The Exhibition (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

“Oh, Vic, these are just adorbs.”

I smiled as she slipped one over her wrist and the other over mine. It made me so happy that we were so close. I felt like we could do anything now, maybe even take over the world. We could take down entire empires with the power I was feeling residing in my gut. I kissed her quickly before anyone could see, just one more before we had to act like normal people during our shift. She fingered my bracelet as I traced her neck.

“We should clock in and get to work. Don't want to be late.” I said.

“I don't want to work.” Lillian whined. “I just want to play.”

She pouted and cupped her hands together over her skirt, her black hair hanging down in ringlets over her blouse that she pulled down further to show her cleavage. I swatted her arm.

“Not now, Lillian.”

My eyes glittered with excitement. Seeing her reminded me of our night with Daddy and how I'd felt like I had my very own family. Don't get me wrong – I love my mother and we get along very well. We always have throughout the years, even after my biological father split. But now I had my own triangle, dare I say a clan, who were dedicated to protecting our secret. It just felt like the ultimate bond. Nothing else could come close to that, not even a boyfriend. I'm sure Lillian felt the same way. Since we bonded, we haven't stopped talking. I told her to spend Saturday night with us so we could bond again, this time without having to take her home. It was painful watching her leave my car.

“Meet me in one of the study rooms later.”

She winked and then walked off to clock in, lifting her skirt as she left the room. I flushed with embarrassment and promptly looked around to see if anyone had been watching. The hallway was empty and so was the break room. I sighed with relief. Lillian was going to play this hard and dangerous, I just knew it. It's just the way she was. I love her and her vivacious spirit, but damn it if I was going to allow us to be discovered. I had to keep a close eye on her and so did Daddy. I'm sure he wouldn't mind doing that.

After I clocked in, I zoned into my work and completed most of my chores prior to closing. I found a number of books out of order and started to organize them on the shelf. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled out my phone to find a text from Daddy. It read, “Come alone tonight. I want time with my princess.” A smile crossed my lips as I realized I didn't have anything to worry about. I mean, I didn't think I did with Lillian. She wasn't like me. That wasn't to say she was less or better. It was that she brought something different to the table that was unique. I think her bad ass attitude was what struck Daddy, and I can totally see that attraction.

Still, it feels good to be validated and treasured. I felt more confident and responded that I couldn't wait to spend some time with him alone tonight. Daddy said the same. I went back to stocking books, but couldn't get my head out of the clouds. I just wanted to clock out and run home to see my Daddy. He'd be all mine for the whole night. I almost felt bad for Lillian who had to lie to her boyfriend just to have fun. I was lucky I didn't have that problem.

Sometimes, I considered getting a boyfriend just to make my secret a little safer, but I quickly decided that was a horrible plan. A boyfrie

nd would only go snooping through my things and find all the pretty toys I had bought for my Daddy. A boyfriend would want to impede on that play time and would potentially want to take on that sort of role at some point. A boyfriend was a terrible idea.

While still lost in my head, my phone buzzed on the inside of my pocket. It was Lillian texting me.

Come upstairs, she wrote. I have a surprise for you.

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.”