Lily & the Lovers
Copyright© 2024 by In_Lux
Chapter 19 - Lily
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 19 - Lily - Lily is in for a treat when two handsome new students appear at her college. Little does she know, these boys submit to a mysterious older man - the one they call "Sir" - and if she wants to be theirs, she's going to need to learn how to play by Sir's rules. *Story will contain fauxcest (Daddy dom & brother/sister)*
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Foot Fetish Leg Fetish Small Breasts Slow
Lily
The three of us were in our secret hideout, with Adrian’s head in my lap and my head in Avett’s, who was propped against the wall reading aloud from a paperback: “Our pockets were full of deng, so there was no real need from the point of view of crasting any more pretty polly to tolchock some old veck in an alley...” He was saying.
I gazed up, admiring the chain that now adorned his collarbone, with its engraved A surrounded by tiny diamonds glittering in the dim light. The first thing I’d done upon arriving home was to demand the boys put on their necklaces, proclaiming that Sir went far too easy on them and the very least they could do was wear the jewelry he’d so thoughtfully bought for them. That had made Sir laugh, and hopefully made me score some points with him, too. So, the boys retrieved their necklaces from a drawer in the cuddle room, and though the chains were all tangled together and at first they couldn’t remember whose birthstone was diamond and whose opal, everything was eventually sorted out and Sir locked them in, us three now rightfully sporting our matching labels that made me happy as could be. I lifted my hand to absentmindedly stroke Avett’s silver lock.
He moved the book out from under my obstructing arm. “Pay attention, Lily.”
“I can’t,” I complained. “This book doesn’t make any sense. It’s written in another language or something.”
“Just listen, you’ll get it,” he said. “We had to sit through your fashion show.”
Hardly. I had enough new clothes that the show could’ve easily lasted an hour, but I only subjected them to the highlights, like the green sweater with the rabbits, and the dresses inspired by each of them, of course. The dress for Adrian was a sleek black one with lace details, while Avett’s had yellow sunflowers and 70s-style bell sleeves. We decided that I would wear the yellow dress tonight because it was more casual, and that way I could save the black one for Adrian’s birthday weekend.
Sir appeared in the small doorway, kneeling to look inside. “I’m about to head out to pick up Dr. Hartwell,” he said. “Chef Tomás should be here any minute.” He glanced at the cover of the book in Avett’s hands. “Avett, don’t read her that.”
“Why not?” Avett grumbled. “She doesn’t understand it anyway.”
“I do, too!” I lied. I suddenly did want Avett to keep reading if it was that forbidden.
“Oh, really? Tell me what happened so far.”
“Well, he drank some milk and then talked about his crotch.” I giggled. “Sounds like you. No wonder you like this book so much.” He couldn’t argue with that; over the course of the afternoon alone Avett had downed two glasses of milk with lunch and cracked multiple jokes about his own male appendage.
“Regardless,” Sir said. “Lily needs to do her chores.”
Oh, right. Avett asked, “What chores?”
“My laundry,” I said.
“I’ll help you, Lily,” Adrian offered. He sounded half asleep.
Avett scoffed. “You’re going to go into the basement to do laundry?”
“Yes,” Adrian said, though he didn’t seem very sure.
“I’ll be back in 90 minutes,” Sir said, not caring to stick around to hear any more bickering. “Laundry,” he reminded me once more. To the boys, after glancing at their sweatpants, he said, “Get dressed.” He removed himself from the doorway and went back downstairs.
Avett folded over the page of his book and closed it, but none of us made another move to get up. “Do you guys know Dr. Hartwell?” I asked.
“Yeah, we’ve met her before,” Avett said.
“Why?” I asked. “You guys don’t need birth control.”
Avett fiddled with his necklace. He clearly wasn’t used to wearing one and I could tell he hated the stimulus, which I found slightly funny. “Sure, but she’s just generally Sir’s friend, too. We had dinner with her a few times back in Seattle.”
Hmph. “Couldn’t I just get a prescription from any old gynecologist?”
Adrian yawned and stretched, his hand falling listlessly against my shin. “I think he wanted you to get it through her because she knows about us.”
“Huh?”
“Adey just means she’s not judgmental about our community,” Avett snarked. God, he was such an ass.
Adrian said, “I mean we can call him Sir and stuff around her. Just be ourselves, I guess.”
“Oh, okay.” My hand rested in Adrian’s curly mess of hair. “Does Collin know?”
Avett laughed at me. “No, princess. He regularly washes all the cum stains out of our sheets, but he has no idea.”
“Ugh, I hate you!” I growled, sitting up. “Come on, Adey. Let’s go do the laundry.”
“Oh, screw you,” Avett muttered with genuine spite.
I ignored him. Adrian and I unraveled ourselves from our nest of blankets and he followed me downstairs, stopping on the way to grab my overflowing bags of new clothes. The doorbell rang, with a melodic chime that echoed all through the house and made Adrian jump. “Oh, that must be Chef Tomás,” he said shyly.
He opened the heavy front door, through which breezed in a tall, slender man with oiled black hair and quite pronounced facial features. He was weighed down with shopping bags and unfamiliar kitchen devices poking out of satchels. “Tell me that nightmare of an oven is fixed, flaco,” he said in lieu of greeting with a feathery Spanish accent.
“Yes, Chef,” Adrian said, all business.
The chef peered at me over the arch of his bony nose. “Ay, es una mariposa pequeña.”
“Hi, I’m Lily,” I said, trying to recall something useful from high school Spanish class. “Um ... mucho gusto.”
The edge of his lip curled. “Que preciosa.”
“Is that a good thing?” I asked, but he’d already brushed past me into the kitchen. The man seemed as efficient as Collin, but nowhere near as interested in exchanging pleasantries or small talk.
“I think it is,” Adrian assured me uncertainly. “But I can never tell for sure with him.”
We continued on our way to the basement. Its door swung open with an eerie creak, illuminating the landing with light that didn’t quite reach the foot of the steps below. Adrian was still behind me. “There’s a light switch on your right.”
Yellow fluorescents belligerently flickered to life below, emitting a faint hum. I giggled, disconcerted by my own sudden unease. “Why does it seem so creepy?” I asked. It wasn’t as if I’d never been in a basement before.
“I really couldn’t tell you,” Adrian said, sounding somewhat relieved by my reaction.
We crept down the stairs, into a sparse white space with some workout machines and a rack of weights reflected in the mirrored wall. The basement branched off into various doorways and corners around which I poked my head, exploring. “It’s like a maze down here!” I exclaimed, stumbling upon a concrete cellar lined with wooden racks of dusty wine bottles.
“The laundry room is this way,” Adrian called to me, and I rejoined him, still cautiously curious about what else could be lurking out of view.
The laundry room was small and pleasantly cozy, with a white countertop cluttered only by a corner of discarded socks that seemed to have lost their mate. “Poor socks,” I sighed, giving one a little pat. I was instantly reminded of my conversation with Sir, and grinned playfully to myself. There was surely no harm in being a bit of a “naughty girl” now that I had his blessing.
Adrian had dumped out my new goodies and was hard at work removing the tags. I lifted myself to a seat on the counter and began pretending to help while mostly just watching him, scheming. From the pile he retrieved a pair of sheer white stockings with lace hems and held one up, gauging the length. He opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind, dropping the scandalous garment without comment. Gosh, he was making this too easy!
“Don’t even think about it,” I told him.
He tensed up. “Huh?”
“I know you want to steal those,” I accused. “Probably so you can smell them or something gross like that.” I crinkled my face in an expression that hopefully conveyed disgust.
Adrian laughed nervously. “What?” He was bright red.
I was on a roll now. “Don’t play dumb. I saw what you did with my other socks.”
He didn’t have a hood to pull up, so he just hunched his shoulders to his ears and looked at the floor. “I’ll give them back, okay?” His voice was tiny. He curled himself into an equally tiny ball by the washing machine door and started tossing my clothes in, not making eye contact.
“Ew, I don’t want those back,” I said. He looked so pitiful I almost couldn’t bring myself to continue, but another side of me was enjoying this way too much. It was as if I had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other, and the devil was winning. “Who knows what nasty things you did to them, you perv.”
He hid his burning face behind his hands. “Lily,” he mumbled. “Stop it.”
“Why? You know I’m right.”
He didn’t say anything, just resumed throwing my laundry into the machine and tugging at his lip ring so hard with his teeth he could’ve torn it out.
“I was thinking about wearing those white stockings tonight,” I said. “But I only will if you admit you’re a perv.”
He slammed the washer door shut and buried his face in his knees. Gosh, he was so cute when he was all flustered! I couldn’t believe I’d ever found him to be intimidating. It was impossible to, now, with him all bunched up and squirming by my dangling feet.
“That’s not fair,” he mumbled into his knees.
“Sure it is. I won’t care that my brother’s a perv as long as he owns up to it.”
“Lily!” He gasped. “Seriously, cut it out!”
“Why?” I rolled my eyes.
“‘Cause you’re being bad,” he whined. “You shouldn’t say that kind of stuff when Sir’s not around.” He glanced around at the door as if Sir would appear at any moment.
“Nuh-uh. Sir told me I could, actually,” I bragged.
He furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I told him how much I love to torture you, and he told me exactly how to do it even better.” I crossed my arms, pleased with myself.
Adrian groaned, and resorted to pulling the neck of his shirt up until it covered his head. Only a few unkempt curls poked out of the top. “That’s not fair,” he said again, voice muffled.
I prodded the back of his hand with my outstretched toe. “Do you want me to wear the stockings or not?”
He made a sound sort of like a wounded puppy might. Then he rose to his feet, a glimpse of his trailing stomach hair visible before he tugged his crumpled shirt straight. “Okay, fine! I’m a perv, alright? Fucking hell.”
I threw my head back, the devil on my shoulder possessing me in a villainous, celebratory cackle. “Ha! I knew it!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Still beet red, he poured some detergent in the machine and started the wash with an angry stab of a button.
“Thanks for doing all my laundry, by the way,” I jeered.
He glanced at the whirring machine, only then realizing he’d done all the work himself. Defeated, he turned to leave the laundry room.
“Adrian, wait.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “What is it now?”
I slid off the counter, smiling sweetly. “If it makes you feel any better, I fully intend of torturing Avett, too.”
Relieved his own torment was finally over, he relaxed a tad. “You do? Good luck with that, I guess.”
“Thanks. I’ll probably need it,” I giggled.
He just shook his head. “You’re playing with fire, Lil.”
“I know.”
Upstairs, Adrian broke off into the kitchen to convince Chef Tomás to let him help with dinner. I followed the tinkling sound of music into the living room, where Avett was sitting at the upright piano. He was playing a tune I couldn’t place: the same chord progression on repeat, seemingly trying to perfect it.
“I didn’t know you played the piano,” I said, perching on the bench next to him. I pulled my knees into my chest.
“Not very well,” he clarified, starting the riff over. “But you should hear me on the drums. Sir’s gonna get me a drum kit for Christmas.”
He sounded pretty confident about that, but I wasn’t so sure Sir would appreciate someone banging away on the drums all day.
“Drums are too loud,” I said.
Avett slammed his fingers into the piano keys exaggeratedly. “What? I can’t hear you.”
“Ha, ha,” I said humorously. He began to rehearse a more complex part of the song, his long fingers dancing across the keys in time to the melody. He was actually pretty good. Too bad I was intent on pestering him. “Avett,” I said.
He didn’t look up. “Lily.”
“Where do babies come from?”
He blinked, but somehow maintained laser focus on the keys as he spoke. “Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much, a giant stork flies over their house and drops a baby down the chimney.”
Ugh, he wasn’t taking me seriously. I needed to switch gears. “What about sex?”
His finger slipped, hitting a single off note. “What about it?”
“Well, Daddy told me that babies come from sex. But I’m not sure how it works.”
He narrowed his eyes. A thin layer of sweat was turning his forehead shiny. I smirked. “What are you doing?” He asked suspiciously. He wiped his hands on his pants and went back to playing the chorus, but it was clumsier this time.
“Nothing,” I said, oh-so-innocently. “I just want to learn.” No response. “You know, I’ve never even seen a penis in real life until yesterday,” I said truthfully. “Yours was my first.”
“Really?” He tried to sound casual, but his voice cracked. He cleared his throat.
“Mhmm-hmm. But I didn’t even get to touch it.” I pouted. I stuck out my finger and hit a random key.
His fingers fell on a sour chord, and he cursed under his breath. “Christ, Lily.” He ran both hands through his hair. “Don’t touch the piano when someone else is playing.”
“You never answered my question,” I complained.
He finally looked at me. “Listen, I don’t know what freakish little game you’re trying to play, but if I humor you this once, would ya let me practice?”
“Mhm!” I hummed cheerfully. “I promise!”
“Fine.” He swung one leg over the bench and scooted forward until I was pinned between his legs. Lowering his voice, he spoke into my ear. “Sex is when a big hard cock stretches out one of your tight little holes and fills it with cum. If that hole happens to be your pussy, you might get pregnant.”
His hot breath directly on my ear made my skin prickle with chills, and I shivered. Stay in control, Lily, I thought. “What other hole could it be?” I asked.
“Your mouth,” he said. His eyes darted suggestively to my seat on the bench. “Let’s see ... Your butt.”
“My butt?!” I giggled nervously as my cheeks clenched unconsciously at the thought. Gosh, I actually was innocent enough to not have to exaggerate my reaction to that.
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