Unspoken Pleasure

On the way out, Lexi passed by Melanie's desk again. The girl was still flushed, her blonde hair stuck out at odd angles. She gave Lexi a shy little wave.

"You OK?" Lexi asked. She leaned in close to Melanie's desk. She loved everything they'd done, and she was sure her father's assistant felt the same. But Lexi couldn't help but feel guilty, too. Maybe this girl liked to be used, but that didn't mean it was right to use her.

Melanie looked up at her with big, shy eyes. A wicked little smile started to form on her face. "I'm fine," the little blonde said, "In fact, well, if I'm being honest? I've kind of wanted that to happen for a long time. Today, when I heard Mr. Campbell's daughter was here, I..."

"You thought I was Molly," Lexi said.

"Yes," Melanie said, "I'm not stupid. I know what's going on in there. I decided, the next time, I wasn't going to be left out."

"But I'm not Molly."

"Right, so I got a little nervous about my plan. But then, well..." Melanie leaned over her desk, so her lips were almost touching Lexi's. "I'm glad you weren't Molly. In the end, I mean."

"Me too," Lexi said, "I still want to hang out, I mean, if you want to. Like actually hang out. Not dirty stuff. Though also that? God, I don't know why I get so awkward sometimes." "That's OK," Melanie said, "Believe me I know from awkward. But, I was kind of hoping you could play a different role. Like you did in there. You know as part of my whole, um, thing?" "Like say, 'Melanie you're my friend now?"" Lexi asked. Melanie nodded slowly. Lexi leaned over the desk and whispered, "Melanie you're my slut now."

The blonde assistant's eyes rolled back and Lexi was sure she'd just orgasmed from the words alone.

"Understood," Lexi said.

She went all the way down to the garage with a smile on her face. As Lexi pulled out onto the highway, she realized she didn't feel jealous anymore. In fact, she resolved, she was done resenting anyone for what (or who) they did. In fact, the more she shared, the better she felt. Lexi hit the gas pedal and laughed.

She played her music loud, singing along the whole drive home.

*

Austin woke up in his old bedroom, disoriented for a moment. Why wasn't he in his apartment? He tried to roll out of bed, but his body rebelled. He felt like he'd been in a fight, except...

Fuck. It all came flooding back to him.

Austin knew he was supposed to feel guilty about what had happened. He was aware that giving up on his dream job to run home to an endless incest extravaganza was, on a basic level, so very deeply wrong. But he didn't feel that way at all. He was tired of holding himself to a standard that didn't even make sense. Lexi wanted to be with him. His baby sister had seduced him. His mother begged him for sex. This was pleasure, pure and simple, with no consequences. Why, exactly, was he beating himself up over it?

And sure, the job thing was a downer. No doubt. But there were other restaurants in this world. Heck, just in that little town. He'd had a taste of it to be sure this career was what he wanted. Great. Now he knew. He could start at some other place or even go to culinary school. Who stayed forever at their first job?

As for the family -- for all the handwringing and teeth-gnashing they all put themselves

through the family was fine. Better than fine, in fact. The family was fucking great. And Austin was going to enjoy it.

And then Austin made his decision.

The blond boy didn't bother with a shower. He pulled a t-shirt and jeans off the floor, sniffing to make sure they were clean. He checked himself in the mirror, his stubble wasn't so bad, and pulled his fingers through his hair. Eh, good enough. For better or worse, this was ultimate Austin, and he was proud of it.

Austin jogged went downstairs. He could smell bacon frying. The light conversation of his mother and sister. This house was so comfortable, so welcoming. Why did he miss living in that old apartment with his weirdo roommates exactly? Austin found his mother and older sister in the kitchen. Christine stood over the stovetop, making breakfast. Lexi sat at the table nearby, checking her phone. Austin waved at his sister and smiled. She gestured back, absently. "What are you playing?" he asked.

"Some dumb match-3 thing," Lexi said. She seemed pretty engrossed for something that was 'dumb.'

"Honey, how are you feeling?" Christine asked, not turning away from her cooking.

"I'm doing good," Austin said, "Glad to be home."

"We're happy to have you back here, too," Christine said.

Austin stepped behind his mother. His kissed her on the back of the neck, then slid his hands down to her hips. He found the edge of her waistband and started to slide it down her skinny hips.

"Oh, Austin, honey, I'd love to," Christine said, "But I'm kind of busy here."

"You can keep cooking," Austin said. He nibbled on his mother's ear.

"You said that the last time," Christine said, "I don't want to burn breakfast. And then I have a bunch of patient files to get to."

"Moooom," Austin whined. He slid his hands off her hips to cup her tiny, titillating tits.

"Stop it," Christine said. She shimmied her body free of her son's caresses. "Your sister's right there, you know."

"Moooom." Now it was Lexi's turn to whine.

"Oh, you can't tell me you don't want your brother's incredible cock," Christine said.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

"It's just, I'm in the middle of something here," Lexi said.

"You can keep playing your game," Austin said.

"Fine," Lexi said. She stood up from her chair and leaned forward on the kitchen table, pushing her backside outward. Presenting it to her younger sibling.

Austin walked behind Lexi and casually pulled down her yoga pants and underwear, revealing her toned ass and, beneath that, her pink, shaved pussy. Austin dragged his finger through his sister's slot and found it already dripping. Without pausing, Austin pushed his own pants down to his knees. He grabbed himself, aimed, and slid home. Lexi groaned, but she didn't look up from her phone. "Almost... to level 49," she said.

"Nice," Austin said. He drew back and started to slowly fuck his big sister.

"Hey, I keep forgetting to ask," Christine said, "Lexi, have you registered for classes yet?"

"Uhm... Yeah. Oh yes. I did it -- fuck -- um, last week," Lexi said. She had to speak up over the slapping sounds of her brother driving his dick into her, deep. "God, you feel so good, Lexi," Austin said, "Really super tight."

"It's that big brother dick," Lexi said, "You'd make the 99 tunnel feel, uhn, tight."

The smell of their sex mingled with the scent of frying bacon. Austin couldn't imagine anything better.

Christine turned, one hand still on the spatula, and looked at her children fucking on the table. "You guys both look so good like that."

"Thanks Mom," the siblings chorused.

"Is your baby brother doing a good job on your little pussy, Lexi?" Christine asked.

"Oh yes," Lexi said, "Your son is such a fantastic fuck. Thanks for giving me a brother who gives it to me so -- fuckyeah -- good."

"Well, Austin's also lucky have a sister who's such a sexy girl," Christine said.

"Oh fuck," Austin said, "Oh yes."

He sped up his thrusts. Lexi's pussy cinched itself even tighter around his cock. Her head dipped and she groaned.

"Fuck," she said, "Hang on. Almost there."

"I thought you just got there," Austin said.