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Chapter 22 by amon_Baal amon_Baal

“What!” my father exclaimed.

"She told me." I reply

I put my glass down as I shook my hands, “Really?” I asked, “I got changed after Jethro ruined my last outfit.” I got up, my head swimming from ****, and grabbed a blanket, “Yeah, just last weekend Julie was telling me that she thought you were attractive, for your age, Dad.” I said as I pulled a blanket out of the nearby cupboard.

I then pulled my whiskey’d top over my head while facing away from them, “You too.” I said and threw the top towards Jethro. Then I came back with the blanket covering my nakedness.

They both looked at me, I could not be certain if it was because I was naked under the blanket or that I had told them Julie would jump them.

There was several minutes of silence before I reached out from under the blanket for my drink. Like last week it fell away from my chest as I picked up the glass.

“I think I should head to bed.” My father said, downing the last of his whiskey, “Jesus Kim,” he began before pausing while looking at my tits, tattoos, piercing and all, “um, which whiskey did you pour?”

“Belmore, cask strength.” I said simply, not trying to cover up, then I added, “What? You have both seen me topless.” As the two men stared.

Dad struggled to leave the room in a dignified manor, as he did he jabbed Jethro in the shoulder, “You should get some sleep too.” He said.

Jethro nodded and finished his whiskey before standing and grabbing his phone, “Tell me everything.” He said shaking his phone.

I laughed, “Goodnight.” I said. I was feeling warm all the way through and so in control. Both these men were drooling over me and my friend Julie. Suddenly I remembered they were my brother and father and felt that incredible sick burst of arousal.

“Kim sleep well, do you have a change of clothes for tomorrow?” Dad asked.

“No, but I will just go home smelling of whiskey, I don’t have uni tomorrow.” I replied.

Jethro shrugged, “I’ve got no plans tomorrow either, wanna hang out?” He asked, the look he gave me was piercing. I was sure he was fishing for info about Julie, but could only think about selfish uses for my brother.

“Sounds great, but no ****.” I said. Dad and Jethro laughed, even though I was topless here, nothing significant seemed to have changed.

They left the room as I continued to sip my whiskey thinking.

Sleep, chat to Jethro or chat to Mark and Julie?

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