Thansgiving Vibrator Confessions

Stepbrother controlled my wearable vibrator during Thanksgiving Dinner (Part 1) [F24/M18] [Age Gap] [Brother-Sister] [Siblings] [Taboo] [Fiction]

The Diary of Lacey LLoyd - Log 2

11/28/2024

"Hey loser," I called to Danny from outside his room. He was startled nearly to the point of tipping out his gaming chair before finally catching himself. He turned to face me in my Thanksgiving outfit I was preparing to greet everyone one in.

"That's what you're wearing?"

"What, you don't like it?" I held up my arms in my loose knit white sweater, examining myself. My black bra was slightly visible through the sweater, and the neon pink yoga pants gracefully hugged the curves of my hips and showed the perfect outline of my ass, which my ex used to call the most fuckable cake he'd ever had. Shit, he'll still text me constantly asking to fuck my asshole just one more time.

To complete the outfit was my favorite pair of fuzzy socks. I can't be bothered to "dress up" for Thanksgiving when the day itself calls for maximum coziness.

"You look comfortable, but I don't know isn't it a little distracting?"

"How so?" I turned my back toward him and arched it so that my butt was more accentuated. "Is it my ass? You think your dad might want to fuck me more than he likes my mom's pussy."

"...l," he was clearly stunned by my brazen and lewd references toward my own mother.

"You know, one time my mom brought home this guy from a date and slept with him. But then when he came out to piss in the middle of the night, I told him my pussy was better and that he should try it if he didn't believe me. He had that same stupid look on your face, not sure of what to do, or if I was being serious. It wasn't until I backed my dripping pussy onto his hard piss-tipped cock that he took me seriously."

Danny started to look uncomfortable at this point, and almost a little sad. It was as if it hurt him to hear about my sexual past. Perhaps he doesn't like the idea of strangers filling my pussy with their cum.

"Why are you telling me this?" He asked with a whimper. It was obvious he wanted me for himself. Maybe even more, did he like me? Was my telling him this actually making him sad?

"My point is Danny, that after he came in me from behind after only a few strokes, he said that it was hands down the best pussy he had ever had. Mind you, he was just finished fucking my mom a minutes before. So ultimately what I was asking, is if you think your dad would prefer me too."

He eyed me with disgust and turned in shame because he already knew that he had seen his dad look at me in a sexual manner before.

"So...the outfit?"

"Well comfort is the priority, Danny. But, if it pisses my mom off because she caught your father fantasizing about sex with me, then great."

"You don't get along well with her, do you? Is it your goal to sabotage them or something?"

I shied my eyes away at the first genuine question someone had asked me in lord knows how long. As if someone finally cared about my view on something personal, rather than how good I can make their penis feel.

"Well, to be honest, no I don't get along with my mother in the slightest. I'm not sure if you know, but my dad actually killed himself after my mom's first affair."

"I had no idea...," Danny's face was in pure horror.

"My mother would never take an ounce of responsibility for any of it, call him an unstable alcoholic; that it was a long time in the making and ultimately inevitable. I say she's just a heartless cunt who doesn't care about anyone but herself."

After a moment of silence I glided over to Danny's side in my slick fuzzy socks and poked him hard on the shoulder like a pesky older sister would, "Hey! I have an idea."

"Huh?"

I pulled out a tiny remote with a series of buttons, and also a small string of black beads. I held them up in Danny's face, "I'm going to put these beads in my vagina before going down to greet everyone for dinner, and I want you to play with me by using this remote."

"You want me to..."

"I want to you control this vibrator in my pussy Danny. Here, take this." I placed the remote in his hand and demonstrated how each button changes the speed and pattern of vibration. Danny's face went flush, unsure of how to react, but brimming with the lurking sensation of overjoyed excitement. After I showed him how to use the remote, I bent over his lap and pulled down my yoga pants to reveal my ass and pussy right in his face, handing him the beads.

Danny looked around awkwardly before asking, "So should I just put them in?"

"Do you want to finger me first and get it wet? It'll go in easier that way."

"I..."

"You had no issue masturbating to me in the mirror the other day. Are you going to make your big sister beg?"

"You know, we're not technically related yet, the wedding isn't until next year."

"Then I guess that means we have some time little bro. Now put these beads in my cunt." He took the string and playfully rubbed one around the crest of my labia, spreading the juices over each bulb of the vibrator and plunging one at a time in my warm and saturated opening. After they were all in, he powered them on with a switch on the remote that instantly set me off, nearly cumming in his lap. "It seems like you're getting hang of it," I said with an exhausted smile. I could feel his hard dick on my stomach as I slowly raised back up and pulled my pants back over my butt, snapping them on my waist.

"What if people notice?" Danny asked with concern written on his face.

"That's the fun Danny! Now, I'll see you down there." As I turned to walk out of his room and make my way downstairs, he triggered the lowest setting on the vibrator, enabling a wave of quivering pleasure that forced me to brace against the doorway while my knees buckled. I couldn't help but let out a light moan. I glanced at him once more as I turned the corner to exit, "you don't have to say anything...but I think like you too."

As I made my way downstairs into the group of strangers (mostly Danny and his dad's family), I could feel the vibrator flutter playfully inside of me. I looked at Danny smirking at me from the top of the stairs. I pointed my index finger over my lips to signal a "hush," and that of course, we should try to be discreet about fun we were going to have tonight.

To be continued...