3 - Grey
Why am I talking on the phone with Emily again? Seriously, that was Fiona's job. You had one job, Fiona! My job was to fill Fiona the fuck up, which I'd been trying to do for a few minutes until my sister kept calling and interrupting us, and...
I mean, Fiona's full now, her tight pussy completely stuffed with my cum, so... good job to me?
I'm fucked up, aren't I? Look, there's more to my relationship with Fiona than just sex, but sometimes you need to get the sex parts out of the way so you can get to the rest. Uh, fuck, I meant... it's not like it's a chore. Having sex with Fiona is literal heaven, except then every time we do it I feel like I'm going to Hell after.
Not a deep and resounding feeling of doom or anything. No, just a few nagging thoughts. It's like, yeah, Grey, why are you fucking the shit out of your sister's best friend? She's eighteen and you're thirty, so that's kind of a big age gap. And she calls you Daddy for fuck's sake! What the hell, man?
It's not just sex, though. Fiona and I go to yoga together, and she helps me out at home. We cuddle and watch movies. We talk a lot. She hasn't really had the best home life growing up, so I want to make sure she's happy and safe. I also want her to make something of herself.
She doesn't have to. I'm not pressuring her into shit here. That's what she wants to do, so I want to help her do it. I'm not here to brag, but if I'm being honest I could support myself, Fiona, and even give Emily whatever money she needs, and we'd all be fine for the rest of our lives. My parents left me everything, which included the house and their business, and I've done my best to grow it into something amazing. I really think they'd be proud of me.
Except maybe not considering this whole fucking the shit out of Emily's best friend thing. I don't know if they'd be proud of that one. Hey, nobody's perfect, alright?
Anyways, after filling Fiona the fuck up with my cum and making sure she got hers, I'm somehow on the phone with my sister.
Fiona's cuddling with me, too. Naked. We're both naked. I feel like I should put some clothes on, but Fiona's a literal cuddlebug after sex and I kind of love it, so not only can I not get up and get dressed right now, but I don't want to.
"So, uh, how's college?" I ask. Keep it safe. Stick to the basics, Grey.
"What are you doing to Fiona?" Emily asks, glaring at me through the phone.
I don't know how I know she's glaring at me, but she's my sister. Trust me when I say she's glaring at me. I know all about these things.
"To what are you referring?" I ask. Belatedly, I realize, uh... who the fuck even says something like that?
"She sounded upset," Emily says, this time narrowing her eyes at me. "I know work is stressful sometimes and you get in a grumpy mood, but don't take it out on Fiona, Grey! Don't be mean to her!"
When my sister calls me Grey instead of Daddy, you know she's serious. Also, what the fuck? I wasn't even being mean to Fiona. I was being so fucking nice, pun intended. I mean, I may have spanked her here and there, but sometimes she's a naughty girl and, let's be honest, she enjoys it.
I enjoy doing it too, but that's beside the point.
"Look," I say, being straight with her. "I wasn't being mean to Fiona. She was just, uh..."
Think, Grey. What was she doing besides moaning and clenching against your cock before cumming hard?
"Uh huh?" Emily asks, completely doubting everything I say. We're supposed to be family, Emily. I can't even believe this. You doubt your own brother? Wow.
"She was practicing her splits," I say. There we go! It's not entirely a lie, right? Her legs were spread pretty far, so... "Yeah, I was in the kitchen putting groceries away and Fiona was practicing her splits. She's getting good at it. Some real intense shit right there, and--"
"Daddy!" Emily says. "Language!"
Holy shit, my sister, the proper fucking language police over here. If she knew some of the things her best friend's said when my cock's deep inside her, or about to be inside her, or when she wants it inside her, I really don't think she'd start with me on this one. Or she still would. Fiona and I should probably tell Emily what's up sooner rather than later, it's just, uh...
How do I even begin to explain this to my little sister? I never meant for this to happen, it just sort of did, and I'm real fucking glad it did, but...
"Anyways, what's up, twerp?" I ask. Yeah, keeping it cool over here. "You good? College going well? When are you coming back home to visit?"
"Actually!" Emily says, practically squealing the word. "You know Valentine's Day is soon, right? Do you have a date?"
"What, me, uh?" I say, and then I follow up with my great standby question of, "To what are you referring?"
Seriously, what the fuck am I doing here?
"I would say it'd be fun if you and Fiona went out for a nice dinner, but I'm stealing her away!" Emily says, giggling. "That's what I called about. There's a frat here that's hosting a Valentine's Day single's party."
"A frat?" I ask, immediately feeling an emotion I don't know how to explain.
Let's try, though. Here's the explanation. My sister wants to go to a frat party. For Valentine's Day. It's for people who are single. Every dude there is going to be single. With my sister. And on top of that she wants Fiona to go?
Are you fucking with me? Why is this a thing that's happening? What did I do to deserve this?
This is my punishment for fucking my little sister's best friend behind her back, isn't it?
Holy fucking shit...
"It's a very established and dignified fraternity house," Emily adds, gushing about this party she's apparently going to without my permission. Seriously, doesn't she have to ask me if she can go to shit like this? I think she does.. "It's the Sigma Epsilon Chi frat. I know Fiona doesn't go to college here, but no one will know. I figured if you were going to be in the area for work, she could come with you and then Fiona and I could go together? That would actually be really great, too, because, so... I'm not saying we're going to drink, so don't go all parental mode on me here, but if something happens it would be really great to have someone we trust that we can call to come help us out, you know?"
Now she wants my help? Since I'm her legal guardian, can't I ground her or something? Yeah, she's in college, but so what? That's helping, right? There's your help, Emily. No. No fucking way. You're grounded. Go study or something. Fuck Valentine's Day!
No. Shit. Don't... don't fuck on Valentine's Day. Don't fuck at all!
Yes, I'm a huge fucking hypocrite. Sorry? I'm older and more mature or something so it's fine. It's different. Maybe.
"Wait, did you say Sigma Epsilon Chi?" I ask, putting a few things together. Emily's all crickets on the other end of the phone. "Uh... S.E.X., Emily? Really? What kind of frat is this?"
"It's... it's just a joke, Daddy," Emily says, going on the defensive. "You know how guys are. It's not serious. The college makes them put S.E.C. on their official notices and on the frat house door, but they always spell it with an X for the parties and stuff. It's not, um..."
"So," I say, interrupting her. "Let me guess. This is something like... let me give this a shot. The Valentine's Day Single's Sigma Epsilon Chi Party? Seriously, Emily? The Valentine's Day Single's S.E.X. Party?"
"Wow, you got it right on the first try," my little sister says, somehow impressed. "Huh!"
I know how the fuck college works, Emily. I've seen some shit you wouldn't even believe.
"I'm not letting my little sister go to a sex party," I tell her. "No fucking way."
"Daddy!" she whines. "It's not a sex party! It's just a joke. I can send you the email about it. The one for parents. It's actually for a great cause."
Yeah, sure. What the fuck bullshit is that? A Valentine's Day single's sex party for the environment! To feed the homeless! For literacy or something?
The email they send out to parents is probably one-hundred percent bullshit, too. I know how this works, little sister of mine.
And... no. No fucking way am I buying that. I don't believe it. And I tell my sister that. Not in as many words. Why use a lot when you can use one?
"No."
"Hmph!" she harrumphs at me. Probably would cross her arms over her chest and glare except she can't since she's holding her phone. Maybe she does it one handed. "Let me talk to Fiona again. Ugh! You're so--"
I don't really fucking care what I'm "so--" right now. I'm so fucking over Emily's shit, that's what I'm "so--."
Also, there's no fucking way I'm letting Fiona go to some college frat party. Because I'm a greedy asshole, that's why. Yes, at one point I thought she should probably go date some guys her own age, and... technically speaking if it wasn't Fiona we're talking about I might still think that's true. I don't think I'm good for her, even if it feels so fucking good to be with her.
I don't want my sister to be single forever, either. I want some nieces and nephews some day. I'm not really looking forward to doing that whole "What are your intentions with my little sister?" thing that our dad would have had to do. Or I am looking forward to it, but Emily won't. This guy better be a fucking saint if he wants to date my sister. I know what kids your age think about, buddy. Don't even fucking think about it with my sister, though! She's...
I don't know. Emily's not an idiot or anything. I doubt she'd fall for some shitty dude's shitty pickup lines. She's probably fine.
That doesn't mean I want Fiona going to some frat sex party, though.
I'm all for Emily's first suggestion: Fiona and I going out for a nice Valentine's Day dinner. Why don't we do that one? Sounds real fucking good to me, so...
"Yup," Fiona says, nodding into the phone. "Uh huh. Yes. I'll... I'll try? Yup!"
None of this sounds good. I don't like it.