Lisa
“Mmm.” I wiggled sideways onto his lap, having to lean back with my neck at an uncomfortable angle to maintain our kiss.
Daddy tugged at the waistband of my sweatpants with his left hand. “Are you wearing it?” He referred to the anal plug he’d gotten today, surprising me with the present and insisting I wear it to dinner.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He scooped his left hand under my ass and between my cheeks, pressing his fingers against the jewel-based plug. Then he tugged on it, trying to pull it free, except I clenched to keep it where it was, which was hard because of the super slick lube I’d used.
“Daddy,” I said in an urgent whisper while shooting a look in Jeff’s direction.
My older brother was still asleep, oblivious to the incestuous act happening a few feet away from him.
“He’s out
