The Exhibition (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

They all stopped and turned towards me. Daddy took a step towards me, reaching out:

“Beth, sweetlips, come here.”

“Yes Beth, join us!” – Ann said while Ethan was just nodding.

“Why didn’t you invite me in the first place? Is she better than me daddy?” - I pouted in protest.

“No one is better than you, sweetlips.” – Daddy said as he took me by the hand and guided me inside the room. The door behind closed and daddy started kissing me, gently than more passionately in a way I’ve always longed for.

Ann walked towards me, opening my legs and sticking her head between my legs.

“That’s more like it.” – Daddy whispered as he was stroking her hair. Both daddy and Ethan stood there, watching us.

Daddy got too touchy with us: stroking our hair, gliding his hands through our arms, placing his hands around our waists… And, we didn’t mind at all. Not only didn’t we mind, we actually invited him for more. I blushed as I turned towards him. His cock was already erected, standing right in front of me. I reached out and grabbed it, massaging it with my both hands.

“Let’s make it a competition Beth. Let the best girl win!” – Ann said: “Let me show you how it’s done.”

She put one of my hands on daddy’s cock and one of hers. It was like a teaching course: “So you do this. And that. Pull here..lick here…” I was only nodding at first only to finally get rid of her.

“No Ann, you watch how it’s done!” – I said, as I grabbed daddy’s dick and I guided it in my mouth, sucking him off as hard as I could. Ann was surprised, but in a minute she joined me.

As I looked up, I saw daddy staring at us both, thoroughly enjoying the fact that two drop-dead gorgeous 18 year olds had his dick in their mouths. He reached down and put his hands on our heads, gently tugging in and out as we were licking simultaneously.

Ethan stood behind us, gently touching our butts and massaging our assholes and clits. He was really doing a good job as both of us were moaning.

I saw Ann reach out and grab Ethan’s dick. I saw his face and I

knew she was jerking him off. I took Ann by the hair and pulled her towards me, making out with her right in front of them. We were in the middle while Daddy and Ethan were at the sides, circling us, watching.

“Time for some girl on girl action, sweetlips.” – Daddy said, gently tugging my hair. Ann came over me, making a perfect 69. I knew where the sweet spot was and I immediately used my mouth to suck in on it, simultaneously pushing two of my fingers into her pussy. We were both moaning as we had already done this before and we knew exactly what was good for the other. Daddy and Ethan stood there, watching us for a while, enjoying the view.

“Now, it time for something serious.” – Daddy said, making both of us stand up. As we did, each of them grabbed us and started licking us and grabbing us. Daddy led Ann to the same machine I was on a few weeks ago. I watched her surprised expression as she had no idea what was happening. The mere fact that I knew more than her pleased me. I decided to help daddy in tying her arms and Ethan stood right in front of her, watching.

Daddy tied her mouth and arms and he turned on the machine. I noticed he wasn’t playing porn for her. On the other hand, there wasn’t any need of porn as Ethan and I were standing right in front of her. I got down on all fours and he was fucking me from behind up to the moment daddy told him to stop. Ethan moved as daddy walked behind me and we both watched Ann being fucked by a machine as daddy was fucking me. It was perverse and erotic, it was simply amazing!

I saw Ann was struggling with the machine just as I was. I knew she was trying to cum but she couldn’t. I saw than look at her longingly and for a split second, I wanted to help them both out, but I didn’t care as I was in paradise. Daddy was behind me, fucking my pussy so good. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a fuck like this and then, I remembered it had to be the secret threesome we had in Italy.

An urge in me arouse, wanting to do the same thing again. I asked Daddy to lay down flat on the floor and I rode him like a cowgirl and I begged Ethan to come fuck my asshole. He listened and finally, I had both of my favorite men back when they belonged. We came together just as we watched Ann struggle. It was beautiful.

Chapter 9

The next following days, everything was quiet. Mom was home, she took a week of work to spend more time with us. I noticed Ethan grew more territorial towards Ann and he was fighting more with his dad than usual.

I didn’t want to interfere, but it seemed as Ethan was bothered by his dad’s ability to please his son’s girlfriend better than he was able to. I tried talking to him, but he only got angry.

We went out a couple of times to dinner as a family and we did have a good time. At least, daddy, mom and I did. Ethan had started fighting with Ann as well, and we all noticed it.

“I’m not good enough for you.” – I heard him say one night.

The next week, Ann left leaving Ethan behind. It seemed they had broken off. He didn’t seemed too concerned about the relationship and instead of going back to college, he had decided to stay at home before continuing his studies abroad. The next following days proved to be strange: daddy left for a business trip and it was just mom, Ethan and me in the house. I was under the impression that me and Ethan were finally going to get some alone time and I seriously turned my flirtation on. I didn’t even think I will need it, but I simply wanted to make it more enticing for him. The strange part of the whole story was Ethan. He was completely disinterested, and if anything, he was acting as if he was he was actually ignoring me. For a couple of days, I was sure he had a grudge against me. But, than again I thought about what all happened with Ann real hard, and I figured I hadn’t done anything wrong. I was nice to her, more than nice, the whole time she was here. The way he was acting was just so damn confusing.

I tried talking to him a few times, I even sneaked into his bedroom one night, but he actually brushed me away. He basically told me he didn’t want to fuck with me. Straight to my face. So, I decided to let it go, at least for a while.

After that, I started noticing Ethan spending a lot more time with my mom. It was almost as if he was making excuses to spend as much time with her as possible, instead of me. Like he was trying to deliberately avoid me at all costs, especially when daddy was away. At first, I was sure I was imagining it, but then this very weird thing happened: after running errands with my mom for the whole day, both of them walk back into the house, all laughing and joking, as if all of a sudden they were best friends. I was upstairs but I could still see and hear them as they went to the kitchen. I rolled my eyes in disgust. It was complete bull that 'My sweet, sweet stepbrother wanted to help my mom make dinner'. He was taking this way too far.

"Ethan...cooking dinner?" That would be a first, I scoffed to myself in annoyance.

I knew there was something weird about it, but I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Half an hour later, I walk in the kitchen to see Ethan stirring a pot of stew, taking a spoonful of it and seductively holding it while asking my mom to taste it. As much as that ordinarily might seem a mundane thing to do, it was about the way he said “taste it”. I did not imagine what I had just heard. The pronunciation was too erotic and it even made my toes curl. And, that wasn’t even the worst part: I saw mom, her eyes shining as if she had a different glow to them, as if she was almost flirting with Ethan. I shook my head, as if I was trying to erase the thought from my mind. Wanting to assure myself I was making myself see things. She accepted the spoonful in her mouth without removing her eyes from his and I swear she licked her tongue a bit extra, as if making an effort of tracing her lips with it, wanting him to notice it. As much as I wanted to convince myself I was only imagining it, there was no way to ignore the bulging thickness imprinted in Ethan’s pants. It was more than clear that he had a hard on. I wanted to convince myself it was only him, that my sweet, beautiful mom had nothing to do with it. Naturally, I used that moment to interrupt, pretending I was walking into the kitchen that same instant as if I wasn’t observing by the door the last 15 minutes.