His action figures

Zoe starts walking through Joey's room, occasionally pausing and carefully inspecting various things. Your son is really quite the nerd, and there's lots of stuff that he'd probably be shocked to find his sister's juice on. His XBox, or his board games or his half-naked anime girl figurines.

"One of his action figures" Zoe says, gesturing at a shelf full of old action figures, some still in their boxes. "The most valuable one."

But which one could that be? You try to take an interest in your son's hobbies, but you don't know which of these old toys is worth the most.

Zoe seems to. She grabs a Boba Fett figure and holds it up. "He told me one time that this is worth a lot of money."

You smirk. "Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Absolutely" Zoe's uncertainty at this perverted activity is starting to melt away. With each passing moment her confidence grows. Her confidence that masturbating all over one of her brother's possessions is the right thing grows. And you didn't really have to stoke the flames that much. Maybe she is a closet pervert like you and Shannon. Maybe she just needed it awakened.

"No... I mean. Are you sure you want to go with the action figure? What if he doesn't see it?" You're no longer talking about whether or not she should do something nasty, but whether this thing is nasty enough.

"I'm certain he looks at this every day." She says. "It'll be perfect." She now thinks the idea is perfect. She takes a breath. Now there's nothing to do but to do it. "Are you going to watch?" She asks, not even seeming that bothered by the possibility.

And that's good because your answer is "Absolutely." You can't wait to see your little girl pull down her pants and rub herself off here in the middle of her brother's room.

So she begins, slowly undoing her skinny jeans and pulling them down, not just to her knees but all the way off her skinny legs. She's wearing a pair of polka-dotted undies, and she nods her head, working up more and more confidence, and pulls those off.

Her tight twat is amazing, bald, glistening just a bit. Clearly this situation is turning her own. And clearly she's been shaving her pussy with the expectation that it will be seen. Sure, it's the style these days, but Zoe has never cared that much about being stylish. She's a smart kid, an independent kid, not necessarily eager to replicate the look of porn stars or actresses who are always flashing themselves at every possible camera.

But there it is, just a few feet away from you. Zoe's tight teenage pussy.

She keeps her tank top on, and somehow her being only bottomless is hotter than her being totally naked right now. Seeing it makes your pussy itch with an impossible hunger. Should you worry that this is your daughter, your own daughter who is making it all happen? No, you're well past that anymore.

Zoe positions the figure on a low shelf by her crotch. She spreads her legs a bit, reaches her hand down to her clit and starts to rub.

And you watch.

She's not focused on you, she's focused on the action figure, and she's focused on rubbing. And she rubs, and rubs and rubs. You see her petite body heave and jolt as she hits the right spots, then relent.

But there's no reason for you to feel ignored, you decide to egg her on. "What will you tell him when he asks what happened."

She glances at you, her innocent face never looking more depraved. "I'll tell him that... I wanted to prove that... girls could be just as horny..."

"What if he's not convinced? What if he wants to do something hornier?" You ask. You wish you could scratch the itch in your pants. But you have to **** yourself to wait. Everything will happen in good time. Your master is in the other room, expecting you not to screw this up. "What if he wants you to touch his cock?"

Zoe is panting heavily now. "I'll touch his cock. I don't care."

"Your own brother?"

"Whatever."

"What if he wants you to suck his cock?" You up the stakes

"As long as he sucks.... my clit" Zoe says, her young innocent voice sounding amazing as it says filthy things.

"What if he wants to fuck you?" You ask.

And Zoe stops rubbing, and takes a few deep breaths.

"What's wrong?" You ask. "Does the thought of Joey fucking you not turn you on enough to keep rubbing?"

"Be patient Mom!" She says. The word 'mom' rings in your ears. Nothing has ever turned you on more. And you're not patient. You're less patient than you've ever been.

You glare at her with an intense passion you've rarely felt. Others have seen this glare. But your daughter should never see it. "Do you need help?"

And she can't resist the look on your face right now. "Well... maybe..."