The Second Place Sister: Ch. 10 - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister: Ch. 10

... morning!” Now that he took the time to notice, he could see that Tori was barely holding herself together right now. She was flushed, sweating, her eyes shining with barely-contained lust. Her breasts were heaving as she tried to maintain even breathing. All the signs of what they'd done to her were there in front of him, and he knew from past experience that she was on the verge of snapping. “Okay,” John consented, “On the condition that you do it safely. Do you understand?” “Yes!” “Good. Now, Stephanie,” he said, and his daughter looked like she was going to throw up, “Would you please come with me and your mother? Mike, will you please fuck your sister,” “Oh, can I help?” Cindy cried. “Please do!” Tori said, and the three of them left for Mike's cave. Stephanie followed her parents up the stairs to their bedroom, hanging her head. She wished she had a bullet right about now. She gulped as she reached the top of the stairs, but her parents put their arms around her and took her into their room. “Lay with me, baby,” Melanie said, flopping down on the bed. Stephanie carefully lay next to her mother. She couldn't stand to look at her father, knowing the pain she'd see there. If her betrayal of Tori was bad, what she'd done to her father was even worse because of the way she loved him. She may as well have pulled his heart from his chest and set it on fire, then pissed on the ashes. She felt her lip quiver as she tried to hold back a flood of tears. She felt the bed sag behind ...

... her, and then her father's big arms were holding her. “Baby,” Melanie said, “We're not going to sit here and beat you up. You know what you did. You're not a dummy,” “I know,” Stephanie whispered, “and...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, mom, dad,” “Don't apologize,” John said, “You may not realize this, but we can see how you feel on your face. Once that mask of yours fell away last night, well, we could see that's exactly what it was. A mask. You've been hiding from us for years, haven't you?” “Yes,” “We're the ones that should apologize,” Melanie said, “We should have seen it. We should have been there. We want you to know that, no matter what you might think, we never loved either of you girls more than the other. We still don't,” “Stephie,” John cut in, “What we have, the three of us, what we've shared since that night in the hotel, it will always be special. It's something that only you have, and no matter what happens from here on, it will always be something no one can take away from us,” “But we told you,” Melanie said, “that when this started what it was going to be, didn't we?” “Yes,” “You know, then,” she went on, “That I'm your father's wife, his lover, and his partner. Nothing is going to change that, right?” “Right,” “But,” Melanie said quietly, “tell me the truth now. You're in love with him, aren't you?” Stephanie looked away, but there was nowhere else to look. She was a little teen sandwich between them. “Yes,” she whispered. “I'm going to leave you two alone,” John ...