Fucked Up Family:>Ep62
“Is that what you wanted?” Lexi asked. She looked her sister seriously in the eyes. There was such an intensity when Lexi stared at someone, even post-sex languid. Molly envied that drive more than anything else about her sister.
“Sort of,” Molly said.
“It’s OK. To feel that way. We all agreed it’s OK.”
“It doesn’t feel like that,” Molly said, sullen. “Feels like you’re all judging me.”
“For spending all day in the house, not for this,” Lexi said, “Come on Molly, I didn’t need to go to State today. But it was so nice to get out. To do things.”
“And this?” Molly asked, idly patting her sister’s bare pussy. God, it still felt kind of weird to her touch. Molly was glad, once again, she’d kept her own hair. She wondered if her Daddy would want her to shave. She knew she’d do it if he asked, despite her own dislike of it.
“It’s not mutually exclusive,” Lexi said, “I can go out, have a nice day, then come home and still fool around with my little sister.”
“Fine, but I want you to spend some time with me,” Molly said, “And no, we’re not going for a run.”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.
Lexi rolled her eyes, but grinned. She kissed her baby sister’s lips and tongued a trail down her neck. She reached for the bottom of Molly’s shirt to lift it off.
“Wait,” Molly said, “I have a better idea.”
She rolled off the bed, taking Lexi with her. They didn’t bother getting dressed, just walked bottomless out into the hallway.
“Mom have you seen Dad?” Molly called down the stairs.
“I think he’s in his study,” Christine yelled back from the living room, “What’s up?”
“Me and Lexi are going to fuck him,” Molly said.
“Oh, OK,” Christine said, “Have fun!”
*
James sat in the semi-darkness of his office and tried to focus on the laptop screen in front of him. This PowerPoint wasn’t going to write itself but, damned, it didn’t feel like he was going to write it either. He hadn’t lied before; it did feel good being back at work. But the actual working was killing him.
Coming home and finding the kids fucking the night of his anniversary, James hadn’t felt anger or remorse. He wasn’t afraid or disgusted. He was relieved. This whole time he’d thought he was broken — it turned out they all were. Ironically, it was admitting that they were all screwing, that it was OK to screw, that finally made James able to stop doing it.
He’d paused in front of Molly’s room a few times. Almost knocked. They’d agreed it was alright to have sex, so why not? Well, with Molly there were certain biological considerations. No matter how much James’ balls might want to empty in his unprotected daughter, his brain knew it was a bad idea. But beyond that, as long as they were safe, there was nothing stopping them. And yet, James still didn’t knock on Molly’s door.
He thought about the games they’d played. That’s how he thought of them: the blowjobs in the car. The spanking. The… well, the other thing they’d done in the church. That’s all it was: a fun little game the two of them played together. Like Candyland, but sweeter, and with far greater rewards. Him pretending to be angry; her pretending to be scared. Was it really only fun because it was wrong?
Of everything that had happened, that was what made James pause the most. Was he only having sex with Molly because he wasn’t supposed to be having sex with Molly? Because if that was true, it colored everything quite differently in James’ mind. Then it wasn’t an uncontrollable urge. It wasn’t love.
It was an affair.
That was something far different and far more dangerous. James loved what he’d done with his daughter, didn’t ever want to stop if he was being honest with himself. But he was terrified to lose his wife over it. Fucking his family could lose him his family. God, life had gotten so weird.
Did Christine see it that same way? Was she having an affair with Austin, too? By strict definition it was cheating, of course. But they’d had this agreement, somewhat unspoken, that these dalliances had been off the books. Like an NBA team somehow signing a superstar free agent without it counting against the salary cap. All the benefits, none of the consequences. But was that ‘get out of divorce free’ card real or imagined? The married couple was sleeping in the same bed, but they weren’t having sex. They didn’t even touch each other beyond a very chaste goodnight kiss every evening. Who was adultering who, exactly?
Rather than ask the question, let alone try to answer it, James got back on the treadmill of life and ran so hard he almost couldn’t tell he was going nowhere fast. He went back to work. Molly packed for school. Lexi and Austin moved on. And James came home to an empty house, a vacant marriage, an unfilled life.
There was a knock on the door, and James stood up to get it. The office was dark, the sun had gone down in his distraction. He was still wearing his slacks and dress shirt from the office, but his feet were bare, and the thick carpet itched at his heels. He still hated this room. Even when it was bright, it felt gloomy.
The office door was locked from the inside so that no one could disturb him when he was working. Lately, James saw it more as part of his prison. His punishment. Sequestered from the people he loved.
He clicked it open and saw both his daughters standing in the hallway, wearing nothing but broad, near-matching smiles. Their clothes were piled at their feet. James nearly fell over backwards. The girls said nothing, they just pushed him back into the office and sat him down in his chair. Lexi pulled the door closed behind them. Molly flipped the lock.
“No one can save you now,” the blonde girl said, doing her best to sound threatening. Both girls dragged their hands over their Daddy while he sat pliant in his office chair. A Markus model from Ikea: best purchase ever, apparently
James’ oldest daughter kissed him first. Lexi felt so good in his arms. Her taut muscles and tight body. The urgent drive of her thin lips, teeth pressing into his. So demanding. Desirous.
Molly kissed him next. Her soft curves melted into him. His baby girl felt so different than her older sister. The softness of her full lips. Her thick… everything. Undulating under every caress. While his youngest daughter kept kissing him, James felt Lexi unbuckle his pants and pull them down. He lifted his butt up to help her.
As soon as his cock was exposed, amazingly instantly hard, Lexi wrapped her mouth around it. Took his meat all the way in, sucking and slurping for all she was worth. Molly, still hanging over him, took his hands and placed them on her huge, bare breasts.
“See Daddy, now you get the best of both worlds,” Molly said.
“Mmhm,” Lexi said, mouth full of dick. James couldn’t tell if it was a happy agreement or an upset one. He groaned in pleasure, holding his youngest’s sculpture-worthy boobs while his eldest performed a symphony of cocksucking with her mouth. The artistry was overwhelming.
“Oh Lexi. Molly. So good.” James could barely get the words out.
“He’s getting close,” Molly said.
“Mmhm,” Lexi said.