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Family Debt - Part Three
Standing naked in Dawn's room was a strange sensation, a kind of intrusion. And, for me, a kind of liberation. From the moment that they had walked in and seen me with my lips wrapped around their grandfather's cock, I had felt something restricting fall away from me. The shame and the humiliation of that moment still burned inside me, but also there was a peculiar sense of freedom. That from now on all bets were off. Nothing left to hide, nothing left to fear. I'd crossed the border into a land where nothing was ever going to be predictable and mundane ever again.
I crossed to the window and stood looking out over the neat little suburban streets surrounding our house. The occupants of many of the houses I could see were acquaintances, some friends. I wondered how many of them harboured secret desires, and how many managed to indulge those desires behind the safety of their net curtains.
With a sigh I turned back to the room and went to Dawn's underwear drawer, which I knew so well. There was plenty of underwear in there, and hidden below it the dildo that Tom no doubt had a photo from my computer of me using, but not the pale blue set for which I was looking. So either she was swearing them, or they were dirty. I opened up the washing basket, and there right at the top were the bra and panties I sought. She must have just changed out of them after coming home from school before heading off to bowling. I picked up the panties, inside out, and held them to my nose. My cock stirred as her sweet aroma filled my nostrils.
"You really are a dirty little pervert, aren't you, John?"
I turned to see Samantha standing in the doorway watching me.
"Something I always suspected about you," she added, with a malicious grin.
She came over to me and took the panties out of my hand, holding them to her own nose. "Nice," she said, "I'm going to get me some of that, John. Some of your daughter's sweet young cunt." She looked me in the eyes as she spoke. "I saw the photos you secretly took of me, John. And posted all over the internet. You are really going to suffer for that, believe me. And so is that stuck-up sister of mine for marrying such a loser."
She thrust the panties towards my face, the crotch against my lips. "Lick," she ordered.
I put out my tongue and drew it up the inside of the panties, tasting a tanginess.
"Good bitch," she said. "Now put then on."
Dawn was very petite and I had always found her panties tight when I wore them. These were roomier than some of her others, but still a bit of a squeeze. When I had them on, Samantha clinically took hold of my cock and pushed it down the front.
"Can't have that thing hanging out," she said. "Now the bra." As I put it on, doing it up at the front and then twisting it around, she carried on speaking. "The kids have agreed to the deal. Daddy is speaking to them now in the living room. He's told them that at any time they can back out and take the residential school option. You've got a different option, of course, and I don't think you'll be taking that." She stepped back and looked at me, letting out a laugh. "I've seen the pictures," she said. "But in the flesh you look even more ridiculous. Come on, my little slut, let's join the family gathering."
They were all in the living room as we descended the stairs. Steve and Dawn on the sofa opposite Tom in his chair. Claire to the side, looking pensive. I noticed that the only photos left on the table were the two of me in Claire's and Dawn's underwear. Steve looked up to see me, and giggled - the little bastard. Dawn just stared.
"All together again once more," Tom said. "How nice and cosy." He looked up at Claire. "But maybe a little unfair. The children have had the chance to see their Daddy in his chosen underwear, but not their Mummy. Put that right, Claire. Do it now."
Looking at anything nut any of them, Claire undid her blouse and shucked it off. Then unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the carpet. She stood there, in her bra and panties, still not looking at anybody with her hands down her sides. I could sense she wanted to cover herself with her hands, but wouldn't give her father the satisfaction. She had a good body, taut and slim and well tanned from our last holiday in Portugal. I noticed Steve staring at her, a blush on his face but with a bulge growing in his jeans.
"Which of your parents do you think looks the hottest in their undies, Steve?" Tom, asked him.
Steve grinned, looking between the two of us. "Mum," he said without hesitation. "Dad just looks silly in Dawn's underwear. Like the pathetic faggot you told us he was."
The little swine was enjoying himself. I took comfort from the thought that he'd get his comeuppance soon enough. Tom was drawing him in, like he had Claire with the evidence of what I had been doing. He was being made to feel like a co-conspirator, and by the time he realised that he wasn't he would be ensnared.
"You reckon your Mum is hot?" Tom asked. "She's not bad," Steve said, grinning even more.
Tom reached into the envelope and took out a photograph to lay in front of Steve. It was a nude one of Claire, taken by my hidden camera in the bathroom airing cupboard.
"She has nice tits for her age," Tom said. "And you'll see she doesn't shave her pussy. I do like a nice hairy bush myself, but then I'm very old fashioned."
"Dad!" Claire protested, unable to contain it any longer.
"Shut up, Claire," Tom barked at her. "I'm talking to your son, not you. You'll speak when I tell you to."
Ogling was the best word for how Steve was staring at the nude photograph of his mother. Even Dawn leaned over to take a look, her expression still blank.
Tom rose and went to stand by Claire. He ran a hand over her pantied arse. She went rigid, but kept her mouth shut.
"Come over here, Steve," he said.