This story is a complete fantasy and no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain.
The women had almost completed everything when Tom and Brian came in. They were noisy as they had had a few drinks. Tom was full of himself as he kissed his wife on the forehead and laughed "I beat him today Elizabeth. I was really on form."
Brian smiled and said "He's right Mom, he was really good. I will have to get some extra lessons.
Tom looked so happy as he hugged Wendy saying "And how is my favourite little girl today." Both Wendy and Elizabeth laughed. They enjoyed seeing the men so happy. Tom couldn't help telling them all about his different shots.
Elizabeth handed out the sandwiches as Wendy poured the tea. It was just like the old times before the kids had got married. Brian did make a nominal gesture saying that perhaps he and Wendy should go home as possibly their parents may be a little tired.
Tom looked startled and said "We had hoped you could both stay for the evening Bri. Is Ethel expecting you home?"
Brian shook his head saying "I know Wendy would like to stay and to be honest so would I if you really want us."
Elizabeth said quietly "Both your father and I would like you both to stay Bri. Daddy thinks that Wendy is such a pretty girl."
The remark was so blatantly obvious that Wendy asked just one more question "Have you seen to the door Daddy?"
Tom seemed a little short of breath "Yes Wendy, I have locked the door."
Before any more questions could be asked Elizabeth added "And I have drawn all the curtains. It is safe for us all." The mood had changed and it was all set.
Brian always started things off "Dad, don't you think that Wendy is a pretty little girl?"
Tom gasped as he looked across at his 27 year old daughter. Wendy was ready. She simply sat there on the straight chair making sure her knees were parted. She had already hiked her skirt up to her waist with all her panties showing and said in a little girly voice "I want to be a pretty girl for you Daddy."
Brian smiled and said "I think he likes Wendy's underwear Mum. He's been talking about her panties all afternoon."
Elizabeth nodded not knowing quite what to say. Wendy however laughed "Well if you have been thinking about them Daddy, you had better understand that I have had them on all day and they are not as sweet as they look. I don't suppose you would like to smell them."
Tom panted and they could all see his trousers tenting up at the thought of smelling his daughter.
They had started now and no one wanted to stop.
Brian looked at his mother who was standing in front of him "And what about you Mum. Wendy told me about your gorgeous green dress and no stockings or tights. Have you had your knickers on all day as well?"
Elizabeth muttered "Yes Bri. All day."
"Are you going to show me Mum?"
Elizabeth murmured shyly "Yes Bri." but at the same time looked at her husband self consciously.
Brian saw the look and said to his father "Tell her Dad."
Tom was enthralled with his daughters underwear and didn't want anything to stop now and told his wife "Pull your dress up Elizabeth and show Brian your panties."
Brian nodded to his father in approval, especially when Tom added "And stand with your legs open a bit so that he can see your panty gusset."
Elizabeth did as her husband told her and Brian panted a little saying "I like the way your hairs are trying to escape out of the side of your panties Mom."
Elizabeth had started to relax and smiled "You know I am hairy down there Bri."
"I know that Mom, but it is always exciting to see them again. Would you like to put your hand between your legs and rub it a little bit?"
Elizabeth dropped her hand as instructed but did query "You want me to rub just there Bri?"
"That's right Mom. I want you to get a bit moist and mark your panties a bit. You know, just little stains."
Elizabeth looked flustered and murmured "I am already quite wet there Bri. Wendy told me what you are going to do to me."
Brian looked at his sister and smiled as she was squatting in front of her father pretending to read some notes but making sure her knees were splayed.
"What did you tell her, Wend?"