Nothing to babble about this time; just que the Bow-Chicka-Bow-Wow music!
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Dinner was good–at least I tasted it, unlike Thomas, who wolfed down his dinner and headed out the door. Apparently, there was a gaming tournament at one of the game stores he frequented, and he didn’t want to be late.
We’d at least managed to get that much out of Thomas, which was pretty impressive. Usually, when Terri was around, Thomas didn’t say a word, even when asked a direct question. Tonight, I noticed he wouldn’t even make eye contact with Terri, and when she spoke to him, he blushed. I guess I’d never noticed that my brother might have a thing for my girlfriend. When I glanced at her, I knew right away she knew it and was enjoying the attention.
Part of me felt sorry for Thomas, but the other part hoped he might sack up and ask her out or something. I knew it would never happen, so I made a mental note to ask Terri about it later.
Terri lamented to me later that Thomas hadn’t even taken the time to shower after dinner before he left. I guess she really did want to mack on all my family. The thought made me shake my head and sigh.
We were gathered around the TV, watching whatever was on when I spoke up.
“Hey, Dad, can we have some of that wine we had that one time?” I asked.
“Oh yes, please, Mr. Bentley, that was so good!” Terri said. Ever since the shower, she’d been stressing the “Mr. Bentley” on my dad. From the look of his pants, it was working.
Dad let us have a little drink on special occasions… usually when Mom wasn’t home to disapprove. It was never enough to get drunk, maybe half a glass or so.
“I dunno, you remember last time?” my dad asked.
I did; I’d gotten a little tipsy and knocked over one of Mom’s little table statues. It hadn’t broken, but it could have.
“I said I was sorry,” I said, turning just a touch of the innocent voice. “And I promise that won’t happen this time,” I nodded.
My dad looked hesitant, which was really good acting as I knew he’d love to get us loaded… or at least give us an excuse.
“Mom’s not here, she won’t know!” I said, finally breaking through his resistance.
The wine was good… at least in my limited experience. In no time, I was feeling a mighty good buzz and started my act of falling asleep.
I was sitting in a sofa chair while Terri was sitting on the couch beside my dad. I put my head down and slowly closed my eyes while I was listening to their conversation. Terri was speaking nonsense about school which practically put me to sleep for real.
“Oh look, Ash’s nodded off,” my dad said.
“Shhh, don’t wake her. I know she’s had a hard day with the tests we had today; they were rough,” Terri lied. We hadn’t had tests today… had we?
A moment of silence passed, and I cracked my eyes to see what was going on. My dad and Terri were looking at one another in silence. Another moment passed, and I started to think something had gone wrong when Terri spoke up.
“Mr. Bentley,”
“Please Terri, you can call me Sinjin, you know that,” My dad said. His name was Saint John, but everyone called him Sinjin.
“Sure… but I like calling you MR. Bentley,” Terri giggled.
“Oh,” my dad said noncommittally.
“Can I ask you a question, MR. Bentley?” Terri stressed the Mr. again.
“Sure.”
“Did you like what you saw earlier?” Terri leaned back against the couch.
“Uh, well… I,” my dad stuttered.
“It’s all right; I turned 18 well before Ash did, MR. Bentley. I’m legal now; you can’t get in trouble,” Terri said, slowly shifting her voice into that sultry one she’d used earlier.
“Oh, I’m sure you can get me into lots of trouble, Terri, but it’s not right. You’re Ash’s friend, I’m quite a bit older, and… and I’m married,” Dad said, less hesitantly now.
“Oh, Ash doesn’t mind,” Terri said slowly. “And… age isn’t an issue as long as you’re up for it.” Terri glanced down at his tented pants. “And it’s obvious your wife isn’t taking care of you.”
I didn’t know when Terri had put her hand on my father’s thigh, but as I watched, it slid up and grasped his obvious erection.
“Otherwise, you wouldn’t have this right now, MR. Bentley,” Terri said, the full sultry voice thing coming on now.
My dad actually gasped in surprise. I thought he was going to lose his cool, but he recovered quickly.
“Are you sure?” He groaned, and she nodded, her eyes blazing. “Then, let’s go upstairs. I don’t want Asher to wake up and see us.”
“Are you sure? You might be surprised what she likes watching,” Terri said, trying at more seed planting.
Both of them knew I wasn’t asleep and I was hearing and watching the whole spectacle. I loved the feeling of this power, working both sides against each other. It was delicious.
“OK,” Terri said in a sing-song voice. “You’re in charge, MR. Bentley.”
My dad’s eyebrows raised at that comment. “What, are you saying you’re willing to do whatever I tell you?”
I’d planted this one in Terri’s ear. She knew my parents had some light bondage fetishes, and I told her I figured that might seal the deal with him if she went along.
Standing and holding her hand out to Dad, Terri said, “Whatever you want, MR. Bentley,” she purred.
“OK, don’t stop calling me that; it’s hot,” my dad said as he stood up and pulled her in for a kiss right in front of me. It was long and hot, and it took all my self-control not to squirm as I watched. My cock was at an incredibly painful angle right now.
Then, they headed upstairs. When they were out of sight, I sighed and stretched. The weird angle had been pinching my neck, but I hadn’t been about to ruin their scene.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened the app my dad had put on it during dinner. I cycled through the cameras until I tracked them walking down the hall and into my dad’s room. Neither one of them bothered to close the door, the tramps.
They talked in low, sexy whispers I couldn’t hear before Terri began to strip for my dad. I don’t know if he told her to or if she was doing it on her own, but the striptease made my mouth water.
When she finished, Terri climbed onto the bed and held her hands out while my father attached restraints to her wrists. She lay back on the bed, her hands secured above her head, but her legs were still free.
My father slowly removed his clothes, revealing he hadn’t been wearing underwear. His cock was at half-staff as he moved forward and secured her ankles to a pair of long straps. They let her have some movement, but she couldn’t go anywhere.
“I’ve never done anything like this, MR. Bentley,” Terri flat-out lied, the slut. I was so going to punish her later.
“I’ll be gentle,” my dad also lied as he slid between her legs and took up the job I’d had earlier today.
He must have been doing a good job, as Terri was honestly writhing in pleasure. I knew when she was faking it, and this wasn’t it.