I stayed and had supper, she is an unbelievable cook. After supper, I was helping her clean up. She was wearing a tank top that made her breasts look ...o nice and she was not wearing a bra so her nipples were sticking out. I could not keep my eyes off of her, She was wearing tight blue jeans that made her ass just perfect and tight. I think she was noticing that I was checking her out all the time because she was moving like I never seen before. She was moving side to side up and down slowly. It was seemingly becoming a habit. What concerned me was the time. A quick peek at the iphone on the bedside table revealed it being just short of three am. Fuck, only an hour before I had to drag my sorry ass out of bed anyway. I took a long drink of the water next to my bed and slumped back against the pillows. Had it been earlier, as I was becoming accustomed to wake up, one am or an hour later maybe, I would have considered my next action. Listening to my left, deep relaxed breathing. I think Dad was beating me to them. Only the three of us lived in the house. At first I thought that maybe she didn’t wear panties every day but I was wrong. I saw her squat down, I saw that she was wearing a baby blue pair, and yet that night I could not find them.I had observed that for her thirteenth birthday Dad took her out shopping. For years he had tried to keep her dressed like a little girl but that day she became a woman in his eyes and as such she could dress like a woman. Within. “Maybe you should take the riders seat for a while son, and get your strength back” he said with a grin, all the while checking out my still impressive meat hanging down my right leg. “Ya—for sure”I jump up and walk over to the sinks, and splash some water on my face. It was pretty hot inside the rest room, and I just noticed the sweat pouring from my pits, which were stinkin now even worse than this morning. I raised my left arm up to take a deep whiff--”DAMM” was all I could say. I noticed a.