A Filthy Foursome With Dad and Older Brother After Performing
T. A. BEAU
A Filthy Foursome With Dad and Older Brother After Performing
T. A. BEAU
A Family Incest Erotica Short Story with group sex, FFMM, mild-ddlg, praise kink, BDSM (gag, cuffs, spanking), humiliation kink, mild voyeurism, FF.
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WORD COUNT: 6700 words
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I stand on the stage, feeling comfortable under the bright lights. They make my skin feel warm, but I’m also not wearing much, so it doesn’t bother me. I’m in my element; singing a cover of a popular jazz tune, backed up by a cellist and drummer. It’s sexy, sultry, and evocative, and I make sure to run a hand all over my body to bring out the lyrics of the song.
I look at the front tables, trying to meet people’s eyes. If they feel like I’m singing to them and think I find them attractive, they usually give me more tips, and that’s another thing I like, even if I’m not short on money.
When I meet their eyes, both men and women look at me with longing, as if the words are some sort of promise to them, one that I never plan to fulfill.
My eyes move to the VIP booth in the corner of the room. Usually, the drapes at the entrance are closed for privacy, but today, they are wide open, and I can see Dad and my older brother, Leo, inside with a woman I don’t recognize. Dad owns this hotel.
The men are discussing something, leaning towards each other over the table, while the woman looks at me, not moving her eyes away even for a moment.
At first, I think my outfit might be what’s pulling her attention to me—it’s short, with open arms and chest, covered with bright jewels that reflect under the lights. But the longer I look at her, the more I realize she’s not interested in my clothes. She’s interested in me.
The fire in my eyes matches hers. She’s about my age, red-haired and curvy, with her breasts almost spilling out of her low-cut black dress. She’s attractive, I can’t deny that. The song continues as our eyes meet again, a smile spreading on her full lips. I notice a necklace on her. It looks like it sits just a little too tight on her neck. I can even imagine the sensation of it pressing into her skin, making her feel like she can’t quite take a deep breath.
The song ends and I hear loud applause. The ovation, as always, sends chills down my spine. I would’ve enjoyed singing even without the audience, but it feels so much better to know that the crowd appreciates my talent. I gracefully accept the applause and thank my listeners for being there for me. Then, I drink water to perch my throat and walk down the stage. Dad gestures for me to join them. I nod towards the ladies’ room, holding up one finger. I want to make sure that I still look good before walking to the booth.