Going Nova ch. 5: The Girls’ Sleepover Begins

Upstairs, Brie sat in front of a mirror and combed the knots out of her hair. It was still ratty from her time in the water. Meanwhile, Elsie dug through Brie’s messy closet, seeing what she could procure from her friend’s wardrobe. Neither of them had yet dressed. Elsie pulled out a white teeshirt that was two sizes too big for either of them. The shirt said “Bye hater” on it.

“OMG,” Elsie said, “Remember when you wore this all the time?”

Brie rolled her eyes at the oversized garment. “Yesss, I thought I was so hip-hop back then.”

“Brie, hip-hop is the last thing you’ll ever be,” Elsie teased. She pulled the shirt on and flipped her hair out of it. She posed cheekily.

Brie gave her a once-over, “You wear it better than I ever did. I bet even Mia would approve.”

Elsie lit up at the suggestion. She twisted in the mirror, smoothing the shirt down her body as she examined her figure. It came down just over her butt. “You think so?”

“You can have it, if you want.”

“Really? You don’t want it?”

“Nah, I just use it as a night shirt anyway. Something to sleep in.”

A lightbulb went off in Elsie’s head, “Oh yeah, you know what we should do tonight? We should have a sleepover! I thought of it when I was getting my swimming suit, so I packed an extra outfit in my duffel bag, just in case.”

“That sounds fun! I’ll ask my parents over dinner.”

Just then, Warrick called from downstairs, “Dinner’s ready!”

“We’re coming!” Brie called back.

Elsie giggled and then moaned pornographically, feigning masturbation, “We’re cumming.” Brie frowned and smacked her friend on the shoulder, which made Elsie laugh even harder.

Brie quickly finished getting ready, leaving her bikini top on and slipping back into her gray sweatpants. Elsie reached under the oversized shirt and untied one side of her bottoms. “Guess I don’t need these on anymore.” She released the strands, winking at Brie as they slid down her leg and she stepped out. Brie inhaled deeply, pushing back against a nervous sensation flooding her chest. They headed down the stairs to dinner.

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Over dinner, Brie put in her request for the sleepover.

“I don’t know,” said Warrick, “I was kind of hoping for a quiet evening.” He flung his head in Elsie’s general direction.

Elsie pleaded, “Pleeease, Warrick.” And then in a whisper, “I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“Don’t you girls have school in the morning?”

Brie countered, “No, tomorrow’s Sunday. And besides, you and mom had Ivy sleep over on Thursday, and that’s a school night.”

Warrick shot a glance at his wife, who gave a smirking nod of admission back. This was the first they knew that Brie had overheard the friend and junior coworker of Hazel’s. “True,” Warrick conceded, “But we’re adults and we get to break the rules.”

Brie turned to Hazel, “Please, mommy?”

“Please!” echoed Elsie.

“It’s up to your father.”

Not wanting to be the villain, Warrick finally relented with a sigh, much to the girls’ excitement and also to the detriment of his eardrums. After they finished eating, the girls cleared the table and Hazel started on the dishes.

Warrick herded them into the family room. “You girls want to watch a movie or play a game?”

“No, let’s play the Nintendo,” Elsie replied.

“Okay, I’ll get it set up.” Warrick flicked the remote and turned on the television. He pulled out a vintage Nintendo console and popped in the the third Super Mario Bros. game. Being as it was an older system, the length of the cables prevented whomever had the controller to sit on the couch and play at the same time, so the player had to sit in the middle of the room.

Elsie was up first. She sat down, cross-legged on the carpet and started plugging away at the first level. “These graphics are so old!” she giggled.

“This is a classic game,” Warrick retorted, finding a seat on the couch. “They did amazing things with the technology for the time.”

“Still, doesn’t change how old it is, hah!”

Warrick was unable to argue her point.

Meanwhile, Brie sat on the couch next to her father. As they both looked on, watching Elsie’s progress, Warrick lazily rubbed his daughter’s back with one hand. Brie felt both comforted and relaxed by its presence on the bare parts of her back. It kind of tickled, and goosebumps rose up. She shivered and sighed deeply.

Warrick noticed her breathing and felt sudden clarity in his actions, realizing that his absent-minded stroking might be having real implications for his daughter’s sensitive nerve endings. He stopped and patted her on the shoulder, resting his hand there.

Brie didn’t want the feeling to stop, though, so she turned to him, flashing a smile, and quietly said, “Daddy, that feels good. Keep doing it.”

Warrick was unsure that it would be wise to honor her request, but he was too charmed by her impish smile to fight it and again began to lightly rub her back and shoulders. He figured he could send her up to her room if her new, erotic tendencies began to get out of hand.

But Brie was trying her hardest to stay extra-engaged with the game on the TV. She didn’t want to be banished to her room, she just wanted to enjoy herself. She pushed back against the warm feelings she was harboring in her belly.

In front of them, Elsie was doing pretty well, but eventually a rogue fireball took Mario’s life and it was time to switch players. “That was cheap!” she cried out and turned to her friend. “You’re up.”

Brie slipped down from the couch and plopped herself onto the floor next to Elsie. She attempted a run of the first world, but her fingers felt sluggish. She was unable to make Mario perform accurately and so she stumbled through the level. To her credit, she nearly made it to the end, but before she did, Mario fell to his doom. “Fuck me!” she shouted.

“Easy now, Brie,” Warrick scolded, “Don’t let your mom hear you talking like that.”

Elsie laughed uproariously.

“Sorry, dad,” the girl replied, returning to the couch.

Once again, Elsie took the reigns and began her next run. Unlike Brie, she was not quite so distracted, and her playtime was much longer. Warrick resumed treating his daughter to a back rub. He enjoyed having more-or-less unrestricted access to her smooth, slender back, save for the places covered by the scanty strings of her swimming top. He switched up from using his fingertips to lightly scratching her with his nails. Brie inhaled deeply and quickly exhaled, letting only the quietest of moans escape her lips.

Warrick heard, but still he persisted. As he dragged his fingernails across her shoulders and up the nape of her neck, Brie felt some of her girl-cum dribble into the crotch of her sweatpants.

“Damn it!” shouted Elsie. A bouncing turtle shell had taken her next life. She turned to Brie and noticed the special treatment her dad was giving her. Brie gazed back and blushed. Elsie smirked, “It’s your turn again.”

“Um, okay,” Brie replied, quietly. She crawled back onto the floor.

Elsie, this time, took a spot on the couch instead of staying put next to her friend. She hoped that Warrick would rub her back, too, recalling the special attention he had given her at the pool that afternoon. Briefly, he didn’t move, so she leaned into him and flashed him a quick smile. He smiled back at her, albeit cautiously, but his constitution crumbled and he placed a hand over her tee-shirt covered back. As Brie careened through the stage, Warrick lightly massaged the young girl beside him.

Warrick’s heart pounded. He could tell that Elsie was flirting with him, but he couldn’t really grasp her true intentions. Was she really attracted to him, or was it just building hormones guiding her suggestive actions? Or was it his own hormones seeing something sexual in the innocent young girl seated beside him that wasn’t actually there? More shouting snapped him out of his contemplation.

“I died again!”

“Already?” whined Elsie, “You did that on purpose!”

Brie was taken aback. “What?”

“You’re dying so that I have to play the game and you can just sit here and watch!”

“No I’m not, you’re just better at it than I am.”

“Just go again!”

“I can’t go again, it’s your guy up!”

“Girls!” Warrick interrupted, “If nobody wants to play the game, we don’t have to, but you’re the ones who suggested it.” He wondered if they were fighting over his attention.