My Sister Made Me Ch. 23

"Someone is very handsy and brave today," she said, closing her eyes as he found her panty-clad pussy and rubbed vigorously.

"Mmm," he said. "I'm just happy to see you. I'm horny as hell and can't wait to visit you tomorrow.

The words left his mouth and she immediately recalled what she needed to tell him. She focused, forcing herself to look at him.

"I... fuck..." she whispered, reaching up and grasping his shoulder as he managed to slide his finger around the cusp of her panties and plunge it deep inside her.

"This weekend," she continued, her voice barely a whisper.

"Mmmhmm," he said, pumping in and out rhythmically.

"I'm having Zoey..." she stated, closing her eyes as he continued to molest her poor, aching pussy.

"Sounds like a fun time," he said, grinning at her as she opened her eyes and looked up.

"She... joining me," she mumbled, moaning softly as her mouth fell open a bit.

"You're loving this," he said with a confident smirk, "aren't you, my pet?"

"Fuck... yes... sir," she groaned at him. "Zoey... Saturday... with me," she stammered.

"I see," he said, grinning as he pumped relentlessly. "She mentioned something about that when she came earlier this week to get her bloodwork done. Such a cute little thing."

Sam groaned weakly, glancing around again before looking back at him.

"Yes... da... Dr... Sanderson..." she gasped, feeling pleasure swelling up inside her.

"Good girl," he praised, sliding in close again as he continued to finger her. "My pet is pent up, I see."

Sam nodded, unable to vocalize in that moment as her orgasm crept closer.

"I've got a friend meeting me for drinks," he said, smiling widely at her as he slid his finger from her pussy, "or I'd just go ahead and finish what I've started."

Her mouth creased at the corners and her lips flattened as she clenched her jaw in frustration, her orgasm slipping away.

"Noooo," she whimpered, glancing around. "So... close..."

Dr. Sanderson smiled widely but didn't move to finish. "Maybe when I get done with business," he said, sliding his hand up and pushing the glistening middle finger into her mouth.

She slurped it obediently, whimpering quietly as she tasted herself.

"My friend should be here soon," he said simply as she sucked on his finger, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. "But don't worry, I won't give away the secret. He won't know that you're 'Mystery-Girl'."

Sam felt her orgasm simmering again and had the sudden urge to punch the doctor in the stomach. She refocused quickly and thought about what he'd said. After a few moments she managed to clear her head enough to speak once again.

Fixing him with a stern glare, she pointed a finger at him in irritation.

"M...mean," she said shakily.

He reached out and grabbed her again, causing her to gasp in surprise. Her brain was telling her to resist but her body wanted to immediately submit to his whims. His hand exposed her breast, his fingers roughly pinching the nipple. He pulled gently, causing her to slide close as his hand began to work its way back inside her panties.

She whined in defeat as Dr. Sanderson's fingers pushed inside her once again, unable to get herself to do anything about it.

"Hey! There he is," he called out, waving with his free hand. "How are you, 'Big Mac'?"

She knew that reference, didn't she?

"Ed," a familiar voice called out. "Oh."

Sam turned as Dr. Sanderson pulled his hand from beneath her skirt with a grin on his face. Her arousal still roaring in her ears, she kept turning until she was facing away from him and looking right at his approaching lunch guest. She nearly fainted when she saw who it was.

Her father.

"Oh... uh..." he stammered, looking down at her chest.

She felt her eyes go wide and her brain tried to do several things at once.

"Oops," Dr. Sanderson said as he moved around her left side. His hand moved over and fixed her top, covering the breast he'd exposed.

Sam hadn't noticed it.

"Dr. Marcus Andresani, this is our waitress, Sam," Dr. Sanderson said, smiling proudly as he looked from Sam to her father.

Sam's mind whirled, and she fought to figure out what the hell she should do. Then, as if some unseen force was helping, she had the sudden realization hit her that she had to speak, and she had to act like she didn't know her father.

Her vision cleared and the pounding in her veins eased enough for her to speak relatively normally.

"Nice... to meet you," she stammered, though only briefly. She refocused quickly and cleared her throat. "Take a seat and forgive Dr. Sanderson's wandering hands," she said, looking at her father pointedly.

Her father still looked surprised, but he quickly understood what Sam was trying to say to him.

"Oh," he said, shaking his head for a moment. "Yes, lovely to meet you."

She briefly shook his hand, staring hard at him and mouthing, "I'm sorry" surreptitiously.

He shook his head and briefly widened his eyes before stepping around and following Dr. Sanderson who'd already started moving back to the table.

Sam took a moment to close her eyes and curse her luck, but then took a deep breath and forced herself to focus. "Keep it simple," she said quietly. "He's a new acquaintance."

She turned, seeing the two talking and offered a half smile.

To his credit, her father seemed to have recovered completely. He was smiling and nodding at Dr. Sanderson as the two conversed, and that made things a little easier for her.

"Sam, my delicious little snack, Dr. Andresani is an old friend. We go way back."

"Oh?" she asked, feeling ridiculous but knowing that she had to cover for the simple fact that Dr. Sanderson didn't know that his long-time friend was her father.

"Indeed," he continued. "Is it too early for me to purchase your top for a bit? I know my associate would love to get a good look at your impeccable body."

Inwardly Sam was screaming in embarrassment, but outwardly she forced herself to smile and nod her head at him.

"I'm not supposed to until after 5:00, Dr. Sanderson," she said, glaring at him. "Sorry."

"Ed," her father said, frowning at him.

"Oh, it's fine, they do it all the time here," Dr. Sanderson said.

"No, I know," her father said. "I just..."

"It's fine," she said, trying to sound confident but secretly wanting to disappear. "So, do you two know what you'd like to drink?" she asked, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible.

The two ordered a couple of beers along with an appetizer, and she hurried off to put in the order. As she rounded the corner and was out of sight, she leaned against the wall and covered her face in defeat.

"Oh fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Taking a deep breath, she straightened herself up and hurried to the waitress station. Stopping at the bar, she put the order in for the drinks, then went and checked on her other tables, some of them looking like they'd needed her for different things for several minutes.

After getting her other customers squared away, she paused to have a private moment in the bathroom. Once there, she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

The image in the mirror simply stared back, though it seemed to be judging her.

"Get your shit together," she said. "Be normal. It's not a big deal."

She took a deep breath, nodded at the image, and stepped out. Stopping to pick up the drinks from the bar, she hurried back over and entered the private room once more.

"Oh, I know you guys had a good time," Dr. Sanderson was saying, a laugh following the statement. "You and your better half sure made the rounds that night! I missed that vixen too, bud. I forgot how much fun Claire was in the sack!"

Sam glanced over at her father in surprise and could see him blushing but also smiling at Dr. Sanderson. She set the drinks down in front of the two and gave the latter a questioning glance.

"Thank you hun," he said, then turned back to look at Marcus. "But I think you know how much..."

"Were we just doing appetizers?" her father asked, interrupting Dr. Sanderson.

"Oh, I don't need anything other than the wings we ordered," he said.

Sam smiled and nodded, turning to leave and check on her other tables.

Over the course of the next hour, Dr. Sanderson and her father both had another drink each and ordered another of the appetizers. She tried to be as normal as she could, given the circumstances, and made sure to be as attentive as she would have been if they were normal customers.

Dr. Sanderson was always flirtatious, though thankfully she managed to stay far enough away from him to prevent him actually trying anything else on her. Her father was obviously not a threat where that was concerned, so she tried to stay close to him when she had to check on the two.

After leaving once more to check on her other tables, she went back to check on the two, hoping that they were almost done with their second round of drinks and would be leaving.

She paused just out of sight at the threshold, hoping to be able to hear what the two were talking about in her absence.

"Man, I wish I could let you in on the secret!" Dr. Sanderson gushed. "But was that the best head you've ever gotten or what?"

She heard her father laugh, but obviously couldn't see any gestures or facial expressions.

"The first time I ever had the pleasure of 'Mystery-Girl' swallowing my cock, it was like she couldn't get enough of it! Believe me, if you knew the girl you wouldn't really think that she was the best that a pair of old swingers like you and me have ever had, but damned if she isn't! Am I right?"

"Honestly, yeah man, you were right," her father said. "Best blowjob I've ever had."

Sam closed her eyes, telling herself that she hadn't just heard that.

"Damn right it was," Dr. Sanderson cried excitedly. "Man, I tell you what. I've got to convince 'Mystery-Girl' to come out of the box one of these days. I can't imagine what kinda fun we could have with her then!"

She had to do something before things got even worse than they already were. She took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and steeled herself. Adopting a fake smile, she rounded the corner, staring pointedly at the two.

"You two are pretty loud you know," she said, playfully glaring at the two. At least, that's the look she was trying to go for.

Dr. Sanderson grinned widely, but her father blushed.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the former said. "Do apologize to whomever heard me and my friend. We're just catching up on things."

"Mmmhmm," she said, not wanting to look back at her father. "You guys need another round?"

"I think we're done," her father said quickly, Dr. Sanderson surprisingly not protesting the statement.

She brought the bill back a few minutes later, promptly thanking the two and turning to leave.

"Sam my dear, I will see you soon," Dr. Sanderson said, winking slyly.

Turning, she heard the two leaving the topless room and heading toward the front. With a sigh of frustration, she turned and headed off to check on her other tables.

***

"Shit, can I feel them suckers?" the guy asked.

"Sorry," she said, sliding back as he looked up at her hopefully. "No touching at all."

It had been slow up until about 5:00 that evening, and then steady again for the rest of the night. She'd spent the entire dinner shift with her top off, and people seemed to be able to sense her vulnerability or something. Everyone seemed to be trying to push her limits, or to try and take advantage of her and get a cheap thrill. Turned on and sexually frustrated for the entire day, Sam had had enough of people toying with and teasing her.

She needed to get good and fucked.

That would definitely help her with her problem, but she still had to have Dane present to take care of things. She'd shot a message off to him but was disappointed when she found out that he wouldn't be off work until very late. She wasn't going to wait until 2:00 AM to get some dick.

She'd assured him that she'd be fine, that she was just going to go back home and hide in her room. The next message that she'd received from him just about made her drop her phone.

"You can always see if Wade is free. I'm sure Toni wouldn't mind if you guys are already going at it."

She hadn't had time to even digest that until several hours after she'd received it. It wasn't a half-bad idea, though, and she even floated it to Toni in the bar.

"Sorry babe," she said. "He's doing something with his family; his dad's birthday I think."

Sam sighed in frustration and slapped the countertop her sister was wiping down.

"Are you okay?" Toni asked.

"Horny," Sam said, snippier than she'd intended for it to be.

"I'm sorry," Toni said. "I'd suggest asking Alex to let you borrow Bryce, but they're out tonight with Jessie and her boyfriend."

Sam shook her head, and though having an interlude with the tall, attractive Bryce was definitely interesting, she didn't feel the need to involve yet another hapless victim in her web of sex and confusion.

"I'll be fine," she said. "I'll just... I'll figure it out."

She turned and hurried off to start her closing duties a little earlier than normal. As it so happened, doing so enabled her to be able to finish them in record time. Once finished, she clocked out, gathered her things, and left.

All the way home she angrily gripped the steering wheel and swore repeatedly in frustration as the ever-present craving for cock pounded inside her, like a little voice screaming at her to go and find someone, anyone. She pulled into her normal spot at the house and hopped out, hurrying inside and slamming the door closed.

"FUUUUCK!" she yelled, her frustration boiling over.

She heard someone say something from somewhere else in the house and groaned in defeat.

"What's going on?" the voice called out, the sound getting louder as they hurried over. "Sam?"

She sighed, sinking to the floor against the door and hanging her head.

"Sam, honey?" her mother asked, coming around the corner.

"I'm fine," Sam said, trying to sound sure of that fact.

"What's going on?"

She looked up, seeing the caring, unjudging face and shook her head, not wanting to burden her. She quickly changed her mind, knowing deep within her that there wasn't anyone better equipped to help her than her mother and that she had to talk to her.

"What's going on, honey?" her mother asked again.

Sam looked up, her mother reaching out and brushing her hair from her face as she'd done a thousand times.

"I can't stop getting into awkward situations and making this constant... aching inside me go crazy."

"Like this morning?"

Sam looked up and saw her mother crouching down to her level, a knowing look in her eyes. The act itself looked a little awkward, as she was wearing a dress that was more than a little revealing.

"Exactly," she said, trying to ignore the way her mother looked. "It's like I can't help myself."

"Sam, you're worrying way too much about this stuff. I wish I could say the right things to make you believe that."

"I know, but it's just so damn hard to deal with everything," she said. "I seem to be doing fine and then something happens and it's like I'm about to die if I don't find a hard..." She trailed off, looking up in mild embarrassment. Her mother only snickered.

"Come on," she said, reaching out her hand and helping Sam to her feet.

Standing, she was able to see the extreme nature of her mother's dress and just how revealing it was. It was surprising to say the least.

"Are you and Dad going out somewhere?" she asked.

"Mmm," her mother confirmed. "Friends from The Mess Around group."

"Dr. Sanderson?" Sam asked mockingly, rolling her eyes.

"No," her mother said. "One of the other couples, actually." She turned and started to head back the way she'd come. "Come on, we can talk while I finish getting ready."

Sam grudgingly followed but paused at the door to her mother's room.

"Daddy here?" she asked quietly.

"He had to run back up to the hospital to check on a patient, but he should be back soon. Come on, sweetheart, we've got time. Everything's going to be fine, I promise."

Sam sighed, feeling resigned to her fate, and followed her mother through her large bedroom into the bathroom.

"Look," her mother began as she moved over to pick up where she'd left off a few minutes ago, "you don't have anything to apologize for, and you don't have to explain anything to me. Just tell me what's bothering you."

Sam barely even knew where to start. Her mother seemed to sense this and offered a comforting smile.

"Hey," she said, looking directly at Sam. "You don't need to worry about talking with me about this stuff. You can ask me anything or tell me whatever you need to. Confess all your sins if that's what you're needing. I love you and so does your father. You're not going to shock, offend, or drive either of us away."

Sam felt her mother's soft, yet worn fingers lift her chin so that she was looking directly at her. "Okay?" she asked.

Feeling immediately better, she smiled and nodded before softly replying "Okay."

"Do you have questions for me, perhaps?" her mother asked. "Maybe about your birth mom?"

"If only that were all," Sam said quietly. "No... well, I mean yeah," she said.

Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, she forced herself to focus. Asking questions might be the easiest place to start, and she could focus on the more difficult things that were bugging her after breaking the ice, so to speak.

"How... um... how long have you known about all the sex your children have been having?"

Her mother smiled, then giggled softly before going back to applying her makeup.

"As much as I had hoped that the sexual arousal issues that your birth mom and I dealt with when we were young would skip you, Alex and Toni, something deep inside told me that it wouldn't. I guess I kind of always knew that my children would start having sex early. It was something that your mom and I did, and, well, let's just say that when Toni started getting interested in boys, I knew it wouldn't be long."

Sam smirked but continued listening.

"I've known that she and Wade have been having sex for several years now; and she's known that I've known. I just made sure that she was on birth control, was being safe, and knew that she could come to me with any issues or questions."

She fell quiet for a few moments, lost in thought.

"My sons weren't that hard to see coming, so to speak," she said, then added, "No pun intended," with a sly wink.

Sam giggled.

"Dane and Sally weren't exactly subtle when they first started seeing each other. It was more like Danny and Hannah if you remember."

"I was much too naïve to notice that stuff back then," Sam pointed out.

"You and Alex were more of a surprise, though," she said. "I genuinely thought that it had skipped you, but I kind of knew that Alex would fall prey to her desires since she was a twin."

She smirked, but then seemed to realize something and looked over at Sam.

"Does it bother you that your father and I are so understanding about stuff like this? I mean, I know it would probably make things safer and quieter around here if we were stricter about the sexual activities of our children."

Sam hadn't really thought about that and didn't have an answer right away. "No," she said eventually. "I think I like how things are with you guys."

Her mother was nodding as she spoke.

"Does it bother you that... well, Alex and Toni..." Sam began to ask, but then got flustered and trailed off.

"It doesn't bother me that my children are having sex with each other."

Sam blushed in embarrassment when she heard it spoken about said so plainly.

"I know that's weird to hear," her mother continued. "But I can probably explain things a bit to make it easier to see where I'm coming from."