The Black Box

Though his cock had softened, still dripping cum, her look could start a fire in ashes.

“Does my baby girl want me to join her?” he asked.

“No,” Hannah said softly, then reached down with her other hand a pulled the cheek of her ass up, opening her hungry vagina to his gaze.

“But Mommy does,” she said.

Scottie nearly tripped over himself chasing after her into the bathroom.

* * *

Chapter 7: You Take the Good, You Take the Bad.

Fall semester had begun, and with it, free time became truly limited. Even with the time differentials between the channels within the black box and what they called Standard (their reality), the physical strain was still real. After falling asleep in Anthropology, Scottie almost completely refrained from joining Hannah channel surfing. But it wasn’t entirely Scottie who had the change in schedule as Hannah, too, had new priorities.

As the semester dragged on, Hannah had taken up a position as an administrative assistant at a legal firm. The offer had come from one of the firm’s partners who just so happened to also be a client of Dale and Angela. Though it was a starting job, Hannah gave it her all, even though it meant the occasional late night in the office.

It was quite a shift for the two, having such an incredibly naughty summer, to now grinding through this wheel of civilization, but it did have breaks. Every now and again, Scottie pulled himself away from his studies, or Hannah would get an afternoon off and together they would Channel Surf. Their adventures were still filled with so much debauchery it could make Caligula blush. They were like explorers seeking new ways and means to pleasure, tease, and thrill their counterparts. But eventually, even that began to slump. This brings us now to late November.

It was that time of year again. Right when the holidays start to kick off in full with retailers switching over to Christmas tunes and discounts galore. The end of the year was in sight, and for the Millers, this meant attending the 47th Annual Real Estate Awards Gala.

Normally, children were discouraged from attending, but Scottie and Hannah were given exceptions as Angela had been nominated for Agent of the Year for the third year in a row, leaving empty-handed each time. This year, she was determined it would be hers.

As for Scottie and Hannah, unlike the earlier years watching adults drink and dance and eventually make fools of themselves, this year felt different. Perhaps it was the change in their relationship and the intimate secret they shared. Or maybe the simple fact that after months of toiling over school and work, it was nice to be out and unwind, to be with loved ones and family. Regardless, it had been ages since the whole family was out on the town. And the Millers, they’ve never looked better.

Dale and Scottie came dressed to impress with finely fitted suits that were sharp, clean, and pressed. Dale had insisted on buying one for his son as a rite of passage when he graduated high school. At first, Scottie protested until he caught the seamstress stealing glances his way during a fitting. Truth be told, it was the first night he had a chance to wear it, and he was excited to do so. Though, as good as they looked in their blazers and ties, they were like coal next to diamonds when it came to the women of the household.

Over the summer, Hannah had unknowingly gained a level of sexual confidence that drifted off her like a lustful aura. She pretended not to hear the whispers and inquiries as she passed, filling a sinfully suggestive black cocktail dress that looked like it was straight out of film noir (because it was). Yet, she was not naive enough to suspect all these lecherous glances and hopeful looks were just for her, as she was her mother’s daughter after all.

Angela knew this was her night, and damnit, she would make sure there was no doubt in everyone’s mind as well. She wore an elegant, gold, mermaid dress that showed each curve of her body, the roll of her hip, her ass, and bust. High heels clicking confidently with each step attracted eyes as she strode past. For anyone daring to stare, they could confirm she was without a bra as her bare back greeted one’s gaze; it was exposed from her neck to shoulders, and down to the small of her back before disappearing beneath the hemline above her ass. Little was left to the imagination, yet it did cause many to wonder what lay beneath the fabric. Certainly, she must be wearing underwear, but wouldn’t we see a hemline? Perhaps a thong?

She wasn’t a tall woman by many standards, but tonight she towered over everyone.

The Millers had been seated at a small, six-person table just off the dance floor, the other two seats being reserved by an adorable elderly couple, Claudette and Bernie Howard. Scottie pegged them to be somewhere in their mid to late 90’s, both hard of hearing and all smiles. The Millers would later find that the Howards were honorary retirees and would have a new office named after them soon after the start of the new year.

The event was in full swing; dinner had already been served, guests were chatting, and the awards were rumored to be announced at any moment. Angela and Dale were making complimentary rounds while Scottie danced with Claudette to what she kept calling a “Foxtrot”. Hannah watched, leaning back in her chair as she slowly ate a strawberry covered in chocolate.

He was such a dweeb, and she loved it. She never knew someone who got her so excited just by being close to him. His voice could send shivers down her spine. His scent, his musk, made her nipples oh so hard. And when he looked at her, she could feel her pussy drip. Was this what it was like to fall for someone? Was he falling for her? Or were they just living out some deeply rooted excitement? Could it be both?

Scottie looked up at her and their eyes met. He laughed and she waved while biting into the fruit and tasting the sweet and tart flavors that washed over her palette. A moment later, the crowd swallowed them up in the slow-moving churn of a dance. Hannah took a deep breath and wiped a small dribble of juice that escaped her lip. She sucked it into her mouth when her eyes settled on her father.

Unconsciously, her tongue licked her lips as she watched him.

Across the dance floor, Scottie moved with his partner in the sea of dancers, drawing on a week’s worth of dance lessons that were mandatory for freshmen over four years ago. Claudette kept complimenting him, but he knew she was only being polite. As the song ended with a new number fading in. A slow, electronic beat with a synthesized melody filled the air. Couples were already starting to slowly sway to the music when he felt a little tap on his shoulder. Scottie turned to see his mother standing next to him.

“You mind if I cut in?” she asked Scottie’s partner.

“Of course, my dear,” Claudette replied, patting Angela’s hand as she shuffled away.

Angela rested her arms behind her son’s neck, leaving him to place both his hands on her hips as she slowly started to move them back and forth in time with the music. In many ways, Scottie felt like he was back at prom, only this time dancing with a chaperone.

“It’s been a crazy year, hasn’t it?” Angela asked looking at her son, eyes shimmering as she marveled at the man who stood before her.

Scottie nodded. “I can’t even begin to tell you how much.”

Angela smiled, adjusting her arms ever so slightly. To Scottie, she felt electric. Something about how she moved in his hands, how her arms draped over his shoulders, sent his pulse racing and his moral compass playing catch-up. His eyes kept traveling over her, devouring her bare neck, her collar, her jawline, and the slight curve of her lips, it was all intoxicating. He smelled the notes of coconut from her skin, and her perfume was floral and sweet, but was that artificial? He never knew her to ever have any bottles so perhaps that was just natural. He knew he shouldn’t, but he inhaled deeply.

She looked up at him as they swayed. “I know we haven’t been as available, and we all seem like there’s always a lot going on… but please know your father and I can see how hard you have been working, and we both are incredibly proud.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he said smiling. His beating heart was melting.

“I just…” she paused. “I hope you are getting time for you in there somewhere. I can’t really recall seeing you do much more this semester than study when all summer you and Hannah were almost inseparable. It was amazing to see you two working so well together when just a few years ago you were at each other’s throats.”

Scottie chuckled. It was true.

“Look,” she said, holding him by the shoulders. “We are impressed with how hard you have thrown yourself into schooling, but please remember you are only young once. Don’t get yourself stuck in a rut where work and school rule your life because you would be surprised what you miss out on and… well sometimes it may take a while for it to come back.”

He nodded though he tried to connect the dots that weren’t quite there yet.

She squeezed his shoulders. “You’re growing into an incredible man. You’re attractive, caring, and…” Angela sighed, “… I’m just worried. I’m being silly right now,” she said, turning and wiping a tear from her eyes, “Okay, jeez Angela, get it together.” She laughed, suddenly appearing self-conscious.

Scottie stopped dancing and reached out and pulled her into a hug. It wasn’t sexual. No ulterior motive, but here was his mother who needed support.

Feeling the warmth and comfort of his embrace, Angela reached her arms around and held him tight, resting her head on his shoulder. Neither said a word, they both closed their eyes and felt the moment. And as the seconds passed, more was indeed felt.

With her body pressed so tightly to his, her soft form nestled so perfectly in his arms, what he had pushed to the back of his mind began to rear its head again, reminding him of his heated state. He felt his senses try to memorize her feel, encode it into his memory. The way her breasts billowed and pushed against his chest. How the curve of her back felt as his hands wrapped beneath her shoulders. Her thighs pressed against his own. And his eyes traveled down her back until he saw the roundness of her backside perfectly filling her dress.

In a sudden panic, he realized his hard-on was pressing against her.

Scottie pulled back, forcing a tight smile to his face to hopefully hide his embarrassment. Did she know? Could she feel it? Of course, she could! She was a grown woman! A damn fine one at that! She knows what an erection is and has likely caused a great many in her time. Of course, she would be able to recognize when her own son was pushing one against her.

When Scottie dared to look up to her face, all he saw was a warm look of love from one of the most attractive women he’s ever seen. This sudden lust caught him off guard. This was new. This was…

Suddenly, there was a bump from the side as another dancing duo collided with them. Scottie turned his head but could only stare at the woman. A tall, extremely curvy body with a dress designed to highlight each and every feature. Her neckline plunged low, but her rack had been hoisted high. Her perfectly blonde hair stylized as if she just walked out of a magazine.

“Oh excuse us-Oh Angela! I didn’t recognize you!” she said. Her expression was large and exaggerated.

“Hello Sam,” Angela said, smiling with tight lips.

“You look exquisite!” Sam said.

“Thank you. So do you, as always” Angela replied. Scottie barely was able to notice the slightest roll of her eyes.

“Oh this is nothing,” she said, brushing off the forced compliment. “Are you excited? I imagine you must be,” Sam continued. “I could hardly sleep at all last night knowing I would be in consideration with you again for the third year in a row! I mean, I do know that it was a tough year for everyone, you in particular, but my goodness! Here we are again!” Her voice carried into a shrill laugh, catching the attention of a few other dancers who passed by.

“I’m fine, Sam. I wish you luck,” Angela said.

Sam shrugged.

“Well, I’m not sure I’ll need it but do know that I will be sending all my thoughts and well wishes your way.”

Scottie felt Angela’s fingers dig into his shoulder as she smiled.

“Have fun you two,” Sam continued as she and her silent partner danced away.

“Who was that?” Scottie asked as soon as she was out of earshot.

Angela watched her disappear into the crowd.

“Samantha Baxter,” she said.

“… Competition?”

“… Yup,” Angela replied.

“Was she the one you lost to the last couple times?” he asked.

Angela nodded. “That’s her, all right. Top Agent. She takes ‘Always Be Closing’ to heart for everything except her legs.”

Scottie coughed, caught off guard by his mother’s remark.

“Sorry,” she said covering her mouth. “That was incredibly inappropriate of me.”

He just laughed.

“Mom, you’re fine.”

“I know, but…”

“Mom, who cares? She’s obviously trying to get attention and rile you up.”

“… Yeah,” Angela said. “And it’s working.”

“Then you got to figure out why that is.”

“I know…” she said, resting her head on his shoulder as they slowly swayed.

Scottie held her close.

“You get a load of those tits?” she asked without looking up.

“Of course. I don’t think there is a soul here who hasn’t,” he replied without missing a beat.

Angela chuckled.

“You know, Mom,” Scottie said, “As far as I’m concerned, she’s got nothing on you.”

Angela looked up at her son and smiled.

“Thank you, Scottie,” she said.

The song came to an end and a new one began, seamlessly matching the beat. The DJ’s voice came over the loudspeakers encouraging everyone to find a new partner. Scottie and Angela stayed together.

As the dancing came to a close, everyone was ushered off the floor so the award ceremony could begin. Wine and champagne were provided to every table, with the Miller’s having an extra bottle of water for Scottie and Hannah.

One by one, the categories were announced and the awards we handed to the winners. It was a constant state of names, cheers, applauses, and speeches. All the while Angela kept causally glancing at Samantha Baxter, seated just next to the dance floor and looking back at her smugly.

It took all of twenty minutes to get to the final category: Agent of the Year. The names were listed with polite claps and encouraging smiles for each nominee. Angela sat tall, waiting with her breath held as the host opened an envelope to read the winner.

“Congratulations… Samantha Baxter!”

Cheers and clapping erupted from the crowd as Samantha stood, feigning surprise and approached the podium. She mouthed “Thank you” to everyone as she waved, blowing kisses and giving hugs on her way. She walked up the steps, took the award from the host while giving him a kiss on the cheek, then finally approached the mic.

Scottie didn’t hear a word she said. No one at their table did. It was just the white noise of some distant commotion as Scottie and Hannah just stared at their mother as she sat stoic, calm, and collected. When the crowd began clapping again, some rising from their seats as the acceptance speech concluded, Angela’s lips parted as she slowly released her breath.

Dale looked around the table then raised his hand signaling a waiter.

“We’re going to need two more wine glasses and another bottle of red,” he said.

Scottie and Hannah looked at their father with a confused expression.

“It’s only a loss if we let it feel that way,” he said. “I don’t know about all of you, but I would like to end this night on a high note.”

“Dale…” Angela started. “They’re not old enough for alcohol.”

“No one’s checking IDs, and none of us drove here. Besides, we both know what goes on at college parties…”

The waiter returned, handing out the glasses. Everyone sat with a glass filled with red wine as Dale lifted his.

“Here’s to my beautiful family, my amazingly sexy and brilliant wife, and the best damn kids anyone could ever ask for.” He raised his glass higher. “Fuck Samantha!” he said.

“Fuck Samantha!” they all cheered with even Claudette and Bernie joining in. Angela cracked a smile.

In the face of defeat, the Millers celebrated. Libations were shared, stories filled with laughter and love. Scottie discussed his hopes for next semester. He was interested in computer programing, something Dale took great interest in as they were considering changing up their website. Hannah expressed interest in going back to school and considered going into law for patents. Angela watched her family, her face almost hurting from smiling so much. Even Dale’s dad jokes were funny tonight.

Bernie and Claudette left somewhere in the third bottle, right when the dancing started up again. It was around that time that Scottie noticed a shift. It must have been subtle, but there was something there. Something like a charge in the air, an aura, an energy that seemed to linger and permeate the mood. It probably was just him and how he looked at his sister when she caught his eye. The way she placed her napkin on the table and then slid her finger into its folds suggestively while winking at her brother.

Perhaps it was how her nipples pushed against the fabric of her dress, hidden from everyone’s view unless you looked, which Scottie did. But did his father as well? Did his mother?

Or even still, could it have been that little jolt of passion that shot through them each when the conversation paused, or when they sipped their wine or even sighed. There was something in the air, and it had Scottie hard, harder than he had felt in a long time. When he looked at Hannah, he knew she felt it too.

“Can you all excuse me for a second,” he said as he rose to leave.

The water was cold and exhilarating as he splashed it across his face.

Scottie stood at the sink in the hotel restroom. The beats of the muted music thumped through the wall as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Droplets of water cascaded down his chin.

“Deep breaths, Scottie,” he said. “Keep it in check. You’re in the real world.”

He took a deep breath, held it. He could feel his pulse slow as he counted to ten. Slowly, he let the air back out and embraced the calm.

Movement in the mirror caught his eye and Scottie looked up to see the door close with Hannah leaning against it on the inside.

A brief moment of panic washed over him. Is this the wrong room? His eyes quickly darted to the wall and instantly calmed, noting the urinals sitting exactly where they should be. No, he was okay. This was the men’s room.

Then why was she here?

Her heels clicked and echoed across the tile as she approached him with a look he knew all too well. He didn’t stop her when she grabbed his body and pulled him against her, their lips locking onto each other with a grunt. It wasn’t a loving kiss, but one that was deep and hungry.

Their hands grabbed and groped and squeezed each other’s flesh and muscles. Scottie grabbed her ass and pulled her against him while his sister rubbed her mound against his thigh. Her nails dug into his back, his fingertips into the meat of her buttocks. She bit his lip. He nibbled her ear.

Her fingers slid around and started to undo his belt.

“Wait,” he whispered. “Hannah, Mom and Dad-“

“Are dancing,” she said, kissing him again.

“I know but-“

“Shhh,” she said. “I’ve missed you.” She grabbed his crotch. “I’ve missed this,” she said through clenched teeth. Her hand loosed his belt and snuck down the top of his slacks.

“Oh fuck!” he said as she wrapped her hand around his shaft.

“Mmmm,” she said. “I’ve really missed this.”

“Me too,” he breathed against the nape of her neck. His hands slid over her breast, teasing the hard nub beneath the dress.

“I want you so bad,” she whispered.

“Mmm. Same.”

“Then why don’t you-” before she completed her sentence, the door burst open.

“I’m a good dancer!” mumbled the man who stumbled his way into the bathroom, his shirt partially untucked, hair disheveled, and the walking embodiment of inebriation.

“Oh, deary me,” he slurred, sighting Hannah as he swayed in place. “Sweet Angel of the Privy, where might an old lord like me find a pot to piss in?” and then he bowed.

Hannah retracted her hand from her brother’s slacks and pointed to the urinals.

The drunkard followed her gaze slowly.

“Ah! ‘Tis my day of luck!” he said. “Many thanks to you, oh sweet mistress!” He began to zig-zag and stumble to the wall.

Scottie and Hannah ran out of the room before he could say anything more.

In the hall, Scottie grabbed Hannah’s arm. He pulled her to the wall.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asked.

She bit her lip and smiled. “More than anything.”

“Go tell Mom and Dad we are taking off. I’ll go get us a Taxi.”

“You sure you don’t want to just rent a room?” she raised an eyebrow.

Scottie shook his head.

“We haven’t channel surfed in ages and what I want to do to you, I’ll need more than all night.”

Hannah’s eyes danced in wicked delight. She leaned forward and kissed him then turned and ran to the ballroom.

* * *

Chapter 8: When Instinct is Stronger Than Reason.

Ten minutes later, the siblings sat in the back of a cab as it weaved through the rain-soaked streets of the city on their way back to the suburbs. Lights flickered and flashed through the droplets of water that streaked down the sides of the windows. Inside, Scottie and Hannah said not a word to each other.

Each hand a hand firmly planted on the other’s thigh. Their breathing was deep and deliberate. The tension was thick enough for the driver to catch the hint that his attention was best left to the road. There was no place for small talk here.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they ran up the steps to their house as the rain fell. They felt so hot, so heated that it almost wouldn’t surprise either of them if it sizzled when it struck their skin. Scottie unlocked the door with Hannah watching his every move. A moment later, they were inside. Before the door even shut they were in each other’s arms kissing like it gave them oxygen.

With lips still locked, they franticly tried to peel the clothes off the other as they backed into the house from the entryway, past the stairs, to the living room. Hannah pulled off his tie while her brother unzipped the back of her dress. Hannah kicked off her pumps and started to unbutton his shirt. Scottie slid the straps off her shoulders and pushed the dress down her body, revealing her matching set of sheer black panties and bra. Once over her hips, Hannah giggled and shimmied her hips to help the dress fall.

Scottie looked her over, totally infatuated.

“God damn, Hannah,” he said. “You’re so incredibly sexy.”

“Mmmmm,” she said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. “You make me feel sexy.”

She kissed him again while she untucked his shirt, then pushed it over his shoulders, leaving him in a white, sleeveless, muscle t-shirt and slacks.

“Oh!” Hannah said, “Once sec.”

She turned quickly and ran to the entertainment center while her brother sat on the couch. Pulling open a drawer filled with cables and gadgets, she reached into the back and retrieved the remote from its safe little hiding spot they would use figuring it would raise less questions if found in an obvious place. She immediately began clicking the little arrows with her eyes locked on the LCD screen.

“Where we going?” Scottie asked as he took off his shoes and socks.

Hannah shrugged, then smiled. “I guess it doesn’t really matter, but…” she turned the remote to face her brother. The tiny screen read ADULT. “… Why not a classic?”

Scottie rose as his sister approached. They embraced, lips locked and skin pressed together. Hannah’s finger pressed the button on the remote and they felt the pulse of energy course through them as they grabbed and groped at each other.

Feeling emboldened, Scottie reached down and grabbed Hannah’s ass, lifting her up and tossing her on the couch as she squealed, dropping the remote beneath her in the process. Her brother wasted no time and dove between her legs, placing his mouth over her panty-covered mound. Hannah’s squeal turned into a moan as her eyes went wide from his assault.

His tongue pushed and prodded at the already-soaked fabric, her scent filling his nostrils and inflaming his passion. Scottie wrapped his arms around her legs, pulling his face deeper into her spread thighs as he feasted on her, always trying to get more. Feel her more. Taste her more. Make her scream and groan and writhe more. And she certainly did.

“Oh fuck! Scottie, oh yes!” she cried.

He toyed with the gusset of her panties. His tongue traced over the frilled edges, then dipped into the softness of her inner thigh, then beneath the wet fabric. Scottie pulled the rest to the side, exposing her perfect, glistening pussy. Wasting no time, he dove right back in, sucking on her lips, her vagina, and clit. She screamed in pleasure. Her back arched, hands slamming down onto the cushions in ecstasy.

Scottie was like an animal, feasting on a meal after a fast. He felt alive, body on fire and senses on high. And her taste, her nectar, he couldn’t get enough. She was like pure electricity.

“I’m gonna’ cum Scottie! Oh, fuck! Oh Shit! SHIT! I’m CUMMING!” She cried as her eyes rolled back into her head and her body shook and spasmed, her legs clamping onto his head.

Scottie pulled away slightly, watching her shudder in wave after wave of pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like minutes, she sank into the cushion and looked at her brother. Laughing, she wiped a tear from her eye.

“Holy crap, that was good. Just like that first time,” she said, then her expression distorted to confusion and pain. “Damn it, I’m on something.”

She reached beneath her and pulled out the remote, tossing it to the corner of the couch.

“Little fucker almost went up my ass.”

Scottie raised an eyebrow. “Getting kinky there, Sis.”

“No need to get jealous. That hole’s just for you, Baby Brother.”

Hannah sat up and kissed him, holding his face with both hands.

“Speaking of filling some holes…” she said raising an eyebrow. “I’m still awfully horny. You ready to take this upstairs and pound my tight, little cunt?”

“So fucking ready,” Scottie grinned.

“Goodie.” She pecked his lips once more, then stood. Her taught belly level with his face. “Go grab a bottle of wine and meet me in Mom and Dad’s room.”

“Mom and Dad’s?”

Hannah nodded and slowly walked away. “I’m feeling really nasty tonight and wanna make full use of their bed.”

“You know they will be home eventually, right?” Scottie called after her, trying desperately to tear his eyes off her gorgeous ass.

“Sure, but not for hours at least. Besides, it’s porno-land. Mom’s probably got her tongue in that Baxter lady’s cooch right now.” She looked back to her brother, knowing he was watching her. “Hurry your ass up. Oh, and grab that fancy bottle, the ’97 Amour Tabou. Mom will never know since it’s just going to reset when we go back.”

Not being one to leave a lady waiting, Scottie hurried into the kitchen. His father gifted Angela a wine fridge a couple of years back which they always kept chock full of reds and whites. He knelt down and opened the fridge, trying not to feel the daunting pressure of this needle in a haystack he had been tasked to find. He pulled out bottle after bottle until finding the prize of Angela’s collection.

“Got it,” he said as he tore the foil cap off the bottle. He stood and snagged two glasses from the cabinet and set them down on the counter. All he had to do was open the bottle.

“Wine opener… Where the fuck’s the wine opener?” he said, spinning around in the kitchen. He rummaged through all the drawers, opening then closing, growing more frustrated by the minute. Finally, tucked away in the bottom cabinet, next to cooking utensils one would only find in TV adverts, he pulled out an electric device with a small opening and a corkscrew.

“How the hell do you…” he said to himself, turning it around and finding no on-off button. Shrugging, he shoved the neck of the bottle into the hole and heard the gadget come to life with a whirring sound. Success!… Then he heard a faint snap.

Pulling back the opener, he saw that the cork had only partially been removed before the tiny metal screw snapped off inside it.

“You got to be fucking kidding me,” he said. “Dad, you and your cheap-ass toys…” He set down the opener and looked around, desperate to not be defeated by the simple quest.

He eyed the cork. The screw broke off inside, and the cork was still half in, but that also meant half out. Scottie bit the cork with his teeth and yanked. It was tight, but he felt it give, then with a pop, the tiny stopper was free.

Grinning in triumph, he turned to leave then stopped dead in his tracks.

“Mom?” he mumbled, mouth still full of the wine stopper.

Leaning against the doorway to the kitchen stood Angela. Still in her golden dress and high heels.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Is that my good bottle?”

Scottie looked at his hands, then back up to Angela.

He spit out the cork.

“Is it?” he said.

Angela sighed, then waved her hand in resignation.

“Fuck it, pour me a glass will you?” she said as she sauntered into the living room and sank into the loveseat.

Scottie set down the glasses, then poured one for his mother. He walked into the living room, handing it to her as she rubbed her neck with her eyes closed.

“Here you go,” he said as he handed her the glass.

“Thank you, Baby,” she said as she opened her eyes and took the glass.

His gaze suddenly darted to the floor next to her where Hannah’s dress sat in a bundle with his shirt right on top. Quickly taking a knee in front of her, he grabbed her foot.

“Here,” he said, taking her pumps off, “Your feet must be killing you with all that dancing.” Cautiously, quietly, he pushed the pile of clothes under the couch with his other hand.

“They are, but you don’t have to-“

“I insist,” he said as he began to massage and knead her soles.

“Ohhh, that does feel nice,” Angela said, settling back into the seat. She took a big, heavy sip from her glass. “Mmmmm thank you, sweetie.”

Scottie’s hands expertly squeezed and massaged. Fingers were sliding and pushing into the muscle, wrapping around her ankle, heel, and toes. He knew he needed to break away. His thoughts switched back to Hannah who waited for him upstairs… in his parents’ room.

“I thought you were still at the gala,” he said.

“Ugh,” Angela said in a groan of frustration. “We ended up leaving right after you.” Her finger traced the rim of the glass as she watched her son tend to her.

“Really? Last I saw you were both out dancing.” He switched to the other foot, thumbs pressing into the arch of the sole.

Her eyes began to feel heavy. “Mmmmmm,” Angela said, closing her eyes, basking in the care she was receiving. “We were, but your father may have had a little too much to drink. He ended up spilling wine on his shirt, and you know how he is about stains in public.”

Scottie looked around. “Where is Dad?”

“Mmmm,” Angela said, drifting off.

“Mom,” Scottie said, setting her foot down. “Mom, where is Dad?”

She jostled, pushing sleep to the side but didn’t open her eyes. “Upstairs to change.”

Holy fucking shit balls.

Scottie rose and started to head upstairs. He had to get to Hannah but he knew it was too late.

“Are you done?” his mother asked from the loveseat, voice heavy with sleep.

“I’ll be back, Mom! I promise,” he said as he rushed upstairs.

“M’Kay,” she said before she settled back down and let sleep take over.

Scottie was like a lemur jumping up the stairs effortlessly as he raced to his parents’ room. He could already hear the voices as he approached, knowing he was too late. He slowed, trying to mask his footsteps which he feared already had alerted them to his presence.

At the end of the darkened hall, their door stood partially open. Slowly, Scottie tip-toed on bare feet until he could hear the voices clearly. His father’s deep timbre was unmistakable.

“… you shouldn’t be in here. Your mother is right downstairs and if she sees you in here like this…”

Scottie peeked through the parted doorway finding his father, topless, with his shirt in hand. His back was to the door as he stood over his daughter sitting in her sheer black underwear on the bed.

“Dad, I-” Hannah tried to say. She seemed somewhat smaller, somehow.

“Don’t. You need to go to your own room and put something on.”

Hannah looked up at her father.

“Daddy-“

“No. Don’t ‘Daddy’ me. Whatever you do in your own room is your business, but it is absolutely unacceptable to do that on your mother’s and my bed.”

Oh shit. It was worse than Scottie thought.

She had been waiting for him, ready to kick off a night of pure unadulterated debauchery. Dale caught her, most likely in the heat of an intimate, personal moment. Scottie knew well what their father probably saw, it was a vision that often filled his own fantasies, yet her brother at least had the privilege to live them out to their fullest. But this was his sister, not his daughter. He could only imagine what was going through his father’s head, to come home and see his daughter nearly naked and stretched across his bed, writhing, wet, and willing.

But then again, this wasn’t their reality. That would mean this wasn’t exactly Dale’s daughter. Or, more importantly, this wasn’t exactly their father, was it?

As that single thought crossed Scottie’s mind, she spotted him in the shadows of the doorway. The fire in her eye informed Scottie she had realized the same.

Her demeanor shift was subtle. Suddenly she was no longer the kid with their hand in the cookie jar, but more of the hunter on the prowl for prey.

Scottie shook his head, knowing full well what she was intending. It wouldn’t be real but it still felt so wrong. Yet, he felt his own blood heating and his cock growing hard, hoping it would come to fruition.

Hannah looked up at her father with an empowered but truly forbidden confidence.

“What Daddy?” she said, drawing emphasis on his name. “What is it that you think I do in my room?”

Her father paused, then shook his head. Hannah continued.

“What do you think I do when I’m alone in my room, Daddy?” She asked, standing and taking a step toward him.

Dale took a half-step back.

“Hannah… Whatever this is, you have to quit it, now.”

Her eyes flashed to Scottie for a fraction of a second, then locked back on her father.

“And what do you think this is?” She took another step forward again. Her hands ran up and down her thighs ever so slowly.

“Hannah, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I think you had a little too much tonight. We all were drinking, it was my idea, and I see now that it was wrong. It doesn’t make it okay to seduce your own father.”

She stepped forward again.

“Is that what I’m doing? I’m seducing you?”

“Hannah-” Dale went to step back again, but she was too close.

Like a viper, her hand sprung out and quickly grabbed his belt, holding him in place.

“No, Daddy,” she said as she inched closer still. “You stay right there.”

“Hannah…” Dale said, looking down at his daughter who stared up at him. A father stunned to see the look of lust in his own daughter’s eyes. “Scottie and your mother-“

“Are all the way downstairs…” she said as she kept her eyes locked on his, all while her hands deftly unbuckled his belt.

“They might-“

“They won’t.” Hannah lowered herself to her knees before him, never breaking eye contact as her face drew level with his groin.

With all of his protesting, Hannah knew she had him curled around her finger. She ran her hand over the fly, feeling his cock, her father’s cock, as hard as steel beneath. She moaned in approval.

“You… shouldn’t touch me like that. This is wrong,” he said.

She squeezed, her father groaning in response.

“I know.” She popped the button on the fly. “It’s wrong for a girl to be on her knees in front of her father like I am.”

Her fingers gripped the zipper and lowered it.

“… It’s wrong for a girl to get wet thinking about her father’s cock, like I am…”

She snaked her fingers around to the hem of his pants, one on each side of his waist.

“… It’s wrong for a girl to want to taste her father’s cum, like I do.”

“Hannah…” Dale said breathlessly but stood motionless as his daughter lowered his slacks and underwear.

“Jeez, Dad!” she said with a wide mouth grin as her father’s rock-hard erection swung out to greet her.

Leaving his pants at his ankles, she grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it straight toward her mischief-filled eyes. The way his daughter held him, how her smile was somehow both giddy and lustful, he would never know. She looked up at him as she crept forward, opening her mouth and waiting for him to say… anything.

Dale opened his mouth but no words came out. That was all she needed. Hannah leaned forward and inhaled his member into her mouth.

“Oh, God!” Dale said as she slowly rocked her head back and forth. His daughter was tasting his cock and moaning in pleasure. So sinful, so wicked and wrong but damnit they felt alive. Both Hannah and Dale had become overcome with unbridled lust as if tapping into a primal need, a fantasy long pushed into the depths of their consciousness.

“Hannah, oh fuck,” Dale gasped.

She pulled off, her hand still stroking him as a line of saliva dripped down her lip, then her chin.

“I can’t believe you taste so good,” she said, then lifted his dick and ran her tongue from base to crown.

“You… shouldn’t be… doing this.” His composure was long gone.

Hannah shook her head.

“Uh-uh,” she said. “And you shouldn’t be letting me,” she sucked him again, his hand resting on her head as he struggled to maintain balance.

“Oh my god, Hannah. Oh, fuck!”

He was putty in her hands and she fucking loved it.

She felt so dirty yet empowered. Hearing him moan and groan as she sucked. She was making her father feel this way, feel things only her mother had made him feel. Just that thought lit her fire, sending her into overdrive.

She pulled off once more, holding his wet cock against her cheek. Her father looked down, seeing his precious daughter squirming as she knelt on their tightly knitted, wool rug. The corners of her lips curled in a coy smile as she slowly kissed the length of his throbbing cock. And that look in her eyes, that playful hunger, it could make any man melt.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about this a lot.”

“Yeah?” he barely spoke.

“Mm-hmmmm,” she hummed as she slurped him back into her mouth, then pulled back off. “I’ve thought about doing all kinds of nasty, dirty things. Have you ever thought that, Daddy?” Hannah asked as she slowly pumped his cock.

“W-what?”

She smiled again, with those big, brown eyes of hers.

“I just wondered if you ever thought of me doing sexy things.”

“I-I don’t really know…”

She arched an eyebrow.

“Oh? So you never thought of me on my knees tasting your pre-cum?” Dale watched as Hannah swirled her tongue around the crown of his cock once more.

“Oh my fucking god!” he grunted.