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With that, it’s on. Soon, I’ve got the plush girl nude and willing, laid out on the couch. She’s so beautiful, her creamy curves heaving and panting as I lick between her legs.
“You have the tastiest twat, sweetheart,” I groan. “I can’t get enough of this sweet honey.”
She arches her back, moaning deliriously while plucking at her nipples.
“Then kiss it again,” she begs. “Suck my clit, Tim. Please.”
I’m only too happy to oblige, but then inspiration strikes. I take the flower which was in her hair and gently lick over the stem with my tongue. Sure enough, it’s clean and the cylinder is smooth, and a good diameter too.
“Do you want to …?”
But Lina knows what I’m asking, and lifts her knees, showing me that gleaming hole.
“Yes, put it in, Daddy. Show Petal how you like to do it nasty.”
I grin, my cock jerking so hard that a bit of pre-come spurts onto the couch.
“My pleasure, sweetheart.”
Then slowly, I begin inserting the flower stem into her swollen cunt. She cries out at the penetration, and it looks so obscene, but also incredibly good.
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes, looking up at me with adoring eyes, even with her knees pulled up to her ears. “Just like that.”
I’m about to slide the flower all the way home when suddenly, there’s a sharp scream by the door. What the hell? Both of us turn, our expressions frozen, and to my surprise, my dad is standing there. Even more shocking, there’s a woman beside him, staring at us with horror in her gaze.
“Tim?” my father stutters, placing a hand over his chest. I’ve never seen him so flustered, and it would be funny if not for this situation.
“Dad?” I manage to get out. Quickly, I pull the flower stem out from Lina’s twat and quickly cover her curves with a cushion. But the pillow is nowhere near big enough, and her big breasts leak out from the sides. “What are you doing here?” I ask while grabbing another cushion for myself.
Ed stares at me, unmoving.
“We had a lunch date two hours ago. When you didn’t answer your phone, I got worried and came to find you. Your door was unlocked, so I just walked in.”
Oh, goddammit. I completely forgot about lunch, and now Ed’s caught us in a clinch. This isn’t how I wanted to introduce my girlfriend to my father, but I suppose it had to happen sometime, even if the circumstances are embarrassing.
“Shit, Dad, I’m sorry. I completely forgot. Well, Dad, meet Lina. Lina, this is my father, Ed Carlton.”
But then the woman beside Ed speaks, and my attention flits to her. She’s okay-looking with blonde hair cut short, high cheekbones, and small red lips. Wait a minute, she looks oddly familiar, but it must be my imagination. My dad’s had a number of girlfriends over the years, and they’re all starting to blur in my mind. But then the woman lets out another sharp scream.
“Angelina?” she cries, staring at my girlfriend. “What the hell is wrong with you? Since when do you let men stick flowers in your pussy? And when did you start fucking your stepbrother too?”
“Mom, I can explain,” Lina says in a tight voice, clutching the pillow to her big breasts. “It’s not what it looks like.”
I blink. Wait, what?
But the middle-aged woman is on a roll, and she glowers at Lina.
“Are you dating your stepbrother?” she demands. “Or is this just sex? I don’t know which is worse, but trust a dirty girl like you to get yourself into this scenario.”
And then, everything descends into chaos. Lina turns red and smoke practically begins to drift from her ears. Within seconds, she and her mother start screaming at each other, and meanwhile, all I can do is stare at the woman I thought I knew. Lina is Angelina? My old stepsister? Furiously, I try to remember. The girl who used to live in our house was about ten years old with buckteeth and frizzy hair. I barely even recall that kid because she was such a nothing-burger. So how could she have turned into the drop-dead beauty standing in front of me? There’s no way.
Finally, my dad interrupts.
“Enough!” His deep voice cuts through the screaming match and brings it to an end. “It’s clear we all have some explaining to do.” He clears his throat and puts his hands behind his back, frowning. “Tim, I wanted to have lunch with you to re-introduce Judy. You remember my ex-wife? We reconnected over Facebook, and well, the rest is history. We’re dating again.”
I stare at him as the words sink in.
“But you hate her,” I sputter. “The divorce was fucking acrimonious and you swore up and down she was the she-devil out to ruin your life. What happened to that?”
At least my dad has the decency to look ashamed.
