Fiona felt a sudden wetness between her thighs as her excitement leaked out through her panties and dampened the chair. She fought the urge to touch herself, crossing her legs instead.
"Does Daddy have a big cock, Mom?", she asked, remembering that it had been too dark to see much the night before.
"Now, you're getting a little too personal, dear", smiled her mother.
"At least let your father and I have a few secrets"
"Aw, mom!", frowned Fiona. After last night, she was eager for more juicy titbits from her mother.
"All I'll say honey, is that your father is well-endowed, okay? Now, why don't you go and take a cold shower, young lady", giggled Janet.
Fiona smiled. "Okay Mom," she said, walking down the hallway.
Before entering the shower, Fiona surveyed herself in the mirror. What she saw pleased her mostly. Fair skin but with a few too many freckles
(never mind that most of her friends at school told her they were sexy), a pair of slightly bloodshot blue eyes, and a very attractive face. Her nose was a little too big she thought, but no one ever complained. Her best features, the ones she knew would always get the boys to look still pleased her. Her hair was straight, and long, stopping just below her waist, like a golden-blonde waterfall. And her eyebrows, which matched her hair exactly. Some of the bolder boys had asked her if her "other" hair was so perfectly matched. Sometimes, if the boy was cute, Fiona playfully invited him to see for himself that it was.
Her budding breasts weren't as large as she wanted, but at her age they were well proportioned to her lithe young body. Her waist was slender, and she was trim. Her history teacher had told her she had an athletic looking body, but he was always complimenting the more mature looking girls in his class, trying to get into their pants no doubt. He was kind of cute though, she mused. She wondered what his cock looked like, maybe if she played her cards right he'd even let her see it. Fiona stepped into the shower and soaped up, thinking of her mother and father's performance last night. She didn't masturbate, she never could in the shower, but she did feel much better after she'd cleaned up and put on what little makeup she usually wore. She brushed her long hair, still wet, and used the blow-dryer for about ten minutes. It was still damp when she stopped to answer the knock on the bathroom door.
Her father stood in the hallway wearing jogging shorts and, as Fiona looked more closely… trying to keep an erection down. Fiona wore her robe but was naked underneath, and it showed. By the way he was staring at her, her father hadn't missed it either. She smiled and let her father into the bathroom, while she returned to the kitchen and the smell of bacon and eggs. Her mother's t-shirt was outside of her shorts now, something Fiona noticed quickly.
"I see Daddy's said good morning to you." she said. Janet glanced down at her top, then looked over at Fiona, grinning.
"Yeah, the animal!" she added with a wink.
They ate breakfast when Jerry returned, and afterwards, Janet braided
Fiona's long blonde hair. Then she took her shower with Jerry. Fiona tried unsuccessfully to ignore the sounds of splashing fun coming from the bathroom but it was no good, her easily-aroused young pussy became instantly moist at the very thought of her mother and father's naked, wet bodies sliding sensually against each other under the steamy, cascading water.
Afterwards, Janet and Jerry went out shopping, while Fiona contented herself with sunning on the patio, reading a new book by her favorite author. Her parents had offered to take her along, but Fiona knew they wanted to be alone. She'd lied about having to go out to a friend's house, just wanting to relax by herself for a while. She'd tell them her friend called to cancel as soon as they got back home. In the meantime,
Fiona worked on her tan, hoping that her freckles would blend into a semblance of a tan at least. It was pretty and quiet in the mountains this time of year, but still warm, and Fiona only stayed in the sun for a short while before moving into the shade. She read for about an hour and a half, then dozed off.
Fiona awoke, stretching like a cat, and then stood up. The light coating of sun-screen still glistened on her skin and felt slippery since she'd perspired during her nap. She picked up her towel and turned to enter the house when she saw her mother and her father inside. They obviously didn't know she was home, and hadn't seen her lying in the shade. Fiona watched through the large glass doors, her eyes wide, blinking in amazement or sleepiness. Her mother lay on her back on the sofa, her ass at the edge of the cushions. She was naked, with her legs high in the air, and her father was crouching between her thighs, rolling his face around in her open cunt.