Episode 338: MISTER HIDE

Deja View! A step back on the clock.

“That was nice. We really need to do more things together as a family.”

“I agree.” Josie McKellen walked into her home behind their daughter Dakota and hubby Henry. Having just come from getting ice cream and socializing in extremely intimate ways everyone seemed more alive than usual. Soaking wet from the rain was the only downfall. Dakota yawning from a long day at school switching identities with Sable and her spank battalion needed space.

As a twin she suspected Sable was worn out too even if she was off on her own at the moment. True! Between the Cul-de-sac Elders, then going shopping for her boyfriend’s birthday present with his mother she was wiped out at only 9:15. Well, once she got home from Trav’s, left there to return Dominic Black’s shirt and supposedly spend a bit of time with the boyfriend. She spent more with Knox Hardecker. The girl was a whirlwind tonight. “Bedtime birthday girl.” The rain beginning only made the atmosphere nap worthy. Not for Josie however, she had to run next door to help with decorations and babysit the Domingos. Her night was just getting started. Wait until Mace Belmont got home.

“I know it is for me.” Dakota admitted. She was thinking heavily about seeing Roger Dundee’s dick today. It was so cool that he didn’t really even say a word about her seeing his humongous cock, let alone wearing his jizz. With all of her pent-up hormones she needed to go to her room, break out Mace Belmont’s cloned dildo and take care of business. Other plans quickly chimed in. “I have a short homework assignment, but I need your laptop to look up a few things.” Dakota appealed to her mother. “I won’t take long. I should be in bed by 10:30.”

“You know where it is. Put it back when you’re done.” Josie wondered where any of the teachers found time to even assign homework with everything that went on today. At first, she considered Roger Dundee as the culprit until she recalled his confession. “No, it couldn’t have been, Roger.” A sly grin she sighed. “I’ll take my daughter’s extra credit assignment anytime, Mister Dundee.” Meaning an unfettered load all over her. Cum slut!

“Thanks! Love you guys.”

“Love you too, Punky.” Henry peered back at Dakota bolting up the stairs, seeing his daughter’s tight little ass and virgin clam peeking out from beneath her skirt. Even Josie noticed the fact but bit her tongue rather than start anything this late at night. Not that she had a damn thing to say that would not blow up in her face. Dang it! Now she pictured Roger Dundee again. Henry puffing his cheeks tried to play off his interest with an exhausted expression of I give up. “Those two are going to be the death of me.”

“Why do you say that? I don’t wear underwear anymore either.”

“Yes, but come on, you’re ... I guess we did consent to let the girls be treated like adults.”

“Yes, we did agree to treat them that way. I presumed you were past that problem. Are those incest episodes you’ve been working on getting to you?”

“You know better.”

“Yes, I do.” She teased him lifting up on her toes to give him a kiss. “I’m heading over to Piper’s to help decorate. The Domingo’s are waiting on me. Can you handle the girls while I’m gone?”

“I do that more of that than you do these days. Go enjoy yourself. Don’t drink too much.”

“You’re one to talk, Mister Whiskey! I’ll call you if I need a designated fireman’s carry.”

“Ha! I’ll just set my alarm and walk over to wake your ass in the morning. After I tap Piper for breakfast.”

“You better tap both of us.”

“Threesome here soon?”

“I’m up for that.” It would be sooner for Josie than it would be for Henry. “I’ll be home when I get done. Are you going to go work on Frisque?”

“For an hour maybe. I’ll probably head to bed around time Dakota gets done with your laptop. I’ll make sure she puts it away.”

“Thank you honey.” One more kiss and Josie stepped outside to speedily run in the rain for next door. Closing the door behind her Henry stretched while looking up the stairs to see Dakota coming from his bedroom holding Josie’s laptop to her naked chest. Her dress was nowhere to be found. Sticking her tongue out at him she turned her backside to him and knelt down on the staircase steps and shook her ass at him. “Laptop dance!”

“Behave yourself Punky.”

“You know I won’t.” She flipped her tongue at him defiantly. “Fuck me in later?”

“Tuck yes, fuck no!”

“You know you love me.”

Her baby like tone gently stabbed his soul like a hopeful butter knife. Shaking his head at her, he stepped away heading toward his office before her flirtations could charm him any further. Earlier after school was still on his mind. He and Punky were getting far too close to reality and actually doing it. She could barely keep her hands off of him these days.

Work called for at least a while, surely that would keep his mind off of Baby Josie. It was necessary after all this loss of precious time due to getting ready for the girl’s birthday party. Having to halt his designing a few times over the last week he had to pick and choose his family time. Tonight was one of those. The weekend would put a stop to any further work on Frisque.

Settling into his office and getting comfortable meant losing his cargo pants. T-shirt and boxers felt right at home as he fired up his twin computers, one for design, the other for research. BDSM was the topic of discussion lately with his co-designer Tessa Harper. With so many deadline issues, her help was certainly welcomed. The ideas they often emailed one another seemed right up their alley. That was pretty much the state of their communication of late. Checking email, he did find a few from the tiny yet busty blonde. “What have we here?”

Clicking on the first one he sat back as it opened up. The file had a whole slew of bondage images but what caught his eye most was that the women in it were splitting images of Tessa and Svetty. Rather than her torturing him any further over utilizing Dakota and Sable, she switched it up.

The second e-mail involved design images that stole from Serafina Black’s build and likeness. “Now how would I use Sera?” He groaned! “A character with her build would never be accepted as any slave. Sure, she switches it up but only on her terms. No way am I having my character Mark trussed up by...” He pondered Serafina Black’s full name thinking of a gaming alter ego, “ ... Willemina Coal but spelled C-O-L-E?” It was worth a grin.

“Not that she would sue me, but I better avoid her name being too close for comfort. Hmm? How about Diana Cole? Strong like Wonder Woman’s name Diana but keeping the Cole as her dark side. Yeah, that works. Diana Cole, she is!” Now he just had to figure out how to implement her into Frisque.

“Hmm? I could have Diana be a Mistress to Tessa and Svetty ... I’ll call them Squirt and Trinket.” He had a good chuckle. “I’ll run it by Tessa and see if she has any better ideas. Maybe I’ll have my character Mark buy into a BDSM club and take Emma.” Aka Piper Cherry as Emma’s template model.

“The story has to evolve slowly so maybe I’ll start out with Mark and Emma on holiday and learn of some club that they get an invite to. What’s a good name for the club?” He sat back in his swivel chair to fidget and rub his chin. He really needed to shave. “DomiNation? Using Nation as an inner meaning? That has possibilities! Although, I really should consult with Sera before designing her character. It’s the respectful thing to do.”

Tempted to call Serafina he paused at lifting his cell, just tapping the screen protector instead. Serafina was rather busy at the moment over at Cashanova tormenting poor Mace Belmont so his call would likely be ignored. Looking further at Tessa’s artwork he discovered other images of future characters based on many of the strippers at Cashanova. Bartenders included!

“Tessa is as bad as I am in swiping likenesses. It does make these new episodes feel closer to home in the personal fantasy game. After hitting Sonya and the other dancers it’s hard not to think of going back for more. Technically, there’s no reason to think I won’t after we get through this weekend.” He grinned! “Uh oh!”

Opening the last email he died laughing. Tessa had gone so far as to drawing of all people the head of Cashanova security the cross dresser LouWanda wearing only a button-down shirt that was off the shoulder in a flirtatious pose. “And there goes my erection.” Dammit! Even more as he scrolled down, she had gone overboard and unveiled Dominic Black jerking off for Henry. “Fuck you, Harper.” Still laughing!

“Kelly Herbert! Why haven’t I introduced Kelly’s likeness into Frisque? For that matter, Marie from the dentist’s office. I might as well use everybody to some degree.” As he mulled over the future of Frisque, he caught a glimpse out his office window. It being dark and rainy outside, a light turning on next door was a worthy beacon. “Darren must still be up. After Kelly sucked him dry, he’s probably feeling guilty.” Stretching his chair back, he spotted their next-door neighbor Lindsey roaming her home in the nude. All 300 plus pounds of fluffy woman. “Yep! That killed any rub offs tonight. I thought Lindsey left town. She must have changed her plans. I bet Darren is sweating over her unexpected return.”

Standing up he closed his blinds to block out his misery. “Just as well! Between my game and Punky lessons, I’m getting off way too much. Hitting Josie in the kitchen earlier I really should be tapped out.” Reseated, he closed out the emails from Tessa and just stared at the artwork he intended to further incorporate. Sighing he nudged his mouse to begin shading his character of Mark for a more realistic image. He despised characters that looked cartoony. Being as picky as he was that was a major draw to his subscribers. They too enjoyed his realistic approach.

Hearing moans filtering in from somewhere he winced and looked around. Following the echoes to a ceiling vent he realized exactly who it was. “Punky! I guess she has her homework done. Awful fast; it’s been under fifteen minutes.” Standing up and directly under the vent he listened more closely. “I should be hearing an oh daddy any minute.” He laughed knowing her incest crush following all of his lessons on how to be with boys. Caught off guard he heard a male voice in the background.

“Is she watching porn on Josie’s laptop?” Frowning over the abuse of privileges’ he gave up on Frisque for the night. Closing down shop, the longer he heard Dakota moaning he quietly left his office and headed upstairs on stealth mode. Her bedroom door wide open should have been a clue that she wanted him to watch her. Rolling his eyes he stood outside and listened.

Peeking in, the longer he stood there he saw her masturbating in front of the laptop resting on her mattress. The monitor between her legs lit up her thighs in the glare coming off of the screen. The male voice talking dirty he presumed was some well-hung actor reciting improvised dialogue to an actress. Not far off from the truth.

“I love watching you rub your pussy, Dakota.”

“Dakota?” So much for any porn actor Henry surmised. That or this one knew his daughter’s name. It deserved further study. His homework, not hers.

“I love showing off for you, Angus.”

“Ah, the infamous Angus! I should have guessed.” Henry mused rubbing his dick beneath his boxers. The dulling effects of LouWanda and Lindsey had expired. His daughter’s moans soft and sensual always did stimulate him. Now that his brain was filled with images of his wife at Dakota and Sable’s age, and realizing the thrill of Dakota’s desires, he was succumbing to his daughter’s hopefulness more often than not. Playing with her in small but extreme portions was fun even though he felt wrong about it. The incest world-building he added to his RPG Frisque was too close to home. Sharing an identical likeness to both twins only fueled that inspiration to overlook the judgment calls of right, wrong, and fuck it.

“I can’t wait to lose my virginity to you, Angus.” Dakota briskly slid her fingers across her clitoris. On the screen all she saw was a close up of Angus jerking off from chest to lap. “Closer! Scoot closer I want to see you shoot.”

“Okay!” Angus Furlong huffed, all alone at home tonight. Skyping suggested on both of their parts via texts led to this evening. “Too close?” He laughed literally sitting over his own laptops keyboard so that his balls crushed against the screen.

“Yes! I can’t see your eureka.” She meant urethra. Dakota McKellen would never be on the honor roll. Sable possibly, she was the smart twin.

Henry grinned at his daughter’s airhead moment and chose to let them have their fun. Sooner or later, they would have sex for real so there was no reason to yell at her for this. With Angus sliding back a bit he was now dead-on target as to what she wanted from him. Hearing her continually moan Henry gnashed his teeth and decided he had better move on or risk jerking off.

Slowly stepping away he decided to check on Sable. Wait! She stayed with Travis briefly. She should be home any minute now. A bathroom run in his ensuite that took longer than expected, room deodorizer screaming over the results he opted to grab a fast shower to clean up after his outcome. He laughed over a cold one thinking it should solve his Punky woes. Sure!

While Henry was preoccupied Sable made her way home from the vacant house next to the Herbert’s where she and Knox Hardecker had an unexpected encounter. Even more shocking she now knew Travis had access to the home, beating off to Ana and Chandra Mahkarti in silent fashion while Sable and Knox played in the pitch darkness right in front of Dufus Royale! Too much fun!

A glance out of her window upon arriving in her bedroom she noted Travis turning his bedroom light out for the night. Her borrowed micro bikini off Sable tossed it and like her sister snatched up Mace Belmont’s cloned birthday behemoth. Sucking roMAnCEr off had her squirming on her bed. Lights on, curtain wide! Maybe Knox was watching! Nope! Young Master Hardecker was on the phone planning out Kelly Herbert’s next great adventure around 2:00 AM. Oh, well! Sable was enjoying Mace immensely even if only in her mouth.

Towel about his waist Henry emerged from his room and realized that Sable had made it back. Like her sister Sable was in the habit of leaving her door wide open. The girls were getting way too bold these days. Lying nude with her back to him Henry explored her equally identical backside, she and Dakota having every inch in common with one another’s bodies. His erection was tubing high and tightening to the point of constriction. Time to go to bed. It was safer in his own room.

Easing away from Sable’s room knowing she was likely ready to fall fast asleep he heard a creak behind him. Eyes twitching, he turned to see Dakota standing in her doorway naked. A finger to her lips to keep him quiet she dared to step into the hallway and whisper, “Why didn’t you come inside?” Loaded question!!!

“You knew I was standing out there?”

“Of course, I did. I saw you in my mirror.”

“Done with Angus?”

“Not yet!” She took his hand and led him toward her room. “I want you to watch me cum for Angus. See if I’m doing anything wrong.”

“What?” He winced with a cocked brow.

“Come! Come!” She faintly giggled and led him quietly into her room. This time she shut her door and locked it. With the laptop facing away Angus had no clue what was going on. To prevent Furlong’s awareness, she directed Henry to the foot of her bed and stood him there. Removing his towel and palming his erection she smiled up at her father. Kneeling down she kissed the head of his dick. A sneaky flick of her tongue over his crown she stood up and whispered a command. “Don’t go anywhere.”