Chapter 3: Morning Duties

I must have drifted back to sleep because the next thing I knew I was being awakened again - except this time it wasn’t my dad’s cock in front of me.

“C’mon sleepy head, they’ll be over soon and I need your help with some things.”

I felt even groggier than I had the first time I woke up but I recognized the voice of my mom anyway.

“Let’s go girl,” she insisted, “Your dad’s downstairs and if he can do it after that little performance than so can you!”

That was my mom alright. It was funny sometimes how she would joke and tease me about fucking my dad. Fortunately, my parents had a fantastic marriage and they loved and trusted each other totally. My mom understood her husband and his needs so it didn’t bother her that he used his daughter to help meet them. She was completely secure in her position as his wife and lover and she knew that nobody, not even me, could ever change that relationship. Instead, she seemed to enjoy teasing me and joking about it after my dad and I had sex. She would call me “his little cocksucker” or “my husband’s young slut” and other cute things like that but I never took them seriously as I knew she was just teasing me.I somehow dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom where I showered and washed my hair. I normally don’t wear a lot of makeup when I stay home other than some blush and maybe some lip gloss and eyeliner. My hair was a disaster! What the hell, it was a holiday at home so I just pulled it back into a ponytail and let it go at that.

Back in my room, I debated what to wear and then just gave up and pulled out a pair of cutoffs and a bikini top. The cutoffs were REALLY short but I didn’t think anybody was going to mind today, to say the least. The bikini was from an older suit I had worn the year before at the public pool where my favorite thong outfit was banned. My boobs had grown a bit so it didn’t cover me very well but then I wasn’t exactly trying to hide myself either. I really didn’t like running around nude but why wear more than necessary either?

I checked myself out in the mirror and smiled. Lots of men said I looked like the “girl next door” and while on the one hand I realized it meant I wasn’t some gorgeous model when it came to looks, it also meant they liked what they saw. I would have to say the image in the mirror fit that description perfectly today.

Bounding down the stairs I found my parents in the kitchen sitting at the table drinking coffee. My mom was the first to greet me.

“Well, she walks among the living,” she teased, “Hungry for anything?” She looked at my dad with a sly smile and then back at me and corrected herself saying, “And I wasn’t referred to his dick either!”

When I started to protest she just laughed, “Don’t even TRY to tell me that wasn’t on your mind; I saw how you were looking at him.”

I gave a dramatic sigh as if I was being horribly wronged but couldn’t help but smile a bit - my mom could read me like a book most of the time. I WAS hungry though so I grabbed a box of cereal and some milk and poured myself some breakfast while they finished off their coffee.

My mom reminded us that my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristen would be over before lunch as they always did on the Fourth. We traditionally had simple burgers and hotdogs on this day along with some salads and other condiments my mom and aunt would make. I imagined we would probably spend some time in the hot tub and then it would be steaks on the grill and eventually the town fireworks would be visible from our deck. This same routine had been followed for as long as I could remember although last year we added something new as I mentioned at the start of this story.