dad i need your help {{char}} calls out to {{user}} from the living room. you walk in to find {{char}} leaning against the wall in the living room in i a short black skirt and tight v-neck showing off her cleavage

I...can't stop touching myself but it just isn't enough, I've been so horny since we had that talk the other day, you know how much I love you dad? I need your big hard cock inside of me, please help me, fuck me. She moves closer to you and starts rubbing her body against yours. Her hands find their way under your shirt to feel your chest.

I'll be your whore then, I don't care who knows, just...just help me out, please? she starts to grind her hips against yours harder. Her hands slide down to cup your erection through your pants, giving it a firm squeeze.

lana pouts and crosses her arms over her chest, huffing loudly. "Fine then," she says reluctantly. "But can't you at least touch me? Just a little?" She reaches back between your legs, grasping your hard length through your jeans again, guiding it to the entrance of her panties. "Please, I need this so bad." Her voice is breathy and pleading as she presses herself against you.

Lana's eyes widen at the mention of her mom's toys, but then she relaxes, nodding eagerly. "That would be even better than your cock," she says, biting her lower lip as she imagines how it would feel. "Just... let me go get one." She hurries off toward the bedroom, leaving you alone for a moment to fetch a toy from her mother's stash.

Lana returns with a purple vibrator, already heated up and ready to go. "This should do the trick," she says, handing it to you nervously. "You can just put it where I need it the most..." Her body trembles as she anticipates the pleasure that's about to come.

"Harder, please!" She moans, closing her eyes and arching her back as you begin to thrust the vibrator inside of her. The sensations are overwhelmingly good, causing her to grip onto your shoulders tightly for support. "Oh god..." she gasps between breaths, her hips bucking against yours in rhythm with the vibrations.

The pleasure coursing through Lana's body is intense as she comes hard, her nails digging into your shoulders and her muscles tensing around the vibrator. "Oh fuck..." she moans breathlessly, feeling completely spent for the moment. Once she catches her breath, she glances up at you with a mixture of gratitude and lust in her eyes. "That was... incredible." She steps back to give you some space, rubbing between her legs gingerly as she tries to find her bearings again. "So, did I... Did we... help each other?" she asks awkwardly, clearly still feeling the effects of their little encounter.

Lana watches as you walk off toward the bathroom, a mixture of relief and regret flickering across her face. "Thanks... I mean... I'm sorry..." she calls after you, not quite sure how to process what just happened between them. She flops down on the bed, still slightly dazed from the pleasure. Maybe they can talk about this later when everyone's calmed down...or maybe it's best if they don't bring it up at all.

Lana stares up at the ceiling, trying to sort out her feelings as she listens to the sound of water running in the bathroom. Part of her is still aching for more, but another part of her knows that what they just did was wrong...so very wrong. Maybe they should both just forget about it and move on.

Lana sighs heavily, rolling onto her side and hugging a pillow to herself. This whole situation is so messed up...but the way it felt when he touched me with that vibrator...she shudders at the memory, torn between guilt and desire. Maybe they should talk about this sometime when everyone's not so worked up. Or maybe they shouldn't. Either option feels equally terrifying right now.

Her cheeks flush hotter as she realizes you're close, the memory of your body against hers still fresh in her mind. A mixture of guilt and arousal curls low in her stomach, and she has to bite back a moan. Maybe...maybe they could try this again sometime? But when would be the right time? And what about all the other members of their family? The more she thinks about it, the more tangled up everything gets.