Of Father and Son

As disappointed as I was to have my bottom-heavy sister taken away, it didn't really measure up to my apprehension as we went to see my father. This man, this fucking guy, he's the reason my life has been a living hell for so long. All the years of beatings and **** and neglect, they were all running through my head as we went to his room, but for the first time ever, I felt prepared. I didn't know what they'd do with a fat fucking greaseball like him, but whatever he looked like, even if he was jacked up like The Rock, I was ready to punch his lights out with my new body. I didn't care if Cuzamano saw, I just wanted to give him what he had coming, and by the time we got to his door, I was fuming.

"This is it," said Cuzamano, gripping the doorknob, "Want me to do the honors?"

I just nodded my head. I was ready. I wanted to lay this fucker out. But, as she opened the door, and I saw what was inside, I had to slow my roll.

It was another small doctor's office kinda room, with a single cot inside, but dad wasn't on it. In fact, there wasn't a man in the room at all, just some girl sitting on the cot with her knees tucked up to her chest. I turned to Cuzamano and asked "Hey, do we have the wrong room here?"

She just smiled at me, "No, that in there is your twin sister, Roberta White."

"Twin?, I don't have a twin-" and that's when I realized

Roberta

Robert

Fuck

Could this be dad?

I started to walk further into the room, to get a better look at the girl. For some reason, the first thing I noticed was her hair. Now, living with my mother, I've seen every shade of blonde dye under the son, and I could tell, this wasn't it. This girl's long, flowing hair was definitely natural blonde, which dad most definitely wasn't, so it can't be him, right? Then again, there was plenty more unnatural than just the hair. Dad was in his 50's, and this girl, well, she looked like she was my age. Like we were twins. Not that we looked anything alike, I mean, even with her in the fetal position, I could tell, this girl was stacked. She wasn't even wearing a gown, just bare-ass naked in the cot, and the way that voluptuous ass spilled out under her, the way her big F-cup tits pushed against her knees, it gave her this perfect hourglass figure.

The whole time I'd been walking up to her, she hadn't responded at all. I couldn't even tell if she'd noticed me and Cuzamano, she just kept staring blankly at the wall. I could've said something to get her attention, but I didn't. As soon as I got to her bedside, I just had this... impulse. I grabbed her by the chin, and turned her head to face me, which she made no verbal of physical effort to resist. She had a face like a model, with these perfectly sculpted, statuesque features, and big, plush lips just made to be wrapped around a cock. For some reason, she was also wearing some bright red lipstick, which seemed strange to me, and again, could have asked about that, but I went with my instincts. I pulled my thumb up from under her chin and slowly ran it over her lips to wipe the lipstick off.

Except, nothing got wiped off.

Because that wasn't lipstick.

What the fuck even was this girl.

Standing there with my thumb running over those immaculate lips, I knew I needed to go further, I wouldn't forgive myself otherwise. I pushed in against her lips, and with no resistance, she took my thumb into her mouth. Nothing about her expression or her attitude changed, but almost immediately she started to suck, like it was just subconscious. And the way she sucked on it, I mean,I'd had good head before, but the suction, and the way she teased it with her tongue, it was on a whole other level, like she was built for it. I straight into her eyes, the gorgeous, crystalline blue eyes, nothing like dad's, but in there, I could finally see it. The rest of her face may have been blank, but in those eyes, there was a desperation, a fear even. There was this sense of being trapped. Of crushing, overwhelming dread. And in all that, deep in those eyes, I could see him. I knew that, deep down, this really was dad. And I just couldn't control myself.

I whipped my hand out of their mouth, and before I even realized what I was doing, I brought it back down and slapped her in the face. Not a gentle, playful slap either, it was hard enough that there was a mark on her cheek after. As soon as I did it, I regretted it, it was crazy, I mean, this girl was my dad? What was she gonna do now? Hell, what was Cuzamano gonna do? But, as I stood there reeling, Cuzamano didn't do anything to stop me, didn't say anything. The only one to move was... Roberta, if that's what we're calling them.

Without saying a word, she just reached back over to my arm, pulled it to her, and started to suck on my thumb again. I'd just attacked this woman, and she acted like nothing happened.

Unfortunately, it didn't last much longer. After a minute or so of just standing there getting sucked, I realized there was an orderly here now, pulling my thumb out.

"Sorry to break this up," said Agent Cuzamano, "But Robbie here needs to be put under observation. And besides, you and me have some final details to discuss."