Incest Seduction/Sit on daddy's lap anyway

Without acknowledging your mother, you unclench your thighs and tip toe towards daddy.

“Right here, pumpkin." Placing his nearly empty glass of orange juice on the table, Daddy pushes away from it then pats the tops of his thighs with a smile. You can't help but smile back at him. Despite all the cum and light bondage, you suddenly feel 8 years old as you timidly prance on the tips of your toes to sit on your daddy's lap.

Of course actually sitting is a whole other matter. You handle this part as cautiously as possible. You shuffle up next to daddy, turn away, then demurely lower your bum onto his lap with your knees closed, only half sitting on his leg as you keep one cheek suspended and angled away. You do as much as you can to not get caught, and also try to spare his pants from the mess stowed beneath you.

“Why so shy?" asks daddy. He grabs you by the back of your suspended thigh, his large hand easily wrapping around to support it. His fingers poke up between your legs and he hardly manages to pull you an inch closer before finding the slick goo you've spread all across your inner thighs. “Ah, I see. Looks like someone's a little excited."

“We did not need to know that," Dawn complains flatly from across the table.

“She's leaking like a faucet, isn't she?"

“Mooom," you whine once again. You certainly feel leaky, but it's hardly your fault. Maybe some of it is, but it's not all your fault. You notice Zack keeps his head low, focused on his plate of half-eaten food.

“It's alright." Dad's hand lifts your butt from his lap, forcing you to stand. “We'll clean you up honey-bug."

Your father turns you around, pushing and prodding your body until you're facing him with your feet apart and your hips thrust forward. Naked, wet, and now presenting your privates with your hands held nervously under your chin, you somehow feel even younger. Now you're just his little girl who couldn't hold it in, expecting to be wiped clean. Daddy does deliver, tenderly attending to the mess between your legs, softly rubbing you down with a cloth napkin. All it takes is the cloth brushing against your crotch for your legs to wobble and a shiver to race up your back. Unfortunately you want him to rub you much more than he does. He wipes your legs then cups your pussy a few times, pushing the cloth against your lips, but he doesn't antagonize you or take advantage of you, to your disappointment. Zack sure exploited your bound and spread body - after a lot of convincing - but daddy is being so kind and considerate. Maybe because everyone is watching.

With the visible sheen of cum gone, daddy guides you back down onto his lap. You still keep your legs together, unconvinced that your body won't release a fresh dollop of your brother's spunk from deep inside you at any moment. A strong comforting arm of daddy's wraps around your stiff midsection and pulls you closer. That's all it takes for you to melt into him. Swooning a little, your back leans into his chest seeking a tighter embrace. You wiggle your butt to get more comfortable and stumble across something that's been waiting for you. Daddy's still hard.

You quietly gasp, shocked yet excited to find a present in daddy's lap as mom fills up daddy's glass of OJ. There's no doubt in your mind that this present if yours; you had just claimed it, taken it (all of it) not that long ago. And you weren't done with it before daddy took it away from you... but he's saved it for you. You had assumed you wouldn't find it until long after breakfast was over, but you can already feel yourself getting wetter with how tauntingly close it is.

Your brother ended up making you feel guilty for ever crushing on him. You almost regret pressuring him into fucking you... almost. But daddy wanted you. Daddy made you feel amazing. You didn't have to be tied up or held down before a begrudging, angry, spiteful fuck was given to you. Daddy played with you, engaged you, encouraged you to be coy and naughty. Your daddy took your virginity. He definitely took it; he didn't ask, but he didn't need to. You were always his. And now he's also yours.

Settling into daddy's lap, you pickup daddy's glass with your bound hands and look over at your brother with a shit-eating grin. He knows daddy fucked you, or at least you said he did. But getting cozy with daddy while butt-naked has to offer some sort of proof. Zack does look in your direction more and more, but he's too busy checking out your body to make eye contact. You take a big gulp of OJ and smack your lips in your brother's direction, perhaps the most innocent thing you've done all morning. The rest of your family has already resumed a somewhat normal breakfast. But even after a second swig of daddy's juice the only thing you want is his sausage.

Daddy tries to resume his meal, poking at his plate with one hand while your bound hands rest aside his butterknife. Repeatedly you clench your bum trying to grab daddy's bulge between your cheeks. Your inability to do so quickly frustrates you. Is your bum too small, or is his erection not big enough? A few more failed attempts leads you to wiggling again, partly to find a better position and partly to get a better feel for his dick. You rub your bare bum over daddy's length, examining its sizeable contour in the only way available to you.

After a minute of your wiggling, daddy's hand moves higher up your body. He plants it in the center of your chest, straightening your posture and refocusing your attention to the table in front of you. But after your butt stops moving, one of his fingers moves instead. Your back arches forcing yourself to sit even taller as his fingertip slowly, deliberately, infuriatingly, drags its way around one of your nipples. Biting your lip and holding your breath does nothing to limit how stiff your achy little nipple is getting. It pokes away sharply from your chest, so sharply you swear it was being pulled. You have to glance down for a second just to confirm no one is pulling on it.

The teasing is overwhelming. Eventually you can't help yourself. You start wiggling again. Your tiny nip is so sensitive you can feel daddy's finger rubbing inside you. It's driving you crazy. You lift your arms up to block your chest and try to stop him. Your locked wrists make that difficult. Since he's already tucked under your arm all you can manage is to squish him closer, to pin him in place. Before long you're writhing around in daddy's lap. Formerly locked knees open up to help find a way for your pussy to grind against his leg.

Mom finally pipes up. “Is all that squirming really necessary?"

“Hnnnngh," you whimper in response, almost whining.

“Seriously. You're killing me Kimmy," complains daddy. “I can't take it. Get up."

“No! I mean... I didn't mean to..." you beg.

“Up," repeats your father. He slots his hands under your arms and hoists you off of his lap. He doesn't swing you off to the side, he just pushes you forward against the table. You barely find your footing when he lets go, your hands thudding onto the table on the far side of his plate to help support you. Each of your feet is spread wide, daddy's legs and his chair beneath you.

“I thought we agreed you were going to behave?"

“I know, mom, I know, I just... it's still hard..." you mumble. You lean back then try to make a move to step over your dad but he pushes you forward again, bending you over the table. The dangling half of your wrist binding drags across daddy's plate.

“Wait," he orders.

Bent forward, legs spread, you're positive daddy can see the underside of your pussy. So you roll your pelvis a bit to make extra sure that he can. You wonder if you're gaping, if he can see just how wet you are..

Mom sighs. “Honestly Kimmy, what can we even do with you?"

• Tell her.

• Ask for forgiveness.