7 comments/ 163869 views/ 25 favorites Incidental Exposure By: gymmyt I rolled over and looked at the clock on my bedstand. 'Sheesh!' I thought as I verified that it was only 6:15 a.m. 'Why can't I sleep in?' I looked at the softly snoring form of my wife that lay next to me, I so lucked out when I landed her. Five foot five inches tall, probably 110lbs, small D cup, bulbous ass, that sexy gap between her legs. Heather, my wife, was never the prettiest girl in the room, but she has an air about her that attracts people of both sexes to her like a moth to the flame. She would be asleep until noon, if not longer. We had stayed out late last night, hitting up a club that she had been wanting to go to. As opposed to clubs as I am, we had a good time, but an even better time when we got home. My wife was a good bit drunk, and she had zero inhibitions, there was no 'makin' love' last night, no, sir, it was great! I tossed aside the sheets after another fifteen minutes or so of tossing and turning, resigned to the fact that I wasn't going to get any more sleep and padded into the bedroom, flipping on the tap and grabbing my toothbrush. I stared back at my reflection in the mirror as I waited for the water to heat up. I was an average guy, just shy of 5'9" (but claimed every bit of it, dammit!), and weighed all of 150lbs. I was ripped, nay, shredded, even relaxed my abs were starkly visible, I would have liked to claim that it was from my runners exercise regime, but I knew that I was just a plain old ectomorph. My jewel, my pride and joy, was my cock. I was a good nine and a half inches when hard, and thick as a babies arm. It was even more prevalent because my wife demanded that I be as smooth and hairless as herself! In fact, I was bigger soft than 95% of guys out there when they were erect. I had found out my gift for the ladies (and how to use it) when I was a mere teen, at the hands of my mothers best friend, Elaine. She and I bopped quite frequently that summer, and she showed me so much, I will forever be grateful to her. I brushed my fangs, and turned to the towel closet where I keep my cache of running shorts, and found it empty. "Goddammit!" I fumed. I had forgotten to take them out of the dryer. I walked through the master suite and towards the closed bedroom door. The master is downstairs, the other three bedrooms up, and the laundry room is on the other side of the house. I would just have to go and get my shorts, I wear nothing but my shorts and foot gear when I run anyway, may as well be fresh, right? I cracked open the door, listening for sounds of activity and only hearing the house greeting me good morn, and decided that I would just run naked to the laundry room and grab my gear. My wife is the one that is the nudist of the house, she will go from bathroom to kitchen to laundry and back naked as a jaybird, not that I mind, I just am not an exhibitionist. Doesn't help that I have three girls either. My heart pounded as I stole into the kitchen, past the stove and fridge, my feet making tiny little slapping sounds on the tile, and opened the door to the laundry. I could see why people run around naked, this was a thrill! The light was on. I froze for a moment and listened some more, but I could not hear anything, my nipples were so hard from excitement that my chest hurt. The last thing that I wanted was for one of my kids to come in here and see my flag-pole swinging. I could never live that down with my wife, she is always telling me to be careful, that she doesn't want the girls to see me naked. Satisfied that no one was about, I entered the laundry room and noticed that the dryer had been emptied, and the contents were neatly folded on the sideboard, waiting to be put away. We had had my brother and his wife and kids stay with us over the weekend and Heather had laundered their sheets. Those spare sheets were stored above the machines in cabinets that I had built that stretched across the small room. Grabbing them, I stepped on our little step stool and hoisted the sheets above my head and opened the cabinet door. Not surprisingly, I had forgotten when I had grabbed the sheets out, everything within was pretty unstable, and here I was, fighting to not have everything fall on my head and the clean sheets fall on the floor. "Well, well, well!" I froze, initially frightened by the voice out of nowhere, then with the realization that I was starkers. "What are you doing?" I peered down at my step-daughter, Gretchen, and I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. Moreso, I could see where her eyes were fixed, and that was on my semi-flaccid penis, exposed in all its glory. "Uh..." I managed to stammer. I dropped the sheets, they rained down upon me, then the other sheets that had shifted in the cabinet fell down upon me as well. Here I stood, in my birthday suit, in a midst of fallen sheets, trying to cover my not so coverable Johnson with my hands. Gretchen was silent, she just stared at me. "Mom is going to kill you." She grinned. "Do you mind?" I half pleaded with her. "I just came down to get my shorts so that I could go run!" "No wonder mom is always so loud, you have a big dick!" My head swam with what she had just said. I was already sporting a semi, running through the house naked was far more of a turn-on than what I had thought it would be, now, my stepdaughter is eyeballing my package, not only that, she had on her typical sleepwear, one of my old white wifebeaters with no bra and panties. I could feel my cock twitch under my hands, trying to come to life as I could see just the faintest bit of color in her nipples that were threatening to poke through the thin cotton material. It certainly didn't help that Gretchen was a spitting image of her mother, towhead blonde, about the same height, same freaky bulbous ass, and a C cup chest. She was damn fine. "Gretchen, please." I motioned towards the door for her to leave. "A moment here?" "I want to see your cock." Gretchen said, a big Cheshire cat grin on her face. I shook my head, trying to grasp what she had just said. "What?" "I want to see your...cock." She reiterated slowly. "Gretchen, for the love of Pete!" I exclaimed, my heart racing in my chest. "Will you get out of here!" "If you don't, I will tell momma that I saw you naked, you KNOW that she will freak out!" Gretchen smirked even more wickedly, even though I didn't think that was possible. "Get the Hell out of here right this instant, Gretchen," I razed her, elevating the sternness level of my voice, "I cannot believe what has gotten into you!" "MOM!" Gretchen suddenly yelled at what I thought was the top of her lungs. I panicked. "JESUS!" I hissed at her. "Do you want to get the both of us killed?" Gretchen just smiled. "Cock." I hung my head, standing on that stepstool. I could see Gretchen leaning bitchily against the door, arms folded, an 'I got your ass' look on her face. I dropped my hands and did a 45 degree turn so that I faced her straight on. "Jesus," Gretchen said in a near moan, "you have a beautiful penis!" I looked down and saw a pair of my running shorts and quickly grabbed them, covering my self up. "All done," I said, "party is over." She put her hands on her hips and cocked them to the left. "I want to see it hard, Karl. What is it that you say, "That dog won't hunt?" I want to see it hard." "Gretchen." I was nearly pleading with her. "What is going on here? For Christ Sake! This is not right, and you know it! You are no different than your sister, who just happens to be asleep upstairs, remember? You are my little girl!" "Karl, you are so naive!" Gretchen stared back at me, "I have observed for years how you treat my mom, and I am jealous. I am sure that you are not so blinded that you have not noticed that every girl in high school wants to come over to the house all of the time? You just think that I am popular, and that is not it! They want to scope you out, then they all tell me the things that they would let you do to them! I have only dated arrogant jerks, no one has lived up to you in my eyes, at all!" Ignoring my state of undress, I stepped off of the stool and swept Gretchen into my arms, hugging her tight to me. "Baby, I just want the best for you, that is all," I whispered into her clean, strawberry smelling hair, "I love you." My cock twitched even more once I realized that I had the teenaagers body so close to mine. "Don't change the subject, Karl." Gretchen looked up at me. "Do this for me, and we are done." My heart was hammering deafeningly loud in my chest as I stood back with my hands at my sides. I looked up towards the cabinets and closed my eyes, hoping for this to be over soon. "It is not getting hard, Karl." "Just give me a minute, it is getting there." I pleaded, I could feel my dick at 1/4 mast. I mentally challenged it to stand up. "Bullshit," Gretchen spat, "play with it. Jerk off for me." I did not even argue, my left hand wandered down to my heavy nut sack and slowly pulled down on it, then fondled them ever so slowly. My cock leapt up to half mast. "Oh, yeah, that is hot!" Gretchen mewled, making me stiff. My right then took over and I gripped the base of my shaft, tugging down on it so that the foreskin on my cut cock hid half of my large, bell shaped battering ram. I then pulled back on it fiercely, the large veins in my rod clearly visible beneath the paper thin skin. I pointed it directly at her as she sat on the step stool directly in front of me, her hands moving quickly in the crotch of her panties, playing with her little teen pussy. I lifted up her chin with my left hand as my right hand continued to glide up and down the shaft of my now diamond hard cock. "Look at me!" I demanded. Her lust glazed eyes opened and met mine briefly before closing again. I rubbed the head of my penis on her cheek, down under her chin and onto the other cheek. Her mouth opened convulsively and a deep sigh emitted from her pink, plump lips. "Keep your mouth open." "No..." she moaned, her mouth staying open. I rubbed my engorged cock head on her plump lips, her tongue instinctively came out to touch the tight skin, licking it ever so slightly. Shivers crept down my spine, and goose flesh erupted over my entire body. Gretchen had gripped the base of my cock and was bobbing so slowly on my cock head, working her mouth down past the bell and down onto my shaft. "Gretchen, please," I was pleading, "I am going to come!" I could feel the load boiling up in me from deep in my soul it seemed. "Come on my tits, Daddy, come on my tits!" Gretchen begged. She rarely calls me Dad, she knows that I love it when she does, however, I think that this changed the score. "Agghhh..." I gripped my shaft hard to stop from coming on her face as she pulled off her T. Gretchen looked up at me with a look of pure evil innocence, squeezing her breasts together and licking at her own nipples. Her tits were amazing- young, pert mounds of flesh that defied gravity and were capped by nipples that were so light pink that they blended in with the skin of her creamy breasts. Her little nipples jutted out angrily from her flesh. I grunted as a pearly white stream of man chowder exploded from my rod, hitting my step daughter in the hollow of her throat and splashing across her left tit. Gretchen was moaning as I could see that she had two fingers buried in her twat, frigging herself to orgasm as I stood in front of her, hunched over, feeling my own orgasm as I coated her skin with nut butter. I unleashed two more substantial volleys that hit her in the bare chest, not knowing where the cream could have come from as I had had sex twice last night, and I am no young man. Gretchen doubled over with her own orgasm as I took my cock and painted her pretty pink nipples with my choad. She wiped her chest off with her night shirt, then quietly threw some clothes into the washer and started a load. Bare chested and beautiful, she stood in front of me and stood on her tiptoes and kissed me, her tongue briefly wrestling with mine. "Between us, okay?" Gretchen smiled and winked. "Definitely," I acknowledged. I slipped into a pair of the running shorts and headed to the door to get in a few miles. Thirty minutes later, Gretchen emerged, dripping wet from the steamy hot shower. She felt great, very naughty, but great. She pawed about for her towel, but it was gone. "Here, you go sweetheart." Heather tossed her daughter a towel and watched her begin to dry off. "How did it go?" Heather asked quizzically. "Just as we planned, Mom, just as we planned!" The two girls hugged briefly and laughed as if the Devil himself were inside them.