Sharing Daddy (Taboo Erotica)

“You’re a good girl, Beth aren’t you?” – He whispered under his breath.

I felt the same exact fire lighting up in me again. Moreover, I felt the wetness between my legs gush and I was afraid he would be able to see it. I tried to look away but he was holding my chin more firmly now, not allowing me to move.

“Yes.” – I whispered, feeling the attraction, feeling my heavy breathing and noticing him realizing what was happening.

I was afraid he’d say something, I was scared he’d be offended but luckily he only smiled. As he did, he kept holding my chin and staring into my eyes, while he used his left hand to touch my right thigh: I felt his hand glide up, gently landing on my butt and squeezing tightly.

“Daddy needs you to be a good girl.” – He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“I will be.” – I replied back while I heard mom yelling from the kitchen:

“Breakfast is ready!”

Chapter 4

The four of us sat in our kitchen eating pancakes together. Daddy behaved as if nothing happened, he was so loved up with my mom that I thought the event from our living room had only happened in my head. Whatever the whole “good girl” thing meant, I was ready and moreover, I only wanted to please him.

As I sat there looking at Daddy and eating my pancakes, I had completely forgotten about my stepbrother, Brian who sat next to me, watching me eat.

“You are looking at him in a way you’re not supposed to.” – Brian leaned in and whispered in my ear. It was a wakeup call. I almost jumped out of my seat, turning around, feeling as if I was caught red-handed.

“What are you talking about Brian?” – I almost yelled, diverting my eyes away.

Brian smiled: “I’ve seen this before. He has that… influence on women. You’re not the first one. But, you have to get over it.”

“There is nothing to get over from.”

Brian leaned in, putting his hand on my knee, gently gliding his hand towards my pussy.

“What are you doing?” – I almost snapped, taking his hand and removing it from my leg.

“It’s simple. I like you Beth. We’re not related, step-sisters and stepbrothers share no relation whatsoever. I think we’d make a great couple. What do you say?”

I looked at Daddy who was following my conversation with Brian closely, and replied: “Let me think about it.”

After breakfast, Daddy and Brian left and mom decided it was time to go shopping so we can prepare for the event tonight. She wanted to look her best, and I saw she was so much in love that she only wanted to impress his family. We went shopping, bought new dresses and even had our hair and makeup professionally done. Apparently, Daddy was very well-off and all his friends and family were off the same caliber. Which meant, we simply had to look our best.

Mom wore this beautiful floor-length silverfish gown which complemented her eyes. Her hair was up in a very elegant bun, accenting her lean physique and beautiful neck. Me on the other hand, I wore this red, short dress, had my hair down and my makeup was “nearly there”, but enough to accent my eyes and lips. All in all, I was ready for Daddy’s looks.

He even had a car sent out for us to pick us up. The driver knocked on our door, opened the car door for us and took us to Daddy’s house.

“Oh, by the way, I forgot to show you this!” – Mom squeaked as if she was a teenager. Waving her hand into my face, I soon realized she was bragging with her engagement ring. And boy, she really had something to brag about! The ring was beyond beautiful and elegant, with the biggest diamond I’ve ever seen!

“I’m happy for you mom!” – I said, leaning in and giving her a hug.

“I guess it’s all official now!” – She said, almost tearing up.

“Yes, and it’ll be okay! Now don’t cry you’ll ruin your makeup!”

As we arrived to his house, I realized Daddy really was a very rich and successful man. No wonder his charisma was simply drawing everyone in. His house was a mansion: huge but tastefully decorated. It looked like a Spanish mansion, warm, inviting and elegant. Brian was standing in front of the entrance, apparently waiting for us:

“Welcome ladies! Please allow me to escort you to the dining room.”

We smiled and we took Brian’s hand allowing him to escort us in. The mansion was truly breathtaking, I couldn’t stop admiring the architecture, the paintings, the walls… I heard mom laugh before she looked at me and whispered: “I was the same like you when I was here for the first time.”

As we entered the humongous dining room, I saw Daddy standing behind the head seat at the table. There were already a lot of guests, all elegant and dressed up, seated, waiting for us to arrive. As we walked in, mom went straight to Daddy who in return, walked to her, taking her hand and kissing it: “My beautiful bride!” – He declared, as everyone around the table gave them a round of applause.

I was still standing at the entrance, next to Brian, trying to take in the whole grandeur of this night. On the other hand, I couldn’t take my eyes off Daddy, who looked as if he was a movie star.