Sleeping Cutie's Two Daddies (reluctant taboo sleep sex erotica) Read Free Page A

field, all sorts of flowers and deer and stuff
were milling around. I stretched, gently massaged the shoulder I’d
been asleep on, and then suddenly, felt another hand. It pushed
mine out of the way, and then a drizzle of something warm and wet
hit my skin.
    “Relax, baby girl.” It was Ben’s gravelly
voice. My daddy Ben! In my dream! Although, something about the
dream felt a lot more real than they usually do. He poured a little
more of the stuff – that turned out to be lilac scented oil – on my
shoulder, and started to rub.
    “Pass me some of that,” another voice said.
This one was younger, and less raspy. Drake! I knew it immediately.
“I think our daughter’s legs are sore too. She must have been
working out a lot yesterday. She grew up right.”
    A thumb ran down my hamstring and all the way
to the swell of my bottom. He pushed his fingers deep along the
line where my legs joined my body and I felt a huge rush of
relaxation. Some kind of noise off in the edge of the woods – weird
dream, huh? – startled me a little.
    Back in reality, I rolled over on the couch
and was a little confused that the TV was off. I thought I’d left
it on. Also, the room was completely dark except for a light in the
kitchen. There was no light on in the kitchen. There were two
figures near me, although at the time I wasn’t sure if I was really awake, or still asleep. One of them had a hand on my
back, just like in the dream, and the other was stroking my
leg.
    Vaguely, somewhere in the back of my
sleep-addled mind, I had a clue what was happening. My daddy Ben
was rubbing the small of my back and...oh my God! Drake! He was
rubbing my leg. This was just too weird to be real. But it felt
really good, and...it isn’t like I didn’t want this to happen, so
why not just...
    A soft groan escaped my lips when one of them
pushed harder on my ass. It felt so good that warmth crept up my
back. I wondered if I had been doing anything embarrassing when
they came in, but instead of fighting it, I just closed my eyes
again.
    “Do you see this?” I heard as I drifted off.
I couldn’t tell which one said it. “She’s so wet. You don’t really
suppose she was dreaming about us do you?”
    “Shh...you’ll wake her,” the other said.
“Look how she’s moving around. She’s loving this.”
    ...She’s loving this...
     
    ...Loving this...
    ...Loving...
    “Does that feel good, Gia? Your back was so
tight, sweetie.” Drake had a caring tone to his voice.
    Back in my dream meadow, I arched my back so
my daddy’s fingers went right into my cramped shoulder and I nodded
yes. Slowly, I rolled over so that my mostly-bare body was open for
my daddies to see. From the way they both stared at my tits, I
think I got their attention.
    “Can you maybe rub me here?” I asked, as I
scooped up one of my big, round breasts to show them what I meant.
“My chest is so...oh that feels good, just like that. Mmm...”
    That’s when I realized that what I was laying
on in the forest wasn’t really a couch, not at all. It was
something flat, but soft. Maybe like a table, but with a mattress
on it, which didn’t make a lot of sense, but who cares when
something feels this good? Something I knew I could never have in
real life, no matter how much I wanted it.
    Ben was standing above my head and I felt a
little swell every now and then when he moved to change angles on
the massage he was giving me. It was big. Really, really big, and
it kept brushing against the side of my head. I wanted to reach
back and touch it and after pausing for a second, I thought – why
the hell not? I’m dreaming – and did exactly what I wanted. My hand
first met the bare skin of his thighs and then a heavy, warm
sack.
    “Oh...mmm...” I moaned softly as my fingers
curled around one of my daddy’s balls and I gave him a little
squeeze. “I guess I’m not the only one not wearing much, huh?” I
bit my lip and looked up to see him smiling.
    “She must be