Incest Seduction/Prove you can make it through the morning
Daddy jumps in. "I don't think she can handle that kind of pressure."
"Think? I know so! I'm surprised she hasn't ran away already. She isn't brave enough to last that long."
With both of your parents openly doubting you, your younger stubborn half takes hold.
"Er... I mean, yeah! Of course I could! The morning would be easy!"
"I don't believe you," mom quickly replies, going for another sip of coffee. "The whole morning?"
"I just said that, didn't I!" You shoot back.
"Don't get lippy Missy."
"I'm not!" you stomp, increasingly frustrated. "But you don't believe me!"
"Alright, prove it then."
"I will!"
"And since you say it's 'so easy', if you can't make it all the way to lunch time then you owe your father and I a special favor. Deal?"
Both of your palms press down against your excited nipples. "Fine!" you exclaim exasperated.
"None of that, now."
"Okay, okay," you concede, assuming mom is referring to your tone again. But she instead steps forward and pulls your hands off of your chest. With mom walking away from him, dad bends forward then turns away quickly before rushing over to the sink.
"No covering up. That's cheating."
"I wasn't!" you whine some more as mom holds your wrists out to the side.
"Then what were you doing?"
"Nothing! I just... they're really pointy." Only the shame of admitting that is able to suppress your frustration.
"Ah, that's what you were doing. Well no touching either."
"Why can't she touch herself?" asks daddy as he adjusts his pajama bottoms.
"Yeah..." you concur.
"Because I said no cheating. But you can get someone else to help if you really need it. Alright?"
All you can do is sigh and nod.
"Good."
Mom lets go of one wrist but her thumb makes its way to your small stiff nipple, spinning the little nub like a joystick. Your sigh turns into a gasp. It takes a few seconds before you can make yourself pull away from the stimulation.
"What was that for?"
Mom smiles tenderly and let's go of your other wrist. "Just lending a hand sweetie. You definitely look like you need it."
"I-I'm fine."
"Okay. We'll see if that changes, hmm?"
Your fingers almost grab your tingling nipple again before you stop yourself. You blankly acknowledge mom. "Okay."
Your gaze is cast downward. It seems that your mom is standing directly over your kimono, heaped directly in front of you. A small wet spot has appeared on the top of your crumpled garment, directly between mom's feet. You're positive that wasn't there before. The fresh glob glistens in the light.
"I'll take that," mom says, kneeling down to grab your robe. "It'd be mean to tease you with this, since you won't be wearing it again today. So we'll just put it over here."
Mom hooks your robe onto an upper cupboard knob so it hangs above the back counter putting it in plain sight of anyone passing through the kitchen. She's putting your stubbornness on display, which is fitting considering the rest of you is as well. Somehow a second splotch has appeared right next to the first. You'll have to check that out later.
You shift your weight from foot to foot, cool tile numbing your soles. Your hands feel useless. Unable to shield or soother your most intimate bits, you awkwardly rub up and down your naked body indecisively, unsure of where to bring them to rest.
"I need to make a phone call," states mom.
She walks around you, her hand pressing against your torso. It drags across your midsection, gliding over your stomach, round your waist, and over the top of your ass. She's giving you more goosebumps with every inch she covers. It's not as if she's never rubbed your body before but it's usually over clothing. You've only been naked for a few minutes but it's already amplifying every physical sensation.
"You should really help your dad with his sausage..."
Her suggestive words rattle around in your brain. As mom wanders just outside the kitchen you grab onto the bottoms of your elbows, locking your arms together just above your belly button. You're still so very naked. You push your shoulders forward seeking some form of protection for your body but you only manage to squish your small boobs together which emphasizes your round, perky little mounds. You wish your nipples would calm down but between the animalistic heat a few minutes ago and agreeing to the complete and utter exposure of your body you are legitimately very horny. You rub your thighs together just wishing you could explore yourself. But mom isn't going to win that easy.