Incest Seduction/Attempt to ignore what you just saw and ask mom about your brother
You're doing your best to avoid eye contact with your parents. Mom is cradling her coffee as per normal. Dad is just standing here next to you, almost proudly showcasing the erection in his pants. You can hardly think straight, not only knowing that it is right there beside you but also knowing exactly what it looks like, the sight of your daddy's thick veiny member coated in pussy juice.
"Is Zachary coming?" you finally blurt out.
"Well your father isn't..." mutters mom.
Dad turns toward mom, his pants pointing the way. "What?"
"I can think of worse things t-"
"Mom! Zachary. Is he coming?"
Your mother sighs, her patience sudden worn thin. "I don't know. Maybe."
"Maybe?!" You stomp your foot in frustration. "But you said you were going to make sure he'd come this weekend! I know you said it!"
She glances at dad. "I... might have said that."
"UGH!" you exclaim, tossing your head back and slumping your shoulders. The way she said it before it was as good as a promise. Why would she not even-
"Sweetie?" coos Daddy, interrupting your thoughts.
You lower your head only to lock your eyes onto his pants again. Why is that so distracting? It's your dad for god sake! But it really does take a moment before you can lift your gaze. You feel so warm. Have you been blushing this whole time? "...what?"
"Your robe is open."
It feels like a 'shoelace' gag, and you question whether to fall for it. When your eyes drop you immediately notice the broad V down your chest again, but then you look past your crossed arms and see that the edges of your robe have indeed fallen away from each other - if they were ever even touching - thanks to mom's sloppy work. Your navel, your pelvis... you're exposing a narrow strip of flesh down the entire front of your body. You can suddenly feel both of your parents' eyes lasered in on your privates.
"ARGH!" you groan, twirling away and stomping off to the stairs.
"Oh don't even, Kimmy. You're such a little tease," comments mom before casually sipping her coffee.
You are not! How dare she! So what if you could have tried harder to close your robe. She was the one who opened it! It's not like you were naked before then. But besides, you SHOULD be allowed to be naked in your own home, if you want to be!
You come to a halt barely a third of the way up the stairs. In an impulsive act of defiance, you shrug off your robe, turn, ball it up, and spike it down onto the main floor. You've stomped up another third of the stairs when a booming voice stops you cold.
"PICK that up young lady!" Goosebumps run up your back. You don't want to follow daddy's order. In fact you're regretting ever coming down these stairs this morning. "That was a Christmas present!"
Shoot. That's what gets you. Daddy sounds hurt, as if you just lit your robe on fire and threw it in his face. Haltingly, you turn and slowly step back down the staircase.
"Good girl," chirps mom. "Don't try to cover up or anything."
It's that sarcastic comment that makes you realize your hands are balled up into fists at your sides. You really are showing off every little curve you have without a shred of clothing. You swear you're not doing this on purpose, but you keep doing it anyway. Mom has once again gotten inside your head.
Already at the bottom of the staircase, you scoop up your present and hold it close to your chest, seeking modesty but also trying to show remorse, cuddling the garment. "Sorry daddy," you meekly apologize and wait for him to forgive you. Daddy looks you up and down, shaking his head and eventually biting his lip before dismissing you.
"How is her bum so much more cute when she's angry?" That's the last comment you hear from the kitchen after reaching the top of the stairs and before making a run for your room. At least they think your butt is cute. You'd hate to have an ugly butt.
You quietly close your bedroom door then leap forward and toss your body onto your bed with a dramatic sigh. What the hell was all that? It's like you lost your mind after seeing daddy's... penis. You can hardly say it. Why daddy? Of all the people you could have seen, the first real hard penis you ever saw was your daddy's? Well, it definitely wasn't a penis. It was a cock. It was so big and solid and...
Why are you touching yourself?! That's so gross! You can't think about him like that! Which you immediately question since you've thought about your brother an awful lot these past few months. But you rarely ever actually thought about Zack's penis, not in any detail. But now you can't get the image of your daddy out of your mind. You try to relocate the glistening cock burned onto your retina and place it on your brother. But all you can see is the slow-mo of daddy sliding his thick dick out of mommy's gaping cunt over and over and...
You're STILL touching yourself! No! This is wrong!
Prying yourself from your bed, you quickly prance around your room to shake some sense into you, but doing it in the nude does nothing to soothe your nerves or your arousal. You do your damnedest to explain all this to yourself. You're not turned on by your dad, you just like getting naked and showing off like mom said. Being slutty wouldn't be so bad, right? Because you've definitely never thought about your dad like this before now. Then again you've never seen his cock before either. But you've never seen any cock, not in person. Maybe that makes it okay. You're not turned on by your dad, you're just turned on by his penis. They're all the same, aren't they? Penises, not dads.
GRR! Get over it already! You don't know why your heart is beating so crazy, or why your nipples are so hard, or why your body is so warm, but it doesn't matter. You're a good girl, not some freak. You just need to get back to normal somehow.