Elle 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 Nat, Elle 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.
Nat's piercing shrieks calmed steadily into bashful giggles as Adrian 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 Elle 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, Nat 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 Emily and wanted to remind Adrian 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 Adrian'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 Emily returned. A growing part of her didn't even care if Elle was in the room. After all, she figured Elle, with her medical condition—her super-orgasmic power—would probably do the same if she were with another man and Nat were the spectator. Nat didn't think Elle would even hesitate if given the opportunity. At least, that's what the cum-dumb half of Nat'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.
Adrian 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.
Elle 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.
Adrian's acknowledgement of his daughter's presence faded as he felt Nat'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 noticeably open from Elle's point of view, but plenty well for Adrian 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 Nat 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.
Adrian 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, Adrian was consumed by his lust. He forgot completely about his daughter's presence and went for Nat'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. Nat released a startled moan, surprised by his boldness and was unable to maintain her charade of innocence for Elle's sake. Her cunny was hot and gooey inside and Adrian 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 Nat'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 Nat'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 Nat's body and saw Elle sucking dutifully on the head of his dick. He knew this was wrong, that it had to stop right away. Without thinking, he wrenched Nat 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 Nat and Elle. Nat whirled out from under the sheet, a wounded expression on her face. Her bottom lip quivered, and her eyes welled up. She sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why did you do that?" she wailed.
He concluded that she didn't know what had happened and stuttered, "I—I'm sorry! Elle startled me."
Then Elle, too, began to cry. Adrian sighed in frustration.
The two girls sat bawling when Emily appeared in the doorway. "What on earth is going on here?" she inquired.
Adrian wasn't sure there was anything he could say that would sound good.
Emily turned to Nat, who was clutching the loose sheet in front of her. "Nat, honey, what happened to you?"
Nat sniffled and stammered, "We were playing around and Adrian made me hit my head."
Adrian hesitated but was relieved that Nat didn't reveal the full truth. "I guess I don't know my own strength," he said sheepishly.
"Oh, poor girl." Emily approached Nat gently. "Where did you hit your head?"
Nat pointed. "Here."
"Let me take a look." Emily leaned over and gently parted Nat's hair. "Hmm, everything looks fine—no cuts, no bruises, just a small bump." She looked into the girl's eyes. "Would you like me to kiss it and make it better?"
Nat nodded silently. Emily placed her hands lightly on Nat's shoulders, bent down, and pecked the spot softly. Her T-shirt rode up in the back and Adrian could see she was no longer wearing Elle's torn panties. The round globes of her ass peeked out from underneath.
"There, is that better, honey?"
Nat gave a bashful smile and said, "Yes, I guess so."
"Good. Now go get dressed." Emily herded her toward the door.
As Nat spirited herself from the room, sheet in hand, she felt a little sheepish about having her bare backside exposed from behind.
Next, Emily turned to Elle. "Now, why are you crying, honey?"
With hot cheeks, Elle responded, "I just wanted some medicine."
Emily glanced at Adrian, who 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 refilled your bottle a bit."
Elle 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."
Elle 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?" Emily 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!"
Elle slung her towel over her shoulder with one hand and carried the medicine bottle with almost spiritual earnestness to her room where Nat was already getting dressed. "How's your head?" she asked her friend.
Nat had tossed on some lightweight, high-waisted shorts and was rifling through Elle's closet for another shirt to wear. "It's fine. Kinda throbby, but I'm getting over it." Then she snickered and turned to Elle, "What happened back there?"
Elle 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!" Nat said, wide-eyed, "Where?"
"I don't know!" Elle blushed, "I wasn't paying attention to where I was… tickling."
Nat 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 Elle.
Elle frowned. "Ugh, you always make my clothes look better on you than they do on me."
"It's all in the confidence," Nat replied, striking a pose.
"Where can I buy some?" Elle asked sardonically.
"With what money?" Nat 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 Elle's shoulder.
"No way!" Elle laughed.
"Seriously. Wrap it around you and just… rock it." Nat 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," Nat replied, "It's a classic fairy tale."
Elle 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."
Elle 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?" Elle said.
"No, it's about, uh, distrusting leaders." Nat waved her arms, "Nevermind. Just pay attention to the confidence part."
"I'm not going outside naked or even in just a towel, Nat." Elle rolled her eyes. "I did enough of that yesterday."
Nar grinned, "Fine."
"So, what should I actually wear today?"
Nat 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 Elle. "You could pair it with that black twill miniskirt you have and, hmm… your strappy sandals."