
"Oh, don't hold back on my account you lecherous beast." And I laughed and we headed in.
Leonid, or Leo as we usually called him, had suggested we got together as we hadn't seen each other for a while. I still lived at home; he had his own place in town. I had suggested the Pint Pot, it was usually busy enough that we could just chat and not be disturbed.
We grabbed a table to the back. It wasn't a karaoke night so not as busy as it usually was when I went. We settled on a bottle of white. He came back a few minutes later with a bottle of Pouilly and a couple of glasses. He poured, "cheers Sis," he said.
"So," he asked, "how are the folks?"
"No change, dad is home a lot, he somehow manages to make his boss think he works from home, mum is out working most of the day. Food happens, TV happens, I go to bed, they go to bed, sometimes they shag."
Leo laughed, "nothing changes sis. What about you, boys much?"
"Occasionally, but rarely more than once. They usually bore me, and it takes more than boredom to get my knickers off."
He put his hand on my leg and slipped it up, his fingers probing my groin.
"Oh, you are actually wearing some I see."
I laughed. "You are so rude brother, should you really be putting your hands up there?"
"If you hadn't have been wearing knickers I wouldn't have stopped."
"Promises, promises," I laughed. We talked about all sorts of rubbish and soon we were at the end of our second bottle and he was getting a bit more handsy, and I really didn't care much, we were in a pub, what could he do?
He was sat between me and most of the rest of the pub. His hand was on my knee again and his lid it slowly up and pinged my stocking top. He carried on and found the hem of my panties, lifting it up he slid his finger inside and found my wetness. Oh.
I squeezed my legs together, "no Leo," I hissed. "Not here?"
"You can stay at mine tonight?"
"No Leo. Not tonight." I pulled his hand away. It was tempting though, to stay at his, but, no.
We hugged our goodbyes, Leo naughty as ever, making sure my boobs didn't fall off, and then my Uber was here, and I was home.
"Hello Mica, your mum's in bed, so quiet baby girl please."
"Yes daddy, just going to sit in the lounge."
"Okay, I'll join you."
I went into the lounge, there was just a small sidelight on, and sat on the sofa, enjoying the dim light. Dad came in and sat next to me, I leaned on him and rested my hand on his leg.
"Did you have a good night baby?"
"Yes daddy, excellent. Leo bought some Poilly Fume, and we drank and talked and laughed, yes it was good, a really fun evening, it was good to see him, it has been a while."
"Yes, we haven't seen him for ages. Mum talks to him on the phone and she pops over occasionally, but I don't think we see him much, not as much as your mum would like, I think she misses him."
I wondered if mum would miss me as much, but then, I knew dad would miss me, so I guess it all evens itself out. Dad squeezed me closer.
"I love you daddy," I said, squeezing his leg a little higher.
"Oh baby, you know I love you so much too," dad said squeezing tighter, his hand around my waist.
"I ought to go to bed daddy," I said, "but I love being here with you, just the two of us."
"Me too baby," and his hand cupped my boob.
I moved my hand a little higher up his leg, I could feel his firmness grow, his trousers stretched. Dad leant over and kissed me, his mouth open, tongue searching, probing.
"Oh daddy," I murmured, my tongue responding, our lips pressing, dad's breath gasping. I curled my hand around his hardness and squeezed.
Dad pulled back and stood up.
"No baby, I mustn't, this is wrong," he said, my hopes were crushed.
He turned and walked out of the room and I heard him go upstairs and his bedroom door shut. I wondered if he would find mum awake and bestow his attentions on her.
Oh dad had made me so horny, I wanted him, I needed him inside me. I ran my finger over my panties, pressing the cotton into my valley, my clitoris was on fire, wanting my attention. I put my hands in my panties waist and slid them down my legs, the air of the room caressing my sex. I opened my knees and my fanny breathed the air, calling for my fingers. I ran my finger around my opening, feeling my wetness, my arousal.
I imagined my finger was my dad's cock, pressing, entering, invading, possessing, and my breath held in my throat, oh, my need was so great. I pushed my fingers in as far as I could, my palm pressing my valley lips open and exposing my button. My fingers eased out of my fanny and slid along my valley to my clitoris.
'Oh fuck,' I gasped as I made contact and my back tightened, my nipples hardened and I knew I was about to finish what dad had started. With my other hand I pressed against my entrance, three fingers probing, my fingernails scraping inside as I pressed deep. A touch on my clitoris and I was done, my climax exploded through my body and I was gasping dad, dad, oh yes, have me dad. My moment passed, I relaxed, still wanting, still needing.
