He looked directly at me, and said "Are you listening to me, son" At his words, her fingers quickened their stroking, and I was conscious of a sheen of sweat on my forehead as I stammered "Yessir.He looked directly at me, and said "Are you listening to me, son" At his words, her fingers quickened their stroking, and I was conscious of a sheen of sweat on my forehead as I stammered "Yessir..." "All right", he said, apparently satisfied, and he turned to leave. As he walked away, she removed her hand, and quickly stood up. "Let's help auntie with the dishes" she said, walking away. Honestly, I could have killed her. There I was with a raging erection. There was absolutely no way I could stand up. I fumbled with my fork, as if to finish the last few crumbs on an empty plate, praying for the rod in my pants to recede enough for me to beat a hasty retreat. Eventually it did, and I fled upstairs to my room. After sulking for an hour or so, I decided to head for the basement to see what was on tv. On my way downstairs, I could hear water running in the pipes as the adults showered in preparation for the party. Since the event was being catered, the first floor was a beehive of activity, as the caterer set up the downstairs rooms. I decided to sneak a look at the preparations before my father finished dressing and came downstairs, so I headed for the front stairway. About halfway down the hall I heard my father's voice muffled through the closed door to his bedroom. I ducked into my sister's room to be out of his sight if he left the bedroom. After a moment, I could hear his voice again, and it was obvious that he wasn't coming out right away. |