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(Everybody Wants You, continued by Judas Iskariot...)
“Mom, dad, please sit down. I’ve got something I’d like to talk to you about.”
You go on and tell them about the wish you made the other night and that you think that something strange happened that makes everyone want to fuck you. Including your own parents.
Your mother and father looks at you and each other. You can see that your mother is turning all red in her face and your father looks away and says “But that’s obnoxious, I would never dream of ”
“Don’t pretend like nothing happened!” you say looking at your father sternly. “It wasn’t even fifteen minutes ago you had your hand under my t-shirt fondling my boobs and trying to squeeze in between my legs to feel my pussy.”
“Remember these dad?” you say and pull up your t-shirt to show him your naked boobs. “Mom was standing not even six feet away, doing the dishes and ‘pretending’ not to know what was going on behind her back while you were having a go at them.”
Your dad’s eyes are transfixed on your boobs and you can see the desire ravaging in his mind again. You pull your t-shirt back down to keep him from exploding.
“And you mother! As soon as dad left you and me alone for a minute you couldn’t help but throwing yourself on me!”
Your dad looks at your mother in disbelief and your mother looks down in the kitchen table.
“Is that right, honey?” says your daddy, and your mother just nods.
“I just wanted a kiss,” says your mother, not daring out of shame to look up at either you or your father. “I just wanted to know what it felt like to taste those wonderful luscious lips of yours, and to feel your breath on my face. I just wanted to be really close to you for once and squeeze you, that’s all.”
As your mother is saying this, you notice she is subconsciously massaging one of her boobs. Then she turns serious and looks straight at you and you can see tears of shame building up in her eyes.
“It’s true,” she says “as weird as it sounds even to myself, there is nothing I’d like more in the world right now then to have sex with you. But I’m afraid I and your father have been doing you a terrible wrong. Magic wish or not, you are still our precious daughter and we owe you an apology.”
“Is there anything we can do to make things right again?” says your father “I mean this wish probably won’t disappear by itself, so we need to figure out a way to live with it I suppose. What do you suggest?”