A wave of nausea washed over Sarah as she finally put a name to the boy's shadowy figure. Chad. Lisa's Chad. Her mind reeled as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. It was all so twisted, so wrong.
Chad, his chest still bare, smiled at her, his eyes filled with adoration. "Anytime, Mrs. Peterson," he whispered.
Mrs. Peterson. The formality of the name, the way it hung in the air between them, only amplified the sickening reality of the situation.
Her mother, as if suddenly remembering where she was, glanced around the room. "I should go," she murmured, her fingers reaching for the clasps of her bra, which lay discarded on the floor alongside her discarded morals.
Sarah watched, her stomach churning, as her mother casually fastened her bra, her movements betraying no hint of shame or remorse. She then picked up her silk panties, the ones Sarah had bought her for her birthday, and slipped them on.
"Out you go, darling," she said to Chad, grabbing her silk robe from the back of the couch and wrapping it around herself. "Through the kitchen window. And Chad..." Her voice took on a warning tone. "Not a word of this to anyone. Especially not Lisa, my slutty whore daughter"
Chad, his face flushed, nodded eagerly. He grabbed his clothes, a jumbled mess on the floor, and scurried towards the kitchen, his bare feet silent against the hardwood floor.
Sarah stood there, frozen in place, her mind reeling from the images she'd just witnessed. What was she supposed to do? Who was she supposed to turn to?
Her father.
He was the one constant in her life, the one person she could always count on. He was her hero, her confidant, the one who always knew how to make things right.
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SISSY & FAMILY - 1
FantasyHe thought he was living a normal life, a good son, a devoted brother. He was wrong. Deep inside him, a hidden desire simmered, a yearning for something more, something forbidden. And when he stumbles into the world of sissy submission, his life tak...
