Smoothly... Almost.

Amber hummed to herself as she threw some clothes into a bag. Tshirt, jeans, panties, camisole... she had a tendency to overpack, but she always figured it was safer than under-packing. Amber pausing, grinning as she threw a bright pink thong into her bag. Christie had gotten it for her as a sneaky surprise gift years ago, but Amber had always felt to embarrassed to wear it. At the time she didn't have the necessary "measurements" to wear it in a flattering manner.

Amber looked into the mirror and spanked her tight ass, smirking at her own reflection. That had most definitely changed. Now she would ooze sex no matter what she wore. She gasped as she realized that Christie would notice all of the changes that had occurred to her body. Rushing to pick up her prayer book, she paused, biting the end of her pen as she thought about what to write. Christie had always been her best friend, and she had always been there for her... Amber felt bad hiding the changes from her, even using the prayer book. She smiled as the perfect thought came to her. She began to write in her prayer book, already imagining what she might have to do to get it answered.

"I pray that Christie and I can always be honest with each other." Amber wrote. She paused momentarily, then quickly changed her period to a comma and appended a follow-up: "I pray that Christie and I can always be honest with each other, and that she will react to my news about my body in line with my desires." Amber winced as she read over her prayer. Was it too much? They had been friends for so long, it even felt wrong to try and control her reaction. She didn't have a choice though, did she? Amber rocked back and forth as she thought. What was she doing? This couldn't be okay. To mess with herself and her parents was one thing, but her best friend? Christie had never hurt her -- in fact, she had been the only person who really supported her during most of her life. If she went through with this, what else might she be capable of?

Amber snapped the book shut, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She had to do this, she didn't have a choice! Christie would FREAK otherwise, Amber knew she would! And besides, it's not like she even did that much, she just made sure that nothing would blow up when she told Christie. She was doing it so that she could be honest with Christie openly! It was totally fine. Not messed up at all. She was just being a good friend!

Having justified herself in her mind, Amber threw her prayer book into her bag, finishing up her packing. As she did so, she heard something that caught her attention. Her parents' room was at the other end of the hall, across from her bedroom and past the bathroom. Nevertheless, Amber could still make out the faint sound of her mother's voice... moaning? Amber scrambled down the hall, pausing outside her parents' door. It was definitely her mother, definitely moaning in pleasure. As she listened, she heard the wet slap of flesh against flesh. Holy shit, her parents were fucking! Right on the other side of the door!

Amber heard her father's voice come through the wood. "Yeah, you like that, you little slut? You like it when daddy fucks your ass?" Amber heard a loud slap, followed by her mother's shriek. "Tell me you fucking like it little slut. Tell daddy you like him fucking your ass."

Amber felt a shiver run down her spine. She had never heard her father speak like this before. So forcefully and full of... ownership. The situation was beginning to get to her as she popped open her jeans and slid them down around her thighs. She was already wet, her finger circling her clit just making her more aroused.

"Yes daddy, your little slut likes it when you fuck her ass!" Amber heard her mother cry. She followed along with her parents' rhythm, thrusting her fingers into her pussy to the slaps of her father's hips against her mothers ass cheeks.

Amber didn't know how long she had spent following her father's lead, but she felt herself quickly tipping over the edge, legs spasming as she came. She slid down to the floor to catch her breath as she heard her mother moan into her own orgasm. As she sat there, gasping for breath listening to the screams of her mother's ecstasy, she heard the quietest whisper from her father.

"yes... cum on my cock lamb..."

Amber froze, her heart beating frantically. Had she heard what she thought she had? Her mother was still coming down from her high, she had probably missed it. Amber felt nauseated, she felt... wrong. Had her father just cum to a fantasy of fucking his own daughter? Amber had thought the fantasy arousing when she was masturbating, but something about this moment had a terrible reality to it that shattered through her fantasy. She hadn't wanted to have sex with her father, she had wanted an authority figure to use her. Not the man who had raised her. This wasn't what she had imagined, it was... this wasn't... this was disgusting. It was perverted, it was wrong.

Amber staggered to her feet, accidentally bumping the door as she rose. She heard her parents suddenly grow quiet. Panicking, she rushed back to her room and grabbed her bag, heading out the door with her phone in hand.

"Heading out, getting a ride from Christie. See you later!" She texted her mother on her way out. Normally she had to tell them in person when she left, so she'd probably get chewed out. She didn't care. She walked down the sidewalk from her house replaying what she had happened again and again. Had she misheard? She couldn't have. What did this mean? For her, for her family... what was she going to do if her father... tried something? Amber felt her legs shaking again, though this time for an entirely different reason. She looked up, realizing she had walked to the park, the same one she and Christie had played when they were little. It was far closer to her house than Christie's, and she had made the walk hundreds of times, so doing it absentmindedly was nothing surprising. Amber collapsed on the slide, her heart racing.

She typed out a message to Christie. "At park. Please pick me up. Urgent." Amber sent the message and broke down into tears, wondering what to do.