Nina's Awakening

Everyone in Nina's Awakening is 18 or older, consenting, and more than capable of handling what's coming. This story contains male bisexuality and raw chemistry between parents and their daughter. If that makes you squirm--in a bad way--now's your chance to back out and pretend you never saw this.

Bisexual Male, Bisexual Female, BBC, Squirting

1

The rain hammered against the villa's tall windows, a relentless silver curtain in the thick summer night. Inside, the air was warm and heavy with the scent of oil, sweat, and slow, simmering lust.

Jon lay back on the custom massage table, skin gleaming, muscles loose and powerful from the deep massage Fab had just finished.

At forty-nine, he looked obscene in his easy beauty -- broad chest rising and falling with slow breaths, thick cock flushed and throbbing against his belly, leaking precum in lazy drips. Silver streaked the dirty blonde hair at his temples. His rugged face was shadowed by a dusting of stubble, his eyes half-lidded but sharp, missing nothing.

Fab stood beside him, wiping his hands on a white towel slung low around his narrow hips. Barely twenty-three, he was a vision of strength and seduction -- golden brown skin stretched tight over rippling muscles, black tattoos curling over his arms, his chest, dipping down his ribs. His white shorts did nothing to hide the heavy, swinging bulge between his legs.

He smiled down at Jon -- a flash of kindness, mischief, pure filthy beauty.

"Do you want me to give you a happy ending, Jon? Blow job? Hand job? You can fuck my ass if you want."

The tempting offer hit the air like a whipcrack.

Linda, lounging in an armchair nearby, sucked in a tiny breath. Same age as her husband, she wore forty-nine like a crown -- nude, one leg draped over the chair's arm, her silver-toned hair twisted up in a messy knot. She looked like a goddess -- all golden skin, long legs, and subtle white gold jewelry glinting at her wrist, ankle, belly. Her fingertips brushed idly over her clit, slow and lazy -- but at Fab's words, a soft tremor ran visibly through her.

Jon chuckled, rough and low, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. He shifted slightly, the wide, reinforced massage table creaking under his weight -- built for bodies slamming together, not for delicate treatment.

His hand drifted across his chest, idly tracing the path Fab's oiled hands had taken minutes earlier.

He didn't hide his arousal -- didn't even try.

The heavy, wet head of his cock twitched against his belly, angry and proud.

"Tempting," Jon said, voice like velvet dragged over stone. "But I want to wait. I want to watch Linda get the full experience first."

Fab's grin widened -- not disappointed, just glowing with shared anticipation. He reached for a fresh bottle of oil, warming it between his large, capable hands.

Linda rose in a slow stretch, her body catching every warm gleam of light. Her full, teardrop-shaped breasts shifted with the movement, the stiff peaks of her nipples brushing lightly against the air. She didn't rush.

She drank in the way Fab's dark eyes followed her -- the way Jon's breathing deepened.

She moved toward the table, lazy and regal, her bare feet silent against the polished wood floor.

The rain roared louder outside, as if trying to drown out the thick tension humming inside the villa.

Linda climbed onto the table and stretched out onto her belly, silver hair slipping free from her knot, a few strands curling against her flushed cheeks. The white gold of her belly chain and ankle bracelet caught the light as she moved -- a queen, dripping in sex and ease.

Fab approached, his hands slick with warm oil. He hesitated for just a second, looking down at her.

"You want me to remove the jewelry first?" he asked, voice thick with heat.

Linda smiled lazily, glancing at him over her shoulder.

"Work around it," she said. "I feel sexier wearing them. I made myself extra sexy for you today. I hope you noticed."

Fab let out a soft, awed laugh, rubbing oil between his hands.

"You're always sexy to me," he said, grinning. "I don't think you can be anything but sexy even if you try very hard."

Linda's voice turned teasing, wicked.

"The correct answer is: yes, I noticed that you are on fire for me, Linda. My heart is beating like a drum and I can't wait to fuck your brains out. Or maybe you're more in the mood for cock today? In that case, I'll get up and let my husband wreck your ass."

Fab laughed -- a bright, filthy, gorgeous sound -- and shook his head.

"Jesus, Linda," he said. "You know that my heart throbs for you. So does my cock."

She laughed back, lazy and pleased, resting her cheek on her folded arms as Fab began to work the oil into her shoulders, her back, her thighs.

Jon stayed reclined in a chair, arms folded behind his head, watching his wife with a lazy hunger that made Fab's pulse skip.

The rain outside became a deafening roar -- a wall of sound around their little pocket of golden light and heat.

Ding dong.

The doorbell shattered the heavy air like a slap.

All three froze for a beat.

Linda cursed softly under her breath, then laughed -- a low, rolling sound.

She glanced at Jon's cock -- still hard, still leaking -- and smirked.

"Guess I should get that," she murmured.

She wrapped a towel loosely around her hips and breasts -- more suggestion than cover -- and padded barefoot through the rich darkness of the house.

Water streamed down the tall windows as she moved, hips swaying under the damp fabric, droplets of oil catching the low light on her golden skin.

She reached the door. The cool brass handle bit into her hand.

Outside, the rain screamed down from the velvet-black sky.

Linda pulled the door open.

A blast of cool, rain-heavy air rushed into the house -- and standing there, dripping wet, trembling, wide-eyed with heartbreak and something deeper...

was Nina.

Jon and Linda's daughter.

2

When Linda pulled open the heavy front door, a blast of cold, wet air slammed into her bare skin. And there, framed in the doorway like a ghost from a half-forgotten dream, stood Nina.

Drenched to the bone.

Silver-blonde hair plastered to her flushed cheeks.

A white tank top clinging so tightly to her body it was almost obscene -- the soft weight of her big, beautiful breasts pressed against the fabric, nipples hard and desperate from the cold.

Her jeans molded her thighs like a second skin, every trembling curve visible.

But it wasn't her body that broke Linda's heart into jagged pieces.

It was her face.

Wide, broken blue-grey eyes, rimmed red from crying.

Mouth trembling. Arms crossed tight over her chest -- not to shield her body, but to hold herself together.

Linda's whole chest seized.

The flood of memories was instant.

Nina at fifteen, laughing wild in the sun.

At eighteen, fearless, stubborn, dreaming of love.

At twenty-four, walking down the aisle to Roger, blind and hopeful, despite everything.

And now, at thirty -- here she was. Shattered. Defenseless. Her bright spirit battered almost beyond recognition.

Linda's throat closed.

The ache inside her was volcanic -- a rage at Roger, at the world, and worst of all, at herself.

She should have fought harder. She should have protected her child better.

Without thinking, Linda stepped forward and crushed Nina into her arms.

The towel slung around her hips slipped and dropped to the floor -- forgotten. Linda wrapped herself around Nina, bare and golden and fierce, shielding her with her body, her warmth, her love.

Nina sobbed against her shoulder, clinging like a drowning girl.

"Oh sweetie," Linda whispered into the wet tangle of her hair. "You're home, baby."

She pulled her inside -- kicking the door closed behind them.

Without letting go of Nina, Linda quickly scooped up the towel from the floor, wrapping it loosely around her hips again with one hand.

She didn't even think about it -- modesty wasn't important between them -- but she wanted to make Nina feel more comfortable, more grounded.

The villa's warmth wrapped around them like a thick blanket -- golden light, the soft scent of oil and wax, a slow hum of music.

Linda led her into the kitchen, still holding her close, feeling every tremble.

Nina slumped into a chair -- wet clothes clinging mercilessly to her curves, nipples sharp against soaked cotton, thighs squeezing together unconsciously as she shivered.

Linda moved fast, grabbing the whiskey bottle and pouring a heavy shot.

Nina's hands shook as she took it -- downing half in a single gulp.

"I'm done," she rasped. "With Roger. With pretending. With being the fucking perfect wife to a soulless, cheating husband who doesn't even want me."

Tears slid down her cheeks -- hotter, harder.

"Mom! He's fucking his new secretary. Having the time of his life. And... I haven't even had a fucking orgasm in..."

She laughed, bitter and broken.

"I don't even remember what it feels like. I feel dead inside."

Linda's heart twisted brutally.

She crouched beside Nina again -- her hand wrapping around Nina's knee, squeezing firmly, anchoring her.

"You're not dead," Linda said fiercely. "You're still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. So full of love and passion."

Nina laughed again -- hollow, jagged -- and fished a slim metal cigarette case from the pocket of her soaked jeans. Her hands trembled as she flipped it open, pulling out a cigarette with careful fingers. She tried to light it, but the lighter slipped against her shaking thumb.

Without a word, Linda reached over -- steady, sure -- and took the lighter from her. She cupped her hand around the flame, shielding it from the draft, and lit the cigarette for Nina.

Smoke curled between them -- thick, blue, heavy with old ghosts.

"You quit years ago," Linda said softly, tucking a soaked strand of hair behind Nina's ear.

"So did you," Nina whispered back, her voice raw.

Linda just shrugged -- a shrug that said: I'd break every rule for you.

Nina took a long drag -- her shoulders finally, faintly relaxing -- tears still streaking her cheeks.

That was when Jon's voice floated down the hallway:

"Are you smoking, Linda? We went through hell to quit last time--"

He stepped into the kitchen doorway.

And stopped cold.

Nina looked up through the haze -- and time cracked open.

There he was.

Her father.

Naked.

Glorious.

His body loose and oiled from Fab's hands, muscles gleaming under the low lamps. His thick cock hanging heavy, half-hard, bobbing slightly with every slow breath.

For a heartbeat, no one moved.

Nina's cigarette slipped from her fingers -- forgotten.

Her breath hitched -- sharp and helpless.

A brutal shock of heat tore through her -- thighs clenching, pussy pulsing violently, nipples tightening harder against the soaked cotton of her top.

Something deep inside her broke and bloomed all at once -- a thundering, terrifying hunger she hadn't felt in years.

Love. Awe. Lust. Confusion.

All crashing together in one shattering heartbeat.

She couldn't look away.

Couldn't breathe.

Jon, frozen mid-step -- blinking, flushed -- realized too late.

Nina gave a shaky, nervous little laugh.

"Hi, Daddy," she said breathlessly. "I'm... sorry, I didn't know you guys were in the middle of... you know..."

Jon flushed deeper -- a warm, helpless red creeping up his neck.

"Shit -- sorry, honey," he muttered, finally realizing his nakedness. "I forgot -- I'll go grab something."

He turned awkwardly to retreat.

But Linda's voice cut through the heavy air -- low, honey-thick, wickedly proud.

"Stay."

Jon froze -- looked at her -- then at Nina -- then back at Linda.

Linda smiled -- slow, indulgent, full of molten approval.

"You're making her forget her troubles."

Jon hesitated -- then slowly leaned against the doorframe -- letting her look, letting her feel.

Nina's throat bobbed as she swallowed hard.

Her body thrummed -- every nerve ending awake, hungry, desperate.

Between her legs, she could feel the flood beginning -- a pulse so raw and sharp it almost hurt.

Tears still blurred her vision, but underneath them, a wicked, forbidden need was being born.

Linda saw it all.

And her heart -- fierce and aching -- sang silently:

Good girl. Feel again. Come back to life.

Then Fab appeared.

Caramel brown skin.

Playful, wicked smile.

Tight white shorts barely containing the heavy bulge between his thighs.

Nina's mouth fell open slightly.

The air around her shimmered with shock and awe.

Linda laughed -- low, rich, thrilling.

"We were just having a little fun before you showed up," she said, smoothing her hand over Nina's wet hair. "Your father just finished a massage. I was about to get mine."

Nina tried to find words -- but none came.

Fab's smile could have melted stone.

"You," Linda purred, voice deep and dangerous, "are in exactly the right place at the right time."

She offered her hand -- slow, sure, steady.

Nina stared -- heart hammering --

then slid her trembling fingers into Linda's without hesitation.

Together they walked toward the massage room --

leaving whiskey, smoke, and sorrow behind.

Ahead was only heat.

Only touch.

Rebirth.

3

The massage room was thick with heat -- candles burning low, oil glistening on the wide, reinforced table. Soft music throbbed low under the steady hammer of the rain against the windows.

Linda led Nina in by the hand. Jon followed close behind, muscles loose, cock heavy between his thighs. Fab drifted in last, still wearing his tight white shorts, the thick bulge swinging as he walked.

Nina stumbled slightly -- barefoot, soaked clothes clinging to her trembling body. Her white tank top hugged the heavy swell of her breasts, nipples stiff and begging through the thin, soaked fabric. Her jeans clung mercilessly to her thighs, outlining every lush, trembling curve.

She stood there -- shivering, dripping, heart pounding, staring at the three glowing, powerful figures around her.

Linda turned to face her -- smiling, wicked and warm, her eyes molten with love.

"You're safe here," Linda whispered, stepping closer. "You don't have to hide anymore."

Nina's throat bobbed -- lips parting -- unsure, overwhelmed, trembling. Linda cupped her wet cheek, her thumb brushing slow across Nina's burning skin.

"Let us take care of you," she said, softer now.

Nina whimpered -- a sound barely more than breath. Linda moved first. She grasped the hem of Nina's soaked tank top and began to lift, slow and careful. The fabric clung stubbornly -- sliding wetly up over Nina's full breasts -- nipples scraping hard against the cotton as it rose.

Nina gasped -- face flaming, body flushing -- but she didn't pull away. Linda peeled the tank over her head, tossing it aside.

Nina's breasts bounced free -- huge, ripe, glistening -- nipples hard, aching, desperate for touch.

Jon stepped closer, breathing hard. His cock twitched, heavy and urgent. He dropped to his knees in front of his daughter without a word -- hands sliding up her slick thighs, squeezing gently, worshipfully. He undid the button of her soaked jeans -- the snap popping, the zipper dragging slow and low -- then murmured,

"So beautiful, sweetheart... let us see you... let us make you whole again."

Nina whimpered -- her hands fluttering helplessly at her sides. Jon peeled the jeans down her hips -- tender, slow -- revealing her bare pussy. No panties!

Smooth. Shaved. The soft mound gleaming in the candlelight. Pink, swollen lips glistening with slick. A tiny flushed clit peeking out, already throbbing.

The jeans clung to her thighs -- Jon had to tug harder -- and when they slid free, Nina stumbled forward, naked and trembling, into Linda's waiting arms.

Linda caught her easily -- holding her close, stroking her soaked hair, kissing her temple.

"It's okay, baby," Linda murmured, voice rich and thick. "You deserve to be taken care of. Just breathe. We're all naked now."

She looked at Fab -- who grinned and, without a word, stripped off his shorts. His body was pure heat -- brown skin, rippling muscles, black tattoos winding across his chest and arms. His cock swung free -- thick, long, heavy -- precum glistening at the wide head.

Nina's legs wobbled under her. Another rush of slick flooded her cunt -- leaking helplessly down her inner thighs. Linda felt it -- saw it -- and smiled with fierce, maternal pride.

"Look at you," she whispered. "Already so wet for us. So ready."

They took their time drying her -- loving her.

Linda started with a thick towel -- stroking slow, careful lines over Nina's arms, her back, her shoulders. Jon moved lower -- drying her thighs, her calves, her feet -- his touch big and warm and impossibly gentle.

When Linda dragged the towel across Nina's breasts, the roughness made Nina gasp -- nipples stiffening even harder under the stroke.

"You're perfect," Linda whispered into her ear. "Every inch of you. Made to be loved."

When Jon dried the insides of her thighs, his knuckles brushed against the slick folds of her cunt -- and Nina whimpered -- hips jerking, thighs parting shyly.

"You're so beautiful," Jon rumbled lowly, pride thick in his voice. "Let us worship you properly, baby."

Linda tossed the towel aside -- no more barriers -- and cupped Nina's heavy tits in both hands. She lifted them -- squeezed -- thumbs flicking lightly over the hard, aching nipples.

Nina cried out -- hips jolting.

But then Linda paused -- her mouth hovering just above one flushed, swollen nipple.

"Does it feel good when I touch you like this?" she asked gently, brushing her thumb along the curve of Nina's breast.

"Yes," Nina whispered, trembling.

Linda stroked her cheek. "Would you like me to do more? Keep loving you like this? Make you feel good?"

Nina nodded -- eyes wide, breath shaking.

"I can stop if it's too much," Linda said softly, searching her face.

"No," Nina breathed. "I want it. I want you. I want Daddy. Your touch feels so good. So loving. Do whatever you want with me."

Only then did Linda lean in -- and lovingly, latched onto one aching nipple with her mouth.

Gentle. Hot, wet. She sucked on her daughter's swollen nipple tenderly -- tongue flicking slowly over the tip -- drawing out long, ragged moans from Nina's trembling mouth.

Nina's legs spread wider. Her slick cunt flexed helplessly, leaking down her thighs.

Jon rose to his feet -- stroking himself slow and heavy -- his eyes dark with hunger. Fab approached the table -- his hands glistening with oil. He smiled -- warm, tender, commanding.

"Come here, beautiful," he murmured. "Let me make you feel good."

Nina barely noticed herself being guided onto the table -- she floated, dizzy and desperate, wrapped in golden heat.

Her heavy breasts quivered with every breath. Her nipples were swollen, shiny with Linda's spit. Her cunt was dripping, glistening, needy -- a mess of slick and hunger.

She whimpered as she lay back -- thighs falling open. Fab's hands started slow -- massaging her shoulders, her arms, her back -- his touch firm, confident, breathtaking.

Linda stayed close -- stroking Nina's hair, whispering low and dirty into her ear,

"You're doing so good, baby girl... So beautiful like this... We're going to love you so much it hurts..."

When Fab's hands slid lower -- to her mons, her thighs, the slick heat of her cunt -- Nina moaned out loud, hips lifting off the table.

Linda bent down again -- dragging her tongue wetly across one aching nipple -- then latched on hard. She sucked. Firm. Greedy.

Nina screamed.

Fab's hand slipped between her thighs -- two thick fingers sliding through the dripping folds -- circling her swollen clit.

Nina shattered.

She came with a ragged, broken sob -- body thrashing violently on the table. Slick sprayed across Fab's hand, her thighs, the warm leather. Her hands clawed helplessly at the sheets, at Linda's hair, at the air itself.

Her cunt spasmed -- wild, hungry, desperate -- soaking everything.

Linda kissed her through it -- her mouth everywhere -- licking, sucking, murmuring,

"Good girl... that's it, let it out... let it all out..."

Jon leaned in too -- stroking Nina's shaking leg, his voice rough with pride,

"That's it, beautiful... feel everything... my sweet baby."

Nina collapsed back -- sobbing, trembling, reborn under their hands.

Linda kissed her mouth -- deep and messy -- then whispered against her lips,

"Your new life starts now, baby. This... this is only the beginning."

4

Nina lay trembling on the massage table, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, chest heaving, her soaked cunt twitching helplessly in the candlelit heat. Linda cupped her face gently, her thumb brushing over Nina's trembling lips.

"You okay, baby?" she whispered.

Nina nodded, desperate, broken, wanting. Linda smiled -- dark, wicked, proud. "You want more?"

Nina swallowed, her voice cracking apart. "More... please..."

Linda kissed her slow and deep, their mouths tangling, messy, wet with need, then pulled back with a molten look in her eyes. "You're about to get everything you deserve, my beautiful girl."

Fab stepped forward immediately, grabbing Nina's hips in his big, oiled hands and dragging her down the massage table in one rough, fluid motion. Nina gasped, her ass hanging off the edge now, legs sliding apart from the endless wetness pouring out of her. Linda moved quickly, lifting Nina's upper body, propping her up onto her elbows, tilting her flushed, dazed face perfectly.

"You're going to watch everything," Linda whispered in her ear, voice dark and loving. "You're going to see what real real lust looks like. He wants you. Give yourself to him."

Fab stood tall between Nina's trembling thighs, his thick cock leaking precum in heavy, glistening drops. Jon moved in too, his body slick with sweat and oil, his cock throbbing violently. Their eyes met, grins blooming, a slow, electric tension between them, and without hesitation, they crashed together in a brutal, hungry kiss. It was filthy -- tongues tangling, mouths crushing, cocks grinding against oiled skin.

Nina whimpered, hips jerking, her eyes wide as she watched the two beautiful men devour each other. Jon grabbed the back of Fab's neck, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper, rougher, grinding his cock against Fab's abs. Fab moaned into Jon's mouth, then without warning, dropped to his knees and swallowed Jon's cock deep into his throat.

Nina's breath broke apart, a sharp, desperate sob tearing from her chest. She covered her mouth with her hand for a second, staring, helpless, stunned. Then she whispered, voice cracking, trembling, "Oh Daddy... you're a naughty man... I can't believe it... my own dad... oh God..."

Jon looked at her, grinning through the flush on his cheeks. "You don't like it, honey?" he teased, voice low, rough with pleasure.

Nina shook her head fast, wide-eyed, breathless. "No, Daddy... I love it. It's so beautiful. You're so beautiful. You're a real man... confident... strong... opposite of Roger. He would never -- he'd be disgusted by this. He always talked shit about anything remotely like this. Like it offended him to his core."

Linda stroked Nina's hair, smiling warmly, a fierce light in her eyes. "Maybe he secretly wants it," she said with a soft, wicked laugh. "Maybe he's just too much of a coward to admit it."

She bent close, whispering against Nina's ear, purring, "Let's not waste another breath on that piece of crap. Enjoy your daddy's presence. Enjoy these beautiful men. Enjoy everything you deserve."

Nina's heart slammed inside her chest, her pussy leaking uncontrollably onto the table, hot and sticky and wild. Fab's mouth worked greedily on Jon's cock, sucking, slurping, moaning. Jon fisted Fab's hair, thrusting slowly, groaning deep in his chest.

Linda kissed Nina's temple, murmuring, "Look how beautiful they are, baby... No shame. No hiding. Just love."

Jon's hips stuttered, his face twisting in a raw, broken groan, and with a savage grunt, he came. Thick, hot ropes of cum splashed across Fab's face, striping his cheeks, his lips, dripping onto his chest. Fab moaned, stroking himself, shuddering as Jon painted him. Nina whimpered, watching, aching, dizzy with need.

Fab rose, slow and wicked, cum dripping down his honey-burnished skin, his tattoos gleaming with it. He stepped between Nina's spread thighs without hesitation, his soaked cock bobbing heavy and hard.

And then he leaned down and kissed her. Hard. Messy. Devastating.

Nina gasped, then moaned, then surrendered completely, tasting her father's cum on Fab's lips, feeling the heat and the hunger pouring into her. Fab pulled back, panting, grinning wickedly. He grabbed Nina's ankles, lifting them high and wide, spreading her completely open for him. Her pink, flushed cunt twitched and leaked obscenely, begging.

Nina cried out, overwhelmed, exposed, soaking. Linda stepped in, smirking darkly, and wrapped her small, elegant hand around Fab's thick, leaking cock. She stroked him slow, filthy, smearing slick and cum all over the heavy shaft. The broad head rubbed up and down against Nina's soaked folds, spreading her open, teasing her entrance.

Linda leaned close again, her voice a low, molten purr. "Feel that, baby? That's what you deserve. That's what you've always deserved."

Nina sobbed, hips lifting, body frantic and desperate. Linda smirked, guiding Fab's cock down, pressing the fat, throbbing head right against Nina's dripping cunt.

"Let him in, baby," Linda purred, her voice dark and filthy. "Feel his big, black cock stretch you open. Let him show you what a real man feels like."

Fab pushed forward, thick, slow, brutal, stretching Nina wide open. She cried out, a high, broken sound, as he sank deeper, inch by thick inch, until his hips pressed flush to hers, his cock buried completely inside her spasming cunt.

Linda grinned and gently tilted Nina's head down. "Look at it, baby," she whispered, filthy and tender. "Look how fucking beautiful you are... That thick, perfect cock wrecking your sweet, perfect cunt."

Nina sobbed helplessly, eyes glued to the obscene sight, as Fab began to move. Long, slow, deep strokes, grinding into her trembling body, rocking the table, rocking her very soul. And Nina let herself go -- completely.

5

Nina lay trembling, floating in the aftermath of her orgasm, the world spinning in slow, golden circles. Her body was slick with sweat and pleasure, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in soft, broken gasps.

Fab had stepped aside, wiping his glistening cock with a towel, a tender smile on his face. He stayed close, watching, protective but giving her space to breathe.

Nina blinked up through the haze -- and found Jon.

He was gloriously, impossibly hard -- his thick cock flushed and leaking, defying reason. The sight of him -- strong, ready, waiting for her -- made her whole body clench with a desperate, aching need she hadn't even realized she still had.

Jon's chest heaved with every breath, the muscles in his arms and belly flexing subtly as he fought to hold himself back. His eyes locked with hers -- raw, open, trembling with something deeper than lust.

Linda followed Nina's gaze and smiled -- slow, molten, full of fierce pride and love.

Linda stroked Nina's damp hair, her eyes molten, her voice low and thick with love. "Oh, baby," she whispered, "Your father loves you so much." Nina whimpered, her whole body shuddering. Linda kissed her brow, brushing away the sweat and tears. "He and I spent long sleepless nights talking about you," Linda whispered fiercely. "How much we hurt for you... how badly we wanted to save you."

Nina sobbed, her chest heaving. Linda cupped her cheeks -- firm, steady -- and kissed her deep. "He loves you so much, baby."

She pulled back, holding Nina's face between her palms, breathing her in. "Do you want me to put him inside you?"

Nina's answer broke out raw and immediate: "Yes," she gasped. "Please... Mommy... Daddy... please. Yes."

Jon stepped forward, his cock leaking heavily against Nina's slick belly, his muscles trembling with emotion. Linda reached down -- her hand shaking visibly -- and wrapped her fingers around her husband's thick, pulsing shaft.

Even Linda, so confident, so dominant, was overwhelmed by the gravity of this moment. Slowly, reverently, she dragged Jon's fat cock through their daughter's soaking, gaping slit, smearing her slick, their shared sweat, and need everywhere. She pressed the swollen head to Nina's entrance -- both of them gasping, bodies shivering -- then looked into Nina's eyes.

"Feel him, baby," Linda whispered. "Feel his heart through his cock. Feel it with your beautiful pussy." Linda pushed Jon's thick crown inside Nina's trembling body, slow, steady, devastating.

Nina sobbed aloud -- not just from the stretch, but from the sheer tidal wave of love crashing through her.

"I feel it," Nina cried. "I feel it... so much love..."

Jon's breath hitched, his hands shaking as he grabbed Nina's ankles, holding her wide open for him.

"I love you, Daddy," Nina gasped, tears flooding her cheeks. "I've watched you with Mom... the way you love her... endless... beautiful... I've never had that with anyone..."

Jon pushed deeper, his cock sinking inch by trembling inch into his beautiful daughter's soaked, clenching pussy.

Nina clung to him, wild and shaking, pouring her broken heart into every word. "Give it to me Daddy," she sobbed. "With your cock. Show me. You're the kindest, most beautiful man I know. Love me the way you love Mommy."

Jon's face crumpled, emotion tearing him wide open. He thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt inside her trembling body, and let out a ragged, broken sob.

"I love you, sweetie," he choked out, forehead pressed to hers, his body trembling against her. "I've always loved you."

Their tears mixed, their breath tangled, their bodies fused. Linda kissed Nina's temple, her voice thick with emotion, still guiding her: "This is so beautiful. Feel it, baby. Every inch of him. Every heartbeat."

Jon moved inside Nina -- slow, loving, devastating -- each thrust full of raw, endless love. Nina arched into him, overwhelmed, sobbing openly, shattering beautifully. "My own dad," she cried out, voice cracking apart. "My beautiful Daddy... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me, beautiful Daddy!"

Jon answered with his body, fucking her deep, slow, shaking with the force of everything pouring out of him. Linda stroked Nina's mons and belly, feeling every clench, every pulse, whispering filthy love into her ear: "Look how you take him, baby. Look at your beautiful pussy gripping his cock. Look how much he loves you."

Linda leaned down, her lips brushing Nina's gasping mouth, and spat a thick, wet gob of saliva into her open mouth. "Swallow, baby," she purred. Nina obeyed instantly, swallowing it down like holy water, moaning into Linda's kiss.

Jon thrust deeper, his cock twitching violently, and Nina shattered again.

Her orgasm tore through her, a wild, brutal explosion, slick gushing out in desperate, messy waves. Jon pulled back at the last second, Nina's squirt shooting high, splattering across his cock, his chest, soaking Linda's belly and thighs. Nina sobbed, broken, radiant, utterly undone, drowning in love, lust, surrender.

6

Nina lay trembling on the massage table--her body wrecked, glistening with sweat and slick and love. Her chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, eyes glassy, limbs boneless.

Linda leaned close, stroking the sweat-matted hair from Nina's forehead, her voice low, coaxing, "Hold your legs up for me, beautiful."

Nina blinked, dazed, then slowly, obediently, slipped her hands behind her knees--lifting her trembling legs up, spreading herself wide, baring her pussy completely.

Linda stayed close, one hand at the small of Nina's back, supporting her, making sure she wouldn't collapse. "Good girl," Linda whispered, kissing Nina's damp temple.

Nina's pink, soaked cunt twitched in the air--gaping, drooling--beautiful and raw and waiting.

Fab stepped forward first, his thick, veiny black cock slick with precum, still shining with Nina's juices. Jon moved in behind him--his own cock still very hard, thick and angry--and reached around Fab's hips, grabbing Fab's cock in his strong fist. He stroked him--slow and filthy--aiming his slick shaft at Nina's exposed, trembling pussy.

Fab groaned, his abs tightening--and then he came.

Thick, hot ropes of cum sprayed from Fab's cock--heavy, messy, glorious--splattering across Nina's soft belly, dripping down her mound, pooling around her soaked clit.

The first spurt hit high, smearing her navel. The next landed lower--thick stripes across her flushed mound. More followed--leaking down, glistening across her swollen, leaking lips.

Nina whimpered, low and broken, feeling the heat, feeling herself loved and marked.

Fab staggered back, gasping, his cock still twitching, dripping.

Jon stepped up immediately, stroking himself hard, his breath ragged, eyes locked on his daughter's exhausted, glistening body.

Linda leaned close to Nina's ear, her voice a wicked, proud purr. "Take it all, baby. Let your Daddy bless you too."

Nina sobbed and nodded--trembling, wide open, begging for it.

Jon groaned--and his orgasm tore through him. Heavy spurts of cum splashed across Nina's already soaked pussy and belly, painting her clit, her mound, her trembling thighs.

By the time he finished, Nina's entire lower body gleamed--slick, dripping, shining with all of their love and lust.

The smell of sex filled the air--thick, heavy, sacred.

Linda smiled slowly--molten, teasing, tender--and stroked Nina's trembling thigh with lazy fingers.

"Ooh, look at this mess, baby," Linda purred, voice rich with wicked affection. "Such a beautiful mess. I think you need your mother to clean you up."

Nina's lips parted, a trembling gasp escaping her throat.

Linda leaned in closer, her breath hot against Nina's ear. "Would you like that, my sweet girl?" she whispered. "Would you like your mommy to take care of you?"

Nina's voice cracked apart, desperate, broken: "Yes... yes, Mommy... please..."

Linda's heart throbbed with wild pride. She kissed Nina's damp forehead, her trembling shoulder, her messy, glistening belly.

"Ooh, you sweet, perfect thing," Linda crooned. "My precious baby. I'll take care of you. I'll clean every inch of you, my love."

She signaled gently, and Fab and Jon stepped in again--one on either side, grabbing Nina's ankles, spreading her wide, holding her open like a sacred offering.

Linda sank down between her thighs, lowering herself onto a cushioned stool, face level with Nina's drenched, sticky, perfect pussy.

She licked her lips, eyes glowing with hunger and worship.

Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue slow and filthy up Nina's soaked slit.

Nina screamed, a high, desperate sound, as Linda licked, kissed, devoured her without mercy.

Linda's tongue lapped at every drop of Fab's cum, Jon's cum, Nina's slick--worshiping every swollen, quivering inch of her trembling body.

She tongued deep inside Nina, moaning, savoring, then flicked and swirled around her clit until Nina writhed under her mouth.

Nina bucked, hips jerking, sobbing in helpless pleasure.

Linda didn't stop.

She licked, kissed, sucked, worshiped with every slow, sacred second.

When Nina started trembling violently, thighs clamping around Linda's golden hair, Linda moaned louder and dug in deeper.

Nina sobbed--and then her body locked up.

She squirted, a wild gush of hot slick shooting into Linda's open, waiting mouth.

Linda drank it down--laughing, moaning, swallowing everything Nina gave her--savoring her beautiful, messy, broken girl.

More squirt followed, splashing Linda's cheeks, soaking her.

Linda licked and swallowed every drop, refusing to waste a single offering from her love.

Finally, Nina collapsed back onto the table--utterly destroyed, utterly adored.

Linda rose slowly--her face slick and shining--and kissed the insides of Nina's trembling thighs tenderly.

"My beautiful girl," she whispered against her skin. "My perfect little love. You're ours. You're home."

7

Nina lay boneless on the massage table, her body trembling, shining with sweat, slick, and love. Tears clung to her lashes -- not from pain -- but from overwhelming, shattering joy.

Linda leaned over her, eyes molten with pride and love, and kissed her damp forehead tenderly.

Gently, Linda and Jon helped her sit up -- Nina gasping, trembling, the world spinning around her. Her legs slid off the side of the table, bare feet finding the cool floor, but when she tried to stand, her knees buckled immediately. Jon caught her effortlessly, strong arms wrapping around her waist. Linda slipped under her other arm, holding her steady.

"Easy," Jon murmured, kissing her temple. "You don't have to do anything alone anymore," Linda whispered against her ear.

They walked her slowly out of the massage room, supporting her weight between them, her arms around their shoulders. Nina stumbled a little, wobbly as a newborn deer -- legs slick with their combined love, thighs still trembling from aftershocks. The villa was dim and warm, the rain still hissing softly against the windows, distant thunder rumbling low. They moved through the quiet house, through the golden light, toward the master bedroom.

The bedroom was a sanctuary -- soft lamps casting a low, golden glow. The huge bed was turned down -- thick white sheets, heavy blankets. Fluffy towels lay ready at the foot of the bed.

Jon guided Nina to the edge of the mattress, helping her sit down, then lowering her gently onto the sheets. Linda knelt by the bed, grabbing a thick, warm towel, and handed it to Jon with a soft smile.

Jon kissed Nina's knee, then began to dry her tenderly, reverently. Slow strokes -- soaking up the sweat, the cum, the slick. Every inch of her body was worshiped under his careful hands -- belly, thighs, calves, arms, breasts. Between each pass of the towel, Jon pressed soft kisses against her skin -- her kneecap, her bellybutton, the soft inner slope of her hip.

Nina whimpered softly, floating, drifting -- soaked not in sex anymore, but in love.

When she was dry, Linda slipped onto the bed beside her, gathering Nina gently into her arms, cradling her against her bare chest. Nina folded against her naturally -- small, trusting, undone. Linda stroked her hair -- long, slow sweeps -- whispering soft nothings into her ear. "My sweet girl..." "My brave, beautiful love..." "You're perfect now. You're home."

Slowly, Linda shifted, guiding Nina's flushed, tear-streaked face against her chest. Her hand cupped the heavy weight of her own breast, lowering it carefully, until her stiff, sensitive nipple brushed against Nina's parted lips.

Nina whimpered -- without thinking, without hesitation -- and latched on. Her mouth closed over Linda's nipple, suckling softly, soothingly -- seeking comfort, seeking love, seeking something primal and endless. Linda moaned softly, rocking Nina gently against her body, stroking her hair, her shoulders. "There you go, baby," Linda whispered, voice thick with tears. "Let Mommy take care of you."

Jon and Fab moved closer, settling on either side of the bed, their bodies warm and strong and silent. They watched, smiling, proud, as Nina suckled Linda's nipple like a starving thing finally fed.

Soft noises filled the room -- the slow, wet sounds of her mouth, the rustle of sheets, the low hum of Linda's voice. The storm outside softened to a gentle whisper, the villa holding them in a cocoon of heat, safety, love.

Nina's breathing slowed, her body relaxing fully, melting into Linda's arms. Linda kissed the crown of her head, then her temple, then whispered against her hair: "You're reborn now, my sweet girl." Jon leaned in, kissed Nina's cheek, Fab's hand resting warmly on her calf. "You're loved," Jon whispered. "You're perfect," Fab murmured.

Nina whimpered around Linda's nipple, eyes fluttering closed, a small, broken sob escaping her chest.

"I know honey," Linda purred softly. "Mommy knows. She loves you. Go to sleep if you want."

In her sleep, Nina dreamed of joy.

Of beauty.

Of love.