INCESTUOUS TRUTH (pending title)

The year was 2031, in the Santa Clara valley of Northern California. My name is Freya DeSade, I am an 18-year-old female, freshman in college, studying computer science. I had come from a broken, albeit happy home. My father, Heimdall DeSade, was utterly balling, being an executive big shot in the tech industry. Money was never a problem for us. A few years ago, I found out I had a half-brother, Sven Gorgoroth, who was five months younger than me, conceived during my father plowing one of his escort companions. The mother was unstable, in and out of rehab for the better part of her life, before meeting her end by overdosing on a mixture of methamphetamine and ecstasy.

My father rarely had any luck with women, I myself was the result of a brief romance he had with a female coworker, and the mother wanted nothing to do with me after their affair as she felt too guilty cheating on her husband, although they divorced since she was found out.

While attending college, I worked as an exotic dancer, and I was exceptionally good at it. I had a rather petite frame, standing 5' 2" with 31B-21-34 measurements. I had nearly-flawless, glowing peach skin, that made most other women envious, shimmering blonde hair and luminous cerulean eyes. In addition to my modest sized waist, I had shapely and firm, but not excessively so, breasts, legs, hips, and glutes. Unfortunately, most of the men who hit on me, and let me tell you, there was a lot of them; they all fell short of the high mark that my father set, as he was in my mind, the most beautiful man in existence.

Heimdall, despite having something of a dad bod, was no slouch. He worked out like a beast, although he pretty much always bulked and rarely cut, resembling an off-season Olympian bodybuilder. All-in-all, his figure was very impressive for one in his mid-to-late fifties. We were always best of friends, but when I accidentally walked in on him giving an escort a facial, I was driven utterly mad with lust and dreamed about him doing that to me. After that, I always coerced him into skinny dipping in our jacuzzi or showering together, but I pleaded for the sake of "learning about boys and father-daughter bonding," rather than telegraphing my lust for him. He thought nothing of it, even complimented me for being the most beautiful woman he's even seen. I could tell he was sincere, and part of him regretting me being his daughter as there was a part of him that lusted after my goddess-tier body.

Back to my half-brother, Sven, who moved in when we were both 15, after his mother's demise. He was definitely very attractive, but unlike my father, he had exceptionally good luck with women, he had to practically fight them off. He was a dead beat though, getting a D average in school and smoking pot all the time, whereas I was drug free and a straight A student.

Anyhow, this story gets going five months after my 18th birthday, on Sven's birthday as a matter of fact. He brought over some Asian-descended girl he met at the gym, someone who I recognized from college. She, Lenna Tranh, was an extremely attractive lady in her own right, although she stood a few inches taller than I did, and had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, as well as had a more cream-colored complexion. Even though I only attended one class with her in the previous semester, people often whispered about the fact she worked as a professional dominatrix.

They were watching Anime together in the living room, getting cuddly. As I slipped by to get a diet root beer out of the refrigerator, his lady friend noticed my presence.

"So Freya," Lenna blurted out, "One of my exes told me he saw you spreading wide on stage at the Pussy Lounge."

Sven busted into open laughter. "Holy shit, for real? My straight-A, goody-goody sister… Is a stripper?!"

Lena giggled. "So I've been told."

They could both see the look of shock on my face.

"Well, that look says all I need to know," Lenna stated. "Hey, Sven, since you're 18 as of today, we should go check out your sister's workplace!"

I blushed while Sven's jaw dropped. "Uh, why?" He inquired.

"Because she's hot as fuck," Lenna insisted, "Thus I really want to see her naked. If you recall, I told you I'm bisexual."

Sven grinned as he responded, "But, as hot as you though? I don't think you're missing anything compared to when you check yourself out in your full-length mirror."

"That's so sweet of you, hun, but…" Lenna stated, but then she sharpened up her tone and slapped him, hard. "This time, you worthless cretin, I'm not asking as your girlfriend, I'm telling you as your dom!" She then slapped him again. "Do you dare to disobey your mistress?"

He objected no further, "I will obey, Mistress Lillith."

'Mistress Lillith' then abruptly reverted back to sweet Lenna as her face lit up. "So, Freya, are you working today?"

I reluctantly answered, "…Yes, after my 1 PM project management class."

She cheerfully screamed, "YAY!"

Later that afternoon…

Lenna wasted no time, as soon as I got out of the dressing room, wearing a slutty French maid outfit with black fishnet stockings which extended a few inches above the knees. Lenna and Sven were waiting for me at the bar of the strip club, Pussy Lounge, Sven sipping on Sprite, being underage, while Lenna, being 21, was sipping on some Merlot. I shyly walked up to them. "So, um, hey."

Lenna beamed gleefully, "Ah, hun, I'm so ready for you."

I blushed as the beautiful Asian lady was looking upon me with an infernal lust. "So, um, what do you have planned?"

"Well, first of all, I wanna see you work that pole, naked."

"Okay then. Club policy is, I can't take it off until I'm tipped at least $20."

Lenna smirked. "That so? How much do you typically make a day here?"

"A thousand dollars, give or take a couple hundred, typically."

"Not bad, but…" Lenna reached into her purse, taking out $40,000 worth of $100 bills. "This pretty much what I make in a week."

The bar tender, and longtime friend Mack Huang, a short Asian guy who was my best friend since we were in middle school together, although we were two grades apart, had his jaw drop. "Um, do you want some 1's?"

Needless to say, Sven and I were rather dumbfounded as well.

Lenna handed him a couple 100's. "Yes, please."

"So, these are your friends from college?" Mack inquired.

"Oh, right. Lenna, Sven, this is my best friend, Mack. We've been best friends since I was in sixth grade, although he was in eighth at the time."

"Wait, Sven, your half-brother?" Mack gasped.

Sven muttered, "Only here because my girlfriend insisted."

Lenna snapped, slapping him. "That's mistress Lillith, you worm!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Mack chuckled as he handed her 2 stacks of taped 100's from the safe under the cashier station, "So you're a professional dom, I take it?"

"That would be correct." Lenna then turned her attention back to me. "So, what kind of music do you like to dance to?"

I replied, "Mostly Death Metal."

Lenna clapped her hands. "Oh my God, I love death metal! Dying Fetus and Nile are my favorites!"

I gasped, as most people, especially females, did not share my love of brutal music. "You have good taste! I like them, so does my dad."

Lenna purred. "Mmm, seeing as you kids are such sexy slabs of meat, I can only imagine the old man must be one hell of stud."

I briefly had thoughts of my father and I scrubbing each other's backs in the shower this morning, then furiously rubbing my clit after the fact. We looked at each other in silence, and my father's penis was rock hard as he looked at my beautiful body being rocked in pleasure. After I half-screamed as I had an erupting orgasm, I apologized. "Sorry, daddy, I don't know what came over me."

"Eh, better this than sleeping with a random guy I guess, but damn, I'm kinda tempted to rub one out."

"Don't mind me," I offered, "I'm sure it's only natural for guys to that after seeing a beautiful woman finger herself."

Flashforward to the now, I blushed thinking about it. "I guess?"

It was almost as if Lenna could read my mind. "Oh goodness, now I have to meet him!"

Sven rolled his eyes.

"Anyhow, here's a gift for you." Lenna casually handed me a few 100's.

I blushed. "Um, thanks."

Mack suggested, "The manager's pretty cool, if she's throwing around money like that, you could just stay naked all shift long, probably."

Lenna bit her lip before she licked them. "Mmm."

I took a deep breath. "Okay, I guess I'll just go nude all day."

I threw my maid skirt on to the bar, revealing my black g-string. I then unlatched my white and black bra, throwing it on the bar also.

As my brother tried to look away, Lenna grabbed his chin. "Look at this goddess, Sven!" While I was anticipating disgust, I instead retrieved a genuine compliment. "God damn, sis, those are some triple-A grade tits!"

I smiled before I turned around, letting them see my perfect ass, then pulled down my g-string, leaving myself nude, save for black heals, fish net stockings, and a thin, black, silk collar around my neck.

"Mmm, this is the perfect outfit for a female sub," Lenna stated, "And the perfect body for a female sub as well. Don't you agree, Sven honey?"

"Even though she's my half-sister, yeah, I have to agree. You two would make the perfect femdom-femsub pair."

Mack nodded. "I concur completely."

As Lenna looked me over, over and over again, she murmured, "Man, I just want to take off my clothes and make out with you right now…"

"Depending on the circumstances, we actually allow female patrons to go nude here," Mack stated, "Since you got money, but more importantly, since you're smoking hot, management won't care."

"Thank Satan!" Lenna wasted no time getting undressed, starting with her black combat boots, ankle high socks, then medium blue skinny jeans, then her pink tank top, followed by her black bra and black thong. She was then nude, save her black ankle high socks, however she elected to step back into her combat boots.

I admitted to myself, even though I was a 100% straight woman, seeing this perfect 10 of a woman nude in front of me gave me the tingles.

"I have some stilettos you could borrow, our feet are the same size," I offered.

Lenna giggled, "That's generous of you, but as a dom, the combat boots are more fitting."

"I see."

The sexy Asian girl wasted little time, grabbing me between the waist and hips, pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss on the lips. She parted after five or so seconds, but not without feeling up my glutes. That five or so seconds felt like an eternity which left me damn near breathless. "I… never… imagined… This is what my first kiss… Would be…"

Lenna gasped. "Ah, are you a virgin?"

I blushed as I looked away. "Y-yes."

"Well, well, well, I'm gonna have to break you in." Lenna looked to Mack and Sven. "Say, after work, let's check out the large jacuzzi at the DeSade's, and one of you fine gents can film us girls making sweet love.

Mack interjected, "I'm a photography major, so there's that..."

Lenna then had an idea. "REALLY?!"

Mack nodded. "Yeah."

Lenna then laid out her infernal plan, "THAT'S PERFECT! You guys, let's start a porn company!"

And that's how this fucked up story began…