Incest Seduction/Brush it off and continue with breakfast

With the stimulation gone, your mom almost smugly staring at you, your dad focused and attentive, you find a new sense of self awareness. You're not wearing a single stitch of clothing and are openly welcoming the sexual advances of your parents. You straighten yourself, bringing a hand up to cover your face. What are you doing? This is so wrong... isn't it? Granted, you've never felt like this before. Of all the times you've masturbated, none have made your adrenaline pump so hard or your head so wildly fuzzy. The air is charged, your skin is tingling, your body is asking for more. But... Mom? Dad?

Unsure of where to take this or what to say, you go back to what you were doing a minute ago; sort of. Awkwardly turning away from your parents you try to attend to random objects on the island. You rearrange this and that, grabbing your mom's coffee before pushing it away a moment later.

"Aww. Don't be shy, sweetie." Mom leans up against the island beside you. She plays with your hair while placing a hand on your stomach. "That's what this is all about, isn't it?" Her hand moves downward, just low enough to make you both nervous and excited. "To prove what you can do, right?"

A slow nod is all you can muster as a response. It's true. You're so much more than a shy little girl now and you're more than willing to prove it. Your mom teases and tickles you below your belly button while her other fingers trace their way from your temple into your hair and tantalize the outer circumference of your ear. Your dad joins in and cozies up behind you, his hands gripping both sides of your waist. You can also feel a part of him press against your lower back.

"I think maybe it's best if daddy helps you with his sausage, hmm?"

With that comment mom dips her hand down and grazes her fingertips across your lips. You visibly shudder before tensing back up. Despite how much you're enjoying this ordinarily forbidden affection you're still questioning whether or not you're okay with this, even if you would die to receive these advances from your brother.

"Relax, Kimmybear. It's just us here," assures mom. She softly strokes your slit a second time then suddenly stops. "Actually... I should probably make another call. Take over daddy."

Mom slips away giving dad more room to cuddle you. He wraps you up in his powerful arms, the familial embrace both warm and comforting. That is until his left hand dips down and to the side where he can grab your far hip and his right hand moves higher and squeezes your petite tit. That squeeze sends goosebumps up your neck. Apparently you were waiting, wanting for something like that from him.

Dad kisses the top of your forehead. Then your earlobe. Then your neck. Your shoulder. He even kisses the center of your back before suddenly pulling you tight to him and lifting you off the floor. From here all he has to do is stand and he easily raises you a foot into the air. But he doesn't move you very far. Half a step forward has your pelvis bumping against the counter of the island. Dad bends you over the edge, forcing you to lean onto the prep surface. As he pulls his arms away you lay down your forearms and lower your upper body onto the cool countertop. Your nipples tighten and stiffen to diamonds when the polished stone saps away their heat.

"Mmm. This ass, Kimmy..." His hands fully envelope your modest bum, groping each cheek then spreading them wide. "Yoga has definitely worked out for you."

"T-thank you, daddy."

You lay perfectly still while dad fondles your backside, your feet dangling above the floor. Even a firm spank from him doesn't move you. You want to show off your ass as best you can so you hold your hips a little higher which strains your abs and consumes your focus.

There's a brief pause in daddy's attention before he resumes. But he's added something new. He pushes something up between your cheeks, sliding it over your asshole. You shiver and try to enclose your cheeks around it. He instead pulls it down and away, teasing the bottom of your slit in the process. But what follows is much more than teasing. He pushes between your thighs and nestles this thing up against your slit, parting your labia with it before gliding forward between your lips and past your clit. He does this a few times allowing you to deposit some of your juices along its hard length.

Is... is this his...

"Morning. Would I-"

You jump at the sound of your brother, or would have if your feet were on the ground. Where did he come from?! You didn't even hear the door. But here he is stopped and staring a short distance away.

Pushing against the counter, you lift your body up and then drop back when you suddenly manage to impale your pussy and stop your descent.

...you just jumped onto daddy's cock.

You actually scream a little in shock, removing a hand off of the counter to cover your mouth. That's a terrible decision. The reduction in support that brings forces more of your body weight onto your dad's erection and pushes you further down his length. You slam your hand back onto the counter and try to lift yourself, to keep your father's cock from going any deeper inside you. Easier said than done. You're positioned far more vertically now and your feet are still nowhere near the floor. Daddy isn't helping either. He leans into you, resting his hands on the edge of the counter and all but pinning you against the island. You suppose he's trying to look natural - something you're incapable of doing right now - but that leaves you alone in your struggle.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

With every passing second you can feel the head of daddy's cock slip higher and deeper into your tightly clenched but thoroughly drenched little hole. Seemingly trapped here, drawing in a deep breath helps push out your chest as you smile broadly. You're trying your best to clear your panicked expression and act normal. The last thing you want is for Zack to know what just happened. Meanwhile you lash out at your dad's legs with your feet, hooking around them and trying to find additional support for yourself.

"Hello baby. Doing laundry?" interrupts mom, her attention solely on Zack.

Trying to wrap your legs around dad's has only served to spread your thighs wider and offer his member even more room to advance. You quickly drop your feet and squeeze your thighs together, desperate to prevent your predicament from worsening.

Your brother turns between you and mom, looking confused. "Why is Kim naked?"

Mom hardly even darts her eyes at you. "Oh, she's just been parading around like this all morning, looking for attention."

"She loves this," parrots dad. "Isn't that right?"

"Uuh h-huh..." That's all you can manage to gasp out with your teeth clenched, your body so tense. You nearly didn't even register what mom said, although you probably would have just nodded either way.

Mom steers Zack into some small talk. He continues to look curiously at your slim, completely exposed teenage form, and if you weren't so preoccupied you would be able to enjoy his confused interest. Instead every ounce of your being is working to keep yourself from being utterly filled by daddy's impressively thick sausage, although you're already very close to being completely stuffed as it is.

With Zack distracted, your dad takes his hands off the counter and grabs either side of your butt, cupping your glutes with his palms. He lifts you about an inch, testing your weight in his hands. You immediately sigh your relief and exhale even harder when he pulls his pelvis back and removes a couple inches of meat from your young, overwhelmed pussy.

But he stops there. This isn't a lot different. You're still suspended in the air, perched atop your father's cock. At least now gravity isn't trying to pull him into your womb, but daddy's bulbous head is still well inside your virgin entrance.

What is he waiting for? Can he not lift you higher? Is he changing his mind? Now that you're no longer pinned against the side of the island you could probably free yourself just by falling forward onto the counter. But you'd love to know what he's thinking.

• Try to dismount from daddy's dick
• Wait to see what daddy does