The Dare, Book 3
Copyright© 2026 by TailWeaver
Chapter 21: Settling down?
Biography Sex Story: Chapter 21: Settling down? - Continuing the chronicle of Talia and her brother - and everyone else who becomes impacted by Talia's embrace of her inner Niki. Some time has passed in the documenting, but not in her life - hopefully it all makes sense.
Caution: This Biography Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual True Story Workplace Incest Brother Sister Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Water Sports Public Sex
So, yes, I’ve been gone for quite a while, and after that, the great Purge. Everything came down once it was clear the world (at least my part of it) had gone a bit mad - not that I have to agree with the party in power - but I do demand equal rights, and there were just so many attacks on so many non-white-uber-christians that I got scared. Peter and I were OK, as you can see, but, well, the public side of me was scared, and so ... the purge.
Now, before that, you might think it was just COVID, but there were actually a couple of reasons I stopped updating. I had started with what you will see as Book 3 Chapter 21, but I found myself spending less and less time writing. Not that unusual for me, but the longer I went without writing, the more I began to realize that not only was I experiencing a bit of writer’s block, but I began to suspect that the changes in my life were making it less urgent a need to fantasize through my stories. Combine that with a couple of other things that occurred, and you will soon see why I was gone for so long. I hope you will still enjoy reading about my evolution. While not everyone may enjoy everything I do, especially now after so much has changed, I can separate things to keep everyone happy.
I hope.
If not, I apologize. As always, I have tried to remember the exact order of things, but I obviously cannot remember verbatim what was said; hopefully, I remain true to the spirit of things. And before you ask, yes, Peter is reading and making sure I don’t leave anything important out.
Final note - This is really just continuing Dare Book 1 and Book 2, but I split it off into Book 3 (but kept the chapter number) due to some code changes - not that the new stuff is everywhere, but, it does come up and best to be up front -- note they did remove a code that I used for Niki and Max and her love for Man’s best friend. Something similar will happen, eventually, but is not the central them like it is in Niki’s Descent and Family Life.
Talia lay awake in the early pre-dawn, staring at the ceiling as she thought about everything that had happened. She felt sore in places she hadn’t felt sore in before, and she was still trying to wrap her unaroused mind around what she had willingly done. Yesterday had actually been easy enough, once she started. It always seemed easier when she was horny. Easier to be Niki. She wanted to be like Niki. She dreamed of it. She had even told Peter about it. But she still wondered at herself. At least in the quiet of the morning. She knew she could stop things if she wanted to. Peter had underscored that she had an escape word at any time. Still, she knew she wanted more, much more; she just wondered. Sometimes. Like now. Reaching down, she touched herself, feeling her clit, feeling how it still felt swollen and aroused. Nothing like being fucked over and over and cumming who knows how many times to make one’s private areas feel it the next day.
She glanced at the clock and sighed a little. ’Time to get cleaned up and ready. she thought, breathing deep and exhaling one more time before getting out of bed. She looked over at her sleeping brother and marveled at his ability to sleep through anything. She never could. Especially when she was preoccupied.
Standing in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror, she tried to see the difference. She felt different, inside. Thinking about the day and what it was going to be like, she could sense a difference in the way she was starting to think. Not the usual ‘Am I Talia or Am I Niki’ dichotomy that had been running through her mind the last week or so. No, it was more like she was oddly content to not be in charge. Submissive, yes, but not just in ‘that’ way. She was surrendering to this new pattern, this new set of priorities, this new not-in-control position, and she was surprisingly content. She quickly took care of her morning duties, making sure she was stubble-free and freshly lubricated, and went to her room to relax for a minute, waiting until it was closer to Peter’s usual rising time before she went and knelt by the door. As she waited, she let her mind simply slow down and lazily revisit the previous day.
She had been a slut. An eager, obedient, insanely aroused slut. She had felt and done things she had never seriously believed she’d ever do, and as she had lived out one of her secret fantasies, she had felt no shame. None. Walking over to Sara and Alex after orgasming on the table surrounded by four guys had been easy. Dropping her dress and showing off her well fucked body had been easy. Letting all six of them play with her body and make her cum had been easy. It had been so easy to just let go and be Niki. Surprisingly easy. Kneeling there, naked and waiting, she knew some part of her, deep down, loved to just give over control and be as hedonistic and wanton as any of her wildest stories.
She heard the door open, and Peter stood looking down at her, his face inscrutable. After a long moment, he pushed his cotton briefs down over his hips, leaving them stretched across his upper thighs, and waited while Talia moved a couple of inches closer and took the fat head of his prick inside of her mouth and began to suck slowly, feeling him awaken within her mouth. Only a few seconds passed before he pulled back and away from her, pulling his shorts back over his semi-hard shaft.
“Good girl,” was all he said as he headed to the bathroom, turning at the door and adding, “I’d have you help, but I’m starving. Get some coffee going and maybe some eggs, hmm?”
Just like that, it seemed as if everything that had happened, all the things she had asked him to do, were just, well, normal. Talia found herself having more than one conversation with herself as she padded naked to the kitchen. ’I wonder how long I can do this. How long do I want to do this? Is this really what I want?’ She knew she had never felt as good as she had yesterday, except perhaps when Peter had first taken her. Her whole life had been so normal, so much of doing what was expected. Channeling her Niki, letting loose her fantasies she had only been able to write about, becoming something quite different - all of these things had released something within her, and she both craved and feared it.