True Brit
Copyright© 2023 by SZENSEI
Episode 20: bRAIDING PARTY
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 20: bRAIDING PARTY - Britney Foxx loved the Art of the Bet. More often than not those bets were lost, and she paid for it with dares that almost always ended up in her being naked and sexually challenged. One day a bet went too far, and she was locked into a long-term predicament. Sure, she could renege but where was the fun in that? Losing always turned her on. BET ON THAT! ANTE UP YOU FUCKS!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Brother Sister Father Daughter Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Keith Foxx helped his friend Ellis Dupree lower and unhook his pickup truck from the tow trucks hoist. There was nothing wrong with his truck, he merely made it an excuse to help his daughter Brit keep her friend Grace overnight. Once settled Keith raised his truck hood and returned his disconnections back to normal. Firing up his truck for certainty he moved it into his driveway. Ellis, a short, gently overweight man of 37 was Keith’s first true friend since moving back to town from Vermont. His drinking buddy. Even now, he questioned the need for all of this.
“Care to explain yourself?” Ellis smirked. Keith placed his hands in his pants pockets and thought about what to say.
“Long story. Best left unsaid.”
“Come on now. What are you doing out there with Mennonites? I saw how that looker covered from neck to toe was eying you. Something going on there?”
“Nope! Just working with them for spare cash doing some barn building.”
“They have spare cash? How did you get involved with their cheap asses? I know they didn’t run any want ad for a contractor.”
“Word of mouth.”
As the two compadres bantered, they heard the front door open to the Foxx home and spotted perky young Britney make a gleeful exit. Skipping like a school kid she was wearing an overly loose drifting off the shoulder white tank top that struggled to hide her large breasts. That shirt belonged to her father. Bouncy! Bouncy! Make men pouncy! That was her motto. Black shorts finishing out her main attire were extremely tight. So tight in fact, that her ass cheeks were 50% free to pinch. Cameltoe sucked right up into her oasis. Good God almighty!
“Hi, Ellis.”
“Hey there, Tater Tot! How you been?”
“Sexy!” Her tone and flirty eyes gave Ellis the chills. She definitely had those abilities down to a science. “Up to no good!”
Brit eased up to her father and hugged him from the side. Ellis struggled to not offend Keith by looking at Brit’s nipples protruding from her top. She was one healthy hop from freeing that nipple, hell, her entire boob.
“What’s wrong with our truck Daddy?” She played coy.
“Nothing! Stupid thing started up once I got it home. Where’s your friend, Grace?”
“She’s changing. I just braided her hair. She looks incredible.”
“Don’t go too crazy.” Keith stared at Brit with an aggravated gaze. “We don’t want her to get into trouble.”
“We won’t. We can unravel and brush it out tomorrow.”
“Have you heard from your mother?”
“Not a peep. As always. It’s Saturday.”
With a pucker Ellis clasped his hands together, he needed to get the hell out of here before they noticed he had an erection. “Let’s grab a beer later.”
“Sounds good!” Keith nodded! “Meet you at Misery’s around 10:00.”
“Florida’s finest low-income pub. See you then.” Ellis departed after patting Brit on the bicep, on the bulging breast side of town. The jiggle made him cringe a bit. “Sorry!”
“Put that thing away.” Keith growled at his kid. “Show some respect.”
“Okay! Thanks for making my booby dance, Mister Dupree.”
“On that note!” Ellis turned away and never looked back. Watching him drive away Keith turned with Brit still hugging him and they casually walked toward the house. On the way there Keith tugged at her top and let that breast flop out. She knew she wasn’t in trouble. After having sex with her father, he was prone to encouraging her these days. Hell, he let her fuck a boy right in front of him. So awesome!
“Braids, huh! Like Zorro’s bullwhip dangling down to her ass?”
“Yes!” Britney giggled and lured his hand down over her front to squeeze the life out of her titty. “Too funny!” Once reaching the front door he released her and opened it for them. A slap on her ass sent her indoors first. Entering the house, they shut the door behind them and Keith kicked off his boots to avoid tracking dirt in from the farm. Brit hurried back to her bedroom to see how Emily Grace Ruuthouse was making out. Once he moved away from the door Keith headed for the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. His journey led to his favorite recliner.
“Ah! The King has hit his throne. Bring on the peasants!”
Without further waiting, Britney guided Grace out into the living room by her hand. Instantly Keith lowered his bottle to take in the sight before him. Shyly, Grace smiled at him wearing her skimpy new underwear and braids. Nothing else!
“What do you think Daddy?”
“Amazing what those dresses hide.” He stared, masking his lips with his beer bottle. “You look incredible, Miss Ruuthouse.”
Grace shivered in delight over his eyes examining every contour of her body. She wanted to open up like this ages ago but couldn’t be due to her family.
“Thank you for talking my parents into letting me stay the night.”
“No problem. None ... whatsoever!”
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” Grace quickly fidgeted, choosing to cover her chest with folded arms.
“Only my pants. They were loose up until now.” He chuckled! “I’ll live.” He suddenly heard talking and sat up straight. “Lance is home. Get her dressed before this gets any more awkward.”
Brit swiftly grabbed Grace by a pigtail and tugged her back to her bedroom. Shutting the door. Grace pouted toward Britney. “I want Lance to see me too.”
Clenching her teeth Brit softly revealed her thoughts. “Dad doesn’t know how much Lance knows. Vice versa! There could be trouble if either he or his friends let on what we do.”
Listening intently, they heard not only Lance, but his buddies Evan and Styles. Her dad was trying to get the boys to leave, bribing them with pizza and bowling. It wasn’t working this time. A knock at the bedroom door led to a testing of the doorknob. Brit’s eyes grow large because it wasn’t locked. Oops!
“Sis? Open up I need to talk to you.” Lance bellowed!
Before she said a word her father intervened. “Your sister is not feeling well. Leave her be.” He then whispered! “Monthly girl stuff.”
That did the trick. The voices trailed away. Brit smirked toward Grace. “Birth control implants only make me suffer a period once every three months. Thank God. I forgot I was supposed to spend time with Evan.”
Grace watched shadows under the door depart and puckered her lower lip. She was disappointed. Hearing the back door close loudly only made her even more fretful. Brit watched the girl’s pathetic expression and patted Grace on the arm.
“It’s probably better at this point. Things could get ugly if too many people know about this transformation. We should tread water delicately to avoid problems at home later.”
“No. I want to be like you and the other girls. As much as possible. I will take the risks of my family finding out. Besides, my mother will side with me even if I would be shunned. I know her too well. As much as she hides it, I see her own desires escape.”
Brit listened intently and began to offer her thoughts when she heard a light knock at her bedroom window. Rolling her eyes she climbed up on her mattress and shuffled backwards on her knees to reach the curtains. Parting them from the side she spotted all three boys.
Styles lifted his cell to show Brit and allow her to read it. “I can’t meet next weekend; I’ll be at my mom’s. Can I have something today?”
Once read Brit smiled and held a finger to her lips to be quiet. She then looked over at Grace whispering, “Be patient. Let me talk to them before I let them see you.” Nodding with flaring eyes and beguiling smile Grace awaited her bestie.
Motioning her out of sight led Grace to shy off into a blind corner. Once out of immediate vision Brit opened her curtains then lifted her bedroom window. Quietly, she whispered at the boys.
“Keep your voices down or dad might hear.” She looked directly at Styles. “You’re going to miss out on our fundraiser carwash? No! You can’t not be there, Master.” followed by an extended tongue.
Lance winced at Styles before muttering, “Master?” In response he shrugged with an arrogant glint in his eye toward Lance. Before more could be said between the boys Brit spoke up, “Shush! Give me a couple of hours. Dad is going for beers later with Ellis. Once he’s gone, I can sneak out. I’ll text you a lot between now and then. Go skateboard or something.” With a blown kiss at Styles and Evan, she flipped off Lance with a wink. Window lowered and curtain closed she turned her gaze toward Emily Grace.
“Trust me I have a plan. Let’s tease my dad until he gets uncomfortable enough to leave early. Then, we can run the streets. Nobody will even recognize you without your glasses and clothing.” Grace clapped her hands softly and danced in step out of joy. She was going to get to go outside into the world. Crawling from her bed Brit opened her bedroom door and eased out into the hallway. Finding her dad looking at his cellphone while plugged in beside him to charge, she softly asked, “Is it safe?”
“In this house? Never!”
“I know right. I was hoping you might help me with Grace.”
“I just got you 24 hours with her. Isn’t that enough?”
“True, but I mean let her have some experience.”
“There is not going to be any sex involved with Grace. Am I clear?”
“No, of course not. She’s still a virgin.”
“So were you a few weeks back if I recall.” He chuckled making her wrinkle her nose at her game playing and seduction of her father. That virginity was lost years ago.
“Yeah, yeah!” She rolled her eyes joined by an evil smirk. “No sex. But can she give you a hand job? It’s either that or I have Lance do it. I’m sure he’s up for it.”
“I don’t want to know about Lance and sex. I’m not sure I could handle knowing everything about both of my kids and their sex lives.” Definitely not about his neighbor Chloe. Well, possibly! Keith did notice the blonde far more than he should.
“And I certainly don’t want to admit to anything else.” She snickered! “Just know it’s all juicy.”
“Of course! I don’t really care what you do as long as you’re careful. No babies until you’re thirty.”
“Then you need to wear a rubber next time, Mister.” She whispered then stuck her tongue out at him. “I don’t want to give birth to a baby brother.”
The words cut him like a blade. He needed to straighten up concerning Britney. The thoughts made him lower his gaze and shake his head. Brit paused in that reaction to realize that she might have ruined her playtime with her father, her words were dooming her inside.
“I’m sorry daddy. That must have sounded terrible. Remember, I am on birth control.”
Keith lifted up a palm to stop her talking. “Let’s just chill out on that stuff. What you do with others is your business. Let’s just be family again. Before things get out of hand.”
“So, no more sex with boys in front of you?” Pouting softly Brit nodded! “Okay.” Aww, man!
“As far as Grace is concerned, I’ll watch her, but I am not touching. Too much of this crap is going to come back to haunt me.” In spades!
Behind Brit, Grace shuffled into view looking miserable. “Maybe I should go home.”
“No. You’re welcome here.” Keith felt lousy suddenly. “Most of this is between me and my daughter. What you two are up to just needs to not so much involve me. Like I said, I’ll watch you and offer input. Nothing more.”
Grace pulled one of her pigtails forward and whipped it around nervously. Britney decided to cheer up for the sake of her friend. “Swing it like you mean it.” then performed a seductive little dance mockery until Grace burst into laughing.
Keith rose up from his chair and carefully studied Grace. Stepping around her, he eyed her backside. He then reached up and gripped her loose braid dangling behind her. In response Grace released her other tail letting it fall to her side. Nodding, Keith reached in to claim the other tail tugging on them until her head tilted gently back at the neck.
“Like reins on a horse.” He chuckled!
Grace nervously giggled and blushed as Keith suddenly began curling them around his wrists and forearms. Gritting his teeth he changed his tune slightly.
“I always wanted to do that to a gal with long hair. Something really sexy about that.” Stunned by his admission Grace eyed Brit with a bitten lower lip.
“Daddy? Why don’t you come sit down.” Brit motioned while smiling brightly. “Take a load off.”
Releasing Grace’s locks, he growled and returned to his recliner. Once seated Brit moved behind Grace and encouraged her forward to face Keith. Standing between his knees Grace was nudged to kneel in front of Keith. The girl complied with a giddy grin.
Brit then clutched both of her pigtails and brought them forward over her shoulders to hand them back to her father. Sensing his kid’s thoughts he once again curled them around his wrists.
“Grace? Tell daddy what you want to do for him.”
The Mennonite beauty blushed and bashfully lowered her eyes. “I want to do whatever he wants me to do.”