Clean Up

You take a moment to lie on the couch to take in what just happened.

You closed your eyes, letting the memory play through your mind once again. You feel like a teenager again. Back when you were young enough to let yourself be adventurous and curious without worrying about any consequences. What just happened with your dad sent a thrill through your body.

"Yeah, that was pretty damn hot." You say out loud. You sit up from the couch and look around for something to slip on. After a few minutes you freeze. Your dad took his ratted pair of shorts in with him and the towel that you had before is covered in cum. How are you going to make into your house naked? You look up to the clock on the garage wall.

It reads 4:30pm. By now definitely most of your family should be home. You couldn't really risk being caught in the garage naked. You would have to come up with a plan. You sigh and start to walk back towards the door. You could always sneak back inside and change. You stand at the threshold, debating whether or not to run back inside. As you turn the corner, outside, you see two more vehicles in the driveway. One belonged to your mom and one, your older brother Chad.

Fuck, you think to yourself. Someone will definitely catch you if you aren't careful. You breathe slowly, trying to calm down. As you slowly approached the house, you could hear laughter and conversation of your family inside. You had **** but go through the back door of the house. It was the only way to avoid detection.

As you slip inside, you a very relieved that the door to the kitchen to the back door is closed. Inside you could idle chatter and decide that you are probably safe to sneak off down the hallway to go upstairs. You run upstairs, heart beating and quickly make your way into the bathroom. Thankfully clean towels were hanging there and you could take a shower. You turn on the water and let the coolness wash over you.

The warm sensation of the water helps relax some of your nerves. As you relax, you replay over what happened in the garage. You can't help but smile as you remember your father's firm chest and wide shoulders walking around in his tiny briefs. How you found his porn magazines, how your dad seemed to be a bit embarrassed by them. How he opened up about being attracted to guys and participated in threesomes. You shake your head at the thoughts that flow through your mind as your fingers trace along your lips.

You lean against the tiled wall, watching the water cascade down your body. You reach down and stroke your cock. You feel the wetness of your precum leaking from the tip of your dick. You growl in frustration as you try to hold back. You want to masturbate. You want to cum. You need to cum. But you know you shouldn't. Dinner was going to be ready soon and you were to be expected to join your family shortly. You didn't want someone to come check up on you. You pull your hand away from your throbbing shaft.

You close your eyes and picture your dad stripping out of his clothes. You imagine him standing naked before you. You open your eyes and watch your hand as you stroke your cock. You pinch your nipples between your finger and thumb. You moan softly as you continue to jack off. You rub your thumb across your cockhead, gathering more precum onto your fingertips. You lick your fingers and then suck them into your mouth. You moan loudly as you taste your own salty precum.

You grab the soap and lather up your body. You take your time washing your arms and legs. You close your eyes and recall your dad sitting next to you. His hot breath on your neck, encouraging you to stroke your cock. You touch your ass cheeks and squeeze them gently. Your fingers trail down your crack until they hit your hole. You push two fingers into your tight hole, moaning softly. You bite your lip and thrust your hips forward. You pump your fingers in and out of your hole. Your breathing becomes heavy as you begin to build up speed. You slam your fist into your cock and moan loudly.

"Umm Marc you okay there?" A strong voice comes from the other side of the shower curtain