Dark Fetishes Vol. 1 (DARK EROTICA)

I finished shelving the books I had left and headed to the stairs, wondering what was waiting for me above. I hoped the surprise was sweet. The thought of Lillian giving me something out of gratitude was satisfying, almost empowering. As a matter of fact, I nearly expected her to give me something in return for introducing her to my merciful Daddy. Maybe she would do me a favor, take over some chores, or give me a personal gift she had made.

I hoped the treat was her mouth.

Ascending the stairs was a great feat as my thighs had become rather taut with anticipation. Every step was another reason to change my panties. Each second acted as foreplay. I tried to imagine how she might be waiting for me, if she had her skirt pulled up or if she was bent over a chair. I just couldn't wait.

I jogged across the main area, looking around to make sure there was no one present to see me eagerly crossing the floor. In just another twenty feet, I'd be at the room Lillian told me to meet her in. I reached out for the knob, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door to find Lillian pinned up against the wall. Her rump was sticking out and her skirt was pulled up, revealing a round bottom with no panty barrier to keep me from touching. Her palms were flat against the wall, reminding me of the first time Daddy had spanked me.

My eyes were wide as I looked her over and she wiggled her rump as I closed the door. A groan escaped my lips. She was being so naughty right now that I could hardly contain the mess that was about to happen in my panties. I squeezed my thighs together and felt the wet fabric stick to my skin. Too late.

If Daddy were here, he'd spank her silly and then force her to clean up the dirtiness she had made in my pants. I was tempted to do just that. It might make Daddy proud that I had taken control of my sister. He might reward me for it. Before she could stand up away from the wall, I pressed my hand to her shoulder to keep her in place.

“I don't know that Daddy would appreciate this.” I gently swatted her bottom that continued to sway side to side, beckoning me to smack it or eat it. “He never said we could play with each other without him present.”

“I don't see why we can't.”

For a moment, I considered calling Daddy just to make sure it was okay. I wanted to impress him, but I also wanted his permission to do this. Disappointing him would surely be devastating. I didn't want to ruin our connection now that we had something mildly perfect.

“Just give me a spanking.” She begged, keeping her palms flat against the wall. “These rooms are soundproof. No one will hear us playing. And we can record it, too.”

I could hear the mischief mixed with desire in her voice. She really wanted this. By the way I was gushing, so did I. I wasn't sure my panties would last for the remainder of work at this rate, so I reared back my hand and let it fly into her supple skin. A satisfying smack echoed through the room and Lillian moaned, her nails digging into the brick underneath her hands. She was twitching beneath my touch and it was absolutely empowering. I wanted to tease her with my fingers, too, just for being good at taking my spanking.

The thought evoked another gush of fluid and I slammed my hand down, gripping her shoulder tighter to keep her from wriggling away. Once I had a few firm spankings in, I slipped two fingers between her thighs and started rubbing her clit from behind. Her warm chasm opened up to me as I rubbed her lips, the slippery curtains parting in preparation for my entry as I stimulated her more and more. A gasp floated from her lips and I wrapped my hand around her mouth. Though the booth was soundproof, I wanted to be absolutely certain we weren't attracting unnecessary attention.

As I rubbed her precious lips, I turned to find that I hadn't locked the door. Anyone could walk in. I turned to look back at her black hair flowing down her back, her lips pressed firmly into my hand as she moaned and caused my skin to vibrate. She looked so beautiful underneath my care. I was being so good to her that there was no way Daddy wouldn't be proud of me. My sister wanted my attention, practically begged for it, and I delivered her the sweetest pleasure out of kindness.

Lillian pushed her bottom into my arm, the apex of her thighs soaked with her juices and teeming with ecstasy. As she tensed up, I spread her lips and brushed harder, eliciting all manner of squeaks from her covered mouth. Her climax arrived quickly and I kissed the back of her neck as fluid gushed out of her delicious peach, my eyelids fluttering as her hips rolled in place against my hand.

“You're so beautiful, Lillian.” I whispered in her ear after licking her earlobe. “Now, clean it up.”

I held up my soaked fingers and took my hand off her mouth as she turned to me with a drunken appearance, her face relaxed in a state of euphoria. At my command, she slurped the fluid off my fingers and lapped at my hand to get every single drop of her creamy juice. Watching her obey me was exhilarating. It must be what Daddy feels when he takes me over. After she was done cleaning up the mess she had made, I told her to wash up in the bathroom and to finish her chores before clocking out.

“Yes, Big Sister.” She said while leaving the room.

I gushed again at the sound of my own name. Big Sister. It made me feel respected and useful, like I had a proper role in our family instead of just being a vessel of pleasure. I could be her trainer when it came to pleasing Daddy and I could treat her just like he would so she could get used to it. In addition, I could please her if she was good and I deemed her reward great enough to receive without Daddy around. It sounded like a steamy system of perpetual gratification.

But would Daddy like it?

Chapter Five

As agreed, I went straight home after work to stay for the weekend. I had already packed my car with everything I would need so I wouldn't have to retu

rn to the dorm. Even though I had washed my hands thoroughly after touching Lillian's silky lips, I could still smell her on my fingers if I pressed them up against my nose. Would Daddy notice? He was on the couch watching television when I let myself in. I walked to my room to dump my belongings and change. Afterwards, I pulled on a sheer skirt, the slippery material sliding all over my thighs as I pulled on a black bra to match.

When I was ready, I sauntered into the living room and sat next to Daddy whose hand went straight for my leg. Feeling that my leg was mostly bare, he turned to find me with a naughty smile, my hands positioned above my head. I looked like an offering and I hoped he would accept me.

“Oh, little girl,” he whispered. “You look absolutely delicious.”

Daddy leaned forward and pressed his lips to my neck. My head felt heavy, so I let it fall back against the armrest as his tongue met every sensitive area of my chest. My soft moans filled the air and his hands slid up under the sheer skirt to pull at the fabric beneath. I wished then that I could have shown him how wet I was at work. It might have pleased him to see such a mess lurking beneath my little panties. I should probably tell him about what happened. Even if he was upset, it would be better to tell him now than later.

“Daddy, I have to tell you something.” I said, nearly frightened of my own words.

“What is it, my little sunshine?” He asked while wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Well,” I licked my lips. “Lillian was bad at work.”

“Was she?”

“So, I spanked her.”