Leading to the bedroom

Your mother's hand moves to your breast, cupping it gently through your thin shirt. You should push her away, should stand up and run, but instead you arch into her touch, craving more. "Such beautiful breasts," your mother coos. "They'll be even more beautiful when they're full of milk. When you're carrying your father's child."

The words should horrify you, but instead they send a jolt of electricity straight to your core. You imagine it - your belly swollen, your breasts heavy with milk, your father's baby growing inside you. The image is so vivid, so tantalizing, that you moan again, louder this time.

"That's it, Stacy," Gwen encourages, her fingers now rubbing directly against your pussy through your shorts. "Lets both be good daughters."

Your mother pinches your nipple through your shirt, and you cry out, pleasure shooting through you. "You're so responsive," she murmurs approvingly. "Your father is going to love that about you."

The movie reaches its climax on screen, the daughter crying out her father's name in ecstasy, but you barely register it. Gwen slides her hand under the waistband of your shorts, and you gasp as her fingers make direct contact with your slick folds.

"So wet," she whispers. "Your body is begging for it, Stacy. Begging to be filled." She circles your clit with her fingertip, and you buck against her hand, a strangled cry escaping your lips.

Your mother continues to play with your breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers while watching your face contort with pleasure. "That's our good girl," she says. "Let it feel good. There's no shame in pleasure."

You're trembling now, caught between guilt and desire, your old self fighting against the new one the curse is creating. But each stroke of Gwen's fingers, each tweak of your mother's fingers, pushes you further from who you were and closer to who they want you to be.

"Imagine it's Dad's hand," Gwen whispers in your ear as she slides a finger inside you. "Imagine him touching you, filling you, claiming you." You do imagine it, and the thought makes you even wetter, even needier. You whimper as Gwen adds a second finger, stretching you open.

"He's going to love how tight you are," Gwen says. "But he'll stretch you out, fill you up completely. And you'll love every second of it." Your mother pulls up your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air, and leans down to take a nipple in her mouth. The sensation of her warm, wet tongue on your sensitive flesh makes you cry out, your hands gripping the couch cushions.

"Oh god," you moan, your hips rocking against Gwen's hand.

"That's it," your mother says, releasing your nipple with a pop. The pleasure is overwhelming, radiating from where Gwen's fingers pump in and out of you and where your mother's mouth works your breast. You can feel something building inside you, something bigger than anything you've felt before.

"I'm going to... I can't..." you gasp.

"Not yet," Gwen says, suddenly withdrawing her fingers. You whimper at the loss, your body craving release.

"Save it for Dad," she says. "Your first real orgasm in this body should be with him inside you." Your mother releases your other breast and sits up, both of them watching you with satisfied smiles as you squirm on the couch, desperate and denied.

"You're almost ready, Stacy," your mother says. "Ready to accept your new role in this family."

The movie has ended, credits rolling unnoticed on the screen. Your mother stands and straightens her clothes, composed as ever.

"Now, here's what we're thinking," she says. "Your father will be home soon. Why not give him a big surprise?" She gestures toward the bedroom, and you understand immediately what she's suggesting. Your heart races, a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"I don't know if I can..." you start.

"You can," Gwen says, standing and taking your hand. "We'll be right there with you. We'll show you what to do." Your mother takes your other hand, and together they pull you to your feet.

"Trust us, Stacy," she says. "We know what's best for you. For all of us." You let them lead you, your arms linked with theirs, toward your parents' bedroom. As you reach the bedroom door, Gwen turns to you with a wicked smile. "Ready to become Daddy's little girl?" she asks. You nod, because you are. You really, truly are.