The rest of the week went by in a weird blur.
I sat down and talked with Dad for a little bit. I didn’t mention FanLover or anything new that had transpired. We just talked about ‘things.’
He’d been worried that he’d upset me or done something that was making me avoid him. I assured him everything was cool between us, I was just dealing with some other stuff at the moment and was too distracted.
Dad seemed to accept that, letting me know he was there if I needed anything, both in and out of bed. He gave me the whole “We don’t have to do it again, you’re in charge” speech. Man, he was really nervous, or guilty, or just plain horny. I probably get all my twistedness from him.
Terri returned to sleeping in her own bed and me in mine. Mom had made some comment about the two of us being so close lately so we took a step back and chilled. With everything going on, we’d started getting a bit reckless, something Dad had taught me to watch out for in one of his ‘how to be sneaky’ lessons.
Surprisingly, I didn’t fuck anybody the rest of the week. I seemed to have regained some self-control after Terri’s chastity ordeal, and I was OK with it. I still got horny, but I was taking some “me” time and exploring the things I could do on my own.
I didn’t do any cam shows either. Terri did, and I watched. She was amazing as always and ended up fielding a lot of questions about me. She told them I was waiting on my own rig before doing another show.
My rig showed up Thursday, Terri having business expensed it on her account. I ended up with a camera of my own and one extra that Terri and I were sharing. All together now, we had four cameras. Terri said she was working on the software for the multiangle streaming and hoped to have it ready by next week.
Meanwhile, I was trying out my new cameras. All the ‘self-exploring’ I was doing this week was getting recorded so I could figure out what looked good and what didn’t. I also watched some online videos about camera work, streaming, and getting the most out of basic equipment. I was doing more homework about streaming than I was in school.
Saturday arrived like a bad omen.
Terri met up at my house so Dad could drive us over to Remmi’s place. I don’t know if Dad had put a new pheromone air freshener in the car or what, but the three of us got horny, fast. One minute, we were talking about school, and the next, we were comparing notes on sex positions and how versatile the car could be.
I was too nervous about what would happen when we got to Remmi’s to do anything. Terri, on the other hand, was giving my dad a handjob as he drove. She made sure and slip his cock into her mouth when he came, swallowing him down whole.
When Dad pulled into the small parking area at my sister’s apartment complex, we nearly wrecked as Terri wouldn’t stop shoving her tongue down Dad’s throat.
Watching the two sent a spark through me, but it was quickly extinguished when I looked over at the apartment. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous. Part of me was thinking Remmi was going to blackmail Terri and me. The other half was wondering how bad it was going to be. Terri kept telling me there was no way my sister was going to do anything to us, but I couldn’t stop worrying.
Dad came up with us, wanting to say hi to Remmi for a minute. Apparently, he didn’t get to see her very often either and took any chance to spend time with her.
Remmi opened the door for us with a flourish.
“Welcome to Casa De Remmi, oh hi Dad!” Remmi said as she bounded into his arms with a warm embrace. The same embrace she gave Terri and eventually me.
I hugged her back, but not as enthusiastically. This woman could wreck me right now with only a few words to Dad.
“I’m just here to drop them off and say ‘Hi,’ not party crash,” Dad said as Remmi let me go.
“Nonsense, Dad, you know you’re welcome anytime… just call first,” Remmi grinned at him.
“So, what are y’all up to tonight?” he asked.
“Not much. Some girl talk, mostly. Might watch some TV, play a game, you know. Boring girl slumber party stuff,” Remmi grinned.
“Slumber party? I didn’t know y’all were staying,” Dad said.
Remmi gave me a look that Dad couldn’t see, one that made me respond, “Oh, yeah, Dad. Sorry about that. It must have slipped my mind.” I hadn’t known we were staying the night either.
“No worries, I’ll let your mom know what’s what,” Dad said.
“Hey, Thomas is at his gaming party, right? Maybe you and Mrs. Bently can finally get some alone time.” Terri’s grin was practically lecherous.
Dad laughed. “We’ll see,” was all he said. Then he made his goodbyes. He actually offered money to pay for pizza, like we were all 12 or something. I think he was just trying to be a part of us a little longer. Maybe he was missing being that kind of Dad. Who knew?
“I’ve got it covered, Dad,” Remmi said as she hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. You’re still such a sweetie,” she said with the biggest grin.
“All right, all right, I’ll leave. Love you girls, have fun,” he said as he turned to leave.
We all said our goodbyes, and then the door was closed.
“So!” Remmi said in a bright and cheery voice. “Who do you wanna do first?” The grin she gave us was almost as sinister as the one Terri had given Dad.
Terri and I looked at one another.
“Kidding! Jeesh, you guys, relax,” Remmi said, waving us off as she headed to the kitchen. “I’ve got some dinner prepped if you’re hungry.”
“Did she just try to plant one of your seeds?” I whispered to Terri.
“Damn bitch, be cool! Relax and stop overthinking things.” She whispered back before continuing in a normal voice, “I could eat. Whatcha got?”
I didn’t understand how Terri could be so calm. I couldn’t do anything but wait for the other shoe to drop.
I’d never been in Remmi’s apartment before, it was nice. A lot nicer than I expected a college student’s to be. Most of her furniture was new. She had tasteful art on the walls and a high-end TV setup. I guessed being a bike girl was more profitable than I thought.
“Earth to Ash?”
I realized Remmi had been calling my name, and I was in such a daze, looking at everything I hadn’t been paying attention.
“Huh?” I said intelligently.
“I asked if you wanted me to fix you a plate or if you wanted to do it yourself.” Remmi was in the kitchen. Several pots were on the stove and something smelled amazing. “Oh, I’ll get it, don’t bother.”
“Suit yourself,” Remmi said as she took a plate to the table and dropped it at her place. She went over to a small corner cabinet and opened it up. Inside was a collection of alcohol, complete with glasses, an ice maker and a mini fridge.
She opened the mini fridge and pulled a bottle of wine from it. She retrieved a glass and filled it with a golden liquid that I assumed was wine. She saw we were watching her.
“Guys, I’m not Mom. Since you’re not going home tonight, help yourself. I’ve got a little bit of everything. Just don’t make yourself sick; that would ruin it,” Remmi said.
“Ruin what?” I asked trepidation in my voice.