Little Sister's Horny Passion
Maria Reenburg
I was trembling in delight as Mom sat down at the conference table in my father's office at the State Capitol building. His secretary, that whore-bitch Vanessa, was sitting across from Mom, the cunt looking arrogant like she had nothing to fear. She had her arms crossed beneath her boobs, lifting those fake tits and thrusting them out before her, her stretchy top barely constraining them. A haughty sneer curled her lips, her ebony face appearing unafraid. She hardly glanced at the thick legal document, wrapped in a blue folder, my mom had dropped on the table.
My brother loomed in the doorway, dressed like a suave stud in his suit. He had even more confidence now. Last night, he'd learned he'd bred Mom. Just thinking about it made my pussy grow wet, soaking my panties.
"Well," Vanessa said, "let's talk."
My mom had such a big smile on her face. She looked at once sexy and powerful, a high-priced lawyer in her element. She had a low-cut blouse, silk and satin-blue, that cradled her large breasts. Her dark-gray blazer framed those lush titties. Her blonde hair spilled down around her face in lush curls. Her blue eyes were bright. They were piercing.
They were powerful.
I trembled, my short skirt swaying about my thighs as I brimmed in excitement. This was it. I licked my lips, tasting Vanessa's tangy juices. She had made me eat her pussy out
again
after Dad fucked her. For the last two weeks, I had to keep doing it to lull Vanessa into complacency so we could pounce on her.
It sucked. I hated that I had to do it, but the entire time I knew Mom would destroy Vanessa. My mom would free our family from this manipulative bitch. Daddy was such an idiot for sticking his cock in her. He should have been sticking his cock in
me!
Or at least Mom.
Vanessa squirmed as Mom stared at her. I loved it. Vanessa was trying to act calm and cool, but I could see the beads of perspiration dotting her forehead. I watched her breasts rising and falling faster and faster. Her chair creaked as she shifted.
The squeak of her seat made me smile.
"Well?" Vanessa asked. "You're pissed because your daughter's got a taste for pussy? That she likes going down on my snatch."
My mom arched an eyebrow.
"Or is it that I'm fucking your husband?" Vanessa leaned over, those big, fake tits cradled on her forearms. She was showing them off. It was so obvious that she was proud of her breasts and was throwing those fake things in Mom's face.
Mom's lips twitched, a smile forming.
"Huh?" Vanessa asked. "Did you know your little girl wants to fuck him, too. That she
voluntarily
eats my pussy clean of his cum. She can't wait to get a taste of Daddy. She's a little whore for him. Great job raising her."
Mom's smile grew larger, intense. She sat there back-straight. She looked in control.
Vanessa leaned back. "Is this silent treatment supposed to scare me?" She flicked her eyes to the thick legal document. "Or that pile of bullshit you got there."
Vanessa squirmed in her chair. Her breasts jiggled.
This was so amazing. A bead of sweat ran down her dark skin. Her weave of hair swayed around her shoulders. She put on a sneer. She was posing. It was great. She glanced at her nails, pretending that she was unconcerned.
But her lower lip quivered.
"I'm not going to stop fucking your husband," she said. "He likes my pussy more than yours. Deal with it. And if you
threaten
me, I'll go to the press and show the world what your husband is. I'll destroy your family."
My mom opened the folder. "This is a non-disclosure agreement," my mom said. "Sign it, and no one will know that you were blackmailing my daughter into sex multiple times."
Vanessa snorted. "You got no proof. It'll just make the scandal that more salacious."
My mom paused. Her smile grew. "I also won't report your embezzling."
Vanessa stiffened. "What?"
My mom flipped through the document's pages. She stopped on a spreadsheet and turned her file folder around. It was a list of numbers. My mom slid down the numbers on the side, stopping at those that were highlighted. "See these numbers going into your account."
Vanessa shifted. "Just normal moving money around and--"
"My husband might be thinking with his dick," Mom said, her voice pure honey, "that he doesn't realize you were stealing from his campaign finance, but I'm not. This is prison time if I report this to the US Attorney."
"You're bluffing," Vanessa said. "You won't tell because I'll reveal the affair."
My mom shrugged. "Won't stop you from being prosecuted and going to prison. This is a lot of money. 2.3 million you've siphoned off. Quite the little nest egg you're building."
Vanessa bit her lip.
"One call," my mom said as she pulled out her phone from her purse and held it out before her, "to the US Attorney, and you are buried neck-deep in misery. I have his number right here. Darin Riker. His wife is named Missy. We get together for brunch twice a month. I have his personal number. No secretaries or anything between us. When he learns what I found... Well, he'll have fun putting you away.
"It'll look good for his career."
I quivered with excitement. Mom arched an eyebrow while a panicked look appeared on Vanessa's face. Her head tossed back and forth like she was a rabbit struggling to find a way out of the trap. She glanced from side to side. Then locked on the door.
"Sign this form, return the money, and you can walk out of here," Mom said. "No prison. Nothing. You just promise never to speak of it. You'll get your severance. You can find a new job. No one will know what you've done. You keep quiet, and this goes away.
"But if you say one word about what you've done, I will bury you." Mom's blue eyes grew icy. "I will bring the full might of the justice system upon you. I will make your life a living hell. 2.3 million. That's decades in prison. When you get out, those fake titties might be perky, but the rest of you will be ruined. You'll be fat and flabby. Your face will be worn. Your soul will be old and tired, and you will then have to start over.
"Or you can put that body to work now. Find another sap to buy that pussy of yours. I don't care. Just get your hooks out of my husband, return the money, and you can walk away."
Vanessa swallowed. "That's it?"
"Unless the idea of going to prison and eating the pussy of some bull-dyke bitch sounds appealing." Mom leaned forward. "Or maybe you like licking cunt."
Disgust swept across Vanessa's face. "Absolutely not." She sighed. "Whatever. Your husband is a boring prick. You should ditch him yourself."
Mom didn't answer. She just turned around the document and pushed it at Vanessa. Then Mom produced a gold pen from her purse. She thrust it across the table. It rolled and rattled, stopping before Vanessa. She picked it up, her dark fingers sliding over the bright surface.
"Fuck it," muttered Vanessa. "Your husband's a lousy fuck. You can have the money back."
"Oh, I've already recovered it," Mom said. "You still have my husband's name on those accounts. I've been taking steps to protect the finances. I'm a signature on his campaign, after all I have the same access you do. Or did."
Vanessa grimaced. Then she scrawled her name on the bottom. "There. Done. I won't talk. I'll quit. There are other politicians I can use. I'm fucking Peters anyways. He'll give me a job in an instant."
A surge of anger shot through me. She was cheating on my daddy? Such a wave of loathing shot through me.
"Good," Mom said. "Now, on your knees. You have to make up to my daughter, too."
"What?" Vanessa asked as my mom took back the document. She folded it up and thrust it into her large purse.
"You have to please my daughter," said Mom. "You might have dodged having a bull-dyke make you eat pussy, but I'm still a bitch. You made my daughter eat your cunt. You abused my little girl, and now you are going to pay. You can eat her cunt right now, or you can find a new form of legal problems. I
caught
you abusing her."
"But... but..."
I shuddered in delight. I pulled up my dainty, pink skirt, flashing my naughty, white panties. They were lacy and delicate, the fabric soaked with my juices. I breathed in, smelling my sweet delight. The wicked scent filled my nose.
"It's right here," I purred. "Just come lick my cunt. You know you want to eat this delicious snatch. You were such a fan of making me do it. Now it's your turn. Because I know what you are. You're a little dyke, aren't you? You're my lezzie-slut now. Get over her and eat me! Put that bitch-mouth to its proper use."
It was wonderful to say these words to her after she humiliated me. After she made me feel so terrible. It was just amazing. My juices were flowing as I marched to her, my breasts jiggling in my blouse. My nipples ached and throbbed.
"There is no way in hell I'm doing that," Vanessa said. Her face was twisted. "We had an agreement."
"Yes, we do," Mom said. "And right now, only the four of us know about it. You got one last thing to do, or this document vanishes, and I make that call to the US Attorney. Prison time, or you make my daughter feel good. You pay her back for all the humiliation you heaped on her, you fucking bitch!"
My brother moved. He flowed towards her. I shuddered as he grabbed the back of her neck. "You hurt my little sister, cunt," he snarled. There was real anger across his face. His face was stony. His blue eyes were hard. He looked like such a stud. "Make it right or else!"
A wave of lust shot through me as he pressed her down.