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Introduction:

All participants in this story no younger than 18 years of age.

Both Warrick and Hazel woke after three rings. Warrick rolled over and groaned, “Elsie, it’s too early.”

Hazle chuckled sleepily and her voice rasped out, “Honey, it can’t be Elsie, she stayed over last night, remember?”

Warrick suddenly remembered and his cheeks went flush. He remembered, very vividly, deflowering his daughter’s best friend while his wife was upstairs, in fact. He rolled away from Hazel as the phone continued to ring. “Anyway, it’s yours. Answer it.”

Hazel grabbed it off the nightstand. “Oh, it’s Ivy!”

Warrick turned slightly with some interest. Ivy was a friend of theirs, though primarily she was friends with Hazel, as they had met at her work. Ivy was an intern who worked in the programming department. Hazel was a designer there, and they often collaborated on projects. Their professional life bloomed into a personal friendship, and Warrick took a closer interest when Hazel coaxed Ivy into their bed the first time.

Hazel tapped the answer button. “Ivyyy!”

“Sup, bitch? It’s Sunday morning. Why aren’t you at church?”

Hazel chuckled. “I haven’t committed any sins recently, why aren’t you?”

Ivy scoffed, “C’mon.” She changed the subject. “You sound like you just woke up. It’s nearly 11:00!”

“It’s not that late,” Hazel retorted.

“Whatever. I ran to the gym, worked out, ran home, showered, made coffee and breakfast, and caught up on the local news already!”

Warrick groaned and rolled back over, losing interest in the conversation. Hazel slid out of bed to give him peace. “We had an… eventful day yesterday, so I guess we’re taking it easy. How’ve you been?”

Ivy continued to talk, filling Hazel in on what she had gotten up to the previous day. Hazel put on her robe and headed down the hall to check on the girls. She cracked the door slightly and saw that they were still sound asleep, snuggled up to one another and sharing a pillow on one side of the bed. Satisfied, she left them and closed the door, heading for the stairs, giving her friend an occasional “uh huh” in acknowledgement.

“Oh!” Ivy exclaimed, “The reason I was calling you…”

“What’s up?”

“I saw on the internet today that some of the stores at the mall are showing off the new summer collection that just landed. Wanna go?”

“Really? That might be fun.”

“I thought so. It starts at 2:00, but that’s probably just when they say it starts. I was thinking about doing a quick pregame at the bar there beforehand.”

“Sounds like fun.” Hazel thought it also sounded like something the girls might be interested in.

“You can bring Warrick along, too, if you want.”

“Eh, Warrick is only interested in the results of fashion, never the process.”

“Alright, girl time, then!”

“Let me grab my calendar; I think I have something planned for today.” Hazel wandered into the family room. Before she could hunt for her purse, she noticed a crumpled lump of clothing on the carpet. She bent down to pick it up and draped it over her hand. The front said “Bye hater”. It was the shirt that Elsie had worn last night. Hazel wondered how it had landed there when Elsie was upstairs sleeping. It dawned on her that it must have been taken off sometime between the time she and Brie left the room and when Warrick tucked Elsie into bed. She was so tired from her orgasm that she never noticed the young girl was naked under the covers when he had done so.

“Men,” she sighed into the phone, “It’s like they want to get caught.”

“Ooh, what did you find?” Ivy gossiped, “Did Warrick leave his porn out somewhere?”

“No,” Hazel replied, “just something he came in.”

Ivy guffawed. “No way! Grooss! You’ll have to rub it in his face.”

“I’m sure I will.”

“Wait, was that a double entendre? Are you actually going to rub it in his face? Just because I can’t see the smirk on your face doesn’t mean I can’t hear it. You two are so kinky, sometimes I wonder where you two will ever draw the line.”

“Shitting,” Hazel said without hesitation.

Ivy shrieked aloud and laughed at her friend’s decisiveness. “So gross! Okay, no more poop talk. What does your calendar look like today?”

Hazel put the shirt down and found her purse and flipped through her datebook. “No good. We’re supposed to go to another friend’s birthday party. I haven’t even gotten him a present yet.”

“Damn it!”

“Sorry, hun; you can come along with us, if you want.”

“No way. Who hosts an afternoon birthday party? Is he twelve?”

“Hah, for real,” Hazel chuckled, “but it’s not my choice. Sorry!”

“Ehh, I guess I’ll check out the new line by myself then.”

“Oh, actually Brie and Elsie might be there! They love this kind of stuff. I’ll let them know. Be sure to say ‘hi’ if you see them.”

“Sure! I’ll try not to cramp their styles.”

The two ladies said their goodbyes and Hazel went to return her planner to her purse. But she noticed something amiss inside. She reached in and pulled out the lace panties that Brie had last worn to school on Friday, which she had confiscated at the hospital when she learned that Brie should no longer wear underwear. She held them to her nose and took in her daughter’s scent and it triggered an acute flashback to the previous night when they had made love together. She felt a primal longing to be close to her daughter again.

In her other hand, she took the shirt that Elsie had worn last night, which also smelled of feminine musk. The scent was much more subtle than the panties Brie had saturated in class on Friday, but it was nevertheless distinct. She wondered just how experienced Elsie was at this point, and how far the girl had been willing to go with her husband last night. Hazel was unconcerned that Warrick might have fucked their daughter’s friend, but was uncharacteristically a little bit jealous, particularly because they had done it in secret. Nevertheless, the thought gave her a tautness in her chest, and a playful idea began to form.

———

Upstairs, Elsie woke up panting. She yawned and her eyes creaked open catching the sunlight streaming in through the open window. It, along with the midday heat, had warmed the room significantly. She felt like she was broiling inside an oven. Behind her, she felt Brie spooning her sweaty body against hers, which contributed all the more to her warmth. She flipped the covers down, which caused her friend to stir.

Brie groaned. “So warm.” She opened her eyes and squinted in the bright sunlight.

Elsie jabbed an elbow into Brie, “Move over. You’re hot as a nuclear reactor and you’re taking up the whole bed.”

Brie rolled herself onto the other side of the mattress, facing away from Elsie. She was thankful that the day’s heat and the fresh air streaming in from the window had dried up her profusion from the night before. Her pillow still felt a bit soggy, though, so she pushed it onto the floor.

Elsie sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Ugh, Sunday. I don’t wanna go to school tomorrow.”

“No kidding. I never want to show my face there ever again.” Brie thought back to Friday when her whole ordeal had started. Though she admitted to herself that she had some fun over the last day, she still felt embarrassed about losing control in front of her classmates and the families at the pool. “You think we can just take Monday off and sleep through the whole day?”

Elsie got up out of bed and crossed the room to close the window. “Yeah, let’s have another sleepover tonight! That was so much fun!”

Brie rolled back over to face her friend. “What was up with that movie? It was—” She stopped and watched, puzzled, as her naked friend shoved the open window down with a clunk.

Elsie, ignorant, finished Brie’s thought. “Yeah, it was so weird. I can’t believe it was rated PG! There were boobs and sex in it!”

“Els,” Brie inquired suspiciously, “what did you do with my shirt you were wearing?”

“Your shirt? What do you mean?” Elsie looked down and suddenly remembered Warrick had put herself to bed at night after fooling around with her, and she must have forgotten to put her shirt back on. She searched for an excuse, because she didn’t figure her friend would appreciate her having fucked her dad, so she concocted a lie, “I… must have taken it off in the night. I was so fucking hot under that sheet.”

“Really?” Brie challenged her. “Then, where is it now?”

“I— I don’t know. Must be under the bed, or caught somewhere in the sheets.”

Brie lifted the sheets and peered underneath. “I don’t see it under here, anywhere.” She sat up and kicked the top sheet off altogether and put her hands on her hips. “It doesn’t look like it’s caught in the sheets at all. How about that?”

Elsie’s shame suddenly turned into a giggle, “And where are your clothes, young lady? You’re over there giving me a hard time when it appears you’ve not got a stitch on, yourself!”

Brie squeaked, suddenly realizing that her friend was right, and tossed herself onto the floor, hiding her body behind the mattress. She peered over the edge and her cheeks flushed bright red. She wondered what Elsie would think of her making love with her own mother last night. She didn’t imagine she would ever hear the end of it and she scrambled for an answer. “I guess I must have… gotten too hot, too.”

Elsie didn’t buy it, of course, but didn’t press the issue further. What she assumed was that Brie had fallen asleep after one final masturbation session.

With neither party caring to probe further, Elsie had no concerns that the two of them were naked; this was not uncommon between them. She jumped onto the bed without bothering to cover herself and splayed out in the center, heaving a big sigh. “Well, tomorrow may be a school day, but we still have today. I think it’s gonna be fun.”

“Why’s that?”

Elsie leaned up on her elbows. “Because we get to model for Libertine, remember?”

“Oh yeah!” Brie stared off in wonder, “I had forgotten with all that was going on yesterday.”

“Six months of makeup for one afternoon of work. How’d we get so lucky?”

“Remember that crazy lady? I hope she isn’t there,” Brie ruminated.

“Yeah, she was weird. Do you think that guy was gay? Do straight men would work in beauty products?”

“I don’t know if he was or not.”

At that moment, Elsie’s phone started buzzing and she swiped it up gleefully. “Speaking of boys, this might be those boys we met at the mall yesterday!” She answered it with a mature, sultry tone in her voice. “Hullo?”

Brie listened intently, but could only make out Elsie’s side of the conversation. “Yes, this is Zoey… Yes, I remember you, Oliver. How are you?… Oh. Well, we’re kind of busy this afternoon…” Elsie turned and winked at Brie. “Modeling.” Brie snorted. Elsie tried not to crack up and sat there grimacing. She waved her hand, shooing Brie silently. “Well, Oliver, if you and Hunter wanted to come check us out, we’ll be at the mall summer fashion show this afternoon. We’ll be wearing Libertine and, hmm, who knows what else.” Elsie winked at Brie again, who felt a sudden coursing in her chest.

After ending the conversation, Elsie tossed her phone onto the nightstand and said, “Sounds like the brothers are gonna try to make it, if their parents will let them.”

Brie felt a thrill that the boys were so interested in them, but was unsure about what that could mean for her. She thought back to her time at the pool and was worried that she might make another scene in public. She reached up to her nightstand and grabbed the medicine bottle off of it. Inside, it was nearly empty, most of it having spilled all over her mom the previous night. She wondered how she would get through the day without it. She turned to her friend, “I guess I should go… take care of myself and clean up.”

“Shit, I was just going to say that! Don’t take all the hot water.”

Brie tipped the bottle back to suck out the remaining ounce of medicine and replaced it on the nightstand, then headed off for the shower. Elsie grabbed her phone and started playing a game.

———

In his bed, Warrick, too, was on his phone. He was catching up on the latest Twitter and trying not to dwell too much on his illicit escapade with Elsie the night before. He usually communicated with his wife about potential hook-ups before they happened and she was rarely disapproving. Still, he felt uncomfortable having done it without her consent, and furthermore, he was sure she wouldn’t have approved of him fucking around with one of their daughter’s friends. He wondered if that’s why he had kept it a secret in the first place.

He heard padding in the hallway and looked up to see Brie pass by to the shower. She was completely nude, which caused him to marvel at the way his daughter was changing. Two days ago she was embarrassed to be seen undressed by her dad, and today she was wandering around stark naked with impunity. He called out to her, “Brie, honey!”

Brie popped her head back around the door jamb. “I’m going to take a shower.”

Warrick patted the bed next to him. “Come here. Sit down. Let’s have a chat.”

Brie hesitated, then sighed and sauntered in. She crossed her hands in front of her sex as she approached, but then used them to heft herself onto the bed next to him, and then, leaning back, propped herself up on them.

Warrick gazed at his girl and smiled warmly. In that moment, he loved her as a father, but he was also aware that this was as physically close as he had ever been to her while she remained in all her glory since she was a very young child. “How are you doing, Brie?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Uhh, fine, I guess.”

“And how about Elsie?” Warrick swallowed quietly, unsure how much the girls gossiped, and whether or not Elsie would have mentioned anything about last night to Brie.

She picked up on a note of caution as he asked, but gave it no further thought. “She’s good, too.”

Warrick exhaled with a chuckle, “Good, good. Look, I know the two of you have had quite the weekend, and I know that you don’t feel one hundred percent in control at all times, but I hope you feel like your mother and I are supporting you as best we can.”

“I guess so,” Brie said bashfully, staring at her feet dangling off the bed.

“Hey, come here.” Warrick sat up a bit and pulled his daughter into him. He began to massage her shoulders and she leaned back against his bare chest and sighed. “Is there anything you want or need me to do?” He glanced down and, from his angle, he could see his daughter’s slit without her noticing. A clear bead of liquid seeped from between her labia. He felt his heart skip a beat and found that his body was redirecting energy down to his growing erection.

“I ran out of cum— out of medicine last night,” Brie corrected herself.

“Already?” Warrick asked. “They sure didn’t give us much to get started.”

“Mom spilled it all.”

“Oh, I see. That’s too bad. Well, I’ll go to the pharmacy after I leave work tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow evening? But dad,” Brie whined, craning her neck up at him, “How will I get through school if I don’t have enough medicine?”

Warrick looked into Brie’s pleading eyes. Her face was so close to his that he could smell a familiar scent. It reminded him of his wife, but it was more faint. He pushed it out of his thoughts and replied. “Well, honey, if you need to excuse yourself throughout the day, that’s fine. Maybe go to the nurse’s office and they can give you a hall pass. They might even have some of the same kind of medicine for you in their office supply. I think you’ll be fine for one day.” Warrick wasn’t entirely sure he believed that himself, however.

“Okay, Daddy, I trust you. I’ll see if that works.” Brie sighed again, closing her eyes as her father continued to rub her shoulders. Her head rolled back and forth on his chest.

Warrick felt an obscene need to kiss his daughter, and he wanted to plant his lips directly on hers. He felt his erection throb under the cool, sateen sheets, just behind Brie’s back. He could see the pearl of cum on her pussy had rolled down its length, glossing her entire slit. That’s for me, he thought, she’s getting wet for me. But he knew it wasn’t the least bit appropriate to act on his impulses. He leaned his head down and kissed his girl tenderly on her forehead instead.

Brie felt the passion in his kiss, and wondered for the first time what her dad was making of this weekend. Until that moment, she had assumed her problems were a burden to him, that she was making his life difficult. But now she wondered if he was changing. Still, she had enough clarity to know that she shouldn’t push the envelope with her father. She opened her eyes and climbed fully onto the bed. Her eyes darted to his crotch, where she observed a notable peak, but her gaze didn’t linger there. Instead, giving a desirous smile, she leaned in, puckered up and pasted a light peck on her dad’s lips.

Warrick sat there, wide-eyed, unsure how far Brie would go, but he was unwilling to put a halt to it. To his disappointment, however, that was it. She giggled and then jumped off the bed and wiggled her butt at him.

Warrick gave half a sigh and half a chuckle. “You little imp.” Then he swung his hand out to swat her on the butt, but she jumped out of the way with a hoot and then headed toward the door.

Just before she passed into the hallway, Brie glanced back at her father. She thought it looked like might have been lightly stroking his cock over the sheet as he watched after her, but she didn’t know for sure.

Warrick heard the bathroom door close and he breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a little dizzy from what had just happened. He lifted the top sheet and peered underneath. His cock swelled before his eyes and produced a rivulet of clear precum, which dripped onto his stomach. Then he heard a throat clear.

“Ahem.”

He looked up and found his wife standing there in the door frame, wearing a big black tee-shirt. Emblazoned across her tits was an all-too-familiar catch-phrase: “Bye hater”. He swallowed as Hazel jutted a hip out. While the shirt came down over the hips on Hazel’s petite frame, she wasn’t swimming in it quite like Elsie was the night before. Warrick didn’t have much time to ruminate on the differences in how the two wore it, however, for he knew he had been caught. He just wasn’t sure how caught, exactly. “Is— isn’t that Elsie’s shirt?”

“It sure looks like it,” Hazel chided knowingly.

“Where’d you get it?”

“Oh, I found it. In the living room.”

Warrick wasn’t sure what to say next. Part of him wanted to deny everything, and another part of him urged him to confess it all right there.

Hazel could tell that she had him speechless. She was unsure how far her husband had gone with the young girl, but whatever had happened down there couldn’t have been any less acceptable than what she had done with her own daughter upstairs. She chuckled and slipped into the room and kneeled on the foot of the bed. “I’m just wondering…”

Warrick nodded, “Uh huh?”

Hazel shifted herself on her knees up the mattress until she straddled her husband’s legs. “Who wore it better? Me or her?”

Warrick swallowed hard again, though he called the answer from the bottom of his heart when he replied. “You, baby.” He wasn’t lying. While Elsie was a novel infatuation, and his own feelings for his daughter had him thoroughly confused, he had loved Hazel from the day they started dating, and he appreciated her maturity and well-developed sexual appetite.

“Good,” Hazel smiled genuinely, “I didn’t want to start thinking I was losing my touch.” She pulled herself up so that she straddled Warrick’s hard cock hidden beneath the sheet, then rocked her hips, sliding her crotch along his length.

Warrick groaned, “Never. You’ll never lose your touch.”

Hazel made herself limp, falling backwards so that her head was near the foot of the bed. “I want you to eat me, then fuck me, then cum inside me.”

Warrick didn’t hesitate. He crawled out from under the sheets and worked his way up his wife’s thighs, kissing her legs tenderly along the way. He pushed her shirt up over her hips and revealed a pair of too-tight, black lace panties. Hazel moaned in anticipation, but Warrick paused and stared, dazed. He was face-to-face with the black lace panties that belonged to Brie. The very underwear she was sporting the day she had her first super-orgasm. Here they were now, stretched tightly against the fuller hips and rounder ass of his beloved wife.

“These— these are Brie’s, aren’t they?” Warrick stammered.

“No,” Hazel countered, “they’re mine now. Brie isn’t allowed to wear panties anymore.”

A strong scent emanated from them, and he wondered how much was coming from his wife, and how much was from the floods of cum produced by his daughter. His imagination wandered from the pussy presently behind the fabric to the pussy that used to wear it. Both of them had now touched the same underwear. Fingering the dip of Hazel’s sex seemed almost like fingering Brie, as well.

Warrick became very turned on and was ready to get into action. He went to tug the underwear down, but Hazel brushed his hands away. “No, leave them on. Do it like this.”

He smiled slyly and obliged, instead pulling at the crotch of the underwear, to slide it to one side in order to access his wife’s savory tunnel. It barely budged as the too-tight garment clung to every curve of Hazel’s body. He could hear the stitches of the seams ripping as he tried. But Warrick was voracious and could wait no longer. He raked his nails against the lacy fabric and rent a hole in the middle. Hazel gasped at his boldness and in the back of her mind, she wondered if he had taken Elsie with a similar hunger. But the thought was quickly usurped by Warrick’s tongue beginning to lap at her exposed gash. A guttural moan escaped her lips.

Meanwhile, Elsie was in Brie’s room, catching up on her friends’ postings and playing silly games on her phone. After a short while, a chill ran through her body, raising up goosebumps across her skin. She shivered. Now that the window was closed, the central air was cooling down the room and her naked body was reacting to it. She slid off the bed and grabbed the top sheet that Brie had kicked off onto the floor. As she flung it back onto the bed, something fell out of it. She picked it up and examined it. To her confusion, it was a pair of blue-striped, side-tie swimsuit bottoms. She recognized them as Hazel’s. She stared and wondered what they were doing tangled in the sheets. Hazel had to have taken them off sometime last night. Her head bubbled over with questions.

That’s when she thought she heard a noise. A light whine maybe? The girl’s heart skipped a beat. She moved to the bedroom door and pressed her ear against it, listening out into the hall. Another noise came. Definitely a moan. It was from Hazel. Elsie’s first thought was that the woman was masturbating. She held her breath and cracked the door open, not wanting to make a sound. Her breath was quivering as she exhaled. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be listening in, but the thrill of voyeurism had taken over. From the doorway, she could hear that the parents’ bedroom door was ajar, though she could not see in. Elsie thought back to the previous day when she had caught Hazel getting dressed with the door open, and later when she spotted Warrick naked while he was changing for the pool. She wondered if they ever closed the door to their bedroom. She determined that she would have to ask Brie.

As Hazel continued to noisily moan, Elsie’s imagination ran wild. She felt a growing desire to take a peek through the doorway, but feared that walking over a creaky floorboard or creating some other sound would draw attention to her, so she hung on the door to Brie’s room, merely listening.

That changed when suddenly, Hazel’s unintelligible calling calcified into words, “Yeah, baby, work my pussy for me!” Elsie’s mouth went agape as she realized that Warrick was in there, too. Brie’s parents were having sex! Her curiosity ran amok and she determined that she had to get a closer look. She wrapped herself in the sheet as if it were a cloak and inched her way out of the bedroom. At the distant end of the hallway, she could hear the white noise of the shower as Brie washed herself up. Between that and the growing racket Warrick and Hazel were making, Elsie figured she should have plenty of leeway for making sound. Despite the cover, however, she felt like every padded footstep, every rustle of sheet, and every shaking breath was echoing through the hallway like an alarm bell.

Inch by inch, Elsie made her way to the edge of the parents’ doorway and finally peered with one eye around the edge of the jamb. What she saw surprised her once again. Hazel laid with her head at the foot of the bed, near the doorway, and her knees splayed in the air in opposite directions. Warrick crouched over her, with his mouth affixed between her legs. Elsie was not expecting to see his face buried where his cock would go. Of course, she had knowledge of oral sex. It seemed to be all the boys at school could think about. But she had yet to experience it herself. As she looked on, she felt a twinge of jealousy for Hazel’s predicament. Last night, Warrick had penetrated the girl for the first time in her young life, yet already she longed to experience the novel pleasure of the man’s tongue along her most private area.

Hazel thrust her head back toward Elsie and moaned aloud, and Elsie nearly dove back behind the wall. The woman, with her neck craned back, had merely to open her eyes to notice the small voyeur spying on them. Instead of ducking away, however, Elsie froze and continued to stare, thankful that the Hazel’s eyes remained squinted tightly shut.

“Fuck, Warrick,” the woman called out, “I love what you’re doing to my clit, but, baby, I need you to fuck me right now. Finish me off before your daughter gets out of the shower.”

Warrick crawled up her body and Elsie could see his manhood hanging down between his legs. A glistening string of precum dangled from its tip. He smirked at his wife, “We don’t want her to catch you wearing her panties.”

Elsie took in a sharp breath, covering her mouth with her hand and nearly crying out at the obscene declaration.

Hazel just giggled and got on all fours. She looked over her shoulder at her husband and said, “Take me like this. Take me from behind.” From this vantage, Elsie could also see that Hazel was wearing the “Bye hater” shirt that she, herself, had been wearing. It was the same shirt that Warrick had stripped off of her before taking her virginity. It was a torrid notion that Hazel would be dressing up in her daughter’s clothes while they fucked. Why is this so hot?, the girl wondered.

Warrick lined himself up at his wife’s entrance, swelling with masculinity, and then drove his hips into her cunt. The two of them moaned together as his shaft worked its way into her slick channel.

Elsie was transfixed by the sight, watching the two lovers rut in their daughter’s clothes with only the slightest regard for privacy. Both parents faced in her direction and she thought about how easily she could be caught, but she found she was unable to tear herself away from the spectacle. To the girl’s fortune, Hazel kept her eyes closed as her husband drilled into her.

Meanwhile, Warrick stared intently at Hazel’s panty-covered ass and watched his cock plunge through the tear he had made in the fabric of Brie’s underwear. He grasped the hem of the back of Hazel’s shirt and pulled at it like one would a horse’s reigns. The cloth strained against her chest and stiff nipples. He pulled his wife backwards to meet his forward thrusts. His hips connected with hers with a loud smack each time. In this way, he continued fucking his wife with great energy. Occasionally, he would formulate his rhythmic grunting into dirty talk. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby. I love your sassy little tee-shirt. I love to fuck you through your adorable little panties.” Warrick couldn’t see it, but Hazel grinned and blushed.

Elsie, on the other hand, could. She was hypnotized by the display in front of her, and she felt a burning desire springing from beneath her tummy. Part of her wanted to be the one under Warrick’s vigorous assault, and part of her wanted to be there with Hazel, to share in her pleasure. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she ran calculations on whether that would make her bisexual, but she was soon distracted by a tiny sound coming from the direction of the bathroom. She almost couldn’t pinpoint it over the racket in the bedroom, but it was nevertheless distinct.

It was Brie. She, like her parents, was rapidly and audibly approaching climax, and her slight, high-pitched cries were cutting through the white noise of the shower.

Elsie’s mind reeled and her chest felt tight. She was surrounded by her friend and neighbors, all of them noisily on the verge of orgasm.

As Brie got louder and louder, Elsie could make out her friend’s words. “I need it. I need cummies for mommy. I need cummies for daddy. Ooh fuck. I love mommy’s cum. I need daddy’s cum, too. Cum! Cum! I need cum! Oh! Fuck! Fuck!” Her words devolved again into ever-more ardent whines.

But soon, Brie’s tiny, far-off voice was overpowered by Hazel’s in the bedroom. Between gasps, she demanded, “Tell me more about my panties. Do you like the way they smell?”

“I love the way they smell,” Warrick responded. “They smell so good, and so dirty. I love smelling your pussy all over them. I love thinking about your drenched panties, dripping with your cum.”

Hazel moaned out a long moan and gasped, “I’m about to soak them, just for you.” She quickened her pace, humping backwards on Warrick’s cock as fast as she could.

Warrick’s balls came to a boil and a slow growl built up in his throat. Suddenly he yanked the back of his wife’s tee-shirt, pulling her body back toward his, spearing her fully onto his cock. His bulbous head pressed against the entrance to her womb. He cried out, “Oh fuck, Brie! I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming inside you, Brie baby.”

Elsie’s heart leapt up into her throat when she heard Warrick call out the name of his daughter instead of his wife. Hazel, too, froze for a moment. Her eyes snapped open and once again threatened to catch Elsie spying on their tryst. But the woman’s thousand-yard gaze did not see the girl. Instead, as Warrick pumped streams of his cum deep inside of her, her eyes slowly rolled back into her head and a delirium spread across her face.

Hazel’s jaw dropped open and she cried out in ecstasy as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Suddenly she was cumming, too. Her hips rolled and her back arched. Her whole body shuddered and convulsed. “Cummies, give me cummies, daddy,” she cried. She fought in vain to regain control of herself, but for a stretch she was helpless, thrashing in the cottony pillows of carnal bliss. At last she gave up and crashed onto the bed, and there she continued writhing and twitching, ass up in the air as Warrick kneeled over her, squeezing out his remaining drops of cum into her frothing pocket.

Meanwhile, Elsie noticed that Brie had quieted down, apparently also having finished her shower masturbation. Now that all three of the Novas were spent, she knew she couldn’t keep watching at the doorway much longer, or she would surely be caught, so she quickly, but quietly retreated to Brie’s room.

Warrick thought he heard footsteps, so he called out into the hallway, “Hello? Elsie?” There was no reply. In the distance, he heard the shower turn off. He climbed out of the bed and chuckled, “That was a close one!” He slipped on a pair of pajama pants while Hazel just laid on the bed, panting and sweating.

In Brie’s room, Elsie paced back and forth, antsy but unsure what to do. After what she had witnessed, she felt an intense desire to climb back into bed and frig herself off right then and there, but she knew she wouldn’t have time before Brie returned from drying off. She also wanted to be close to Warrick again, like she had been the night before, but that wasn’t going to happen with Hazel in the room. She wished she had had the courage or, better yet, an invitation from Warrick to join in on the sexual exploits she had just witnessed, but that ship had already sailed. Or perhaps if she had joined Brie in the shower—she could have used an excuse like saving water—but again it was a missed opportunity. She cursed herself for being so distracted by the erotic atmosphere that she couldn’t think straight.

At last she began to calm down and took a deep breath and shook her sexual energy out through her ears. Given that now was not the time, she resigned herself to getting off later in the day. At the least, she figured, her sister Mallory would hopefully be game for some mutual masturbation that night.

Having that settled, she decided to get the day started by making her presence known in her own distinct way. Still wrapped up in the makeshift sheet-cloak, Elsie called out a familiar baseball jingle: “Da-da-da DA da-DAA… Charge!” Then she stormed down the hallway and through the open door of Warrick’s and Hazel’s room. They both flinched as the young girl launched herself into the bed, giggling.

Warrick groaned, “Elsie, haven’t you heard of privacy?”

She wriggled between the two parents in her tangle of sheets, like a worm, until she could lay her head on Warrick’s chest. “But your door was open. I figured you were awake.”

“I guess you have a point, there.” Warrick shot a sheepish glance at his wife, who had sat up on one arm, and was pulling the front of her shirt down over her torn panties with the other.

Hazel chuckled. She spun her legs off the bed, stood up, and again tugged the hem of her shirt down low to hide the cooling evidence of their tryst. “I’m going to go take care of something,” she said, and left the room.

Warrick sat on the bed and gazed at his youthful lover. She stared back and snickered, rocking her body sideways, back and forth next to him like a rolling pin. The room was quiet with unacknowledged sexual tension for some time. At last he commented, “You’re certainly awake this morning.”

“Yep!”

“How did you sleep last night?”

“Goood,” she purred out, “I don’t even remember getting into bed.”

“I bet! I had to carry you upstairs. You’re heavy as a rock!”

Elsie’s jaw dropped in mock horror. “Ah! I’m not heavy!” she retorted.

“How do you know? Have you tried lifting you?” Warrick teased.

“I’m not heavy!” she repeated with more fervor. To put a finer point on it, she heaved herself on top of him. “See?”

Warrick gasped in exaggerated agony, “Can’t breathe! Gonna die!”

Elsie giggled at his plight, “You’re so mean to me. I’ll show you heavy!” She snaked her hands out from the sheet she was wrapped in and started pushing down on his shoulders with all her might, grunting loudly with every heave she gave.

“Oh no, I’m being murdered!” Warrick joked. Still, it did not escape him that Elsie was bouncing her weight up and down upon his hips, and that her exposed shoulders underneath her twist of cover hinted that she was naked underneath. He was thankful he had just emptied his balls or he might have been of a mind to convince her to sneak off for another go.

Elsie was bouncing herself on Warrick’s lap, attempting with all her might to get him to tap out when Brie’s voice suddenly called from the doorway, “What are you doing?” She had finished drying off and was on her way back to her room, wrapped in a fluffy yellow towel.

Elsie wrenched herself around and giggled, “I’m murdering your dad! He called me fat! Come on, pile on!”

“I didn’t call her fat!” Warrick retorted with mock disgust. “I merely called her heavy.”

Again Elsie’s eyes went wide in offense.

It was a look that required no more convincing for Brie, and she sprinted onto the bed with a shriek of her own. With Elsie’s help, she pulled her dad so that he was lying splayed out on the bed. They both climbed on top of him, pouncing on his chest and limbs, tickling him and wringing his neck. Warrick groaned and thrashed under their combined assault.

“Get his legs!” Elsie cried out. “I’ll get his hands.” She straddled Warrick’s stomach and attempted to gain control of his wrists. Her wrap of sheet loosened slightly in the struggle, but she wasn’t about to lose the fight in order to fix it.

Meanwhile, Brie dove for his legs and grasped around them with both arms. She felt like she was riding a bucking bronco as her dad kicked his legs into the air, with her doing her best to stay on top. She grabbed the waistband of his pajama pants and held it like it was the reigns.

Warrick was enjoying himself as the two young girls made a jungle gym of his body. He gazed as Elsie twisted and gyrated on his chest, laughing girlishly and trying to contain his hands as he wove them throughout the air. Eventually he moved them in such a way that Elsie was forced to move hers close together and, with a quick, circular maneuver, he snatched both of her tiny wrists in one of his large hands. “Ha!” he grinned widely. She gasped knowing she had been beaten.

Turning from prey into predator, Warrick leaned up and pulled her hands up over her head and high into the air, leaving her vulnerable to attack. He spotted a darkened opening in her makeshift cloak and snaked his hand into the sheet, finding her tummy. Elsie shrieked and giggled as his fingers prodded at her soft, ticklish sides. She struggled to get away, but was unable to pry her wrists from from his strong grip. She could feel the sheet loosening further around her chest.

Brie remained on her dad’s legs. With his attention focused on Elsie, he had ceased trying to buck her off, though occasionally one of his legs would jerk up ineffectually and threatening to kick off her towel. Sometimes he would unknowingly knock her crotch with his shin, which Brie found startling and peculiarly pleasant.

Brie had just finished masturbating that morning, and while she achieved orgasm and cleared her head, she found her efforts to be somehow unsatisfying. Perhaps it was the event that transpired with her mom the night before, an intense and uninhibited romp filled with new experiences and sensations. But she also felt like maybe it was something more. She wondered if it was because she ran out of medicine last night. She was concerned that she wasn’t going to be able to get through the day without having taken enough of it, much less how she was also going to get through the next day when she returned to school.

She thought about what her mom had said the night before, that the medicine was just cum. And she thought about how her mom’s own juices had driven her wild and gave her such serene satisfaction after she had orgasmed. She wondered then, as she laid on her dad’s legs, with her head rested near his package, if his cum would make an effective antidote to her ravenous sexual hunger as well. She licked her lips and swallowed, as if she could almost taste it, as if she could somehow smell the medicine emanating off of him. As he continued to tickle Elsie, Brie nuzzled her face in closer to the slight bulge in his pajama pants and took in his scent. She realized that it wasn’t her imagination; she could, in fact, smell something! She examined the lump of his crotch and discovered spots of moisture dotting the fabric of his pants. She leaned over them and detected a distinct whiff of the musky medicine coming from them and it was mingling with the now-familiar, tangy bouquet of her mother’s sex.

Elsie’s piercing shrieks calmed steadily into bashful giggles as Warrick relaxed his fierce tickling into a lighter, more playful kind. Still, he held her hands captive. He moved his free hand within the perimeter of the girl’s loosened sheet wrap. He subtly pulled apart the edges in order to reveal her body once again without making it obvious to Brie what he was doing with her friend. Occasionally, he kicked his legs to keep his daughter distracted, but she laid calmly on his legs and seemed to not be paying that much attention to the game, anyway,

Likewise, Elsie continued to wriggle, but she no longer struggled to escape his torturous tickles. Instead, she aimed to help her paramour help himself to whatever he thought he could get away with. She was aroused and jealous of Hazel and wanted to remind Warrick what he had conquered that torrid night before. She gyrated this way and that, working her fit, dancer’s body around, flashing half of a nipple here, or an inner thigh there. She felt naughty, trapped in Warrick’s grip, like an animal on display. Her horniness from the morning burned with a vengeance and she wished she could get another fuck session in with him before Hazel returned. A growing part of her didn’t even care if Brie was in the room. After all, she figured Brie, with her medical condition—her super-orgasmic power—would probably do the same if she were with another man and Elsie were the spectator. Elsie didn’t think Brie would even hesitate if given the opportunity. At least, that’s what the cum-dumb half of Elsie’s brain was telling her. Nevertheless, the rational side of her brain remained in command, and she decided fucking her best friend’s dad while her best friend watched was not a prudent thing to do.

Warrick felt a surge of cum dribble out of his dick. He was unsure if it was the remainder from his denouement with his wife, or if it was precum priming him for his next willing quarry. Either way, he was getting very hard again.

Brie stared with fascination as the lump in her dad’s pants grew before her eyes. A moist streak darkened its way up toward his waistband. It was cum, she knew. It was medicine that was going to waste.

Warrick’s acknowledgement of his daughter’s presence faded as he felt Elsie’s swiveling hips transform into a subtle back and forth humping. He looked her in the eyes and she bit her lip, giving him a sneaky smile. She shimmied her shoulders and the front piece of her wrap came fully undone. It fell away—not so much that it would look noticably open from Brie’s point of view, but plenty well for Warrick to steal another unrestricted glimpse of her youthful, heaving chest.

Down below, only a corner of fabric still obscured the girl’s gash. He grabbed her inner thighs, and could see their curvature leading up toward the puff of one of her reddened labium where it peeked out. When Elsie humped her hips backward, the fabric fell away, revealing totally her lustrous, blushing mound painting a glistening streak of girl cum up and down his stomach.

Warrick could see her entire body on display. Bound at the wrists by his large hands, she looked like a captured prisoner, strung up to be punished. She was helpless in his grasp, panting with nerves, but she loved it.

Overcome by the sight, Warrick was consumed by his lust. He forgot completely about his daughter’s presence and went for Elsie’s vulva, moving his thumb into her slit, pushing between her folds and targeting her clit. When he found the stiff nub, he pressed on it. Elsie released a startled moan, surprised by his boldness and was unable to maintain her charade of innocence for Brie’s sake. Her cunny was hot and gooey inside and Warrick reveled in the feeling, especially as she dangled helplessly in his grasp, flexing her lithe tummy and returning pressure on his thumb with her clit. He watched her face contort in agony and her eyes pleaded with him to bring her to orgasm. He daydreamed about dropping her onto his cock and bouncing her to ecstasy on his lap in front of his eyes.

As he was about to tear away Elsie’s remaining cover, and take her then and there, he felt the waistband of his pants flip down and something warm and wet enveloped his cock head. For a moment, he thought that with Elsie’s back and forth maneuvering, he might have accidentally popped out of his pajamas and into her pussy. But then he felt a hint of teeth scrape along his shaft and thoughts of his daughter came screaming back to his mind.

In a whirlwind, his eyes snapped open. He peered around Elsie’s body and saw Brie sucking dutifully on the head of his dick. He knew this was wrong, that it had to stop right away. Without thinking, he wrenched Elsie off his body and she tumbled loudly onto the floor in a flurry of sheet. His body stiffened upwards and he accidentally jabbed his erection into the back of his daughter’s throat. She choked and reeled backwards, snapping the elastic of his pants back around his waist. Her towel came undone and fell away as she hit the bed.

He glanced back and forth between Elsie and Brie. Elsie whirled out from under the sheet, a wounded expression on her face. Her bottom lip quivered and her eyes welled up. She sobbed and tears came streaming down. “Why did you do that?” she wailed.

He concluded that she didn’t know what had happened and stuttered, “I— I’m sorry! Brie. She startled me.”

Then Brie, too, began to cry. Warrick sighed in frustration.

The two girls sat bawling when Hazel appeared in the doorway. “What on earth is going on here?” she inquired.

Warrick wasn’t sure there was anything he could say that would sound good.

Hazel turned to Elsie, who was clutching the loose sheet in front of her. “Elsie, honey, what happened to you?”

Elsie sniffled and stammered, “We were playing around and Warrick made me hit my head.”

Warrick hesitated, but was glad that Elsie didn’t blow his cover. “I guess I don’t know my own strength,” he finally said sheepishly.

“Oh, poor girl.” Hazel approached the girl. “Where did you hit your head?”

Elsie pointed. “Here.”

“Let me take a look,” Hazel leaned over her and rummaged through her hair. “Hmm, everything looks pretty good here. No cuts, no bruises, maybe a small bump.” She looked the girl in the eyes. “Would you like me to kiss it and make it better?”

Elsie nodded silently. Hazel put her hands firmly on the girl’s bare shoulders, bent down, and pecked her on the spot. Her tee-shirt rode up in the back and Warrick could see she was no longer wearing Brie’s torn panties. The round globes of her ass peeked out from underneath.

“There, is that better, honey?”

Elsie gave a bashful smile and said, “Yes, I guess so.”

“Good, now go get dressed.” Hazel herded her toward the door.

As Elsie spirited herself from the room, sheet in hand, she felt a little sheepish having her bare backside exposed from behind.

Next Hazel turned to Brie, “Now, why are you crying, honey?”

With hot cheeks, Brie responded, “I just wanted some medicine.”

Hazel glanced at Warrick. He could only return a bewildered shrug. She turned back to her daughter and smiled warmly, leaning in close. “Well, honey, you’re in luck. She produced the medicine bottle in her hands. “I found some more medicine for you and I refilled your bottle a bit.”

Brie wiped the tears away from her eyes, “Really?”

“Really. Just be careful. The bottle was hard to fill, so the outside is slick again. You might want to clean that off, but don’t drink it all right away! It needs to last until at least tonight.”

Brie wasn’t sure what her mom meant by “tonight,” but she was happy to have something to tide her urges over in the meantime. She licked up the fluid that had spilled over the side until she was sure she had it all.

“How’s it taste?” Hazel asked.

“Like the medicine, mostly,” she replied. However, she noted to herself that there was a subtle flavor not unlike her mother’s mixed in with it. It made her wonder where her mom had gotten this latest batch.

“Good. Now, are you all better?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, go find your friend. And for chrissakes, get dressed!”

Brie slung her towel over her shoulder with one hand and carried the medicine bottle with almost spiritual earnestness to her room where Elsie was already getting dressed. “How’s your head?” she asked her friend.

Elsie had tossed on some lightweight, high-waisted shorts and was rifling through Brie’s closet for another shirt to wear. “It’s fine. Kinda throbby, but I’m getting over it.” Then she snickered and turned to Brie, “What happened back there?”

Brie didn’t want to admit that she had tried to suck off her father, so she shrugged and smirked. “I guess I goosed him in the wrong spot.”

“No!” Elsie said, wide-eyed, “Where?”

“I don’t know!” Brie blushed, “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was… tickling.”

Elsie guffawed and yanked a sunny yellow crop top out of the closet. Its orange spaghetti straps tied at the shoulders. “I think this will do quite nicely in this heat.” She tossed it over her head and smoothed it down, then twirled to show Brie.

Brie frowned. “Ugh, you always make my clothes look better on you than they do on me.”

“It’s all in the confidence,” Elsie replied, striking a pose.

“Where can I buy some?” Brie asked sardonically.

“With what money?” Elsie teased. “As I recall, I had to buy your dress yesterday.” She puckered her lips in the mirror. “Anyway, mom says with enough confidence, you could wear anything. Even that thing.” She gestured to the fluffy towel on Brie’s shoulder.

“No way!” Brie laughed.

“Seriously. Wrap it around you and just… rock it.” Elsie said with a coy wink.

“Nobody wears towels out in public unless they’re at a beach.”

“You’ve heard of the emperor’s new clothes, right?”

“Is that one of your comic book references?”

“No,” Elsie replied, “It’s a classic fairy tale.”

Brie shrugged, “Remind me?”

“Okay, so the town tailor designs the emperor’s clothes each day. One day, he’s too tired to come up with a new outfit. He tells the emperor he’s making him the finest garments in all the land, but it’s a lie. Instead of actually designing something, he does nothing. He goes off and smokes pot or whatever. The next day, when the emperor comes to try them on, the tailor has nothing, so he fakes it. He convinces the emperor that he’s wearing new clothes—the finest in all the land—even though there’s actually nothing there.

“But the emperor is so caught up by the tailor’s hype that he thinks they’re perfect, even when he can see with his own eyes that he’s not wearing anything. But he still goes out into the town dressed up in the tailor’s clothes. Completely naked.”

Brie smirked and nodded. “I think I remember this. His subjects throw a fit, right?”

“No! All the people act very impressed. But the emperor says—with one hundred percent confidence—he’s wearing the tailor’s finest garments, and everybody thinks it’s just great. That’s confidence, to show your junk to the world and not even give a fuck.”

“Is that the moral?” Brie said.

“No, it’s about, uh, distrusting leaders.” Elsie waved her arms, “Nevermind. Just pay attention to the confidence part.”

“I’m not going outside naked or even in just a towel, Els.” Brie rolled her eyes. “I did enough of that yesterday.”

Elsie grinned, “Fine.”

“So, what should I actually wear today?”

Elsie thought for a moment, then snapped her fingers. “I know, since I’m taking one of yours, wear the shirt that I packed.” She dug into her duffel bag and pulled out a gray-striped, linen, button-up shirt and handed it to Brie. “You could pair it with that black twill miniskirt you have and, hmm… your strappy sandals.”

Brie found the skirt and put it on, then grabbed the shirt from her friend. As she was about to do the buttons, Elsie interrupted her. “Wait, don’t button it up. Like this.” Elsie grabbed the the shirt ends and tied them together in a knot, cinching it tightly around Brie’s waist and showing a hint of midriff. Brie liked the personalized attention from her friend. Elsie stepped back to observe. The top gaped open saucily, but the halves of the shirt quickly came together, showing no more than two buttons worth of skin. “There we go,” Elsie encouraged, “Perfect for the summer weather.”

Brie shivered at the compliment and took in a deep breath. “You’re a pro, Els.”

“Gotta make sure you keep me around. Grab your sandals and let’s get breakfast. I wanna get to the mall as soon as we can.”

Brie also grabbed her purse and tucked her medicine bottle in it. The girls tromped down the stairs.

When they entered the kitchen, Hazel cried out, “I can barely believe it, honey, the girls are dressed. Both of them. At the same time.”

Warrick made a cursory glance, but avoided eye contact with both of them. He grunted in acknowledgement, then returned bashfully to reading updates on his phone.

Hazel dumped a pot of scrambled eggs onto two plates, tucked in a slice of buttered toast, and delivered them to the waiting girls. “You both look so fashionable today.” The girls beamed. “Oh, that reminds me. You might be interested in this. There’s a fashion show going on at the mall today.”

“We know,” said Brie, “We’re going there now.”

“I kind of thought you might. Guess what? Ivy’s going to be there, too,” Hazel said, referring to her friend. “You should say hi to her if you see her.”

“Okay,” Brie replied.

“Ooh, I love Ivy!” Elsie interjected. “She’s so cool.”

“You think literally everybody is cool, Els,” Brie said.

Elsie scowled.

“Well, she said she’d try not to cramp your style if she saw you,” Hazel added.

“Are you kidding?” Warrick interrupted. “That woman is an accessory. She could even improve Chris Hemsworth’s arm.”

Hazel rolled her eyes and patted her husband’s shoulder. “Down, boy.” She turned to the girls. “Are you going to pick anything up at the show?”

“I might pick up a boy or two,” Elsie joked.

Brie snorted knowingly. “I would,” she answered sarcastically, “if someone would give me some money.”

Warrick looked up from his device. “Oh, can I expect to see a freshly washed car glistening in the sun when I leave the house today?”

Brie grumbled and tore off a bite of bread. “Please, daddyyy,” she whined.

“Sorry, that’s the rules.”

She shot a glance at her friend that said, “See? Never works.” Elsie smiled and shrugged.

Hazel grabbed Warrick’s wallet off the counter and opened it up. She pulled out several bills. “I don’t know, honey. I think we’ve all broken the rules once or twice this weekend, and we’re none the worse for wear. I think our daughter deserves to have something nice once in a while.”

Brie brightened up, but dared not say anything for fear of changing her mother’s mind.

Warrick turned to look at his wife, whose wide eyes seemed to bore into him. He sighed. “Okay.”

Brie let out a squeal, barely containing her elation and ripped the money from her mother’s hand.

Warrick protested, “Hey, how much are you giving her?”

“Don’t worry, she’ll work it off in chores later.” With that, she handed Elsie a bill as well.

“Thanks Hazel!” Elsie hollered.

“Is she going to do chores, too?” Warrick asked in exasperation.

“I think she’s done enough for you this weekend, don’t you?”

Warrick blushed and retreated to his phone, grumbling lightly, knowing better than to try to argue his case.

“Alright kids, finish up. We’re headed out to a party. Do you want a ride to the mall?”

“Yeah!” Elsie cried with her mouth full of eggs.

After breakfast the four of them piled into the car. The mall was not far away, but the girls were both happy to stay out of the hot weather as much as possible. Still, the car had sat in the morning sun and the heat felt oppressive inside the cabin.

Brie groaned and immediately felt sweat beading up on her arms. She tugged at the loose halves of her button-up shirt and flapped them to fan herself. She felt her nipples twitch as the fabric fluttered across them. It felt good, but she was also a bit embarrassed. It hadn’t been that long since she had masturbated and already she could feel her horniness creeping back. She thought about how she had taken her dad’s cock head into her mouth, eager to suck out the medicine coming from within. She only had it in her mouth for a moment, but she managed to taste a dash of his cum—she also recognized the strong taste of her mother’s flavor mixed within it. She thought that that might have something to do with the erotic feelings growing once again inside of her. She decided she would have more medicine once they got to the mall.

Warrick turned on the air conditioning and cold air immediately began to fill the car. He checked again on the girls via the rear view mirror. Elsie was sat back, babbling to Hazel about a trendy, post-apocalyptic YA novel everybody in school was reading. He noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra, because he could make out the stiff bumps of her nipples through the yellow fabric of her tank top as the car’s environment cooled down.

He glanced over at Brie who was slouched down in her seat, staring out the window and fanning the cold, processed air over herself. She was oblivious to his gaze, and as she idly flapped the loose ends of her shirt, she occasionally flashed a peek of her chest. In that moment, she exuded a childlike innocence that contrasted with her lascivious actions in his bedroom. He wondered what had gotten into her and made up his mind to talk with Hazel about it.

They quickly arrived at the mall and the car had barely stopped moving when both girls spilled out into the steaming parking lot and took off on foot for the entrance.

“Alright, girls,” Hazel called after them, “Have fun and stay out of trouble.”

“We will,” Brie called behind herself.

Warrick followed her with his gaze until she and Elsie disappeared into the complex, then took a deep breath and turned to his wife and said “Hazel, she put my cock in her mouth.”

“Who did what?” asked Hazel with surprise.

Warrick shifted the car back into gear and he drove toward the birthday party they had scheduled. “I was playing around with the girls in the bedroom, letting them jump on me and tickle me, and while I was focused on Elsie, Brie pulled down my pants and sucked on the head of my cock. I don’t think she knew entirely what she was doing. I don’t really understand it, but maybe that’s why she told you she wanted medicine.”

“Hmm,” Hazel murmured, then paused. The silence lasted only a moment, but to Warrick it felt like an eternity. “Did Elsie see?” she inquired.

“No, I don’t think so.” Warrick paused. “I think she was… preoccupied. I was so surprised when I felt it that I flung the poor little thing right off the bed. That’s why she started crying.”

“Hmm,” Hazel said again.

“It’s not my fault… or, at least, I don’t think it was my fault. I don’t know how that got into Brie’s head.”

“How do you feel about it now?” his wife inquired.

“Honestly, I’m just confused. This weekend has changed everything. I know you said that our child needs to find out what she needs, what her own limitations are. And I know that you said we should help her out whenever she needs it, but… I’m beginning to wonder if she has any limitations at all.”

“Maybe she doesn’t.” Hazel said, an understanding in her voice, “But she has to respect your limitations, too. If she takes things too far, you should make sure she knows that. It sounds like you’re more than capable of putting your foot down.”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, Little Warrick was certainly ready to go!” Warrick joked, an awkward tone in his voice. “But… she’s our daughter.”

“I don’t doubt your virility, honey.” Hazel said, rolling her eyes. “I just have a certain sense that this is ultimately going to be up to you.”

“I don’t get it. Are you saying that Brie wants to have sex with me?”

“Let’s not get into this right before this party. I don’t want ‘Little Warrick’ trying to get out. We’ll talk more about this later.”

Warrick just stared down the road in silence.

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Next: The girls start their modeling gig at the mall fashion show and they’re extremely professional the entire time.

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