This is my first time writing erotic fiction. I hope you enjoy it, as these scenarios have been floating around in my head for a while. Be aware, this series will include a variety of adult situations, including bisexuality, interracial sex, incest, group sex and other taboo subjects that not everybody may be into. If any of these subjects bother you, there's an entire site here filled with things you may prefer more. In any event, thanks for reading.
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I slept like a log. Nyla and I snuggled for a while under the covers, but eventually we both separated and fell into our normal sleep patterns. It's been a while since I slept with anybody in the same bed - like, actually sleeping - and I forgot how much heat two people can generate. Thank God I wasn't wearing any clothes.
Sometime shortly before sunrise, I woke up, and feeling the urge, went into the bathroom to take a piss and brush my teeth. I had no idea what Nyla was going to expect, but I absolutely hated kissing someone after waking up without brushing my teeth. Ick.
I wasn't more than a few minutes in the bathroom. I came out to find her sitting up in the bed, pillows propped up and her tapping on her cell phone. The covers were bunched around her waist, and I got my first truly good look at her breasts. I spent most of last night staring at her ass, after all. They were exquisite, just large enough to be noteworthy but not so large that they looked out of proportion. She had a dancer's body, sleek like a cat, and those two brown globes with their dark nipples fit her perfectly. She looked up at me, and her face softened. She didn't smile, but I could tell she wasn't the same Frost Queen I'd been subjected to since I arrived last week.
"Come," she said, patting the bed next to her. "Sit. We need to talk," she added.
Uh oh. Any time a woman tells you "we need to talk" you're probably going to have a bad time.
I sat down on the bed next to her, on top of the covers. She wrapped her arm around me and gave me a quick squeeze.
"Are you okay with what we did yesterday?" she asked me. I looked at her funny.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I retorted, and she snorted.
"Boy, I'm always okay with the things I do. You're the fragile one," she said. I didn't point out she was the one crying after sex last night. I don't have a death wish.
"I loved it, Nyla. Some of the best sex of my life. What caused the sudden change?" It was an almost complete one-eighty from where she'd been just a few days ago, and I was intensely curious.
"I told you that my biggest issue with you was that I didn't know if I could trust you. You proved yourself trustworthy yesterday. Not only did you show me that you're depraved enough to be a member of this family, you did it publicly, in front of the world. Somebody who is willing to endure that kind of thing isn't likely going to go blabbing to the papers his disapproval of his step-dad or step-family's behavior. And, like I said, it was hot as hell." She stroked my cheek with her finger, and I felt a strong desire to kiss her again. I restrained myself, just barely.
I wasn't sure why what I did suddenly made me trustworthy in her eyes. In the post-nut clarity after last night, I had to admit I was a bit mortified with how far I'd taken things yesterday. After lecturing Mom on being discreet, I'd walked around with my black bodyguard's jizz on my face for the world to see, and then fucked my step-sister in front of an enthusiastic, live studio audience. I felt like a hypocrite, and that was a feeling I hated.
That being said, I would have done it all over again to get Nyla to look at me the way she was looking at me now.
"Besides, you took the time to get to know me. I didn't make it easy for you, but you did anyway," she said. I wasn't sure what she meant.
"What do you mean? We've barely talked to each other," I said.
"There are plenty of ways to get to know somebody," she noted softly. "I don't know how you did it, but you figured out that I was an artist, and that, like any artist, I want to feel like my art is appreciated. For me, it's never about the money or the sex or any of it. All I want, all I've ever wanted, is for someone to look at my pieces and say 'this is beautiful.' I've had a hundred dudes and bitches hit on me, tell me how sexy I am, how hot I look, and I couldn't give two shits about that. That's just on the outside. My art? That's ME. That's who I REALLY am. You compliment that and that tells me you see the real me," she said passionately. "And it's by the far the quickest way to get on my good side."
I had no idea I was so insightful. I just liked the lesbian statue.
"Well, I meant it. Your work is amazing. Did you carve those statues yourself?"
She smiled at me. "I did. I may be young, but I've been working on my art for years, since I was old enough to pick up a hammer and a chisel. Now, I know I'm no Michelangelo, but I think my stuff turns out pretty well."
"What else do you do?"
"I dabble a little in oil painting, but I tend to outsource that work. Most of the paintings in the hotel - at least the ones that aren't by true old masters - I've commissioned. I give them photos or instructions on what I want, and we get the completed stuff back in a few months. Most of the photography, though, that's me. Some of it is photos taken of people frolicking around the hotel, but I do photoshoots with models, usually local girls and guys, all the time. We've got a family shoot booked for later today that I'll be supervising, when I'm not in front of the camera."
I nodded. It was about that time, and I figured Mom and Sol would want some publicity shots to go out with the engagement announcement, whenever that was done. "How are you going to be in the photos if you're behind the camera?"
"I have an assistant, duh. Lucy's got a pretty good eye." I laughed. Of course, the Terrible Trio wasn't just around for their good looks alone.
"What's the deal with those girls, anyway?" I asked. Nyla seemed willing to talk, so I thought I'd get as much info from her as I could. The girls seemed to be in her room all the time. Did they live with her? Were they a throuple? Were they Escorts like Misaki and Isabel? I was intrigued.
