Emma and Sophia greet the family.

The snow is piling up behind your girlfriend and her best friend-turned-FWB, and you can easily tell that the ladies got dressed again in a hurry. Sophia's long dark hair is tousled and tied back haphazardly, and her stockings are clearly torn in a few places. She probably has a big tear around her pussy, but you wouldn't know unless you looked under her plaid skirt. Emma doesn't seem to notice that her sweater is on inside out, or that her makeup is slightly smeared from a sloppy 69ing session. These details won't escape your parents, either. Emma and Sophia are both shivering and redfaced in the snow, but still all smiles. You'd could say they've been catching up.

"Okay, Emma, I've got a surprise for you. Cover your eyes and follow me. Sophia, you should come in, too." The ladies step inside and hang up their jackets, then Emma obediently shuts her eyes and holds a hand out for you to guide her.

"Oh, John, what's cooking? That smells amazing." You're actually feeling a pang of pride for being such a good boyfriend, even if it's mostly just a backdrop to getting your parents to swing with your girlfriend's family.

"Just promise me that you'll try to hold yourself back for a bit." You lead Emma into the living room, where all the parents are waiting. Their heads jerk in your direction like foxes catching scent of a vixen. All eyes are fixed on Emma as you let go of her hand.

"Alright, now you can look." Emma lights up at the sight of her family, getting flushed and throwing up her hands as she bounds over into her father's arms. She throws her arms around him and gives him a sensual kiss, definitely more tongue than most parents share with their kids. You're about to step in and break it up, but instead you decide to let your folks soak it up. Emma's dad is struggling to focus on staying incognito about his lust for his own daughter. It's been months since he anally savaged her for the first time, and now she's suddenly landed in his lap, rubbing her cute butt all over his crotch. Her inside-out sweater is hugging her rack tightly, making it even harder.

The panic mixed with guilt starts to take over. He starts shaking his head to break the kiss, pushing Emma away with powerful arms.

"I missed you, Daddy." she purrs.

"It's nice to see you, too, sweetie." Emma's dad is sweating nervously as he tries to play off Emma's advances as childish affection. Your parents are both trying to pick their jaws up from the floor when Emma launches free of her dad's lap and pounces onto the couch with them.

"I missed you, too, you know!" Emma isn't discreet about laying her hands against your parent's respective genitals. "It's so great to see you both again." Your parents are both flashing back to your last night together, where Emma got a much firmer grip on both of them. You can see all the folks getting visibly antsy, each feeling that Emma is being too chummy and about to reveal their secret to the other. You let the risky aura hang in the air for a few seconds before stepping in.