Return to the kitchen and implement your plan to tease Rick together

You and Becky exchange one last conspiratorial glance in the hallway before sauntering back into the kitchen, your enhanced D-cups bouncing slightly under Rick's borrowed t-shirt. The scent of pancakes and bacon fills the air, and Rick has his back to you both as he flips the last batch on the griddle.

"Found the towels!" you announce cheerfully, making Rick startle slightly.

Becky giggles, sliding onto one of the brushed steel barstools at the kitchen island. "Daddy, everything smells amazing!"

Rick forces a tight smile, his eyes darting nervously between you and his transformed daughter. "Almost ready. Coffee's fresh if you want some."

You implement your plan immediately, positioning yourself directly behind Rick as he works at the stove. Pressing your soft body against his broad back, you wrap your arms around his waist, letting your breasts push against him. "I'll just stay right here, Daddy. You're so warm."

Rick tenses visibly, spatula freezing mid-flip. "Ashley, I'm trying to cook here."

"Don't mind me," you purr, your hands sliding dangerously lower on his abdomen. Through your new sister connection, you sense Becky's rising excitement as she watches you tease her father.

On cue, Becky slides off her stool and approaches from Rick's other side. "Daddy, can I have a morning kiss?" she asks, voice honey-sweet as she tugs at his arm.

Rick's expression cycles through confusion, alarm, and **** arousal as his daughter presses against his side, her lips pursed expectantly. "Becky, we need to talk about last night. What happened was—"

"So special," Becky interrupts, standing on tiptoes to plant a decidedly un-daughterly kiss on his mouth.

You giggle, feeling Rick's body respond despite his mental resistance. "See, Daddy? It's our new normal now."

Rick pulls away from Becky's kiss, his face flushed. "This isn't—we can't—" He sets down the spatula with trembling hands. "Rebecca, you're my daughter. Last night was a mistake."

"I'm Becky now," she corrects him, pouting prettily in a perfect mirror of your own expressions. "And I don't want things to go back to boring."

You slide your hand down to cup Rick's growing bulge through his boxers. "Daddy's body doesn't think it was a mistake," you observe with a giggle.

Rick groans, trapped between you and Becky, his resolve weakening visibly. "This is insane," he mutters, but makes no move to push either of you away.

Becky's hand joins yours at Rick's crotch, both of you massaging him through the thin fabric. Through your connection, you feel her excitement—her complete abandonment of her former self in favor of this new, simplified existence.

"We're a family now," you declare, kissing Rick's stubbled cheek. "A special kind of family."

"The best kind," Becky agrees, her other hand sliding under her father's t-shirt to caress his chest.

Rick's resistance crumbles entirely as four hands explore his body. "Christ," he groans, leaning back against the counter as the pancakes start to smoke on the forgotten griddle. "What have you two done to me?"

"Nothing you don't totally love," you giggle, exchanging a triumphant glance with Becky as your plan succeeds completely.

08:45 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Rick's Penthouse, London