The whole family getting you high for the first time then taking turns playing with you while the rest watch but they are pretending like nothings wrong or happening and keep asking you why you’re moaning 🙏🏼
Here you go, love xx hope this is what you imagined. it was kind of out of my comfort zone so idk how to feel about it.
The air in the room was thick with anticipation, though no one dared to acknowledge it. The family sat in a loose circle on the living room floor, a joint lazily making its way around. You, the youngest, had never tried it before. You weren’t even sure how you’d ended up here, but the casual way they’d invited you—“Come join us, it’s just a little fun”—made it feel harmless.
“Here,” one of them said, passing it to you with a sly smile. “Just take a puff. Don’t overthink it.”
You hesitated, but the warm, encouraging looks around the circle made it impossible to refuse. You brought it to your lips, inhaled, and coughed almost immediately. They all laughed, but it was gentle, almost affectionate.
“You’ll get used to it,” another one said, patting your back.
Minutes passed, and the room began to feel… different. The walls seemed softer, the lights dimmer, and the laughter more liquid, like it was spilling over and around you. You sank deeper into the carpet, your limbs heavy but pleasant, like you were floating.
“How’re you feeling?” one of them asked, their voice melodic, almost hypnotic.
“I… I don’t know,” you murmured, your words slow and deliberate. “Weird. But… good.”
They exchanged glances, smiles playing on their lips. One of them reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, but you didn’t pull away. It felt… nice.
“You’re so tense,” they said, their voice soft, almost conspiratorial. “You should relax. Let us help you.”
Before you could respond, their hands were on you, kneading your shoulders, your arms, your back. It felt incredible, the warmth of their touch mingling with the haze in your mind. You let out a soft sigh, your head lolling to the side.
“That’s it,” another one cooed, their voice low and soothing. “Just let go.”
Their hands drifted lower, trailing down your sides, their fingers brushing against the curve of your hips. You tensed for a moment, but the sensation was too intoxicating to resist. You felt yourself melting into their touch, your breath hitching.
“W-What are you doing?” you asked, your voice trembling, though you didn’t pull away.
“Helping you relax,” one of them replied, their tone completely casual, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. “Is it working?”
You nodded, your voice catching in your throat as their fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, tracing slow, deliberate circles on your skin. Your heart raced, but your body felt languid, like you were caught in a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.
One of them shifted closer, their hand now resting on your thigh. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut.
“You’re so sensitive,” they murmured, their voice dripping with feigned innocence. “Are you okay?”
“Y-Yeah,” you whispered, though you weren’t entirely sure. Your head was spinning, your thoughts muddled, but the pleasure was undeniable.
Their hand crept higher, their fingers teasing the edge of your shorts. You squirmed, a soft moan escaping your lips.
“Why are you moaning?” another one asked, their tone light, almost teasing.
“I… I don’t know,” you stammered, your face flushing.
They chuckled, their hands never stopping, their touches growing bolder, more deliberate. One of them leaned in, their breath warm against your ear. “You’re being so good. Just let us take care of you.”
Their words sent a shiver down your spine, your body responding instinctively. You felt one of their fingers dip beneath the fabric of your shorts, brushing against the sensitive skin beneath. Your back arched, a strangled gasp escaping your lips.
“You’re so wet,” they murmured, their voice low and husky. “Do you like this?”
You couldn’t answer, your mind a whirlwind of sensation and emotion. Their fingers pressed deeper, stroking you in slow, maddening circles. You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to spill out.
“Why are you holding back?” one of them asked, their voice dripping with false concern. “It’s okay to enjoy it.”
Their words broke through the last of your resistance, and you let out a soft, trembling moan. Their hands were everywhere now, touching, teasing, exploring, while the rest of them watched, their eyes dark with something you couldn’t quite place.
One of them leaned in, their lips brushing against your neck. The sensation was electric, and you gasped, your hands clutching at the carpet.
“You’re doing so well,” they whispered, their voice soft but firm. “Just let go.”
Their fingers pressed harder, faster, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your body trembling with pleasure. You whimpered, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
“Why are you moaning so much?” another one asked, their voice light, almost playful.
“I… I can’t help it,” you cried, your voice breaking.
They laughed, the sound low and husky, and you felt yourself falling, your body writhing as waves of pleasure crashed over you.
“Good girl,” one of them murmured, their voice thick with satisfaction.
You collapsed back onto the carpet, your chest heaving, your mind blissfully empty. They were still touching you, their hands gentle now, almost reverent.
“How do you feel?” one of them asked, their voice soft, almost tender.
“I… I don’t know,” you whispered, your voice trembling.
They smiled, their hands never stopping, their touches growing softer, more intimate. “You’ll get used to it.”
You could feel a new wave of sensations building, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of you. The room was filled with the sound of your breathy moans and their whispered encouragements, the line between pleasure and innocence blurring more with every passing moment.
“Just let us take care of you,” they murmured, their voices blending into one.
