Incest Seduction/Clean up the rest of your lustful mess
Considering the extremely exposed and humiliating state you're in, it's disheartening that your brother barely even looked at you. It's hard to imagine that pestering him while he does laundry will somehow bring him around. Resigned to this fact, it's probably best that you get rid of the last evidence of your embarrassing and overzealous display.
"I can clean up the floor," you say sheepishly.
"Thank you dear," mom nods, sizing you up out of the corner of her eye. "The gloves are under the sink, but just wipe it up for now. I'll clean the kitchen later."
You follow mom's direction and sort through an assortment of cleaning supplies in the cupboard before finding a pair of bright yellow rubber gloves you can use. Looking out over the floor it really is a mess. Slopping batter around with your hands flung the creamy liquid all over the floor, with a variety of globs and streaks strewn about. You dampen a clean cloth and swiftly get to work. Not wanting to kneel on the hard tile, you drop into a deep squat. You reach forward between your legs, feet spread for balance, shuffling over the floor in a sort of crab walk to collect the specks of batter.
It's a slightly awkward position to hold and might look a little silly, but it seems like the fastest way to clean without hurting your knees. Of course it's made more embarrassing than it would otherwise be by how well you can see your pussy like this; head down, legs spread, pelvis rolled forward, you're practically staring straight into it. It's normally so difficult to see, and even now you'd need a mirror to really get a good view, but the detail afforded to you is a little surprising and instantly catches your eye. You can spy your inner labia so easily and your clit is just popping right now. Your entire crotch is noticeably pink from your rubbing and continuing arousal. The heat has already dried the water from the cloth you used to clean yourself, but you're still very wet all the same.
As you move in and out from the deepest part of your squat you watch as your lips open up by about an inch exposing your most sensitive inner folds to the air. You experiment a little. You hop slightly. Wiggle your butt. Finding ways to stretch yourself open without even touching yourself feels so naughty.
You glance over your shoulder. You can't. You shouldn't. But knowing you're not supposed to do this makes you want it even more. You quietly pull off one of your gloves and hover your bare hand in front of your sex. Delicately lifting one finger, you glide your digit across the tip of your clit while squatting as deep and as wide as you can. The single stroke sends shivers shooting up your back and into your scalp. Why is forbidden fruit so tasty?
You flick your needy nub with the end of your finger, your body slowly curling forward. You mind drifts to troubling places. Thoughts of daddy's tongue on your nipples and your brother stroking your hair get you hotter and wetter. Your eyes close as you rub your clit more fervently. You barely even consider how crazy it is that both of your parents are standing behind you while you do this. Masturbating in the kitchen is a first for you but you've rarely ever done it outside of the bathroom or bedroom, let alone next to other people. Least of all, your parents.
Feeling a hand on your back kicks you out of your trance. Your body stiffening in shock, you audibly yelp and manage to propel yourself forward onto your hands and knees.
"Sorry Kimmy," starts your dad with a smile. "You missed a spot."
Regaining your composure and nervously putting on your glove, it takes a moment to realize what he's pointing at; a sparse trail of clear shimmering wet spots in a line on the floor. Your pitiful little pussy has been dripping its passion behind you onto the tile you just cleaned.
Wide eyed, you look up at your father. He has to know, but you don't want to ask. Being caught is embarrassing enough. At least mom hasn't noticed.
You quickly scurry back from where you came, wiping up the most damning evidence yet of just how horny you are.
"You're sure taking your time with that," comments mom.
You hurry a bit harder. "Just... trying to do a good job."
DING DONG
"Can you get the door sweetie? That can wait."
You freeze. She can't be serious.
"But... I'm not done," you announce, glancing at the counter.
"Then you shouldn't have taken so long. But the mess isn't going anywhere."
You stand with trepidation. She's really serious.
"C-can I just put on m-"
DING DONG DING DONG
"Kimberly!" Your mom turns to you in frustration, ignoring the stove. "Just answer the door already! Go! And for heavens sake be polite!"
You speed your way out of the kitchen as your mom yells at you, cringing a little as you stomp past your hanging robe. It would have been so easy to grab it along the way. You're not entirely sure why you didn't, other than your own stubbornness of wanting to upstage your mother. That doesn't make it any less frightening to voluntarily expose every inch of your body to the neighbors. Yet here you are, butt naked and approaching the front door, already reaching for the handle.
You inhale deeply, holding your breath as the door swings open. On your doorstep stands a young family of four in PJs and robes, and all of their eyes descend onto your nudity in an instant.
"Kimmy!" The mom Tracy shouts in surprise before throwing her hands in front of her son Aidan's impressionable 8 year old eyes. Little 6 year old Kalli's mouth drops open as she glances up for her family's reaction to your state of undress. Her dad isn't as reflexive as her mom however. Richard is too busy staring you down to bother obstructing his daughter's view of your trim teenage form.
The fresh morning air rushes in, hugging your naked body, stiffening your nipples and cooling your damp lips. Only your hands and forearms are protected from the crisp breeze thanks to your large gloves. The yellow rubber covers up the least provocative parts of you which only serves to heighten your awareness of just how exposed you are. And standing in front of you are four people who already know you very well becoming all the more intimately acquainted with you as the seconds slowly pass.
Remembering what your mom shouted, you push the door wide open and smile an anxious grin, clenching your teeth behind your forced expression.
"Good morning Mr and Mrs Taylor," you eek out, gesturing them to enter.
But no one moves. Aidan tries to duck away from his mom's hands. Kalli smirks a knowing smile, fully aware that what you're doing is extremely naughty. Mom and dad do their best to remain tactful.
"I think you forgot to do something this morning," offers Richard, giving you a nod.
Tracy silently scolds her husband, trying to silence him. "I'm sorry Kimmy! We can wait! Really!"
"Nonsense! Come on in!"
Your mom walks up behind you, slipping her hands around your narrow waist and onto your stomach.
"Kimmy here is just experimenting with a little harmless nudism, aren't you sweetie?"
One of your mom's fingers traces its way around your belly button, inducing a shallow gasp in you and sending little shivers both up and down your abdomen.
"Yeah!" agrees Richard. "Totally harmless!"
Tracy sends another look her husband's way, but she let's go of Aidan and generally seems more accepting now that your mom is with you. The kids stare at you in wonder, amazed that you're allowed to be naked like this. Mom meanwhile backs away from you, dragging her hands along as much of your bare skin as she can get away with. She finishes with a pat to your bum before she successfully manages to usher the neighbors inside ahead of you.
Back in the kitchen dad has taken over mom's duties at the stove. Tracy and Richard take a seat at the island while their kids hover nearby. Aidan keeps looking away from you, as if he is "secretly" stealing glances of your body. His little sister Kalli however has no qualms about exploring your body with her eyes, tucking into every nook and cranny you can offer while walking past them.
You notice your robe is suddenly missing from its high perch. You were already committing yourself to this, but that does help eliminate a bit of your temptation to flee. You're not sure if mom or dad would have been more likely to hide it away from you. But now that you've been passed off as a nudist it doesn't much matter.
Aidan pushes his sister forward. She glances at the adults around the room before whispering to you.
"Are you allowed to play with us if you're naked?"