EroticReverie

Darrow Black 

I watch Dane as he leaves, I look at Dorian as he sits there with the girls head in his lap. His hand made no move to hide what he was doing. The girls breast is still exposed, and her pink tight nipple on display with her a barbell piercing. I nod. 

"Might as well see if the other matches." I say. Knowing I shouldn't do what exactly what we've tried to get Damien to stop doing. But, she's here, and we've already seen one of her breasts, why not the other? 

Dorian instead covers her up, as if he doesn't want to share her. I smirk and sit down where Dane had been, sitting in the chair with a sigh. 

"Would you like me to leave you with her?" I ask Dorian. He shakes his head. 

"She'll be up in a few hours. time is ticking." I say to him and Dorian slips the girls head from his lap as he stands, and leaves wordlessly. 

I look to the girl on the couch and then the clock on the wall and get up and go stand near the couch, looking down at her. 

We'd have to keep her awhile. There was no way we could return her with the weather as it is. My eyes looking out the window. By the time she wakes from whatever the hell Damien shot her with, we'll have a good foot on the ground with the way the snow is falling. 

Will she scream? Will she be grateful we "Saved" her? it was always a toss up with the females Damien preys on. Eventually they all calmed down. There was always the initial shock of waking up in a cabin in the woods with four grown men you didnt know surrounding you. Dahlia's female was of little help to ease their fears, because she hated every single woman we brought here, regardless of whether or not it was willingly. 

"You sure we can't just throw her into the snow? Let the bears have her?" Dahlia's voice asks and I turn my head and smile. 

"No Dear. We can not." I say and she walks over and slips in front of me, between me and the girl on the couch, her hands go to my chest and she looks up at me. 

"I don't want her staying here." She says. 

"I know Dear." I say and she slips her hands further up and behind my neck and presses her breasts to my chest through out clothes, and my hands go to her waist. 

"You think she's pretty. Just like them." She says and my eyes drift to the girl for a moment. Yes. She was very pretty. Very. Very pretty. 

"Compared to you Dahlia?" I say and look back into my daughters blue eyes, ones that matched mine, matched her mothers, her brothers. All of us with the same piercings blue silver eyes. 

"She's doesnt hold a candle to you ,my dear" I say and Dahlia pushes up on her toes and presses her lips to mine. 

"Promise?" she asks before kissing me again and I slide a hand up her back, into her long black hair, my other hand around her lower back, holding her to me as our mouths part and invite my daughters tongue into my mouth and against my own and I groan as I grow hard behind my pants. 

She bites my lip. Hard. I hiss.

"I said, PROMISE" she snips and bites my lip again and I groan.

"I promise" I growl and then pull her to the side of the room , back to the chair, I sit and she straddles me. My hands sliding down her back and up under the back of her tight black sweater and against her skin , our heads tilting one way, then other as she rocks in my lap. 

We've never gone further than this. I shouldnt have ever entertained Dahlia's incestual obsession with myself and her brothers. But I'm fifty years old, lonely, and it's been over a decade since their mothers passing, and I've not touched another woman other than my daughter. So much like her mother, the long black hair, the same nose, and chin and cheek bones, and lips that she bites so much they stay cherry red. Her breasts, big like her mothers, full and firm with her young age, only twenty years old, my youngest child.  I shouldn't allow her to share my bed when she creeps into it in the middle of the night, I shouldn't allow her kisses and touches , or her warm cunt on my lap, allowing me to feel the heat of her sex rubbing my hard dick through our clothes. But I do, I allow it, because she's beautiful, like her mother, she feels good, like her mother, she loves me, like her mother had. 

"Touch me everywhere" she pants breathlessly, kissing from my mouth to my neck and she tries to move my hands from her back to her breasts and I pull them from her. If I did more than this, I'd do more than just touch her. I'd end up inside of her. I slide my hands instead to her ass and pull her more snug against my lap and she moans as I grind up into her. 

"Augh, gross." Damien huffs, and she doesn't stop , her kisses still assualt my neck and she bites and I hiss, growling as I try to push her off my lap. 

My sons all knew. They'd all caught us in the act of making out like lovers would, plenty of times.  

"You're a real sick bitch Dahlia." Damien says as he walks over to the girl on the couch and starts to lift her. 

"You're one to talk , you hunt whores for fun." She hisses over her shoulder and I grunt, standing as she slides off my lap. 

"The only whore in here, is the one trying to fuck her dad." Damien taunts and slings the girl over his shoulder.

"Damien put her down." I growl. 

"No. I found her. I want to play with her. fuck off." Damien says and Dahlia gags as Damien walks away.

"Wanna watch Dahlia? Know how bad you wish someone in this house would throw their dick in your nasty cunt. You can pretend you're her." Damien taunts and Dahlie picks up a small glass dish and wails it at him, hitting him right in the back and he grunts and then laughs and keeps walking.

"You wish I wanted you!" Dahlia screams. 

"yeah, whatever helps you sleep sound next to dad at night while you pretend to be mom" Damien says and I yell his name as Dahlia screams and another glass bowl goes careening towards him but misses and smashes against the wall.