The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the bedroom. I had a plan. A wicked, delicious plan that would have my parents squirming in their seats over breakfast, their minds filled with thoughts of what their daughter might be doing under that scandalous outfit.

I slipped out of bed, my bare feet padding across the cool wooden floor as I made my way to the closet. My fingers trailed over the fabrics, finally settling on the delicate lace of the bra I had bought online last week. It was a deep emerald green, the kind of color that made my skin look even paler, and the cups were so sheer that my nipples were already pebbled in anticipation. I fastened it, the lace cups barely containing the soft mounds of my breasts, the underwire lifting them just enough to make them appear fuller than they were. A quick adjustment, and I reached for the matching thong. It was even more scandalous-black lace so thin it was practically see-through, the crotchless design leaving nothing to the imagination. I slipped it on, feeling the cool air brush against my exposed flesh, and a shiver ran down my spine.

Next came the skirt. It was leather, a deep brown that matched the color of my hair, and it hugged my hips in a way that made my ass look rounder, fuller. The hem was scandalously short, barely covering the curve of my ass, and when I bent over to adjust the zipper, I knew my parents would get an eyeful. I left it unzipped just enough to tease, the fabric clinging to my thighs as I turned to admire myself in the full-length mirror.

My reflection stared back at me-flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and the faintest hint of a smirk playing on my lips. I reached behind me, my fingers finding the small velvet pouch that held the plug. I lubed it up, the cool gel making my fingers slippery as I pressed it against my tight hole.

I took a deep breath, relaxing as I pushed it inside, the stretch making my breath catch before the pleasure bloomed. It wasn't too big, just enough to make me feel full, to remind me that I was wearing something that would drive my parents wild with curiosity. I turned once more in the mirror, admiring how the plug made my ass look even rounder, the outline of it pressing against the thin leather of the skirt. A final touch-a spritz of my favorite perfume-and I was ready.

The kitchen was already alive with the sounds of breakfast being prepared when I made my entrance. My father was flipping pancakes at the stove, his broad back flexing with each movement, while my mother sat at the table, sipping her coffee and scrolling through her phone. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the reaction I was about to provoke.

"Morning, Mom. Dad," I said, my voice light and cheerful as I leaned against the doorframe. The skirt rode up just enough to flash a hint of my ass, and I made sure to arch my back slightly, letting the plug press against the leather in a way that would make them notice.

My mother's eyes flickered up from her phone, her brows furrowing slightly as she took in my outfit. "Good morning, sweetheart," she said, her voice hesitant. "You're up early. We had fun last night and did you sleep okay?"

I smiled, walking over to the coffee maker and pouring myself a cup. The leather of the skirt whispered against my thighs with each step, and I could feel my father's eyes on me, his gaze heavy with something unreadable. "Oh, I slept just fine between you two," I said, turning to face them with my mug in hand.

My mother's cheeks flushed a deep pink, and she set her phone down with a clink. "Lily," she said, her voice a mix of exasperation and something else-something that made my pulse quicken. "You're going to give your father a heart attack dressed like that."

I looked down at myself, feigning innocence. "Oh, this old thing?" I said, running my hands over the leather skirt, the motion making the plug inside me shift just enough to make me gasp softly. "I just thought I'd wear something... comfortable."

My father turned away from the stove, his plate of pancakes momentarily forgotten. His eyes raked over me, his jaw tightening. "Comfortable," he repeated, his voice low. "That's one way to put it."

I giggled, the sound light and playful, but there was a wicked edge to it. "What? You don't like it?" I asked, stepping closer to the table, my hips swaying just enough to make the skirt ride up another inch.

I pouted, leaning over just enough to give them a perfect view down my shirt, the lace of the bra doing little to hide the stiff peaks of my nipples. I whined, "I want you to look at me."

Silence. Then, my father's voice, rough with need. "Lily."

I grinned, straightening up and walking over to the stove. I leaned against the counter, my ass pressing against the edge, the plug digging into me just enough to make my breath catch. "You like it, don't you, Dad?" I purred, my eyes locking onto his. "I can tell."

My father's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white. "You're asking for it," he growled, his voice barely controlled.

I laughed, the sound throaty and full of promise. "Maybe I am," I said, my fingers trailing down my stomach, stopping just above the waistband of the thong. "But you'll have to catch me first."

My mother let out a shaky breath, her thighs pressing together. "Lily," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You're playing with us."

I winked at her, my fingers dipping just a little lower, brushing against the bare skin of my pussy through the crotchless lace. "Oh, Mom," I murmured. "I love playing with you both."

My father's control snapped.

He strode toward me, his hands gripping my waist and lifting me onto the counter in one swift motion. The pancakes were forgotten, the kitchen forgotten-all that mattered was the way his body pressed against mine, the heat of him radiating through his clothes. His hands slid up my thighs, his fingers digging into the leather of the skirt, pushing it up just enough to expose the lace thong-and the plug that was still buried deep inside me.

"Fuck," he groaned, his forehead pressing against mine. "You're insane."

I gasped as his fingers found the base of the plug, giving it a little tug. The sensation was intense, the stretch making my back arch off the counter. "D-Dad!" I stuttered, my hands flying to his shoulders. "W-what are you-"

"Shut up," he growled, his lips crashing onto mine in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, tangling with mine, and I moaned into his mouth, my hips rocking against him. His hands slid around to my ass, squeezing the flesh, his fingers pressing against the plug, making me whimper.

My mother's chair scraped back, her footsteps quick as she came to stand beside us, her eyes wide with shock-and something else. Something hungry. "Lily," she breathed, her hand reaching out to trace the curve of my hip. "What have you done?"

I broke the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps as my father's lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear. "I told you," I panted, my fingers tangling in his hair. "I told you I want you both."

My mother's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my thong, her touch featherlight against my bare pussy. "Oh, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You're soaking wet."

I cried out as her fingers found my clit, circling it with slow, deliberate strokes. My father's hands were still on my ass, his fingers pressing against the base of the plug, making me squirm. "D-Dad, please," I begged, my hips jerking up involuntarily. "I-I need-"

"I know what you need," he growled, his lips moving lower, his tongue tracing the swell of my breasts over the lace of the bra. He tugged the cup down, freeing one nipple, and then his mouth was on it, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak. I moaned, my back arching off the counter as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh.

My mother's fingers worked me faster, her touch driving me wild. "You're such a dirty girl," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "Wearing this for us. Letting us see you like this."

I whimpered, my nails digging into my father's shoulders. "Y-Yes," I stuttered. "I-I wanted you to want me."

My father's hand slid between my thighs, his fingers pressing against the crotchless lace, the fabric soaked with my arousal. "Fuck, Lily," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "You're dripping."

I cried out as his fingers slipped inside me, two thick digits pushing past my entrance and curling inside. The plug in my ass made every movement feel intense, the stretch making my walls clamp down around him. "D-Dad, it's-it's too much!" I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand.

My mother's lips found mine, her tongue pushing past my lips in a deep, claiming kiss. Her fingers never stopped working my clit, her touch driving me higher and higher. "You can take it," she murmured against my lips. "You're so strong."

I whimpered, my body trembling as my father's fingers pistoned in and out of me, his thumb pressing against my clit. The plug in my ass shifted with every movement, the sensation overwhelming. "I-I can't-I'm gonna-"

"Cum for us, baby," my mother whispered, her voice a dark command. "Cum now."

And I did.

My back arched off the counter, a broken cry tearing from my throat as my orgasm crashed over me. My walls clamped down around my father's fingers, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me. My mother's lips were on my neck, her teeth grazing my skin as she murmured praise, her fingers never slowing their relentless pace.

When the tremors finally subsided, I collapsed back against the counter, my body limp and sated. My father pulled his fingers from me, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean with a groan. "Fuck," he muttered, his eyes dark with lust. "You taste amazing."

My mother's fingers slid from my pussy, her thumb brushing over my clit one last time before she pulled her hand away. She brought her fingers to her own lips, her eyes never leaving mine as she tasted me. "Mmm," she hummed, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Delicious."

I smiled and kissed them and said Happy anniversay, hope you love the gift!!