Incest Seduction/Grab a handful of batter for yourself
You've never felt this good before. You're nearly woozie with lust. They can't just take that away from you. That's not fair! Not if they won't let you take care of yourself!
Pushing past daddy to the back counter you dip your hands in the mixing bowl and scoop up his batter, splattering yourself with the thick, off-white mixture. You spin around with a naughty grin, a hand trailing across your stomach and smearing the cool goop down your tummy, chocolate chips tumbling down your front.
"Kimberly!" Your mom scolds. "Look at the mess you've made!"
That's not the reaction you were expecting. Suddenly self conscious, you pull inward and look around. Your exuberant scooping of batter has led to you spilling it over the counter and onto the floor before smearing it onto your naked body. But the heat within you has not subsided and it's their fault that you're like this now. Besides, they both enjoyed daddy's mess a minute ago. They're just as interested as you are... aren't they?
Determined to maintain the mood, you try your best at bedroom eyes and glance between your parents.
"Who wants to clean me up?"
Widening your stance, your hand runs over your pelvis and finally cups your silky smooth mound. Really, it's hard to not touch yourself after mom brings you with her to get waxed. It's like you're extra naked when you're hairless.
"Kimmy, you can't just waste half our breakfast! Not with the Taylors coming for pancakes!"
"...wuh?" you sputter, frozen in place. Mom just sighs.
"The neighbors, dear. I invited them to join us. But we only had enough eggs for the one batch! At the rate you're going we'll have to eat YOU for breakfast!"
Your heart is beginning to race. This news is still trying to sink in. No words come to your lips.
"You've showered already, haven't you Kimmy?" asks dad. You can only nod. "Well the batter on the floor is gone, but we can scrape what's on her into the bowl. That's two, maybe three pancakes we can salvage."
Mom crosses her arms. "It will have to do. I'd rather not be splitting pancakes. Honestly Kim..." she trails off, shaking her head and turning her attention to daddy's sausage.
Health doses of guilt, shame and capitulation come all at once. You pull both of your hands from your body, everything coated in daddy's creamy concoction. You can only stare at them while daddy grabs the mixing bowl and a spatula. He carefully leans you against the counter, pushing your pelvis out in the process. Next he forces your legs even further apart than they are. But it's the cold edge of the bowl pushing between your legs and against the underside of your pussy that really gets your attention. A shiver runs through you, your lungs sharply gasping, as the cool metal lip presses against your warm privates.
With your hands covered in batter, you hold them out uselessly to either side as your dad begins the task of reclaiming his pancakes. The silicone tool he draws across your chest causes most of the batter to cascade down your bare torso. Your small boobs do little to help or hinder the process, but your stiff nipples do manage to get in the way. The rubbery edge of the spatula hits your nipples again and again. Their tenacious arousal is plenty frustrating, and only made worse when the dribbling batter runs down over your vulva in short waves before entering the bowl.
"We really can't let any of this go to waste."
Whispering to you, daddy leans in and laps at your nips teasingly, rapidly flicking his tongue. You bite your quivering bottom lip, holding back the moan stuck in your throat. But as this second round of nipple stimulation is once again felt deep in your vagina, you can feel a fresh wave of wetness release itself inside you. You weakly angle your knees together but it's already much too late for that. Even though your lips have a thick coating of liquid pancake, you can sense as your juices drip from your pussy and into the batter.
You don't dare say anything. Your lust almost ruined breakfast once. That can't happen a second time. Instead you lie to yourself, try to pretend it isn't happening. It's just more batter. But as daddy switches to a fresh nip you feel your body squeeze out another drop from the sopping entrance between your spread legs. You're so horny you're literally dripping into his bowl.
Daddy hasn't stopped scraping you clean. He drags the spatula in long lines down your stomach. Thick goopy waves run past your clit and coat more and more of the insides of your pussy lips on the way to the bowl. You've started to contemplate whether you even want your dad to finish when you hear the door open...