My older sister Bridgette is everything that I'm not. She's self-confident, witty, elegant, beautiful and effortlessly sexy. Her face and all those insane curves cause men to stare at her and walk into walls. She and her fiance are a storybook couple. They're both impossibly good looking and I'm certain their kids will be almost too beautiful to look upon. Especially their daughter who will undoubtedly be my godchild. I consider Bridge to be my best friend and while I was happy for her, I was worried about losing her too. She is, or was, our father's favorite.
My name is Lilyanne, the youngest of Patrick and Margaret Delaney's three kids. Bridgette, Patrick Jr. and me, the baby. I had just turned 19 and graduated from St. Mary's school for young ladies. Please don't ask about that extra year. I wasn't exactly a model student. Mother and Bridgette both being alumni certainly helped me survive my suspension and eventual reinstatement.
Of course Bridgette is beautiful, she looks exactly like our Mom. Picture Lady Violet, the mother on Bridgerton! But with enormous tits! I'm surprised that my jaws still close after nursing on those gorgeous melons! Mother is a force to be reckoned with. Extremely loving and doting. And, as I recall, not shy about showing her figure off to the world. Skinnydipping was expected if you joined in our impromptu after dark pool parties. All of us pale, freckled gingers. Statuesque is a reasonable adjective for them both. Mom is zaftig and a definite milf. Bridget still a curvy temptress. Me? Tall and lean, with ridiculously long legs and no breasts whatsoever. At least Mom gave me a cute little bubble butt, thank God! But she also passed along another trait from our Irish gene pool, a copper bush that resembles the Amazon jungle.
I was thought I was too young to be her maid of honor and screamed out loud when she asked me! YES,YES,YES! I adored being in on the planning and prep. Flowers, dresses, centerpieces and the rest! I was in heaven. The wedding was looming and we had just made it through the rehearsal dinner with no last minute drama. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. I especially enjoyed being allowed to drink right along with the grownups. There was a lot of kissing and crying, trust me.
When we got home and into our bed clothes, Bridgette and Mom came into my room and closed the door behind them. I was expecting maybe a talk about my drinking and a bit of salty language. Nope... none of that came up in our conversation.
"Lily, honey, now that you're 19, there's a few things you need to know about our family." Mom was using her soothing Earth Mother voice and sat on one side of me, with Bridge on the other. Each holding one of my hands. They also had a bottle of champagne and three glasses. Holy fuck, what are they about to tell me? Do NOT tell me this wedding is about to be called off!
"Babygirl, we're trying to say this in a way that doesn't frighten you. You see... I wasn't just Daddy's favorite. What was I Mom? His girlfriend? His lover?" Bridgette looked for help from Mom, as if the correct word would make it all better.
"Hmmm, maybe his daughter with benefits? To be brutally honest, you were his willing whore. As I was for Grampa." Words you never expect to hear from your mother.
My eyes were the size of ostrich eggs as Mom handed me a glass of champagne and I gulped it down.
"Lily, your father is a wonderful husband and father. He's charming and funny and dotes on all three of his beautiful children. But he is a man with a huge appetite for... cunt. I love him to death, but I just could not satisfy his insane sex drive. That man wore my poor pussy out. You see, your Daddy is a raging horny, unapologetic fuck monster. I knew he had girls on the side, thank God. Or he'd have fucked me to death." Jeezuz, why the fuck is she telling me this?
Bridgette chimed in... "So Mom asked me if I'd mind helping him stay satisfied, here at home. Well I already had a huge crush on him and I was such a horny little slut! So I said I'd like that very much." Bridge squeezed my hand and poured me a second glass of champagne. Another big gulp and it was gone.
"So you've been sleeping with Daddy! For how long? Please tell me you were at least 18! FUCK!"
"Of course she was, darling. What do you think, we're perverts? My poor pussy needed a break, really it did. I couldn't walk straight the day after a good fucking. If your sister hadn't said yes, I don't know if my marriage would have survived." I could see Mom's crystal blue eyes welling up with tears. Bridgette leaned across me and hugged her. I sat there, fucking frozen in place. When all of a sudden they KISSED, with TONGUES! GOD OH GOD OH GOD! When is this shit going to end?
They composed themselves and separated, getting back to me.
"We should probably let you know that Bridgette and I are intimate too. I know it's a bit much to take in one dose." A bit much? Am I losing my mind?
"Oh don't act like you've never watched porn, Babygirl. We know exactly what you watch online in this house. My goodness, you're certainly a naughty girl. So don't be judgmental, ok?" Jeez, Mom... can't a girl have any privacy?
"OMG, you guys! Why couldn't all this stay the well kept secret that it's been? Why tell me all this insane shit? Somebody... anybody?" I didn't want an answer, I really just wanted them to leave me alone with that bottle. Curled in a fetal ball, sucking champagne straight from the bottle and crying myself to sleep. But wait... there's MORE!
"Well Lil, Mark isn't keen about sharing me with Daddy after we're married. He's been a really good sport about it so far." That Mark and his crazy demands!
"So darling, how would you feel about being Daddy's favorite from now on?" Only a randy bisexual incestuous Irish mother could ask that question of her daughter, with a fucking twinkle in her eye!
Bridge tried to wrap it up with in a pretty package for me..."Lily, he really is the best fuck I ever had. The man lasts forever and his cock is really kind of special." Gee, I'd like to get reviews from his other whores too.
Mother chirped in..."Isn't it though? Gawd that thing is amazing! All those blue veins and that foreskin? I do love his foreskin. Didn't he ask you to step on it wearing stilletto heels? He couldn't get me to do that. I'd have crushed his cock with my fat ass!" The two of them waxing poetic about my father's genitalia.
"Oh yes, he isn't circumcised. Best that you know that before you see it for the first time. When you peel back his sheath..." My thoughtful mother, always looking out for me. I wanted to cover my burning ears and drown them out, going 'La, La, La, La...'
"Oh hell yes! It's like a flesh colored dress sock stretched over a fucking cucumber! And that cockhead! Wait till you see THAT!" Bridge shared enthusiastically. I was numb, listening to these two crazy ass bitches.
