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When Claudia came to live with us, she slept in my coffin like a child. We started feet to head to make more room for each of us, but eventually she and I begun to lie facing one another to talk quietly until Lestat would snap at us for it. I loved giggling with her late into the morning even as I was falling into that coma like sleep that the sun induced in us.
As she got older she wanted her own coffin, and I could never tell her no, Lestat struggled with pretending to tell her no, but never stuck to it unless it would harm her. Even then it was a very loose no.
The coffin was beautiful and she fit in it perfectly. The pink lining matched her eyes. I tried to look encouraging, but I'm a bad liar, and I've been told such many times. I would miss her. She knew this, she could read it.
One random night, she decided the individuality was no longer what she wanted, she wanted the option to go to her own coffin should she want to. That night she decided we would share the coffin once more.
It had started as a parent and child, the child leaving the nest, then something new, strange, and strong. We started to sleep together and live together as husband and wife.
I used to kiss her eyelids and her cheeks to make her giggle, but as we lay in that coffin the second round through, as she grew in her mind, as she became a woman, my kisses were slower, I let them linger, and I could read what she wanted in her mind like a book even if she didn't understand that as our lips met, she now didn't just love me. She wasn't just in love with me.
While trying to navigate these emotions in her and in me, I started to pick up on something more. Snippets from her mind.
“How green Daddy Lou's eyes are today.” was then followed by, “How gold Uncle Les’ hair looks in this light.” and, “Just so handsome. So hot. The sounds they make when they think im not able to hear, when they tell me not to listen and I get a strange tingling and warm feeling.”
I would usually stop listening at that point.
It was about a month of this when the guilt finally slammed into me like a truck. I shut my mind off to her, something I wasnt used to doing and hadnt tried before. She was hurt. I could see it in her eyes.
She pulled her upper lip in between her teeth to bite back what she wanted to say. Lestat saw the change, worry crossing his features. Now we were all cut off as Lestat always had been.
“Mon Cher? Cherie? What is happening? Louis? Claudia? What is wrong?” Lestat asked, snapping his head between us as he gently lay a hand on each of our arms.
His hand was so large on her. She was so small, so young.
“You sleep in your own coffin from now on. It's what's proper.” I said to Claudia.
“Proper?” Lestat asked quietly.
We discussed it in French for some time but eventually it tapered out and by morning we were all silently in our own coffins.
I hated it and Claudia hated it. I would catch snippets of her thoughts on the matter, and snippets of those other thoughts that terrified me so much.
It soon wouldn't matter.
A huge storm was coming and the worst of it was going to hit during the day. The structural integrity of the house was compromised from another storm earlier the year and if the hurricane was bad enough it might come down around us, exposing the three coffins, especially Claudia's since she would be in a completely separate room. Lestat had prepared for this.
It was still a coffin, though it was wider than mine that Lestat and I could share. This one would be able to fit us both shoulder to shoulder, but he had it commissioned before Claudia was born.
Lestat would have it no other way. As morning drew closer he said we should retire early to get comfortable, and so, we all squeezed into the coffin.
Lestat on one side facing me, me on the other side facing him, and Claudia in the middle facing me.
We lay in the dark in moderate silence for a short time. There was a shift in the silence, and Claudia slowly pressed her lips to mine, and I met them.
Her hand slid up to cup my cheek as she deepened the kiss, moving her lips slowly on mine until the tension became too great for me. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer.
Her thoughts exploded into mine and her lust overwhelmed me almost as much as the love that carried it.
Love me, Louis. Like you do Uncle Les.she thought.
I would never say no to her.
I parted my lips and let my tongue run along her lower lip until she parted them with a small gasp and I slid my tongue along hers.
Our tongues fought for dominance as her hand slid down my body and between my legs and slid into the slit of my pants. I lifted my leg slightly to give her access to grip my shaft and slide her hand along it.
I started to slide my tongue along hers at the same rate and force of each time she moved her hand. When I switched up, she caught on, and I taught her exactly how I liked to be touched.
A woman had never been able to make my body react this way, but this was Claudia. She loved me and I loved her.
I slid my arm down her back to find her pressed back and grinding on Lestat. This jolted me and I lifted my arm, pressing it to the top of the coffin, but unable to ignore how hot it was that he was involved in this, just quietly allowing she and I to connect as she made small gestures to include him as well.
Just like when we fought, she got between us to make it all better.
When I finally lowered my hand back to her body, my hand rested on Lestat's. He had hiked up her nightgown and was holding it in a balled fist as she rolled her body against his.
At first I was scared to explore but she was steady working me up and I was doing nothing for her.
I slid my hand to the small of her back and to the curve of her ass, finding she had no underwear on. She had prepared for this.
My hand slid along the back of her leg and hiked it over my hip, sliding my hand slowly back up to find her slit, teasing it with the tip of my finger.
Our kiss finally parted as she made a small whimper of surprise. She had never been touched this way.
I ran my finger along her slit, back and forth tenderly, going deeper and deeper each time until I was sliding my finger in a way to simulate rutting on her.
My little girl was growing up and she was so wet and hot and her body begged for me.
I lightly circled her entrance.
“Claudia… love…” I dipped my finger inside her and her walls compressed slightly.
“Yes, Daddy Lou?” She whispered.
“Put the end of me… right here with your hand. Gently.” I said. I could hear Lestat purr as I coached her.
It was a little clumsy at first but she eventually guided my dick to her hole and even started to press it in.
A thought came to me as my tip pressed to her.
Will my hymen grow back like my hair?
I was suddenly so excited to find out that answer but I couldn't rush. Not her first time, not our first time.
“Hold on, baby girl.” I said softly, sliding my hand back to the small of her back and shifting her slightly to get us both more comfortable.
The storm raged outside as she wrapped her arms over my shoulders and around my neck. Her body quivered in anticipation as I lingered.
I wanted her wetter, more prepared, I didn't want her to hurt at all. So, my hand traced her flat stomach down… and I started to rub her clit with my thumb.
She started to lightly buck but I refused to put any more inside of her just yet. I could read the pleasure in her mind as it built, her body clinging to me as she quietly begged.
Her words and noises cut off, her movements became urgent, and she came on my tip. If we had been standing my legs would have gone weak.
I knew we weren't parent and child anymore. We would live as spouses from now on and completely. I wondered if this was all okay with Lestat who was barely involved at all at this point.
I didn't have long enough to ponder this as she pressed her wet lips to my neck.
“Daddy Lou. More.”
“Anything for you.”
Dear Secret Diary,
Im Claudia and you are my new confidant. I have other diaries but you are where all my dirty thoughts are going to go so I can hide you from Uncle Les and Daddy Lou. I think they make Daddy Lou uncomfortable.
He was acting really uncomfortable until last night when something magical happened.
We made love!
But ill explain that another time as I really have to tell you about what happened when I woke up the next night! It was really surprising and much more unexpected.
The rain was still heavy outside and the wind still howled through the trees. Every so often thunder would roll through and I loved it.
Daddy Lou's thing still pressed to my bare skin and I wanted it again really bad but there came a soft voice from behind me, the body I had settle back on and the one we had ignored last night.
“Lets not wake him just yet, Cheri.” He whispered.
“But I want more.” I whined, biting my lip.
His big hands settled on my hips and he pulled me back flush and I realized his thing was already hard.
“Was I not an option? Am I still not?” He asked sounding hurt.
“ Of course you are, Uncle Les!” I said enthusiastically, a little too much so. Louis started to stir.
“Claudia.” His muttered, “Claudia, come here.”
I slid forward out of Lestat's arms, though he didn't intend on letting me completely go.
“You alright, Little one?” Louis asked me. It was hard to concentrate as Uncle Les slid my nightgown off over my head.
“Why wouldn't I be?” I asked as Uncle Les rested his hands on my hips again.
“What we did last night.” Louis said. He was still so groggy.
“What we did last night felt good.”
Lestat rested a finger on the slit between my legs and whispered in my ear.
“Put his shaft here and slide this part of you up and down him.” Les instructed.
I did as I was told and Louis made a sound of interest, his breaths hitching as I started to rub his shaft. I wanted it inside me again so badly I could have cried.
“Okay, okay. Its ready when you are.” He said, reading my mind. I squealed in delight and guided it where it would enter and he thrust, something he had been too scared to do last night. The good burn returned as he hit resistance. He readjusted and thrust again, breaking through to completely fill me. My mind was full of nothing but the pleasure.
I cried out and my body tensed, holding him in as I clung to him.
“Daddy Lou… When we are done can i have a turn with Uncle Les?” His hips started to snap into me making a jolt of pleasure spark through me each time.
“Of course, baby.” He muttered absently.