David Crane: The wild west family

The shower wasn't running and the shower curtain was drawn and as he stood there in the cubicle, playing with his lathered cock, there was no reason for anyone to realize that the bathroom was occupied.

Bunny certainly didn't.

Peter heard her come in and he whipped his hand off his cock, feeling a bit sheepish.

He peered out through the crack in the curtain.

Bunny was just slipping out of her nightie. Peter was about to call out, announcing his presence. But then he bit back the words.

For one thing, since he was sporting a massive hard-on, he didn't want to call attention to himself.

But for another thing, the sight of his nubile daughter's naked body was very exciting.

His eyes glowed and his prick pulsed.

Peter knew that it was unsavory to react in that fashion to his daughter's naked charms but he couldn't help it. It was only natural, he figured – and there was no harm in a bit of peeping and fantasizing.

Now he even thought that it might be a kick to jack himself off while he watched her shower.

Her slender back was toward him and he gazed at the firm round cheeks of her ass, lustfully. What a sexy little minx she had become!

She turned in profile and he saw the saucy bounce of her plump tits as they swung.

He noticed, too, that the rosy titty tips were standing out taut and swollen.

His Adam's apple leaped up his throat and his prick beat like a drum in his hand as another surge of blood rushed into his hard-on.

Then she turned and faced him, innocently unaware of his presence behind the shower curtain – and Peter noticed a most peculiar thing.

Her tits were all greasy.

She hadn't yet started to soap herself, so it couldn't be lather. He frowned, puzzled. He wondered if the girl had been sunbathing and that the sheen on her tits was from suntan lotion?

It didn't seem likely, that early in the day – and then it became even less likely, as he saw Bunny run a hand over her tits, then lick the grease from her fingers.

Peter shook his head, bemused. It was a total mystery to the man. Had she been making breakfast and spilled butter or bacon fat an her tits?

Fascinated, he continued to spy on her as Bunny stepped into the other shower stall. She didn't draw the curtains – for which oversight her daddy was profoundly grateful.

Bunny turned on the spray and stood under it. She was facing the shower, her face turned up, starting to soap her belly and tits. From the other stall, her father had a three-quarter view of one perky titty and a full view of her delectable ass.

Soapsuds foamed on her sleek flesh.

Peter lathered up his hand and began to very slowly frig his prick through his slippery palm.

He felt ashamed of himself for lusting for his daughter's nubile body, but his cock was jolting savagely, knowing no shame.

Bunny's face turned from side to side. As he caught a glimpse of her expression, Peter saw that her pretty face was twisted by emotions – emotions quite similar to those that were contorting his own features.

Her soapy hands kneaded her heavy tits and she pulled at her lathered nipples.

Then she slid a hand down her belly and cupped it over her curly cunt-mound. She squeezed. Her ass swiveled and her hips pumped.

Jeez – is she frigging off? her daddy wondered.

The thought that his sweet little daughter might be a finger-fucker shocked Peter – and thrilled him enormously. His lathered prick bucked vigorously in his fist at the other end of a visual, manual daisy chain.

Bunny moved one hand behind her and began to soap the cheeks of her ass. Then she ran the soap up through the crack between those shapely globes.

She bent forwards slightly, tits bobbling saucily. The cheeks of her ass spread and her fascinated father could see the tiny puckered bud of her shit-hole.

She bent farther and her legs spread.

Now Peter could gaze into her groin from behind – and saw that her cunt was open and spilling out a juicy flow. Ribbons of cunt-cream streaked the frothy soapsuds.

She rubbed her pussy from the front and her other hand played with her asshole, one finger gently nudging up into that narrow brown bud.

Peter was gasping and his cock was so ironhard now it was ringing like a gong. He could feel his cumbags inflating more with every slippery, sudsy hand stroke. Pre-cum juiced from his piss-hole and slimy threads of the gooey stuff traced a pattern in the soapy lather.

Bunny tilted her wrist and shoved three fingers up into her fuck-hole. As she slid them in and out, she whipped her thumb against her clit.

Her other hand was still working on her ass. She had dropped the bar of soap now and was inserting her middle finger up into her shitchute, wriggling it her back passage as she probed her pussy.

Cunt-cream flooded from her cunt and streamed down the insides of her wet thighs. She jerked and churned as she worked away with both hands.

Peter was almost fainting. Blood was rushing through his ears and through that pounding of his own blood he could hear his daughter moan and whimper.

He could have shot off at any second.

All he had to do was tighten his grip and give his tormented cock a few short, sharp strokes and his fuck-juice would have come squirting out instantly.

But he continued to skim his fist very slowly up and down his slippery stalk, wanting to hold back his own cumming until he had the pleasure of watching his sexy little daughter cream off on her hands.

She arched back, letting the shower spray bounce from her upthrust tits, then bowed forward again. Her thighs rippled with sinew as she hiked up and down, rising onto her toes, dropping back on her heels. Her loins were pumping in a steady fucking motion that, naturally, made her daddy wonder if he was a virgin, to whom the motion came instinctively – or if that hot, wet cunt had already been stuffed full of some young man's prick?

He pulled back to the hilt of his cock and gripped the throbbing base, afraid to risk even one more stroke. He was about ready to spray off like a shower, himself, washing the tiled walls with his foaming fuck-juice.

Cream, baby, he silently mouthed. "Let Daddy see you juice, you lovely little tart," he whispered.

From the frantic actions of her pelvis and the way that she was panting, Peter could tell that his daughter was surging to the creamy crest.

He tightened his grip, ready to give his cock the fast, culminating stroke that would shoot his spunk out as he saw her cunt-cum foam from her slot.

Then Jack walked in.

Bunny didn't seem aware of the fact that someone had come into the bathroom – although the frigging movement of her hands seemed to slow down somewhat.

Jack stood behind her, grinning fiendishly. Peter didn't know what to do. He could hardly blame the boy for doing just what he had been doing – nor could he, at this stage, announce his presence.

Then Jack began to undress.

The young man quickly stripped down naked and moved up to the shower stall, standing very close behind his sibling's squirming ass.

He folded his fist around his formidable prick and began to pump it. The knob was aimed at Bunny's ass. The shower was spraying her from the front and now it seemed that her brother was about to spray her from behind as he jerked steadily away on his meat nozzle.

Peter felt helpless.

He knew that he should interfere, yet he couldn't admit that he had been there all the time – and stroking his cock just the same as his son was doing – and because of the same visual inspiration.

And he didn't want to end it, either.

It would be a real thrill to see Jack squirt his jizz on his sister's ass. Would she feel that hot, thick geyser? he wondered. Could Jack manage to juice off on her and sneak away without Bunny knowing?