22. Daddy Valentine

by Skye Darrel

  “I don’t remember you spanking Jake!”

  “He never got bad grades.”

  Good point.

  Daddy wipes the hair out of my eyes and holds me for a while. Then he tickles my sides, making me giggle, and we’re back to the way things were before. Back to yesterday. Back to the time before Daddy sat me on his thigh, and I rubbed my pussy on his leg.

  Daddy’s eyes fall on my breasts, bouncing lightly from my laughter, and my giggles die away. He rubs his thumb over my mouth.

  We can’t ever go back.

  I glance down at his cock, and it’s hardening again. Daddy cups my soaked pussy.

  “Again,” I whisper.

  “Not yet.”

  “You’re still big, Daddy.”

  “Don’t worry your pretty little heart, baby girl. I’ll be dipping my cock in your tight pussy every day. I want you to do something else for me. Did you like how Daddy licked your sweet place?” His finger skims over my clit. “When Daddy tasted this little button?”

  “I loved it, Daddy.”

  “You’ll do the same for my cock.”

  Heat flashes in my face, and before the yes leaves my mouth, Daddy is pulling me off the bed. He clears away the clothes littered over the floor and tells me the next time he finds my room so messy, he’ll give me a good spanking.

  I bet.

  Daddy makes me kneel on the soft carpet as he holds his cock at my mouth. He sees my hands fidgeting and hands me Oliver the raccoon. I clutch the stuffed animal to my breast.

  “Hold that while you suck Daddy’s cock. Show me what a good little girl you are.”

  I press my lips together, the scent of Daddy’s musk filling my nose. This is so wrong, and so very hot. Instead of holding Oliver in my hands, I set him down and ride my pussy over the fur.

  Daddy’s throat knots. “Baby girl . . . ”

  “I thought you’d want my hands free.”

  “Open your mouth,” he says sternly.

  I do as I’m told, and Daddy thrusts over my tongue and stops just short of my throat. He’s fully erect, and I fight the urge to gag on his thickness. Daddy pulls back to slide in slower, this time holding my hair. He controls himself just barely. My lips stretch around his shaft as Daddy’s breathing turns ragged. I stroke him with one hand as I suck Daddy’s fat cock.

  “That’s a good girl,” he groans.

  Daddy looks like he’s in heaven. It makes me so hot seeing this strong man throbbing in my hand, moaning for me.

  “Get your hand on my balls, baby. Put your tongue—”

  I push his cock up and hold it against his belly. Showing Daddy my tongue, I lick up the seam in his sac and up the underside of his shaft. One smooth lick that makes his cock jerk and leak cum.

  Daddy starts to pant like when he was fucking my pussy. “Where’d you learn to do that, Princess?”

  The flash of jealousy in his eyes makes me giddy inside. “I dunno.”

  Daddy takes his cock away and tips my chin up. “I’m serious, April. Tell me.”

  “Daddy there’s this thing called the internet, okay? I’m eighteen. I know what oral sex is.”

  “Daddy wants a blowjob. You know what that is?”

  I look up through my lashes and huff. “I’m your little girl. I don’t give blowjobs.”

  A faint smile plays over Daddy’s lips. “Open your mouth, little girl.”

  I obey, and Daddy thrusts in and out, fucking his cock over my tongue as he combs his hands through my hair.

  “Good girl. Daddy should have you do this more often. Open your thighs a bit and play with that naughty teen pussy.”

  I flash my eyes at his dirty words. Daddy bares his teeth.

  “Do it,” he demands. “Show me.”

  Rolling my clit under my fingers, I hollow my cheeks and move my mouth up and down, coating his cock in salvia. Daddy groans softly. His hands in my hair tighten as the pulse in his cock beats faster, the salty taste of him coating my tongue.

  He starts to twitch around my lips, and he pulls back, fighting down his cum. I touch his balls and feel them draw up.

  Grunting, Daddy lifts me in both arms and lays me on the bed. He runs his fingers through my blonde hair and kisses my chin. “I want back in your pussy, baby.”

  “I-I’m ready.”

  “You don’t know what you’re ready for, Princess.”

  He lines up his cock at my entrance and pushes into me. Running his hands over the swell of my hips, Daddy reaches under to grab my ass cheeks.

  I arch up, my legs swinging into the air as Daddy thrusts his thick cock through my juices.

  “Your plump little ass looks like a heart from behind. I’ll be fucking you on all fours soon. Would you like that, baby? Getting my dick hard and dirty?”

  My body bucks up and down in agreement. He thrusts faster and faster, pounding between my legs and grunting in my ear.

  “Such a hot little pussy. I think my cock loves you more than I do, baby girl.”

  “You’re being nasty,” I moan.

  “You haven’t seen nasty.”

  Another hard thrust makes me squeal. Then daddy puts my feet over his shoulders and slams his cock between my rippling walls. His puts his fingers on my clit as he throws his weight into me.

  We cum together in a sweaty heap, our bodies linked by his cock shooting ropes of scalding cum deep in my pussy.

  A long time passes before my heart slows.

  Daddy pulls me into his arms, and I curl up against him and run my fingers down the hard muscles that slab his chest.

  “You have to leave, Daddy. You can’t let Jake find you here in the morning.”

  Now and then, whenever he’s home, my brother has a habit of walking in on me without warning. I’ve lost track the number of times he’s seen me in nothing but panties and a bra. I could’ve kept my door locked, but I never did.

  Daddy kisses my hair. “I’m not letting you fall asleep alone after your first time. Close your eyes, baby. I’ll leave once you’re dreaming.”

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, baby.”

  “I’m skipping class tomorrow.” I feel him tense as I run a finger up his cock. “I want to make you a special dinner for Valentine’s Day. Besides, I’ve earned a day off haven’t I?”

  Daddy lets out a growl. “Just this once. You know what? I’ll take a half-day myself.”

  I smile and curl tighter against his big body. I’ve found my Valentine.

  ◆◆◆

  “Don’t you have school?” I ask my brother.

  We go to the same college ten miles away. I got special permission to live off-campus my first year, but Jake is a sophomore and has an apartment close by. My brother should already be in class.

  He looks up from his cereal. “Don’t you?”

  Jake wears a sleeveless shirt over his boxers. He looks so much like Daddy that the sight of him makes me blush. I turn away before he can see.

  “It’s Valentine’s Day,” I tell him.

  “I’m pretty sure that’s not a real holiday.” He sounds bored already.

  I can’t bear to look at him today.

  We’ve always been close, flirty in an innocent way, and growing up, he let me tag along in everything he did. My brother could make me laugh like no one else. And for a while, I thought I was in love. Not a crush—love. That was so long ago. It all ended the day he moved out for college.

  Still, seeing him now I feel a pain behind my chest. It almost feels like . . . guilt. I push the feeling away.

  “Why don’t you put some pants on?” I grumble.

  “Why don’t you?” He looks at my one-piece swimsuit. “Really stylish, sis. Trying out for the Olympics?”

  “The pool.”

  “Stylish.”

  “Whatever. Stop looking, perv.”

  My brother smirks. “You’re my sister. I can look whenever I want.”

  “That’s not funny.”

  “Look, when you’re done swimming how ab
out we catch a movie? Just the two of us like we used to.”

  “Shouldn’t you be resting that?” I nod at his ankle cast. Jake had a bad tackle at football practice last month, and he’s been on crutches since. Eating and sleeping, that’s all he does. Even his muscles are starting to look soft.

  Stop staring at his muscles.

  “It’s almost healed, sis. I’m fine. Actually it’s kinda great. It’s given me time to think.”

  “About what?” I ask, the strange light in his eyes pulling me in. I sit at the table and cup my chin.

  “How important you are to me,” he says, smiling. He touches my other hand. He tries to sound like he’s joking, but I know him too well. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes, and his hand trembles over mine.

  I tilt my head. “Um . . . ”

  The doorbell rings.

  Jake grabs his crutches.

  “It’s okay,” I say. “I’ll get it.”

  Rushing out front, I’m confused and blushing. I open the door to meet a man holding a bouquet of flowers and chocolate-covered fruits.

  “Valentine’s Day message for April Wheeler?”

  Daddy thought of everything. I take the bouquet and breathe in the sweet scents. There’s a card folded between the flowers.

  “This is from—”

  “I know who it’s from, thank you.”

  I close the door and see my brother hobbling out of the kitchen on crutches.

  “Secret admirer, sis?”

  “Maaaybe.”

  “Who is it?”

  “Not telling.” I pluck off a cherry dipped in chocolate and pop it in my mouth. Dark chocolate, my favorite. “So good.”

  My brother smirks. “That looks expensive.”

  “Wanna try some?”

  “Seriously, tell me who it’s from. Didn’t you break up with Nathan last month?

  “Oh, this is from an older man.” I should just tell him the bouquet’s from Daddy. Nothing weird about that in itself. But my brother’s acting so strange I can’t resist teasing him. “A handsome older man.”

  “Don’t mess with me, sis.”

  “I’m not! You don’t think I can snag a sugar daddy?”

  The smirk on my brother’s face shrivels. He hobbles forward. “What are you saying, April? You really seeing someone?”

  “Um, well—”

  “Read the card,” he says.

  I don’t know what his problem is. Then I open the card and almost drop the flowers.

  “Yeah, sis. Happy Valentine’s.”

  “I love you, your big brother,” I read the card. He’s never gotten me anything on Valentine’s. He told me once that V Day is reserved for people who want to see each other naked.

  “Who’s the older man?” my brother says. There’s no smile left.

  “It—it’s no one.”

  Jake struggles forward on his crutches and backs me against the wall. He drops the crutches and cages me between his arms, standing on one leg. The scent of him makes my heart flip. Raw and metallic, a shade of Daddy and a shade all his own.

  “You’re lying. You’re fucking someone. Who?”

  “You’re not my boyfriend!”

  “Tell me.”

  “Or what?”

  He sniffs my throat. “I’ll make you.”

  A hard shape strains out of his boxers, and my pussy clenches. “Just try it! Daddy’s coming home soon.”

  “I don’t care if he’s standing right behind us. I bet he wants to know too.”

  I can’t speak, my face burning.

  Jake frowns, the suspicion on his face growing. “Does Dad know?”

  I can’t bear the thought of Jake finding out what happened last night. That tight feeling returns to my chest. Guilt and longing and something else. Desire. The thought of my two men together makes me shudder.

  Oh god. But Jake can’t know.

  Then I stare into his eyes, and that crazy feeling I got in Daddy’s study rushes back. Naughtiness, desire. Whatever. It makes me brave. I grab my brother’s crotch, and he flinches.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “What you want,” I say. “This is what you wanted isn’t it?”

  “Don’t try to distract me. Tell me who this older man is.”

  I stroke the length of his erection through his boxers. Jake doesn’t move, doesn’t try to pull away. He leans in closer, his face scrunched tightly. Heat pools between my thighs, and he runs his nose over my throat again, sniffing.

  I haven’t showered since last night, and I’m worried he’ll smell Daddy on me. Rubbing his cock harder, I stick my breasts out.

  “I’m not telling you.”

  “Are you still a virgin?” he snarls.

  I yank his boxers down and slap his cock. Jake winces. I grab him with both hands and stroke furiously, not looking down, holding his gaze. He’s almost thicker than Daddy. I can’t close my hands around him.

  “None of your business,” I say. “Are you?”

  “Yes.”

  My hands stop. I feel something wet leaking on my knuckle. “Y-You are?”

  “I was saving myself. For you.”

  I choke out a laugh. Jake still a virgin? No way. My brother’s always been the jock of jocks, and he never rubbed it in anyone’s face. Girls followed him in flocks.

  Then the second half of what he’d just said hits me.

  “You’re lying,” I whisper.

  “Do I fucking look like I’m lying, April? Do you think I’m lying when I tell you my dick only ever got hard for one girl?”

  I glance down to see his cock drooling cum, bulging with veins.

  “Take off your swimsuit,” Jake says. “I want to see you.”

  My chest squeezes. I reach behind for the zipper and slide it down. Jake’s eyes follow every movement. I slip out of the one-piece and stand before him nude, my nipples puckered, my pussy glistening.

  Jake rests on his good foot and reaches between my thighs. He hesitates, then rubs my folds slowly until he finds my hard clit. “I know what this is.”

  A moan leaves me.

  “Whoever touched you is fucking dead, sis.”

  “I doubt that.”

  He pinches my nub, and cream seeps out of my pussy. Jake smears it over his palm. “What’s this, baby sister? Your girl juice? Your sweet, hot cunt? Or is it your piss?”

  I slap him hard across the jaw. “You know what it is.”

  “You’re wet for me, April.”

  “And you’re hard!”

  “I’ve always been hard for you. Since my dick could stand I’ve been hard for you.”

  “Stop talking like that!” My heart rattles. “It’s disgusting!”

  “You don’t really think so. You’re dripping, little sister.”

  I whimper.

  Jake plants both feet on the ground, cast and all. He lifts me in his arms and carries me to the sofa, grunting, suffering for me. Tossing me on the cushions, he bends over me and strokes his massive cock over my breasts.

  “I’m going to sit down,” he says. “Get on top of me. I don’t care who’s been in you before but today I’m claiming you.”

  He sits and hauls me over his lap, straddling me above his hard cock. “I love you, sis.”

  My body throbs as the soreness from yesterday leaves my pussy, smothered by fresh heat. My brother holds up his erection and waits as I settle over him, my folds clinging to his tip. He rubs my clit back and forth, teasing out more wetness that trickles down the trunk of his cock.

  I sink and take him into me, the sharp stretch in my walls making me moan.

  “You’re so fucking tight, sis. What’s the matter, your sugar daddy has a pencil dick?”

  I slap his jaw again. Jake spits and smacks my breasts.

  “His cock is bigger than yours!” I shout.

  Jake flashes his eyes, squeezing my clit between two fingers. “Yeah?”

  “Yes!”

  “Do you love him?”

  “I—I d
o.”

  “Do you love me?”

  I bite my lip. I’ve always loved my brother, but Daddy will always be my daddy. “It’s different.”

  “You’re gonna ride my cock. Did he teach you how, sis? Did he teach you how to please a man?”

  I swing my hand back to slap him again.

  Jake snatches my wrist mid-swing. “I don’t give a shit anymore, I need to feel you. Ride my cock and cum for me. We’ll see if he still loves you when you have my seed in your cunt.”

  “He’ll always love me,” I moan, rolling my hips like I did on Daddy’s lap last night. Pleasure crawls up my walls, and I loop my hands around my brother’s neck. “I’ll always love him.”

  “I’m gonna change your mind, April. I’ll show you who you belong to.”

  My brother locks his hands around my waist, his hard cock splitting me open. Thrusting up, he holds me down, every inch of him plunged into my heat.

  I twist my hips back and forth, side to side, my slick walls gripping his cock. Every move, every turn brings a new sensation that makes me gasp. The lips of my pussy are swollen and stretched around the bottom of his shaft. My juices grease every movement, and I feel a hot trickle that’s about to burst.

  “You’re doing good, baby sister.”

  “Shut up.”

  He reaches around and hooks a finger into my asshole. “You like that?”

  I squeal, falling into him. I’m shaking out of control. His finger curls up in my passage as his cock pushes on the roof of my pussy. My world blurs at the edges.

  “Has your older man been back here?” my brother growls.

  I can’t speak.

  “Looks like no,” he says. “Looks like it’s the first time you’ve had someone open your ass.”

  My orgasm explodes in hot shards that slice through my belly. I gush on my brother, my pussy clenching and my asshole pulsing around his finger. Pleasure wrenches through my guts, and I fall over his shoulder panting for breath.

  Jake shudders under my breasts and his cock jumps so hard I feel his cum spew out to flood my channel.

  “Don’t move,” he groans. “Lie on my chest, stay on my cock.”

  His heart beats in my ear, and I’ve never felt so close with anyone. Not even with Daddy last night. A long time passes before my body settles, and his cock softens enough to slip out of me.

  When the door opens, I don’t hear it at first. But the crisp footsteps rouse me from the daze. I look over my shoulder to see Daddy’s blank face.