Chapter 10: Movie Night Under the Blanket

The living room lights were dimmed to that soft amber glow Mom loved for “family time,” the big sectional couch piled with pillows and one oversized fleece throw that smelled faintly of popcorn from a hundred nights before. Mom had kicked off her heels after book club, already nursing a glass of merlot, legs tucked under her on the far end. Dad sat in the middle like always, salt-and-pepper hair still damp from his post-work shower, gray sweatpants loose and dangerous. I slid in between them wearing an old oversized T-shirt of his and tiny cotton sleep shorts—nothing underneath, the freeuse rule humming under my skin like a live wire.

The movie started—some mindless action flick with explosions that masked any stray sounds. I pulled the blanket over all three of us, the heavy fabric settling like a secret curtain. Mom laughed at the opening credits, completely relaxed. Dad’s hand found my thigh under the blanket immediately, warm and possessive, thumb stroking slow circles that made my pulse drop straight between my legs.

I kept my eyes on the screen, pretending to watch, but every nerve was tuned to him. His fingers crept higher, slipping under the loose hem of my shorts with practiced ease. No panties. Just slick, swollen folds already dripping from the nudist day earlier and the loads I’d kept inside like he’d ordered. Two thick fingertips parted me, gliding through the mess of yesterday’s creampies and my own fresh arousal, circling my clit in tight, perfect strokes that made my thighs tremble.

Mom chuckled at a joke on screen, oblivious. “This one’s actually pretty good,” she murmured, sipping her wine.

I bit the inside of my cheek to stay silent as Dad’s fingers dipped lower, sliding one deep inside me, then two, curling against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. The wet, quiet sounds of him fingering his own daughter’s cum-filled pussy were lost under the movie’s soundtrack. My hips rocked the tiniest bit, grinding against his palm. He added a third finger, stretching me, pumping slow and deep while his thumb kept relentless pressure on my clit.