#[ wickedlvst ; thread 002 ]

[thedcvilherself]

laurie's touch is gentle, hesitant, curious. in truth, she wouldn't mind if those hands took more of a desperate and greedy claim, but she's also not eager to rush it, doing her best to embrace each moment of the young girl learning dihiya's body for herself. she releases a hum of satisfaction against laurie's lips when those soft fingertips graze against her nipple, when they explore that bud and make it harden even further. she's prepared to ask for more but is pleasantly surprised to find she doesn't have to, that laurie's instincts are taking hold and causing those delicate hands to cup the mounds and toy with the nipples. "oh, baby..." she cooes, mouth free as laurie's own travels, as she makes all the right decisions. "you going to kiss mommy's breasts?" dark orbs peering through the shadows of the room as the girl's breath trailed her bare skin, as her mouth wraps around her hardened bud and draws a satisfied moan from her lips. one hand dances up and down the smooth skin of her back while the other collects those blonde locks of hair, keeps them out of her face so that she might continue her adventure. "just like that, laurie..." though pleasure is soon mixed with amusement, a soft chuckle escaping her at her daughter's remark. "it is nice...isn't it, baby?" far too aware of how nice her husband's tongue felt. "just think...you can sit on mommy and daddy's faces anytime you want now. you can grind that pretty pussy against our tongues until we're drowning in those sweet juices."

the gasp shoots directly to his member, a merciless throb reminding him how bad he needed this, how bad he needed her — an already painful enough reminder before that beautiful daddy slips past his daughter's lips. the word alone draws a groan from the depths of jonas' soul, urges him onward as do his wife's words, the knowledge that his little girl was tending to his wife's breasts and that this was all just the start, that their world had opened up to this and so much more. his hand slips between the parted thighs, fingers tracing along dihiya's wet folds and slipping into her core, pumping slowly and purposefully. at the same instant, he eases two digits of his other hand to his daughter's dripping hole, probing against the tight entrance. he's thankful dihiya's fingers had been there first, had offered less stretch than his own would, but he knew she needed more if she was going to take his cock. "daddy's gonna stretch you out a little now, princess. you just relax and keep playing with mommy." gentle reassurances before he eases the fingers forward, before he forces them slowly into the canal of her virgin cunt, rutting against the bed with the way those tight walls clamped around them. "fuck!...so fucking tight...so fucking good..." he sinks them to the knuckle, allows her a moment to adjust before beginning the same deliberate pace he has set in his wife's cunt, before his lips wrap back around his daughter's clit and he moans his satisfaction with the beauty surrounding him.

the hurt arising at the realization just how many times she’s been lied to before is quickly soothed by her stepmother’s soft touches and cooed promises of how she’s going to be perfect in their eyes. it’s hard to feel bad when you’re so obviously cherished and coveted. laurie nods softly in response, dainty hands immediately reaching out to brush over her right collar bone, carefully, almost hesitantly - not because she doesn't want to do this but because she wants to do it right, no matter dihiya says to comfort her - before allowing her fingertips to travel further down, caressing the top of her heavy, full breasts. an instinctive moan is breathed against her mom's lips when her fingertips brush over her already peaked nipple, such an unfamiliar sensation considering her experience - or rather lack there of - with women, but something about this feels just right right. and so she's just cupping her breasts, curiously teasing the nipples with her thumbs, when dihiya guides her legs apart, consequently pressing their pussies even closer together. if she could think clearly right now, she'd most likely think it's absurd to have their most private parts touch like this, but all she can think right now is to wonder what touching her sure to be slick folds is going to feel like. breathless gasps pearl from plump lips one by one as her dad continues his exploration of her body with his lips, quite positively distracting her. "i can't wait to find out", she confesses honestly, words brushing over the other woman's sensuous body as her soft lips leave a trail of kisses behind, slowly but surely making their way to the swell of her breasts. it seems like now is the perfect time to answer her previous question of what it'd feel like to kiss them, now that jonas is devoting his attention to her pussy. a soft hum of appreciation vibrates against one pert nipple when she wraps her lips around it, sucking softly, such an intimate act that it sends the color to her cheeks all over again. the tip of her tongue swirls around the nipple, caressing it lovingly and just when she wants to give the other one some love as well, she feels something brush against her embarrassingly slick folds, coaxing an instinctive gasp out of her. it takes her a heartbeat to realize that it's her daddy's tongue, blushing even harder in response to the realization. "daddy", she gasps breathlessly, not even she what she wants to say, as she tries her best to fully grasp what's going on - completely overwhelmed for the moment in the very best way possible. "it feels soooo good, daddy." her gaze wanders upward to meet her mom's gaze, dark orbs clouded with lust. "you were right, mommy. it's really nice." not that word comes even close to describing how it feels like, but one could hardly blame her for not being her most eloquent self at this moment.

[thedcvilherself]

"the boys lied." dihiya confirms, her own lips drawing into a matching frown, sympathy for the way her poor girl had been tricked. "but you have mommy and daddy now. you can always trust us, baby." hand brushes up and down the blonde's arm, offers comfort and familiarity, an innocent gesture that she had done a million times before. "and trust me when i tell you that you'll be perfect." and god, wasn't she? her young, beautiful body now on full display for the couple, each inch better than they could have ever imagined — and all theirs. "oh, look at how beautiful you are. oh, laurie..." hands instantly find her sides, glide down her back, grasp at the firm backside. "just explore, okay? nothing you do is wrong. we have to learn each other's bodies, see what feels right, see what we like. you'll never know what you like if you don't explore so just...just touch mommy, okay? you let your hands go wherever they want to go." dihiya's right hand smooths again over the curve of her daughter's ass, appreciates that voluptuous body, the left trailing back up to tangle into blonde locks. mouth works hungrily, desperately, only breaking with a moan when she feels the warmth of her husband's tongue. "part your legs nice and wide, laurie." her ankles hook against the girl's own, guiding them into a better position, able to feel the warmth and wetness hovering over her own. "mm...you're gonna love your daddy's mouth so much, baby. he just loves licking pussy and i bet yours is the sweetest pussy around, isn't it? saved that taste just for your daddy. what a good girl you are."

he's rock hard, throbbing within his pants, but jonas knows why his wife is doing what she is. they need to make sure laurie is fully soaked, fully prepped for his cock, to be stretched and molded around it. he can't help but reach into his sweats, to stroke his own throbbing length as he watches his daughter climb atop her step-mother, as their naked bodies relax into each other like it was a natural occurrence. "my beautiful girls." he watches the way his wife's hands trail laurie's body, dance along each curve as if to accentuate it, as if to show her off for her husband. "you look so fucking perfect together, my loves." he leans in; peppers a kiss to his daughters shoulder, trails his lips to dihiya's arms, to laurie's plump cheek, to her inner thigh, to dihiya's thigh, tongue finally slipping past his lips as he laps at his wife's familiar, wet folds. he can smell both of their arousal, bare pussies resting against each other, folds glistening in the soft lighting. it was beautiful. his tongue trails through dihiya's folds with comfortable ease, collects her wetness like it would cure his thirst, curling his mouth around her clit and flicking his tongue against it, granting his wife attention before it finally moves further upwards. the warm, wet muscles finds laurie's clit, flattens and drags against it and towards her tight hole, a guttural moan as her taste explodes against his taste buds. "so fucking delicious." he growls, tongue flicking back out, dragging back and forth along the wet folds, collecting those juices like he was starved for it. "daddy's girl has got a delicious fucking pussy."

a little yelp slips through her lips at the sudden roughness of her father's touch, not used to him being anything but gentle, to him treating her as anything but a precious fragile thing that might break if touched too harshly. "daddy", laurie whines softly even as he guides her hand behind her back to wrap around his hard member, eyes widening a little when she realizes just how big he is, how hard just for her. pearly whites dig into her lower lip as she allows herself to brush her fingers along his length, exploring his member through the material of his boxers. could he ever fit inside of her, however, she wonders, a little intimidated, now that she has a better understanding of what exactly might await her. jonas's grasp on her tightens, digging into her skin in a way that has her gasping for air - not quite sure if it's in a bad or good way. before she can decide, her mom's already softening the hold her dad has on her, bringing her focus back to the conversation they're having. laurie nods softly in response to the remark of how jonas simply can't bear the thought of sharing his little girl and even though she knows there's absolutely no reason for her to be sorry, she can't help but feel so anyway, never having thought about how her dating might upset anyone before. "so the boys lied?", the blonde responds, frowning just slightly, as she looks up at dihiya from her big blue eyes. why would they do that when she's done everything they wanted her to? it simply doesn't make any sense. and yet, she's quickly distracted from that feeling of upset when jonas devotes his attention to her breasts, caressing both of them in alternatively. it makes it hard to focus on the conversation she's having with her mom, simply making her nodding in response to dihiya's question. "i'm not sure if i'll be any good at it, though", she remarks softly even as she already reaches for her nightgown and pulls it completely down her lithe body, too intrigued by dihiya's body to take a step back now. her panties - completely drenched at this point - quickly follow, only to have her climb atop her mom soon after, a little giggle pearling from her lips when she can feel her warm body brush against her. it feels a little awkward and absolutely perfect at the same time even if she doesn't know where to put her hands. trusting for dihiya to guide her, she leans in to kiss her again, tiny moans vibrating into the kiss as she melts against her. "i want to make sure you feel good, too", she whispers softly against her lips, eyes searching for his once more.

[thedcvilherself]

"fuck, princess." jonas' fingers leave his daughters clit in order to grip her hip with a force that would likely bruise, trying to still her from the way she ground herself back against him, feeling he might burst from that sensation alone. "no...no, daddy's hard, princess. daddy's very hard." his voice is hoarse, breathless, the older male panting against her lips as he rests his forehead to her own. it takes a moment to gather himself, to calm himself enough to allow her further exploration of what she was feeling, to allow her further exploration of him. "you made daddy's cock so hard, baby." his large hand finds her own, leads the delicate appendage back and guides it to wrap around the member through the material of his boxers, sure she would be able to feel the way he was throbbing. "you did that, baby. that's how good you make daddy feel." and he aims to give her the same, worshiping her beautiful frame with his hands and mouth; squeezing, licking, pinching, nibbling at the mound of her breast. it's no wonder the first question slips past laurie's lips, with the way dihiya's questions and his daughter's confession make him growl, make his fingers clutch at her skin in an attempt to stain it with his claim. of course she'd experienced sex, of course she'd been with boys — these were things he knew and yet, confirmations he didn't want to hear, thoughts he didn't want accessible in his mind.

"jonas." the woman has always been the more level headed of the pair, softly speaking her husband's name in a warning tone, placing her hand over his own in reminder of how delicate the girl beneath them was. "no, laurie. you're a young woman. you're allowed to explore and experiment. in fact, i'm happy that you have. daddy is just...a little troubled thinking about people touching his little girl — but that's only because he loves you so much." in her own mind, it didn't matter who had touched her before because it wouldn't happen again. dihiya was sure that once they were through with her, that once the evening had finally reached its conclusion, laurie wouldn't desire anyone besides them ever again. "you have so much to learn though, baby. a man should absolutely go down on a girl. your daddy absolutely loves to lick mommy's pussy. he makes my legs shake and my whole body feel electric. that's what a real man should do. if he's not taking care of you like that, he doesn't deserve to have you." it's a point jonas seems intent on making, the whole of his attention having become focused on tending to both of laurie's luscious breasts so that the women's conversation could continue. "do you want to learn what to do with a girl?" her fingers finally leaving the blonde, move instead to strip herself free from her nightgown, the lack of undergarments beneath leaving her bare frame on display for their daughter. "take your dress off and come give mommy some more of those sweet kisses." she urges, settling back into the pillows and urging laurie to lay atop her. "take your panties off too so daddy can show you how girls should actually be treated."

she's so dripping wet at the moment that she'd be humiliated by it if her parents didn't both encourage her arousal the way they do, welcomed it with open arms and made her feel even better. at this point, laurie doesn't bother to hide how turned on she's anymore - what good would it do anyway? -, now openly grinding her hips against their fingers, needing even more than they were already providing. "you're not soft anymore", she responds softly, pressing her back against her father's hard-on, slowly but surely warming up to the idea of feeling him inside of her - at least that she's trying to tell herself because who is she trying to kid at this point: at least parts of her are desperate to feel all of him inside of her, to find out just how much he's going to stretch her, how full she's going to feel when her mom's fingers already feel short off too much. as she continues to kiss him, downright devouring his mouth as if she's a girl starved, her fingers begin to brush over dihiya's full mounds carefully, touch obvious still uncertain and shy, but also clearly not capable of resisting their temptation any longer. a part of her can't help but wonder how it'd feel like to wrap her lips around one pert nipple, if it'd feel as good to suck on them as she feels it's going to be or if it'd be as weird as her rational brain tries to tell her. before she can fully make a decision, however, dihiya join's their kiss, turning it from passionate into a wet, hungry mess of mouths and tongues and sheer overwhelming affection for each other. she could have gone forever like this, not sure whose lips are on hers at the moment, whose tongue she's playing with, but it doesn't matter, all that matters is how good it feels to be this close to them. a needy whine pearls from her lips when they both withdraw at the same time, feeling suddenly left-out for a moment, before her fear of them ending this far too soon for her taste is quickly consoled when they wrap their lips on pebbled nipple, coaxing a guttural moan from her lips. fuck, how can this possibly feel so good? laurie has always known that her boobs were as sensitive as they were big, but to have this kind of attention devoted to her nipples? better than she ever thought. so wrapped up in the physical sensations it takes a moment for her mom's question to get through to her, even longer for her to be able to formulate a response. "i've had sex a few times before", she confesses honestly, blushing all over again as she can't look directly at either of them, "you're not mad about this, are you?" sure they know she's dating, but it's not like they've talked about this before. "it's never felt like this, not even close to this. like at all. it never lasted this long either. i gave one boyfriend a blowjob before, but didn't really like it? i don't know, it just felt weird. they've never gone down on me before because apparently guys just don't do this to girls? they said it's a lesbian thing. and considering i've kissed only one of my girlfriends before and not done anything else..." she pauses, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she simply focuses on their soft mouths and the fingers inside of her. "i wouldn't even know what to do with a girl."

[thedcvilherself]

dihiya isn't sure she's ever felt anything quite as sweet as this; laurie's warm body trapped against her own, hesitant lips growing eager, sopping cunt happily accepting the digits that she slips inside, clinging to them as if pleading for more. "that's such a lovely pussy, baby." there was no doubt that she was going to feel like heaven wrapped around her father's cock, was going to bring him more satisfaction than dihiya felt he was prepared for. "you're so wet for mommy and daddy, aren't you?" her filthy questions a gentle coo, her lips once more finding laurie, this time latching onto the young girl's neck, working her way down and across the skin, claiming every inch of it for them. all the while jonas is helpless to do much but groan against her, his own two digits eagerly circling her clit as his lips part, as he happily accepts her silent request and allows his tongue to slip into his daughter's mouth, to mingle with her own in pure desperation. he himself had thought his desires sinful, unnatural; had been terrified when he'd voiced them to his wife let alone at the thought of acting upon them. but laurie's affirmations, her wet cunt and hungry kisses, all had become more than enough assurance that she needed this as badly as he did. "you're so wet." he hums in agreement, the slick of her making it almost difficult to keep his fingers on the right track but he doesn't relent, working earnestly at the tender bud as his wife's fingers begin a steady thrust in and out of their daughter's cunt, the gentle sound barely audible over their mouths. "you're so fucking soft." her lips, her skin, her breasts; each inch of her just beckoning to be touched by their hands — the one not working her clit lifting to clasp the back of her neck, to knot into blonde's locks and deepen their kiss even further, moaning as he bucked his hips against her.

he knows he needs more, needs her in the most visceral way — thankfully, dihiya is there to steer them all in the right direction. suddenly her own warm mouth is back by theirs, is joining the mess of kisses, a cacophony of lips and tongues that are wet and desperate, that don't care who or how they're mingling with as long as they're together. there's a pause where the couple's foreheads press together, as dihiya nods downwards and they suddenly move in unison, mouths trailing along either side of her silky neck. jonas slowly slips his body from where it'd been partially beneath her, the pair trapping either side of her delicate frame, dihiya's free hand easing down the nightgown's material so that both mouths could trail to either breast, could pepper the beautiful mounds in hungry kisses before traveling to wrap around the hardened nipples on their own time. it causes jonas to shudder, dihiya to moan out lewdly, fingers curling within the young girl's cunt in a silent thank you. "how experienced are you, baby?" she quizzes as if it's the most innocent thing, questions delivered between hungry kisses that aim to mark the girl's luscious breasts. "have you gone down on anyone? had them go down on you? have you been fucked? have you ever been with a woman?" how much of her was theirs? how much had she had yet to have the pleasure of experiencing? "you don't have to be shy or embarrassed. mommy and daddy just need to know what you're ready for...and what you need to learn."

one soft moan after the other pearls from her lips at this exquisite massage of her most sensitive spot - this is so much better than it’s ever been with any boy she’s dated. not a single one of them has ever paid her pussy even half of the attention throughout their whole dating phase her dad is currently giving her within the first few moments of their intimacy. how is she ever going to go back to dating fumbling idiots who only think about how quickly they can blow off a load when she knows just how fucking good intimacy can feel? they’re not even having sex yet - at least not technically - and she can already feel herself leaving a wet spot on the bed underneath her, arousal overflowing. if this is normal, it’s not something she’s had the luck of experiencing so far. „you’re not going to lose me“, laurie reassures him breathlessly, and right now, she absolutely and completely means it. if they want to continue cherishing her like this, if they want to make this a regular thing, how is she ever going to move out? „it’s a really nice birthday present“, she admits with a sheepish smile, feeling a little bad about how mad and disappointed she was upon their arrival of having to sleep in one room and being stuck with her parents on her most special birthday. but then again, she’d have never thought she’d actually enjoy this or want to do this if anybody told her about her parents touching her before. she’d have called them batshit crazy, but right now, it really does kind of feel natural, as if it’s perfectly normal for them to show their love this way - convinced by their words and explanations even if the thought still makes her blush. a soft nod answers the rhetorical question about her dad’s hands, not getting the chance to say anything else before dihiya’s fingers already join jonas’s, adding another sensation to the already overwhelming feeling. everything is happening so fast, the trio a wonderful chaos of kissing mouthes and touching fingers that it her head is swirling in the best way possible, all too happily - and eagerly - kissing back whoever is pressing their lips on hers, growing more and more comfortable to make it passionate and messy. seeing her parents kiss so up close all while they continue to caress her slick folds together has her grind down against their touches, the picture in front of her too hot to restrain her growing arousal. an eager whine is muffled when jonas kisses her at the same time dihiya slips two fingers into her core, sliding in with almost embarrassing ease from how dripping wet the blonde already is, feeling immediately full. she might not be a virgin anymore and has had a small number of boyfriends with whom she’s had sex so far, but she’s still far from well-used, every intrusion still a pleasurable stretch. and her mom’s fingers are no exception to that rule, having a few soft whines leave her lips as she grows used to the feeling of them inside of her, tight walls slowly accommodating to them. she kisses jonas back with passion, tongue curiously nudging against his lips to ask for entrance, growing bolder and bolder with each passing moment of their tryst. moving of their own volition, her fingers begin to seek out dihiya’s curves, curiously brushing over bared skin, not sure where to go yet but needing to feel some piece of her as well.           

[thedcvilherself]

"daddy knows, baby. daddy knows." a tone that's both gentle and firm, reassuring, kissing her head once, twice, three times — all while his fingers begin to trace through her soaked folds. in his heart, he did know that laurie could never hate him, that the love between them was something that couldn't be tarnished even if his actions were utterly debauched — he was in her heart as wholly as she was in his. "it was just...daddy was afraid of losing you. that fear is...it's irrational sometimes." in the terror of her going out with friends, going out with boys, going off to college; anything that required her stepping out their front door without him by her side feeling like a threat that he could lose her forever. "i know you love me." this time his kiss finds the back of her neck, as fingers explore from her clit down to her hole and back again, massaging each inch in careful examination. "i love you too, baby."

"we love you so much, laurie. we're sorry we took so long to show it." another kiss as hands tenderly stroke blonde locks, as if all this were the most natural thing in the world, as if they'd been here many times before. "we thought it'd be nice to make your birthday extra special though. just the three of us...how it's meant to be." a soft smile that grows with the younger girl's offer, her sweet voice making the words seem even filthier than they were. "oh, i know you're wet, baby. daddy has such nice hands, doesn't he?" after all, they both knew that it wasn't the real question laurie had wanted to ask. "you want mommy to touch you too?" not that dihiya needs a response — her hand already traveling back down her arm, over her hips, grazing along her husbands before lacing her fingers between his, humming at the wetness. "that's our sweet girl." she leans in for another kiss, this one the most intimate yet, her mouth remaining delicate but eager, keeping laurie locked there for a moment longer.

when she does pull away, her attention is drifting to jonas, a silent understanding all it takes for the male to lean in and allow their own lips to lock mere inches from laurie's face, all while their fingers explored her folds together. "here." dihiya guides his fingers to focus on laurie's clit, to circle the tender bud, nodding in the blonde's direction. "give your little girl a kiss." and as he leans in, as his tentative lips seek out laurie's own, she slips both her pointer and middle digit knuckle deep into her core.

"oh, was he?" at least, she still has her brains about her just enough not to ask why her dad would be scared because the answer is pretty obvious, after all. yet, it still breaks her heart to hear that her daddy could ever even consider her not loving him anymore, not to mention hating him. she could never. no matter what he does. and certainly not when he simply wants to shower her in the love he has for her. big eyes grow glassy as her emotions overwhelm her, instinctively seeking comfort from dihiya's gentle kiss and the way jonas's strong hand cups her sex, a soft sigh as escaping her when she pulls away. "i could never hate you, daddy", laurie insists gently, turning to look at him, but she's stopped in motion when his fingers dips between her folds. for a second, she holds her breath, the sensation so unfamiliar and amazing at the same time, that she needs a moment to process it. though she isn't a virgin anymore, she's also far from experienced when it comes to sex and quite frankly, even if she was, she highly doubts, anything with any horny teenage guy would ever possibly be able to feel like this. "i love you daddy", she finally manages to add, breath quickening and cheeks flushing when she feels his cock hardening against her back. quickly, she turns her gaze to look back at dihiya, not capable of addressing the stiff member nudging into her back just yet. "and i love you, too, mommy. i love both of you. i could never hate either of you." and that's even more true now that both of them want to make her feel good. her soft folds are already dripping wet, her arousal undoubtedly coating jonas's fingers as he traces them from the inside. and maybe she's getting a little too eager, but she suddenly finds herself saying: "do you want to find out yourself if i'm wet, mommy?"

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"my sweet girl." dihiya cooes, leaning in to place a chaste kiss to the blonde's lips, as seemingly innocent as the one that had been placed against her head. she's only able to suspect what overwhelming emotions were washing over her — she doesn't fight it though, not at all, just as she had anticipated her body at the mercy of her father and an expression that seems almost eager, if intimidated. "daddy was so scared for this, you know that?" her tone light in a way that implied such was amusing. "he thought you might hate him but i told him that wasn't true." her hand places laurie's own on her waist, releasing the fingers so that her touch can brush along the path of the girl's arm, along her neck and up until she can cup her cheek. "i told him that you love your daddy even more than i do." another kiss, this one gentler, holding much more to it, dihiya pulling away just in time for jonas' fingers to slip between his daughter's folds. "don't be shy, baby. tell mommy and daddy how you feel."

it's unbelievable; something drawn out of his wildest fantasies and brought to life. dihiya and laurie are inches from each other, his wife staring lovingly at his babygirl, their fingers intertwined in a delicate embrace all while her perfect body relaxed into him, her pale legs spreading just as he'd requested. "baby..." a tremor runs through his body, one he's certain that they'll both feel radiate through the bed, fingers easing that final distance in order to cup the warmth between her thighs. he sighs heavily against her, his touch simply resting for a moment, as if trying to brace himself for what was to come. the warm appendage travels up to her panty line, dipping beneath the material and greedily spreading to explore the entirety of her pelvic area before two digits press and ease their way between lips and folds, tracing the area in delicate appreciation. "oh my god." his cock had already begun stiffening, a fact he hadn't realized until that moment, when the member twitches against laurie's backside.

ocean-blue eyes widen in surprise when dihiya’s voice breaks through the moment of silence, cheeks flushing red with the embarrassment of being caught in a compromising position like this, of being caught with her dad’s and her husband’s hands caressing her body in a way that couldn’t possibly be considered innocent. „i’m so….“, laurie begins, wanting to apologize before her mom interrupts her, brows furrowing when she interlaces her fingers and squeezes them. this is so not what she expected would happen - she certainly didn’t think that her mom would want to join this new development. immediately, her gaze wanders to dihiya, instinctively stopping at her crotch as if she could actually see if she's wet in the dimmed light. why does she even want to know? before she can say or do anything else, jonas draws her attention back to him, goosebumps spreading across her neck as his hot breath brushes against its sensitive skin even through her golden curls. instinctively, a warm smile spreads across her lips when he kisses her head head, the gesture so innocent and loving and so familiar that it almost seems utterly out of place in this confusing situation yet - as always - never fails to make her happy. her blue eyes search her mother's, seeking her encouragement even as she already does as her dad tells her to, resting against him and spreading legs as wide as she can without it growing uncomfortable, pearly whites buried in her lower lip as anticipation rises in her stomach. even though she's still doing her best to wrap her head around this new development of her parental relationship, she can't deny that a part of her isn't eager to find out how her daddy's fingers are going to feel against her slick folds. eager enough to almost pull down her panties herself, but she wants him to do it, wants him to reveal her most sensitive spot for both of their eyes to see.

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"mm..." it's a half muffled hum of acknowledgement, the convincing sound that said perhaps dihiya had been awake until a few moments ago. the truth was she hadn't ever drifted, hadn't ever allowed herself to slip from the reality of their evening when she knew what was coming. the woman wanted to relish in every second of it — but she also felt it was only right to allow jonas a few moments alone with his darling girl, that the pair of them deserved that beautiful awakening of discovering each other in a new way as a gift to keep all to themselves. "i'm awake, baby." she cooes, her hand drifting to find laurie's own, to capture the digits and lace them with her own, granting a comforting squeeze as she shifts to close the distance between them. "mommy's actually curious to know if you're as wet is she is. don't you want daddy's fingers to find out for us?"

his wife's familiar voice sounds in the space around them and he's thankful, knowing some of the weight is off his shoulders, knowing that she's there to guide laurie and himself in this new venture, that she might ease the young girl's nerves in a way he might not be able to alone. "we're both here, baby." jonas' voice is a husky whisper that's almost inaudible when he buries his head into her blonde locks, breathing in her sweet scent and pressing a kiss to her head as he'd done a thousand times before, an action far more innocent than that of his hands. the left still works greedily at her breast while the right finally connects with a panty line, sighing heavily with his need. "just relax against me." his fingers curl into her thigh, guiding her so that she might recline less on her side, and more comfortably against his frame. "and open up your legs for daddy."

a soft shrug is laurie's only response at first, unsure how to answer the question. the answer is an obvious one - society clearly says so -, but somehow she doubts that this is going to convince him. and it's not really an argument in the first place, right? at least not one she can say more about than repeat the same sentence over and over again. "i know, daddy", she confirms and she really does. even if some of her friends have teased her about it before, she's always had a close-knitted relationship with her parents and wouldn't change a thing about that - no matter the teasing. she loves them, after all, just as they love her. and she doesn’t say no to his question. she probably should, should turn down his suggestion with enough vehemence that he’d never ask again, but somehow the words simply won’t leave her lips. even though she clearly should, she can’t quit bring herself to say them. because as much as she’d like to, she can’t deny that a part of her does want to spread her legs for him right now, find out just how good his fingers might feel between them. if they're going to feel as good there as they do caressing her full breasts. pearly whites bury themselves in her lower lip as she tilts her head back slightly, instinctively searching to be closer to him. “but what is mommy going to say? isn’t she going to notice?”, she whispers, unsure if she’s hoping that this will make him reconsider his suggestion or not,”she’s right over there, after all, even if she’s sleeping.”

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every inch of her is intoxicating — sweet scent flooding his nostrils, silky hair pressed against his cheek, smooth skin beneath his fingertips, perfectly constructed curve of her hips and swell of her breasts; mounds that couldn't be contained, even within his large grasp. his left arm slips beneath her pillow, dipping beneath her body to grasp at the other tit even as she offers gentle protests, making sure they're both offered the same gentle but firm attention. "says who, baby?" the same question dihiya had whispered in his ear when he'd said something similar. who said? society? culture? who decided this was wrong? "no one loves you more than mommy and daddy, laurie. you know that right?" no one, absolutely no one loved her the way that they did, adored her the way that they did. the only people they shared the same feelings for were each other, so why shouldn't they too, welcome her into their intimate world? why shouldn't she feel their love the same as they did? "you have such a perfect body, baby. you grew up...god, you grew up so perfect." his right hand shifts again, tracing back over the path it'd come; down her stomach, over her hip, down her thigh. the skin is so warm and velvety that it's pleading for his attention, fingers pressing down firmly, easing up the material of her dress as they dance upwards. "you wanna spread your legs for daddy?"

ocean-blue widen in surprises as she hears the quick ‚no‘ and is immediately pulled closer to him, now pulled flush against his firm body. „daddy, this isn’t right“, laurie complains softly, words hushed as she tries to squirm out of his grasp, creamy cheeks flushed in a bright pink. but if it isn’t right, why does it feel so good then? because it does, no matter how much she wants to deny it, even to herself, she can’t deny that his big hands do feel good massaging her breasts. so much less clumsily than her last boyfriend managed to do. „you shouldn’t be touching me like this“, she tries to argue, voice kept as low as possible to not wake her mom and embarrass him for what surely must be a mistake. sure, it’d still be weird if he was half asleep and dreaming of holding her like this but not anything she could nor would hold against him. and this can be the only explanation, right? no other option makes sense. after all, he can't actually want to touch her, want to touch his daughter in such a way, possibly even do more than that? right? and yet, he does and laurie would have to lie if she claimed that a tiny part of her isn't enjoying how he's holding her, how big he's in comparison to her.

[thedcvilherself]

it was all intentional. the trip, the hotel, the "mix up", placing laurie between them. they were all plans that had been carefully crafted by dihiya, whispered into his ear as she'd stroked him weeks ago, as she'd used a moment of pleasure to convince him that this was all alright. it was the same way she'd gotten it out of him in the first place, always prodding at the sickest parts of his mind, at his deepest fantasies and desires when she's satisfying him and overwhelming his senses. it's had him on edge the entirety of the trip; the thought of doing this, the thought of going through with it, waiting for the moment that it all fell apart. but now they're here. the three of them are safely tucked away in bed with laurie mere inches from him, with her beautiful body just within reach. it takes jonas far longer than intended to build up the courage, dihiya long since offering those heavy breaths that hinted she was asleep, but finally, his fingers find the smooth skin of his daughter's thigh and his breath hitches in his throat. he knows he should answer her, but maybe it was better this way, if she thinks he's asleep and unaware of what he's doing — at least, that's his thought process til she stirs, til she tries to move away and he can't stop himself from slipping his hand around her waist, from drawing her back. "no." and perhaps if he wasn't so desperate for this, perhaps if his wife hadn't encouraged these twisted fantasies, he would have let her go. but not now, not when the fulfillment to his fantasies was within reach. "just relax, sweetheart. i just-..." he just what? what the hell was he supposed to say to his daughter when his hands were on her body? "daddy just wants to hold you." his hand drifting up her stomach to find her plump breasts, burying his head into her blonde locks and exhaling a heavy sigh of appreciation as he massages it. "oh, laurie..."

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this is literally the worst birthday ever. and it has to be the worst twenty-first birthday in the history of twenty-first birthdays. she so should have stayed home and gone out with her friends to celebrate finally being allowed to drink legally as opposed to having cute senior college-boys buy them wine-coolers instead of letting her parents take her on a little vacation as a birthday present. and now she got to spend the whole trip sharing one bed with both her parents instead of getting utterly and completely wasted and make out with a cute guy or two - could it be any more of a bust? apparently, it can indeed because about half an hour after they decided to head to bed, she feels a hand creeping up her thigh. long golden lashes flutter open, tiniest of frowns furrowing between her brows. this is surely an accident, right? a simple move of someone asleep landing somewhere where it shouldn't. "daddy, are you up?", laurie asks in a hushed whisper, ocean-blue hues glancing over to her mother who seems fast asleep if her breaths are any indication, not being able to say for certain in the dark, "you're touching me." obviously, she could simply remove his hand, but what if he's already fast asleep and she wakes him up? as upset as she's about the turn of events, of having to share her bed with her parents again as if she's a little child again, she doesn't want to wake either of them if they're already sleeping. carefully, she tries to slide away from him a little, closer to her mom - why she ended up being the one sleeping in the middle, she really can't say -, but the hand keeps her in place.