by Izzy Slam
He unbuttoned his leather belt, keeping a watchful eye on me as I nervously licked my lips. By the time his pants dropped to the floor, I was sweating bullets.
Once his shirt was off, I dragged my gaze up his lean chest. He looked so much better than I had imagined. I guess I never put much thought into what he looked like underneath his clothes. I only wanted to feel him on me, and in me.
“In all those dirty fantasies of yours, were you ever sucking my cock, baby girl?”
Oh god, I was. In all of them. “Yes, Granddaddy. Many times.”
“Good. I’ve thought about it, too.” He tugged down his underwear, and his cock fell downward, then sprang back up. I scooted forward on the couch, feeling my juices smear all over the place. Granddaddy stepped close to me and ran his fingers through my hair, fisting my long curls as his cock inched toward my lips.
“Do you like the way it looks?”
“Oh yes,” I answered, nodding.
I reached up and took him in my hand, loving how soft his flesh felt over his erection, like satin over steel. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to taste him. I gave his cock a squeeze, and he fisted my hair tighter as a bead of clear fluid appeared.
“That feels good, baby. So good.”
I swiped the clear fluid away with my tongue. It tasted a little salty and a little sweet, and I decided that I wanted more. So I gave it another squeeze, forcing more to come out.
“Mmm,” he moaned.
I licked it again, and when I did, Granddaddy gave a little thrust. “Suck me, baby.”
I gave him a good lick from the base all the way to the tip before tugging him into my mouth. He hissed and started rocking his hips, forcing his meaty dick in and out of my mouth. It wasn’t long before I was so into it that my entire body moved as I bobbed my head back and forth.
I used my tongue to lick every inch of his length as I sucked him. I came up to lap his crown, then went back in, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Ooooh, baby girl,” he growled, tightening his grip on my long hair.
I finally reached up and touched his sack, feeling the warmth of his testicles on the tips of my fingers as I fondled him.
“Sweet Jesus… you’re going to have to stop, baby. I want to put my cum in your pussy, where it belongs.”
He pulled my head back, releasing my lips from his shaft, and I angled my gaze up at him.
“I want your cum in my pussy, too, Granddaddy.” I leaned back and spread my legs, and Granddaddy got on his knees and held his cock right at my engorged and dripping slit.
“I’m going to stretch you wide and make you cum again, sweet baby.”
“Please do. It’s all I’ve wanted for so long now.” My body was on fire, desperate to feel him take me.
He pressed the head of his cock through my opening, moving his hands to my hips where he gripped me tightly. He moved into me so smoothly, it pulled all the air from my lungs.
He stretched me alright, but it was the most perfectly blissful feeling. Like every part of me was being consumed by the man who had raised me, the man of my dreams.
He moved slowly to start, letting his eyes move over my innocent body. He watched my tits as lightly bounced up and down with each thrust.
I ran my fingers up his smooth chest as he fucked me, and when I felt his finger begin to brush softly over my clit, I bucked my hips.
“Yes, yes … right there,” I purred.
“Baby, your pussy is perfect,” he growled, quickening his movements. “And between that and the perfect blow job you gave me, I’m not going to last long.”
I dug my fingers into the muscles of his chest, edging closer and closer to an orgasm. His cock hit me deep, and his balls were softly striking the bottom of my ass.
“Granddaddy…” I murmured. “Don’t stop…”
I rocked up to meet his thrusts as his finger stayed constant on my clit—circling, rubbing, and switching directions before circling again. His cock was hitting a spot deep inside of me that made me feel like I would melt and explode all at the same time.
“Ahhh, so tight, baby…”
My belly pulled tight as I got closer, and when I finally came, I heard Granddaddy growl like a wild animal.
“That’s it, baby, cum on my cock.”
My pussy contracted in hard pulsations as I vocalized uncontrollably, sinking my nails into his chest. Ripples of pleasure passed over me in wave after wave.
“Oh god, yes!”
Granddaddy tightened his grip on my hips as he slammed into me harder and harder, and when he came, a long grumble escaped his throat. I felt his seed dripping down my opening and along the crack of my ass.
His hands wandered up to my breasts, and he pinched my nipples, electrifying every cell in my body. I put my hands over his and pressed down, not wanting to lose him, or this feeling.
“Did you plant your seed in me, Granddaddy?”
He chuckled as he leaned down, planting a kiss on my lips with a smile. His tongue darted around my mouth, and I kissed him back with hunger. I don’t think I would ever get tired of feeling this way.
“I don’t know, baby. But I definitely dumped a hefty load.”
I gave a few more thrusts, forcing his still hard cock into the depths of my pussy. “Good. Maybe God wants us to have children together.”
He groaned and cupped my breasts, fondling my nipples. “If you get pregnant, I’ll want to fuck you every day.”
“I hope you’ll want to fuck me every day anyway,” I joked.
“Okay, fair enough. If you get pregnant, I’ll want to fuck you twice a day.”
I laughed and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “I think I could live with that.”
“The important part is that those evil thoughts have left your mind, sweetheart.” He leaned down and flicked his tongue over my nipple, sending delicious shudders all through me.
“They are,” I answered. “For now, anyway. But I bet they’ll be back before the end of the day.”
“Guess I better take the cane home with me then. I’d hate to lose this delicious tool.”
“You don’t need the cane to punish me. Just shove that huge cock of yours down my throat, and that will fix me right up.”
Granddaddy pulled me up to a sitting position and kissed me again. “Now you’re speaking my language.”
Now we were speaking each other’s language. And I knew I’d never want to stop.
~The End
Big, Bad Brother
***
I’ve don’t like crowds. Which is exactly why I have to sneak away at my dad’s wedding celebration. And when I find a stranger hiding behind the church, puffing away on a cigarette, I feel an intense connection to him. He’s huge, hot, hunky, and obviously a bad boy, and there’s instant chemistry between the two of us.
But as luck would have it, he’s the son of the bride, making him … my new stepbrother! His eyes are all over me, and soon, his hands. But he has no idea who I am. And I don’t want to tell him. Can’t we have some fun for just a little while?
“Don’t wander too far, Nikki. We’re supposed to meet the officiating pastor in an hour.”
“I won’t, dad. I just need some fresh air. I’ll be back soon.”
I walk out of the church and away from the small group of strangers. Everyone here is a stranger, except for my dad—all family members of his bride.
He had called last night and told me he was marrying his high school sweetheart. Technically speaking, they’re already married—did the deed at the Justice of the Peace a few weeks ago. But apparently Brenda has some regrets and wants a formal ceremony. And he asked me to be a bridesmaid.
He seemed really happy, and I was happy for him. After all, my mom had moved on since their divorce six years ago and snagged a lawyer who treated us both great. My dad did deserve his own happiness.
But attending this ceremony meant getting up at five a.m. this morning, then driving several hours
to his wife’s hometown for a big family breakfast Brenda’s sister planned. And normally that would be okay if I knew someone other than my dad. You see, I kind of have this social anxiety thing. Being around crowds stresses me out. Crowds of people I don’t know just makes it worse. I never know what to say, and I always feel like everyone is looking at me like I’m the dork of the century. One-on-one is okay, but there are at least twenty people here I’ve never met.
All I need is a little break before the wedding rehearsal. A few minutes to let this forced smile melt away and dodge the personal questions from a bunch of people I don’t know.
Next to the small chapel is a building where they have their mid-week socials. And I overheard one of dad’s friends say there were refreshments inside if anyone needed some. What I need is a quiet room and a bed where I can take a nap. That would be perfect.
I walk over to the building and see that they have a few couches and a kitchenette. I walk to the fridge and grab a lemon lime soda, cracking it open and taking a sip, when I hear a loud thump right outside the door along the back wall.
My heart drums inside my chest. I walk to the door and twist the knob, slowly pushing it open. Beyond the building is a long stretch of woods, but when I poke my head out of the door to find the source of the noise, I am face-to-chest with a guy who appears to be huger-than-life. He looks to be about my age with dark hair that falls in waves around his face, stopping just above the shoulder. His short beard is equally dark but well groomed, and his lips … oh god, his lips are sexy as they hold a cigarette. Dark green eyes burn through me as he stares me down.
“Can I help you?”
His voice, guttural deep and mildly irritated, sends electric shivers all through me.
“Uh, I … I heard a noise.”
He raises a brow. “That was probably me, throwing a kick at the door.”
I glance down at the door, as if I’ll see something that confirms what he just told me. “Did it personally offend you or something?”
I laugh at my own joke, but he stares at me like I’m an idiot. Once again, I fail at the funny.
“No, but I can’t kick the person who did offend me, so the door was the next best thing.”
I realize at that moment I should turn around and leave him alone. But for whatever reason, I feel drawn to him. Maybe I can tell he’s an outsider like me. So, I step outside into the sunshine as he takes a drag off his cigarette, letting the door close behind me. And when I’m on ground level with him, I realize just how big he is. The guy must wear XXX-L size shirts because the one he’s wearing, all black and skin tight, is stretched and frayed at the edges. He’s not particularly muscular like a body builder, but he’s thick and wide, his fingers like meaty sausages. I wonder how the rest of his body compares.
“I’d like to kick this situation I’m in right now.”
“Here, have a puff of this. It’ll make you feel better.” He passes the cigarette my way, and I eye it longingly, actually considering taking up smoking.
“I better not. That’s all I need is to get addicted to nicotine.”
He lets out a deep, throaty laugh. “It’s not a cigarette. It’s a joint.”
One more quick look at it, and I realize it does appear slightly narrower than a cigarette. I’ve never been around anyone smoking either all that much, so it’s hard for me to tell the difference.
“Can’t you smell it?”
I stick my nose up in the air and sniff. “I guess it is a little skunky. Pew.” I curl my nose and he laughs again.
“That’s why you need to smoke it. You won’t notice the smell then.”
“I’ll pass, but thanks.”
He flicks the end of it with his finger, then sets it inside the hole of a cinder block resting on the ground.
“That’s cool. So, you here for the wedding or just to worship the Lord on this fine Saturday?”
He rubs his hands together and scans me up and down. Suddenly, I feel a little self-conscious in my jean shorts and frilly short-sleeve blouse. I laugh softly and run my fingers over the lip of the soda can.
“I’m here for the wedding.” I don’t feel like going into the details, so I ask him the same question. “How about you?”
He nods. “I offered to come early and help out. But now I think that might have been a mistake.”
“Oh? Why is that?” I take a sip of my drink as he looks off into the distance and clenches his jaw.
“Got a speeding ticket on the way here. Now my mom is texting me, wondering where the hell I am. I don’t feel like going over there.”
“That sucks.”
He shakes his head, and I can tell that he’s really frustrated. “Well, that’s my situation. But there’s not much I can do about it, so I’m just over here trying to take the edge off.”
“Is it working?” I nod toward the cinder block, and he glances me up and down once more.
“Yeah. It is. But having some nice company helps too.”
He moves closer to me and slides his hands in the back pockets of his faded blue jeans. “What’s your name?”
“Nikki.”
“Hi, Nikki. I’m Ridge. Son of the bride.”
I feel heated goose pimples sizzle across my flesh. “You’re … you’re Brenda’s son?”
He gives me a curious look. “Yeah. And you must be—don’t tell me, let me guess—my mom’s best friend’s daughter, home from college?”
“Uh, actually …” Before I can finish my sentence, his phone beeps three times.
“Hold on one second. I have to take this.”
He turns his back and walks a few paces away to answer his phone. “Yeah? … great … I can be there in a few minutes … alright, see you in a few.”
He flashes me a smile while sliding his phone in his pocket. “Gotta run an errand. Wanna come with me?”
“Oh, uh…” I glance over at the church, wondering if I should get my dad’s permission. If he came looking for me… “How long will you be gone?”
He tosses a dismissive wave in their direction. “Don’t worry. We’ll be back in plenty of time for the wedding. Those jokers won’t even notice we’re missing. Come on. I’ll show you around my hometown.”
I give it some thought for a few seconds. Taking off like this at an important event without telling anyone goes against the grain of everything I was taught. I mean, this guy is a complete stranger. But at the same time, he’s technically my stepbrother. So, he’s not really a stranger. If dad gives me grief for this, I’ll just say I was with my big brother.
My big, bad, sexy as hell brother.
“What the hell. Let’s go.”
***
“You mind waiting here?”
Ridge looks at me with concern on his face. I think it’s sweet. “Not at all. I actually prefer waiting.”
He flashed me a smirk. I think he could relate. “Antisocial. I like it.”
I start to explain myself, but he hops out of the car before I can say anything, walking around to the passenger side and leaning through the window. “I’ll be back in less than five. Feel free to play some tunes if you want.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
His eyes drift down my legs, then back up to my face. I feel tingles, knowing that he’s probably got the hots for me. I should tell him that we’re family now. But I’m enjoying the hungry looks too much.
Ridge smiles and walks up to the house, disappearing inside moments later. I turn the keys in the ignition one click, then find a station with some country music. I then check my phone to see if my dad has texted me yet, wondering where I am.
Not a peep. Figures.
Minutes later, Ridge comes back to the car, smoking a real cigarette this time.
“Where to now, little Nikki?”
Shit. He still doesn’t know who I am. I should tell him.
Later. I will tell him later.
“It’s your hometown. You tell me?”
He twists in the seat to face me, darting h
is gaze back and forth between my eyes, like he’s looking for some secret. He points his finger in my direction. “You like ice cream, I can tell. Double scoop, vanilla and chocolate, sugar cone.”
My eyes light up. “How’d you know?”
He shrugs. “Lucky guess. I know the perfect place. And if we go now, we’ll beat the lunch crowd.”
I start giggling as he takes off. I can’t believe how much fun my new brother is. And how fucking hot. God, a part of me wishes he wasn’t my brother. I feel guilty crushing on him, but I can’t help it.
“By the way,” he says, putting his huge hand on my leg, practically dwarfing me. “Help yourself to what’s inside the glove box if you want a little buzz before the wedding.”
Curious, I open the compartment and see a half-empty bottle of vodka. “Oh wow. Are you even old enough to drink this?”
“I’m twenty-two. How about you?”
“I’m only nineteen. I better not.”
He lets out a chuckle. “Fuck, you really are a good girl, aren’t you?”
I look his way guiltily, but he has that same needy look in his eyes.
“I try to be,” I tell him.
“Damn. That’s sexy as shit.” He takes his hand and gently brushes my cheek, and warm shivers pass through me.
I bite my lip and smile at him, wondering what he kisses like, among other things. I’ve only been with one other guy, and he was a total player. Didn’t go down on me or even ask if I came. The whole thing was over with in about five minutes.
But Ridge seems like the kind of guy who would take his time. Maybe I’m just dreaming because I know I can never be with him. He’s flirting with me pretty hard right now, but as soon as he finds out I’m his stepsister, he’ll be horrified. I don’t even know if he’ll forgive me.
But for now, I don’t really care. This is too much fun. Besides, my pussy is so wet right now, and the way he’s touching me will just make me cum that much harder when I masturbate tonight.
He takes the drive-through to get my ice cream, ordering himself a burger and fries. He asks if I want any real food, but I tell him the ice cream is plenty. And the moment it’s in my hands, I immediately give it a lick before Ridge looks away. I feel a little awkward and slutty at the same time. But the look on his face, well, I can tell he’s enjoying it. When he pulls into a parking spot near one of the picnic tables at the end of the lot, I pass the ice cream his way.