“I’m sorry, sweetie. I normally wouldn’t talk about this with you—not in this way—but we need to be extra careful right now. We need to be vigilant and follow the doctor’s orders until we know what’s the right way to handle this.”
Brie was red-faced, but she also had to admit there was some kind of feeling growing deep within her, and it was mixing with a feeling of slight terror, that she might lose control again. Still, it seemed kind of inappropriate to do anything there in the car, especially in front of her parents.
At the same time, she trusted her mother.
“I— I don’t know what to do,” Brie admitted quietly.
Warrick grunted. “What did you do in school?” he said, finding himself clever.
This set Brie off. “I didn’t do anything!” she protested. “I mean… I don’t… really remember what I did.”
“It’s okay, sweetie,” her mother cut in again softly. “I can help you through it.”
Brie was visibly unsure about this. Her father was, too.
“If I tell you what you need to do, will you climax for me? Will you have cummies for mommy?” Warrick again shot a glance at his wife. He returned his eyes to the road and squirmed in his seat. Hazel noticed, but paid him no mind. Brie did not. She was fixated on her mother’s soothing voice, her oddly dirty talk, and her wide-eyed gaze, locked onto her own eyes. Brie felt a close connection in that moment, and trusted her mom implicitly.
“Okay, mom,” she swallowed. Warrick glanced back in the rearview mirror at his daughter, one eyebrow raised.
Hazel smiled warmly. “Okay Brie, first let’s take off your shirt and gown.”
Brie felt like she should protest. “But mom, I’ll be naked! In public!”
“Don’t worry about that. We’re in our car. We can do whatever we want here. If someone drives by, the most they could assume is that you’re topless, and with your figure, they will probably think you’re still just a precocious young girl. But we know what a big girl you are.” Brie appreciated that her mom vouched for her maturity, something her dad ever refused to do.
With that encouragement, she shyly slunk her top off and untied the back of her hospital gown.
She pulled the fabric slowly down her body, still hesitant to reveal herself to her parents in such a way. She felt the coarseness of the cheap hospital fabric as it dragged across her increasingly sensitive chest. Her nipples stiffened as they reached the air and her heart beat strongly beneath her youthful chest. The fabric slid down her belly, tickling her along the way, which generated goosebumps. Finally, it hit her lap and stopped. She was reluctant to pull it down any further. She didn’t want her mom looking at her pussy this way. Not yet. She shot her a pair of pleading eyes.
Her mother relented. “Alright, we’ll start here.” Brie gave a tiny nod, not breaking eye contact with Hazel. “Now honey, you don’t have to do any one thing. I’m not going to tell you what you can or can’t do. Sexuality is a personal thing. The main idea is to let your urges guide you. Let’s start with rubbing your tummy with your fingers.”
Brie was hypnotized by her mother’s soothing voice, amplified by the hazy, cottony feeling growing in her head. She began to lightly rub her fingers across her slender belly. It kind of tickled, making the hair on her arms stand up, and it caused her to inhale deeply. She finally broke eye contact with her mother and closed her eyes, sinking a bit into the seat with a light sigh. The vibrations of the road were also becoming more apparent again.
“There you go, honey,” Hazel said. “Now, are your urges telling you to move your hands up or down?”
“Um, up, I guess,” Brie replied quietly.
“Okay, go ahead, honey.” Hazel put a hand on Brie’s ankle, reassuringly. Warrick kept an eye on his daughter via the rearview mirror. He watched as she dragged her fingernails lightly up her stomach to her chest, and alternately across each nipple. Already she appeared to be in a trance. Still, he knew he had to watch the road while he was driving. He sighed quietly and adjusted the uncomfortable bulge growing in his pants, giving it a bit of a squeeze once it was in a more comfortable position. He could feel a bit of precum ooze out.
Meanwhile, Brie felt soft and fuzzy and more than a little moist herself. She sank into her seat and felt as though the car upholstery were enveloping her in a warm cocoon. At the same time, the cool air conditioning on her nakedness made her feel alive. She was losing herself in her new world, but she wasn’t afraid, because this time, with her mom’s permission, she felt in control.
She shifted the pressure of her hands, now massaging her flat chest. Her fingers rippled one-by-one over her nipples. She grabbed one and focused on it. Her other hand she brought to her mouth, sucking on her index finger. She moaned a bit as she squeezed her little bud in her one hand, feeling it stiffen.
From somewhere far away, she heard her mom encouraging her, “Yes, honey, it’s perfectly okay to make noises.”
“Hmm, yesss, like you and daddy do at night,” Brie called back from a different plane.
Both of her parents were caught off guard. For the first time, Hazel turned and caught Warrick’s eye. Warrick blushed. Neither of them had realized that Brie was aware of their regular evening sessions. Hazel’s expression shifted to slightly bemused and she recovered. “That’s right, it’s how you show you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Ooh, fuck,” Brie cussed as she tweaked on her nipple.
“Where did you learn that word?” her father interjected, and Hazel silently shushed him. But Brie could barely hear him, anyway. Her hand was slowly making its way down now. Across her tummy, under the hospital garment, and down to her hipbone. As she neared her pussy, her hand crept ever slower. Meanwhile, Hazel’s own hand moved up from her daughter’s ankle. She slid it up her calf to the bottom hem of the gown that covered the remainder of her body. Her skin was slightly slick from a sheen of sweat. Warrick watched as his wife’s hand snaked up and tugged the fabric covering lightly, causing it to slide off their daughter’s lap, down her legs, and onto the floor of the car, once again revealing her entire body to her familial onlookers and potentially anybody driving by.
Brie shivered and moved her hand onto her exposed mound.
Hazel cooed lightly. “Ooh, yes dear, follow your urges.”
The girl now barely registered those around her. She was fascinated by how good she was feeling. Her whole body felt cool and wet on the outside as a film of sweat formed on her smooth, bare skin. Yet inside she was burning up. She slouched down in her seat, savoring the sensation as the fabric upholstery pushed back against her. Instinctively, she spread her legs a bit and her fingers found the spot just inside her slit that seemed to be calling out to her to be touched. She moaned loudly as she put pressure on it.
Hazel continued to encourage her, “That’s it, baby. That’s your clit, and it’s going to feel extra nice for you. Try rubbing that.” Brie didn’t need the direction. Almost immediately, she felt her crotch become incredibly slippery. She rubbed the fluid she was producing all around the area between her legs, her inner thighs, even up to her belly button. Her labia became glossy with her sudden flow of juices. The car filled with the scent of her musk and the sounds of her moaning.