Go check on Penny.

You carefully walk down the hallway and peer into the den at the end. The little light is on and you see her legs draped over the side of the couch, but she’s hidden behind its back from this angle.

“You okay in here, peaches?” you ask with a whisper, in case she is not so okay, but you get no reply. You move inside, and as you push the door to a close, you find the little door to the toilet open. You peer inside, as no one really uses this one except when inside this room, and with a quick glance see that she never needed it from being sick. You leave it open in case it would be needed and walk over to check on Penny.

When you get close enough you realise that she’s draped over the edge flat on her stomach. Her top lies on the floor, and that’s not what makes your heart race a little. The sweet thing has her bottoms around the one ankle still on the floor and the other leg propped over the armrest of the couch. You feel a jump somewhere below as you stare at her exposed backside and the pink lips on display. You sigh a deep breath, steadying yourself before stepping up to her.

“You fine there, peaches?” you ask as you sweep a lock away from her forehead.
“you can’t sleep like that. What is someone sees you….like your dad.” There is still no answer, but talking to her helps you remember who she is. You sigh once more as you get down on your knees and starts lifting her leg back up in the couch. She moves like a puppet and does not seem to notice anything that happens to her. You try to find her a better position to lie in, and try to turn her on her side so she’ll sleep better. You feel yourself swallowing as you tuck her legs together and start to swivel them over, and with some trepidation you turn her front side outward as well. Her breast jut out at you, and you glance over them with a pang of jealousy of whoever got to be her man, and who got touch those wonders. They rise with her quiet breath, and the small pink nipples poke out from her pink area as the flesh perfectly rounds her great bosom.

You rise with a sigh, pull a blanket off the floor close by, and walk over to start getting the panties back on her other leg so you can put them back on. You try to not glance at the trimmed patch at the destination of those panties, and soon have to as her toes manage to entangle themselves the strings. As you start to get them unwrapped, there are footsteps coming down the hall. For some reason you find yourself with a pang of guilt at what you’re doing, or at least at what it might look like you’re doing, and you find a breath of panic sweep through your mind. You find the blanket again and drape it over her, and in three giant and silent steps you find yourself inside the toilet, closing the door to a glimpse.

The door to the den opens and you don’t dare to close your door now, as it would be heard. When it closes back you see that it’s Karianne that enters and she walks over to Penny with a peculiar smile on her face, of adoration. She sits down couch beside Penny and peers down at her face.

“You still look beautiful, you know,” she speaks in low voice.
“You both are such beautiful people. I almost did it with your dad tonight.” You feel your heartbeat rise as you listen to something that felt intimate and personal. She just sits there and looks at you daughter with a light on her face.

“I watched as he did it with the other girls, and I wanted him so.” She moves her hand over to stroke Penny on her head or something. “And I got to touch and taste him.” She leans in and say in a whisper, “He’s as huge as we had hoped.” She giggles after this and her eyes move along her the body before her. “You know, he even got close to doing me tonight.” Her eyes lingered at the legs and she moved her hand a little. Penny’s left leg still hang over the side of the armrest and it twitched a little, and I could see a lick on Karianne’s lips. “But I promised you I wouldn’t do that.” She peered back at her face and you can hear a soft murmur from Penny. “I promised you I would not make love to another,” she smiled at her, and you feel a rush as you realise that these two are lovers. They were sweet together as they would often be the once huddling together when at girls-nights or how they would be the ones holding hands. It had always looked like a sweet little intimate friendship, and you now see that it had grown even stronger. Your mind reels and a slight disappointment stings at the secrecy from them.

“I promised that I would not fuck your father,” you perk your ears as she continues to speak,
“Unless you were there to watch us.” Your reality gets a hard grip at these words. They planned to get you to take Karianne, while Penny watched? Your mind can’t fathom this, but your manhood springs to instant attention at the thought, and while you try to mentally shush your penis you hear Penny take a deep breath. She holds it for a long moment before exhaling in a murmuring and satisfied tone. Karianne smiles down at her lover and leans down to kiss her lips, and Penny moans a soft “Mmm.”

With that, Karianne rises back up and looks down at Penny.
“I gotta get back to the other, and I’ll tell you all tomorrow again. But I just wanted you to hear it tonight. Sweet dreams, love.” She saunters out of the room and you hear the tipper-tap of her feet down the hall again. You hold your breath for a long moment, before both your breath and yourself burst out, and you stand again in the den looking down at the girl on the couch. No longer just your daughter, but a lover of one of the girls out there who she wanted to see you stick your dick in, she shines at you in another light. You feel less guilty as you note her blanket is back on the floor and she’s on her back. Her breasts are heavy on her chest and spread out across it in their large glory. Her nipples seem hard like little pink pearls now and her chest heaves in silent breaths as she comes down from something. Her legs though, are wide open. Her right leg is now on the floor as her left hangs over the side. You see her patch pointing at her prize, and her pussy is again in your eyes. Her outer pinks lips are spurting her whole flower more open now, and her lips lie on display for you, soaking wet and moving with her breath.

You know you can’t watch this anymore, and even with the rigid complaint from inside your trunks, you bend down and recover the blanket. You stop halfway as the view intensifies and your sense of control seems to slip. You chose to just back up and retreat out of the den for now. You quickly step back to the kitchen with a mind full of lust and a wonder if you could ever deny the girls if they ever asked.