Your mother answers for you.

Her eyes were still unreadable, her expression definitely had more than one sentiment behind it, but what you could not know. Nothing seemed to be able to raise your father's attention from his work phone, and Charlie seemed to be holding her breath.

Michael slowly rose, his shorts were the first thing you checked and though he was tucked to the side the entire length was visible obscenely to everyone. As he rounded the table carrying your dinnerware and his, both you and Charlotte we rapt on your mother's now visibly pinker face. Was she finally going to say something? She must have known by now that you were unsure where you stood.

"I think you're a little old for us to have rules for you around here, at this point." Not quite smiling, but an extra layer of what, approval? Now lay in her gaze.

A rush of heat flooded you. Immediately the thought came of flinging the towel away and flashing them your erection as you left the table. You wanted to show them all your precum. To confess your habit of wanking to **** porn. Your chance to flirt with it closer than ever before, later tonight when your siblings could watch Sara suck your pulsing lighthouse. Your eyebrow very carefully did not raise in question towards your mother. She simply held your gaze in return, definitely she felt as though she'd said enough. Perfect. You could just ask her rhetorically.

"So." A slight shiver threatened to trace your lower back, you tried to ride it without being too obvious. "If I was getting bored of clothes?"

-Charlotte hissed in air softly before she could stop herself. This could be much more dangerous and thrilling than simply showing off and she was worried and excited on top of each other. You slowly started to rise from your seat, a large unhidden tent absurdly jutted beneath the thin towel as you stepped clear of the chair and straightened.

"Even if sometimes I have a stiffy and you all have to see it swinging around?" at this your father finally glanced up disinterestedly just long enough to see the mometn when you finally loosed the knot and in one motion draped the towel on the chair corner. Two beads of precum flung lazily from the eyelet at the tip as the mesmerising suspended flounce of a heavy, revving cock subsided and his father resumed staring at the phone. He seemed to be too focused. He and your mother had looked away too quickly.

She seemed to gather herself before seeming to be surprised by Charlotte. Maybe she had expected Charlotte the flashing pervert to enjoy this moment, but instead Charlotte seemed to be sizing her mother up. What was she wondering about? Which activity was she wondering if your mother would allow?

A splash from outside announced that Michael had finally left the sun and entered the water, reminding you that Charlie and Lucy had already told your parents you planned to go out there. Had they done that on purpose to keep you from following Lucy into the living space where she was still sat with presumably her pussy still on full display?

With a small pang of regret you walked away from Lucy and out towards the outdoor shower and the pool, past the table and seats, but not as far as the slatted wooden loungers and the lawn. Unbelieving that you could strut around erect and nude like this and strangely your parents allowed you.

Moments later you were laying down holding back from stroking your cock with your eyes closed in the sun when the front door closed and a shout announced your parents leaving for the day.