After I finished I waited, hoping he'd open his locker. He didn't. Instead he hung his towel around his shoulders and put his hands on his hips.After ...onsidering my nakedness for a few long seconds he looked up at my face."What?"I nodded at the locker. "Can I have my clothes now?" Why? He'll be here any minute."I stared at him. I'd asked twice already and he'd just smiled and said nothing. I asked again. But what else could I do?"Who will be here any minute?" It's a surprise."I set my jaw.. I sat on the breakfast room chair, quietly, so mom wouldn't make a mistake because of something I'd done. Mom was wacking off almost 1" of my long hair, and the locks of hair began falling to the floor. I lowered gaze to following one curl's trip to the breakfast room vinyl. My eyes were arrested by my own stocking-clad knee. I had seated myself and crossed my legs. My slip's hem demarcated my thigh at the half way point; the other half of my thigh poked out through the rose decorated slit. I. Even though he'd never forget the way she'd felt in his arms, her petite form pressed against his chest, her breasts soft and naked but for the towel that had been the only barrier between them."Damn," he cursed as he felt his body start to stir, just from the memory. "Down boy," he ordered as he pushed the button for the elevator with his knuckle. This wasn't about seduction. This was about making amends.The doors slid open and he stepped inside, turning and knuckling the button for her floor,. “I could always be your secret daddy” I said more in jest than seriousness but it gave her something to think about, “To both of us sir?” she asked and I was happy to accommodate her brother if it meant giving him something he is missing. We had quite a chat sitting out in the sunset and I was always conscious of Gary peeping on us but in reality I didn’t care, all we were doing was talking and smoking so if that’s his wanking material in his daughters room then good luck to him.I’ve never been.