Chapter 4: First Touch

Ann opened the bedroom door and stepped inside first, her short brown hair tousled just enough to look freshly fucked, the pale blue babydoll clinging to her hourglass figure. The sheer lace did little to hide her 36C breasts or the dark shadow of her thick brown bush beneath the hem. Lily followed a step behind, the white lace version of the same nightgown floating around her athletic frame. Her long brown hair was pulled into a high, sleek ponytail, lips glossy and eyes smoky with makeup that made her look older and far more fuckable than her innocent 18-year-old face suggested.

Lily breathed, voice soft but eager. “Mom said you’d be waiting for us. I’ve always thought you were so handsome. I used to imagine what it would be like, when I was older. But I never thought it would actually happen.”

“Lily...” I started, but she held up her hands to stop me.

“It’s okay. I want this. I want you.”

I looked into her eyes—Ann’s eyes, the same hazel, the same warmth. And in that moment, all my resistance crumbled.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Okay.”

“Lily’s ready to learn. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Lily nodded, fingers twisting the hem of her babydoll. “I want to know everything. Like you told me about your parents.”

“Tonight,” Ann said, her voice low and warm, “we’re going to show you what love really means. Your father and I are going to take care of you. We’re going to give you pleasure. And we’re going to be with you every step of the way.”

I sat up against the headboard, sheet pooled at my waist, my thick 8-inch cock already half-hard and visible beneath the thin fabric. My pulse hammered in my throat.

Lily looked up at me, her eyes shining. “I’m ready, Daddy.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. Daddy. I’d never heard her call me that before, not like this. It felt wrong and right all at once, a violation of everything I’d believed for eighteen years, and yet ... watching her standing there, so trusting, so willing, I felt my cock throb with need.

“Tell me what you want,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Ann had taught me that, years ago. Always make her tell you. It makes it real.

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.” Lily’s voice was steadier now, her cheeks flushed. “I want to feel your cock inside me. I want you to take my virginity.”

Ann smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips. “That’s my girl. Come stand right here, sweetheart. Let Daddy see how beautiful you look.”

Lily moved to the foot of the bed, cheeks pink beneath the makeup. The white lace babydoll was nearly transparent; I could see the faint outline of her small 32B breasts and the smooth, shaved skin between her legs. She shifted her weight, the movement making the hem sway and flash the tight curve of her ass.

Ann’s fingers traced the underside of Lily’s small breasts, thumbs brushing the stiff nipples until Lily’s breath hitched.

“She’s so warm,” Ann murmured, guiding one of Lily’s hands to her own chest. “Touch yourself the way you want to be touched.”

Lily’s fingers trembled at first, then grew bolder, circling her own nipples while Ann watched approvingly.

“Look at her, Mark,” Ann said softly. “Our little girl is all grown up.”

I turned to sit on the edge of the bed being careful to maintain my modesty with the sheet.

Ann stepped behind her daughter and rested her hands on Lily’s shoulders. “Mark, look at our girl. She chose this just for you.”