Finding My Femininity A Journey of Self Discovery and Love
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Dad and I hadn't talked in a month, and I was stuck at home with my slut of a mother. I was seventeen, summer was beginning, and I was heartbroken. I had a void that I had to try to fill and a strong desire to get out of the house.
All I could think about was that night with dad, and how wonderful it was before everything blew up. I couldn't focus on anything, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, and it didn't seem like it was going to get better anytime soon.
My whole family was falling apart, and all my friends were gone for the summer vacation. I suppose I should have traveled with them, but I just had no desire to even get out of bed, let alone go to another country.
As usual, I went online, and did my chat thing, searching for advice. Ninety-nine percent of it was pervs that just wanted some fap motivation, but then I started talking to this one swinger couple.
They proposed the idea that we could role-play the whole father-daughter thing... and mother... I wasn't super thrilled about that part with the current feelings I had for my own mother, but it was worth a try. Anything to try to fill the empty void that was missing in my heart.
It started well enough with regular video chats and eventually meeting up for dinner. Howard and Catharine were a picture-perfect couple in their late thirties. On the surface, they looked like that traditional white picket fence, with a dog in the yard, and Sunday trips to Home Depot, type of couple. Nobody would ever suspect the secret life of sex, and orgies that they shared at night. It worked well for me though, because they kind of reminded me of my parents.
They took things slow with me. Our role-play went on for weeks without anything sexual. We would go for dinners, movies, theme parks, or sometimes we would just hang out at their place, and play monopoly. They were a white collar couple, and I was their surrogate daughter, and together we were a cliché family. Insert a laughing emoji here.
This was exactly what I needed to distract myself. It was not a complete solution as my heart still ached for my real father, but it numbed the pain.
The first time, and last time, I had sex with Howard and Catharine was quite elaborate. We all went on a trip to the Caribbean for a week. I was super excited and bought a new skimpy, black, and pink bikini just for the occasion. My mother would still disappear for days or weeks at a time, so I don't even think she noticed I was missing.
They built up a whole story for our trip that they wouldn't let me in on. Catharine left one day to do some scuba diving while Howard and I stayed at the resort. It was a beautiful day of sunbathing and drinks until he brought me back to the room, and at last, seduced me. The sex was simple, and less foreplay than with my real dad, but I enjoyed it regardless.
Howard and I got back to the room feeling slightly drunk. Howard's hands were all over me as we started kissing. It wasn't long before my bikini was on the floor, and Howard's face was between my legs, eating my pussy. Lost in bliss, I was suddenly startled when Catharine burst into the room and began berating Howard for eating his own daughter's pussy. Her opinion quickly changed from the moral aspect of what was going on, to the technique he was showing.
Suddenly her head was between my legs, showing Howard the "proper technique." They then instructed me on how to suck a dick properly.
It was all feeling a bit corny, to be honest. It more resembled bad babysitter porn, instead of a romantic incest fantasy. This was my first red flag that this wasn't going to work, but I went along with it anyway. The sex was ok though. Either Catharine or I being fucked from behind while having our faces buried in the other's vagina. It was just ok though...
The next morning, waking up between them, I contemplated my disappointment. However, I figured I would at least get laid again since we broke the ice... I was wrong. We went back to family mode for the day, and then in the evening, I found out what this trip was really about.
They told me we were going to a beach party at their friend's house. Upon arrival, I realized quickly that this was a swinger's party. Naked people everywhere, either sucking or fucking, while crowds observed them. The swingers started hitting on me and tried to persuade me to partake, but this was way beyond my comfort level. I returned to the resort while Howard and Catharine stayed for their two day fuck fest.
.... At least I got to enjoy the tropical resort still...
On the flight home I informed them that this just wasn't for me. They tried to play it cool like it was no big deal. The awkward silence over the remainder of the flight told a different story though.
We parted ways, said our goodbyes, and I decided the whole surrogate idea was just foolish optimism.
A few weeks later an unlikely thing happened. I ran into Ashley, at my yoga class. Yes... that Ashley. I stared at her butt while we did our yoga class. I got a little wet as I fantasized about eating her out again. After the yoga class, we started talking as if none of that other stuff had even happened; as if we were just long lost friends catching up.
I'm not a very confrontational person, so I didn't bother to inquire what she told people about Dylan, (my brother) and I, and she didn't bring it up either. We hung out after, and I got her caught up on the story with my mom and dad. She already knew I fucked my brother, so I really didn't see the harm in telling her that I fucked my dad too. Ashley was very comforting and empathetic to what I was going through.
"O-M-G! I just had the best idea ever!" Ashley exclaimed, fumbling for her phone.
"So, I've been doing that sugar daddy thing, and I met this one super hot guy that's like, really into the whole daddy-daughter thing! You guys should totally meet!" Ashley said incredibly excited.
After the experience I had with the couple, I was very hesitant about the idea. Once Ashley showed me a picture of him, however...Ashley went on to describe him to me. He was in his early forties and was a wealthy executive for a marketing company. Needless to say, I was intrigued when she told me how much he spoiled her. I agreed to meet him, and see how things went.
Oh, and in case you were wondering Ashley, and I became fuck buddies. Wink wink.
My Ashley adventures, however, are a different story, in a different category. Soo... Moving on.
His name was Richard, and he was truly amazing. He insisted I call him dad right off the bat, and he gave me the pet name 'Muffin.' I was instantly sold... and wet.
Ya, I gave it up on the first date that night... ermmm, weekend.
We didn't even have to discuss the dynamic of our relationship. It was just natural. I was his daughter, and he was my daddy... "Daddy"...Just to clarify. And we didn't just role-play in the bedroom either, it was all the time, and everywhere. He would introduce me to everyone as his daughter, and they believed it, even at his work.
Things picked up with us pretty quickly. I was unsure about my career choice, and he gave me a job working for him to try out the field. I wanted out of the house, and away from my slut mother, who still brought random men home to fuck, so I moved in with him.
Richard was precisely what I needed in my life. He looked somewhat similar to my real dad, so imagining that our fictional life was real came very easy. My heart was not broken anymore, and I was finally able to move on. I still missed my dad like crazy, however, I had an outlet now to keep myself in check.
Richard was very honest with me right from the beginning. He was a rich, powerful man, that always got what he wanted. It was something I really admired about him. We agreed that our relationship would be full, and compassionate, but it would also be open. He was very sexual, and hard to satisfy completely.
He would still see and fuck, Ashley, but I had no issue with that. That was just the tip of the iceberg though. He also had an addiction to married women. Not because he liked to cuck other men, at least I don't think that's the reason, but because he loved a challenge. He said there was nothing more satisfying than getting what he shouldn't be able to have. He would hire people with the sole intention of seducing their wives, and he was successful a majority of the time.
He had an irresistible charm that could make any women weak in the knees. Even his assistant that he would also fuck regularly was married. She was probably the biggest slut I have ever seen though. I watched her get gangbanged and even blow a group of 10 men while they had a board meeting.
All this opened me up even more to my sexuality. I'm not sure if my mother had anything to do with this, but I had a strong desire to watch him fuck these married women. It was a strange feeling that I couldn't describe. I would see my mother in these women, and it would upset me but... at the same time it aroused me.
I loved the whole process, and would always be wet, and ready for him afterward. I enjoyed watching him seduce them away from their husbands. I loved watching him fuck them in ways no other man could. I even loved watching them return to their oblivious husbands while Richard's cum dripped down their legs from their freshly filled pussies.
Ya...I think my mom had something to do with that...ah well...
Sometimes I would even join in if the wife of the day was not completely opposed to the whole incest concept that our role-play would portray. Those were my favorite times. Watching the women's faces as the man they think is my father slowly impales my wanting pussy.
Ha, I guess I can thank Ashley for that one.
Richard also liked to share me too. It started out with threesomes, with a close friend of his named Jordan. Over time though, we started working on expanding my horizons. They showed me the ways of anal sex, and eventually after a lot of time, and patience, I let them double penetrate me. It was overwhelming at first, but after a couple times, I really began to enjoy it. I would actually prefer double penetration to just anal. It would typically be only the three of us; however, one day we decided to try a fourth.
Yes, that's right I fucked three guys at once. One in my ass, one in my pussy and one in my mouth; they rotated of course.
I found that experience to be way too overwhelming to be enjoyable, so we just went back to our threesomes after that.
Everything was fantastic for almost a year when somehow my brother popped back into my life. I had no idea he was in town because we had not talked in such a long time. Turns out, he changed his major and switched to a college in the city. He also started interning at a company that Richard's company does business with regularly.
Wish I would have known this sooner...
I was having a coffee in the executive lounge when the receptionist came in.
"Hey Lindsay, there's some guy here that seems to think that you're his sister. I told him that can't be possible because you're Richard's daughter, and he apparently has no idea who Richard is," she said laughing.
My stomach sank as I peeked out the door to the front desk, and sure enough, there was Dylan.
"Oh really?" I said trying to remain oblivious.
"Ya... And he won't believe me soooo...Why don't you just go talk to him, and clear things up."
I sat there for a minute trying to figure a way out of this, but nothing came to mind, so I just decided to get this over with. I walked out to the front desk trying to figure out how I was going to explain this.
"Lindsay!" Dylan shouted as soon as he saw me.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
I shot him a glare and mouthed, "just play along."
He clearly didn't understand as he continued his questioning. As if the timing couldn't get any worse, Richard showed up...
"Hey Muffin, who's this?" asked Richard.
Before I could even get a word out, Dylan reached out to shake Richard's hand.
"My name is Dylan sir, I'm from Restell, and I'm here to drop off some files, and then I saw my sister here wandering around and had to say hi," he said, trying to sound professional.
The receptionist had returned to her desk observing our interactions. I had to do something now.
"Daddy, I think this guy is a bit confused. Just let me take care of this," I said while trying to maintain my composure, and not panic.
"Daddy!?!" Dylan said.
Before he could say any more, I quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him out into the hallway.
"What the fuck Linds? What's going on here, and why did you call that guy Daddy?"
"And why the fuck didn't you tell me that you're back?" I countered angrily, "Look...ok this looks weird... Let's meet up tonight, and I'll tell you everything, okay?"
Dylan just chuckled and agreed as he headed for the elevator. I already knew none of this was going to go well. I went back to the office and explained to Richard. He was less than impressed, but not because I had a brother. It was because that exchange had happened in front of so many people. Our dad and daughter fantasy was at risk now because people in the office like to talk. And talk they did...
I tried not to think about it when I met up at the coffee shop with Dylan. I decided if I try to lie that things would only get worse, so I told him everything... EVERYTHING!
He was much more understanding than I initially expected. He was also not very surprised to find out. He said he always had his suspicions but didn't want to say anything. We spent the rest of the night catching up on each other's lives. I didn't realize how much I missed talking to him.
The week went on, and Dylan and I started talking regularly. He was living in the city with his new girlfriend that he met at college. She was "the one" he would always say. I was happy for him, and I was pleased he knew my secret. I thought everything was going to work out until Richard took me out for lunch one day.
Richard was breaking up with me. He said that rumors were going around, and too many people were asking questions. He didn't want to take any more risks, and we had to stop seeing each other.
To say I was devastated would be an understatement. I immediately started crying in the restaurant as Richard began to explain how we were going to proceed. It felt more like being fired than being dumped.
I had nobody else to turn to aside from my brother, so it was the first call I made. He came to see me instantly and helped me get my things from Richards's condo. I was planning on just going back home, but Dylan insisted that I come to stay with him, and his girlfriend.
I didn't talk to mom or dad very much, so I was very out of the loop. Dad had apparently moved back into the house and tried to work things out with my mother a few months ago. He found her cheating again, and they decided to get a divorce and sell the house. As Dylan described, 'it was a very hostile situation,' and in my current state, would probably be the worst thing for me.
Dylan brought me to his apartment and introduced me to his girlfriend, Kayla. She really was an incredible person, not only visually, but personality wise as well. Kayla was a year older, long black hair, and a very slim body with small perky tits. She embraced me instantly like the sister I never had. She was so loving and caring, even though we just met.
I spent the next three days crying and deleting every memory I had of Richard. I even stopped talking to Ashley again, because every time I saw her, I was reminded of him. It was Saturday night, and Kayla decided she needed to do something to cheer me up. She broke out the vodka and ordered a pizza, and the three of us had a "cheer up" night.
Once again, however, the game truth or dare came up, except this time it got real. I'm not sure how much Dylan told her about us, but she was undoubtedly on a mission to achieve...Something.
"Ok Dylan, truth or dare?" said Kayla
"Truth."
"Pussy! Ok well, whatever...Let's see...Have you ever seen Lindsay naked?"
I expected Dylan just to lie, yes people still lie when playing truth or dare, but he didn't.
"Yup," Dylan replied, with a smirk.
Kayla looked at me with a grin, and my face went red.
"Ok, Lindsay, truth or dare?" Dylan said.
"Uhhhh, well I guess I'll pick dare."
"Hmmm...I dare you tooooo...Take off your panties."
I looked at him with a blank face, trying to figure out if we were really going to do this again. I wasn't wearing very much either. I only had on a long t-shirt, my boy shorts, and a pair of socks.
We were all dressed pretty comfortable though. Dylan was wearing some sweatpants, and a t-shirt, and Kayla was wearing just zip up hoodie, with some short shorts. The zipper was sitting low, and yes I was staring at her mildly exposed breasts. Unfortunately for me, Kayla stated already on a few occasions how "straight" she was...I call bull shit though because she stares at my tits all the time. Then again, maybe she just wished hers were bigger... I don't know.
"Wooow Dylan! Such a perv!" I said as I stood up to remove my panties. I tried pulling my shirt down as low as I could, but I knew it wasn't going to be able to hide everything. I sat back down in the chair and crossed my legs.
"Okay, Kayla, truth or dare?" I said, still trying to adjust my shirt so I could cover myself a little more comfortably.
"Dare," she said.
"Okay, well I don't want to be the only one exposed, so why don't you just lose that hoodie?"
"But it's coooold!...Ugh fine," she shrieked taking off her hoodie and throwing it in the middle of the table. She immediately went to cover her cute perky breasts with her hands. I was able to get a quick glance at her small, hard, pink, nipples...Maybe it was a little cold in here after all.
"Okay Dylan, you don't get to pick truth again, so I'm just giving you a dare," Kayla stated while looking at his sweatpants. "Lose the pants."
My brother stood up, noticeably hard. His tented sweatpants left little to the imagination as it was. He pulled down his pants letting his hard cock spring out at attention. My eyes were glued to it, and it didn't go unnoticed.
"Well... Someone is clearly excited," Kayla said with a smirk. "Lindsay, you look like you are really enjoying the view?"
"It's just... I uhh... noo... It's just there soo," I mumbled.
"Maybe it can help cheer you up even more? I don't mind sharing," she said in a joking tone. It somehow felt a little serious, but I just tried to laugh it off and pretend it was never mentioned.
"Ok, Kayla, truth or dare?" Dylan said.
"Truth."
"Interesting...Ok...Would you ever actually share me with another girl?" Dylan asked very curiously.
"That's a loaded question. I guess it would depend on who it was. It would have to be someone I wouldn't be afraid of you falling for," Kayla said, looking like she was in deep thought before glancing at me with a smile.
"Lindsay, truth or dare?"
Kayla pointed at me, and I started to speak, but she quickly interrupted me, "Actually, you get dare too."
"Ok," I replied nervously.
"I want you to give your brother a lap dance for 10 minutes," she said.
I instantly went red and looked at Dylan who started gesturing at his hard cock and then at my exposed pussy.
"Really Kayla? You know we're almost naked right?" Dylan noted.
"Soooo what?" she replied. "We're supposed to be cheering up your sister remember? I think this will do the trick."
"Uhhhhhhh..." was all I could say.
Kayla must be drunk... Only explanation...
"Well... get in his lap already," Kayla ordered, rolling her eyes, and picked up her phone to select a few songs for our dance.
I sighed and went over to my brother, and straddled him; my wet pussy was instantly making contact with his warm, throbbing cock. It felt nice, I won't lie.
Kayla started the music. It was Electric, by Alina Baraz, and Khalid, a slow tempo song with a strong bass line. It really got me in the mood as I swayed my hips, grinding my pussy onto my brother's cock. My moisture coated us both, and I was getting very aroused. I kept my pussy grinding on him as I leaned my head over his shoulder, pressing my chest into him. His heavy breathing in my ear turned me on even more as I let the music take me away.
My hips were moving side to side, then back and forth. His manhood parted my labia and rubbed against my clit. My legs were getting weak, and I let out a soft moan. Dylan knew how hot I was getting, and brought his hands to my ass forcing me to move back and forth. My pussy wrapped around his shaft, stroking him.
I got lost in a daze when the song ended, and another quickly began. Ride, by Black Coast, came on, and it had the same tempo as the first, so I didn't have to break my rhythm. My legs were getting weaker, so I lifted myself briefly to readjust. As I lowered myself again, I felt the head of his cock nudging my opening. There was a table between Kayla, and us, so I wasn't sure if she could see or not. It seemed like she was into it anyway. So who cares.
I was so wound up that I couldn't resist. I looked deep into my brother's eyes as I lowered myself onto him. Rolling my hips again, I slid myself down onto him little by little. I kept up my lap dance façade, moving my hips to the music, lifting myself, and dropping back down onto him again.
I was still trying not to be visible just in case I read the situation wrong, and Kayla would be upset. I started lifting and lowering onto him more frequently, letting out soft moans of pleasure each time his wonderful cock filled me. I was so lost in the moment that I didn't even realize the song had ended.
"Ok times up!" Kayla said. "Good job Lindsay! Do you moonlight as a stripper, because that was hot as hell?"
I chuckled as I stood up and was disappointed by the feeling of my brother's dick popping out.
It felt so unfinished but what could I do? The game must go on. On the bright side though, it seemed like Kayla was oblivious to the fact that my brother had his cock inside me.
I returned to my chair with my soaking wet, and disappointed pussy, and took a seat. I didn't try hiding as much this time, mostly because I just didn't have the energy.
"Linds, it's your turn," Dylan said.
I snapped out of my daze, reflecting on what just happened.
"Okay, Kayla, truth or dare?" I said, still slightly out of breath.
"Dare!" Kayla shot back without hesitation.
"Okay, it's your turn to give Dylan a lap dance," I said, clearly not thinking of what that would entail.
"Shorts on or off?" Kayla asked.
"Off of course!" Dylan quickly responded for me.
Kayla got up and walked around the table to where Dylan was sitting. She stared down at his cock clearly noticing its appearance. It was completely coated in my juices. I got nervous knowing that she might put two and two together. She bent over, lifting his cock to inspect it before giving me a questioning look.
"Pick some songs, Lindsay," she said.
I went to her phone and picked a song. She teasingly pushed her shorts down her long slender legs. Her tight ass pointing in my direction, and her pussy lips squeezed between her thighs. She crawled onto Dylan's lap and began dancing.
She was actually an excellent dancer as well. Much more movement than my grinding motions. She turned around with her back towards Dylan, grinding her ass into his crotch.
"You got his dick really wet Lindsay," Kayla said. "You must've really enjoyed that dance?"
Was she getting at what I think she was getting at? I didn't know, but I didn't want to tell all just yet. I merely nodded with an innocent grin on my face.
Kayla's movements were hypnotic and had my full attention. The flow of her naked body was moving, and twisting, had me imagining her on my lap. At the same time, however, the feeling of my brother's cock inside me still lingered. I bit my lip with excitement, and my hand slowly drifted down to my pussy. My pleasure was building once again, bringing me close when the song ended.
Kayla got up and returned to her seat looking very proud of herself.
Dylan sat there looking completely euphoric when Kayla spoke up again, "looks like Dylan needs a break, so Lindsay, truth or dare?"
I sat contemplating my options for a moment. Maybe I would be dared to do another lap dance? Or perhaps even give her a lap dance. I guess I was taking to long because Kayla ended up making my decision for me.
"Truth it is," Kayla said enthusiastically,To continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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