*Author's Note: This is erotic fantasy. It involves sexual situations between consenting adults, all of whom are over 18 years of age. Since it is fantasy and it's my fantasy, I presume a world free of STDs. I hope you enjoy the story. Comments are always appreciated.
A FAMILY AFFAIR
"So, you've graduated college," Helen Perego said to her daughter as they enjoyed a celebratory dinner at Ambrosia, their favorite restaurant.
"And you're next, John," Vincent Perego said to his son, his dark brown hair and hazel eyes inherited from his mother, while Sandra inherited his red hair and green eyes.
"Have you thought about what you want to do?" Helen asked.
"I'd want to work for you, Dad," Sandra said. "You can groom me as your successor."
"I'm not sure that that's such a good idea, Sandra," Vincent said, "considering the nature of the business. I had thought that John would do that."
"But I'm the oldest! I'm 21 and John's only 20," Sandra protested, reddening, causing her freckles to stand out even more as her green eyes blazed. "And the smartest. John's nice to look at and he's a nice guy, but we all know that running a business isn't in the cards for him. God knows I love him, but John can barely check his email, while I can code and my IT skills are excellent, not to mention that I've gotten straight A's all through school my whole life and John gets C's and B's."
There was an uncomfortable silence at the table as they all avoided looking at each other.
"I know that I'm not so smart," John said, the usual easy-going smile on his face. "And I don't want to run your business, Dad. I like growing orchids. That's what I'm going to do."
"Sandra, it's...unseemly that you'd work with me or take over the business when I retire," Vincent said. "You're my daughter."
"When Tamara Brooks founded Toys4U," Sandra pointed out, "she was 24 and I'm sure that she was someone's daughter, too."
"And what do you envision doing?" Vincent asked.
"Everything," Sandra replied. "If I don't understand every aspect of the business, how can I possibly expect to run it some day?" she asked. "Besides, how can it be unseemly for me to work with you and not Mom? She helped you build the company."
"That's different," Vincent replied uncomfortably. "We're married."
"So what?" Sandra said. "What's that got to do with it?"
"Sandra..." Helen started to say.
"I swear I'll write to Tamara Brooks and ask for a job," Sandra threatened. "When she realizes who I am, what do you think the chances are that she won't hire me, especially when I tell her why I'm asking for a job?"
"I...we need to discuss this...idea," Vincent responded, clearly ill at ease with the entire conversation.
"You shouldn't have to discuss it at all," Sandra retorted.
Instead of a nice celebratory dinner, the rest of the meal was spent in an uncomfortable silence.
"Well, you certainly ruined that dinner," John said with a laugh as he entered his sister's bedroom from their common bathroom that was situated between their respective bedrooms, finding her brushing out her long red hair as she sat naked in front of the mirror of her makeup table.
"Dad is such a chauvinist pig," Sandra said exasperatedly, turning to look at her brother, "and an inconsistent one at that."
"Well, maybe he doesn't like the idea of you being involved in his sex toys business," John surmised. "He still sees you as his little girl, you know."
"And he treats you like you're god's gift because you've got a cock," Sandra replied hotly.
"They don't really have a clue about us, you know?" John said as he approached his sister. "They can't look past the surface," he said, extracting his cock from his shorts and slowly jacking it, watching his sister's face as she licked her lips.
"I didn't need tonight to know that," Sandra said with a laugh, smiling up at him as he got close enough to rub the head of his cock across her lips.
"They certainly don't know how talented you are," John said as her lips parted, her tongue extending beneath his cock as her mouth opened for him to slide it over her tongue and into her mouth, sighing as he bumped up against the back of her throat and felt it relax, his entire cock sliding into her mouth and down her throat, all 9" of it.
Because of the business that they were in, Vincent and Helen had been particularly paranoid with respect to Sandra and her exposure to boys as she moved into her middle teen years, though she had struggled to understand why. She never got into trouble, was at the top of all of her classes, so by the time she was old enough to start dating, which, according to her parents, was in her senior year of high school, she was not allowed to go on a date alone, she had to have a putative chaperone, and the only one that was acceptable to her parents had been John, even though he was a year younger. At 6'5", they figured that he'd be a suitable deterrent to any untoward behavior from any of the boys that Sandra chose to date.
Sandra had always had hot blood and was very interested in experimenting with the boys she dated, kissing and making out, wanting to take it to the next level, but her dates were inhibited by the presence of her brother, the chaperone, just as her parents intended, much to her frustration, especially in light of the fact that her brother had no such problem. She had seen him doing everything with his dates and she had ached for some of the same with her own dates.
"I know this sounds weird," Sandra said to John after one date, "but you're making it hard for me to have more fun and you're having plenty of fun."
"I'm not stopping you," John protested.
"You being there stops me," Sandra said. "My dates are afraid to try anything because you're there."
"I wouldn't say anything," John assured her, "not to them, not to Mom or Dad."
"And I don't either," Sandra said. "What kind of a chaperone would they think you are if you're getting all the sex in the world in the back seat while I'm in the front seat barely getting felt up?"
"It's not like I ask them to or anything," John said defensively.
"John, I'm
happy
for you," Sandra said, "I just wish I was having as much fun."
"Well, do like your girlfriends do, just do it," John said, laughing. "I only go where they lead, that way I know that they don't mind. Just show the guys what you want. When I don't say anything, they'll go where you want them to go."
"And you won't mind if I...do things?" Sandra asked.
"Why should I mind?" John asked. "Why shouldn't you have fun, too?"
The next time they went out, they were parked by the lake, the local make-out spot, and Sandra was getting into some heavy kissing, her date's hands mauling her braless breasts through her cashmere sweater when she heard, 'oh, wow, what a big cock' from the back seat. Looking over the shoulder of her date, she met her brother's eyes, a sheepish look on his face, his date's head down in his lap, the wet sounds of a blowjob filling the car.
Leaning back away from her date, Sandra pulled her cashmere sweater up and off, releasing and revealing her full, C-cup breasts, her hard, thick ruby nipples jutting out. For the first time in her life, Sandra felt someone's hands other than her own on her naked breasts, immediately followed by her date leaning over to suck and chew on her nipples. She felt her pussy respond, getting very wet, and when her date started slowly sliding a hand up her inner thigh, she deliberately let her legs relax, gasping into his mouth when she felt his hand on her sopping panties, his finger rubbing up and down as he continued to suck and chew on her nipples.
"Oh, my god, you've got cum all over me," Sandra heard Jenny exclaim from the back seat, and turned to look as she sat up licking the fingers of one hand, the other wrapped around her brother's cock, her eyes widening when she saw it. Then Jenny bent back over and she heard John groan, then he noticed that she was watching him and his eyes opened wide when he realized that she was topless, the breast that wasn't being sucked on fully visible, her date's hand squeezing it.
"I swear, I have never seen a guy cum so much," Jenny said from the back seat as she sat up. "It's a good thing that I like cum so much, I'll tell you," she added.
"Well, that was certainly fun," John said as they made their way home.
"It was for you," Sandra said, sighing.
