1. Smiling Blue Eyes


    Date: 9/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    towel drying her, he rushed from the bath and instructed India to get dressed quickly as her father would be there any minute. Not bothering to dry himself, Paul merely pulled on a pair of gym shorts and rushed out to make sure Ben was gone. He was, along with his camera equipment. Paul rushed back into the bedroom. India was still only half dressed, taking her time like women do. She had her things picked out and he stuffed all of India’s remaining clothes, including her new ones, into her back pack. He glanced about for anything incriminating and seeing none, put the back pack down. “Hey, Paul!” Paul’s head jerked in the direction of the front door. “Hey, b*o!” His eyes shot to the girl, bare from waist down examining a rolled up thong and trying to get it straightened out. “Get dressed!” he hissed and hurried to the door, closing it behind him. “How was the trip?” Paul nonchalantly asked as he strode into the living room area. “So, so,” replied his b*****r. “Just glad to be home.” The two b*****rs sat on the sofa, chatting about this and that as usual until India came from Paul’s bedroom carrying her back pack and doll. Her hair was still very wet and hung in strands about her face. Nonetheless, she was still pretty. She ran to her father and laid a very undaughterly kiss on his lips. Paul looked away as if distracted by something. He looked back and saw that his b*****r was holding her to him with a hand on her ass, as he continued to French the girl. Paul glanced ...
    away, struggling to stifle his knowing smile. “Uncle Paul bought me some new clothes, Daddy. I can’t wait to show them to you.” “Well, maybe after we get something to eat,” her father replied. Turning to Paul he offered, “How about Sunday brunch? My treat.” “No, not today. I know you two will want some time together, besides I have some paper work to catch up on.” “That’s fine, Paul. Well, I’m famished. You ready baby?” India turned to her uncle and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him like she had kissed her father. Paul glanced past India to see his b*****r’s reaction. He wasn’t looking, he was looking at the sheer black satin thong and bra that he’d discovered wedged between the seat cushions. India broke off her kiss and sprung up ready to go. Her daddy thanked Paul again for looking out for her and then slyly pressed the two small and thin garments into his hand, whispering, “I think one of your girl friends left this.” He walked out to the parking lot with his b*****r and niece. He wanted to say something and end the charade he and his b*****r were playing, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. ‘What the hell, he’ll know soon enough,’ Paul thought as they got into the car. Returning to his apartment from the outside, the smell struck him. The smell of sex hung heavily in the air, funky pussy odors and funky man odors, mixed with funky ass odors. No way could his b*****r not have noticed it. He lay down on the sofa and turned the TV on to watch the Sunday ...