Incest Seduction/Try to give yourself an orgasm at breakfast
If daddy was moving even a little bit maybe you could hold out, make it through, make due with whatever little bit of incidental thrusting his dick would bestow upon you. But having him just fill you, stretch you, forcibly wedge this huge pole inside you that should never have entered your tiny pussy to begin with, and then just sit there right on the cusp of fucking you without going all the way... it's simply too much for you for you to handle. You could take control if you wanted. It would be sooo easy to just lean forward, push against the table, and lift your butt to slide your teenie overwhelmed twat higher up his shaft for some relief. But you know that if you did that you'd have to come down again, and what goes down must come up, or something like that, and you'd probably be bucking in no time. If you want to try to get yourself off to regain some of your sanity then you'd rather at least be discreet about it, if only to avoid mom's wrath.
Biting your lip with trepidation, heart pounding, legs twitching, you pull your bound hands away from the table. You press your wrists into your stomach, at first trying to make their new position seem natural to anyone looking, but pressing in on your tummy also presses on the cock barreled deep inside you. A gasp and shudder ripples through you and you bite back another whimper. Why doesn't he just fuck you? This is like torture. Probably the best torture, but torture.
Quickly you slide your hands lower but find your bindings are a burden. With your palms tied facing each other it's hard to twist around to get a good position on your crotch, but you have to make do. Anything is helpful. You settle on the side of your ring finger as you rest it against your clit. It's in the way of your other fingers as you can't twist anymore without your arms looking out of place, but it can press harder than your pinky so it's your best option. You're also afraid of nicking daddy's ballsack and alerting him as to what you're doing since he is right below your love nub. So you wiggle your ring finger as best you can, flicking your little bean with as much speed as you can manage in a cramped space.
And it's glorious. Mouth dropping open, your eyes want to roll up into your head. Good gawd yes! Yes! Yes! You needed something, anything, so very badly. Daddy's fingering worked you up into a fervor and primed your body for whatever stimulation it could get. Your excited pussy squeezes daddy over and over, gripping and begging the stationary cock to fuck you. But your clit doesn't care either way now that it's getting some attention. It just hums with pleasure.
Remaining perfectly still while rubbing your clit is weirdly very hard. Nearly as hard as daddy's dick. The pleasure that swells and radiates from your wanting clit is breathtaking. Your body wants to writhe and moan. You wish you could move your whole arm to rub yourself as fast as you can. Instead you end up freezing, locking up tight, barely even breathing, trying to hide your pleasure. If anything you're too still now, especially compared to how squirmy you were before. But you're right there. You've almost climbed that elusive climactic peak but it's just out of reach. Your orgasm is close, it's welled up inside you desperate for release, but confusingly it's still so far away and you have no clue why. You press on longer and longer but don't get closer. Are you nervous? Are you exhausted? Have you been edging so long that you need even more than this to push you over the edge?
Suddenly daddy coughs. His thick dick flexes inside you and, inexplicably becoming even harder, is shoved up into your cervix some more. It's not much, but you aren't expecting it, and the tenderized barrier to your womb is weakened a little further. You gasp loudly and your legs kick out, putting you off balance. Out of sheer fright you're forced to pull your hands away from your mound and slam them onto the edge of the table, partly to steady yourself and partly from the worry of getting caught. The sharp thud and the clang of nearby utensils pulls everyone's attention to you.
"Kimmy!" scolds your mother. "What now?"
Your heart is in your throat, eyes wide as you pant openly. "Nothing! Umm... just a... a hiccup."
"A hiccup!?"
"More like a seizure," grins Dawn.
Mom shakes her head and tsks you again. "Honestly! Such a mess. Just hold your breath or drink some water or something like a normal person." She turns to Zack with a sigh. "Now where was I... Oh yes! The barbeque!"
Another sip of something doesn't sound like a bad idea. Besides your hiccup cover story, you do feel especially hot and bothered. Granted you have every reason to be given your predicament, but it's like the whole house feels warmer than normal and your entire body is thirsty. With a nod of your head and after a quick wipe of your brow with your thumbs, you steal daddy's cool glass of OJ again and take a few long slow gulps, nearly emptying the glass before setting it down again.
That was so lucky. You almost got caught touching yourself! And yet you realize that you were doing just fine until daddy's cough startled you. In fact you were doing great. Maybe all you needed this whole time was a little self care. And you need it so bad too. Your thoughts are fuzzy, your lust palpable, your overwhelmed pussy serving as a hiding spot for daddy's gargantuan member.
You know you shouldn't do it. What feels like ages ago now, you promised mom you wouldn't touch yourself, but the problem is that no one else is either. Daddy just stopped short of fucking you and your brother already did. Dawn would only tease you in the least helpful ways and you shudder to think what mom might suggest if you were to complain about part of your dare. You managed to get close to an orgasm without anyone knowing. Maybe you can take it all the way.
Stealthily dropping your hands again, you pickup where you left off. But just before outright strumming your nub, you lean over to one side and twist your head around to smile your pearly whites at daddy, trying to show how good of a job you're doing. He smiles back and runs a hand up your back to your neck.
"Atta girl," he says quietly, tilting his head down over your shoulder. "I think you're my favorite."
And with that daddy kisses you on the lips. It's not like he's never done it before, but certainly never with his cock crammed inside of you. It doesn't feel like a very chaste kiss, but that's probably your fault. Poised and eager, you started flicking your clit the moment he brought his lips closer. His hand on the back of your neck makes it feel all the more intimate and you draw air deeply through your nostrils as he kisses you. You give a little moan of approval just as he pulls away but he doesn't linger. He just rubs your arm and pats your hip.
Maybe that's what you needed. Your heart rate elevated again, you jill yourself as fast as your cramped arm will allow as you turn toward the table. You start losing your vision and keep having to flutter your eyelids to refocus your eyes, at least pretend like you're present with your family. But after a few failed attempts to fight it, you just close your eyes and focus on what's building inside you. Getting into it more and more, your breathing quickens, your head lists, your body responding to your pleasure. Your nipples ache, your pussy tightens, your hands... suddenly shoot up into the air?
You open your eyes to find mom stood up from her seat holding the other end of your rope. Tugging you forward, she slams the rope down onto the table, and you with it. As your outstretched wrists land in the center, knocking over a napkin holder, your chest ends up in daddy's plate, your small tits poking into little puddles of syrup and remnants of eggs. You could have avoided daddy's plate if you caught yourself with your elbows, but mommy's violent tug ended up pulling your bum off daddy's lap. She dragged your pussy halfway up his shaft, daddy's cock pulling a gush of wetness from you in the process, and accidentally sent a ripple of pleasure emanating from your pussy that distracted you from what was happening to do anything about it. The fright of being caught sure didn't help either.
Your legs shakily supporting yourself, daddy still partly inside you, you lift your head to meet mom's gaze. Instantly you regret looking, her anger and disappointment very clear. And yet some small part of her seems pleased.
"Kimmy!" scolds mom yet again. "What do you think you are doing?!"
"I-I'm... Nothing!"
"You were masturbating at the table, weren't you?!"
That sounds so bad because it is. You instantly shake your head in denial. "No."
"Don't lie Kimmy! Daddy was just trying to finish his breakfast and you're sat here pleasuring yourself while on top of him! Weren't you?!"
You're about to deny it again, but it feels worse to lie about it after she spelled it out so plainly. Dropping your head slightly, you nod sheepishly.
"Oh... Mahgawd," chirps Dawn with a smile, weirdly relishing the fact that you got yourself in trouble.
"Unbelievable! When did you think you were allowed to do that, hmm?! Did you think at all about the consequences? Do I really need to post a sign, 'No masturbating at the dinner table'?!"
It doesn't feel like there's anything good you can say right now. Especially not while Daddy is still halfway inside you, your arousal oozing out of you, further proof and a stiff reminder of your reckless indiscretion. Part of you wants to tattle on him since this is at least partially his fault, but you don't think mom will see it that way. So you keep your mouth shut tight while laid out on the table, split open by daddy and laid into by mom. But after a bit more ranting mom doesn't take kindly to your stubborn silence.
"Really? You have nothing to say for yourself? You're not even going to apologize? We should go straight to punishment then? After trying so hard this morning you suddenly don't care about forfeiting?" Mom tsks at you slowly, almost enjoying it. "Kimmy, Kimmy, Kimmy. My sweet girl. You really can't control yourself, can you? Have you got anything to say?"