AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: A Filthy Foursome With Dad and Older Brother After Performing

SUBTITLE: A Family Incest Erotica Short Story with group sex, FFMM, mild-ddlg, praise kink, BDSM (gag, cuffs, spanking), humiliation kink, mild voyeurism, FF.

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 6700 words

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.

Inside, there are separate big stalls with sinks, mirrors, and toilets. I slip into one of them, but before I can lock the door behind me, it opens again, and I see the woman who was smiling at me while sitting next to my brother and dad.

“Hi,” she said, looking at me. “Do you mind if I come in?”

I don’t usually do that, I don’t allow people I barely know to get so close to me, but I feel the connection between us ever since we looked at each other across the room. Something about her makes me curious.

“No, I don’t,” I smile, letting her in and locking the door behind her.

With both of us inside the booth, it feels too snag. Our chests are almost touching, and my back is smack against the edge of the sink. She smells sweet and musky, like a dessert ready to be eaten.

“I’m Brie, by the way,” she says, her voice deep, her eyes dark with desire.

“Leo’s new girlfriend, I presume? Or are you Dad’s new flavor of the month?” I ask, trying to figure out what exactly she wants from me by following me in here.

“Leo…” Brie laughs.

“Don’t you think flirting with your boyfriend’s sister is wrong?” I can feel the heat of her skin against mine even though we’re not touching. The heaviness in my lower stomach is getting hotter and hotter. I can already tell what will happen between us.