Look at me

Look at me. Im wearing a pale yellow summer dress. It's a bit tight at the top, but then I've had it for years, and it's faded and a little worn. It fits closely around my boobs and the thin material clearly shows my dark areoles and my nipples. Underneath my boobs, it hugs closely to my body until it reaches my hips, then it fills out and flows, billowing to just below mid thigh. I've been thinking maybe I should shorten it? I do have a white summer dress that is figure hugging all the way down but is so short that I darent wear it because the slightest movement makes it ride up and show my panties.....not that it would today, though, since I'm not wearing any.  Oh, how I adore the feeling of the air kissing my vagina. When I'm wet....as I am now....it feels extra cool, which in turn makes me wetter still. Last night, I was treated to a very rare family meeting. Mum and dad sat me and my sister down and dad said "Look. Since we are all adults and all stuck here for a while, I think we need some mutual understanding....not rules, exactly....just well, maybe some common ground." He went on to say he knew that we were now young women and had needs...."...and sometimes, maybe private time in your bedrooms isn't enough. Well, we have extensive gardens and a pool, so if you need to use them, then fine. If mum and I..." he faltered, and mum took over. "We don't always want to have sex in the bedroom. So how about if any of us happen to catch anyone else doing anything, then we just walk away. Ok?"  A difficult conversation, and both my sister and I found it really squirmy, but then, our parents didn't know what we have done together. I did think, though, that since I've heard mum and dad fuckingmon numerous ocassions, actually seeing them? Hmm.  But back to today. My yellow dress.....I went outside into the warm sun, and took a long walk around the garden. As dad said "extensive" so it took a long time. I decided to sit by the pool with my feet in the water. Somehow that made me even more horny. There is a bubble pool that feeds into the main pool and I climbed up into it and, still in my dress, sat in it. Oh I found one of the jest easily as my dress billowed up around me. Effectively I was naked from the waste down. The jet really was doing the business and I felt that breathless "I'm gonna cum" feeling unusually quickly. But I've learned to edge. A little movement and it hit my bum rather than my clit, then, back to my clit, then my bum, then my clit.  I didn't want to cum because I didn't have an image to cum to. I can orgasm without, but they are weak, pathetic things...not worth the effort or the damp panties. Then it hit me. Mum. Leaning forward in the shallow end over the poolside and dad in her from behind. My brain gave me the image of him doing her from behind, her bikini bottoms off and his shorts on the poolside.in my mind, she was urging him on. "Go on, John, fuck me harder.....fuck me deep.....cum in me before one of our daughters catches us."  Then I just replaced mum with me. I imagined we were on lockdown for months, and dad was doing me AND my sister.  I came in that bubble pool so hard! I cried out, and I even felt the water enter me, which allowed me to imagine it was cum.  So getting out, I had a feeling familiar to most girls, that of water leaking out of my vagina and running down my legs. My dress was soaked, of course, but it would dry quickly in the sun.  Do I feel guilty about imagining my dad screwing me? Strangely, no. No I don't. Maybe I should, but nope...sorry. Would I do it in real life? As if! I very much doubt I would ever be in a position of making the decision. It did make me wonder though....millions of years back, the human race lived as closely familial groups. We know that incest these days weakens the gene pool, but back then, I suspect it wasn't at all unusual. As soon as a girl became fertile, hand periods, grew boobs, she would have been considered available....if the males around her were related, brothers, cousins, even father, I suspect it would have happened.  These days, of course, we have society rules telling us how bad it is. Perhaps that's what makes it erotic.