admin
22 Temmuz 2022, 14:15
This is chapter 3 of my story. I highly suggest reading the previous chapters first.
This story is fiction. It is an incest romance that goes through various relationships and experiences. Also this is my first time trying to write so please be nice. This is a learning process though so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Thank-you and I hope you enjoy.
***
Dad and I hadn't talked in a month and I was stuck at home with my slut of a mother. Summer was beginning and I was heartbroken. I had a void that I had to try to fill and a strong desire to get out of the house. All I could think about was my night with dad and how wonderful it was before everything blew up. I couldn't focus on anything, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, and it didn't seem like it was going to get better anytime soon. My whole family was falling apart and all my friends were gone for summer vacations. I suppose I should have traveled with then but I simply had no desire to even get out of bed let alone go to another country.
As usual I went online and did my chat thing searching for advice; 99% of it was pervs that just wanted some fap motivation, but then I started talking to this one swinger couple. They proposed the idea that we could role-play the whole father daughter thing...and mother...I wasn't super thrilled about that part with the current feelings I had for my own mother but it was worth a try. Anything to try to fill the empty void that was missing in my heart.
It started well enough with regular video chats and eventually meeting up for dinner. Howard and Catharine were a picture perfect couple in their late 30s. On the surface they looked like that conventional white picket fence with a dog in the yard and Sunday trips to Home Depot type of couple. Nobody would ever suspect the secret life of sex and orgies that they shared at night. It worked well for me though because they kind of reminded me of my parents.
They took things slow with me. Our role-play went on for weeks without anything sexual. We would go for dinners, movies, theme parks, or sometimes we would just hang out at their place and play monopoly. They were a white collar couple and I was their surrogate daughter and together we were a cliché family (insert laughing emoji here). This was exactly what I needed to distract myself. It was not a complete solution as my heart still did ache for my real father but it numbed the pain.
The first time (and last time) I had sex with Howard and Catharine was quite elaborate. We all went on a trip to the Caribbean for a week. I was super excited and bought a new skimpy black and pink bikini just for the occasion. My mother would still disappear for days or weeks at a time so I don't even think she noticed I was missing. They built up a whole story for our trip that they wouldn't let me in on. Catharine left one day to do some scuba diving and Howard and I stayed at the resort. It was a nice day of sun bathing and drinks until he brought me back to the room and at last, seduced me. It was much more simple and straight to the point than things were with my real dad but I enjoyed it regardless.
Howard and I got back to the room slightly tipsy. Howard's hands were all over me as we started kissing. It wasn't long before my bikini was on the floor and Howards face was between my legs eating my pussy. Lost in bliss I was suddenly startled when Catharine burst into the room and began berating Howard for eating his own daughter's pussy. Her opinion quickly changed from the moral aspect of what was going on to the technique he was showing. Suddenly her head was between my legs showing Howard the "proper technique". They then instructed me on how to properly suck a dick. It was all feeling a bit corny to be honest. It more resembled bad baby sitter porn instead of a romantic incest fantasy. This was my first red flag that this wasn't going to work but I went along with it anyway. The sex was ok though. Either Catharine or I being fucked from behind while having our faces buried in the others vagina. It was just ok though...
The next morning, waking up between them I contemplated my disappointment. However I figured I would at least get laid again since we broke the ice... I was wrong. We went back to family mode for the day and then in the evening I found out what this trip was really about. They told me we were going to a beach party at their friend's house. Upon arrival I realized quickly that this was a swinger's party. Naked people everywhere either sucking or fucking someone while crowds observed them. The swingers started hitting on me and tried to persuade me to partake but this was way beyond my comfort level. I returned to the resort while Howard and Catharine stayed for their 2 day fuck fest. At least I got to enjoy the resort still.
On the flight home I informed them that this just wasn't for me. They tried to play it cool like it was no big deal. The awkward silence over the remainder of the flight told a different story though. celtabet giriş (https://eraqeradigital.com/bahis/celtabet/) We parted ways, said our goodbyes and I decided the whole surrogate idea was just foolish optimism.
A few weeks later an unlikely thing happened. I ran into Ashley at my yoga class. Yes... that Ashley. And I stared at her butt while we did our yoga class. I got a little wet as I fantasized about eating her out again. After the yoga class we started talking as if none of that other stuff had even happened; as if we were just long lost friends catching up. I'm not a very confrontational person so I didn't bother to inquire what she told people about Dylan (my brother) and I, and she didn't bring it up either. We went and hung out after and I got her caught up on the story with my mom and dad. She already knew I fucked my brother so I really didn't see the harm in telling her that I fucked my dad too. Ashley was very comforting and empathetic to what I was going though.
"O.M.G.! I just had the best idea ever!" Ashley exclaimed, fumbling for her phone.
"So I've been doing that sugar daddy thing and I met this one super hot guy that's like really into the whole daddy daughter thing! You guys should totally meet!" Ashley said incredibly excited.
After the experience I had with the couple I was very hesitant about the idea. Once she showed me a picture of him however...Ashley went on to describe him to me. He was in his early 40's and was a rich executive for a marketing company. Needless to say I was intrigued when she told me how much he spoiled her. I agreed to meet him and see how things went. Oh and in case you were wondering, Ashley and I became fuck buddies (wink emoji here).
My Ashley adventures however are a different story in a different category. Soo... Moving on.
His name was Richard and he was truly amazing. He insisted I call him dad right off the bat and he gave me the pet name 'Muffin'. I was instantly sold... And wet... Ya I gave it up on the first date that night... ermmmmm weekend.
We didn't even have to discuss the dynamic of our relationship. It was just natural. I was his daughter and he was my daddy... "Daddy"...Just to clarify. And we didn't just role-play in the bedroom either, it was all the time and everywhere. He would introduce me to everyone as his daughter and they believed it, even at his work. Things picked up with us pretty quickly. I was unsure about my career choice and he gave me a job working for him to try out the Field. I wanted out of the house and away from my slut mother (who still brought random men home to fuck), so I moved in with him.
Richard was exactly what I needed in my life. He looked somewhat similar to my real dad so imaging that our fictional life was real came very easy. My heart was not broken anymore and I was finally able to move on. I still missed my dad like crazy however I had an outlet now to keep myself in check.
Richard was very honest with me right from the beginning. He was a rich powerful man that always got what he wanted. It was something I really admired about him. We agreed that our relationship would be full and compassionate but it would also be open. He was very sexual and hard to completely satisfy. He would still see (and fuck) Ashley but I had no issue with that. That was just the tip of the iceberg though. He also had an addiction to married women. Not because he liked to cuck other men (at least I don't think that's the reason) but because he liked a challenge. He said there was nothing more satisfying than getting what he shouldn't be able to have. He would hire people with the sole intention of seducing their wives and he was successful a majority of the time. He had an irresistible charm that could make any women weak in the knees. Even his assistant that he would also fuck regularly was married. She was probably the biggest slut I have ever seen though. I watched her get gangbanged and even blow a group of 10 men while they had a board meeting.
All this opened me up even more to my sexuality. I'm not sure if my mother had anything to do with this but I had a strong desire to watch him fuck these married women. It was a strange feeling I couldn't describe. I would see my mother in these women and it would upset me but... At the same time it aroused me. I loved the whole process and would always be wet and ready for him afterward. I loved watching him seduce them away from their husbands. I loved watching him fuck them in ways no other man could. I even loved watching them return to their oblivious husband's while Richards cum dripped down their legs from their freshly filled pussies. Ya...I think my mom had something to do with that...ah well...
Sometimes I would even join in if the wife of the day was not completely opposed to the whole incest concept that our role-play would portray. Those were my favorite times. Watching the women's faces as the man they think is my father slowly impales my wanting pussy. Ha I guess I can thank Ashley for that one. celtabet yeni giriş (https://eraqeradigital.com/bahis/celtabet/)
Richard also liked to share me too. It started out with threesomes with a close friend of his named Jourdan. Over time though we started working on expanding my horizons. They showed me the ways of anal sex and eventually after a lot of time and patience I let them double penetrate me. It was overwhelming at first but after a couple times I really began to enjoy it. I would actually prefer double penetration to just anal. It would normally be just the three of us however one day we decided to try a fourth. Yes that's right I fucked three guys at once. One in my ass, one in my pussy and one in my mouth; they rotated of course. I found that experience to be way to overwhelming to be enjoyable so we just went back to our threesomes after that.
Everything was amazing for almost a year when somehow my brother popped back into my life. We had not talked in so long and I had no idea he was in town. Turns out he changed his major and switched to a college in the city. He also started interning at a company that Richard's company does business with regularly. Wish I would have known this sooner...I was having a coffee in the executive lounge when the receptionist came in.
"Hey Lindsay, there's some guy here that seems to think that you're his sister. I told him that can't be possible because you're Richards's daughter and he apparently has no idea who Richard is," she said laughing. My stomach sank as I peeked out the door to the front desk and sure enough there was Dylan.
"Oh really?" I said trying to remain oblivious.
"Ya... And he won't believe me soooo...Why don't you just go talk to him and clear things up."
I sat there for a minute trying to figure a way out of this but nothing came to mind so I just decided to get this over with. I walked out to the front desk trying to figure out how I was going to explain this.
"Lindsay!" Dylan shouted as soon as he saw me, "What the hell are you doing here?"
I shot him a glance and mouthed, "Just play along."
He clearly didn't understand as he continued his questioning. As if timing couldn't get any worse, Richard showed up...
"Hey Muffin, who's this," asked Richard.
Before I could even get a word out Dylan reached out to shake Richard's hand.
"My name is Dylan sir, I'm from Restell and I'm here to drop off some files and then I saw my sister here wandering around and had to say hi," he said, trying to sound professional.
The receptionist had returned to her desk observing our interactions. I had to do something now.
"Daddy, I think this guy is a bit confused. Just let me take care of this," I said while trying to maintain my composure and not panic.
"Daddy!?!" Dylan said. Before he could say anymore I quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him out into the hallway.
"What the fuck Linds? What's going on here and why did you call that guy Daddy?"
"And why the fuck didn't you tell me that you're back?" I countered angrily, "Look...ok this looks weird... Let's meet up tonight and I'll tell you everything, ok?"
Dylan just chuckled and agreed as he headed for the elevator. I already knew none of this was going to go well. I went back to the office and explained to Richard. He was less than impressed but not because I had a brother. It was because that exchange had happened in front of so many people. Our dad daughter fantasy was at risk now because people in the office like to talk. And talk they did...
I tried not to think about it when I met up at the coffee shop with Dylan. I decided if I try to lie that things would only get worse so I told him everything...EVERYTHING! He was much more understanding than I originally expected. He was also not very surprised to find out. He said he always had his suspicions but didn't want to say anything. We spent the rest of the night catching up on each others lives. It felt so nice being able to talk to him again, I really missed him.
The week went on and Dylan and I started talking regularly. He was living in the city with his new girlfriend that he met at college. She was "the one" he would always say. I was happy for him and I was happy he knew my secret. I thought everything was going to work out until Richard took me out for lunch one day. Richard was breaking up with me. He said that rumours were going around and too many people were asking questions. He didn't want to take any more risks and we had to stop seeing each other. To say I was devastated would be an understatement. I immediately started crying in the restaurant as Richard began to explain how we were going to proceed.
I had nobody else to turn to aside from my brother so it was the first call I made. He came to see me instantly and helped me get my things from Richards's condo. I was planning on just going back home but Dylan insisted that I come stay with him and his girlfriend. I didn't talk to mom or dad very celtabet güvenilirmi (https://eraqeradigital.com/bahis/celtabet/) much so I was very out of the loop. Dad had apparently moved back into the house and tried to work things out with my mother a few months ago. He found her cheating again and they decided to get a divorce and sell the house. As Dylan described, 'it was a very hostile situation' and in my current state would probably be the worst thing for me.
Dylan brought me to his apartment and introduced me to his girlfriend Kayla. She really was an incredible person not only visually but personality wise as well. She was a year older than me; she had long black hair and a very slim body with small perky tits. She embraced me instantly like the sister I never had. She was so loving and caring even though we just met.
I spent the next three days crying and deleting every memory I had of Richard. I even stopped talking to Ashley again because every time I saw her I was reminded of him. It was Saturday night and Kayla decided she needed to do something to cheer me up. She broke out the vodka and ordered a pizza and the three of us had a "cheer up" night. Once again however the game truth or dare came up, except this time it got real. I'm not sure how much Dylan told her about us but she was certainly on a mission to achieve...Something ...
"Ok Dylan, truth or dare?" said Kayla
"Truth."
"Pussy! Ok well whatever...Let's see...Have you ever seen Lindsay naked?"
I expected Dylan to just lie (yes people still lie when playing truth or dare) but he didn't.
"Yup," Dylan replied simply with a smirk. Kayla looked at me with a grin and my face went red.
"Ok Lindsay, truth or dare?" Dylan said.
"Uhhhh well I guess I'll pick dare."
"Hmmm...I dare you tooooo...Take off your panties."
I looked at him with a blank face trying to figure out if we were really going to do this again. I wasn't wearing very much either. I only had on a long t-shirt, my boy shorts and a pair of socks. We were all dressed pretty comfortable though. Dylan was wearing some sweat pants and a t-shirt and Kayla was wearing just a zip up hoodie with some short shorts. The zipper was sitting low and yes I was staring. Unfortunately for me Kayla stated already on a few occasions how "straight" she was...I call bull shit though because she stares at my tits all the time. Then again maybe she just wishes hers were bigger...I dunno.
"Wooow Dylan! Such a perv!" I said as I stood up to remove my panties. I tried pulling my shirt down as low as I could but I know it wasn't going to be able to hid everything. I sat back down in the chair and crossed my legs.
"Ok Kayla, truth or dare?" I said, still trying to adjust my shirt so I could cover myself a little more comfortably.
"Dare," she said.
"Ok well I don't want to be the only one exposed so why don't you just loose that hoodie?"
"But it's coooold!...Ugh fine," she shrieked taking off her hoodie and throwing it in the middle of the table. She immediately went to cover her cute perky breasts with her hands. I was able to get a quick glance at her small hard pink nipples...Maybe it was a little cold in here after all.
"Ok Dylan. You don't get to pick truth again so I'm just giving you a dare," Kayla stated while looking at his sweat pants, "Loose the pants."
My brother stood up noticeably hard. His tented sweat pants left little to the imagination as it was. He pulled down his pants letting his hard cock spring out at attention. My eyes were glued to it and it didn't go unnoticed.
"Well... Someone is clearly excited," Kayla with a smirk. "Lindsay you look like you are really enjoying the view."
"It's just...I uhh...noo...It's just there soo," I mumbled.
"Maybe it can help cheer you up even more? I don't mind sharing," she said in a joking tone. It somehow felt a little serious though. I just tried to laugh it off and pretend it was never said.
"Ok Kayla, truth or dare?" Dylan said.
"Truth."
"Interesting...Ok...Would you ever actually share me with another girl?" Dylan asked very curiously.
"That's a loaded question. I guess it would depend on who it was. It would have to be someone I wouldn't be afraid of you falling for," Kayla said looking like she was in deep thought before glancing at me with a smile.
"Lindsay, truth or dare?" Kayla pointed at me and I started to speak but she quickly interrupted me, "Actually you get dare too."
"Ok," I replied nervously.
"I want you to give your brother a lap dance for 10 minutes," she said.
I instantly went red and looked at Dylan who started gesturing at his hard cock and then at my exposed pussy. "Really Kayla? You know we're almost naked right?" Dylan noted.
"Soooo what?" she replied, "We're supposed to be cheering up your sister remember? I think this'll do the trick."
"Uhhhhhhh..." was all I could say.
Kayla must have be drunk... Only explanation...
"Well...get in his lap already," Kayla ordered, rolling her eyes and picked up her phone to select a few songs for our dance.
I sighed and went over to my brother and straddled him; my wet pussy instantly making contact with his warm throbbing cock. It felt nice, I won't lie.
This story is fiction. It is an incest romance that goes through various relationships and experiences. Also this is my first time trying to write so please be nice. This is a learning process though so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Thank-you and I hope you enjoy.
***
Dad and I hadn't talked in a month and I was stuck at home with my slut of a mother. Summer was beginning and I was heartbroken. I had a void that I had to try to fill and a strong desire to get out of the house. All I could think about was my night with dad and how wonderful it was before everything blew up. I couldn't focus on anything, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, and it didn't seem like it was going to get better anytime soon. My whole family was falling apart and all my friends were gone for summer vacations. I suppose I should have traveled with then but I simply had no desire to even get out of bed let alone go to another country.
As usual I went online and did my chat thing searching for advice; 99% of it was pervs that just wanted some fap motivation, but then I started talking to this one swinger couple. They proposed the idea that we could role-play the whole father daughter thing...and mother...I wasn't super thrilled about that part with the current feelings I had for my own mother but it was worth a try. Anything to try to fill the empty void that was missing in my heart.
It started well enough with regular video chats and eventually meeting up for dinner. Howard and Catharine were a picture perfect couple in their late 30s. On the surface they looked like that conventional white picket fence with a dog in the yard and Sunday trips to Home Depot type of couple. Nobody would ever suspect the secret life of sex and orgies that they shared at night. It worked well for me though because they kind of reminded me of my parents.
They took things slow with me. Our role-play went on for weeks without anything sexual. We would go for dinners, movies, theme parks, or sometimes we would just hang out at their place and play monopoly. They were a white collar couple and I was their surrogate daughter and together we were a cliché family (insert laughing emoji here). This was exactly what I needed to distract myself. It was not a complete solution as my heart still did ache for my real father but it numbed the pain.
The first time (and last time) I had sex with Howard and Catharine was quite elaborate. We all went on a trip to the Caribbean for a week. I was super excited and bought a new skimpy black and pink bikini just for the occasion. My mother would still disappear for days or weeks at a time so I don't even think she noticed I was missing. They built up a whole story for our trip that they wouldn't let me in on. Catharine left one day to do some scuba diving and Howard and I stayed at the resort. It was a nice day of sun bathing and drinks until he brought me back to the room and at last, seduced me. It was much more simple and straight to the point than things were with my real dad but I enjoyed it regardless.
Howard and I got back to the room slightly tipsy. Howard's hands were all over me as we started kissing. It wasn't long before my bikini was on the floor and Howards face was between my legs eating my pussy. Lost in bliss I was suddenly startled when Catharine burst into the room and began berating Howard for eating his own daughter's pussy. Her opinion quickly changed from the moral aspect of what was going on to the technique he was showing. Suddenly her head was between my legs showing Howard the "proper technique". They then instructed me on how to properly suck a dick. It was all feeling a bit corny to be honest. It more resembled bad baby sitter porn instead of a romantic incest fantasy. This was my first red flag that this wasn't going to work but I went along with it anyway. The sex was ok though. Either Catharine or I being fucked from behind while having our faces buried in the others vagina. It was just ok though...
The next morning, waking up between them I contemplated my disappointment. However I figured I would at least get laid again since we broke the ice... I was wrong. We went back to family mode for the day and then in the evening I found out what this trip was really about. They told me we were going to a beach party at their friend's house. Upon arrival I realized quickly that this was a swinger's party. Naked people everywhere either sucking or fucking someone while crowds observed them. The swingers started hitting on me and tried to persuade me to partake but this was way beyond my comfort level. I returned to the resort while Howard and Catharine stayed for their 2 day fuck fest. At least I got to enjoy the resort still.
On the flight home I informed them that this just wasn't for me. They tried to play it cool like it was no big deal. The awkward silence over the remainder of the flight told a different story though. celtabet giriş (https://eraqeradigital.com/bahis/celtabet/) We parted ways, said our goodbyes and I decided the whole surrogate idea was just foolish optimism.
A few weeks later an unlikely thing happened. I ran into Ashley at my yoga class. Yes... that Ashley. And I stared at her butt while we did our yoga class. I got a little wet as I fantasized about eating her out again. After the yoga class we started talking as if none of that other stuff had even happened; as if we were just long lost friends catching up. I'm not a very confrontational person so I didn't bother to inquire what she told people about Dylan (my brother) and I, and she didn't bring it up either. We went and hung out after and I got her caught up on the story with my mom and dad. She already knew I fucked my brother so I really didn't see the harm in telling her that I fucked my dad too. Ashley was very comforting and empathetic to what I was going though.
"O.M.G.! I just had the best idea ever!" Ashley exclaimed, fumbling for her phone.
"So I've been doing that sugar daddy thing and I met this one super hot guy that's like really into the whole daddy daughter thing! You guys should totally meet!" Ashley said incredibly excited.
After the experience I had with the couple I was very hesitant about the idea. Once she showed me a picture of him however...Ashley went on to describe him to me. He was in his early 40's and was a rich executive for a marketing company. Needless to say I was intrigued when she told me how much he spoiled her. I agreed to meet him and see how things went. Oh and in case you were wondering, Ashley and I became fuck buddies (wink emoji here).
My Ashley adventures however are a different story in a different category. Soo... Moving on.
His name was Richard and he was truly amazing. He insisted I call him dad right off the bat and he gave me the pet name 'Muffin'. I was instantly sold... And wet... Ya I gave it up on the first date that night... ermmmmm weekend.
We didn't even have to discuss the dynamic of our relationship. It was just natural. I was his daughter and he was my daddy... "Daddy"...Just to clarify. And we didn't just role-play in the bedroom either, it was all the time and everywhere. He would introduce me to everyone as his daughter and they believed it, even at his work. Things picked up with us pretty quickly. I was unsure about my career choice and he gave me a job working for him to try out the Field. I wanted out of the house and away from my slut mother (who still brought random men home to fuck), so I moved in with him.
Richard was exactly what I needed in my life. He looked somewhat similar to my real dad so imaging that our fictional life was real came very easy. My heart was not broken anymore and I was finally able to move on. I still missed my dad like crazy however I had an outlet now to keep myself in check.
Richard was very honest with me right from the beginning. He was a rich powerful man that always got what he wanted. It was something I really admired about him. We agreed that our relationship would be full and compassionate but it would also be open. He was very sexual and hard to completely satisfy. He would still see (and fuck) Ashley but I had no issue with that. That was just the tip of the iceberg though. He also had an addiction to married women. Not because he liked to cuck other men (at least I don't think that's the reason) but because he liked a challenge. He said there was nothing more satisfying than getting what he shouldn't be able to have. He would hire people with the sole intention of seducing their wives and he was successful a majority of the time. He had an irresistible charm that could make any women weak in the knees. Even his assistant that he would also fuck regularly was married. She was probably the biggest slut I have ever seen though. I watched her get gangbanged and even blow a group of 10 men while they had a board meeting.
All this opened me up even more to my sexuality. I'm not sure if my mother had anything to do with this but I had a strong desire to watch him fuck these married women. It was a strange feeling I couldn't describe. I would see my mother in these women and it would upset me but... At the same time it aroused me. I loved the whole process and would always be wet and ready for him afterward. I loved watching him seduce them away from their husbands. I loved watching him fuck them in ways no other man could. I even loved watching them return to their oblivious husband's while Richards cum dripped down their legs from their freshly filled pussies. Ya...I think my mom had something to do with that...ah well...
Sometimes I would even join in if the wife of the day was not completely opposed to the whole incest concept that our role-play would portray. Those were my favorite times. Watching the women's faces as the man they think is my father slowly impales my wanting pussy. Ha I guess I can thank Ashley for that one. celtabet yeni giriş (https://eraqeradigital.com/bahis/celtabet/)
Richard also liked to share me too. It started out with threesomes with a close friend of his named Jourdan. Over time though we started working on expanding my horizons. They showed me the ways of anal sex and eventually after a lot of time and patience I let them double penetrate me. It was overwhelming at first but after a couple times I really began to enjoy it. I would actually prefer double penetration to just anal. It would normally be just the three of us however one day we decided to try a fourth. Yes that's right I fucked three guys at once. One in my ass, one in my pussy and one in my mouth; they rotated of course. I found that experience to be way to overwhelming to be enjoyable so we just went back to our threesomes after that.
Everything was amazing for almost a year when somehow my brother popped back into my life. We had not talked in so long and I had no idea he was in town. Turns out he changed his major and switched to a college in the city. He also started interning at a company that Richard's company does business with regularly. Wish I would have known this sooner...I was having a coffee in the executive lounge when the receptionist came in.
"Hey Lindsay, there's some guy here that seems to think that you're his sister. I told him that can't be possible because you're Richards's daughter and he apparently has no idea who Richard is," she said laughing. My stomach sank as I peeked out the door to the front desk and sure enough there was Dylan.
"Oh really?" I said trying to remain oblivious.
"Ya... And he won't believe me soooo...Why don't you just go talk to him and clear things up."
I sat there for a minute trying to figure a way out of this but nothing came to mind so I just decided to get this over with. I walked out to the front desk trying to figure out how I was going to explain this.
"Lindsay!" Dylan shouted as soon as he saw me, "What the hell are you doing here?"
I shot him a glance and mouthed, "Just play along."
He clearly didn't understand as he continued his questioning. As if timing couldn't get any worse, Richard showed up...
"Hey Muffin, who's this," asked Richard.
Before I could even get a word out Dylan reached out to shake Richard's hand.
"My name is Dylan sir, I'm from Restell and I'm here to drop off some files and then I saw my sister here wandering around and had to say hi," he said, trying to sound professional.
The receptionist had returned to her desk observing our interactions. I had to do something now.
"Daddy, I think this guy is a bit confused. Just let me take care of this," I said while trying to maintain my composure and not panic.
"Daddy!?!" Dylan said. Before he could say anymore I quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him out into the hallway.
"What the fuck Linds? What's going on here and why did you call that guy Daddy?"
"And why the fuck didn't you tell me that you're back?" I countered angrily, "Look...ok this looks weird... Let's meet up tonight and I'll tell you everything, ok?"
Dylan just chuckled and agreed as he headed for the elevator. I already knew none of this was going to go well. I went back to the office and explained to Richard. He was less than impressed but not because I had a brother. It was because that exchange had happened in front of so many people. Our dad daughter fantasy was at risk now because people in the office like to talk. And talk they did...
I tried not to think about it when I met up at the coffee shop with Dylan. I decided if I try to lie that things would only get worse so I told him everything...EVERYTHING! He was much more understanding than I originally expected. He was also not very surprised to find out. He said he always had his suspicions but didn't want to say anything. We spent the rest of the night catching up on each others lives. It felt so nice being able to talk to him again, I really missed him.
The week went on and Dylan and I started talking regularly. He was living in the city with his new girlfriend that he met at college. She was "the one" he would always say. I was happy for him and I was happy he knew my secret. I thought everything was going to work out until Richard took me out for lunch one day. Richard was breaking up with me. He said that rumours were going around and too many people were asking questions. He didn't want to take any more risks and we had to stop seeing each other. To say I was devastated would be an understatement. I immediately started crying in the restaurant as Richard began to explain how we were going to proceed.
I had nobody else to turn to aside from my brother so it was the first call I made. He came to see me instantly and helped me get my things from Richards's condo. I was planning on just going back home but Dylan insisted that I come stay with him and his girlfriend. I didn't talk to mom or dad very celtabet güvenilirmi (https://eraqeradigital.com/bahis/celtabet/) much so I was very out of the loop. Dad had apparently moved back into the house and tried to work things out with my mother a few months ago. He found her cheating again and they decided to get a divorce and sell the house. As Dylan described, 'it was a very hostile situation' and in my current state would probably be the worst thing for me.
Dylan brought me to his apartment and introduced me to his girlfriend Kayla. She really was an incredible person not only visually but personality wise as well. She was a year older than me; she had long black hair and a very slim body with small perky tits. She embraced me instantly like the sister I never had. She was so loving and caring even though we just met.
I spent the next three days crying and deleting every memory I had of Richard. I even stopped talking to Ashley again because every time I saw her I was reminded of him. It was Saturday night and Kayla decided she needed to do something to cheer me up. She broke out the vodka and ordered a pizza and the three of us had a "cheer up" night. Once again however the game truth or dare came up, except this time it got real. I'm not sure how much Dylan told her about us but she was certainly on a mission to achieve...Something ...
"Ok Dylan, truth or dare?" said Kayla
"Truth."
"Pussy! Ok well whatever...Let's see...Have you ever seen Lindsay naked?"
I expected Dylan to just lie (yes people still lie when playing truth or dare) but he didn't.
"Yup," Dylan replied simply with a smirk. Kayla looked at me with a grin and my face went red.
"Ok Lindsay, truth or dare?" Dylan said.
"Uhhhh well I guess I'll pick dare."
"Hmmm...I dare you tooooo...Take off your panties."
I looked at him with a blank face trying to figure out if we were really going to do this again. I wasn't wearing very much either. I only had on a long t-shirt, my boy shorts and a pair of socks. We were all dressed pretty comfortable though. Dylan was wearing some sweat pants and a t-shirt and Kayla was wearing just a zip up hoodie with some short shorts. The zipper was sitting low and yes I was staring. Unfortunately for me Kayla stated already on a few occasions how "straight" she was...I call bull shit though because she stares at my tits all the time. Then again maybe she just wishes hers were bigger...I dunno.
"Wooow Dylan! Such a perv!" I said as I stood up to remove my panties. I tried pulling my shirt down as low as I could but I know it wasn't going to be able to hid everything. I sat back down in the chair and crossed my legs.
"Ok Kayla, truth or dare?" I said, still trying to adjust my shirt so I could cover myself a little more comfortably.
"Dare," she said.
"Ok well I don't want to be the only one exposed so why don't you just loose that hoodie?"
"But it's coooold!...Ugh fine," she shrieked taking off her hoodie and throwing it in the middle of the table. She immediately went to cover her cute perky breasts with her hands. I was able to get a quick glance at her small hard pink nipples...Maybe it was a little cold in here after all.
"Ok Dylan. You don't get to pick truth again so I'm just giving you a dare," Kayla stated while looking at his sweat pants, "Loose the pants."
My brother stood up noticeably hard. His tented sweat pants left little to the imagination as it was. He pulled down his pants letting his hard cock spring out at attention. My eyes were glued to it and it didn't go unnoticed.
"Well... Someone is clearly excited," Kayla with a smirk. "Lindsay you look like you are really enjoying the view."
"It's just...I uhh...noo...It's just there soo," I mumbled.
"Maybe it can help cheer you up even more? I don't mind sharing," she said in a joking tone. It somehow felt a little serious though. I just tried to laugh it off and pretend it was never said.
"Ok Kayla, truth or dare?" Dylan said.
"Truth."
"Interesting...Ok...Would you ever actually share me with another girl?" Dylan asked very curiously.
"That's a loaded question. I guess it would depend on who it was. It would have to be someone I wouldn't be afraid of you falling for," Kayla said looking like she was in deep thought before glancing at me with a smile.
"Lindsay, truth or dare?" Kayla pointed at me and I started to speak but she quickly interrupted me, "Actually you get dare too."
"Ok," I replied nervously.
"I want you to give your brother a lap dance for 10 minutes," she said.
I instantly went red and looked at Dylan who started gesturing at his hard cock and then at my exposed pussy. "Really Kayla? You know we're almost naked right?" Dylan noted.
"Soooo what?" she replied, "We're supposed to be cheering up your sister remember? I think this'll do the trick."
"Uhhhhhhh..." was all I could say.
Kayla must have be drunk... Only explanation...
"Well...get in his lap already," Kayla ordered, rolling her eyes and picked up her phone to select a few songs for our dance.
I sighed and went over to my brother and straddled him; my wet pussy instantly making contact with his warm throbbing cock. It felt nice, I won't lie.