Chapter 2: The Daughter
Tuesdays and Thursdays were Lisa's late days. She had Sociology 304 from 7:15 to 8:45 and had to stop and get dinner before going home. She knew there would be no dinner prepared that late. She arrived at her home at around 10:00 on these days. Her home for the last eight years was a beautiful two story in the country outside of Baton Rouge. She assumed the house belonged to Brett because it was him who had brought her family to live here with him. She parked her new Mustang in the four car garage and entered the 6,000 square foot two story house through the entrance from the garage. She walked quickly from the kitchen, where she had entered, down the long hall to the stairs to go to her private apartment upstairs. Although she did not hesitate or overtly look into the large den, she couldn't help but glimpse her mother hanging naked by her wrists from one of the ceiling beams while Bret paddled her ass with a large fraternity paddle and Brea, his twin sister, used a ping pong paddle on her large tits. Her father stood handcuffed nearby watching his wife's torture with his huge hard cock jutting upwards probably with a strong elastic cock ring keeping it that way. Her mother's moans of pleasure mixed with her groans of pain as the two twins worked her ass and tits over with the enthusiasm and gusto of the true sadists they were. Lisa would have loved to enter the den and join the fun and games, but it was not allowed unless Bret or Brea summoned her.
She climbed the stairs listening to her mother's punishment, turned left at the top of the stairs and entered the first door on the right. After she closed the door behind her, she placed her books on the large desk beside her computer and 19-inch monitor, removed her five inch heels and placed them in the closet, and stripped off all of her clothes and placed them in the small dirty clothes hamper next to her shoe rack in the closet. She entered the bathroom she shared with her brother and into a long hot shower. Ten minutes later she was wrapped in one towel with a second towel wrapped around her wet hair as she walked back into her large one room apartment.
The apartment was spectacular in its simple efficiency. One corner held a kitchenette with a small camp sink, a counter with a two element hot plate, an overhead microwave, a small refrigerator, and a small two person table. A cabinet held just the right number of dishes, pots, pans, glasses, and a silverware caddy. Next to that small kitchen area was a large walk-in closet with all of her school clothes, her casual clothes, and her "other" clothes she wore when told to by Brett and Brea. A solid cherry wood chest of drawers and wide mirrored dresser with a make-up stool sat along the wall at a third corner, and a matching queen sized bed sat three feet out from the wall in the fourth corner. Her mahogany desk with its attached computer desk sat along the wall next to the entrance door. A couch and two comfortable padded chairs sat arranged around a coffee table in the center of the room. The room was large enough to accommodate all of these items in an uncluttered atmosphere.
She walked to the desk and computer, still wrapped in her two towels, sat, and moved the mouse to bring up the monitor. Within second the scene in the den came up crystal clear on the liquid crystal 19-inch monitor. As she began to don her make-up from the dresser next to the desk, she watched her parent's ordeal continue. Her mother had been released from her suspension and was now on her knees, hands bound behind her, giving a teasing blowjob to Brett's gorgeous cock. A teasing blowjob, as Brea had named it many years ago, did not seek to bring the recipient to orgasm. It was a form of cock worship that raised the arousal level, heightened the man's sensitivity, and lengthened the time of the sexual session by not bringing the orgasm. Brett was sitting on a low ottoman forcing Leah to bend over to get her expert mouth to his proud cock. This also gave access to her wet gaping pussy between her widely splayed legs from behind her. Brea was kneeling behind and beside Leah while Carl, his hands also bound behind him, knelt behind his wife with Brea's hand holding his very purple cock rubbing it up and down Leah's wet open hole.
Lisa knew that it had been over a week since her father had been allowed to come and that was the basis for the really ugly purple color of his rigid, ring-bound dick. She smiled at the familiar scenario waiting to see if Brett and Brea would use her parent's for their gratification this night or whether one or both of them would visit her later on. She continued applying her make-up hoping for the later.
She watched Brea slipped the head of Carl's cock into Leah's puffy aroused pussy and rotate the mushroom shaped head around inside of the hot hole making him groan is painful desire. Brea chuckled audibly as she pulled it out eliciting a painfully disappointed groan from Carl. She leaned her beautiful face with its full red lips to his frowning face and kissed him passionately as she slowly, too slowly, stroked his aching cock.
"If you beg me nicely and give me a reason to reward you, I might let you visit Lisa with me in a little while, Carl," the pretty blond woman whispered into his ear with her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke.
Lisa smiled at that thought. It had been several weeks since she'd been allowed to sit on her father's dick as Brea sat on his face while the two women kissed and played with each other's tits and slowly fucked Carl's dick and rode his mouth to screaming mutual orgasms. Brea would usually remove Carl's cock ring after these episodes and bring Leah into the room to give him a slow passionate blowjob. This last activity was, of course, embellished with different sexual tortures to heighten Brea's sense of sadism and Leah's and Carl's senses of masochism. Brea always made it a production that both educated and entertained Lisa very much.
Her attention to the monitor and her parent's dilemmas were interrupted by a soft kiss on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and shivered slightly as her brother's lips and the tip of his tongue made electric tingles of pleasure course through her neck to her nipples.
Stop that you son-of-a-bitch," Lisa said with a fond smile as she turned to push Kevin away from her. Her brother was her sweet tormentor. She knew full well that she was Brett's sexual focus and her parent's were Brea's sexual focus. Kevin was more or less appreciated and liked by both of them, but he was not restricted from coming without permission as she and her parent's were. As such, he made it his hobby to torment her and excite her and try to make her fuck him or let him eat her off. He would not be punished like she would if this happened. It seemed so unfair, but that was Brett's rules and she had grown up following his rules.
