In front of them, Nat 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."
Elle slipped down from the couch and plopped herself onto the floor next to Nat. 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, Elle," Adrian scolded, "Don't let your mom hear you talking like that."
Nat laughed uproariously.
"Sorry, dad," the girl replied, returning to the couch.
Once again, Nat took the reigns and began her next run. Unlike Elle, she was not quite so distracted, and her playtime was much longer. Adrian 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. Elle inhaled deeply and quickly exhaled, letting only the quietest of moans escape her lips.
Adrian heard, but still he persisted. As he dragged his fingernails across her shoulders and up the nape of her neck, Elle felt some of her girl-cum dribble into the crotch of her sweatpants.
"Damn it!" shouted Nat. A bouncing turtle shell had taken her next life. She turned to Elle and noticed the special treatment her dad was giving her. Elle gazed back and blushed. Nat smirked, "It's your turn again."
"Um, okay," Elle replied, quietly. She crawled back onto the floor.
Nat, this time, took a spot on the couch instead of staying put next to her friend. She hoped that Adrian 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 T-shirt covered back. As Elle careened through the stage, Adrian lightly massaged the young girl beside him.
Adrian's heart pounded. He could tell that Nat 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 Nat, "You did that on purpose!"
Elle 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's turn."
"Girls!" Adrian 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 for his attention. "Let's not end a friendship over Mario." The girls exchanged sheepish glances. "Why don't we watch a movie instead?"
They all agreed and rifled through the movies available to stream.
"Daddy, can we watch a rated-R movie?" Elle asked.
"Oh I don't know, do you think you're mature enough to handle it?" Adrian asked in return.
Elle rolled her eyes and said, "Yesss."
"Can we watch a rated-X movie, Daddy?" Nat asked brightly, batting her eyes, clearly being sarcastic.
Adrian brushed off the fact that she, too, had called him daddy and chuckled. "Very funny. Anyway, there aren't any rated-X movies to stream on here."
"How about this one?" Elle asked, pointing to a sci-fi film called Barbarella. "It says it's rated PG."
Adrian was unfamiliar with it, but it looked like an adventure film, akin to Star Wars. "That looks like a good one to watch. Fire it up."