As always, a huge thanks to Kenji for his patience.
Chapter 3
I woke the following day, happy and relaxed. My hands swept over daddy's shirt I was still wearing, then changed into a fresh pair of panties. I blushed because I usually dressed in my clothes for bed, but it felt good to have at least one part of him close to me. I heard my sisters downstairs, so quickly peed, brushed my teeth, and slowly walked downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, and Maggie and Lily were eating quietly now. I hugged them both, embarrassing them with a multitude of kisses. MomC and MumE looked at my attire, and smiled angelically.
"Morning, darling. Did you sleep well...finally?" MomC asked, a little wry smirk across her face. I walked to her, took her in my arms, and gently kissed her lips, keeping them attached for far too long. She looked stunning, as always, in her silk blouse and boy shorts. "I did, mum. Thanks," I whispered, and let my hands trail down to the slight indentation between her back and butt. We looked at each other, smirked, and then giggled, both knowing what was going on, and enjoying it.
I walked to MumE, still at the stove, and wrapped my arms around her waist, and then my hands surreptitiously rose to just under her breasts. I leaned in, just as my daddy would, and kissed her neck, my body slowly moving against hers. "Morning, Mum," I smiled, just as seductively.
"Hmmm, someone's in a good mood, eh?" she smiled, her lips touching mine in the most-loving gesture. "So glad you've dressed for breakfast, darling," she chuckled, somewhat sarcastically.
"I am," I said, bringing daddy's shirt up to my nose and inhaling. MumE turned around, and swatted my almost bare ass.
"Is daddy gone already?" I pouted.
"He is, darling. He had an early morning today, but he did ask us to give you something, though," MomC said.
I smiled. My daddy didn't forget me!
"Wait a bit, and we'll give it to you, okay?" she said. "C'mon. Sit. Eat. You probably have another full day."
I sat with my sisters, both excited about another school day. They were weird! As we always had, we chatted, joked, and pestered each other. God, this house was so filled with love, I thought. They finished their meals, and ran upstairs to prepare for school.
"So," I asked shyly. "What did daddy have for me, hmm?" I asked.
My mums looked at each other, and had me stand by the island.
"Bend over, darling," MomC asked, as she pulled my hair away from my face.
I felt two sharp spanks on my panty-covered bottom.
"Owww!" I shrieked. "What was that for?"
"Your daddy told us to tell you, his will be, uh, firmer. You are certainly misbehaving, young lady, and don't think your father doesn't notice. Now, sit and finish your breakfast," she said, laughing at my visible discomfort.
"Did he...really?" I asked, not sure if I was shocked...or pleased.
"Your gentle teasing is having the desired effect, Chloe. In more ways than you can imagine!" she giggled.
"I assume daddy took my teasing out on you both last night?" I asked brazenly.
MomC walked to where I was sitting, pulled my head back, and kissed me, her small hand drifting into her husband's shirt. Her warm fingers felt glorious on my breasts.
"He did, Little One. Thank you," she laughed.
"Humph! Well, at least you two are having fun!" I feigned being perturbed.
"Take it slow, Chloe. We all want this to be right for you, to be memorable. We also think we need to talk with your father before this goes to where it seems it's heading. We need to talk about how this is all playing out. He's concerned for your mum, and me and bringing you into the mix. We knew he'd have reservations, even though he's a guy, and loves you dearly," MomC giggled.
"Mom, I've already said I wouldn't come between you three, okay? But yeah, I can see why we need to talk this through. God, it would be SO much easier if I went behind your backs!" I laughed, both mums tenderly swatting me.
MomC kissed me as she scurried off to work. I was dressed, and ready for another day at Kew, so I hugged my sisters, and MumE.
"I...I love you, mum," I sighed, uncertain if she understood my words.
"And I...we love you, Chloe. Now, out!" she smiled, and swatted my butt...again!
My day was filled, and busy, so went for a drink afterwards with Maisie, my cohort-in-crime at work. I loved these times alone with her, our bond growing steadily since we met. I could open up to her about anything. Almost. I was nervous to head home, but why, I wasn't sure. I was always so confident at work and home, but now that my desires were known to everyone, I was unsettled. I felt terrible that I couldn't open up to her, though, so I dealt with the angst and stress, on my own. We hugged and kissed, as we left the pub, assuring each other we'd catch up tomorrow.
I drove home faster than I would have thought. I pulled into the drive, daddy's car there already. My heart was beating, and my face was crimson. Get a hold of yourself, girl! I chastised myself.
I took a deep breath, and walked in. I don't know what I was expecting, as everyone was in the kitchen, talking and giggling. I hugged Maggie and Lily, asking about their day, then made the rounds from mom to mum, and finally to my dad.
"Evening, daddy," I shyly said. God, where was my fearlessness?
He wrapped his arms around me as he always had. Was it just me that felt this uneasy?
"Evening, Chloe," he murmured, as he gently kissed my head. "Are you all right? You seem...different."
"I'm...I'm fine, daddy. Just had a hectic day, that's all. I'll be fine, though. I'm home so..." I said, and he hugged me tighter.
"Why not go and change, hmm? Put on one of my shirts? That may help you feel better," he smiled.
I blushed furiously, but headed upstairs, their snickering echoing in my ears. They were playing with me! Hmmm, we'll see about that! I thought, defiantly. I pulled my tightest jeans on and, as daddy said, grabbed one of his worn work shirts from the basket. I resolutely walked downstairs, and sat with my sisters, helping with the last bits of their homework. I smirked at my mums and dad. I left too many buttons undone, the still-crisp, starched, white shirt offsetting my fair skin. My fingers absentmindedly toyed with the collar, then gingerly trailed down the placket, and slowly rolled up the too-long sleeves. I leaned over, the shirt opening, and showing off my stiff, aching nipples, as I helped my sisters with maths and English assignments. I caught my perverted parents looking at me, whispering among themselves quietly.
I stood up slowly, and asked my parents, "Would anyone like some wine? Daddy? Whisky?" I asked, a coquettish look glinting in my eyes.
I walked by him, not waiting for an answer, as my fingers trailed across his chest, and I walked to the wine rack. I swayed my supple hips just a bit more than usual, knowing that three sets of eyes would be on my tight ass. I found the glasses, and poured the wines; my hands were now confident and calm. I felt daddy's presence behind me as I poured the last drink. He silently walked behind me, his hands quietly wrapped around my slim waist.
"Does my Little One need a hand?" he glibly asked. I stealthily rubbed my taut ass across his groin, turned around, smiled, and slipped from his grasp.
"Thanks, daddy. I'll be fine, okay?" I smirked back at him, handing a glass to my mums, smiling as I did so. They both stifled a little laugh, knowing exactly what I was doing. I grabbed a tumbler, and poured daddy a single malt. As I sauntered over to him, as he had re-seated himself between my sisters. I held the tumbler just out of his reach. I leaned over, the shirt opening a touch more; my small, but firm mounds were on display for him.
"Here, daddy. Is this what you want?" I grinned, handing him the drink. My eyes never left his. As I turned around, he took a short sip, my firm butt practically in his face. He spluttered as he took the swig, spilling a tiny bit on his lap. I rushed to the island, grabbed a tea towel, and returned it to him.
"Daddy can't even handle his...single malt anymore, Maggie," I giggled, as I wiped up the imperceptibly small amount. My fingers swept over his hard daddy-cock, the cloth collecting little, if any, spilt whisky. I shivered, as I touched his covered cock. I applied more pressure, as if I was dabbing the spot. Daddy was speechless. I looked at my mums, and then at my father, my face calm and nonplussed.
"Better...daddy?" I asked, a light lilt in my voice, and walked back to the island, my ass swaying even more.
I stood in the kitchen, and snickered to myself. Not bad, Chloe, I thought!
We carried on, catching up on everyone's day, as if it was the most normal of evenings. The timer went off, and dinner was ready. I helped Maggie and Lily set the table, ensuring my daddy was seated. Okay, maybe bending over was a bit passé, but I couldn't help it, all right?
