Going Nova - S01 E32

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Going Nova - S01 E32

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32

Introduction:

I promised sex last time, and sex you shall have. All participants in this story no younger than 18 years of age.

Upstairs, Brie sat in front of a mirror and combed the knots out of her hair. It was still ratty from her time in the water. Meanwhile, Elsle dug through Brie's messy closet, seeing what she could procure from her friend's wardrobe. Neither of them had yet dressed. Elsie pulled out a white teeshirt that was two sizes too big for either of them. The shirt said "Bye hater" on it.

"OMG," Elsie said, "Remember when you wore this all the time?"

Brie rolled her eyes at the oversized garment. "Yesss, thought I was so hip-hop back then."

"Brie, hip-hop is the last thing you'll ever be," Elsie teased. She pulled the shirt on and flipped her hair out of it. She posed cheekily.

Brie gave her a once-over, "You wear it better than I ever did. I bet even Mia would approve."

Elsie lit up at the suggestion. She twisted in the mirror, smoothing the shirt down her body as she examined her figure. It came down just over her butt. "You think so?"

"You can have it, if you want."

"Really? You don't want it?"

"Nah, I just use it as a night shirt anyway. Something to sleep in."

A lightbulb went off in Elsie's head, "Oh yeah, you know what we should do tonight? We should have a sleepover! I thought of it when I was getting my swimming suit, so I packed an extra outfit in my duffel bag, just in case."

"That sounds fun! I'll ask my parents over dinner."

Just then, Warrick called from downstairs, "Dinner's ready!"

"We're coming!" Brie called back.

Elsie giggled and then moaned pornographically, feigning masturbation, "We're cumming." Brie frowned and smacked her friend on the shoulder, which made Elsie laugh even harder.

Brie quickly finished getting ready, leaving her bikini top on and slipping back into her gray sweatpants. Elsie reached under the oversized shirt and untied one side of her bottoms. "Guess I don't need these on anymore. She released the strands, winking at Brie as they slid down her leg and she stepped out. Brie inhaled deeply, pushing back against a nervous sensation flooding her chest. They headed down the stairs to dinner.

Over dinner, Brie put in her request for the sleepover.

"I don't know," said Warrick, "I was kind of hoping for a quiet everning. He flung his head in Elsie's general direction.

Elsie pleaded, "Pleeease, Warrick." And then in a whisper, "I promise I'll be quiet."

"Don't you girls have school in the morning?"

Brie countered, "No, tomorrow's Sunday. And besides, you and mom had Ivy sleep over on Thursday, and that's a school night."

Warrick shot a glance at his wife, who gave a smirking nod of admission back. This was the first they knew that Brie had overheard the friend and junior coworker of Hazel's. "True,” Warrick conceded, "But we're adults and we get to break the rules."

Brie turned to Hazel, "Please, mommy?"

"Please!" echoed Elsie.

"It's up to your father."

Not wanting to be the villain, Warrick finally relented with a sigh, much to the girls' excitement and also to the detriment of his eardrums. After they finished eating, the girls cleared the table and Hazel started on the dishes.

Warrick herded them into the family room. "You girls want to

watch a movie or play a game?"

"No, let's play the Nintendo," Elsie replied.

"Okay, I'll get it set up." Warrick flicked the remote and turned on the television. He pulled out a vintage Nintendo console and popped in the the third Super Mario Bros. game. Being as it was an older system, the length of the cables prevented whomever had the controller to sit on the couch and play at the same time, so the player had to sit in the middle of the room.

Elsie was up first. She sat down, cross-legged on the carpet and started plugging away at the first level. "These graphics are so old!" she giggled.

"This is a classic game," Warrick retorted, finding a seat on the couch. "They did amazing things with the technology for the time."

"Still, doesn't change how old it is, hah!"

Warrick was unable to argue her point.

Meanwhile, Brie sat on the couch next to her father. As they both looked on, watching Elsie's progress, Warrick lazily rubbed his daughter's back with one hand. Brie felt both comforted and relaxed by its presence on the bare parts of her back. It kind of tickled, and goosebumps rose up. She shivered and sighed deeply.

Warrick noticed her breathing and felt sudden clarity in his actions, realizing that his absent-minded stroking might be having real implications for his daughter's sensitive nerve endings. He stopped and patted her on the shoulder, resting his hand there.

Brie didn't want the feeling to stop, though, so she turned to him, flashing a smile, and quietly said, "Daddy, that feels good. Keep doing it."

Warrick was unsure that it would be wise to honor her request, but he was too charmed by her impish smile to fight it and again began to lightly rub her back and shoulders. He figured he could send her up to her room if her new, erotic tendencies began to get out of hand.

But Brie was trying her hardest to stay extra-engaged with the game on the TV. She didn't want to be banished to her room, she just wanted to enjoy herself. She pushed back against the warm feelings she was harboring in her belly.