Slumber Orgy
Copyright© 2018 by Dexter Xavier
Chapter 7: Moving In
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7: Moving In - Five girls liven up their slumber party by inviting the hostess' brother.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Aunt Nephew BDSM DomSub MaleDom Rough Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts
20
Over the next week, Denise moved out to a nice little apartment. Smaller than what she could have afforded with a roommate, but more private, more personal. The space felt like hers.
Yet ... even with professionals, moving in was practically a whole second job. Getting things out of storage, arranging furniture how she wanted it, unpacking. One week wasn’t long enough to get it all done, let alone recover afterward.
But she at least got the place presentable enough for her master to visit that Saturday.
He hopped off the bus — there was a stop practically at her door — and came up. The door was already unlocked, so he invited himself right in and hugged her from behind. His presence was soothing warmth, his very scent easing her stress away.
Then his hands slid under her shirt.
She tensed, hands straying to touch his forearms. It had been going so well, but now they hit the other side of the coin, the other problem with her desires.
However hot the fantasy, she could not literally be ready for sex 24/7. It had been a long week and she was simply tired.
But if she rejected him now, at best he’d get all awkward about it. Confused, because didn’t she like being a sex object? He’d start second-guessing every move, hesitating to dominate her when she was ready for it.
Should she just go along with it even if she wasn’t feeling it? That would at least be simpl—
He lowered his hands back to her sides.
“I,” she stammered. “I-I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to.” He kissed her cheek. “The fact you enjoy it is what makes it hot. If you’re not into it, for whatever reason, then neither am I.”
Her tension melted away again. She leaned back into him, her hands atop his.
He turned it back into a hug, his arms laced around her waist. “So I could actually do what I said I was doing here, and help you unpack. Or ... do you need a backrub? Lydia swears by them.”
She groaned. “Marry me?”
He just had to laugh, though his embrace kept it from feeling like mockery. “That would be several kinds of illegal,” said her fourteen-year-old nephew.
Fuck, it really would. What was she doing?
Other than making the best mistake of her life?
He threaded every needle. He was passionate and bold enough to claim her and sweet enough to nurture her, without either contradicting the other. He wasn’t a selfish lover. He could just pretend when they wanted to.
“There is ... one other thing.” The words were out of her mouth before she could think better of them. “Not a wedding ring, something else I could wear. I’d almost forgotten it, but I found it when I was unpacking.” She barely heard herself. Her heart raced with terror and excitement, loudly enough to drown out her own hushed voice.
She had Jimmy’s curiosity. “Show me.”
Into her bedroom. There on top of her nightstand rested the little black shoebox — the first time in years it hadn’t been hidden away under a bed or deep in a closet.
Without another word, she opened it up and lifted one thing out of the pile of toys and porn. A strip of simple black leather. A collar.
His eyes widened when he saw it. He touched it, his fingertips probing the buckle. “This ... would be a big step, wouldn’t it?” She could see the excitement in his eyes, the lust to own her. But he treated that thought with the seriousness it deserved.
That made her more confident this was the right choice. But she could still only manage one word. “Yeah.”
“I want to,” he said, and she could feel the yearning in his tone. “But before we take this step, we need to do another one.”
Oh. Oh no. Panic started to flare in her chest.
“You’ll have to meet them.”
21
A phone call and an hour later, Stacey and Lydia arrived. They took the stairs up — Stacey had been helping Lydia with her cardio, at her own request. When they came in the front door, they found Jimmy sitting on the couch with a blonde woman.
It took Stacey a second to recognise her. “Oh, hi, Denise!” She gave Jimmy a questioning look and got a nod in return. She knew. “Wow. You have one hell of a cool aunt, if she’s letting us use her place to meet up like this.” She glanced around. “So, um, when is this new girl arriving?”
Lydia coughed. Jimmy looked sheepish. Slowly, blushing like her cheeks might burst, Denise raised her hand.
Stacey stared, gobsmacked. “Your aunt Denise. You’ve been fucking your aunt Denise.”
The adult in the room whined and hung her head, but nodded.
“Dude.” Stacey high-fived her boyfriend.
Denise choked. “What?”
“Have you looked in the mirror lately?” Stacey asked. “You’re a score, girl.”
“I’m his aunt!”
“As if incest is anything new.” Stacey rolled her eyes, but grinned at how she tapdanced on the taboo. “My sister Mercedes got my virginity, and me and Lydia double-teamed her favourite cousin.” She didn’t even mention Jimmy and Erica.
“I’m over twice his age!”
“And that’s part of what’s worth a high five,” Stacey said. “A grown, mature woman like you? Damn.”
Denise made a sour face. “Please don’t call me that. I’m not even thirty yet.”
“You’re the one who pointed out you’re twice his age,” Lydia said.
“I mean, I know, but still!” Denise’s cheeks raged as she looked at the chubby-cute girl. “The ‘mature’ label is different! And why aren’t you even surprised?”
Lydia blushed, but with a knowing smile behind it. “No, I didn’t know ahead of time, I promise he didn’t tell me. But it ... explains some things.”
What was that supposed to mean.
But Denise didn’t dig into that. “So, um.” She fidgeted with her hands on her lap.
Stacey and Lydia met each other’s eyes. It hadn’t really been in question, but that look was enough to confirm. “We approve,” Stacey declared. “I mean, we approved before, but don’t worry, you can keep fucking. Bonus points if you take pictures.”
Denise hid her face in her hands.
Jimmy cleared his throat. “There is something else, though.” He reached into his pocket and brought out the collar.
“Wait,” Stacey said. “You mean ... she wants you to...”
She nodded, head hanging. “I promise, I’m not trying to steal—”
Stacey high-fived her boyfriend again. “Pictures, definitely.”
That was the most embarrassing possible way she could have given her approval, but at least she was enthusiastic.
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