Co-Discovery

You work yourself up to yet another orgasm, thinking that you've never had so many in one day. The scent of the boxers is plenty enough to sponsor another one. As you come down from the waves of your orgasm, you realize that you can hear someone walking around, moving things downstairs: one of your family members is home. You quickly scurry out of the bathroom, and get back to the relative safety of your room. You close and lock the door, and sit for a minute, and comb out your hair, before you realize that you left the water in the tub running, and your dirty clothes on the floor in the bathroom. You quickly open your door, and hurry back to the bathroom, quickly opening the door, darting in, and closing the door behind you, hoping that no one is in the hallway to see you run past, naked. You are lucky -- no one is.

You turn around to move to the tub to turn off the water, and are shocked to see your father sitting on the edge of the tub, his pants unzipped, and his cock pulled out. He is not moving his hand any more, having just seen you enter, but he was clearly just masturbating, and you see that he has your panties in his hand, wrapped around his dick, as he was doing so. He obviously knows that there is nothing to say right now, and remains silent, just looking at you, his hand motionless around his cock. You stare back, powerless to do anything other than place one arm across your chest covering your nipples and the other hand down covering the front of your vagina. The overpowering scent from the boxers has filled the bathroom, and you do not want him to see that it is making you wet.

After a moment, he begins to speak. "I came home early, and heard someone up here, and wondered who it was -- usually the house is empty this time of day." You nod. "So, I came up the stairs, and the bathroom door was open, so I looked in, and I saw you, with my boxers over your face and your hand between you legs." He blushes. "And ... well, I watched you, until you came, then I quietly came back

downstairs and made some noise. I heard you go to your room, so I came back up here, closed the door, and figured I would clean up any mess, so we wouldn't have to talk about it. I saw your clothes on the floor, and I picked them up to toss them in the dirty clothes pile, and then I felt that your panties were damp. I took a whiff of them, thinking about you smelling my underwear, and the smell was so sweet that I ... well, I just sat down here and started masturbating. With your smell in my nostrils, I wanted to feel you against my cock, so I started using these panties to stroke myself. I'm ... sorry."

He looks genuinely dismayed, but you notice that his cock has grown no less hard, and is still standing firm and at attention. His smell is urging you to go to it, just as another voice is telling you to get out, and quickly.