The hours after the question session where Liam and Vanessa described each other's genitals were odd.
They spent the day much as they had the rest of their confinement, reading and watching television, and they even played a board game after dinner. Every time one or the other would begin to relax and feel like everything was going back to normal, however, they'd catch a glimpse of each other's naked bodies and remember the heart-pounding, pussy and cock plumping confrontation from earlier, and their faces would heat up, their heads would start to spin. That was true for Ness, anyway, and judging by the occasional semi-stiffy she saw Liam sporting (and trying to hide) throughout the afternoon, she wasn't alone.
Playing a game was Liam's suggestion, perhaps to restore a sense of normalcy, and it was true that after one and a half hours of friendly bickering over dice and plastic pieces, they were at least able to look at each other directly without immediately feeling shame and mortification… along with other emotions only their sex organs could express. By the time it was late enough to go to sleep, they were back to talking normally.
They came to an unspoken agreement that showering together wasn't on the table tonight, so they headed to the bedroom directly – and when they were getting under the covers, they remembered the instructions they'd received to cuddle through the night until further notice. Clearly, this fact had come to both of them at roughly the same time, because they froze, looking at each other, Vanessa holding the covers over her breasts.
'Wh… what do you think we should do?' Liam asked.
Vanessa had hoped for a more comforting statement, but she thought it over. Personally, she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep, but the full-body contact of their naked bodies rubbing against each other was a frightening prospect. She didn't know what she wanted, or what all of this meant – but it couldn't be solved now. She clutched the covers in her fists, and that gave her an idea.
'If we just wrap ourselves up in the sheets a little, then we can still cuddle. Like this.' She demonstrated by rolling herself around and cocooning her body armpits-down in the material. It was a little warm, but not unpleasantly so.
Liam untensed, clearly relieved, and wrapped himself in the sheets too before scooting closer and spooning his daughter, as he had before. Ness expected not to feel much of his body, but almost as soon as he pushed against her and settled her butt into his lap, as if sitting horizontally, she felt the warmth of his bigger form permeate through the fabric. It wasn't as direct as hugging nude, obviously, but it was surprisingly sensual, the same way seeing someone in skimpy underwear was in some ways hotter than seeing them totally bare. She still felt the muscles of his chest against her back, the soft bulge of his dick – and it was , thankfully, still pretty soft, but she definitely noticed a firmness that hadn't been there before.
Bringing it up at all, nevermind now , would just incur more uncomfortable conversations. She knew that was the point of this study. Knocking down walls so they could be closer as a family. But they needed to sleep, and so, they did.
The following morning, Vanessa woke up from a mercifully dreamless sleep to a weird sensation down below. The events of the previous day flooded her mind, and she was fully conscious in seconds, which helped her her identify that the odd feeling was her father's morning wood pushing against her ass through two layers of linen. There was a wet patch around the tip that she could feel of her buttocks, like he'd been leaking copious prefuck right before she'd woken up. She pictured stray sperm lost in the threads of the fabric, wriggling impotently, so close to her cunt but unable to enter. To fertilize her.
Ness got up to brush her teeth, face blushing bright red, and when she returned to the bedroom, Liam was still asleep, so she figured she'd get started on breakfast. It was always warm when it came out of the dumbwaiter, so she supposed whoever monitored the experiment arranged to have it sent up when they woke. Wondering about the mechanics of this strange set-up, Vanessa headed to the living room, and stopped in her tracks when she went around the corner.
There was a massage table, with a small cart of oils beside it. No instructions– yet.
Straight away, sweat started collecting on Vanessa's brow, and she had to wipe it off with her forearm before she collected the tray of food. The deliberately loud noises of her setting out the glasses and crockery must have carried to the bedroom, because Liam emerged as she was sitting down, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His cock was limp, bouncing with his footsteps, and stopping when he did.
'What's with the table?' he asked, approaching it to run a hand over the smooth black leather upholstery.
'I don't know,' Ness replied, pouring them both glasses of orange juice. It was stupid, but even seeing the tip of her dad's soft prick skim the surface of the leather was enough to make her cunt tingle. Instead of getting used to it, she only seemed to become more beguiled by the pole she owed her life to. 'It was here when I got up.'
'So someone came into the apartment during the night? That's not very reassuring.'
'Well, it's not private property, I guess. They can come change parameters whenever they want.'
'It'd still be nice to get some notice.'
'Wanna unionize?'
Liam chuckled, and joined her to eat their morning fill. This chatter skirted the obvious question of what the table was there for , even though the answer was obvious. It just seemed – too far.
They took their time with the meal, both knowing some strange new twist awaited them, but there was only so much they could put it off. After clearing away the plates and Liam freshening up in the bathroom, the screen glowed with a prompt.
Following a few things you said yesterday, massage equipment has been provided for you.
While you answer today's questions, you will massage each other's bodies to discover which areas are most pleasurable. One of you will receive the massage for the first three questions, and then the roles will reverse.
There it was.
Before they had time to react logically, Vanessa surprised both of them by asking, 'why?'
She raised a hand to her lips, and cast a worried glance at her dad. They hadn't spoken to the researchers directly before, and after a few seconds without a response, they figured they might not receive a reply at all. However, with a small noise, the text changed.
The goal of this study is to research the parameters under which rapport can be created,
or hindered. It builds on our prior study of shame between family members.
Shame is a powerful motivator in interpersonal relationships.
Shibboleth Labs is determining how these barriers are constructed,
and the difference between cultural and intrinsic reactions.
Some of the prompts and questions may seem provocative for that reason.
You may leave the experiment at any time.
Except, of course, they couldn't. The whole reason why they'd signed up for this was their pressing need for money, and if they quit now, they'd get absolutely nothing for how far they'd come already.
'I trust you,' she told her father. It was true, but saying it out loud was more of a way of convincing herself that they could make it through the experience without any more fundamental shifts in their dynamic.
Liam nodded. 'Your mom and I used to put lotion on your skin when you were little, and rub your muscles when you were sick and cramping up. It's just like that.'
'Yeah, just like that.' She paused, uncertain. She knew what she wanted to say, but actually spitting it out was a different story, and she felt an anxious roiling in her stomach – which could be something beside anxiety, too. 'Um, I guess since I answered the last question first, yesterday, it's your turn to start. So I should get on the table.'
'Okay,' her father replied. He sounded surprisingly calm. Maybe he'd convinced himself with his spiel. While he busied himself slathering his hands with oil, the wet noises foreboding to Vanessa's ears, she set a towel down on the leather surface of the table and gingerly lay face down on top of it. She'd feel embarrassingly exposed either way, but this position was a little less awkward than immediately letting her dad manhandle her tits while she showed him her pussy.
A shiver ran down her spine. She'd done just that the day before. The speed at which their relationship had moved, from not having even hugged in years to intimate exhibitionism and contact, was enough to make her head spin. She folded her arms in front of her body and rested her chin on them, feeling her heart beat hard against the flat table and her pussy begin to fill with the familiar warmth of arousal. Her skin felt extra sensitive, electric.
When Liam turned around, she heard him take a deep breath. They'd seen each other naked every day for a little while, now, in the sort of graphic detail a parent and child never should, but he'd never seen her like this: prone, vulnerable. In the perfect position to mount and fuck if he wanted to. Was that what was going through his mind?
'Alright,' he said, coming closer. There was a brief pause while he read the first question, and he scoffed, distracted from the tension of the moment. That was good. Maybe they'd get through this with a boost to their platonic feelings and nothing else. 'Okay, uh. "Question nineteen. If you had one year to live, would you change the way you lead your life?" They really go from zero to one hundred sometimes.'
Before Ness could agree or disagree, she flinched at the large, warm, slippery hands that touched down on her shoulders, thumbs firmly digging into her young muscles before sliding down the plane of her elegant back, rubbing circles down the sides of her spine. The massage oil made her dad's motions uncannily smooth, and left a hot trail wherever they touched, spreading a sensation that was both alien and familiar. She'd mostly forgotten the way her parents had rubbed her poor ailing limbs when she was little, but this was unlocking those memories something fierce, adding a layer of nostalgic comfort to the relaxing pleasure Liam's skilled massage was coaxing out of her virgin body. His deep voice started up again behind her, steady as he touched his daughter.
'It's a tough question. I guess it'd just sort of condense what I'm already doing. I'd want to make sure you have as much going for you as I can, so I'd want to earn money, buy you a car.' He was running his flat palms up and down Vanessa's back, using his fingers to rub the oil into the sides of her torso, barely skimming the places where her teen tits protruded from her chest. 'That sort of thing. That's, uh, that's kind of why I started gambling, you know? To make some easy money. They lure you in with all sorts of free cash deals, easy initial wins. God. I was such a moron. I only made things worse.'
'Well, um, those companies are designed to work like that, right?' Vanessa commented, muffled. 'They're predatory. It's not… you had good intentions, dad. You're not a moron.'
She was trying to concentrate on his words, on reassuring him, but the steady, rhythmic pressure of his powerful hands on her body made it hard to speak as carefully as she liked to. She felt each distinct digit dig into her flesh, sparking up pleasure and occasional pain that quickly melted into bliss once the knot was worked out. Her insides were cotton candy, and her cunt was heating up with every stroke.
When Liam surprised her by gripping her ass cheeks and kneading the flesh as he worked his way up, seemingly to distract her from the embarrassing conversation, she couldn't help letting out a startled moan.
'What about you?' he said, gruffly, ignoring the odd noise stumbling out of his daughter's mouth. His words had an odd echo to them, her senses drunk on the groping fingers thoroughly exploring her round teen butt. 'Would you change the way you live your life?'
'Um,' Vanessa stuttered, trying to gather her thoughts. 'I'm – I, I think so, yeah. I've just been so busy trying to make things work, you know? The household, and your recovery, and – everything. If I had less time, I, um, I'd probably be more selfish. Focus on my dreams. That stuff.'
'Like what?'
Ness had parted her legs a little, partly because she was feeling her heartbeat in her pussy, and this gave her father even easier access to the firm, plump flesh of her rump. She didn't know how deliberate he was being in his touch, because he was "just" massaging her like the prompt requested, and yet, the effects of his endeavors were undeniable. When he squeezed and handled her oiled-up cheeks, she felt him expose her asshole to the world as he pulled the halves of her ass apart, however briefly; when he firmly worked his way up her thighs, she felt the sides of his indexes skim her outer labia, showing how easily he could access her cute little cunt. It made her brain fuzzy, and because of that, she wasn't as guarded as she usually would be.
'Like, um, going to college,' she murmured, intensely aware of the fluttering of fatherly fingers at the edges of her slit. 'And stuff like that. You know. Just doing what I like without caring about the future as much.'
Liam let out a neutral hum, and Vanessa realized she'd broached a topic that was usually off-limits – but before she could try to drag her brain out of the horny morass it had sunken into so she could pivot the conversation, the screen emitted a beep, and the massage paused for a second while he read the new question.
'"Question twenty. What does family mean to you?"' Slowly, he started to dig into her skin again, loosening up the tension in her legs – and skirting dangerously close to touching his own daughter's holes every so often. 'God. I mean, I want to answer from the heart and say "everything," but it's not all of my family, or the concept of family. It's just – you, Ness. You're family, and you're my everything.'
'Oh, dad,' Vanessa purred, though it came out far more lustful than she'd meant it to. With the way he was pressing all her buttons and heating her up to a rattled mess with his experienced touch, the sincere declaration of familial love was getting her wires crossed. His parental words of devotion were turning her on, the feelings physically worked into her hot little body by the massage. She missed the throb of his prick between her legs, and her glistening pussy twitched whenever his hands were nearby. ' Hmm… '
Liam cleared his throat, and his hands stilled. Through the fuzziness of her thoughts, Vanessa wondered if he was going to ask her to move, since he'd basically slathered her entire back in massage oil and felt up every inch of available skin. Well, almost every inch, but it wasn't like he could –
She gasped when his thumbs split her cheeks apart during a kneading motion, knowing for sure he was looking straight at the most private parts of her body, and in one fell swoop, he not only squeezed the sensitive puckered skin of her asshole in a way she'd never felt before, he also casually brought his indexes together in a round motion, pressing down on her pussy lips and smushing them against each other. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but the way he briefly pinched her hard little clit made her legs shake involuntarily, and the peachy halves of her cunt made a distinct wet sound as they separated.
It happened once, and it happened quick, but her father just touched her pussy. Her father groped her sweet teen cunt. She almost stuck her ass up to follow his hands as he moved them away, desperately wanting him to continue and deepen the touch, but she was anchored to reality by him saying, 'Alright, time to turn over.'
With trembling arms, Ness lifted herself up on her elbows, and turned over to lie down on her back. Liam was facing away as she did so, coating his hands with more massage oil, but he didn't seem at all perturbed by what he'd just done. Was it an accident? Some attempt at a playful send-off? Her slit was hot and dribbling natural lube, eager for more. Did she just imagine him massaging her pussy? Should she ask?
'Um… to me, family means – oh!'
A sudden splash of warm, slippery massage oil landed between her pert breasts, and she met her dad's eyes to see him smiling down at her like he might in any other circumstances. Without missing a beat, he set the bottle down and ran one flat hand over her tit, spreading the oil over her skin. Her nipples were stiff from the arousal he'd stoked earlier, and they tingled like two little hotspots as her dad's fingers and palms glided over them.
'I figure it's better to add a little too much,' he explained, both hands roaming her soft stomach and passing over her lovely little melons over and over again. 'My hands were getting kinda dry when I was doing your back.'
'O-oh, yeah, sure,' Vanessa vaguely replied. How was he so casual about this, when he was usually pretty reserved? As he squeezed her titties and caressed her stomach, she thought about the agreement they'd made, of accepting uncomfortable queries head-on to power through with minimal embarrassment. Maybe he was just turning off that part of his brain and working as any masseuse might. She'd never had a massage, this might be standard practice.
Or maybe he saw her mother in her. The thought made her heart hurt, but it made her cunt tingle with excitement, and she wanted to get away from the mixed feelings, stat.
'So, family. It's kind of complicated.' It was even more difficult to collect her thoughts with her dad's clever hands slipping down her smooth body, massaging the tops of her thighs now. He wasn't very close to her crotch, but even the minute pulling on the skin of her legs translated to pangs of desire in her clit. 'In a way, I feel like you. When I think of "family," um, I think about you. And that's good. It does make me feel, um, comfortable, and – warm… but it's hard for me to imagine being a mother, you know? I remember mom, of course, but all the – teen stuff, I had to figure out myself, and… it's a little tough to imagine talking about that with a daughter I might have. So for me, family is comfort, but in some parts, it's uncertainty.'
'And I'm guessing I didn't help you feel very secure either, with… everything,' Liam said. He was working lower down his daughter's legs now, and while it felt good, it wasn't as immediately arousing as his previous moves, so Vanessa found it easier to process their conversation. The thought that he could look up and see her bare, slick-shiny cunt kept her horniness close at hand, though.
'You did your best, I know that. It's just been – hard for both of us. We're still working on our relationship, and on what family means. We've made more progress over the past couple of days than in years. Right?'
Liam nodded, and when the familiar sound of the next question came from the TV, he got closer to read it – which also involved slipping his flattened palms over his daughter's barely legal body on the way back up, touching her thighs, her belly, and coming to rest once again on her jiggling, full breasts. He softly squeezed them as he read what was on the screen, playing with his child's gorgeous boobies with an absent air, not noticing how her breathing was becoming heavier.
'Question twenty-one, what roles do love and affection play in your life? Oh, man.' His fingers closed down on Ness's tits, pushing them together and kneading them hard in a way that she felt down to her bones, eroticism bursting through her inexperienced body. Her lips were open in silent awe, panting just a tad. 'I don't like talking about this stuff.'