Uncomfortable Dad

Jethro laughed, "Were you wearing charms through your nipples last week?" He asked.

"Charms?" My father asked.

I shook my head, "Nah, just hoops this week I kinda forgot to change them before coming over here." I lied again.

Dad held up a hand, "What charms?" He asked.

“Do you want to see?” I asked, before Dad blushed furiously, “Sorry had to. I have some custom charms that I link into my nipple hoops for a bit of fun.” I explained.

Jethro smiled, “Or when you are having a bit of fun.” He replied.

Dad frowned, “What kind of charms?” He seemed genuinely confused.

I put my glass down, ‘As good a time as any.’ I thought before pulling my top up over my pert pierced tits as my phone fell out of the strategically place location.

There I was, proudly showing my brother and father my tatted, pierced tits. They both sat there, mouth agape for several moments before Dad said, “Jethro, look away.”

I laughed as I pulled my top back down squeezing my tits into my tight t-shirt, as I did I heard a faint tearing noise. “Not, Kim put your tits away?” I laughed picking up my glass again, “Anyway he saw them before, you are the only one here who hadn’t.”

Dad blushed and shifted uncomfortably, I quickly glanced at his crotch and saw he was already hard, his boxes and robe hiding very little. Out of instinct I looked at Jethro’s crotch and saw a large bulge running down one leg, I quickly looked away and searched for my phone.

As Dad said something about how I shouldn’t flash my brother I sent a quick message to Mark, “Jethro is hard and through his jeans he looks huge.”

“Sorry Dad, but I am perfectly comfortable in my body.” I said.

Jethro smiled, “If you weren’t my sister I would be perfectly comfortable in your body too.” He said with a shit eating grin.

“Jethro!” My father responded as my phone buzzed.

Jethro defended himself, “Oh come on Dad, I’ve seen your porn collection, if she wasn’t your daughter she would be in one of your folders.” He said.

Suddenly I wondered if I actually wasn, there was more than one picture of me out there.

Dad went to say something but I interrupted him first, “Porn collection, who has a collection these days you just search online, tatted redhead slut” I said.

“Kimberly!” Dad said indignantly.

“Oh please Dad you saw my charms… I mean my nipple charms.” I added.

He shook his head, “Yes but you don’t need to refer to yourself as a slut.”

I laughed, “A slut is a woman who enjoys sex, and I love a good dicking.” I said emphacising 'love'.