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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.