Sandy couldn't remember falling asleep, but when she next opened her eyes it was morning. Steven was again snoring softly next to her. Not wanting to wake him - not sure if she could even look at him after what had happened during the night, she slipped quietly out of the bed, feeling suddenly as if she were doing the walk of shame - out of her own bedroom. Sandy was immediately conscious of the fact that her pyjama bottoms were - not exactly dry. Casting a quick glance at Steven's sleeping form, she ran her hand over the thin fabric, and then sniffed her hand. Oh yes, she thought to herself. Not pee, but a very musky scent of pussy.
Sandy became flustered remembering vividly the events of the night. For a moment she considered changing into some fresh pyjamas, but then - would she get changed right there with her sleeping brother ready to wake at any moment and see her? In the end she decided coffee would solve everything, and left the room as she was in just her cotton boxer bottoms and tshirt top, slipping quietly into the toilet to relieve her very full bladder. For a brief moment as she emerged from the toilet, she felt as though it was just like any normal Saturday morning. Not hearing any other noises, she thought she had the house to herself and wandered barefoot toward the kitchen.
It came as quite a surprise therefore when she saw Master Nathan sitting at the dining table, a cup of coffee in one hand, and iPad in the other. He was still wearing her father's dressing gown. Sandy's view of the dining table was obscured by the breakfast bar between the kitchen and dining rooms. As soon as she saw Master, he saw her, and put the coffee and iPad down.
"Good morning, Sandy" He said with a little nod of his head.
"Good morning," Sandy replied, not sure how to handle chit-chat with the man who she had not long ago heard fucking her mother, twice.
"Sandy, I'm glad you're awake. I owe you an apology for last night," He said sincerely. "Please come, sit down?" He gestured to the seat next to him.
The fact that Sandy was standing in her kitchen conversing with the man who had fucked both of her parents the night before, whilst she was wearing pussy scented pyjamas made the young woman deeply regret not grabbing a dressing gown before she left her bedroom. Eyeing off the coffee machine forlornly, Sandy walked around the breakfast bar and started into the dining room when she suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
From her new vantage point she could see that her father was also in the dining room, or more specifically - he was on his knees underneath the dining table, directly in front of Master Nathan's chair. Her view of her father was still obscured, but he was clearly naked, and as she stood there her mind could only come to one conclusion as to why her father would be in such a position - he must be sucking Master's cock!
The teen felt as though she was frozen to the spot, her spine tingling like she had been shocked. "Dad!" she whispered.
"Sandy, eyes to me." Master Nathan drew her attention back to him. "Don't think about anything else. Come and sit down."
It was impossible not to think about her father. Under the table. With his mouth around this man's penis. Right there before her, even if she couldn't see it - Master Nathan's lap was hidden because of how he was pushed into the table. She couldn't hear any - noises - to confirm her theory either. But, why else would her dad be under there?
"Sandy, sit down next to me," Master repeated a little more firmly, before smiling softly as she stumbled forward and sat down at the table.
"Did you sleep well, Sandy?"
Master Nathan's question caught Sandy a little off guard. She wasn't expecting pleasantries. Instead, she was reminded again of what had happened in the middle of the night. Hearing her mother. Touching herself. Those smells. Laying frozen next to her brother. Her wet, wet fingers. As the images came to her mind, she felt sure the only reason that this man had asked that question, was because he wanted to know if she had heard them fucking. A little fire ignited in her. "Yes, I did. Slept like a log. Did you sleep well with my mom?"
Master's lips curled into a smile at her response. "Oh, we did get a little sleep in. I like to make the most of my time when I am with your parents."
"But not dad, you sent him to sleep in Steven's room?"
"Yes I did, eventually, but we had some fun first! And, it is only a queen sized bed. Hmm, we may have to change that now." Master said thoughtfully.
"So you just decide things for this family, and - it happens?"
Master Nathan smiled at the girl only one third of his age. "Sandy, your parents were looking for a Dom - a man who they could explore Dominance and submission with. As I said last night, I am not forcing either of them to do anything. I am guiding them, helping them to explore a world that intrigued and excited them. Your father isn't under the table because I forced him under there; he is under the table because he enjoys submitting himself to me."
The mention of slave aaron again brought Sandy's eyes back down to the table, and what was under the table. Sitting where she was, she couldn't see her father, but when her foot moved a little too far it brushed against his thigh, making it all very real. Sandy cast her eyes back up to Master and studied him. If her father really was under the table - which he was - and really was sucking Master's cock right now - which she assumed he was - why wasn't Master moaning, and groaning like in porn? Why wasn't he responding? Surely guys loved getting their cocks sucked, right? Was her dad not good at it? Oh god, why was she really thinking that?
"Your mother also loves to submit to Dom men. I'm sure being the smart girl that you are, you know that your mother wears the pants in this house. But what she has wanted for a very long time was a man to take charge of her. To be able to surrender herself, and not be in charge. But, you already know that, don't you, Sandy? As soon as your parents told you about Erin and I - you started investigating, didn't you. You wanted to understand. You're a very inquisitive young lady."
Sandy wondered for a moment whether her parents had checked her browser history and reported to Master Nathan what she had been looking at.
"I am really hoping that you and I can become friends, Sandy." Master Nathan broke her line of thought.
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"I enjoy spending time with your parents. I really do. I want to spend more time with them in fact, and they with me and Erin. Your parents had chosen to keep our relationship a secret from you and Steven, but now it's in the open, I'd much rather you are both comfortable around us, than not."
"And by comfortable... You mean - like having my dad kneeling under the dining table sucking your cock when I get up in the morning?" Sandy asked sarcastically.
"Yes," was Master's simple answer, with a wicked grin.
Sandy had no reply.
"Sandy, you seem more accepting of me and your mother, than you are with me and your father. Yet last night you said there's nothing wrong with men being sexual together."
Again Sandy opened her mouth to reply, but had nothing but thoughtful silence.
"Sandy, would you be able to do something for me? Could you please look under the table, and tell me if you can see anything on the floor, under your father?"
For a moment she just stared at Master as if to say - "You want what?" But her curiosity gradually got the better of her. She hesitantly bent and looked at her father, under the table. Her suspicions were immediately confirmed as she experienced a profile view of her father, her eyes immediately drawn to the union of his mouth on Master's cock. Her father's face was buried in Master's lap, and Sandy could only guess as to how much cock must be in her father's mouth. She noticed that her father's hands were behind his back as he knelt there sucking. Sandy's breathing became a little erratic as she came to terms with what she was witnessing. Casting her eyes lower, she gasped to herself as she saw that her father was wearing a shiny metal cage on his penis. The revelation was startling, though her research online had certainly exposed her to the concept of chastity devices.
