My Best Friend's Brother's Secret Baby (His Secret Baby Book 7)

by Jamie Knight

  He put an encouraging hand on my shoulder.

  I sucked him as hard as I could, finally making him explode in my mouth, his huge load filling me up in a way I had never imaged, a good bit of his cum going down my throat before I had even had a chance to swallow.

  I could hardly believe that it was possible for a man to cum that much but he had. Keeping a hold of his shaft, I licked the head clean and then lifted his cock gently, giving his balls some sweet love with my mouth and tongue for the beautiful gift they hand given me.

  Logan put a hand under my chin, tilting my head back and making me look at him. He kissed me on the lips, gently slipping me his tongue. We made out again as I stroked his cock and he massaged my pussy, both recovering from the sheer intensity of what had just happened.

  Soon enough, Logan put both hands on my shoulders and eased me back into a lying down position. My hand slipped down to the end of his cock but I held firm. I wasn’t ready to let go yet.

  Taking me by the hips, Logan pulled me down towards him, so my ass was at the end of the bed. He opened my legs and spread them pretty wide, putting my knees up over his elbows so it was a direct line from his cock to my pussy.

  I stroked his cock a few times in anticipation before he dove forward, my hand sliding back up to the base, and he touched the head of his cock against my pussy. He indulged me a bit, letting me stroke the head against my pussy lips a few time before I slid it in.

  His cock felt even better than I had imagined. It was only the head, but I still felt filled up like I never had before. He pushed in even deeper, my pussy walls stretching out in his wake.

  I cried out in pleasure, not expecting it to feel that good. There was a bit of pressure, when he pushed through a new bit, but that was all, and even that felt pretty good. If a bit intense.

  There was a sudden, sharp pain and I cried out. I knew he had reached my cherry. He stopped for a moment, kissing me tenderly.

  Then, with great care, he pushed through, popping my cherry, kissing me all the while. I hadn’t cried like I thought I would. The pain hadn’t been nearly as bad as I was told it would be, growing up. I suspected the adults were just trying to scare me out of having sex before marriage. One of the biggest sins there was.

  I wasn’t sure how being married before being fucking for the first time was supposed to make it any better but I believed it just the same. Except that it really had been bullshit. It hurt a bit, yes, though that was at least partly down to the sheer size of Logan’s cock. And even then, it hadn’t hurt a lot and before I knew it it was over. My virginity was gone and the pain subsided.

  He stayed inside me for a long time after popping my cherry. Not moving, just being there.

  Finally, after what felt like hours, he started to move again. Pumping my pussy slowly, letting things build, eventually building up to the point that he was fucking me. Pounding his cock into my pussy, the headboard slamming into the wall so hard it would have cracked if it wasn’t made of marble.

  I grabbed his hips with my hands and held on, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream and make him stop. I didn’t want him to stop. If anything, I wanted him to fuck me harder, if such a thing were even possible.

  He fucked me for nearly half an hour. I could hardly believe his stamina. Not that I minded, especially as it meant that we came at basically the same time, me reaching the peace of my orgasm at the same time as he filled my pussy with his cum.

  He leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back, unable to stop myself. It was passion at that point, as opposed to pure lust. He moved to pull out but I stopped him.

  "No, please, stay in me. I want you in me," I begged.

  "I intend to be," he said.

  "W-what?" I asked, confused.

  Logan gently pulled out of me and leaned down so his mouth was next to my ear.

  "Turn over," he whispered.

  A tremble ran through me then. I had wondered about anal sex. Even fantasized about Logan doing it to me. Fucking me in my tight little asshole, taking my ass virginity as well as my

  pussy virginity, but I never thought it would happen.

  "Okay," I said.

  With his help, I turned over onto my belly, staying in more or less the same position that I had been before, only now my knees were on the edge of the bed. My ass was in the air, with both my asshole and pussy exposed and open.

  Logan put a hand on my ass, massaging it sensuously. I jerked a bit at first, really not used to being touched there but then I relaxed soon enough. I loved the feeling of his big, warm hand heavily on my skin. I hummed contentedly.

  When I was relaxed, he spread my ass and massaged my asshole with his thumb, staying on the outside. He bent down and licked my pussy while he did it, causing the most delicious sensation.

  Soon enough, he moved his tongue up to my ass, slowly licking from my pussy and up over my asshole before finally setting it in my ass, giving it gentle swirls with his tongue, like he had done with my pussy earlier. He slid three fingers into my pussy, more than I'd ever had before, and started to rhythmically finger fuck me while he licked, bringing me to a huge orgasm.

  I collapsed onto the bed, putting my ass even further up into the air. He kept hold of my ass, squeezing it hard enough to make me feel it. I gasped with pleasure, and pushed back harder into his hand.

  He squeezed and massaged my ass until I was again relaxed, coming down from my orgasmic high. I had heard from other girls that he was good, though I really had no idea.

  Keeping one hand on my ass, Logan reached over to the night-table by the bed, pulling out one of the nicely embellished drawers.

  "What's that?" I asked, seeing him take something out of the drawer along with a bottle of lube.

  The thing looked kind of scary.

  "It's called a butt plug," he said, not seeming to judge me for my ignorance.

  "Oh," I said. I had heard about butt plugs but had never actually seen one, "are you going to -"

  "Yes," he said.

  I let out a long breath, bracing myself. I heard the cap come off the lube and the sound as Logan lubed up the butt plug. Putting the bottle of lube beside me on the bed, Logan spread my ass again, using one hand and touched the tip of the butt plug against my asshole. I gasped but didn't pull away.

  "You okay?"

  "Yeah, it's just cold," I said.

  I braced myself again and he touched the tip against my asshole before pushing it slowly inside. It wasn't bad at all. Just when I was wondering if that was it, he pushed the rest in, making me lower my head and moan loudly.

  He stroked the small of my back as I got used to the feeling of the butt plug completely filling my asshole. Stretching me in ways I'd never thought possible. Though still, it didn't really hurt, feeling pretty similar to when he first put his cock in my pussy before he popped my cherry.

  He got behind me, which I hadn't expected, and pressed the head of his cock against my pussy. Taking me by the hips, he fucked me from behind, pounding me down against the soft mattress, the butt plug still firmly in place, doing its job of stretching me out while adding to the intensity of the pussy fucking.

  I wanted to cry out but stopped myself. I didn't want Logan to know how good it felt. How much I loved it. That I only wanted him to fuck me. That really, I loved him, despite everything that had happened between us in the past.

  He pounded me until I reached orgasm, coming all over the place and clasping onto the bed in a panting heap. He stroked my hair and kissed my back, carefully pulling the butt plug out of me, placing it on the nightstand.

  Turning me onto my side, he bent my legs so that my knees were up against my tits. Getting on his knees, he licked my asshole again, making me moan. As he licked, he picked up the lube, snapping off the cap one handed, replacing is tongue with his thumb as he poured and spread lube over my wide-open asshole. Making sure to get some inside as well.

  I lay perfectly still, too nervous to move in case I did something wrong and messed up the pr
ocess somehow.

  He really seemed to know what he was doing and despite it all, I trusted him. To do that, at least.

  Logan put some lube on his cock as well before pressing the head against my prepared asshole. I shut my eyes and waited. Loving him but desperately not wanting to.

  Chapter Eleven

  Logan

  I looked at Kora laying on my bed, in the exact position I had put her in. I really should have been happier or at least more excited. So full of gusto and joy I could hardly contain myself.

  I guess the years of waiting had taken their toll. That's not to say I wasn't thrilled. Of course I was. I was about to get everything I had ever wanted. Ushering Kora from innocence to experience in every way.

  I guess I had been fantasizing about it so long it was hard to believe it was finally really happening. I would have pinched myself, but it seemed inappropriate under the circumstances.

  I went up to the edge of the bed, putting my hand on Kora's beautiful ass, stretching it out even wider. She moaned softly, flinching slightly.

  Now I finally felt that feeling I think I had been looking for. Euphoria. Love, even.

  This wasn’t just any old conquest like back in the day. This was me finally claiming the woman I had always loved, finally.

  Holding Kora open, I pressed the head of my cock against her well-prepped asshole. I looked at her face for any signs of pain or discomfort but there were none. Keeping her ass open with one hand, I put the lube on the base of my cock and slid my cock into her ass. I was surprised how easily it went in. I had prepared her the best I could, but my cock was pretty huge and as far as I knew Kora was still an anal virgin. It only stood to reason as she clearly hadn't been fucked in the pussy before.

  Either she was being a trooper or butt plugs were even more effective than I had thought. I kept pushing in until half my cock was deep in her sweet little virgin asshole. Still not a peep out of her, or any expression telling me what was going on in her head.

  I wasn't exactly expecting screams of ecstasy and certainly didn't want her in pain, but this expressionless state was pretty disconcerting. I put my hand on her back and felt a chill run up it.

  I still didn't know for sure, but I was almost all the way in before she made a noise. Just the smallest of cries. I stopped instantly and eased off by a couple of inches. Kora relaxed again and seemed contented enough.

  Putting a hand on her hip, I started to, very slowly, move inside her. Pumping my cock in and out of her sweet virgin ass. She may have been quiet when I was first entering, but that fell apart almost as soon as I started to pump her asshole. Her stoicism was now giving way to soft grunts and gasps as I fucked her, forging open a new area on the geography of her hot young body.

  None of the sounds came out as expressions of pain so I I started to fuck her harder, taking hold of her ponytail as I did so. Her sounds turned louder and she started to move along with me, bucking her hips in rhythm with my thrusts, pushing herself down further onto my cock taking even more into her ass.

  I kept gaining in speed, Kora seeming to be enjoying herself, until I was pounding my huge cock into tight little asshole. She reached down and started fingering her pussy as I fucked her. That was when the screams of ecstasy started.

  We came together, Kora actually squirting again, apparently liking anal even more than I had expected. Even with it being her first time.

  A shudder sacked her entire body. I stayed in her ass and stroked her belly as she came down, her breathing slowing down to a steady rhythm. Keeping my hand on her hip, I gently worked my way out out of her ass, Kora making a small moan as the head of my cock pulled three.

  "Are you okay?" I asked.

  "Yes, I'm fine," she said, coldly, pulling away.

  Kora tried getting up into a sitting position but winced and got back on her side.

  "I wouldn't -"

  Kora pushed her way to the end of the bed and awkwardly stood up, having to catch herself on the bedpost to keep from going over. I reacted on instinct, taking her by the waist.

  "I'm fine!"

  I let her go and stepped away.

  "I'm going to head home," she said, picking up her dress.

  "Would you like to stay the night?" I asked.

  "No, I have to go," she said, struggling into her dress, not really able to bend over.

  I helped put her dress on, pulling it down to her thighs, which was really as far as it reached on her.

  "You can lose my number. We both got what we wanted, it's over, right?"

  I couldn't believe what she was saying. She seemed so into it at the time. It wasn't quite like when she said no up on the mountain, but it was pretty close. Worse, in a way.

  I had really hoped things might have changed and I might have had a chance at actually having the relationship I had always wanted with Kora but was too messed up at the time to have. I was stupid to have been so optimistic.

  Life is rarely even that wonderful and the fates had already given me so many gifts. It was selfish to want more, let alone expect it.

  "Okay, yeah, I guess you’re right," I said, "our curiosity is satisfied. It might just be best to end things here and part as friends."

  "Yeah, friends," Kora said, thought there was something in her voice that contradicted what she was saying.

  Not that she secretly hated me. I had heard that enough times over my life to be able to tell the difference. Especially from women. The slight strain in Kora's voice at that moment implied that she would have liked to be more than friends.

  Kora went to the door and left, closing it behind her. A few minutes later she came back, looking a little sheepish.

  "I-I can't find my way out. This place is a fucking maze."

  "You would also have a long walk back to the main road," I pointed out.

  "Yeah," Kora said, not seeming to have thought of that.

  "I'll show you to the door and call the night chauffeur to drive you home."

  "You don't have to."

  "I like to take care of my friends," I said, walking past her and out into the hall.

  I took Kora back into the living room and found her shoes near where we had been sitting.

  "I-I can't - "

  Without a word, I took the shoes back and got down on my knees, slipping on one shoe and then the other, gently lifting each foot by the ankle.

  "There," I said, straightening up.

  "Thanks," she said, not able to look at me.

  I reached out to stroke her cheek.

  She knocked my hand away.

  "No, please."

  "Sorry," I said.

  I pulled out my cellphone and asked Sarah to bring the white limo around.

  "Right," I said, "putting the phone away."

  "Nice knowing ya," Kora said, her heart not really in it.

  "Yeah," I said, not meaning it at all.

  At least not in the context that she meant.

  I opened the front door for her and watched as she went down the stairs, seeming unsure. My conscience got the better of me and I went down to help.

  Kora did not object and I helped her down the stars, the limo arriving just as we got to the bottom. Sarah got out and opened the back door. I helped Kora into the back seat, laying her out on the soft leather. Sarah closed the door.

  "Is she -"

  "She's fine," I said, "just a bit tired. Look after her, okay? Take her right home, up to her door. I mean right up to her door. Don't leave her until she is inside, you get me?"

  "Yes sir," Sarah said.

  I gave Sarah a hundred dollar bill.

  "For your trouble," I said.

  Sarah tried to protest but I would have none of it. Then she thanked me.

  After that, Sarah got into the driver's side and started the limo. I watched the taillights until they disappeared into the darkness, confused as fuck about how such a great time could have turned so sour so quickly and without warning.

  Chapter Twelve

  Ko
ra

  I had heard about fugue states before but had never experienced one. There were few things like a grocery store to bring it out. Especially the produce section.

  I was trying to pick out the prefect honeydew melon. A mission that, aside from my tryst with Logan, ranked as the most excitement I'd had in months.

  "I think you have to smell them."

  I turned to see Megan standing beside me. I knew Megan from the spa. She worked as a relief masseuse, a job description which always made me smile.

  "Really?" I asked.

  "Yup," she said, taking the melon and showing me how.

  "I thought that was just cantaloupes," I said.

  "Nope. I think they might be related. Anyway, this one is good," Megan said, handing me back the honeydew.

  "Thanks," I said, putting it into my basket.

  "Hey, you know Kristen Parker, right?" Megan asked.

  "Yeah," is all I said, not wanting to go into the complexities of it all.

  "I thought so! I'm throwing a surprise party for her birthday tomorrow at her place. You should come."

  "How are you getting in?"

  "Oh, her brother has a key," Megan said.

  "Logan is going to be there?" I asked, my heart sinking.

  "Of course! He is her brother, after all."

  "Right, of course," I said, trying to save what dignity I had left.

  That really wasn't much, after letting Logan take my anal virginity. I couldn't walk straight for a week. Friends had told me about being fucked sideways but I always thought it either referred to the actual position or was meant metaphorically.

  I wasn't ashamed that I had let him. I had felt great and I had gotten rid of both of my cherries at once, which had been my goal for a long time now. But what upset me was how much I had loved it and wanted him to do it again.

  I hadn’t been ready for that level of desired attachment on my behalf. I had felt dumb for making myself so vulnerable for someone who didn’t want to be in a relationship with me.