Chapter 6: Saturday In The Park

“AFTER THE TONE, PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE. WHEN YOU ARE FINISHED—”

“Oh, come on,” I grumbled as the call went to voicemail. I swiped my finger across the glass screen to end the call. As I did, I scrunched my face and exhaled with a pained sigh. The ridges of my brow bunched with more dramatic flair than I intended. It was enough to catch my lunch date’s attention. Brandi’s eyes scanned over my pouting face with as much concern as my apathetic cousin could muster.

“What’s your problem?” Brandi tossed her hair in my direction as she sank her teeth into a slice of rye toast. She licked excess raspberry jam from her lips while waiting for a response.

Her voice snapped me from the trance. It had been a full minute since I first gawked at my blank screen. “Huh?” I shook my head. “Ugh. It’s nothing. Well...” The words came as the cobwebs cleared. “Cassidy,” I said. “She hasn’t called me back today.”

“Miss the ‘help’, do we?” Brandi snickered through her full lips, her chubby cheeks and dimples turned up. “And long has it been since you’ve seen her?”

“Last night,” I said, trying to recall the details of the evening. “She might have stayed the night, but I can’t remember.” I scratched my scalp-- as if that ever helped. “The details are a little fuzzy. I probably shouldn’t drink as much.”

Brandi nodded without much empathy; She was never one to show emotions. This Saturday morning was no exception as she continued her blank expression. “Last night, huh?” She repeated. The corners of her mouth twisted upward. A familiar smile told me the perverted gears in her brain were grinding. “Did you find my present?” She leaned forward with bated breath. Her braless tank hung away from her tanned cleavage, giving me a perfect view of her pert tits—when my eyes met hers, Brandi’s intent was clear. There was always something about those gunmetal-colored pupils that was soul-shaking. I turned away, almost feeling Brandi’s heavy cream sticking to my fingers.

“You couldn’t even tell? God, that’s so hot!” Brandi squealed. She bounced in her seat and readjusted her tank top. This was the liveliest she had been all morning. “You got my sloppy seconds all over your dick and didn’t even know it.” She smeared her finger across her blue porcelain saucer and sucked the sticky red sweetness from her skin. “So, in retrospect, tell me how it felt.” She leered over me, her tone turned low and husky. “How did my cum feel on your cock, Sunny?”

“Warm, Brandi.” I forced the dry lump down my throat with some embarrassment. “From what I remember, it was warm, messy, and gross.” There was a look of satisfaction on my cousin’s face. I touched my face and confirmed that I was blushing. I was humiliated and subsequently turned her on.

“I think you should forget about your piggy friend for a while.” Brandi grinned as she stood. “And I also think the Skyes should spend a little time together.” Brandi stroked my cheek with the back of her hand. I took an awkward breath as her hand migrated down my shirt. She used her index and middle fingers to squeeze my nipple. My moan eked out in a stutter while I let her continue to feel me up. I tried to focus on Brandi’s swaying hips through eyes blurred with euphoria. I could make out the bulge in her baggy pants. A quick flick of her wrist freed her cock from its banded prison. It stood at willing attention, waving in front of my face. Brandi’s palm clenched the back of my head and pushed me forward. I had no choice but to part my lips and take the throbbing member in my mouth.

“Mmph...” My muffled sound hummed against her skin as my cheeks filled with air. I ran my tongue along the ridges and veins of her shaft. It had been months since my last throat-fucking, and it seemed Brandi aimed to make up for lost time. Brandi had trained me into such an accomplished little cock-sucker, evident from Brandi’s throaty grunts. She forced herself deeper—Deep enough for my stomach to retch as my gag reflex went wild. Maybe I wasn’t the cocksucker I thought myself to be. She pulled her dick from my drooling mouth as I coughed and gasped in relief. “Fuck, Brandi.” I spat a hefty wad to the ground, making an audible splatter on the cement. It occurred after studying the blob that Brandi had only come a little. She didn’t pull out from my lack of breathing either—she had another plan.

My eyes scanned the courtyard with worry; Not a housekeeper in sight. Instead of being relieved, I found myself annoyed at their absence. Their gawking eyes would have given me a good cause to reject her advances. Brandi was hornier than your average futanari, so I agreed to let her use my body to get off whenever she needed it. She didn’t need to ask, but our agreed boundary was that the family (and public) couldn’t find out.

Instead, I found my forearms bracing my body as I gazed over the veranda’s ledge. I was out of breath. Brandi’s heavy breathing drowned out my panting. Her hot breath reeked of the processed pork we had been eating, and it warmed the back of my neck like a sweltering sun. My legs stiffened as my skirt slowly rose. I shuddered when my milky thighs got exposed. Brandi gripped my hips and pulled me closer.

Then, the gasp escaped from my lips. She slipped her cock inside me without warning. My poor, neglected pussy greeted its guest, twitching and flexing around Brandi’s monster. She fucked me with ease. Her weathered hands gripped the soft skin on my hips as she gently nudged her cock further inside me. I wanted badly to cover my mouth. My squeaks of lust shot across the green of the property. But my hands clung tight to the balcony rail as I tried to absorb the shock from Brandy’s thrusts. As the veins in her shaft pulsed, Brandi’s unkempt, ragged-cut fingernails dug painfully into my hips. I kicked off my flip-flops. Perhaps my bare feet would have a better chance of gaining traction as Brandi fucked me. All the while, I tried to make myself comfortable. As she thrust her way to climax, it was easy to determine my pleasure was none of Brandi’s concern (even though my cock was rigid at the time).

“Ah! Sunny! BABY!” Brandi yelped and thrashed about just before sliding her throbbing dick from me. She kept my squirming body down with her weighted forearm as she jerked herself furiously. A grunt; Then, the feeling of Brandi’s hot cream trickled down my ass. My thighs tensed as her cum continued to drip—it was quite an intense come for her. Brandi used to fuck me more frequently, mostly when we were younger. Looks like she got off on the infrequent taboo of incest. “AHH,” She cooed—satisfied.

“Goddamn...” My voice trembled, trying to guard Brandi’s stream against touching my pussy. “It’s been a while. Thanks for remembering how bad I am about taking my birth control.” That’s right. Like the second Death Star, I’m fully functional. Not that it mattered much. I hate every dick that isn’t mine.

“Where’s my thank you, Sunny?” Brandi asked as she strutted back to the table. “Where’s my thank you for pulling out and not turning you into the slutty single mom you deserve to be?”

“Thank you, Brandi.” I followed her back to the table like a lost puppy. My legs quivered as a sickness turned my stomach when I sat down. ICK! A mixture of mine and Brandi’s fluids pooled between my cheeks. Gross. A shower was in my future.

“I don’t understand how someone who has so much sex is so bad at remembering to take her birth control.” Brandi snickered as she picked up her fork.

“What are you saying, Brandi?” I sounded more worried than anything.

“All I’m saying,” She went on. “Is that I’ve been ‘marking my territory’ lately. This time next year, you’ll be married and no longer in need of an ‘assistant.’” She bounced happily and shoveled more commingled food in her mouth. “What was up with her last night anyway? She said she had a date.

“Date?” I gawked. “CASS?” Flickers of the night came back. “Oh. Her hair was done up, wasn’t it? She didn’t mention a word about a date when I saw her. Shit...” The rusty, hungover gears in my head started churning again. I squinted as if that made me think better. “Shit, did she cancel her date to just to hang out with me?”

“I guess.” Brandi shrugged. “Y’know, I first thought she was going out with you. Brandi’s casual demeanor suddenly shifted; She cut her eyes at me. “You know I wouldn’t like that, right, Sun ny?”

“Of course not.” I shook my head, struck with the sudden fear that I had upset Brandi. Fuck, how my face burned. “I was supposed to see Zara last night. Cass knew that.”

“Good.” Brandi settled back down. “I need one of you girls to sub for me. I don’t mind losing you if you’re getting married. But we should keep Cass in the family,” She grinned. “And put those child-bearing hips of hers to good use.”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I know you’ve got an inheritance to think of. Cass would be a good mom.” Brandi smiled. I knew where she was going with this. Brandi’s parents are still alive, but she has a particular ‘clause’ blocking her from getting her full inheritance--she needs to have children. My aunt and uncle could not have their own and are concerned about keeping their Cloudy Skyes Candy Company shares in the family.

“I’m glad you think so.” Brandi’s eyes shifted as she plotted her following words. She licked her lips and cooed. “Sunny, I need you to do me a huge favor—convince Cassidy to marry me.”

My eyes bugged. I choked on my spit.

“It’s not like you’ll be needing her.” Brandi shrugged. “Just put in a good word for me.”

I cleared my throat. My heart raced. I was suddenly dizzy, and I didn’t know why. “I--I’ll think about it.”

“Did you know the first-born Skye for our generation gets an extra 200 shares of company stock?” Brandi tapped on the table with anticipation. “That’s ... an extra $1.2 million over the next 18 years. I could manage that, make another half a million--” She smirked and returned to her food. “So fucking easy.” She muttered under her breath.

Brandi came off as a winter beach bum, but she’s more like a shark. With a finely tuned mind for business, she was probably better inclined to run the family business than I was.

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said with flat optimism. There’s no way in hell Cass would marry Brandi. “But we both know Cass is pretty picky.”

“Yeah, right.” Brandi scoffed. “She needs a reality check of what she’s really in the running for.”

In the running...” I whispered. Then, a few synapses fired. Memories of last night. The taste of wine on her breath, the smell of her skin, and how she arched her back to receive me. How her pussy clenched my cock as I came inside her. Then, finally, her question: ‘Does that put me in the running?’

“What’s wrong with you now?” Brandi rested her chin in her palm, clearly annoyed that I had stopped paying her all my attention.

I lowered my head and rubbed my temples. “I think I knew who Cass was supposed to go on a date with last night.” Only the other person thought it was just another night. I picked up my phone and called again.

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I had no idea what to do about Cass. My Saturday date was during the afternoon, so I knew there’d be time to track her down later. My focus was solely on Miss Tina Sharpe, and my sister never demanded all of my focus. Everyone has that impulsive, ‘anything goes’ friend who lives for crossing boundaries. Tina Sharpe makes that friend uncomfortable.

Manfred dropped me off at St. Lawrence’s Market, the historic, bustling indoor food hall and market. Cobblestone walkways paved the way for additional patio seating, art houses, and boutiques on both sides of the sprawling building. A large sparkling fountain cascaded and splashed amongst the laughter and chatter of shoppers. I walked down the side street with anticipation building in my chest. My destination was an art studio off the beaten path. There, I entered a side door with INTRIGUE painted on the window. My flat sandals made a sliding sound along the concrete floor as a figure emerged from the back of the empty storefront.