Steve sat in his favourite chair, beer in hand, staring at the TV screen, but if you'd asked him what he was watching, he'd have been lost for an answer. His mind drifted -- again -- onto the one thing that had occupied what seemed ;like every waking hour since last weekend.
Sunday morning -- his favourite time of the week; no alarm clock, his daughter Danni, as usual, staying over with one of her friends after spending Saturday night clubbing and/or partying, the house quiet, Steve was enjoying the peace and quiet and taking to opportunity to relieve the pressure in his balls, that had been building up over the last few days. Lying naked on his bed, his hand wandered down to his cock, that was already starting to swell at the thoughts swirling through his head.
He'd known Lauren, his niece, since she was a baby, although it was only in the last four years after Lauren and her mother moved back to Coventry, that he'd watched her growing from a gangly awkward young teenager into a gorgeous 18 year old, who had a string of young men lusting after her. The funny thing was that although she always had the boys around her, none of them ever seemed to stick around for any length of time, no permanent boyfriend on the scene. She seemed to prefer to spend time with Steve's daughter Danni; the 2 girls would spend hours in Danni's room or over at Laurens house, giggling, laughing and talking about heaven knows what -- probably boys, clothes, pop music and make-up, Steve thought.
The 2 girls couldn't have looked more different -- Lauren 5-8, brunette hair dyed blond and cut in a bob, a pair of apple-sized boobs, a gorgeous peach-shaped bum, thighs that were a little chunky and finished with legs and feet that looked great when she wore heels. On the other side of the coin, Danni was 5-4, long blond hair halfway down her back, a pair of tits that were the envy of the girls in her class at school (36DD according to her bra), a slim body with legs to match. Steve had no idea why he was attracted to Lauren so much, but there was just something about her that made his cock hard when he pictured her in her bra and panties or naked. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd wanked himself off thinking about her; each time he saw her he had to fight to keep his mental images of her out of his mind, and to keep his cock under control.
Once or twice he'd caught glimpses of Laurens tits when he managed a peek down a shirt, undone just one or two buttons too much, and on one unforgettable weekend summer afternoon, as she ran upstairs to join Danni, her skirt had flown up, revealing the thin material of the red lacy thong that she was wearing under her skirt. By the time Monday morning came round, Steve's cock was actually raw from wanking -- he'd cum so many times reliving that moment.
Even now, months later, the image of Lauren wearing that red thong seemed to be permanently engraved in his memory, and this Sunday morning was going to be another occasion when he emptied the cum from his balls, thinking about Lauren and what she would look like without the thong; he groaned as he felt his cock starting to tingle as his cum began its journey from his balls. Eyes closed and totally absorbed he was totally oblivious to the fact that his bedroom door had swung open, or that he was being closely observed by 2 teenage faces, both blushing but rapt in attention at the sight of Steve wanking, pulling his foreskin back on each stroke, revealing the purple crown of his cock. He could feel his climax getting close and he began to jerk his hips -- just as though he was actually fucking the subject of his imagination, unaware that the object of his desire was standing a few feet away from him.
Steve felt his cum beginning its journey to the shaft of his cock, and wanked harder, moaning with each stroke and whispering Laurens name, as he imagined his cum shooting from his cock deep into her tight young pussy. "Oh fuck Lauren, YES!!!!" he shouted as he ejaculated a fountain of hot cum over his hand and belly. As his body began to relax, he opened his eyes and saw both Danni & Lauren staring at him, well not really at him, but at his (now rapidly shrinking) cock. "what the fuck are you doing, get out!" he yelled at them. The girls looked at each other and then back at him, and then both of them burst into laughter, turned away and ran off heading for Danni's room "Nice seeing you Dad" was all he heard as Danni slammed the door, the lock clicking, followed by the sound of 2 teenagers laughing fit to burst.
After pulling on his dressing gown, Steve sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, thinking that he'd just wrecked his relationship with his own daughter, and probably his sister and niece as well. He decided he needed to get out of the house and leave the girls to themselves, after what they'd witnessed, they really wouldn't want to see any more of him tonight. Pulling on his clothes, he called his sister Gail and asked if he could come over for a chat "Of course you can -- you want to eat as well?" Realising that he was actually hungry, he told her yes, and she said she'd order in for them both. Going downstairs, he scribbled note to Danni telling her where he was going, and to call him if there were any problems -- well other than you and your best friend walking in on your father naked, wanking and cumming in front of you. He thought Danni would be too pissed at him to answer any calls or text messages from him that night -- or maybe any night soon.
Steve arrived at his sisters house after a20 minute drive -- most of the time he was barely conscious of the journey, his mind was occupied thinking about what he was actually going to say to Gail, and how he could possibly explain being naked in front of her daughter. Every way he looked at it, there was no way of explaining or excusing himself; what made things worse was that he KNEW that Lauren must have heard him mentioning her name in the moments before he shot his load -- right in front of her. As he pulled into the driveway of Gail's house, he shook his head and mentally prepared himself for a tongue-lashing (at least) -- as for the worst, well he didn't even want to think abut that.
