"You come here often?" I try every day, if I can," I said. "Usually in the morning, but at night, if I miss the morning."I noticed he was spending an ...nordinate amount of time lathering his cock, which defiantly was getting firm.I was getting firm. No, I was getting HARD.I looked up, he was staring at me, a slight smile on his face.I spun away, blushing and embarrassed.I heard his voice, "It's okay".No matter, I rinsed off quick and almost ran from the shower room. Sitting on the bench, drying. My eyes finally find their way up to his face. A crooked smile. Messy light brown hair. Gorgeous blue eyes. I give a little laugh. “Yeah, I guess. Just one stupid box, of course.” His smile is breath-taking. “There’s always one.” He starts to walk towards me. I move out of his way and he reaches in and grabs the box. He pulls it away with ease. When he straightens up, there’s another grin on his lips. I fake a scowl. “I loosened it.” We share a short laugh and I’m surprised at myself. I was. I was told before Ileft home that I had better not ruin them because I was not going to getany new clothes until school started again in September. So I mostlyjust wore my only pair of cutoff shorts and a t-shirt every day.My Aunt didn't use the clothes dryer in the summer, but there was aclothes line out in the back yard and that is where we hung the clothesto dry. She showed me how to hang the clothes on the line. The clothessmelled fresh after they dried that way.One day while I was out. "But Daddy, it's only seven thirty." Yes, but you have school tomorrow. Best to get an early start."Amy showered and came into the living room wearing a cute pink nighty and matching panty. I was sitting on the sofa, thinking about my boy, hard as a rock in my sweatpants. She climbed on my lap, not being too careful of how she did so."Unph," I groaned when her knee made contact with my dick."Oh… Sorry Daddy. I didn't hurt it, did I?" No baby. I just wasn't expecting you to do that." It's hard.