Lisa
The next night, my mom had roped me into Sunday dinner at the home of her new beau, Darrel. Since my dad died a few years back, this past year, mom had just been starting to date. And then she met him, and told me the guy was really nice, and had lost his wife, too. And now things were sounding serious, and they were even talking marriage.
What she didn't tell me was that he was a man of the cloth.
So, as we dutifully bowed our heads, and said grace over our plate of roast beef with all the trimmings, I felt a little guilty about the debauchery I'd been involved in the night before, dressed like a vampire and banging a sexy little bunny at that crazy wild Halloween bash. I just hoped my discomfort didn't show, or they'd be wondering what I was looking so guilty about. And I sure as hell wasn't about to fess up to these two.
Just as we were about to dig in, we heard the front door open and when I looked up, my jaw almost hit the table. Jennie was strolling into the room, rushing to kiss Darrel's cheek, telling him, "Sorry I'm late, Dad, but the youth group meeting went on forever tonight. Everyone was debating whether Halloween is just a fun holiday or something sinister that should be avoided. Of course, with how much I love Halloween, I just stayed out of it and refereed as best I could." Then she smiled and looked around the table, and her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open when she spotted me, sitting across from her dad, before narrowing, with a suspicious, 'What the fuck look.' Then she glanced over at my mom and her eyes flew open even wider, as it dawned on her that I had to be her daughter.
And I had a feeling we both knew our parents had been talking marriage -- so that would make us -- siblings? Oh fuck no. I just couldn't be banging my sister, no matter how hot she was. Could I?
Darrel cleared his throat, getting our attention. "Well, as long as you're here now, Nini--" then he looked over at me and said, "--don't think you've ever had a chance to meet Lisa. Lisa works in computers. And Lisa, this is my girl, Nini. She's a school teacher, who also works in our church wherever she's needed." He smiled up at her fondly. "She's such a good girl, my little Nini."
Nodding my head, I said, "Uh, nice to meet you, Nini." If only her father knew what a naughty little temptress his daughter could be. I could actually feel myself getting hard just thinking about her in that sexy bunny costume, never mind how insanely hot she looked out of it.
Wrinkling her nose at me, she said, "Only my dad calls me, that. Everyone else calls me Jennie."
"Okay," I gave her a secretive little smile. "Then it's very nice to meet you, Jennie." Although, unbeknownst to them, I'd already met every part of her that counted including those luscious lips, fantastic breasts, and her equally delectable little pussy.
Heaving a sigh, she finally smiled and said hello to my mom, then accepted the plate of roast beef she handed her, keeping her gaze off of mine, I noticed. You want to talk about awkward. Even at almost thirty, my mother would drag me out of here by the ear, if she knew I'd been going at it with this guy's daughter just the night before. But of course, there were two of us going at it on that bed, and it wasn't just me. But I had a feeling the parents wouldn't care much about the logistics of how it all happened, seeing as I still was the one between her legs.
When Jennie offered to clear the table and bring out the amazing looking lemon cake she'd baked for dessert, I followed her into the kitchen carrying a few platters off the table, letting the parents retire to the living room. Once we got in the kitchen, spinning on her heel and parking her hand on her hip, she glared at me. "Please tell me you're not Karen's daughter."
I shrugged. "Okay, I'm not Karen's daughter?"
She rolled her eyes. "How the hell can this be happening, that the girl I hooked up with last night, is not only my hot neighbor, but is also about to become my step-sister."
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