EroticReverie

Celeste Olivia Solstice

Brady fucks me three times before bed and once in the morning before he has one of his drivers take me home while he goes into the club, that Im apparently no longer employed at. 

It's kind of annoying how jealous I am, thinking of him at that club. Wondering if he plans on screwing any other of his employees. He said he wouldnt touch anyone else, and I believed him. That was one thing I always heard my parents say about Brady. He was loyal. Which is why they hated his ex Piper for never trusting him. I heard my father say plenty of times, that other than himself, Brady was was the most honest, and loyal moan. To his friends, his family, his girlfriends. Yet, they never stuck, because of course, it was hard to date a guy who ran sex clubs, and was around sex workers all the time. HE might be a dirty son of a bitch, a pervert, and a little depraved. But ultimately, he had morals, he was good. 

"I'm bored." I text him, even though I'm home. I could be doing anything, going somewhere. Usually when I was bored, the one thing I wanted to do, I couldnt anymore. Even though I was only scheduled three days a week at the club, I'd often go in, just to get myself fucked and cure my boredom. I was addicted to it I guess. Whenever bordeom hit, I thought about the club, the thrill and fun of it. Maybe it made me a slut to some, but I wasn't ever ashamed of it. Sure I didnt want people I knew finding out that I worked there. Especially my mother and fahter, but that's just because I knew my father would lose his shit. He'd REALLY lose it if he found out it was his best friends club. And lose it even more, if he found out Brady was now also fucking his daughter.

"What would you like me to do about it sweetheart?" He types back. I can't tell if he's offering in a sweet way, or being a playful dick about it. 

"Let me come there." I type back.

"You're fired." he says.

"There's a perfectly good hole in the wall in your office that I'm NOT fired from." I type back. 

"I need to work. I can't do that if your pretty cunt is near me." he types.

"But that pretty cunt needs to be fucked Uncle Brady." I type back. 

"You have my permission to touch it." He says. 

I grumble and frown.

"I want YOU to fuck it." I reply. 

"I did. This morning." he replies.

"quit being mean." I type. 

"Quit being a greedy bitch." He types.

"What happens if I just show up?" I type.

"Celeste. You can come over to the house when I'm done at work." He types.

"Hey Uncle Brady?" I reply. As I sit up and walk to my closet. I rip the dress off my hanger once I find it. Listening to my phone ping with his reply as I rip of my clothes and quickly slip the pink satin gown over me. The one I was wearing the last time he saw me, before yesterday. 

"Yes sweetheart?" his reply says. And it's so cute that I almost feel bad for then taking a mirror selfie, making sure the lighting is just right so he can see the nipple piercings perfectly through the fabric of the dress. Not the same nipples they were back then, i hadnt had my piercings yet. But I send the picture to him. I wait. I wait. 

My phone rings and I smirk. I swipe it to answer and lift it to my ear. 

"Something wrong?" I ask with a innocent voice. 

"Get your fucking ass to the club. Now." He says and I open my mouth to respond, but he's already ended the call. 

A second later as I go to call him back, I get a text. 

"Dont change. Wear that fucking dress." it says.

"Youre going to get it, you pretty fucking bitch." He adds. 

I smirk and then type back.

"Sorry, touching my pussy now. Maybe later." I reply.

"Don't fuck with me sweetheart." He types back. 

"Im not. Just told you, im fucking with myself. Thanks for the permission." I reply with a winky face. then shut off my phone. 

The thrill of pissing him off, has me on my bed, rubbing my fucking pussy and getting off within fucking minutes, before I roll over and go at it again, my ass in the air, the silk dress slipping up my back as I keep fucking myself, sliding fingers in and out, and then over my clit. Imagining him watching me, imagining my dad watching, imagining my mother watching them watch me. I gasp, playing out a whole fucking dirty scenario in my head. I picture Brady fucking me in front of them. Claiming my pussy while they watch. I picture him making my father a cuck as he makes my mother suck my pussy from his cock. I groan, as I imagine him bending my mother over, fucking her while her face is shoved in my pussy. I whimper. Apparently fantasy me doesnt want to share, because my mind quickly rearranges us, and im eating my mother out, while Brady buried in my ass, my dad jerking off. Then my mind switches, my dad in front of me, his cock in my mouth, brady in my pussy, my mom taking turns on my fathers cock. Her pussy, then my mouth, back and forth. then she's eating my pussy and my father and brady are both taking turns fucking my mouth. 

I cum so fucking hard, making myself shake, my body collapsing into the bed as I hold my hand over my aching pussy and start to rub my clit again. I had a fucking problem. I rub again, now picturing Brady, just Brady, how pissed he's going to be when I dont show up just to prove a point. He cant just have me whenever HE wants me. I'm fucking needy. If I want to fuck, he needs to fuck me. If i want to come there and be used, he needs to let me. Not only let me AFTER i've tempted him with the fantasy of me four years ago at my fathers birthday party. 

I pass out after my third d.i.y orgasm, falling asleep utterly fucking spent. 

I wake up maybe two hours later and I look at my phone for the time, but then remember I turned it off. Smiling to myself. Part of me wants to turn it back on and see what texts or messages wait for me from Brady. But I dont. Because I was bound to cave and go straight to him. 

I clean up in my en suite bathroom, pampering myself, shaving and doing the whole nine yards.  I spend some time doing my makeup and my hair. Then I get dressed. Deciding I have some time to kill before heading over to his house before he gets home from work.  I decide I'll go shopping for a bit, maybe buy some new lingerie to wear tonight. 

I pull on a pale  pink bra ad panty set with white accents, to match the white and soft pink houndstooth pattern of myoutfit. A cropped top made of alpaca knit fabric. The little jacket over it, is cropped too, with two gold buttons, but I leave them undone. the skirt is short and tight, but has a few inches of pleating at the bottom, that make it look really cute. The entire ensemble is the same pale pink and white houndstooth fabric. I slip a matching head band in, and play with soft waves of my hair, to get them to sit the way I want. I add some more lip gloss, then throw my phone into my purse, and slip on a pair of simple pale pink heels that go with the outfit and then make my way out of my room. 

Yes, I'm twenty one and still live at home. But living at home with my parents, it never felt like I lived with them. Not really. The mansion is huge, we have more rooms than I have fingers and toes combined. So living at home, and having an entire wing to myself, it was BASICALLY like my own house. And i lived in it, for free. Why the FUCK would I move out? Was I spoiled? Yes Was a I brat? No. Okay, maybe a little. But not really. 

I know my parents are currently home, so after I come down the stairs of the main foyer, I turn, always loving the sound of my heels clicking against the floor and echoing.

I can hear my mothers voice, my fathers laughter. Smiling to myself. They never fought. Not once. If they did, I never saw it or heard it, and they never acted like it. They were the fairytale marriage, that every little girl dreams of. My father worships the ground my mother walks on. As he should. As any man should when it comes to his wife. Just as Im turning the corner, I hear another voice. And it's too god damn late to pull back and retreat. Light green eyes lift to me from across the room, and my parents heads turn at the sound of my voice , because i was ABOUT to talk. Say something. But what was I going to say? no fucking idea. Because those light green eyes flash, when my parents heads are turned. They flick up and down my body , as my parents tell me "Look who's in town!" A wicked grin crosses his face, he gives me a "you've done fucked up Little Celeste" shake of his head and cocks his brow at me. 

The second my father begins to turn his head back to Brady, the look is gone and Brady smiles. Just like he always used to when he saw me. 

"Oh...h-hi" I say. 

"Oh hi?" My mother huffs. "Oh hi? It's been four years Celeste Olivia. Give your uncle a hug! He was asking about you!" 

His mask is perfect. He has no tells on his face, and fuck. I'm not a good liar. Okay, maybe im a decent liar, if im fucking PREPARED. but i was NOT prepared for THIS. 

"Right." I say. My father turns his face back to me. 

"Whats wrong princess, you look pale." He says with concern. I shake my head. 

"Nope, im fine. Just..." I look to Brady who is now giving me a "Get it together sweetheart" look. I blink and shake my head and pop on a smile. 

"I didnt even recognize you!" I say and then walk over and Brady is grinning, but as my parents shift, he just smiles normally and stands and holds out his arms as I walk over and wrap my arms around his neck as he wraps his around me so fucking platonically that the fact he's straight up lying to my parents in front of them, that his cum is probably still fucking inside of me, has me dripping in my fucking panties. How is he such a skilled fucking actor? 

"Oh, help me get some drinks, and some snacks." My mother says as I pull away, and Brady starts to tell me how tall i've gotten. Like I was fucking five last time he saw me. 

"It's the heels." I say and he smiles and nods. Looking at my parents as my mother tells my father to help her, and he gets up. 

"Oh, I can help." Brady offers and goes to walk towards them, and I step out of the way. 

"Nonsesne. Sit!" My mother waves her hands and Brady just nods and then watches them leave the room, their voices carrying away. 

He waits, and I stand there. He lifts his hand to his chest, turning, he pulls a pocket square out of his suit jacket and then steps to me. 

"what the hell, some warning would have be ni-"

Im cut off as he grabs my chin and he takes the pocket square and wipes the lip gloss off my lips. 

"You're lucky I dont fucking make your little fucking fantasy and reality, and bend you over right now and fuck your cunt in front of Daddy" he whispers, and I suck in a breath as his wipes my upper lip free of gloss and then shoves his pocket square away and grabs my little cropped jacket and I let out a little yelp as he pulls me to him. 

"Today is the first, and the last time, you dont follow a fucking order Celeste, do you hear me?" he growls. I swallow. Fuck, pissed off Brady was hot as fuck. 

"Or what?" I ask, but my voice is too shaky to sound as smug or smart mouthed as I want it to. 

His nostrils flare. 

"If you think I wont fuck you right here and now, you're mistaken Celeste. First that pink dress photo. Now this slutty little good girl outfit you've got on. You're smart fucking mouth, testing me, go on, keep fucking testing me, and I'll make mmy best friend watch me screw his little princess." He whispers. and I swallow hard.

"Give me that fucking mouth." He growls and then I gasp as he dips down and kisses me, my back arching slightly and then my hads grabbing his face as his hands go to my waist, grabbing it, his hands skimming over the exposed skin at my sides and gripping my sides and yanking me harder against him as my mouth pants and he bites my lip and groans, and then our tongues are in each others mouths. 

"Next time you dont listen to me, i WILL punish you. And trust me Celeste, you do NOT want me to punish you." he growls and then his hand drops from my side, the other coming behind my neck as I gasp and look up at him. 

"wh..what will you..d-do" I pant. He just smirks and slides his hand up under my skirt.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." He says and whispers as he brings his face to mine, his finger sliding into the side of my panties. I moan as he slides a finger right into me. 

"I wont fuck you. I wont finger you. I wont eat your pussy. I wont let you suck my cock. I want lay a god damn finger on you, or kiss your fucking mouth. Only good girls get that. So be a good fucking girl, and start doing what youre fucking told." He growls and I nod with a whimper. 

"how quick can you cum for me sweetheart, hmm?" he whispers. "You dont deserve to cum, but im want you to anyways, I want your fathers little princess to cum on my fucking fingers while hes in the other room....can you do that sweetheart? Can you cum for Uncle Brady?" he whispers, and im so fucking close already as his fingers keep pumping into me. 

"I can smell your sweet little cunt...let's make this room smell like his princess, cmon lets let daddy know how pretty that pussy smells when it's a wet little fucking mess" he groans and I lose it. I yelp and he grins as I grab his face, gasping, biting my lips to hold back my moan, and I feel myself squirt into my panties, down my fucking legs, im soaked, so fucking soaked. 

"b-brady" I whine.

"shhhh, just keep cumming sweetheart...cmon....make a mess, imagine daddy licking those fucking thighs clean" he groans. 

I cum harder, and he chuckles as the strangled sound of the moan i hold back, his arm wrapping around me, as his fingers slide out of me, holding me to him as I shake. Panting. 

"Now...what do you do next time I give you an order?" he whispers. 

"I ..l-isten" I say, wanting to fall into another nap as he holds me. God, that was fucking....i have no words.

"Go clean yourself up. Before your father seeing your cum soaked legs and you end up on that coffee table with me and him devouring that hot pussy while your mother watches us feast on you" he groans. 

"jesus christ" I pant. He chuckles and pats my ass. 

"Off you go." He says and kisses my temple. "But hurry back , ive missed you today" he whispers and I whimper, looking up at him. He winks and then kisses my forehead. 

Shit. Im so fucked.