Douglas of Lavender Town

“A couple groupies huh?” he says leaning in the doorway. He grabs Daisy, kissing her without any warning. “So we going inside or doing it here?” he looks between us, unzipping his jacket revealing it to be the only piece of clothing covering his sculpted torso.

“Um, I wait, um,” Daisy is still reeling from the sudden change of plans.

You step up to Daisy’s side pulling her a step back away from Douglas, “We’re not actually groupies.” Douglas stares at the two of you, your eyes are drawn down towards his abs peeking through the gap in his open jacket.

“So what’s this all about?” Douglas flips his hood up, the maroon fabric covering his raven hair that matches Daisy’s.

“I, I, I’m your, um,” Daisy starts mumbling.

“We think Daisy, here, is your sister,” you step in to help.

“Nope, I’m an only child,” Douglas moves to close the door in our face.

Daisy surprisingly acts stopping the door, “Are you sure? Do you know your father? He wasn’t listed on your bio.”

His face contorts in confusion for a second. “My dad? I never met him.” You can see him checking out Daisy despite the two of you telling him they might be related.

“Do you know anything about him? Or maybe your mom knows?” Daisy finally finds her voice.

“Mom doesn’t like talking about him. But she told me his name once,” Douglas says still leaning against the door frame.

You and Daisy stare at him, waiting for him to continue. To tell you his father’s name, and by extension Daisy’s father’s name. But he just stands there, staring at Daisy’s chest. “Um and what is his name?” you finally ask breaking the awkward, and sexually charged silence.

Douglas lost his staring contest with Daisy’s breasts in order to look at you. “Hmmm,” he says, “Oh, my dad’s name?” You just slowly nod, you start to wonder if he’s an idiot. “His name is,” Daisy grabs your hand squeezing it tight, “Taw-wait, What’s in it for me?” Ahhhh! He was so close.

“What do you want?” you ask, slightly afraid of his answer. He breaks eye contact with you, looking back at Daisy. Ew, doesn’t he understand that they’re brother and sister?

“I’ll give you his name to sleep with you,” he says pointing at Daisy.

“But we’re siblings,” Daisy squeezes your hand.

“But my mom isn’t your mom. So that makes you my step-sister, so it’s all okay,” he says stepping closer to Daisy. Oh god, he is definitely an idiot.

“Um actually, that makes you half-siblings and not okay,” you correct the beautiful idiot.

“Half, step, what’s the difference?” he reaches out brushing Daisy’s hair behind her ear.

“The difference is that half-siblings are still related,” you repeat hating that you have to explain this to a fully grown man.

“Fine, fine, just a bj then?” Douglas negotiates.

“Come on Daisy, we’ll get the info some other way,” you move trying to pull her with you. But she resists stopping your retreat.

“This is the closest I’ve ever been, I can’t just leave,” she whispers so that her brother can’t hear.

“What if I sleep with you instead?” you ask trying to help. Daisy looks shocked.

“Ha, but you’re a trainer,” Douglas surprisingly deducts, “So I could get that from just beating you.” You gulp realizing that he’s right. You know from the slideshow in Saffron that he’s beat at least 4 gym leaders. “But you’re not bad looking, what if you just travel with me until the League?” you shiver thinking about traveling with Douglas for months, drawing comparisons to Blue and Zoe’s relationship.

“A day,” you counteroffer, your hand moving to cover your tattoo.

“A month.”

You sneer, “A week.” You can’t believe this is even on the table. But you know how much this means to Daisy, and she’s been nothing but nice to you. You play with the amber necklace she gave you.

“STOP!” Daisy stomps. “Amber, thank you for trying to protect me, but I can’t let you do that for me. This is my battle. One blowjob that’s it,” she says standing tall between you and Douglas.

“Deal,” Douglas says already undoing his pants.

“Are you sure?” you whisper holding onto Daisy’s arm for a second.

“I’ll be fine,” she pats you on the shoulder before turning back to Douglas. Kneeling on the ground, and reaching out to wrap her dainty fingers around his stiffening cock. You stand on the sideline, as Daisy strokes his dick to life. She leans forward licking along the underside of his shaft. You start to feel your own arousal grow as you watch Daisy engulf Douglas’ cock.

Daisy’s lips are wrapped around his cock, and you think back to last night where that same pair of lips suckled at your breast and sucked your boyfriend’s cock. Now here she is sucking off a man who looks exactly like Blue with black hair. Douglas puts his hands on his hips, pushing his open jacket aside putting his abs on full display. Staring at his abs, you feel slightly jealous of Daisy. You imagine yourself in her place, your mouth full of cock, able to easily reach up and run your hands across the washboard above you.

Daisy pushes herself, her gagging noises turning you on. Douglas moves his hand to Daisy’s head, clenching his fist in her matching hair. He takes control, shoving his cock further and further into Daisy’s mouth. Daisy looks stunning, and your jealousy shifts the other way. You want Daisy between your legs, once again.

Douglas looks to be getting close, as he continues fucking his sister’s face. He groans pushing Daisy’s head down, burying his entire member in her throat. He holds her as his body shivers, Daisy’s body obviously fighting against the intrusion. With his orgasm over, and his load on its way to Daisy’s gut, he releases his hold. “Doogie, dinner’s ready,” a feminine voice calls from within the house.

“Coming mom,” he says pulling up his pants. He turns to leave, Daisy still catching her breath. You reach out and grab the arm of his jacket.

“The name,” you say holding onto the maroon fabric.

“Oh, yea. I almost forgot,” he looks down at Daisy. “My dad’s name is Tom Ketchum. That’s all I know, except that my mom said I’d be better off not looking for him.” He leaves, slamming the door behind him. You reach into your bag and hand Daisy a bottle of water.

She chugs the water. “I did it. I learned my dad’s name. Tom Ketchum.” You help Daisy up, and the two of you go get something to eat. She is already searching her dad’s name on her phone. “He was obviously registered as a trainer. It says he only had 4 badges, and then the records just drop off. No current address. This is strange, it’s like after beating the Celadon Gym he just became a ghost. But there’s also no **** record, so he’s still out there.” She takes a bite of her dinner, still staring at her phone looking for any new information she can gather about her father.