The Consanguine Honeytrap Ch. 04

Author's Note & Trigger Warnings

This is the 7K+ words fourth chapter, and the end of the first half, of the novella of the same name. A rich girl that has discovered she has a poor illegitimate half-brother is executing a plan to get intimately close to him, before their mutual father can seek a rapprochement with the boy of his own. That way, she hopes to be the one that holds all the social emotional cards, and is able to control how the putative father-son relationship develops, if she allows it to develop at all. So far her plan of getting close to her half-brother is working flawlessly, except for the fact she is finding him--who is ignorant of their consanguine relationship and whom she wants to hate--both a very hot and a disarmingly kind suitor. Regardless, she continues to move ahead with all the skills of an expert femme fatale, in seducing, harming, and subjugating her--quickly turning boyfriend-- half-brother. Reaching in this chapter a point where she is ready to take their sexual, romantic, and power relationship to the next level.

This is thus a femdom romance incest story that differs from the great majority of vanilla romance incest stories on this site in both its tone and tenor. In case that three chapters in you have not found out yet, IF THE KINKS AND FETISHES OF FEMDOM TEASING, HUMILIATION, AND DENIAL ARE NOT YOUR THING, THIS STORY LINE IS NOT FOR YOU. Read something else instead. If the triple intersection of femdom, romance, and incest however is appealing to you, I hope you read and enjoy.

This is likely the last chapter of this story in the Incest section of this site, as for the second half, chapters are more likely to be posted in either the Fetish or BDSM sections instead.

Chapter 4

The day following her city date with Richard, Ashley found herself back home with a friend, Katherine, or Kat, ready to acquire her second informant among her father's "Richard team". David MacDonald was Ashley's father top attorney for family matters, and was the second ranked partner in his law firm. Unlike Charles Miller, Ashley's banker, David would certainly be in the know before her father did anything like approach Richard for a meet. But also unlike Charles, David was an older, wiser man that would not be stupid enough to even entertain a tryst with his best and most powerful client's daughter, and Ashley knew that. Oh, David MacDonald was lecherous prick alright, like all the men that surrounded her father, and he certainly had a thing for college girls less than half his age that could be his daughters. In fact, Ashley was all but certain he had a thing for college girls that looked almost exactly like his own daughter. Tall but petite bodied, vaguely redheaded, with a bit more of an ingenue princess look as opposed to her own femme fatale princess one. And that is where her friend Kat fit in like a T. One of her loyal wannabes to her own queen bee. One of the three other girls that had accompanied her as wing woman the night she met Richard, And now a girl she was all but going to whore out to her father's attorney, as bait for the snare she intended to entrap David MacDonald in.

So it was that Saturday afternoon, feeling like a cross between a high class madam and high stakes spymaster with the heady rush that came along with that, that Ashley found herself with Kat playing a game of tennis at her family's country club. When David, and another middle aged attorney that she vaguely knew about, not coincidentally entered the court besides them to play a game of their own. Expecting it, Ashley felt when David's and his friend's eyes felt upon her and her friend. And she spared a second from her game to turn her gaze towards her father's trusted man and agent, and smile and nod at him, before returning her attention to her game with Kat.

That day both Kat and her were dressed to entice. In fact, she had lent some of her own clothes to Kat to make sure she was up to the task. Both girls sporting white tennis skorts that were short enough to just about frustrate the male gazes that fell upon them, but only just. Slim fit tennis polos each, baby blue for Ashley, baby pink for Kat, that left little of the contour of their nubile young breasts to the imagination. And practical but flirty pony tails that swung around with their runs and hops across the court, together with flirty makeup to match. Both of them looking as upper class preppy as they looked tastefully slutty. Added to the fact that Kat was one of those girls that naturally, without any coaching, emitted little orgasmic-like yelps every time she hit the tennis ball, and Ashley could feel the two middle aged men in the court besides their own were more focused on her game, and its players, than their own. And she knew that David was all but fallen, if her friend Kat could deliver on what was expected of her. So Ashley made a point to tune the tempo of her game with Kat to finish at about the same time as the two middle aged men besides them. And the two delectable girls walked out the court gate at the same time as the two lecherous older men did.

"Hello David."

Ashley said addressing her father's attorney, cracking him and his friend an irresistible smile.

"Hi Ashley. Pleasure to see you. Home for the weekend?"

Replied the older man.

"No, just today. I had promised my friend to show her around the club some time back. And had not delivered up till now. This is Katherine, or Kat really, by the way. Kat, this is my father's attorney, David. And..."

"Aaron."

"Yes, Aaron! I remember now. You have helped my father on the corporate side as well!"

"Good memory, young lady."

Said Ashley, and the men replied, as she introduced Kat to the men, and the men to Kat. Kat, in the meantime, having been instructed in no uncertain terms she was to make herself totally approachable, and accommodating, smiled a 1000 watt smile at David and his friend. And said.

"David, Aaron, nice to meet you! Good game you gentlemen played. I like your serve, David. It is very powerful."

"Well thank you Kat. You play a good game yourself. And do it with exquisite grace."

Answered David, as he all but salivated at the young, pretty strawberry blonde that reminded him of his own daughter. Ashley thought so far it was all going splendidly, as she walked on the outside of the foursome to make sure Kat stood besides David. To make sure David could feel the presence of her friend well within his personal space. Even as both girls continued to sway their ponytails, and their hips, as they strutted down the country club path.

"So David, where did you learn to play like that? Were you a competitive player before you became an attorney?"

Asked Kat.

"Ha! I wish, but no. Thank you though."

Answered the older man, as he felt his manhood grow in tandem with his masculine ego, from the attention and admiration of the young, pretty thing.

"Oh! Too bad. Though one could never tell. You have the arms, and shoulders, of a tennis player!"

Good job Kat! Though Ashley, as she smiled and added to the atmosphere of two young pretty things giving the two middle aged men a good time.

"Well, you flatter me. But you, Kat, do even better. You play like a pro, but do it with graceful body of a ballerina."

And Kat merely gave the 50 something man an enigmatic smile. Then Ashley interjected.

"David, sorry to ask. But I actually have to go to another engagement for a couple of hours. Was planning to leave Kat to explore by herself and then I would come back. But, since you are here, are you available to escort my friend for a bit? Keep her out of trouble?"

And David answered.

"But of course! Aaron has to be elsewhere now as well. And I gladly will escort this lovely lady till you come back."

"Perfect! Thank you David. I'll make sure to tell my father how much of service you always are."

And touching the older man in the chest, gave him a 1000watt smile of her own. Then she kissed each cheek of her friend, and after adding.

"Have fun Kat! I will text you when I am on my way back. Goodbye gentlemen!"

Turned heel and walked away from the other three.

And Ashley was delighted her plan was going exactly as plotted. Even though she and Kat would be back on their way to their college town that night--Ashley had a soccer date to keep with Richard the following morning after all--Ashley had reserved one of the club's suites for herself for the afternoon. A place for herself and Kat to change and shower and so forth in lieu of the more public club facilities. And Ashley had let Kat know that after a little flirting, she was to lure the older man there... and give him whatever he wanted. Then Ashley would make David her bitch.

Ashley actually went to the room herself first. Took half an hour to shower and change out her tennis clothes. She knew Kat would not be back that first half hour. Then she left the room, but left behind a secret surprise for David. Ashley actually had nowhere to be, so she stayed in the club, but somewhere she knew the December-May couple would not go. Then she turned to her phone, booted a very special app, and watched her screen while listening through wireless earphones for the next hour. Till she was satisfied with what she had seen and heard, and then she headed back.

When Ashley finally reentered the suite she had booked, she walked exactly onto the erotic tableau she wanted. Both Kat and David naked, Kat resting her pretty strawberry blonde head on the older's man chest, in the embrace of two post orgasmic lovers.

"Well hello David! I see you have gone above and beyond in hosting my friend!"

Said Ashley. And David responded.

"Oh, Ashley! It is not two hours yet. Never mind, I will be out of your way."

"Well not so fast David. You and I are going to have a talk first. Kat, why don't you freshen up while the gentleman and I have a little talk?"

Added Ashley. And Kat responded.

"Of course."

As she got up and headed to the bath suite to shower and get dressed and give her friend some privacy.

The middle aged man looked at the exquisite almond blonde with amber eyes, the daughter of his best client, with some apprehension. But David was not a man that was easily intimidated, so as he got dressed, he merely asked.

"What do we have to talk about?"

"My father's special family project."

"What project?"

"Oh come on, David! Do not play dumb with me! Let's cut to the chase. Not only am I witness of what just happened here. I have video of it too. From that wifi camera over there. Say hi to it. And let me share with you this little clip."

Said Ashley, as she texted a 1hr media file to the 50 something attorney from her phone.

"I'll tell you what you'll see. Excellent profile shots of you and Kat fucking like rabbits. Old, fat slob that you are, and the gorgeous 20 year old you could never have unless you paid for her. I'll tell you what else. There are shots when you cover her face with your ugly mug, where the only thing you can see from Kat is her body, and her hair. And it just about looks like it is Jess, your own daughter, that you are fucking."

David was now seething with anger. But he merely spat out.

"Ashley, what do you want?"

"I want you to keep me abreast of anything my father does in reference to that family project."

"I can not do that. Your father is my client, not you. And he is a very powerful client."

"David, it is not my father you have to worry about. My father will never know it was you who shared. And my father is not going to ruin your precious little family. But what will your wife, or daughter, think if they saw this video?"

And David's anger only increased. But even as his mind raced, there and then he was failing to see how he could get an upper hand over the 21 year old extortionist. He might find a solution later, but for now he just spat.

"Exactly then, what do you want?"

"As I said. I am sure if my father is going to try to get in contact with... the bastard...he will reach out to you first. I want you to let me know before you are even done talking with him. Even if my father is not doing anything, I want you to report to me such every week. And to be clear, failure to keep me abreast of any activity or inactivity, your wife or daughter might have some new home video to watch and listen to."

"If I do that, how do I know you won't hold the video over me indefinitely?"

"You do not. But my only interest is my father's bastard. Once that is over, it is over for you."

And Ashley smiled at the feeling of having a middle aged fox like David by the metaphorical balls. Then she added.

"Do we have a deal?"

And despite his distaste, David nodded.

"What was that? I did not hear anything."

Said Ashley. And looking like he was going to have a stroke, David spat.

"We have a deal."

And Ashley sang in turn.

"Good choice David! Now get out of my suite!"

And the older man, that was fully dressed by now, walked out with his tail literally hanging limp between his legs, and his masculine pride and ego, no better than that. While Ashley felt the exhilaration of having secured her second mole.

*****

As Richard huddled together with his team in the field side locker rooms hut, hearing their coach give his pep talk, his mind was really all with Ashley. It had been little more than a week since he had met that girl, but she had him completely captivated by now. She was stunningly beautiful, and smart, and a true American princess. But she also seemed very interested in him. Genuinely interested in him. And he had never imagined a girl like her would take an interest in a boy like him. In him. Even if her interest did seem to manifest itself in a bipolar way. One minute making him feel like in a socio-sexual paradise. The next in socio-sexual hell. In his mind that only made her more captivating. Even as he had always told himself he would stay well clear of girls that it hurt to have a crush on, to fall for. Richard felt he could not help it. He wanted to get closer and closer to Ashley. And be with her.

"Ok team, this is just a friendly game, but we play every game like it is the final at the world cup!"

Said Richard's and his friend's coach.

"They have very strong forward. So our defense is going to have to play even stronger. They have an ever stronger defense. So our forward will have to play even stronger still. Keep the game fluid. Work for ball possession and keep passing the ball to your team. That team, whenever a single opponent hogs the ball, they take the ball. So keep passing forward and supporting each other. And do not ever let them get the ball within shot of Gary's goal."

The coach continued, as Richard's friends listened, but Richard himself zoned out with thoughts of Ashley.

"We are playing on our homefield. So there is absolutely no reason why we should not crush it. Just keep your eye on the ball and anticipate. Both your team and the other team. Is that clear?"

Ended the coach. To an almost military chorus of.

"Yes coach!"

From Richard's team. Except Richard, who just about mumbled the retort as a love sick puppy with his mind elsewhere.

When Richard and his team made it to the field, the first thing Richard did was scan the bleachers for his crush. And he was not disappointed. As near the very top sat Ashley, shining bright like the Princess she was, surrounded by three girlfriends which she had brought as wing women, as entourage, like the day they hard first met.

Ashley was off the charts alluring as usual. In provocative wedge sandals, low rise jeans, and a white tube top, all of which provocatively bared most of her exquisite feet, shoulders and midriff. Moreover, even from the field Richard could see she was nicely made up. And that she had a version of one of those hairdo's he really liked on her. What Richard thought of as a "princess" or "bridal" hairdo. What he did not know was called a half-up half-down. And even though her friends, and some other girls in the bleachers, were pulling the trophy fangirl look nicely too, Richard though as usual Ashley was doing so head and shoulders above the rest. And he could not help but puff up with pride thinking that girl had come for him. Even more so when she cracked a very bright stadium lights smile at him, and very theatrically blew him a kiss that half the members of both teams saw. And Richard was smitten, as usual. Unfortunately for him, he never really refocused his attention on the game that began with a whistle from the referee.

Richard's team kick-offed the game. And in fact Richard was the third to get the ball after Don, a fellow striker, passed the ball to Richard's good friend Matt, a midfielder, who passed it on to Richard. Who lost it quickly to an intercept from one of the opposing team's midfielders. That was a quick and unwarranted loss of ball possession for Richard, who was embarrassed by it as it was clearly below his usual game. And yet the first thing he did was look at the beautiful Ashley in the bleachers. Who merely smiled and flipped her exquisite almond blonde hair at him. And it really only went south for Richard from then on.

Normally these two teams where evenly matched. But ten minutes in it was clear ball possession and goal opportunities were increasingly being racked up by the away team, not the home team. As Richard team's had a star striker's head elsewhere, and a few other players were less but also somewhat distracted by the striker's new stunning girlfriend and her friends. A mere twenty minutes in and Gary faced two opposing strikers and a midfielder all but alone, one of whom feinted a goal shot only to change the angle of attack by passing the ball to another. Exploiting an opening that Gary could not plug, and Richard's team was down 0-1 twenty minutes in, on their home field.

Even that would not have been a problem if Richard's team would have been able to strike back. Yet once that Richard's good friend Luis, his team's star defender, managed to steal the ball from the opposite team and do a beautiful almost field length pass at Richard, Richard failed his team again. As he did not even see the ball coming until it was just a couple yards in the air away from him, about to land by his feet. As Richard's eyes had been fixed in between Ashley's long slim legs. As the beautiful girl that unbeknown to Richard was his half-sister, did a casual ballerina type split-cum-stretch high on the bleachers that would have distracted any man, but was primarily intended for her half-brother's benefit. After landing by his feet, Richard did not keep possession of the ball for a full second, before one of the opposing defenders stole it from him. And a great goal shot opportunity was lost, squandered, by the lust sick boy.

By the time the halftime whistle rang, Richard's team was down 0-2. And half of its members, led by Gary the goalie, were incensed at the other half, but primarily Richard, for clearly being below their game. And their coach encapsulated that feeling when he began to bark at the team of boys standing on the side of the field by their bench when he said.

"What the hell is that! Eyes, and mind, on the ball, your teammates, and the opposing team. Not the pretty girls on the bleachers. I do not care if they are crown princess of the Netherlands or America's next top model!"

"Yep! That is an accurate description of Richard's new girlfriend."

Inserted snarkily Gary, even before the coach was done speaking. Who then added.

"Gary, I am not done talking. But yes, you are one of the few up to your game. And yes, you Richard, these guys' defenders have an easier time taking the ball from you this game than they have stealing candy from a toddler! So keep your eyes and head in the game. Or we'll have to introduce a no WAGS rule here."