Chapter 3

The desire to pull his cock out and stroke himself to release was strong. Almost overwhelmingly so. He could hear nothing from upstairs. Which somehow just made matters worse.

Brian contemplated the situation. Which a part of him pointed out was akin to a starving man thinking of food. He knew that the line between fantasy and criminal actuality was a fine one, and that he had already stepped across it.

That Claire was complicit didn’t make his actions any more excusable. He knew that. He also knew that he didn’t give a damn. Whatever she thought, Andie was still fundamentally male. Would he treat her sexually as a female? The refusal of his erection to subside as he considered it, was an answer in itself.

They were taking their sweet time upstairs. It didn’t take this long to remove a dress and underwear, to replace it with just a few items.

Time ticked and his erection showed no sign of subsiding.

The stairs creaked.

Two sets of footsteps.

Claire entered first. She had applied make up. Bright red lipstick, blusher, bold eyeliner, mascara. One arm trailed behind her as she stepped into the room. Andie held her hand and she was dressed identically to her mother. The fit was perfect, revealing that Claire really did know Andie’s sizes.

Andie wore strappy sandals with a low heel, which kept her head at the same level as her mother’s. Andie’s makeup was the same as Claire’s, highlighting the facial similarities. She really could be mistaken as Claire’s’ younger sister.

The only discernible difference Brian could make out, was the slight bulge in Andie’s chemise where a male appendage existed. Andie didn’t appear sexually aroused. If anything, she looked scared to Brian.

Understandable really.

“Beautiful.” It was an encompassing statement. Brian looked to Claire. “Come here.”

Claire dropped Andie’s hand and headed over to Brian. He held up his arms, indicating that he wished her to sit between them on his lap. Claire sat on his lap, wriggling herself into a comfortable position. Brian was under no illusion that she could feel how aroused he was, as she was pressed firmly against his hardness. He wrapped his arms around her midriff as he peered over her right shoulder. Claire leaned back against his front, a physical manifestation of her surrender to him.

Brian couldn’t really help himself and moved his left hand down, sliding it up under the very short hem of the chemise.

As usual, she made no move to stop his palm rubbing across the front of her panties or his fingertips from worming under the elastic edge and into her.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said it softly into Claire’s ear, but his gaze was locked onto Andie’s eyes. “This is definitely your evening lounge wear from now on.”

Andie looked uncomfortable. Lost. Her gaze drifted from Brian to her mother, flickered down to where Brian’s hand gently, rhythmically, moved between her mothers thighs.

“Do you like your new clothes Andie?” Her gaze moved back to Brian. She swallowed, hesitated, nodded.

“Andie,” Claire softly chastised in a tone that was almost a purr, “We spoke about this...”

“Yes.” She meekly replied in a timid voice.

“I gave your mother a choice, Andie. I’m going to give you one as well.” Brian paused a moment to give Andie a chance to speak. She stayed quiet. “You can turn round, go back upstairs and put your dress back on. When you come down, things will carry on as they have been, before tonight.”

“Mostly...”

Brian pinched Claire’s clit at her interruption, eliciting a small yelp. Brian waited for an ‘or’ from Andie. One didn’t seem to be forthcoming.

“Or, you can stay here, as you are. But there will be changes going forward.” Brian waited for Andie to say ‘like?’. Again, she kept her silence. “You will be subject to the same dress rules as Claire. Who from this moment going forward, will no longer be your mother in this house, but your sister.”

“And outside sometimes too.” Claire murmured, loud enough for everyone else to hear.

“And I may use you sexually as well. Do you wish time to think about this, before you decide?”

For a few seconds, Andie neither moved nor spoke. Eventually she shook her head.

“Andie...” Claire reproached again.

“No.”

“What’s it going to be Andie?” Brian pushed.

“I’ll stay.” She sounded terrified. She looked it as well.

Brian felt a momentary pang of shame at his self-centred manipulation, though It was easily overruled by his sexual hunger. He was so desperately horny.

“Stand up.” His command had been aimed at Claire, but Andie stood up as well. Brian took hold of Claire’s hand. “I’m going to give you the fucking you deserve.”

Claire gave him that little enigmatic smile of hers, that was almost, but not quite, a challenging smirk. With a purposeful stride, Brian headed for the doorway and the stairs. His grasp of Claire’s hand firm, unyielding. There was a moment of resistance as he reached the first step.

Brian looked back.

Claire had taken hold of Andie’s hand as she had passed her, causing the momentary resistance as Andie was pulled into motion. She wasn’t fighting it though, meekly following her mother.

Brian led them up the stairs and into his bedroom. He let go of Claire’s hand and quickly disrobed. As soon as he was naked, he roughly pushed Claire onto their bed. Pushing apart her legs, he manoeuvred himself between them. He grabbed her panties and pulled them down, forcing her to lift her feet up against his chest in order for him to pull the panties clear of her ankles.

Brain knocked the feet from him and they fell back onto the bed as he cast the panties aside. He parted her knees wide and swooped in on her pussy, licking it just enough to lubricate his impending entry.

There was no teasingly slow entrance. He took her hands, raised them above her head on the bed and as soon as he felt the tip of his cock in the right place, he rammed it in. His thrusts we hard, brutal, a statement of intent that his pleasure was all that mattered.

Given the visual stimulus of the last fifteen minutes and her moans and mutterings of ‘harder’, ‘deeper’, Brian was not long in reaching his peak. He made no effort in trying to delay it and his cock twitched violently as he pumped his cum into her.

With a satisfied grunt, he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside her.

“Someone was in a hurry...” Claire dryly remarked as she rolled over to partly drape herself across his body, resting her chin on his breast as she looked up at him.

Brian enfolded her in his arms. “You could give a corpse a hard on.”

“Interesting turn of phrase. Not sure it’s that suitable for the moment.”

“Says the one who draws pictures of naked young nubile girls being sexually abused by four hundred year old vampires and associated monsters.”

“Yeah, but they are not exactly corpses, are they? It’s not as if mid fuck an arm falls off.”

“What about if he is in mid fuck and a beam of sunlight slips through the curtain and ‘poof!’ he’s gone...”

“If he is still there and fucking come dawn, it sounds like a really good night to be honest...

Sit down before you fall down sis.”

Sis? Brian had completely forgotten all about Andie.

“Um.” Andie started to move to the chair in front of the dressing table.

“Not there, silly!” Claire slipped over Brian to rest on his opposite side. He doubted that she had intended to make it a sensual movement, but the silk of the chemise and her nylon clad legs moving over his torso and own legs, was a remarkably pleasurable experience.

Claire patted the side of bed she had just vacated. Andie, obviously very self conscious, hesitantly climbed onto the bed.

“Now lie down sis and give daddy a cuddle.”