"He approves, and he's offered you a reward for your obedience." She leaned over the counter, her dress stretching across her firm ass as she laid her upper body across it. She looked back at me, her eyes smoldering. "You can fuck me. Just my ass, though. My pussy belongs to Daddy."
She reached back with both hands and pulled at the hem of her dress. It slid up and over the flesh of her buttocks until it popped back at the top, revealing her bare ass. She wasn't wearing underwear. I stared at her, shocked, unthinking. I could see the glistening folds of her pussy between her legs. She grabbed one cheek with her hand and pulled it apart to show me the jeweled end of a butt plug. "See? I've gotten myself ready for you. I haven't taken a cock in my ass many times, so I needed to... loosen up."
My eyes shifted to hers, and I realized she wasn't just fucking with me. And she clearly wanted it. I walked toward her until I was standing directly behind her, and she pushed her ass back at me. It was then that I realized I had a raging hard-on.
"Ooh," she purred. "Little brother is really 'big' brother. Pull your cock out for me, baby brother. I need it inside me."
I reached forward and slid my fingers into the hair at the back of her head, tangling them and then getting a firm grip. She hissed in pleasure, grinding back at me.
"Yesss," she said. "Do it. Fuck my ass."
I pulled harder, and then yanked her upright. She let out a startled squeak as I spun her to the left and shoved her toward the door. She stumbled, barely catching herself, and whipped around to stare at me wide-eyed.
"Get the fuck out." I grabbed her purse and threw it at her. She caught it, her jaw slack as she took a step back.
"What? I thought-- Don't you want--" she began to speak before I cut her off.
"No, I fucking do not want. The least problem here is that you're my sister, and you coming on to me like a cat in heat is fucking weird and pathetic." I stepped toward her slowly, backing her toward the door. "But to think you can come in here and offer me my father's leftovers, like I'm some fucking pathetic incel that can't get laid on my own and needs to be 'rewarded' with a piece of ass, using a word like 'obedience'..."
She had backed all the way to the door as I closed the last few feet between us, and I could see the fear and confusion in her eyes as I slammed my open palm against the door beside her head.
"That kind of fucking insult I won't put up with. Take your ass back to Daddy dearest and tell him I want no 'rewards' from him." I turned away from her and walked to the kitchen, grabbed my glass of orange juice and finished it with a gulp. I glanced over at her, still standing there in a kind of shock.
"But... He'll punish me..." she said, her tone beseeching.
"I don't give a shit. Get out."
She took one last look at me, reached down to pull her dress back down over her ass, and then let herself out. When the door clicked behind her, I hissed out a breath of relief. I let my eyes unfocus, gazing at nothing, and shook my head.
"What the actual fuck."
*****
When the application for came back approved, just as Cara said it would, I had another moment of relief. I half expected my father to try to punish me again for turning down his "gift." I was just pleased to be moving on from all of this. Los Angeles was about as far as one could get from my family in Pennsylvania without going to university out of the country, and I felt that the distance would allow me to forget everything that came before and embrace my own future.
I chose to take an immediate flight to L.A., electing to spend the few months leading up to the school year in a hotel room there rather than stay in any kind of proximity to my former home. Distance became a motivating reason for my decision-making.
I did not see Tony again, which actually came as a relief. I didn't really know him anymore, so the interaction had been mildly uncomfortable, but more importantly I didn't want him involved with my father's games. He was just an innocent bystander, and he didn't deserve that shit. Honestly, no one did.
The flight to LAX was first class. Whatever he was, my father was not cheap. I was unsure if this was because he wanted to project an aura of wealth, or if he really just did not understand how to be frugal. While I never experienced poverty like many other had, I understood frugality. When you only have a hundred bucks a month to make do with, you learn how to make it stretch. You stop buying name brand toiletries. You take your dates out for burgers, not sushi. You go to the park instead of the movies. My father had never had to deal with even that. He had grown up with wealth.
The only real blessing of my early childhood was that I never wanted for anything. Well, except perhaps my family's love. Growing up, I didn't have to worry about outgrowing my shoes or clothes. They were replaced readily, without fanfare. I was well fed, and the food I ate was healthy and delicious. While I'd had plenty of opportunity for fast food as a kid, things like ramen were completely unknown to me. At least, until I was at boarding school, and learned how to appreciate many less-expensive foods.
So here I was, on a plane to California. I had a bungalow waiting for me there, perhaps a quarter mile from the university. I'd be staying there until August, when I'd be able to move into the dorms. Just under two months until I could get under way with my higher education and perhaps put my childhood completely behind me. I was nervous and excited in equal measures. Boarding school had been a boon to me, though I had resented it bitterly at first. I hoped college would be much the same.
I had trouble getting the images of my family out of my head. I kept thinking back to that original moment just before the shock of realizing who they were. When I stood there and saw those feminine forms and felt myself growing hard. My sisters and my mother were all attractive women. Their bodies each beautiful in their own way. And then I reminded myself who they were there with, and that they were my family, as fucked up as that family was.
I had so few things to keep my attention that I found myself consistently picturing one sister or another in the nude, imagining her moans. I even thought back to the moment Cara leaned over that counter and bared her ass to me. As angry as it made me, I had to admit there was a kind of lurid sensuality to it. I imagine her ass and how it would feel around me, and then was immediately ashamed. I decided to buy a book and download it on my phone to try to keep my thoughts occupied.
It didn't help that it had been months since the last time I had sex. I found myself evaluating every woman I encountered, deciding whether I would fuck her, imagining what she looked like naked, what sounds she would make when I pushed my cock inside her. I was a horny, pent-up teenager, staring at these women with a kind of hunger. I'm fairly sure I looked like some kind of stalker or psycho to some of them. One woman at the airport, caught me looking at her when she raised her eyes from the book she was reading, and I didn't have the wherewithal to look away. She probably thought I was some kind of rapist.
I decided that getting laid would go to the top of the list once I was settled in Los Angeles.
One thing people don't understand about Southern California is how difficult it is to get anywhere. Los Angeles is sprawling, with poor public transportation and ridiculous amounts of traffic. I had noted that my residence was only about 15 miles from LAX. I figured it'd be 20 minutes at most to get there. It was nearly an hour before the cab dropped me off in front of the small, single-story cottage I'd be calling home for the couple of months.
Grabbing my only bag, I opened the wrought-iron gate and walked up the concrete path to the front door. I punched in the code for the keybox, then let myself into the house. For the first time in weeks I found myself genuinely smiling. The house was a throwback, decorated like something out of the 1960s. Retro furniture, shag carpeting, and a lot of Polynesian art. There were small tikis set on a bookshelf, and a few Polynesian masks on the wall above the sofa. There was even an old surfboard mounted above the bar that separated the kitchen from the living area. It was an absolutely trip, and I immediately loved it.
I set up my laptop on the small desk next to the sofa, logged into the wifi, and began reading up on the area. If I was going to be here for the next four years, I needed to know everything a college student could reasonably do. I read up on nearby attractions, planning to visit them as soon as I could. Disneyland? Hell, I'd never been to any Disney park, just to Hersheypark once when I was very young. That shit was definitely happening.
I spent the next few hours just reading everything I could about the area, and then ordered dinner. Once my burgers were dropped off, I sat back down and began reading on USC. I knew the basics, I knew what I wanted to do, but I wanted to know more about extracurricular stuff. Was I going to go Greek life? What were the fraternities here? What were they known for?
What about dating? I was excited for that. I was sure I didn't want to download Tinder or another dating app. I was confident I'd be able to meet girls in class, or at parties. And I preferred that anyways. I wanted to know who I'd be sleeping with, and getting on my phone and swiping right so I could say "let's bang, okay?" always sounded like a special kind of nightmare to me. I knew that was odd considering my difficulty trusting and opening up to girls, but it's just how I felt. Dating apps just weren't for me.
Eventually I realized the house had grown very dark, so I turned off the laptop and made my way to the master bedroom. I flopped face down on the comforter and promptly fell asleep.
*****
It had been six days since I arrived in L.A., and I had started to become familiar with the area. I'd walked the neighborhood I was staying in, and then down to USC itself, wandering the campus, getting the lay of the land. I hadn't spoken with anyone except my food delivery drivers, though I'd traded smiles with a few girls around my age when I was on the campus. I told myself there would be plenty of time to make friends when classes started. Now was time for myself, to get my head on straight, to leave behind the struggles of my past, the family that had forsaken me.
