A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week4/Cracks

Sharing a sensual massage with her parents was the very thing that Sally had hoped, schemed and worked for; something to get her mom and dad into their bedroom more often. And it had worked wonders. She caught them ducking into their bedroom several times since that fateful massage last week. Sally had gathered that these "quickie" bedroom visits were aptly quite short, unlike when Ava had shouted out orgasm after repeated orgasm for much of last Saturday afternoon.

Ava wasn't alone, as Sally had also found her own climax while listening to her dad's heavy manly grunts mixed with mom's moaning shrieks. The only thing that had forced her away from their bedroom door and out of the hallway was Devin's unexpected early return, her brother unintentionally and unknowingly chasing Sally into her own room when he made a commotion downstairs looking for a skateboard. She didn't dare leave her room after that. How could she possibly explain herself if her brother caught her touching herself like that?

While laying in her bed that same day she could still faintly hear the odd thump or holler from her parents' room. She did aimlessly pluck her pie waiting for those sparse muffled sounds, but it just wasn't the same. Neither was anything else now that she was having such dirty thoughts.

Sally wasn't the most observant ten-year-old, and all of this sex stuff was new to her, but even she could tell her parents had been acting stranger than usual since that raunchy encounter. Surely everyone tends to notice their parents' quirks as they get older, but Sally had picked up on some sudden changes. There were subtle ones, such as more hugs, whispers, and innuendos between mom and dad at all times of day. There were a few suspicious instances of her parents sleeping in when they shouldn't be, and a couple of nights where she found her own bedtime had come much earlier than normal. But then there were the other things too...

What started as a flamboyant joke Monday after school quickly became a new routine. Each day he came home, Ryan would scoop his daughter up into his arms and parade throughout the house (even into the backyard on occasion) until he found Ava. Once the three of them were together he would make sure to give his wife and daughter an enthusiastic hug and kiss, before encouraging Sally to do the same to her mother, heaping praise on his "lovely little ladies" as they embraced, all of them professing their love and admiration for each other; their affection was strictly familial, of course. Sally and Ava both adored the outpouring of affection from Ryan, and by Thursday Sally was already lingering close to the door after school so her dad could swing her up into his arms as soon as possible.

While Ryan was getting more rambunctious, Ava was getting stuck in the clouds. Her mind began wandering at all times of day, less aware of herself and her surroundings than ever, and getting herself into more trouble than she had in a long time. From wandering outside in her underwear to water the plants, to forgetting to get dressed after a shower, to talking at length with the very polite Mormons at the front door while totally topless, she had been paying far less attention to her own state of dress... while paying more attention to Sally's.

That's what Sally had really noticed, that her mother was no longer griping about Sally's nudity. Mom was suddenly just as likely as Devin to encourage Sally to undress after coming in from outside, and she was twice as likely to be the one to undress her, whisking Sally's "filthy" clothes straight to the laundry room after school so that she was "ready for her father". What was even stranger was that her mom's unexplained acceptance of her nudity only made Sally more self-conscious to be lounging about the house in the nude. It was as if her going nude was no longer a choice, but an expectation.

When mom had initially been against her home-bound-nudism request, much of Sally's insistence came from a point of obstinance. But now that her mother wanted to undress her, telling her to lift her arms higher, or having Ava's fingers sliding down the sides of Sally's panties, Sally abruptly 'felt' her nudity so much more deeply and shamefully. She hadn't stopped of course. She was much too stubborn for that. But with a renewed sense of shame and her continued desire to eavesdrop on her parents' cries of pleasure, Sally's nerves and arousal had been building all week long.

It finally came to a head that weekend. Mom was leaving to drop Devin and some friends off at a movie theater for a matinee when Daddy suggested that Devin should bring Sally along. Even Ava mused that it was a good idea, and Sally shot to her feet with excitement before her brother ruined it.

"Don't make me take her," Devin whined, his tone instantly regressing to a grade schooler losing his recess. "She's gonna make us see something crappy cuz she can't get into anything R rated."

Sally crossed her arms over her bare chest, insulted by the accusation. "I'm not a kid. I can look older if mom helps do my makeup."

"Sadly we don't have time for that honey," Ava noted with a sorrowful glance toward her husband before grabbing her purse. "We're late as it is."

"Oh, you can't make them late, Sally. Better hop in the car fast!"

"Daddy! I have to get dressed first!"

"Nope, no time!" teased Ryan, swatting his little girl's behind with an audible smack. "Hurry! Gotta go now! Maybe you'll find something in the glove box you can wear."

"Daddy!" squirmed Sally, holding a playful but firm scowl. But her dad's teasing did force her to think of what she could even find in their car's glove box. The car's manual? A bottle of lotion and some tissues maybe. She could only imagine walking into the theater holding kleenex over her privates...

Ava similarly paused to ponder Ryan's silly suggestion, but pushed past it more quickly than her daughter. "I'm sorry Sally, but your father knows just as you do that you weren't invited. Next time, honey, I promise."

After rubbing Sally's side and kissing her forehead, Ava left her little nudist with Ryan while ushering Devin out the door.

"Still not fair," grumbled Sally, swinging a foot over the carpet.

"Hey, there's plenty we can do here at home, pumpkin!" Ryan stepped aside his daughter, brushing her hair back behind her shoulder as he gazed down the front of her slender bared figure. "If you want, I do need to drill something, and could always use you! Or..." he continued after Sally's less than stellar response, "we don't need to go to a theater to enjoy a movie. After all, there are no age-restrictions - or even dress codes - here at home!"

Sally smiled as her father's widely spread palm lovingly patted her bare stomach. He always knew how to make her feel better. But... did he mean what he was saying? No age restrictions?

"Yeah? What would we watch?" Sally asked suspiciously. "Like, we could watch anything?"

"Anything? Listen, if there's something you'd really like to see then we could give it a go. You're old enough to know what you like."

"Mom doesn't think so."

"Well there's plenty of things your mother doesn't approve of! But there's nothing I wouldn't do to make my favorite daughter happy."

While she appreciated the support, Sally had a hard time thinking with Daddy's hand gliding up her chest. That was before his active fingers slid up along the side of her neck and before they disappeared into her hair, cupping the side of her head as she lost herself in daddy's deep eyes momentarily.

Sally's wasn't upset because of the movie theater. She had felt an increasing need to be close to her parents the past week and they kept hiding away from her just out of reach. Although that had technically been her goal, she didn't realize how frustrated that would make her. Saturday had the potential to correct that since they could spend all day together at home. And yet it felt like the day was slipping by Sally so quickly, even though it wasn't half over. It certainly was annoying that Devin had to steal mom away for his dumb movie, even if just for a short time. But in the end Sally didn't precisely care how she spent the day, so long as mom and dad were close by.

Handling daddy's drill, his powerful tool, would at least keep daddy next to her until mommy joined them. After all, he would have to make sure she's using it right. A movie that she wouldn't normally be allowed to see was also enticing, but Sally could already see herself getting even more pent up cuddling next to daddy on the couch with his arm wrapped around her naked body. Though it was hard to see that as a "bad" thing. But if daddy really wanted to make her happy, part of her just wanted an explanation, to know why things had changed so quickly in the past week. Perhaps she could ask about their quickies, but she wasn't sure if she could address any such topic without making things so much more awkward and tense.

• Sally helps daddy with his drill
• Sally picks an inappropriate movie
• Sally asks about quickies