Chapter 1

“So, who is she?” I asked my sister, Maddie.

“I dunno. That’s the point, right?” Maddie answered condescendingly, sounding annoyingly like Mom.

The woman that Dad was walking in the front door on the far side of the living room was almost naked but for stockings, heels, a collar, and a hood over her head, hiding her face and hair. Her mound was shaved totally bald, and the only thing that gave away her age was a C-section scar. She was another old slut, like Mom’s age or maybe older, but tan and fit like a tennis player who took really good care of herself, ate right, did Pilates, fucked a lot.

What stood out most other than the hood was her tan lines. This woman had the whitest skin behind tan lines that defined where a conservative bikini usually covered her tits and cunt.

I frowned at Maddie across the kitchen table, where we were doing our homework. She’s such a bitch, sometimes, stating the obvious to wind me up.

My sister Maddie has almost graduated from high school and is a pain in my ass. She thinks she knows everything because she skipped a year in school, and she treats me like a little kid, even though I’m only a year younger than her.

All Maddie ever talks about is which college has the best-looking guys, and how she can’t wait to strike out on her own. My mom gets a little wistful and melancholy about that, but our dad gruffly promises to help her pack.

I love it when he tells her not to let the door hit her where the good Lord split her! I’ve never seen her let anyone but our dad get away with talking to her like that.

Maddie seems to think that having big boobs and an ass she can clap makes her an adult or something. She orders me around, tries to make me do her chores, and ignores me at school whenever she’s not calling me a dweeb in front of her friends.

I suppose she’s right, most hot girls walk all over guys, and she’s notorious for doting over a guy until he wants her – and then she doesn’t want him.

She likes to joke that her potential new boyfriend didn’t pass her test. I always tell her that her test shouldn’t be hard like a mid-term, and then Dad will joke that she’s easy like an open-book quiz.

We can goof on each other that way, but my theory is that Maddie’s test is set up so nobody can pass because she doesn’t want to get close enough to anyone for very long – so she can avoid getting her feelings hurt.

I told her that once, and she called me Oprah for a week, and told me she just likes to fuck around, and relationships are a bore.

Her being a condescending slut isn’t Maddie’s biggest fault, though. Oh no! My big sister still acts like a little kid around Dad. It’s so unfair. She has Dad wrapped around her little finger. She smiles sweetly, puts on her angel face and calls him Daddy with something skin to a lisp, and he calls her his little princess. But then she will turn around where he can’t see her, give me the finger and poke her tongue out at me like a five-year-old.

All the boys at school have been blinded by Maddie’s act, too. Sure, she’s hot as far as sisters go, but no one at school sees through her like I do. No one sees the bitch. Oh no, they just see the smart, popular girl.

My friends will not shut up about how pretty she is, her smile, her body, her radiant ebony hair, blah blah blah, and always wanting me to talk them up to her. As if!

Even my friend Evan, who I’m pretty sure is gay, has asked me to introduce him to Maddie a bunch of times lately. He’s always asking me to get her to text him for stupid shit like getting tutoring, or helping with school dances, or one time he wanted me to talk her into joining high school cheerleading.

I say I will, but I never do. Fuck that! Let him think she’s ignoring him. I’m really doing Evan a favor. Maddie’s trouble with a capital T, but he refuses to listen when I tell him that. Nor can I tell him she’s a slut. Family secrets and all.

In a way, I’m glad Mom and Dad don’t allow friends over on school nights, or he’d be all up in her face. That’s the last thing we need.

What none of my friends know is that Dad has a business, and it’s the sort of business that would cause DFS to get involved if they ever found out. Dad is a trainer, but he trains people in sex stuff.

I’m sure as shit is not gonna say a word about it because Dad occasionally brings his work home with him, like today, when Mom’s off on a business trip. I’m not too sure what Mom does, but it’s got something to do with cosmetics, and she must travel a lot.

So, when Mom’s away, Dad brings a trainee home and makes her do crazy shit that always involves her being naked. Twice now, I’ve secretly wet my wick in one of those sluts.

Both times were when Dad had her tied up naked. The first slut was straddling a sybian, and he had to go out, leaving her bound to it in the living room.

The day that happened was when I thought I was alone at home. I walked into the living room and there she was. An old slut, another one probably nearly Mom and Dad’s age. She didn’t care I was seeing her humping a sybian and instead, she begged me to let her suck my cock.

Just like that. She didn’t know me, didn’t know my dad was her trainer or that I was his son or anything. She just begged me to let her suck it. What was I supposed to do? My first BJ was from a tied-up MILF riding a sybian in my own living room.

She obviously said nothing to Dad about it, or I would never have heard the end of it.

The second time was the same situation, me thinking I was home alone, but the woman was only a few years older than me, and she was left tied and gagged with her legs spread wide. I could see right into her hairy gash. She was so embarrassed when I walked in on her!

I was in a mood, so I hid my surprise and casually asked her if she wanted me to put my cock in her, as if I did it all the time. I never thought she’d nod, giving me the green light! Fuck, what a way to lose your virginity! I fucked her three times in less than 10 minutes. Afterwards, she never said anything to Dad either.

In retrospect, Dad had to have known. I left her with spunk running out of her pussy like a river. He never said a word about it, though. Still, he did not leave his trainees unattended after that. It’s been 2 months since that day. Which brings me back to now.

“Doesn’t it piss you off, Dad parading naked women through the house when Mom’s away, sis?” I asked, wondering why Maddie never complained to Mom.

Until then, I’d always thought women stuck together, and Maddie would be the first to run crying to Mom. Then I realized that would jeopardize Maddie’s position as Dad’s spoiled brat. A Brat who’d been promised a car for her birthday next month.

“Dad’s a professional Dom, Luke, but you wouldn’t know about grown-up stuff like that. Just stick to your cartoons and video games and let us adults do the adulting,” she replied dismissively.

“Fuck you,” I spat back.

“In your dreams, bro. I probably couldn’t even find your boner with a magnifying glass,” she laughed.