During the following weeks I was wearing skirts and tops and lingerie all the time now around Mr. Robertson's house. I talked to Steve that I really enjoy that and got brave enough to admit to him that it is not just a cover up for his story for me any more and he adjusted himself to it. At first he was a bit sad because he wanted to be submissive so badly and me being the little girl didn't fit with him, but soon he too began to accept it out of love or out of not having any better options and he started to get even more submissive trying to be some kind of little pet for me as his lady when we were alone while acting as macho as he could when his dad was around. That worked for me fine and I even started to get off by being in my dominant role with him as my little puppy as long as I also got my manly fix from Mr. Robertson from time to time in our secret party room. Steve still didn't know that his dad and I had something going on which made it even hotter.
Today we stayed up late to watch some football game but I fell asleep during halftime. After the game was over Mr. Robertson and Steve went to bed leaving me on the big comfy couch. I had just painted my toenails and fingernails black and was wearing a checkered skirt and white top, sleeping stretched out on the couch.
I don't know what time it is but it must be way past midnight as I get shaken awake by a strong hand. Another hand is covering my mouth as I open my eyes so I won't scream out. In the dim light from the muted TV I can see Mr. Robertson's huge figure towering over me completely naked. He holds my mouth shut and with the other hand gestures me to remain silent. I nod and he removes his hand from my mouth.
"We don't want to wake up Steve, do we?" he smiles mischieviously. His huge hairy belly is looming over me as he sits there mounted on my chest. His half erect musky smelling cock twitching in front of my face.
"Have you been thinking of me Joseph?" I whisper watching his cock dangle mere inches in front of my lips.
"We're not in the party room little girl, so show some respect." he looks down at me stern and horny. My own cock twitches in my little cotton girly pants as he presses me down onto the couch,
"Yes...Yes Mr. Robertson. I will!" I say in a hushed voice. I look at his half erect dangling wet cock and instinctively open my mouth as he pushes himself forward.
"Good girl! Show big daddy how you suck dick!" he gives off a suppressed moan as his wet mushroom head parts my lips as he enters me. A salty familiar taste fills my mouth as Mr. Robertson glides his shaft in and out breathing heavily, working my mouth like a toy. I let my hand wander to my crotch, lifting my skirt, pulling down my panties and rubbing my small errect penis in rhythm with him fucking my throat.
"Shhhh! Keep quiet!" he whispers, "Or I'll have to discipline you." He moans quite a bit louder than my gurgling and gulping. Mr. Robertson seems to be extra horny and playful tonight. I haven't been over for two weeks due to my mother needing me for work at the house and for two days now Steve has needed my attention almost the whole time. I can feel how urgently Mr. Robertson needs to release himself, since he didn't even took the time to take me to the party room. I wonder what role he intends for me to play outside of our little space as he suddenly pulls back his cock from my mouth with a plopping sound.
"You little slut think it is fun to cheat on my son?" he almost spits in my face through gritted teeth in his sudden outburst of viciousness. I am taken aback and uncertain if he is serious or playing a role to get him going.
"I.....I...but Mr. Robertson...I thought...our arrangement meant....it's not cheating...is it?"
"Are we in the party room now?!" he demands with a vicious whisper.
I shake my head, wide eyed.
"Then it is cheating! I will not tolerate it that you little whore might hurt my son!" he slaps me on the cheek. It was not that hard so I think it might be all playfull and my twitching cook wants to believe that as well but on the other hand it wasn't so light either and my cheek starts to glow and pulsate now that I think of it.
"I....I won't cheat on him....I...I am sorry Mr. Robertson...I love Steve." I stutter, still uncertain where this is going. Mr. Robertson bends down bringing his huge face close to mine a mad horny twinkling in his eyes.
"You think Steve is not man enough to satisfy you? You think you need dozens of other dicks to fill your needs little slut?"
"N...no..." I gulp not sure how to end the sentence since there is some truth in it that Steve might not be enough. He has the equipment to satisfy me fully, but he just doesn't use it right in his submissive bottom boy way. "I...just need you too." I try to sooth Mr. Robertson, seeing a glint of a smile in his eyes when he hears this. "Only you too!" I repeat seeing him relax a little.
"Good!" he says. "At least you can keep your whoring within the family."
"I will Mr. Robertson. I promise!" I nod vigorously. The grin on his face broadens making me certain that this is all just an act to get him going.
"Still I will have to punish you dirty slut for breaking our arrangement so easily. Sucking of your future father in law just like that. Tz,tz,tz! Who do you think you are?" he shakes his head in mocked disbelief. It appears he is still improvising to find a roleplay he likes this evening and now that the ball is in my park I answer in a small voice picking up from his last statement.
"Family!?"
Mr Robertsons grin broadens.
"You think you are good enough to be family?"
I lick my lips, feeling all kinds of emotions creep through me.
"I...I love you like a father." I whisper, blushing, throbbing and getting tears in my eyes all at the same time. Mr. Robertson seems touched by my words and gently strokes my hair with his big meaty hand. He knows that my father is a pot smoking unemployed loser and that it is practically my mother that keeps our family going. After my last confession I can see all kinds of mixed emotions on his face as well.
"So, if I think of you as my daughter everything is ok you think?" he continues to contemplate his next move, still working out what his feelings are.
"Maybe." I answer, not sure about anything anymore either.
"So you can either be a horny slut cheating on your boyfriend or an incestuous cunt fucking your brother and father." he proceeds with his thoughts, still caressing my hair rubbing his wet cock around my mouth and cheeks.
"At least in the second case we are all complicit in the same sin!" I say giving a weak smile. He removes his hand waving a dispraising finger in front of my face smiling.