Note: story contains raceplay kink and racial slurs. Please do not read further if this is not your kink.
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I remember the day Daddy and Big Brother came to the orphanage.
I was 17 then. I felt unlovable. No one wanted an overweight, dark skinned, teenage black daughter. Other couples looked at me with disgust. Some wives held their husbands' hands longer, as if I would take their husbands away from them. I couldn't help it that I had a 36 DD rack and a big butt that often makes my skirt ride up. I also have a muffin top, so what man would want that? These women had no reasons to treat me so cruelly.
But Daddy, despite being white and in his 50s, saw me and his eyes lit up. He tapped Big Brother, then 20, on the shoulder. I heard him tell my future brother, "Look at her. She is perfect for our family. She is going to definitely be perfect for us forever." Paperwork was signed and bam, I came home to my new home.
Big Brother's mother, Daddy's wife, died 5 years ago. I took over all of the cleaning, cooking and "womanly" duties as soon as I came in, no questions asked. I felt so indebted to my new family that I just wanted to make sure they were happy everyday.
Today is my 21st birthday and Daddy, Big Brother, and I were celebrating. It would be my first night drinking alcohol!
"You should be able to drink a lot, considering your size," Daddy told me, as he put his hand through my dreads. I blushed. I loved it when he touched me like that. We were in the kitchen.
"Yeah, sis. You should be able to party extra hard with us tonight," Big Brother said, winking at Daddy.
First we had some vodka shots. It burned going down my throat but I felt that warm relief that made me see why people like to drink. Then Daddy opened up some champagne. He made sure I had three glasses.
The room was spinning a bit but overall, I was fine. By 2 AM I decided it was time to go to bed. As I walked to my room, Daddy and Big Brother started to follow me.
"Let us tuck you into bed, sweetheart," Daddy said. "You may be a legal, drinking adult now but you are still my little girl."I felt my legs become jello when he said that. He ran his hands back through my hair again but this time I felt myself leaking into my underwear. I hardly ever experienced this wetness before. Maybe sometimes when I watch a movie with Channing Tatum in it, but that is about it.
Daddy walked behind me as I stood by my bed.
"Pumpkin, why don't you let your Big Brother and me put your pajamas on for you," Daddy said, pulling my shirt up already. He was forceful but loving. I raised my arms up, so it would be easier for him. He took off my bra.
"Spread your legs apart, sweetheart. Brother needs to help you with your bottoms."
I spread my legs wide, as Brother pulled my pants and my underwear down. He saw the wet spot on my panties. "Daddy, this black slut is ready," he said as Daddy groped my big brown, hard nipples.
Daddy started sucking on my tits. I felt helpless as Big Brother put his fingers, first one then two until finally three in my black pussy. I was dripping down my thigh.
Daddy stopped sucking my nipples, grabbed my head and looked me right in the eyes.
"Listen you fat black whore," Daddy spoke with a harshness I never heard before but it made me moan. He then grabbed my dreads and pulled me on the bed. "We adopted you because we wanted to fuck your fat black ass once you became fully legal. We could have done it at 18, but we wanted to get you drunk first. You are going to call me White Daddy now, you got it, nigger slut?" He slapped my face. I moaned and squirted all over my Big Brother's fingers.
"You see this Dad?" Big Brother said, "This black whore likes being called a nigger."
Brother took his fingers out of my sopping wet pussy. Then he unzipped his pants. White Daddy forced my head down to Big Brother's dick.
