They hit play, and Adrian turned off the lights. He seated himself back on the couch, and the movie flickered to life on the screen. Elle crawled onto his lap while Nat sat next to him, seating herself at the front edge of the couch cushion. From this vantage, Adrian was able to attend to both of them, one with each hand, and he recommenced rubbing and lightly massaging the two bodies in front of him.
The movie began to play, and an astronaut floated into the frame wearing a kitschy, psychedelic costume. As the opening credits rolled, the astronaut peeled off its gloves, revealing feminine hands inside. From there, the woman continued a kind of sensual, zero-gravity striptease, slowly removing the pieces of the suit one by one. Adrian and the girls were shocked to see her floating in space, slipping completely out of her clothes.
"Whoa," Nat whispered.
Just then, Emily entered the dimly lit room. She was still in her bathing suit, and remained topless from earlier in the day. By now on the TV screen, Jane Fonda was fully nude, and flashing glimpses of her breasts to the camera. "What on earth are you all watching?"
"Sorry honey, it said it was rated PG. It's 1960s sci-fi. We can turn it off."
"Well, I suppose it's fine," she relented, "Most of us here have boobs already. How raunchy could a movie be in the '60s, after all? She took a seat on a recliner nearby. "Elle, honey, come sit on my lap and let me give you your medicine."
Elle rolled her eyes and sighed before crawling out of Adrian's lap. She climbed onto the chair beside her mother as Emily prepared a syringe. Elle opened her mouth, and Emily pushed the plunger a bit too forcefully. Most of the gooey syrup landed in the girl's mouth, but some splattered up her nose and across her cheeks.
"Ew, Mom, you got it all over me!"
Emily chuckled and defended herself. "Sorry! It's dark in here. I couldn't see what I was doing."
Elle reached up to wipe it off, but Emily stopped her. "Here, let me do it." She leaned in and suddenly licked the solution right off her daughter's nose.
Elle reeled back. "Mom! Gross! Don't lick me!"
"Can we keep it down?" barked Adrian.
Emily laughed aloud. "Okay, okay! It was just a prank." She held her daughter by the cheeks and wiped the rest of the medicine off her face with her thumbs. When she was done, Elle turned around and leaned back into her mother, laying her head upon her soft, bare breasts.
"It tastes good, though," Emily followed up.
"What's it taste like?" Adrian inquired, curious about the strange medicine himself.
Emily sighed wistfully. "Tastes a bit like... my childhood." She brought her sticky thumb up to her nose, gave it a sniff, then sucked it off, savoring the flavor this time.
"What do you mean?" Adrian asked, confused.
"It tastes like the medicine I had to take when I was sick."
Adrian could only imagine that it must taste like sugary artificial cherry flavoring, but then remembered Elle had said it was salty when the doctor gave her the first dose.
Meanwhile, on the TV, the movie turned out to be an out-and-out cheese-fest—but surprisingly racy. The first scene featured Barbarella rewarding a man she had just met with sex. Of course, it was only implied as their futuristic carriage skated around an icy plane, but Elle was captivated nonetheless. She imagined the scenes that could be unfolding inside the man's circling vessel. To date, she had never been with a man, but suddenly, she found herself curiously eager to try it out. A buzzing sensation grew in her head, and her cheeks tingled as she daydreamed about some of the boys at her school.
With Elle now sitting on Emily's lap, Nat noticed that Adrian's lap was open, so she decided to climb aboard. Adrian didn't mind at all. He continued to rub her back and shoulders through her oversized T-shirt, now free to use both hands on her at the same time. Nat purred and found herself getting used to his touch. After her lengthy massage at the pool, and now being close to Adrian again, she felt like she was being put under a spell — one she liked, at that. Sitting on one of his legs, she spread her legs across his thigh and held onto his knee with her small hands for balance. She occasionally leaned into her arm, pressing her forearm against her crotch, feeling an electric sensation from her pussy every time she applied pressure there.
Adrian could feel the girl rocking slightly on his leg as he continued to rub her shoulders. He silently wished she were rocking on his hardening shaft instead. Between his still-topless wife, his perpetually turned-on child, the sexy movie playing, and the sweet young girl melting in his hands, he felt like he was watching a lit fuse on a powder keg — edging ever closer to explosion.
Elle felt safe in the warmth of her mother's embrace. While she was enjoying the strangely risqué feature on the television, she felt distracted by the warm softness of her mom's chest. Losing interest in the screen, she shifted in her lap so that she could gaze upward at the shapely cones of the bosom before her. The nipples that capped then off seemed to call out to her. She wanted to touch them, to suck on them. The world around her began to fade away, and she fixed her vision upon them. When she thought that nobody was paying attention, she reached up and brushed her hand, with her tingling fingers, against one. Emily, of course, noticed, but only gave a sigh finished off with a soft moan. This gave Elle newfound courage, though she felt as if her head was stuffed with gauze. She puckered her lips slightly, imagining what it would be like to take one of those nipples into her mouth. She quickly became fascinated with her mother's boobs, and ignored the movie that played. She gently kneaded one breast, and then the other. Beneath her, she felt her mother's legs quiver.
Emily dragged her fingers across Elle's bare arms, lightly tracing up and down their length, from her girl's shoulders, down to the fingertips that were themselves now drawing circles around her own areola. She glanced over at Adrian, but he was either too absorbed in the movie or too preoccupied with massaging the nymph in front of him to notice the two of them. Her child's head was so close to her nipple that she could feel her warm breath cascade across it in rhythmic pants. It made her giddy inside and gave her flesh goose bumps. She reminisced about how she and her daughter used to sit in that very chair and feed. She knew what Elle needed once again, and she shifted her weight slightly, directing one of the stiffening buds ever closer to her daughter's pouting lips.
Elle's base instinct kicked in and she took to it readily. Emily again moaned softly as her daughter's warm lips engulfed her nipple.