Maybe so... Let's make some plans

The kids were engrossed in their iPads, their hair still wet from their own showers, when I came downstairs. The afternoon was getting late, so I figured I'd just let them zone out until dinner. I went to the entranceway and gathered the kids' swimsuits, my own trunks, and Charissa's abandoned bikini. I imagined her stripping in my front hallway and walking through the house naked, and my cock got instantly hard again.

I was so fucking horny, I could hardly stand it.

I collected more laundry from the kids' rooms and went downstairs to run a load. I dumped the clothes in the machine and saw there was a bit more room. Hmm....

I crossed the basement again and was about to knock on Charissa's door when I paused. I listened. And I heard that familiar thwack thwack thwack that I'd jacked off to several times before. My heart still beating, and my cock raging, acting in a lust-induced haze that my brain couldn't fight through, I knocked on the door.

My heart skipped a beat as Charissa literally yelled. "Aaaaaah!" she cried, and of course, the thwacking stopped.

"Oh my God, Charissa, are you OK?" I called, feigning naivete.

"Oh, umm.... Oh God, just a sec," she said. I heard her rustle in her bed, the slamming of a dresser drawer, and a moment later, she opened her bedroom door wearing a bathrobe, hastily and clumsily tied shut and revealing more of her chest than I'm sure she'd usually show.

"Sorry," I stammered. "I was just about to do some laundry and wanted to see if you had anything to throw in."

"Oh," she said, confusion slowly evaporating from her eyes. "Um, OK, sure. Thanks!" She turned, padding over to her laundry basket, and reaching in for a pile of clothes. She walked back to me, and I awkwardly held out my hands. "Here you go," she said lamely.

"Thanks," I said, also awkwardly. I exited her room and returned to the laundry room; her door slowly closed behind me.

I tossed her clothes in the wash (not before snagging a sniff or two, of course!) and started the machine. I tiptoed back toward her room and listened again. Nothing. I guess she figured she should wait till I cleared out.

So I went upstairs and zoned out on my phone for a while. After ten minutes or so, though, I simply couldn't help myself. I quietly returned to the basement. I went over to Charissa's door.... Nothing!

Perv, I said to myself. Leave the girl alone!

I returned upstairs and decided to start making dinner. I boiled some pasta, baked some fish, stir-fried some veggies. After about 45 minutes, it was almost time to eat, and I went once again into the basement.

As though a little prayer had been answered just for me, I could hear once more, thwack thwack thwack. I touched myself and instantly got hard. But, as I said, I was not operating with more than 40% brain capacity. So, taking a deep breath, I knocked on her door again.

"Aaah," she yelped again. "What?!"

I took the liberty of opening the door and was greeted by the sight I'd longed to see. There she was, completely naked, frantically covering herself with her blanket. I couldn't see any of her private bits, but observing her disarray and discomfort drove me wild.

I'd grown accustomed to my nonchalant attitude, though, and said coolly, "Hey just wanted to let you know dinner is almost ready." She was too startled to reply, and I simply turned and walked away.

I set dinner on the table, thoughts of Charissa's naked body and her two aborted orgasms running through my head.

"Dinner!" I called, and slowly everyone assembled for what would turn out to be a pretty pivotal meal.