Incest Seduction/You're kinda curious now. Stare daddy down as he answers.
Anger and embarrassment and the inappropriateness of this whole situation bubbles within you. You almost have to close your eyes and bite your tongue to keep from lashing out. But you don't. Some dirty part of you, deep down inside, is curious. Part of you wants to know what your daddy thinks of the tight and toned little body you've spent so much time on.
So you steel yourself, standing still despite your urge to flee, clenching your fists at your sides instead of covering your nudity. You want to make sure daddy gets a good look if you really want to know what he thinks.
"I honestly don't know what you're asking," your dad replies, trying (and failing) to not look at your body.
"Well... I suppose I'm asking if you'd fuck Kimmy."
"Mom!" you exclaim, embarrassed even further.
"Oh, hush sweetie. Your father is still a man."
Daddy is looking a little defensive, even as his eyes linger around your pussy. "The hell kind of question is that, Kara?"
"One I already know the answer to." Mom wiggles her hips to and fro. "But I'd love to hear you say it."
"You honestly want me to say that I would fuck our daughter?"
Rocking forward slightly, mom pulls you in, inching you closer. "Would you?"
"You want me to tell you how I would violate our Kimberley?"
"Go on..."
"How I would... deflower our little..." Shaky breaths are interrupted by a primal grunt. "...princess?"
"Mhmm?"
"That I... would fuck... my baby girl's... tight... smooth... barely fourteen... little cunt..."
Mom suddenly reaches up and grabs you by the neck. In an instant she's locked lips with yours, moaning into your mouth while your dad grunts long and hard behind her. Her lips melt into yours, the tension in your body washed away by an awkward lust. You kissed a girl once before, but it was nothing like this. It feels like you're part of an explosion.
Daddy stumbles a little, leaning even further over your mom's shoulder. Mommy breaks her unexpected hold on you, dropping lower to the island underneath his added weight. You take a few steps backward, nearly as dizzy as daddy it seems, and trample over your kimono robe in the process. You never even noticed mom sliding it off of your shoulders.
Dad is gradually gaining control of his breathing. Mom is moaning in satisfaction and reaching for her coffee mug. With the intense energy that's in the air added to the fact that you're standing naked in the middle of it all you can't deny that you're starting to get wet. You haven't felt this conflicted since mom dragged you to your first waxing...
"Anyhow, my point sweetie was you shouldn't be so embarrassed by your body."
You nervously tug on one of your small stiff nipples. "I... I'm n-not embarrassed."
"Aren't you? You're very uptight nowadays."
"No I'm not!" you insist, looking down at your chest. The sensation your prodding fingers can induce in your boobs, as small as they are, is as distracting as it is enticing.
"Really? You're practically cowering right now. You look positively ashamed of yourself."
"I'm noooot!" you repeat, squeezing one breast.
Your dad leans into the island next to mom. "We're not going anywhere. Do you think she could make it through the morning?"
"I don't think she could make it through breakfast! Or for that matter, making breakfast!"
"Of course I could!" you shoot back, defiant.
Your mom sips her coffee. "Well then... which is it?"
"I... er..."