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Eri sighed as she packed and taped up another box. She couldn’t believe that they were finally moving out of her childhood home. She smiled as she looked at the pictures on the wall of the hallway. It was about time, though. Daddy was getting older, and Papa couldn’t hope to take care of such a large house on his own, especially with Daddy’s creaky, old bones. Eri had just spent her twenty-fourth birthday with everyone and a big party. It was a great way to celebrate her parents’ moving out.

“Ah, who left this here?” Eri grumbled as she slammed her elbow into the wall tripping over a stray box.

She set down the box in her arms and kneeled to open the unlabelled box. Better to label it now than later so Daddy and Papa can know what they were missing or needed to prioritize. She opened the box to find tons of albums and frames inside. Eri tilted her head as curiosity washed over her. She opened it to the first page of the album. Her eyebrows rose as she looked over the first page of photos. Her Papa was lying on the bed, covered up, but in a very compromising position. She closed the album and stood up.

"Hey, Papa? What's this?" Eri called, knowing Aizawa was around the corner boxing up the living room decor.

“What’s what, honey?” Aizawa called.

“This! There’s a box in front of the door with albums and frames in it.”

“Honey, you know I can’t see from around the corner,” Aizawa called.

“Then come over here!” Eri called.

“Give me a second, Eri. Let me finish this up.” Aizawa called.

Eri sighed before kneeling on the floor once more. She moved around some of the contents, small albums, large albums, different kinds of frames, and marked photos faced down. She picked up another album. The opening page had some chicken scratch writing on it that she didn’t recognize.

"What's what, honey?" Aizawa asked as he rounded the corner. His went wide when he saw what was in her hands. "Honey, don't open that!"

“What’s the problem?” Eri asked as she turned the page. Her eyes look over the page, and she turned bright red. She dropped the album and stood up abruptly. “Sorry!”

The abrupt movement kicked over the box, so all of its contents were left spread across the floor. Aizawa panicked as Eri’s eyes drifted over each one.

“Holy crap! Are you two serious?!” Eri yelled as Aizawa tried to quiet her.

All the photos across the hallway floor are lewd pictures of her fathers. Various professional and amateur pictures littered the carpet.

Aizawa, in panties, bare ass to the camera spread obscenely by the person taking the photo. Yagi's cock down his throat and a flush on his face. The bulge of Yagi’s huge cock was apparent as Aizawa’s eyes sparkled on camera. Another with their pelvises pressed together, Yagi's hand groping his ass and Aizawa’s hair tied back and messy. More with Aizawa in Yagi's lap, cock inside him, legs spread in a ‘V’ for the camera. Yagi's hands covering his cock, a smirk on his face.

More with Aizawa cock hard, flushed, and leaking with nipple clamps and dirty words written all over his body as he posed for a black and white photo. Yagi with his All Might dildo attached to a machine fucking him and equally dirty words all over his body. Others had Yagi with cum all over his face and hair, and a grin spread across his face.

An album had pictures that slid out of it and piled on each other. Aizawa was tying back his hair before going down on Yagi. Yagi was squeezing Aizawa's ass and facing the camera about to eat him out, a goofy grin on his face. Aizawa in bondage. Yagi in bondage. Aizawa using an onna hole on Yagi. Aizawa spread wide by a speculum. Yagi, legs tied against the headboard of their bed, nearly bent in half, a glass dildo showing off his insides. Anything that you could think of was in that box. Eri had zeroed in on a particularly raunchy photo of Aizawa deep throating Yagi and a disembodied hand spraying whipped cream across his cock.

“If you both ever come at me for taking nude, I will remind you of all of this.” Eri shook her head in disbelief. She gasped and smirked.

“Eri, no!” Aizawa glared.

“Daddy!” Eri stood up, running down the hall to her father. “Daddy!” she called again.

“Eri, honey, what’s all the racket?” Yagi was so confused as Eri ran to catch him. “Honey, I have to do the yard.”

“When were you going to tell me that you both had a box filled with crazy ass nudes!” Eri yelled.

Yagi’s eyes widened. “You said you’d get it!” he hissed.

“I didn’t mean you should just leave it in the hallway, my love!” Aizawa panted, leaning against the doorway.

She's laughing and teasing. "Can I take pictures like those, Daddy?"

"Absolutely not!" Aizawa says sternly, just as Yagi replied. “As long as it’s with someone you love.”

“Toshinori!” Aizawa hissed.

“What. You were like what? Seven years older? If she wants to have a box of nudes, then let her go for it.

“I was a dumbass thirty-year-old.”

“True. If I remember correctly, some of the more out-there ideas were yours.”

“Ugh, okay, I don’t need to hear this.” Eri held up her hands.

"Ah, dear, Papa did a lot of that for me. I wasn’t in a good place at the time, and he wanted to help my confidence. You know, with my sickness and all. I was already relatively older and just didn’t feel wanted. He helped me get over that. " Yagi grinned as Aizawa flushed.

“Aww, Papa, that’s so sweet. Just please never let me see any of it again. I think I may need to wash my eyes out with bleach.