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Deer In Headlights
Date: 7/16/2024, Categories: Fiction Authoritarian, Blowjob Consensual Sex Erotica Male/Female Older Male / Female, Author: Eccho, Source: sexstories.com
“Connie, Pearl’s here to see ya!” dad announces from downstairs. Again? Wow. She really likes hanging out. But why? We never really do anything exciting. We just sit around, chat, play games, eat, and then she goes home. Maybe it’s just to get outta the house. Oh well. I get up from my bed and walk to the stairs, seeing Pearl right next to dad. “You guys are just inseparable, huh?” he says, patting her on the head, “I’m pretty sure this makes a month. With you coming over this much, I might just charge you rent.” We share a laugh as I head downstairs, saying, “Well, you’re gonna have to take it out of her allowance.” “Well, I’d have to start giving allowances for that to be the case.” “Well, no time like the present.” “And some time in the future will be the present for that one specific thing. But today’s not it. Have fun, you two.” “Later, dad.” He walks off to the kitchen, leaving us to our business. But I notice something a little off about Pearl. Her breathing’s a little quick, she’s blushing, and her tail hasn’t stopped moving since I saw her. She also hasn’t looked up from the floor, either. “So, Pearl,” I say, grabbing her attention, “Y-yeah?” she replies, “Uh, you wanna head upstairs or what?” “O-oh...right...right...B-but, you think I could get a drink first?” “Oh, sure. We’ve got more drinks than we know what to do with. Help yourself.” “Thanks.” We head over to the kitchen, passing by dad sitting on the table ...
... before she opens the fridge. “That was quick,” he says before sipping his coffee, “Just came for a drink, dad,” I reply, “Bunnies get parched, too.” “Can’t argue with that. But might I suggest checking on the top shelf, though? There’s no juice on the bottom.” Confused, I turn to see that Pearl is, indeed, checking the bottom shelf for juice for some reason. “O-oh,” she replies, “Right. Sorry. Just got distracted by your carrots.” “It’s fine,” dad says, “You’re welcome to have one if you want.” “Really?” “Of course. It’s like candy to you, right?” “Dad, really?” I say, palming my face, “Can you please refrain from stereotypical comments like that?” “Hey, it’s not wrong if it’s true. Nothing’s wrong with it. I mean, if she said you joined track because you’re fast or I practice polyamory because we’re deer, we wo-” “Dad!” “What? It’s nature. There’s no shame in it.” “Yeah, but this isn’t really something to talk about in front of my friend.” “Why? Bunnies are always open about how much they love to have s-” “Aaaaaaand we are done here. Thanks, dad. Come on, Pearl. Let’s go to my room.” Poor thing. She’s blushing even more now and she’s breathing faster. She must be so embarrassed. I grab her arm and head out the kitchen before dad says, “What’s the big deal? I was just gonna say ‘have sex’. What did you think I was gonna say?” “Dad, gross!” I say, heading towards the stairs, “Not gross, honey. Natural.” All I hear is his ...