Take the girl

As you watch your father have his way with the blonde, you can't help but want her...and with the priority you seem to be getting, you should be able to play with her without Greg being involved at all. You decide it's time to assert your dominance, Oedipus-style.

Knocking lightly on the door, you swing it open, giving your father a nod. "Hey, Dad. How's it going?"

Looking up from the teen's body, he nods back to you. "Oh, hey, John. I'm pretty good, but I'm a little busy right now. Can I help you?"

"No, but she can," you say, pointing to the girl. "Mind if I take your toy for a while?"

He sighs with a light roll of his eyes before lifting her off his lap and gives her a light shove towards you. "Go on, then." He gets up and makes for the door, his hard cock still hanging from his fly. "Is your mother down by the pool?"

"Yep. Have fun," you reply, before turning to the teenager. She stands in front of you, arms behind her back as she waits for your command. Testing her patience a bit, you simply stand there and look at her with a devious smile. In response, she simply smiles back, saying nothing and waiting for you to do as you will. She must be a rather well-mannered slut...