Dad was home again for the long weekend—his third visit since the flood—and the house felt like a live wire.
Sophia had spent the whole morning "preparing" us. She'd pulled Mia into the bathroom while Dad unpacked and dressed her personally: a tiny pleated skirt that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass, no panties, and a thin white crop top that made her hard nipples impossible to ignore. Sophia stepped back, admired her work, and slipped the remote for the vibrating plug into her own bra.
"New rule for every day Dad's home," Sophia whispered, voice sweet and dangerous. "Short skirts. No panties. Plug stays in until I say otherwise. Alex is going to keep you edged under the dinner table tonight. Mommy wants to watch you squirm while you smile at your father."
Mia's cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled with vicious brat energy. "You're evil. But I'm gonna make Alex finger me so good I almost cum right in front of him."
By dinner, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Dad sat at the head of the table, talking about his latest deal, completely oblivious. Sophia sat to his right in a modest sundress, legs crossed, looking every bit the perfect housewife. Mia sat across from me in her slutty little skirt, thighs pressed together under the tablecloth. I sat beside her, heart hammering.
The second Dad started carving the chicken, Sophia's foot nudged mine under the table—signal time.
I slid my hand under the tablecloth and straight up Mia's skirt. No panties. Just warm, smooth skin and the slick heat of her already dripping pussy. The plug was still buzzing on low inside her ass. I pressed two fingers against her clit and started slow circles.
Mia's fork froze halfway to her mouth. She forced a bright smile at Dad. "So… how was the flight, Dad?"
"Long," he grunted, passing the potatoes. "But good to be home with my girls."
Sophia's hand found my thigh under the table and squeezed—encouragement. Then she casually reached over and turned the plug remote up two notches.
The buzz intensified. Mia's pussy clenched hard around my fingers as I slipped two inside her, curling them against her g-spot while my thumb kept working her clit. She was soaked—creamy, messy, leaking down my wrist in seconds.
"Everything okay, Mia?" Dad asked, glancing her way. "You look a little flushed."
Mia's thighs trembled. She bit the inside of her cheek and nodded, voice sugary sweet. "Just… warm in here. The renovation heaters are still on."
Under the table I pumped my fingers faster, scissoring her tight walls while the plug vibrated mercilessly against that thin barrier. Her pussy fluttered wildly, sucking on my digits like it was trying to pull me deeper.
Sophia smiled across the table like an angel. "Pass the salad, honey?" she asked Dad, then mouthed at me: Make her cum.
I added a third finger. Mia's hand shot under the table and gripped my wrist—not to stop me, but to hold me there, forcing me deeper. Her hips rocked in tiny, secret circles, riding my fingers while she kept up polite conversation with Dad.
The risk was insane. Dad was literally three feet away, talking about work, while I finger-fucked his stepdaughter under the dinner table and her stepmom controlled the toy in her ass.
Mia's breathing hitched. Her pussy clamped down hard, walls rippling. She was right there.
Sophia noticed. She leaned over and "accidentally" dropped her napkin. When she bent to pick it up, she reached under the table and pinched Mia's clit right above where my fingers were buried.
Mia came.
Hard.
She bit down on her lip so hard I thought she'd draw blood, thighs locking around my hand, pussy gushing in hot, silent pulses all over my fingers and the chair beneath her. The plug kept buzzing through the whole orgasm, making it last forever. A tiny, wet sound escaped—barely audible under the clink of silverware—but Dad didn't notice.
Sophia sat back up, napkin in hand, and licked her lips like she could taste the victory.
"Good girl," she mouthed at Mia.
Mia's chest heaved. She slowly released my wrist, but I didn't pull my fingers out yet. I kept them buried deep, gently stroking her through the aftershocks while Dad asked for seconds.
When dinner finally ended, Mia stood up on shaky legs. A thin trail of her cum had run down her inner thigh, visible for one heart-stopping second before she smoothed her skirt.
Dad headed to the living room to watch the game.
Sophia caught Mia by the wrist before she could escape upstairs. "Not so fast, princess. Alex is going to fuck you in the laundry room while Daddy's distracted. I want you leaking his load down your legs when you sit on the couch next to him for movie night."
Mia's eyes flashed with filthy delight. "You're on, Mom. But next time I get to finger you under the table… and I'm not stopping until you moan out loud."
Sophia just smiled that predator smile and turned the plug up to max.
"Public teasing arc is officially open, babies. Dad's home for three more days. Let's see how many loads we can sneak before he catches on."
The risk had never felt better.