There Can Be Only One (Part 8)

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There Can Be Only One Chapter 8

I sat at my computer, organising a new folder containing the photograph of Vicky going down on Cathy’s pussy and the Photoshop picture I had made up using mum’s and the vicar’s wife’s heads. I will have to take a few more.

I figured that the best place to hide the folder would be amongst all my saved games. I have the main computer, and although dad and my elder sister Susie have laptops of their own, they all seem to come in and use mine at times,especially when they are going on the net as mine is by far the fastest.

Cathy and Vicky entered after knocking softly on my bedroom door.

“Mum says dinner is going to be ready in about 30 minutes,whatcha doing?.” Cathy queried

I closed the open windows down and jumped on the bed,.”Nuffin,what you doing.”

They both came and sat on the foot of the bed. They started to talk to each other.

“My pussy is still sore,.”

“They say it always is the first time.”

“Yes but he,.” Vicky looked over in my direction, “was pretty rough.”

I apologised and said the next time I will be more gentle. Vicky smiled.

Vicky shifted position so that she was lying on her tummy with her legs bent upwards at the knees.

“How is your asshole since I finger fucked it?.”

“Fine,that’s not sore at all,in fact I liked you doing that.” Vicky blushed.

“Good,.” Cathy injected, “Because I am going to fuck it with the handle of my hairbrush tonight,in fact..” Cathy jumped up and left the room leaving my door open.

“Hi dad.”,I heard Cathy say as she was entering her room,.”mum says dinner in 30 minutes.”

“I know…just spoke with her,going to take a quick shower first.”

Dad glanced into my room as he was walking past and suddenly stopped. He didn’t say anything but I saw exactly where he was looking.

“Hi dad,good round?.”

“Hi Mr Gorman.” Vicky chirped up twisting her head to look at him.

“Hi son,Vicky.”

Cathy returned pushing past dad and then I heard a small gasp and then turn to look at dad.

Dad quickly mumbled something and strode off towards his bedroom.

“Vicky,.” Cathy shut the door,.” Dad could see your cunt.”

“wha,nooo…he didn’t,OH MY GOD.” Vicky turned a wonderful shade of crimson.

Cathy jumped back on the bed waving her hairbrush up and down.

“Stick your ass up,get on all fours like a dog..” Cathy

“What?…no, you said tonight,and not in front of Ross.”

“Shut up slut,do as your Mistress says.”

“You are not my Mistress,Ross is my,.” she hesitated before lowering her voice to almost a whisper “Master.”

“Tell her Ross,tell her that I am her Mistress.”

I glanced at both of them before I looked directly into Vicky’s blue eyes, “you are Cathy’s slave and must do everything she asks unless I countermand what she has told you to do.