Chapter 13

"Ready for your first day, Jason?" Tori asked as she strode into my bedroom. I was in the middle of figuring out how to operate my tie; I'd worn one for graduation and I seemed to remember having the same issues I was now, hence why I never wore one for work.

"Yeah...nearly," I replied.

My little sister—obviously seeing signs of my futility—stepped between me and the standing mirror in the corner of my room. Tori batted my hands away from my collar and set about undoing my tie from the complicated noose I'd turned it into.

"You've never been good with these," she said with a smile. "Dad isn't either, that's why he doesn't wear one."

I looked down at my baby sister. She was fresh from bed and her hair was still the tangled mess I created in the early hours of the morning when I snuck into her room. She'd gotten dressed at least—when I left her, she was passed out and completely naked.

This morning she'd picked out a low-cut blue crop top and a pair of unicorn pyjama shorts. They actually looked like ones she wore when she was twelve and the size difference showed as the thin material hugged her ass and hips like a second skin.

As accustomed as I was to seeing my baby sister in little to no clothing, she was still able to get me hard in just a few seconds.

The last few days had been spent doing our own thing mostly. I was enjoying my free time until I started my new job and Tori was catching up with our mother and hanging out with her friends. We still had sex every night, waiting till our parents retired and either spending a few hours making love, or banging out a quickie before I snuck back to my room. Two nights earlier I had nearly gotten caught as the hallway light turned on after leaving Tori's room. Our mother had come down to ask my sister something—she wouldn't say what—but luckily, I was outside the bathroom door, so I used that as an excuse as to why I was out of bed. I was lucky I'd worn my underwear out of my sisters room instead of striding naked across the hallway like I'd done the previous nights. Still...I felt my mother's eyes linger on my body for longer than was appropriate.

Vicky had even come over to stay the night, my parents knew about us and there was nothing to hide there. Vicky and I went to bed shortly before my parents, with a sly smile from my sister. Once I had my blonde lover in her post orgasmic coma, I went and visited Tori.

She was asleep herself and surely wasn't expecting me, but although I'd fucked Vicky that night, I held off on my release for her. Tori woke up to her own moaning and fell asleep shortly after I filled her up. Both girls had huge grins on their face the following morning at breakfast.

"You look cute today," I said to Tori.

She smiled in response and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I wanted more from her—I always did—but we both knew the importance of keeping what we had from our parents, plus the secrecy and sneaking around was a massive turn on. Fucking my sister had become as necessary as breathing, eating, sleeping. But when I didn't get it when I wanted, I craved it more, and it made our time together much more intense.

"And you look very handsome," Tori said as she finished tying my tie. We sneaked a quick tongue kiss before the sound of footsteps down the hallway put distance between us. I went to straighten my tie but realised my sister had done a great job. I pretended to straighten it anyway when my mother walked in.

"Well...don't you look handsome," my mother said.

I turned around to see her studying me intently. I wasn't sure what had gotten into my mother recently. I dismissed her behaviour for now, my whole family had gotten weird since I was gone, myself included.

"Thanks mum," I replied.

"Your father's waiting in the garage. Hurry up, you don't want to be late on your first day."

I checked the time on my watch, we had plenty of time but if dad wanted to leave now, we left now.

"Alright. I'll see you two tonight, love you both."

I gave Tori a platonic hug and kiss on the cheek, and to make it look less suspicious I did the same to my mother as I passed her.

I was going to work with my father this morning, being my first day he wanted to show me around when we got there. I guessed I'd be driving with him the next few days since there wasn't a company car available yet, I was itching to get my own set of wheels so I could take Tori on a trip somewhere. The elevator doors opened, and I was greeted by my old man leaning against the hood of his car, he looked like he was out of Grease with his leather jacket and jeans. I wondered if he was going through his mid-life crisis yet, this is kind of what I expected when he did.

"Right on time son. Get in, I'm driving," he said, nodding his head towards the car.

I rounded the black BMW and climbed into the passenger seat, barely getting the door closed before we were speeding out of the garage.

My father drove like a mad man, speeding and changing lanes like a race car driver. I hung onto the safety handle as we shot down the streets of Bondi and off to my new job. Fortunately for me, we slowed down a lot once we hit the Sydney morning traffic. We were only about a thirty-minute drive from office to home on a good day and the trip was made mostly in silence, which was fine by me as I started reflecting over my time home.

I was in love with my little sister, and I was also fucking her best friend. We'd also had one of her other friends join us in bed and watch, plus other things. I wasn't sure exactly how I felt about Vicky and Hayley, both girls were amazing in their own ways and I would have been more than happy with either one of them two weeks ago, but now I wanted both.

Perhaps I was starting to get greedy, loving a girl who encouraged me to make love to her friends was probably spoiling me for any future woman, but I didn't care.

Vicky was an absolute babe, she had the perfect tanned skin and blonde hair of a surf model. Her curves and large breasts made any swimsuit she wore erotic and sensual, she also liked being fucked rough and could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

Hayley was almost the opposite to her curvaceous fiend. Pale and slender, the brunette's dark hair framed her resting bitch face that only seemed to break when she smiled at me, her perfect lips curling just enough to show me emotion. I liked her smiles; she rarely gave them out as I could see, and it made me feel special that she showed emotion. Her pale skin contrasted greatly against both Tori and Vicky, and her body was amazing. Her breasts weren't as large as either of my two lovers, but they were perfectly shaped and perky, her ass was also a small tight peach, ripe for the plucking.

I desperately wanted to fuck her, and by the look in her eyes I knew she wanted me too. But I would respect her relationship with Leon and wouldn't push for anything to happen; she was a great girl and I genuinely enjoyed her friendship.

My thoughts drifted to my sister's other friends, Lucy and Liz.

Lucy was a certainty; we'd made out the night we went dancing and she wasn't shy about showing me what she wanted. Where she lacked the booty of my sister or Vicky, the slim Asian girl made up for in sheer bust size. I was still shocked a girl of her slender frame could hold up—let alone grow—such impressive assets.

She was quite taller than the other girls—only a few inches shorter than myself—which paid off well for her since she had amazing legs, legs I hoped to have wrapped around me soon enough.

Liz was a strange one for me. The tall redhead was definitely stunning, her athletic body was super-hot. Toned abs, shapely ass and legs, she had the perfect mixture of feminine softness and toned muscle definition. It made sense when I found out she was an exotic dancer, maybe that's why she had a dislike for men since she was around them a lot. I'd have to get her alone sometime and actually talk to her, nut out the problem she had with me so we could all get along. I wasn't expecting her to jump my bones like the others, but I at least wanted her on my side.

I let my thoughts of the sexy girls in my life go as we pulled up to my father's office building, it was a small firm with only a handful of lawyers working for my father. Whilst small they had an excellent reputation and charged a mint for their legal representation. I'd been here before many times when I was younger, my father had been in the same location for over a decade now.

I followed my old man from the car park to the entrance, a burly security guard opened the door for us and gave my dad a welcoming smile. I then watched as my father quite obviously flirted with the receptionist before heading to the elevators.

"Not a word to your mother," my dad said when we were out of earshot of the reception desk. "About what?" I said with a smile.

Dad gave me a sidelong glance, then let a smile touch his lips.

"Good man," he replied.

There were few people downstairs, mostly walking in pairs as they conversed or an intern rushing about with stacks of papers in their arms. Clients waited in the lobby for their turn to see their selected solicitor, some I knew by face only as famous athletes, probably here to get help with some drunken act of disorderly conduct. These people happily paid the fee my father's office set down to get them out of shit, most of them had more money than they knew what to do with and would prefer to keep their careers.

When the elevator reached the lobby a pair of men in suits stepped out, both stepped to the sides of my father and I offered him "Good morning Mr Parks," and "Great to see you Mr Parks." My old man acknowledged the greetings without words and that seemed to satisfy the pair.

"They're new," my dad said once the doors closed and we started ascending. "Good management is to acknowledge them and their work. But don't become their friend," he added in a lecturing tone. I nodded my understanding but remained silent.

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped into a second lobby. A large circular desk sat across from the elevator with an empty seat. I knew the layout of the top floor well, my father's office sat to once side of the reception desk and his partners sat to the other side. At least that's where his partners desk was, before he retired.

Parks and Brown was the name of the firm before old man Jacob Brown decided to retire, handing the reins over completely to my father, and now the sign out front read simply, 'Parks.' As the story goes, my father was taken on as an unpaid intern by Jacob—at Grandpa's insistence—where he worked his way up the ladder, from paid work in the mail room all the way to up Mr Brown's personal assistant. He studied law the entire time he worked here and according to Jacob; was the best he'd ever seen. Brown made my father a partner when he was only twenty-one and the two had been making a big name for themselves ever since. I hoped my sudden push to my father's assistant wasn't seen as favouritism by any of his employees.

"Greetings Mr Parks," a woman's voice called from his office. "I have the cases you requested on your desk." From out of my father's office came a platinum-haired beauty, even my time around gorgeous girls since being home hadn't dulled my senses for hot women when I saw one.

She was of average height with porcelain white skin, hair neatly parted down the middle and perfectly straight. She wore a tight white blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to spy her generous breasts. A long black pencil skirt hugged her slim hips and stopped mid-thigh, showing off her perfect legs. She had a ring pierced through one side of her nose and one through her bottom lip, many more adorned her ears and even a couple in her right eyebrow. She was that perfect goth/punk rock hot that most guys dreamed of bedding at least once in their life.

I felt like I was staring, but no one seemed to notice. I spied tattoos peeking out from her short sleeves and down her legs and immediately wondered where else was tattooed. I found it odd for my father to hire someone so covered in tattoos and piercings when he'd forbade my sister getting anything but her ears pierced, and with the strict dress code he set for his employees.

"Ahh...Natalie. Good to see. Are you settling in alright?" my father replied. He crossed the room and met her halfway, giving her a firm handshake and a touch on the shoulder.

"Yes. Of course, Mr Parks," Natalie replied with a professional smile. My father nodded as if to himself and then turned to me.

"This is my son Jason. Jason this is Natalie Brown, my new secretary."

That's when recognition hit me, Jacob Brown's granddaughter.

We'd met a couple of times when we were kids, put together at work functions to play since we were close in age. But I hadn't seen her since I went away, and she obviously changed a bunch.

"Jason. It's so good to see you again," Natalie said with a smile. "You've gotten quite handsome."

"It's a pleasure Natalie. You've changed a lot, I like your new look," I shook her hand and offered her a warm smile, one she returned.

"Well I hope you two get along. You'll be working closely together," my old man said once introductions were done. I immediately started thinking about how closely I'd like to work with her but dismissed that thought before I started tenting my slacks.

"I look forward to working with you Jason," Natalie said.

"So do I," I replied.

"Well I've got cases to look over and assign, but I'm technically still on holidays so it'll be a short day. Natalie. Can you show Jason around and get him situated?" my father said as he turned to head into his office, not needing a reply to know it would get done.

His door closed and Natalie turned to face me with a smile.

"We'll be sharing a desk, don't worry I don't have cooties," the gorgeous platinum blonde said with a smile.

"Noted," I replied with a chuckle.

"Come on. I'm new here too but I can show you around," Natalie added.

The next hour was filled with Natalie taking me around the office building—floor by floor—introducing me to everyone she'd already met, I doubted I could remember everyone's name by tomorrow morning.

Most of the staff in the building seemed to be interns, mailmen, assistants and the occasional Lawyer. Natalie informed me one our rounds that my father had just hired a good number of new solicitors to deal with cases for families with low income and disabilities, something about it being her grandfather's dream. That struck me as an odd thing for my father to do, he never really seemed to care about those less fortunate than himself. But I'd been surprised more than once by my family since I came home.

"Do you remember playing together as kids?" Natalie asked as we roe the elevator back to the top floor.

"Of course I do," I replied.

"Did you know that I also had a crush on you when we were kids?" she added.

That drew my attention to her, and I noticed her top had unbuttoned a few more rungs. I was feeling really confident with this girl, old me would have stuttered and probably started sweating at such an obvious flirt. But not anymore.

"Had?" I asked with a raised eyebrow and cocky grin.

She didn't reply, but simply gave me a coy smile and sauntered out of the elevator when the doors opened. Surely, she was giving her hips that added sway on purpose.

I followed Natalie to the desk we would be sharing to find my father's office door open and the room empty.

"Do you know where my father's gone?" I asked the platinum blonde babe.

"He went home early. Something about lunch with your mother," Natalie replied.

"Well fuck...he was my ride home," I added with a sigh.

"It's fine. I already said I could give you a ride home," she said.

"Wait. He told you he was going home but not me. When?"

"He texted me about an hour ago. He also said we can go home early once I showed you around," she added.

"Well I guess there's nothing for us to do here now," I said and turned back to the elevator.

"Jason...wait," Natalie said from behind me.

I turned around to see her leaning against our desk, even more buttons seemed to have slipped and I got a wonderful view of her lacey black bra.

"Yes?" I asked with an arched eyebrow. She obviously still had a thing for me, and her forward nature was doing wonders for my confidence. Surely the girls wouldn't mind if I added another notch to my belt, it was their idea to share me after all.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Natalie asked with a hint of hesitation in her voice.

"Yes," I replied. I waited a moment for the disappointment to show on her face, just for a second. "Two people," I added.

My father knew Vicky and I were sleeping together, and he suspected Hayley and I were up to the deed too, even if we hadn't had sex yet. So technically I was telling the truth, although I would have to keep Tori's name from my list of lovers.

The look on her face was a mixture of surprise and intrigue. Usually whenever you told a girl you were sleeping with multiple women, they tended to think you were a pig. But then again, I doubt many guys admitted that to a sexy woman with obvious interests in them.

"Two?" Natalie repeated as she crossed the room to me.

"Yeah, two," I confirmed.

She was close enough I could smell her perfume; a faint whiff of lavender filled my nose. Natalie ran her hands up my stomach and rested her palms against my chest.

"Do they know?" she asked with a questioning eyebrow raised.

"Was their idea," I answered casually.

The platinum blonde bit her lip and encircled her arms around my neck, pressing her slender, tight body into mine.

"They don't mind sharing?" she asked in a sultry whisper.

"Not at all. Apparently, I have a magic dick," I said confidently. I was expecting a laugh from the gorgeous blonde but simply licked her lips in response.

I was full mast by now and there was no way I was going to leave this office with blue balls. I grabbed Natalie's hips and pulled her into a kiss, it was a lusty, wet kiss filled with plenty of tongue. I guided us over to the couch against one wall, we left a trail of clothes in our wake and by the time Natalie pushed me onto the leather couch I was down to my boxers and she her sexy lingerie.

I took in her near naked tattooed body. Some tattoos were snaking down to her calves and forearms. I tried to study each image as she spun around, showing off to me with a devious smile. The dragon across her right shoulder caught my eye the most, the head resting on her upper arm while the body ran down her back ending with the tail on her right butt cheek. Her right thigh was tattooed with a grinning skull while her left was a collage of cute cartoon kittens, I was never big on body art, but I really enjoyed looking at Natalie's.

She slipped her bra off and tossed it carelessly over her shoulder before striking a pose, her perky breasts as pale as the rest of her un-inked skin. Her nipples were erect, and I could see little rings hanging from each.

As I was about to slip my boxers off, I stopped, looked to Natalie, then back to my crotch. She got the hint and dropped to her knees, between my legs. She gasped in delight as she carefully yanked my underwear down and my erect cock sprung free, slapping against my stomach.

"Magic indeed," she said with a giggle.

I smiled and was soon moaning as her lips enveloped my tip. She was obviously a master of sucking dick, playing my tool as expertly as a professional musician played their instrument. The entire time she sucked, licked and slurped at my cock, she maintained eye contact with me, her pale blue orbs staring into mine, even when she deep throated me.

I marvelled again at my situation, another sexy girl worshipping my cock. Her skills were on par with Vicky, that was for sure. But it was the unique way she pleasured me that had me on edge, each girl was like a new flavour of the rainbow.

When I had, had enough of her oral masterwork—not that I could get enough, I just really wanted to fuck her—I motioned for her to stop. She scooted back and stood up, striding over to our shared workspace. She leaned over the desk and pressed something, the lights on the elevator turned off.

"What was that?" I asked as I stood up, stroking my slick cock.

"Privacy. It stops this floor from being chosen," she replied.

Before I could ask more questioned the platinum blonde slipped her skimpy panties down her smooth legs, leaned against our desk and spread her legs, wiggling her ass at me.

"I want that monster in my ass," she said.

I was taken aback by her demand, while I'd always wanted to try anal with a girl, the ones I asked never agreed and the ones that did, hated it. As much as I wanted to pound this beauties ass, I was the one in charge of this.

I walked up behind the pale skinned nympho and slapped her ass, leaving a handprint immediately on her tender skin. I was rewarded with a moan and a wiggle of her hips, as if they were asking for more.

"Ask nicely," I said after another slap, this time to her opposite cheek.

"Please fuck my ass. I need it," she moaned.

I stroked my cock a few more times and cupped her pussy, rubbing her slick mound. Her hips gyrated into my hand and she let out a groan of frustration when I pulled my hand away. I rubbed her wetness along my cock, then began grinding my length against her ass, between her pale cheeks.

She was practically panting with anticipation by this stage, her hips acted as if they had a mind of their own as they pushed into me and gyrated. I gave her ass another slap, then gripped her cheeks with both hands. I pressed my tip against her tight hole and gently applied pressure, I was desperate to fuck her, but I didn't want to hurt the beautiful woman.

She must have sensed my hesitation and pushed back, impaling her halfway on my cock.

"Just jam it in...I can take it," she said through heavy breathes.

I was never one to disappoint women, so I did.

I slammed myself deep inside Natalie and she rewarded me with a loud scream of pleasure, her body began shaking almost immediately when I hilted myself inside her.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Oh fuck yes I am. Please keep going," she replied. She lowered herself completely onto the desk and opened her body to me. So, I took it.

I grabbed her hips and started slamming into her tight ass hard and fast, each time my hips slapped her ass Natalie let out a loud yelp. I really wasn't used to anal sex and it was so much tighter than I imagined. I knew I wouldn't last long in this position, but I think we both knew we didn't sign up for much more than a quickie at the office.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I asked while driving my rod deep inside her.

"Fill my ass," she replied between ragged breaths. That nearly made me blow my load then and there.

I wasn't sure if she could orgasm from anal stimulation, it was an odd topic that one. So, I reached around her and slipped my hand between her legs, I began rubbing her dripping pussy, which drew more frantic moans from the sexy girl.

"Oh fuck!!...Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!" was all I could hear from Natalie, but then I felt it.

Her ass clenched tightly around me and the increased pressure brought me to climax immediately. Her pussy gushed as I filled her ass with seed, Natalie moaning and shaking beneath me as she was unable to do anything but ride out her orgasm as I rode her ass, filling her with mine.

After a couple of minutes rest, I stumbled back, my cock slipping free of her well fucked hole. I slumped onto the couch breathing heavily, sweating like I'd run a marathon. Natalie held herself up on the desk, her legs were still shaking, and I doubted she could have walked more than a few steps.

"Holy fucking shit," I said.

"That is definitely one magic cock," Natalie replied when she finally got her breathing under control. She pushed herself off the desk and stood on unsteady legs. My breathing was under control by now, but my heart was still pumping, the sight of my father's sexy secretary had my cock twitching, but I was out of juice for the moment.

"You still cool with that ride home?" I asked while she slipped her panties back on.

"Of course. A ride for a ride," she replied. She licked her lips as she eyed my deflated cock.