12. What's your personal record for the number of times you've masturbated in a single day?
There was silence between them, for a while. They could rehash the outrage they'd both felt earlier, pointlessly performing disgust for each other. Instead, Vanessa took the plunge and spoke first:
'Okay… um, obviously, we both feel some kind of way, but… I think part of the experiment is seeing how open we can be with each other, and being kinda provocative. We want to reach the end of the questions, and I don't think they're gonna let us skip any. I feel like we need to just go for it and answer so we can skip the embarrassment, you know? Just getting it over with so we can go back to the regular questions.'
Liam nodded. 'Makes sense. You're up first for this one, though.'
Shit. Vanessa suppressed a grimace and thought about the question. She could just make something up, but she figured that if she was going to embarrass herself, she might as well speak candidly. 'Okay. So, if I'm remembering right, I want to say my, um, "personal record" is… three times? Just on one of the days I was home alone, I got the… the urge more often. A couple of years ago.'
Liam was smiling, in a way that showed recognition, and shook his head a little. 'Damn. I'm going to sound like a real freak. Seven times.'
'Seven times!?' Vanessa exclaimed automatically. 'In one day?!'
That made Liam burst out laughing, which momentarily distracted his daughter from the insane revelation she'd just heard, because she couldn't remember the last time he'd been so openly carefree about something. It made the corners of her mouth tick up, even as her lips remained parted in incredulity.
'Hey, it was right after I got my room back. I had a little privacy, for once, and I wanted to see how many times I could finish. It wasn't even fun, towards the end, it mostly kind of hurt, but I was determined to see it through.'
God. Seven times. She didn't even want to try matching that number. Just imagining the tenderness between her legs made her want to squirm, and the discomfort won over the nascent arousal of imagining her dad compulsively tugging on his cock all day, shuddering when he milked a load out of his plentiful balls and starting back up as soon as beating off didn't hurt.
'Teenage boys have always been the same, I guess,' she concluded.
'It wasn't that long ago, gimme a break!' He sighed, happily. 'Listen, I couldn't do it now . No way. But as a kid, I guess I wanted to prove something to myself. At least I didn't get my dick stuck in a bottle in some horny craze, like one guy at my school.'
Not for the first time that day, Vanessa was glad she didn't have to deal with possessing a penis. The screen made a little noise, and showed a slightly longer message than the previous day:
Questions complete for today.
Prompt 3: Until further notice, when you go to bed, cuddle up.
Now, say you love each other.
Liam completely ignored the first part of the prompt, presumably because it was a complication he could put off until later, and gave Vanessa the same slightly sardonic look he'd had the previous day. 'Love you, Nessie.'
'Love you too, dad,' Vanessa replied. She knew he had trouble expressing his feelings – if he had the vocabulary, he might call it "cringe" – and she was used to him being slightly off-handed, but the joking tone he adopted for his declaration of affection was beginning to grate on her just a little.
She'd been happy to hear the words come out of his mouth last time, overlooking the disaffected disguise, but the more she thought about it, the more childish it seemed. He was her father. He did love her. He'd proven it through his actions. Why was it so wrong to be sincere with his words ?
Her annoyance faded over the course of the day, as they once again busied themselves with the books and shows available in the apartment. Not that Liam noticed her disposition either way. She was pretty good at keeping it under wraps after a lifetime of prioritizing other people over herself, and she was buried so deep in her book that hours passed before she noticed how hungry she was, fetching the cooling lunch from the dumbwaiter. She wondered how this whole system worked. Were they in a specially constructed place on the Shibboleth Labs premises, or was this a random real apartment converted for scientific use? Was there a whole staff preparing food just for them? Maybe they were getting portions from the lunchroom. A big, government-funded institution like Shibboleth probably had round-the-clock catering for overtime workers and meetings in other timezones.
She was still puzzling over the mechanics of their golden cage when she and her father headed to bed. They'd woken up at roughly the same time, and tapped out at the same time as well, which was fine until they were getting under the covers and Vanessa remembered the prompt they'd been given.
'I could get used to this kinda life,' Liam said, stretching with a grunt. 'You looked a little busier than me today, though. Spent a long time near the dumbwaiter.'
'Yeah. I'm curious about how all of this works.'
'Maybe they'll tell us after the experiment ends.'
'Maybe.' She highly doubted it, but he was just humoring her, anyway. 'I wonder if there are other experiments being carried out at the same time. Like this, I mean. Maybe we're in a high-rise building where each apartment has something similar going on.'
'Kind of creepy. But it'd make sense, logistics-wise.'
Vanessa heard him yawn, and felt the mattress move, unable to see him since she'd chosen to lie on her side, facing away. She figured he was signaling the end of the conversation and moving around to get comfortable, so it was a bit of a surprise when she felt the warm solidity of his body press against her back, one arm gently resting on her waist. It was like a blanket, not just in physical sensation, but emotionally , too.
'Hey,' Liam murmured, as his daughter's lithe body wriggled against him, prompting him to run a big, reassuring hand down her side and hip. 'Getting comfortable?'
'Yeah,' Vanessa murmured. She'd expected the nudity to be a barrier, psychologically if nothing else, but maybe because of the dark and the fact they weren't facing each other, she could only focus on the fantastic pleasure of someone else's skin against hers, and all the little details that came with it: the slightest tickle of her dad's body hair on her back, and on the bottom of her thigh when he lifted one leg to have her in more of a horizontal seated position; the roving affection of his hand stroking little circles on her bare tummy; the steady hot breaths on the back of her neck. Not to mention the fascinating softness of her dad's flaccid prick barely grazing her buttocks, something she'd experienced on her mons just the day prior. 'This is nice.'
'I guess so,' Liam said. When he spoke, his deep voice resonated in his chest, and the vibrations traveled through Ness's back, giving her a feeling of her dad's ruggedness. She felt small, but in a nice way, like a careless little kid – and that wasn't a state she'd ever been in, even when she was just a child.
Basking in the glow of the cuddle, it didn't take long for her to fall asleep. In her dream, Vanessa was walking through the campus of an imaginary college, an amalgam of schools she'd seen in TV shows and movies, dressed in a baggy sweater, plaid skirt and saddle shoes, carrying a leather bookbag. The exact kind of cute, self-confident young woman she'd dreamt of being since she was twelve.
She made her way to a grand, ancient-looking lecture theater, where she found a spot and unpacked her pens and a notebook as the room slowly filled with fellow students. They were just waiting for the professor to show up when she let out a startled gasp.
In this room, surrounded by her peers, something took hold of Vanessa's left breast and squeezed.
She looked down at her chest, noting nothing out of the ordinary even as the unmistakable feeling of five fingers pressing down on her sensitive tit made her shiver. It wasn't an aggressive grope, but a tender touch, a massage that occasionally flicked over her hardening nipple to send jolts of pleasure to her clit amidst the rising fog of lust. Ness found herself unable to suppress her moans, even as the other students turned to look at her, witnessing her molestation at the hands of some strange horny ghost. Each pair of eyes on her writhing body only inflamed her arousal, her first sexual experience a supernatural public spectacle, and she wondered if the men in the auditorium would start to come to her, unzip their pants, and take out cocks hardened by her helplessness. She wanted them to. She –
She woke up.
It wasn't a brusque awakening, more like a fade into consciousness. She blinked, and her face still felt hot, the bottom of her stomach and crotch tingly with lust, and…
And the carressing of her young tits continued, because her father had been feeling her up all along.
Vanessa's guts ached with the mix of persistent lustful heat and the icy shock of terror. How could this be happening? Her own dad, touching her in her sleep? And yet – wasn't this what she'd been fantasizing about ever since she saw the fuckmeat hanging between his legs? Her thoughts raced, fighting each other over how she should react, but another curveball threw her off-balance in the form of Liam's trademark little snore.
It was a sound Vanessa first noticed a few years ago, when they'd mercifully moved on from their itinerant motel days and into more permanent housing. Maybe age had just slowly shaped her dad's airways into a slightly awkward shape, maybe it was the cumulative effect of years of construction work with varying levels of health and safety precautions; either way, he was napping on the couch, and every once in a while, he'd let out a quick succession of three tiny snorts in one snore. It was cute, and Ness never really remembered to tell him about it when he was awake, nor did it seem to bother him, so he didn't know he did it.
Hearing that snore told Vanessa her dad was fondling her naked body in his sleep.
Right away, the fear evaporated from inside her, leaving only that fuzzy heat of arousal as Liam's hand absently played with her breasts. Was he dreaming about her mother? About making love to her? Maybe he was picturing another woman entirely, or a celebrity – or, in a dreamless state, his body reacted on instinct to being entwined with a hot little number like his daughter. That was probably the case. To her disappointment – a feeling she wouldn't analyze right now – Vanessa backed her ass up against her dad's crotch and only felt the same limp cock she'd felt when they were both awake. If he was fucking in his sleep, his prick would be stiff and leaking right against her virgin pussy, threatening to penetrate her with the slightest twitch of his hips.
God, she wanted to be plowed. She wanted to know what a real penis felt like, pumping in and out of her eager slit.
Very gingerly, making sure she wasn't moving her dad in a way that would wake him up or make him stop caressing her breasts, Ness reached a hand between her legs and covered her stiff little clit with two fingers, rubbing it rapidly from side to side. Masturbating in someone's arms was way more intense than doing it alone, and she sank into that all-encompassing soft heat, her body fading except for the pleasure points of her sensitive tits and cunt. She was already lost in the wonderful motion of flicking herself off, the faint sounds of her wet pussy barely audible in this position, when, unprompted, her brain stressed the fact that she was being embraced and played with by her father, on camera.
Vanessa let out a whimper and trapped her clit between her fingertips, focusing her diddling further until her inner thighs were trembling with pleasure. Were they being filmed right now? There was a camera in the corner, as with all the rooms except the toilet, but the darkness wouldn't let them see anything… unless they had a night vision setting – but why have that unless they were looking for something to happen in the bed at night? That opened up so many perverse possibilities, but it couldn't be. That wouldn't be legal, would it? Her dad's fingers ran over her hard nipple just as she was nearing the edge. She was going to cum while he touched her. God .
Just then, the hand on her breast seemed to stutter, and Vanessa's thighs clamped around his wrist as her movements stilled. She stayed completely still as Liam cleared his throat, evidently waking up. It took him a few seconds to assess the situation, and with a muttered " shit ," he removed his grip on his daughter's boob and brusquely turned around.
Heart pounding, she waited to see if he'd sneakily try to jack off after realizing what he'd been doing in his sleep, but as time passed, it became clear he was just trying to slumber again. Her own masturbation interrupted, Vanessa moved her hand out from between her legs in a natural motion, like she was just restless, and felt her stomach twist itself into a knot.
What was this place doing to them?