Her new slutwear

Shone reached in and grabbed the new slutwear her mother had given her, specifically for her birthday. The aqua blue, almost entirely sheer dress that draped gracefully over her body, but hugged in all the right places. The pale gold threading along the neckline drew the eyes from the striking contrast of her red curls against the light blue fabric down to where the thin material clung to her perky nipples. The gold thread drew a line from the plunging neckline to her waist, accentuating the little curves she had, and down to her hip, where the dress split, showing off her thighs. The light shining between her thighs was visible through the thin fabric, but her slit was only barely visible.

Her green doe eyes blinked at her reflection. She felt a wave of nervousness flow through her stomach. But she bit her rosy lips and ran her fingers through her hair and flounced out of the room before she could get too nervous. She walked down the hallway to her father's study. She heard the quiet moans of her mother through the door as she knocked.

"Come in," her father called from the other side, his voice deep and warm.

She opened the door. Her father was seated in his lounge chair near the window, the newspaper open in his hands. The front page contained an image of about a dozen naked people in various positions. The headline read, "Apple celebrates most profitable year on record." Her mother was on her knees next to him, sucking on his cock as if it were her breakfast. It probably was her breakfast. Shone could see her mother's pussy glistening in the light from the floor to ceiling window behind them.

"Hi Daddy," Shone said as she entered.

Her father peaked around the newspaper at her.

"Wow," he whistled, taking in her barely clothed body. "Our little girl has grown up."

Her mother removed her mouth from her father's cock with a popping noise and looked back at Shone.

"Awe baby, you look beautiful!" she proclaimed, still stroking his cock with her hand.

"Happy birthday," her father said, smiling.

"Thank you, Daddy," Shone said, walking to stand in front of him.

She fought the urge to cover herself up. Her father noticed, and put out a hand to stop her.

"No, no, baby. Don't be shy. You look beautiful." He leaned back in his chair. "Tracy, Heather! Come in here and wish your sister a happy birthday!"

Her older sisters came skipping into the room, their full breasts bouncing with each leap.

"Oooooh, look at the birthday girl!" Heather cooed when she saw Shone.

"Come on, give us a twirl!" Tracy said.

Shone felt her cheeks get rosy. She looked at her father, who sat still, smiling at her. Shone spun in a circle, slowly, hoping her shaky legs wouldn't give way.

"What a beauty," Tracy whistled.

"Alright girls," her father said, "It's time for Shone to get her present."

"Ooooh," Heather called back as she skipped back out of the room, her plump ass jiggling.

Tracy gave Shonda another wink and blew a kiss as she exited through the large doorway. Shonda's mother stood up, her knees red from kneeling, and kissed Shonda on the head. Shonda could smell the musk of her father's cock on her mother's face.

"Happy birthday, my love," she said softly, before following Shonda's sisters out of the room, closing the heavy doors behind her.

Shonda looked at the door for another minute before she saw her father move out of the corner of her eye. She looked back at him, trying her hardest not to appear nervous. He was reaching behind his chair, grabbing something.

"Here you are sweetie, happy birthday."