daughter's first time

"Mom, why are you washing my butt?" a confused young voice echoed through the tiled bathroom.

Mother, with a mischievous glint in her eye, playfully shot a look at Father who was brushing his teeth by the sink. "Just making sure you're clean everywhere, sweetie," she replied, her voice lilting with innocent cheerfulness.

Father's eyes widened for a brief moment before a knowing smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He spat out the toothpaste and rinsed, watching the interaction with amusement.

Mother, unfazed by her daughter's confusion, gently guided her to bend over. "It's just part of the bathing routine, honey," she said, her voice soothing. "We want to make sure you're all sparkly clean."

Daughter, trusting in her mother's care, leaned over, allowing the warm water to cascade down her back. Mother's soapy hands continued to glide over her buttocks, ensuring not a single spot was missed. The girl felt a bit awkward but didn't protest, assuming it was one of those "grown-up" things she'd understand when she was older.

Father, now fully aware of his wife's playful intentions, stifled a laugh as he grabbed a towel and approached the shower. He stepped in, the water splashing against his bare chest, and wrapped the towel around his waist. "Let me help," he offered, extending a hand to take the loofah from Mother's grasp.

Mother handed it over with a smirk, stepping aside to give him space. She leaned against the shower wall, her eyes never leaving their daughter's exposed backside. "Bent over please," she instructed, her tone teasingly formal.

Father, now in on the game, took the loofah and gently began to wash Daughter's back, feigning seriousness. "We don't want to miss any spots," he said, his voice a mix of playfulness and authority. Daughter, still oblivious to the undercurrent of their teasing, nodded earnestly, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink from the heat of the shower.

As Father worked his way down, his hand accidentally brushed against the soft skin of Daughter's buttocks. She felt something hard and foreign pressing against her thigh. Curiosity piqued, she reached back and grabbed hold of it, her small hand wrapping around the unfamiliar object. "What's this?" she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

Father froze, his heart skipping a beat. He looked over at Mother, whose eyes were gleaming with excitement. She leaned in, whispering in his ear, "Tell her it's your daddy cock, just like we talked about." He swallowed hard, his mind racing for a way to explain without traumatizing the girl. He took a deep breath and decided to be as straightforward as possible.

"It's my penis, sweetheart," he said, his voice gentle and even. "It's what daddies have, and it's a part of their body, like your mommy's breasts." Daughter's grip tightened around his shaft, her curiosity growing. "But why is it hard?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine innocence.

Mother took the opportunity to lean in closer, her own excitement palpable. "Why don't you let go and I'll show you," she whispered into Daughter's ear, her breath warm and tickling. Daughter obeyed, releasing her grip and straightening up. Father took a step back, allowing the water to wash away the soap, his towel still securely around his waist.

Mother stepped forward, her own breasts jiggling slightly as she bent over, her back to Daughter. "See, sweetie?" she said, her voice a mix of excitement and naughtiness. "This is how it's done." She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she winked at Father. Daughter's gaze followed, and she saw Mother's buttocks, so much like her own, but more rounded and firm.

Father took the cue and pushed into his wife's anus, the sound of wet flesh against flesh echoing in the steamy bathroom. He started thrusting gently, his movements rhythmic and deliberate. Mother gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips. She reached back, her hand caressing his thigh, urging him deeper. Daughter's eyes grew wide with shock and curiosity, but she said nothing, unsure of what she was witnessing.

"Mommy's enjoying it, isn't she?" Mother whispered, her voice strained with pleasure. "It feels so good when Daddy does this to me." Daughter nodded, her eyes flickering between her parents' faces and the strange sight of Father's penis disappearing into Mother's body. She felt a peculiar tingling sensation between her own legs, a feeling she couldn't quite place.

"Why don't you ask Daddy if he can go deeper?" Mother suggested, her breath hitching with each thrust. Daughter looked up at Father, who met her gaze with a questioning smile. She bit her lip, feeling both nervous and excited. "Can you push deeper into Mommy?" she asked, her voice small but clear.

Father nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed harder, the tip of his penis reaching deeper into Mother with each stroke. Mother's grip on Daughter's shoulder tightened, her body arching back to meet him. The sound of their bodies slapping together grew louder, the tension in the air thick with desire. Daughter felt a strange warmth spread through her as she watched, her heart pounding in her chest.

Mother looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting Daughter's with a knowing smile. "Do you want to try, sweetie?" she asked, her voice low and seductive. Daughter's cheeks flushed, but she found herself nodding, curiosity overwhelming her confusion. Mother turned around, her breasts brushing against Daughter's chest as she leaned in to whisper. "It's okay, we're all family here. You can explore and learn with us."

With trembling legs, Daughter bent over, mimicking the position she had just seen her mother in. She felt a strange anticipation building inside her, the warm water running down her back mixing with the cold chill of the tiles beneath her palms. Father's hand was gentle as it moved to her hip, guiding her closer to him. His erection pressed against her buttocks, the same sensation she had felt moments ago when she had grabbed hold of it.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Just relax, okay?" he murmured, his voice soothing. "Remember, it's part of our family routine." Daughter took a deep breath, nodding slightly, her eyes squeezed shut. Slowly, with a tenderness that seemed almost out of place in the steamy, tension-filled room, Father pushed the tip of his penis against her tight entrance.

The sensation was unlike anything she had felt before, a mix of pressure and fullness that made her gasp. Mother's hand reached around to cover her own, guiding it to her clit. "Rub it," she instructed, her voice a soft purr. "It'll help you feel better." Daughter's fingers obeyed, tentatively at first, then with more confidence as she felt the beginnings of pleasure blossom inside her.

Father pushed in slow and steady, his grip on her hip firm but gentle. With each inch that filled her, the discomfort grew less, replaced by a strange, warm sensation that spread through her core. It was as if her body was slowly waking up to a new kind of feeling, one she hadn't even known existed. She could feel him, thick and hard, moving inside her, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan that matched the rhythm of his thrusts.

Mother's hand remained on hers, guiding her strokes over her clit, the pleasure building with each pass. "How does it feel, babygirl?" she asked, her voice thick with arousal.

Daughter's breath hitched as she tried to put words to the sensations flooding through her. "It feels... different," she managed to murmur, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their joined bodies. "Good, Mommy?"

Mother's hand squeezed hers, a silent encouragement. "Very good," she purred, her own eyes glazed with passion. "Now, let's see if you can take all of Daddy." She guided Daughter's hand to push back against Father, urging him deeper.

Daughter gasped as she felt herself stretching to accommodate his full length. It was a strange, overwhelming feeling, one that she had never experienced before. Her muscles tensed and relaxed around him, adjusting to the unfamiliar intrusion. Father paused for a moment, allowing her to get used to it before resuming his rhythm. Each time he pushed in, she felt a slight burn, but it was quickly followed by a pulse of pleasure that grew stronger with each stroke.

Mother, watching the scene unfold with a glint in her eye, leaned over and whispered in Daughter's ear, "Look how your belly bulges with each of Daddy's thrusts, just like mine does." Daughter's eyes widened as she glanced down, seeing her own stomach distend slightly with each movement. It was an odd sight, but somehow it added to the excitement building within her.

"Does it feel good, Daddy?" Daughter asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

Father's eyes met hers in the reflection of the shower's chrome fixtures, a warm smile playing on his lips. "Does it feel good to you, honey?"

Her voice was small, but the excitement in her tone was unmistakable. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes shining with wonder. "It feels... nice."

Father's smile grew, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to move in and out of her. "That's my girl," he murmured, his voice filled with love and pride. "You're doing so well."

Daughter felt a strange sense of accomplishment, her curiosity growing with each stroke. "Mommy, what's happening?" she asked, her voice breathless with excitement.

Mother leaned in closer, her eyes shining with love and desire. "You're learning how to make love, sweetie," she whispered, her hand still guiding Daughter's over her own clit. "And you're doing it with Daddy, who loves you so much."

Daughter felt a warmth spread through her chest at the words, her movements becoming more deliberate as she began to understand the connection between their actions and the feelings of love they shared. "I love Daddy," she murmured, her voice filled with the same passion that had been bubbling between her parents for years.

Father's eyes widened with joy, his strokes becoming more urgent as he heard his daughter's sweet declaration. "And Daddy loves you, baby," he said, his voice thick with emotion. He picked up the pace, the sound of their love echoing through the small bathroom. Mother watched with a smile, her own hand now moving faster between her legs, eager to reach the crescendo she knew was building.

"I love you too, Mommy," Daughter whispered, her voice filled with a nascent passion she hadn't known existed within her. The words seemed to resonate within the intimate space, amplifying the intensity of the moment. Her body moved in time with Father's, her hips rocking back to meet each thrust, her hand now moving in a frenzied dance over her clit.

Mother watched the transformation with a mix of pride and arousal, her own hand moving faster as she felt her climax approaching. "That's it, baby," she coached, her voice husky with desire. "Just let it happen."

Daughter's breath grew ragged, her moans growing louder as she felt something she had never experienced before building deep within her. It was a pressure, a need that seemed to demand release, and she found herself moving back against Father with more urgency. His hands tightened on her hips, his movements growing more forceful as he matched her pace.

Mother's hand left Daughter's to caress her own clit, her movements quickening as she watched her family's love play out before her. "It's okay, baby," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth. "Just let it happen."

Daughter nodded, her eyes still closed, lost in the sensations that were building with each of Father's thrusts. She felt a warmth spread through her, a tingling that grew more intense with each movement. "What's happening?" she breathed out, her voice shaky with anticipation.

"You're about to have your first orgasm, sweetheart," Father said, his voice strained with his own need. "It's like a really big hug from the inside, a feeling of pure pleasure."

Daughter nodded, eager to experience this new sensation. "Can you go faster, Daddy?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement.

Father's eyes met Mother's in the reflection of the shower's chrome fixtures, and she nodded, giving him the go-ahead. He complied, his strokes becoming more rapid, his breathing more ragged. Daughter's moans grew louder, filling the steamy bathroom with the sweet sound of innocence on the brink of discovery.

"Yes, Daddy," she gasped in pleasure, her body moving in sync with his. She felt a coil of tension tightening deep within her, a sensation that was both thrilling and overwhelming. Each time he pushed into her, she felt the pressure build, the pleasure growing more intense.

Her father's breath grew ragged in her ear, his strokes becoming more urgent. She could feel his body tense, his muscles tightening, and she knew he was close to climax. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but she focused on the feeling of his warmth inside her, the way their bodies moved together as one.

Mother leaned in closer, her voice a soft purr. "Daddy's going to give you a special gift, sweetie," she whispered, her hand leaving Daughter's to caress her own breasts. "He's going to fill you up with his love juice, just like he does with Mommy."

Daughter's eyes went wide with curiosity. "What's that?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Mother's eyes, filled with love and desire, never left hers. "It's Daddy's cum, baby," she whispered, her voice velvety. "It's his way of showing you how much he loves you, and it feels so good when he does it."

Daughter felt a strange thrill at the thought, her curiosity piqued. "But how does it feel?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

Mother's eyes softened, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "It's a special kind of feeling, like nothing you've ever felt before," she assured her. "It's a feeling that tells you you're growing up and that you're part of something beautiful and natural."

Daughter nodded, eager to understand. "How do I get it?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Mother's smile grew wider, her eyes filled with love and desire as she leaned in closer. "Just keep doing what you're doing, baby," she instructed, her hand gently caressing Daughter's cheek. "Keep letting Daddy love you and you'll feel it soon."

Daughter nodded, her eyes still on her mother's, the connection between them palpable. She pushed back into Father's thrusts, her body moving with an instinct she hadn't known she had. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, the pressure building until it was all she could focus on.

Mother, watching the scene with growing arousal, stepped closer, her own hand moving to Daughter's mouth. "Suck on Mommy's fingers," she instructed, slipping her soapy digits between the girl's lips. Daughter complied, her mouth closing around the intrusion, her tongue tentatively exploring. Mother's eyes never left hers as she whispered, "There's another way to get Daddy's love juice, baby. It's called a blowjob."

Daughter looked up at her, eyes wide with curiosity. "What's that?" she asked, her voice muffled around Mother's fingers.

Mother leaned in, her voice low and seductive. "When Daddy puts his penis inside you like this," she began, her eyes flicking down to where Father was still moving within Daughter, "it's not just for cleaning, it's for making love." She withdrew her hand from Daughter's mouth, replacing it with a gentle touch to her cheek. "You know how Daddy and I do it in bed sometimes?"

Daughter nodded, her eyes wide with curiosity. She had heard them before, the soft sounds of love making that had always made her feel safe and warm. "Yes," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mother's hand trailed down to Daughter's sex, her fingers sliding through the slick folds. "This is your pussy, sweetie," she said, her voice gentle. "It's where Daddy's penis goes to make you feel all those wonderful things." Daughter felt a thrill run through her as Mother's fingers found her clit, the same spot she had been rubbing under her guidance. "You can let him make love to you here, too," she continued, her voice a mix of love and excitement. "It's called vaginal sex, and it's the most beautiful way to show how much we care for each other."

Daughter looked up at Father, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and desire. "Can we try that, Daddy?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Father's eyes were filled with love and excitement as he nodded, his movements slowing to a stop. He withdrew from her anus, the sound of wet flesh parting echoing in the small space.

Mother stepped aside, allowing Father to move into position. He gently guided Daughter to stand, the water continuing to cascade over their bodies. He knelt down, his erection still hard and glistening with water and lube. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness.

Daughter nodded eagerly, her curiosity outweighing any fear she might have had. "It'll hurt a bit at first," Father warned, his hand caressing her cheek. "But I promise it'll feel good. Just tell us if it's too much."

Mother's hand moved to Daughter's hip, guiding her closer to Father. He positioned himself at her entrance, his penis nudging gently. "Ready?" he asked, his voice filled with love and anticipation. Daughter nodded, her eyes never leaving his.

With a soft push, he entered her, the feeling of fullness and pressure bringing a gasp to her lips. Mother's hand remained on her clit, her gentle touch a comfort as Daughter felt herself being stretched around Father's girth. The pain was sharp but brief, replaced by a feeling of warmth and belonging that she hadn't known existed.

Father began to move slowly, his eyes never leaving Daughter's face. Each stroke brought a new wave of sensation, and she found herself leaning into the feeling, her body instinctively moving with his. Mother watched, her own desire reflected in her eyes, her hand still working Daughter's clit with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Faster, Daddy," Daughter whispered, her voice filled with a need she didn't quite understand. Father's movements grew more urgent, his hips slapping against her buttocks with a gentle thud that reverberated through the shower. The tension grew, her muscles tightening around him as she felt the beginnings of what she now knew was an orgasm.

Mother watched with a mix of love and desire, her own hand moving in time with Father's thrusts. "That's it, baby," she encouraged, her voice a soft purr. "Take all of Daddy's love."

Daughter's body responded eagerly to the increased pace, her hips moving in a dance of innocence and burgeoning passion. "Faster, Daddy," she begged, the pleasure building within her. Father's eyes never left hers, his expression a blend of love and amazement at her willingness to explore this new aspect of their relationship.

Obeying her plea, he began to thrust more vigorously, his hand coming down to give her a soft spank. The sting of it surprised her, but the feeling of his hand on her skin only added to the sensations building within her. She yelped, but it was a sound of excitement rather than pain, her body arching back to meet him with each slap. Mother watched with rapt attention, her own hand moving faster between her legs as she felt her own orgasm approaching.

"Again," Daughter gasped, her voice breathless with need. Father complied, his hand landing a little harder this time, leaving a faint pink handprint on her skin. The sound of skin meeting skin was a stark contrast to the gentle patter of the shower, a cacophony of love and desire that filled the small space. Daughter's moans grew louder, her body responding eagerly to the mix of pleasure and pain.

Mother's eyes glazed over with lust as she watched, her hand a blur between her own legs. "Look how beautiful you are, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "Daddy loves you so much."

Father's breath grew ragged, his eyes never leaving Daughter's face as he felt his climax approaching. "Can I cum inside you, baby?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

Mother's eyes lit up with excitement, her hand still working between her own legs. "Yes," she urged, her voice filled with need. "Let Daddy cum inside you, baby. Show him how much you love him."

Daughter looked up at Father, her eyes filled with a mix of love and curiosity. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Do you want me to, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

She nodded, her breathing shallow and erratic. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, the words barely audible over the sounds of the shower. "I want to feel your love juice inside me."

With a final, powerful thrust, Father buried himself to the hilt inside her, his body tensing with the force of his climax. Daughter felt a sudden warmth fill her, a sensation that was both strange and exhilarating. His sperm shot into her in thick, hot waves, filling her in a way she had never experienced. She gasped, her body jolting with the intensity of the feeling, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to process the sensation.

Mother watched with a hungry gaze, her own orgasm approaching. She could feel her juices flowing, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Look at Daddy's love filling you up," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Daughter nodded, her eyes wide with the intensity of the moment. She had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of Father's warmth inside her mixing with the pleasure that was building in her core. She felt her muscles tighten around him, the pressure growing until it was almost too much to bear.

Then, with a suddenness that took her breath away, it washed over her. Her first orgasm, a wave of pure pleasure that started in her lower belly and spread outwards, leaving every inch of her body trembling and alive with sensation. She cried out, her nails digging into the tiles as she rode the wave, her hips bucking back against Father's as he continued to fill her with his love.

Mother's eyes widened with joy as she watched her daughter's transformation, her own hand moving faster as she felt the same release approaching. "That's it, baby," she coached, her voice a soft purr of encouragement. "Take it all, let it consume you."

Daughter's eyes shot open, the intensity of her orgasm making her feel as if she was floating, weightless in the steamy embrace of the shower. She gripped the tiles with trembling hands, her body moving of its own accord as Father's hips slammed into her with renewed vigor. The feeling of his hot cum filling her was indescribable, a sensation that only added to the overwhelming pleasure that washed over her.

Mother watched, her own hand moving frantically between her legs as she felt her climax approaching. "Daddy's going to keep loving you," she whispered, her voice filled with lust. "You're going to feel him so deep inside you, baby."

Daughter's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the beginnings of a new wave of pleasure. "It's too much," she gasped, trying to pull away slightly. But Father's grip on her hips was firm, his thrusts unyielding.

"You can take it, baby," he murmured into her ear, his voice a mix of love and lust. "You're doing so good." Despite her protest, she could feel her body responding, her walls clenching around him as if trying to pull him deeper.

Mother watched, her own climax waning, as Daughter's body began to move in a rhythm that was all too familiar. "Look how much Daddy loves you," she whispered, her hand sliding from Daughter's clit to her own, mimicking the movements she had taught her. "He can't get enough of you."

Daughter's eyes fluttered closed as she felt the second wave of pleasure begin to build. "It's too much," she gasped, her body squirming against Father's. "I can't take it."

Mother stepped closer, her hand moving to Daughter's cheek, her thumb brushing away a bead of water that had formed there. "You can, baby," she murmured, her voice filled with love and encouragement. "You're doing so well."

Father's hand slammed into the tiles beside Daughter's head, his grip on her hips tightening as he picked up the pace. His thrusts grew more urgent, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing off the tiles. Daughter's moans grew louder, filling the steamy space with the sweet sound of innocence lost to passion.

Her hands scrabbled at the wall, her nails digging into the grout as she tried to find purchase. The water cascading over them was now a blend of warmth and chill, mixing with the sweat that slicked their skin. Father's breath was hot and heavy in her ear, his teeth grazing her neck as he whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down her spine.

"Oh, Daddy, it's too much," she panted, her voice a mix of pleasure and panic. "I think I'm going to pass out."

Father's arms tightened around her waist, his eyes filled with love and concern. "It's okay, baby," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the raggedness of his breaths. "Just let it happen."

He began to thrust with renewed vigor, his movements deep and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. Daughter felt a new wave of pleasure building, the sensation of his cock moving inside her sending sparks of sensation shooting through her body. She leaned back into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her breath coming in short gasps.

Mother watched with a mix of love and arousal, her own hand moving faster between her legs. "Look at how beautiful you are," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "Taking Daddy's love like a good girl."

Daughter's words slurred as the pleasure grew too intense for coherent speech. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she became dizzy with each powerful thrust of her father's cock. Her body was a symphony of sensation, each movement of his hips sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her.

"Ah... Daddy... it's too much," she moaned, her voice barely recognizable through the haze of passion. Her legs trembled, threatening to give out beneath her, but Father's strong arms held her aloft, his grip on her hips unyielding.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as he plunged into her, the feeling of his cock stretching her tight young pussy sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She felt lightheaded, the world around her spinning as she lost herself in the intensity of the moment. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through her, making her entire body shudder.

With a final, powerful surge, Father buried himself as deep as he could go, filling her completely with his hot cum. Daughter's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, stealing her breath and making her body spasm with ecstasy. She felt his warmth flood her, a feeling she had never known but now craved more than anything. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the small bathroom, as she rode out the most intense sensation she had ever felt.

Mother watched with a mix of pride and arousal, her own climax close. She stepped closer, her hand reaching up to cup Daughter's cheek, her thumb tracing a line of cum that had spilled from her mouth. "You're doing so good, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "So beautiful."

Daughter's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Mother's. She was lost in the throes of passion, her body responding to Father's every move with a rawness that surprised even her. Each stroke sent her spiraling higher, her orgasm building until it was all she could think about. "It's... it's too much," she gasped, her voice a hoarse whisper.

Father's movements grew more gentle, his kisses moving from her neck to her cheek, his love for her evident in every touch. "Shh," he soothed, his voice a soft rumble in her ear. "I've got you, baby." His arms tightened around her waist, holding her up as she trembled with the force of her climax.

Her breathing grew shallow, her body going limp against him as the pleasure became too intense. He felt her muscles loosen, her legs giving out as she leaned into him, her eyes rolling back in her head. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice filled with love and reassurance. "You're okay."

Mother stepped closer, her hand moving to cup Daughter's cheek. "Look at you," she murmured, her voice filled with awe. "So beautiful, so loved." She leaned in to kiss her, her tongue slipping into Daughter's mouth to claim her in a way that was both gentle and possessive.

As the kiss deepened, Daughter felt her eyelids grow heavy, the exhaustion of her first sexual experience and the intensity of her orgasms weighing her down. She leaned into the kiss, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, her heart racing in her chest.

Mother pulled away, her eyes filled with love and satisfaction. She stepped back, her hand sliding down to gently cup Daughter's cheek. "You did so well, baby," she murmured, her voice filled with pride. "Why don't you go lie down, and let Daddy and I finish cleaning up?"

Daughter nodded, her legs feeling like jelly. She couldn't move on her own, the intensity of the experience leaving her weak and trembling. Father, still hard and panting, picked her up with surprising ease, his strong arms cradling her as he stepped out of the shower. He wrapped her in a warm, fluffy towel, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the slick, wet feel of their skin moments before.

Mother stepped out behind them, her eyes still gleaming with arousal. She grabbed another towel and began to dry herself off, watching as Father carried Daughter out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. The room was warm and inviting, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a cozy ambiance. He gently laid her down on the bed, her legs still splayed open, the towel barely covering her.

Her skin was flushed with the heat of the shower and the intensity of her first sexual experience. She looked up at Father with a mix of confusion and pleasure, her eyes glazed over with the aftermath of her orgasms. He kissed her forehead, his eyes filled with love and a hint of satisfaction. "Rest now, baby," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "You've had a big day."

Mother watched from the doorway, her own body still trembling with the aftershocks of her own climax. She couldn't believe how beautifully everything had unfolded, how willing and eager their daughter had been to embrace their love. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to stroke Daughter's damp hair. "You did so good," she whispered, her voice filled with pride.

Daughter looked up at her, her eyes glazed with pleasure and a hint of confusion. "Can we do this every day?" she asked, her voice small and unsure. The innocence of the question was almost heartbreaking in its simplicity.

Mother and Father shared a knowing smile, their eyes filled with love and a hint of mischief. "Every day?" Father echoed, his hand still resting on Daughter's stomach, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breaths. "Well, sweetheart, that's a big commitment."

Daughter's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and desire. "I just liked it," she murmured, her eyes darting between them. "I liked feeling all that love."

Mother's smile grew, her own desire flaring up again at the sight of Daughter's innocence. "You can have this love every day," she assured her, her hand caressing Daughter's cheek. "But we need to be careful and make sure it's special."

Father nodded, his own hand stroking Daughter's hair gently. "But tonight," he said, his voice low and filled with love, "you're going to have a good night's rest. You've had a big day, and your body needs to recover."

Mother leaned in to kiss her forehead, her eyes shining with affection. "We're so proud of you," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth. "And we're here for you, always."

Father tucked the towel around Daughter, his hands lingering on her soft, trembling body. "Rest now," he said, his voice gentle. "We'll talk more tomorrow." With one final kiss, he turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.