All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.
Flora was grumpy the day that Louise and I headed out. Aunt Maggie and Glad were coming out the next day, so she would have some time alone at home. The morning she found this out, she wasn't nearly as sanguine about me leaving as she had been. Her face was twisted up and got glassy eyed when she told me, and fucking her didn't placate her.
Her demeanor certainly didn't put a damper on our fucking. Multiple times a day I would cum inside her. We would scream and twitch and sweat together. It would be in her pussy or mouth. Flora had increasingly hinted that she wanted it in her ass. Each time I was behind her I would finger her butt. Now that we did it with lube, I could make her have an anal orgasm every time. I had never heard of it before her and thought maybe she was imagining it, as absurd as that sounds. So I looked it up. But apparently anal orgasms a thing. I wouldn't have known. The one time had fucked a girl in the ass, she clearly wasn't enjoying it. Likewise, I had never received. God forbid.
But when I came in her pussy, she licked my cock clean like a good girl every time. She was hungry for my cum and always wanted it inside her. By the day Louise and I were ready to go, I had fucked Flora more times than I had fucked any other girl. Except Glad. Shit. Glad coming after I was gone was a small mercy, but I was afraid of what it would be like when Louise and I came back. We hadn't spoken since she had been taken home after our taboo relationship. We never thought it would get out. In hindsight, we were fools. If I hadn't confessed to Dad...
Flora wasn't just a fuck toy for me. Sure, she was a little slut, but it was an act of devotion. Being a dirty slut to her meant being willing to do anything, but only for me. When we had started she was tepid about being called a slut, but by this time she had leaned into it. She liked "sister slut" even better. Even with all that perversion, our relationship was wholesome. I watched Steven Universe and Adventure Time with her, never letting on that I didn't care for either. I let her in my bed when there was more thunder. Of course we would fuck every time she did. But I listened to her drama with her friends online, her fanfic ideas, and her little insecurities that she couldn't tell anyone else. Not that it bothered me. Taking care of her was a pleasure, and it was simple, since it was what I did before I left.
She was an afterthought with Mom and Dad, an "oops baby." What a shitty way of saying unwanted and unloved. Louise could be married off to another trainwreck rich family, just like a fairy tale. I was there to follow in Dad's footsteps. Flora was... extra, in both senses of the word. She was unneeded, but also more emotional, more needy, than the rest of us. Not like Mom and Dad cared.
The morning of that day, I surprised her by getting in bed with her and cuddling. Of course getting close to her could only end one way, and soon I was pulling her panties, the cute ones with manga-style capybaras, over her fat ass and breathing in her exquisite, overnight aroma. Then pounding my cock into her, making her wail and leak. I left her sweat soaked and oozing with my jizz.
A few nights before, I was in the garage, checking up on the cars with Louise. Louise had insisted that we take the cheapest car we owned, a BMW luxury sedan. She was there with me even though she knew nothing about cars. The hood was popped and I was checking every detail I knew how to check. Truly Byron kept them in top shape, and took them to our mechanic regularly, so even the smallest problem would be an anomaly. He came out to the garage while we were there, and stopped short at the stairs leading down from the entrance. "Hello there, Mr. Trip, Miss Louise." Though Louise was never rude or hostile to them, much of the help didn't like her because her escapades made their jobs harder. I never mentioned how much Mr. Bertrand, our attorney, despised her. Byron clearly had more to say, and the way he was eyeing Louise, I knew it wasn't for her ears. He watched us for a moment and left.
I caught up with him a few hours later in the same garage. "You good, Byron?" I asked him. The glowing foot of the cigar illuminated his dark face and the bill of his newsboy cap.
"I reckon I'm doing as good as can be expected, Mr. Trip," he smiled, smoke trailing from his mouth.
"But?"
"Mr. Trip, I will try to say this to you as delicately as I can. I'm concerned about your outing with Miss Louise."
"Come on, Byron. We'll be fine. I appreciate you thinking of us, though," I added hastily.
"Who's gonna drive?" He asked. Byron would never have questioned something like this with Mom or Dad. It took a lot of trust to pierce his sense of etiquette.
"I haven't thought of it. This is Louse's show, so I guess she will."
"Sir, Miss Louise has three DUIs. I have no concerns about a Tremblay dealing with the law, but I don't want you to put yourself in danger. She's no cautious driver even when she's sober, if you'll forgive me for saying. Atlanta is just six hours from here, it's a simple matter for me to drive you and return." His eyes shined with concern, magnified by his glasses.
I knew twelve hours of driving would be uncomfortable for Byron. He wasn't as young as he used to be. His pride wouldn't let anyone tell him that, though. "We want the car for the time we're there."
"That's no problem at all, Mr. Trip. I can take a rental car back and return for you," he said. I wished he would just leave it alone, but I wouldn't order him to do anything. I wasn't Dad.
I sighed, "No offense, Byron, but we want some privacy."
"All our cars have partitions Mr. Trip,"
and you know that
was left unsaid. "I don't need to see or hear anything." God, the things the household staff of rich ghouls like us must see. Anyone who grew up with money knows that discretion is at the top of the list for men like Byron, even above his skill as a driver.
"Byron..." I couldn't keep the annoyance out of my voice.
"Mr. Trip, the choice is yours, of course." There was more unsaid
you'd be a fool not to listen to me.
In the end it was Louise and I, without Byron, who ended up making the trip. That morning, we showed our cosplay to Flora. The spiky blonde wig was itchy and the sword was absurdly awkward, even made of foam. We were in Louise's room and it took a while to put on. She was quite tickled. "You look so handsome, Trip," she squealed.
"And I look like shit?" Louise snarked.
"Sorry, Louise, you look-" I cut her off like always, slapping her jiggling ass. She yelped. "I mean," her breath was hard, "You look great too. It's a really good likeness." She looked up at me with a weak smile.
Louise had started to roll her eyes, but they went wide and suspicious when I spanked Flora. "I hope you guys have fun, sorry if I was mean-"
Another spank on her butt. "Possum, stop. Don't worry about it."
"But you'll text me, right?" She said.
"Of course I will, jeez. Relax, it's only for a few days."
"Sor- I mean, ok Trip. I understand. Thank you."
"It's like you're his dog. Or bitch," Louise said. "We're not going off to war."
"Louise, be nice," I admonished.
"Yes, Daddy," she said.
