DAISY A hand clasped to my mouth, a hand furiously rubbing my clit. That was me for the night. When I woke up this morning, I could not have imagined in my wildest dreams that this was how I would be going to sleep tonight but I couldn't sleep. I would not be able to sleep until I came at least once to ease this tension off me. Luxuria, Grayson. Both of them had me doing this, it was their faults but it would be fine. I would be fine. "Aahh" I moaned softly, the hand clasped around my mouth moving to my tits. Touching my tits, I rolled my thumb on my nipple and trembled at the thought of Luxuria doing this to me. And my pussy, what if it was Grayson rubbing my pussy instead?"Ah!" My body trembled even more. Luxuria and Grayson, both Draxton brothers on my body, sharing and enjoying my body. Oh fuck! Only a damn horny mind could think about that but that was exactly the state of my mind presently. I tugged on my nipple, my moans now getting louder. I tried holding back my moans
DAISY My body tensed, but not for the wrong reasons. For all the right reasons. Wait, was there anything right in what was going on, though?But Grayson asking me to call him daddy was for all the right reasons. I felt my body quiver at that request... No, it didn't seem like a request. "I..." I tried to speak but him sucking my earlobes into his mouth made my words vanish into moans.And then suddenly, there was a bang at the door. Luxuria was back. I hastily pulled away from Grayson, glad that Grayson had locked the door because if not, we would have been caught red-handed. But Grayson didn't pull away, instead, he looked at my face, ignoring the look of fear on my face and kissing my lips gently. "Open the fucking door, Grayson" Luxuria's voice from outside the door thundered and I shuddered. Grayson pulled away from the kiss and I quickly got off the table, hands running through my hair which Grayson had ruffled quite a bit. I pulled my panties up properly and adjusted my dr
DAISY"What are your plans?" Grayson finally pulled out of the hug but his hands remained on my waist like that was the place for them to be. But I wasn't very surprised. Just like his brother, Grayson also seemed to be oblivious about how fucking good looking he was and how almost any straight woman would like his touches a little bit more than they should even if that woman was the daughter of his friend. "I... I don't have plans yet. I just want to take it one after the other but I really don't know what to do, Grayson." I raised my gaze up to him, my helplessness reflecting in my eyes. "I have all of this now but I don't know how to handle any of them. The company, everything. I don't know how to handle any of it...""I will handle everything for you, Daisy..." A hand moved from my waist to my hair which had been a little bit ruffled by Luxuria. He brushed my hair into place, his gaze gently lingering on my eyes and then my hair. "Everything you don't want to deal with, I wil
DAISY What the hell are you doing? Your father just died! You are mourning his death! You should be crying not kissing his friend this needily out of the blues!But I ignored that voice in my head, feeling something more stir in me. Luxuria was kissing me like I had never ever been kissed. I had been kissed a few times before but none of if had ever felt like this. This felt entirely different and as his hands on my waist moved up to my back, I found myself moaning again into the kiss. I was already breathless but I couldn't break the kiss. Couldn't even attempt to break the kiss because I had no idea if any of us would be bold enough to continue if we stopped for even a single second. A big hand reached for my tit and I froze for a second. Was this… was this getting too far? It was. It was getting too far! And I had to stop it before it went too far!But I could not stop… it felt so good. So fucking good. He took a step forward, making me take one back too and in a few seconds,
DAISY He was really gone. My father was really gone and I didn't know what to feel. He had barely ever been there even when he was alive. It had been at least five years since I last saw him and now that I was back in this home, he was dead.He was gone totally. Gone to the point where he had sent my mum to give years earlier. My father had been a terrible man, terrible husband and as well as terrible father. He had failed in every aspect and his failures were what drove our family apart. So what was I supposed to feel when such a man died? Was I supposed to throw myself on the floor and weep? Or was I just supposed to stand plainly, watching and being tagged the evil daughter, the spoilt brat who wouldn't even properly mourn her father's death?I sighed softly, standing forlorn in the room that was once my room. I was wearing a black dress, a sign of me mourning and I was staring at the picture of my father and I that was on my bedside table.I was about 13 or 14 in the picture and