Veevee's race to climax interrupts Lil's reply.

Lil took a breath, put a hand on her dad's forearm and cleared her throat quietly. He was chill about Lil watching from above as her mom was getting eaten out by her own son, Lil's brother. So Lil should just say, she should just tell Dad...

"Fingers!" came her mom's voice from the living room below. "Pussy. Yes. Three. Oh hon. Yes. My ass too. Just one. One. Inside. Oh Bernie, haha. That's fine, hon. Oh Bernie, yes. In my ass, yes. Yes yes. Now my pussy, Gary hon, in and out, yes, yes, yes, yes yes."

"Curl your fingers just a little," Bernie prompted her boyfriend. "Just a little. Like with me, okay?"

Lil turned to the railing and looked down to watch as she had been when her dad arrived. Hank stepped up beside her. He put a hand between Lil's shoulderblades and watched alongside her.

Lil and Hank were standing side by side some time later. Hank had moved his hand to rest on Lil's shoulder, a sideways hug, when Veevee finally caught her orgasm. Veevee's legs kicked up from the floor mattress. Her toes curled. Gary and Bernie moaned as Veevee squeezed on their fingers. Her face and chest flushed pink, and her mouth opened wide to cry out.

Lil heard the music of her mother's orgasm. It was a song she knew well, from behind a door or two in the early morning or the middle of the night, or as a quiet whimper from the next hotel bed, along with a low moan and a soft sigh from Dad.

But Lil had never seen the look on her mom's face when she made those sounds. That look. Lil's pulse thumped in her ears. Lil wanted to touch herself like last night, watching Stuart's sex party, seeing and hearing all that sex, close enough to touch if she wanted but welcome just to watch. She wanted to touch.

But Dad was there with his arm around her shoulder, standing right there and watching the same thing that was getting Lil hot, Mom getting off big, Mom getting off loud, Mom's flushed-pink face and breasts, Mom's legs shaking with climax.

Lil looked round and down. Dad's dick was poking out from the front of his robe, halfway hard. Lil trembled, fearful and aroused, wanting to flee to her room, get herself off and hide under the covers until noon.