Emily continued her admonishment, "But you can't cheat. You have to get permission from everybody involved before you make a move like that. You don't have the experience to understand how you hurt people when you cheat."
Nat sniffled, and her voice quavered. "Okay," she said sadly.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Nat sniffled again and nodded.
"What am I saying?" Emily challenged.
The girl stared at the hand on her thigh. It was smooth and warm, yet she felt pinned by Emily all the same. She was trapped. "I shouldn't have had sex with Adrian. I'm really sorry, though. It won't happen again!"
"No, Nat, that's not what I said." Emily brushed her thumb over the girl's thigh affectionately. "You can have sex with him, but you should have talked with me about it first."
Nat suddenly looked up at Emily. "I can—?" She stopped short.
Emily nodded. Nat wiped her eyes and blushed, fidgeting in her seat. She didn't want to say anything for fear that the woman would reverse her decision. She still didn't believe it was true.
"Truce?" Emily asked.
"O—okay," Nat could only reply. A relieved smirk cracked on her face.
"Good," Emily smiled. "Now, what do you think about having another sleepover next weekend?"
Nat looked into Emily's eyes with restrained enthusiasm. "Really?"
Emily nodded.
The little girl's mind flooded with all of the new possibilities that had opened up for her over the past weekend and fantasized about what that might mean for her next weekend. Still, she chose to play it simple. "I can't wait! We're going to have so much fun! We can go to the park, and to Trampoline World, and maybe get some more clothes at the mall, and—"
Emily chuckled. "Okay, okay, don't make too many plans. Leave some room for surprises. Now, go on and get out of here."
Nat reached for the door handle, but once again she felt an arresting squeeze on her thigh.
"One more thing, baby." Emily leaned across to the passenger seat and brought her face in close to Nat's. She brought her lips in and tenderly kissed the girl on the forehead. Nat's heart leapt at the warm softness of the older woman's lips, and she froze in place. Emily pulled back slightly but nodded in again, touching the girl with her nose, dragging it down to her face. It tickled Nat, and she turned to let Emily kiss her again on the cheek. Emily could smell the salty tear streaks.
The young girl's breath trembled and again, Emily went in for a kiss, diving in to give a nibble on the side of her neck. Nat took in a sharp breath. Goosebumps formed on her neck and shoulders, and she felt her tiny nipples harden beneath her bikini top. Then she turned and leaned in for a kiss all her own, right on Emily's lips, just as she had seen Isla do. Her best friend's mother gave a tiny moan. The moment didn't last long, but it sealed their truce.
Emily broke away, her face hot and blushing. She eked out a quavering breath and released her grip on the girl's leg. "Okay, now you can go."
Nat sighed, smiling, her own face reddening, and opened the door. "Emily, you're so cool," she said, waving and skipping up the walkway to her house.
Emily waved in return, smiling to herself, then put the car in gear and drove away.
Nat reached her front door, dreaming of the week to come. Just when she was about to turn the handle, it swung open before her and she nearly stumbled into her older sister, Rory, who spoke sternly: "What in the heck?!" Nat stared at her sister like a deer in headlights. "Grace told me Elle was jacking off in public again today."
"I dunno," Nat dodged, "I didn't see it."
"You were there, right?" It was more of a statement than a question. Rory knew that the two best friends were inseparable on the weekends.
Nat shrugged.
"You were there. Grace said that you were."
"So?" Nat retorted.
"So, you didn't see? I wanna know what happened! How did you get that job, anyway? Grace said you were good. Is that why you're wearing a bathing suit? Is that why it's new? Did you buy it? Did they let you keep it?" Rory barraged her younger sister with questions faster than the poor girl could keep up with answers.
Nat just nodded, a sly grin on her face. "I got another gig coming up, too."
"But, how?" Rory demanded loudly.
"Chill out, Ro," Nat hushed. "I don't want mom and dad to find out. They'll flip."
"Loud Little Natalie Thompson is telling someone else to be quiet?" Rory teased. "Fine, come inside and tell me everything."
"I will. Just keep quiet. If you can manage that, Elle even showed me a few new tricks I learned that we can, um, try out tonight." Nat's eyes flitted side-to-side, and then she added, "Together."
Rory's eyes widened and her cheeks blushed at their tradition of masturbating together, sister and sister. She wondered what new thing Nat had in store for her.
———
Adrian shut the door behind his wife as she herded Nat to the car. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, and he was sweating nervously. Emily told him to 'take care' of their daughter, and he knew exactly what she meant.
He was to have sex with her and open her girlish world to a new, erotic landscape. Furthermore, he was to cum inside his own child's pussy, as a last ditch effort to "reset" her deviant, uninhibited, cum-crazed sexuality, to a hopefully more traditional and stable Elle, with a newly awoken, yet restrained, sexual mindset.
Instinctively, he peered up the stairs, toward her bedroom, picturing her small form napping in her single bed. He then set about drawing the blinds on the first level of the house, darkening it considerably. He knew he would not be downstairs while he executed his wife's taboo request, but it made him feel a little bit safer from the prying eyes of neighbors and passers by.
He sat for a short while in the kitchen contemplating the act he was about to commit, and then decided to try one last hail-Mary that would turn him from the immoral path his wife had set him upon. He pulled out his phone and dialed the pediatrician's office. It was a Sunday, so he knew it would be closed, but he wanted to exhaust every possibility he could to prove he had done due diligence.
Surprisingly, Dr. Elias answered the line.
"Hello?"
Adrian cleared his throat. "Oh, hello Dr. Elias. I didn't expect to get you this late on a Sunday."
"Oh, yeah, had to run to the office and take care of some X-rays and just got sucked into the work," he chuckled. "What's going on? Running in to any problems with Elle?"
"No, no," Adrian lied, "Everything's been going great. But, well, Elle is out of medicine and I wanted to see if I could use something else instead."
"Out of medicine already?" Dr. Elias asked.
"Yes, she spilled it last night." Adrian nervously cleared his throat again. "Can I ask, what's the generic version? Maybe I could pick some up at the drug store."
There was a long silence, and finally Dr. Elias responded. "No. No, I'm afraid it's a prescription formula only. You won't be able to buy this over the counter."
Adrian silently cursed himself, unsure what to say next. Finally he blurted out. "Well, at least tell me the active ingredient. As her father, I have a right to know what she's putting into her body."
Again a long silence, followed by a long "Umm."
"Doctor?"
Adrian heard an audible sigh over the line. "Adrian, I'm a doctor, and I believe it's my duty not to mince words with my patients and their guardians. So, I'm going to give this to you straight."
Adrian's heart beat in his chest. In that moment, he knew his last ditch effort had failed.
"I'm going to tell you what you need to know, but I am not making a recommendation—or judgement—on what you do with this information. The active ingredient in your daughter's medicine is spermatozoa. It's human sperm." The doctor paused to wait for a reaction, but it never came. "The formula we gave you was a mix of various sperm collected from various banks. We try to get a diverse mix because the more genetically similar the sperm cells are to the patient, the more likely it is they will be cured. Yes, she can be cured. We've known this for close to a decade now. The more kinds of sperm, the more likely we are to get a close genetic match."
"Genetically similar," Adrian repeated.
"Yeah," Dr. Elias said tersely.
"I see. So, it's sperm."
"Yes. And, if your daughter isn't cured by taking the medicine orally, you can also try vaginally. But we typically use that as a last resort, considering the spermatozoa is still active and could result in an unwanted pregnancy if the patient in question happens to be ovulating." There was another long silence before the doctor spoke again. "Do you understand what I'm saying, Mr. Rowan?"
"Yes, Doctor, I think I understand everything quite clearly now."
"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No, Doctor."
"Great. Keep me up to date on her progress. You'll get through this. And remember, no judgement."
Adrian hung up the phone. Dr. Elias had outright confirmed everything that his wife told him. He sat for a while in the dark and contemplated his next actions. He wanted to help his daughter. By now, he even wanted to fuck his daughter. But he still didn't want to hurt his daughter.
His head swam, and he slowly got up. He then went upstairs and found his way to his little girl's bedroom. It was dark, and Elle dozed quietly in the bed, curled up in the fetal position. Her sheet was pulled up above her chest, and one bare arm remained on top of it.
Adrian could see that she wasn't wearing a shirt. In fact, he surmised that she likely wasn't wearing anything at all. There, naked in her narrow bed, she looked peaceful and innocent; one fist was balled, her thumb sticking out slightly, and in the low light, she almost looked like she was sucking her thumb. It reminded Adrian of when she was an innocent little girl not all that long ago.
He sat on the bed and rubbed his daughter's bare back lightly, causing her to stir. "Hey, kiddo," Adrian spoke quietly.
Tiny grunts came from Elle as she awoke. She rubbed a bleary eye and moaned, "I don't wanna go to school today."
Adrian snorted out a chuckle, "It's still Sunday, kiddo."
"Oh," said Elle, still groggy. Her hair was matted from her nap, not helped by the traces of Marcus and Nat's dried cum cracking in it.
"It's still early, but," Adrian paused, "I think we should start getting to bed tonight."
Elle turned to him, one eye still shutting out the light coming from the hallway. "Do I have to?"
"I think so," Adrian said quietly, "But I think we're still going to have some fun tonight, before you have to go to sleep for real. If you want. Does that sound good, sweetie?"
"I guess so," Elle replied, still too delirious to really think about his question. "I'm thirsty."
"Go get a drink of water, and then put your PJs on."
Elle sat up and the sheet fell away from her, down to her lap. Adrian thought back to Friday morning when his daughter fought him, refusing to let him see her nude. How so much had changed in such a short period of time.
Elle stayed for a moment, blinking, trying to piece together the events of the day. While she did, Adrian admired her body. Her figure wasn't as curvy as the other women in his life, but Adrian was unconcerned with that. He liked that her skinny proportions complemented the bodies of Emily and Isla. He had his preferences, but he was a man who could admire the many shapes a woman could take.
For a moment, he thought the low light was playing tricks on him, because he couldn't make out the darkened points of Elle's nipples, but as he continued to stare, he realized that they had been completely smoothed over. Her body looked like that of a doll's. He wondered if the pasties were part of the fashion show that she had been involved in. It's no wonder that the poor girl had masturbated in public, he thought. Getting those attached, with her sensitive nerve endings, must have been torture.
Elle pulled the rest of the sheet off of her and slid herself off the bed. She wandered to her dresser and pulled out a pajama set, then trundled to the bathroom for a drink of water.
As she moved, Adrian watched the light play against his little girl's body. First the soft glow cast on her skin from the hallway light, then her thin silhouette as she was backlit against it, and finally as she moved into the full light of the hall, her naked backside in all its undraped glory. He admired the beauty of the daughter that he and his wife managed to produce.