just leave"

"I don't want to see your face ever again, understand?"

Something about the way Phil approached him must have made Dylan nervous, because he backed up nervously, then turned toward the door, still naked. "You might want your pants, at least," Phil suggested, and a blushing Dylan, his cock no longer hard in his fear of an angry father, bent down to grab his pants and pull them hastily up. Phil took another step toward him, and he turned in panic, fleeing from the room.

Phil held his hand down toward Alex, who reached up and grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her naked body against him, idly wondering if she could feel his hard cock through his pants, and whether she would even know that it was his cock.

Alex stood in her dad's arms sobbing, not really feeling his hands on her back, rubbing up and down, not realizing his embrace might be a bit less than innocent. The temptation Phil felt to move his hands on her back was nigh undeniable.