Incest Seduction/Help dad with his sausage

You move closer to daddy who has only just turned around from the sink.

"Mom said I could help with your sausage?"

Dad stares down at you with a quizzical look. Glancing over at mom, then back to you, he thumbs the waistband of his pajama pants.

"Really...?"

His fingers begin to dip inside, reaching down the front of his pants.

"Can we also make chocolate chip pancakes?" you ask.

Dad pauses before releasing his hand from his bottoms. With a grin, he steps forward. His manly hands grip you by your bare hips while he leans down to kiss your forehead. You find yourself closing your eyes when he leans into you.

"Of course, Kimmy. Grab the sausage, eggs and milk and I can get the batter going."

Dad moves to the pantry while you handle the colder ingredients. Opening the fridge blasts your naked body with a burst of well conditioned air that helps you realize just how hot your body is, despite it being completely exposed. It's actually quite refreshing, in a shivery kind of way.

You pull out dad's ingredients then go back for his sausage. You bring his package to the island to work on unpacking his meat. Before you do, you glance about the kitchen then dip a finger between your legs, testing the waters. You're even wetter than you had thought. Your penetrating finger releases a small gush from your entrance that trickles down your digit. If not for your tension and nervousness you'd probably be dripping everywhere.

Back to your breakfast. You uncase your dad's sizable sausage, exposing his meat to the air bit by bit. You poke and prod the object with your fingers. It's fleshy but very firm. Your dad is very proud of his family sausage. You might even be impressed if you knew a lot more about sausage packing.

"Taste this."

Your dad's large sticky hand lands on your chest, his shifting fingers spreading the goopy substance they carry across both your boobs. He jarringly spins you around, your heightened awareness of your body adding to the shock. You open your mouth to protest but he shoves his finger inside it. Your lips close around his digit and you instinctively suck his finger while it strokes your tastebuds.

"Chocolate chips, cinnamon and vanilla, as always, but there's more."

You grab dad's hand with both of yours and pull him from your mouth. Next to the finger you just tasted, there's another one still coated in his off-white batter. Dutifully you take that finger in your mouth as well and run your tongue along its length.

"Brown sugar and a bit of cocoa. Tasty?"

"Mmmm," you moan, sliding him out of your mouth again. "Yeah. But it's all over me now."

Wiping your hand across your messy breasts is not the best idea you've had. You're so sensitive that you instantly moan, your hand squeezing your small tit. Your thumb kneads the budding breast along with your fingers until they meet at your coated nipple which you watch yourself pinch and tug with exuberance.

"Didn't we agree no touching?" warns mom as she reenters.

You drop your hands, caught in the cookie jar. Panicking, you shout, "No! I wasn... It's daddy's fault!"

"Hmm. He's done better. Well go ahead James. Clean up your mess."

With a guilty smile, daddy drops to his knees. Before you can ask him what he's doing his head shoots forward. Without warning he draws the tip of your breast into his mouth. You gasp then lose your breath when his tongue begins swirling around your tiny nipple. Light suction pulls on the stiff little nub as it is flicked and licked experimentally. You back up the short distance that you can until you butt up against the island.

Mom stands off to one side watching with great interest. Dad lifts his dirty hand up in front of your face. There are specks of batter all along it. Once dad (eventually) stops paying such focused attention to cleaning your nipple, you grab his hand and reciprocate. You lick along daddy's palm while he works the middle of your meager chest, cleaning one another like a pair of cats. It's all rather harmonious until he finds your other nipple. This time the shock is even worse. You shove two of his fingers all the way into your mouth, even gently biting them as the sensations provided by his probing tongue overwhelm you. This only encourages him and he sucks harder. Teeth softly close around your stretched nip, isolating the pink button from the rest of your breast and offering a hard surface for daddy to tongue against. All of your lady parts tingle together. The tickling sensation you can feel in your pelvis is so visceral it's as if daddy's tongue has penetrated deep inside of you to massage your g-spot.

Closing your eyes, all you can do is whimper past your dad's fingers. The darkness helps you focus on your pleasure. When a hand finds your free breast you're mostly surprised that it isn't your own. But you are a little surprised that the hand feels smaller than dad's. You make no effort to confirm this though. It really doesn't matter.

Just as you begin to lose yourself in this, it all stops. Hands pull away from you. Your wet nipple finds air. Each of your eyelids flutter open to see mom and dad standing before you smirking. Your weak naked form leans against the kitchen island fighting not to tremble.

• Give up. You can't handle this
• Brush it off and continue with breakfast
• Grab a handful of batter for yourself