by Candy Quinn
She noticed as his dick jumped from the natural throb of hot blood flowing to it, that heavy shaft pulsing so hard. For her.
“You are my good little girl. Anything for you baby,” he said with such commitment, such joy, reaching down and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her up so she rested against his bare chest. Her fingers instinctually rubbed over the hard muscle, knitting through the dark hair as he carried her back into his room, and the large, plush bed meant for several bodies at once.
He laid her back out there, discarding his pants as he reached up to her hips, curling his strong fingers into her panties and tugging them down her legs slowly, as if unveiling a very special surprise.
She’d waxed herself for all of those summer beach trips with Samantha, and it made her a bit shy to be so bare before him. Her pussy was swollen with need and her panties still smelled like her orgasm from earlier.
She closed her legs modestly but he nudged her knees apart and made her labia spread for him, showing him his own daughter’s delicate sex.
“This feels weird,” she admitted, having him stare at her so closely, but her nipples were as hard as stones and her hips lifted to him slightly, curiously.
Her father leaned in, kissing upon her soft inner thigh flesh. “It’s perfect baby,” he murmured to her, “You’re perfect.” And his lips worked up her flesh towards that warm slit of hers, the feminine scent of which made him want to ravage her then and there.
It was only by great force of will that he stilled himself, moved up to the source of her heat and lashed his tongue over the puffy labia, so swollen with need.
She exhaled nervously – eagerly – as her eyes went wide.
“Oh-my-god,” she breathed, and she didn’t know if she’d ever felt something more divine than her father licking her pussy. Her hips instinctively lifted towards him again, and gone was her shyness, replaced instead by intense need for him to invade her with his tongue her again.
He cupped her two round ass cheeks with his strong hands, his palms melding to those two mounds as he buried his face into her cunt with a powerful need.
His moist tongue lashed over her slit, pressing against her clit as he moved in a continual motion, tasting her delicate honey and prodding her sensitive little nub to such heights. He was like a lust-crazed animal, groaning against her, making her sex quiver with his needful sounds as he devoured her pussy, his own sex throbbing thickly with such burning need again and again.
She didn’t know if she could take any more. Her brain was shutting down, and her body was electric with sensations, but she wanted him so fucking bad. She needed him, more than anything, and was afraid that if she waited too long then something would happen. They’d change their mind, regret what they were going to do, and he’d send her to her own room, hornier than ever.
But it felt so good, it was hard to want it to be over! Yet she was so eager to feel a cock finally press into her, to take her pesky virginity away.
It reminded her that she didn’t have any condoms, and birth control hadn’t been something she’d wanted to ask her dad for. Though with him between her legs, eating her sweet, virginal pussy, it felt ridiculous that she’d been too shy to ask about protection.
“Daddy!” she gasped, her back arching as her manicured fingers grasped the blanket tightly in her fist.
He growled into her pussy, clenching her ass cheeks in his strong fingers as he rocked his head and devoured her cunt. Those soft, slick folds lashed and lavished by his tongue as he tasted her sweet honey until at last…
Unable to take any more he rose up, licking her wetness from around his mouth as he plunged his massive, hard cock right down into her narrow little cunny. That thick, meaty girth splitting her narrow canal open wide as he let loose such a loud groan of ecstasy. “Oh baby,” he groaned out in such a fit of uncontrollable lust, “daddy needs you so bad!”
She screamed, maybe more out of anticipation that it would hurt rather than true pain. But still, it was only how turned on she was, how much he’d licked her and gotten her wet, that he was able to assault her so quickly with that massive organ.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, feeling him pressed so deep within her virginal cunny, and it throbbed with both need and pain.
Having such a large, virile man as her father inside her for the first time was no small feat. He made her pink little quim tender with his thick girth stretching it so wide around him. It clenched and squeezed his length so tightly and made him moaned uncontrollably.
“God dammit baby… you’re so tight,” he grunted out as he clutched her thighs and lifted them up as he began to pump his hips, sliding that throbbing shaft of his in and out of her narrow little slit again and again.
She was lost to a haze of sensations, her waxed pussy so receptive to his every touch, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. She didn’t hold back her moans, her whimpers, and quickly enough, more screams. Her voice was quickly going raw as she kept screaming for her daddy to fuck her.
It only urged him on to rut into her faster, harder, the smack of his balls against her ass mixing with the sound of his groin striking against her wet cleft. His low grunts and ecstatic groans filled the voids of her cries as he rode atop his daughter with such a fiery need.
“Fuck baby,” he panted, his upper body tense, making his muscles bulge from his biceps down to his abs. “You feel better than any other woman.” His eyes locked downwards despite their need to roll back in pleasure, glued to the sight of her heavy tits jiggling and swaying.
He’d raised her since she was a little girl, and now his cock pummeled into her as she screamed out, “Daddy!” It was so forbidden, but the entire room stank of their taboo coupling.
Her hands grabbed his head, her fingers running through his raven hair as she watched him stare at his own daughter’s tits.
His hard body was coated in a thin sheen of perspiration as he pounded her virginal pussy, and she could feel the tell-tale throbs of his manhood as he approached his own threshold. His eyes at last rolling into his head, forced to look away from the glorious sight of those massive tits.
“Fuck baby… daddy’s gonna cum,” he grunted out, clutching one thigh in his hand as he supported himself on one thick, strong arm, his thrusts growing so erratic as the pleasure overtook him.
She wanted to say no, to warn him that she wasn’t on the pill, but it was too late and something stilled her tongue. She knew how wrong it was, but he was her daddy. How could she say no to him as he pounded into her so deep, bruising her delicate quim as he shuddered above her?
His spine arched and his mouth hung open as he let loose such a noisy groan of satisfaction. His dick twitched wildly as his balls tightened, and he disgorged his thick load into his daughter. Endless streams of virile, creamy seed spewed into her depths, filling her fertile young cunny as her father unleashed all he had with such reckless abandon.
Never once did he think to ask her if it was okay to cum in her, never did he even offer to grab a condom. He was so beyond reasoning with his lust for her, none of that occurred to him as he seeded her loins atop his bed.
Her daddy’s bed.
She held him through it, her own mind hazy with lust and happiness, her body relaxing as he found his pleasure in her. It was surprising to her that his pleasure, more than her own orgasms, was what eased and softened her body and calmed her mind.
He lowered himself down atop her, his chest heaving as he kissed at her face. Tasted her lips in his post-coital bliss.
Men, she thought, so easily regretted their choices in women or moved on after they had their fill, but her daddy…
He kissed her, wrapped his thick arms around her and held her to him tightly. “I love you baby,” he murmured into her ear in a weary, husky voice, still so laden with desire for her. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
She curled into him, nuzzling his face, her nose lightly brushing against his. It was her first time, and she was so glad
she waited for her daddy.
2
Sinful Sibling Desires
By Saffron Daughter
Sara climbed the flight of steps that led up to her step-brother’s apartment with slow and steady strides, and with a smug smile on her face. She would not be the wiry-thin, freckled and bespectacled kid Nick would remember. Not a chance!
She reflected for a moment on why she felt this way. The truth was that Sara was excited to see her brother. In all ways he stood tall. Physically he was over six-foot-four, and he was a track and athletics semi-star. He was lean, muscle-bound, was quick to smile, had straight white teeth… the list of positives went on and on, and with no apparent end. Sara was of course happy for him, happy to see his success.
He was a straight-A student as well; just an all-around great guy that left people seething in his wake. It wasn’t that he was stuck-up; it was that he was so humble about it that drove people mad.
She supposed that she wanted him to see something positive in her, to be proud of her for one reason or another. And now, four years later, she had developed a magnificent body, was sure to get into a fairly good university, and was more of a confident person than she ever had been.
She wanted him to see that, to know that it wasn’t just him who could succeed in life. She wanted him to be proud of her.
In a flash Sara was brought back in time. Memories of when Nick would tease her about her freckles, her wiry-thin body, came flooding into her mind. She laughed when, at random, she remembered how they used to play-wrestle, and how he’d always be a tad too rough. She was always weak and thin, and could never stand up to her brother’s natural athletic strength.
But as she had grown older, and into her body more so that she was no longer simply skin-on-bones, she had turned into a freckled stunner.
She hadn’t seen Nick in nearly four years, and she basked in the thought that he would be so surprised to see her like this. She smoothed her yellow tank with rapid swipes of her hand, and glanced down at herself for a quick check. Her jeans clung to her curves, and her plimsoles gave her an air of casual, hand-waving pizazz.
She knocked on the door to his apartment, three loud and confident strikes.
“Come in!” she heard, and her brother’s voice had the same melodic rumble she remembered. She opened the door to see a spacious living room and open-kitchen design, and the smell of gingerbread baking in the oven.
Was he cooking? She laughed a little to herself, wondering what else had changed about him.
“Nick!” she called, looking around as she shut the door behind her. She noticed a pair of home slippers by the door, fuzzy and bright green, and began to take off her shoes when her brother sprang up from behind the kitchen counter.
“Boo!” he shouted, and Sara jolted and screamed, and he rushed forward to pick her up effortlessly into a great hug.
“Jesus, Nick! You scared me.”
“Sorry,” he said, “but I couldn’t resist.” He set her down and looked at her. “Wow, you look great. You’ve grown up so much.”
“It hasn’t been that long, Nick. It seems you’ve done some growing-up, too. Are you cooking?”
“Sure, it’s gingerbread for you.”
“That hasn’t been my favorite for years,” Sara replied, walking into the kitchen.
“Oh?” Nick asked, his face bunching up in reverie momentarily. “Well, maybe it’s time to rekindle old desires. I’ll go fetch your bags from the car.”
“Sure,” she said, watching him leave. He was wearing shorts and a tight tee, and she marveled at his sculpted body. It came to her moments later, as if delayed like a phone call overseas, but the way he had said ‘rekindle old desires’ seemed odd to her.
Almost as though he knew—
“Bag number one,” he said, bursting into the apartment with her duffel bag.
“That was quick.”
“You’re just slow.” He quickly turned on his heels and marching out of the apartment, leaving the door open. She saw him running lightly down the steps, and each time he did so his calves erupted into angular diamonds.
Sara returned to the thought that had alarmed her. Maybe he knew? No, it couldn’t be. Guys were stupid about that, and her brother didn’t have an ego large enough to simply assume it, to take it for granted. She was sure he knew he was good looking, but he wasn’t one of those good looking guys who assumed every girl they passed was busy melting in their panties for them—
And obviously not his step-sister!
“Bag number two,” he stated, panting. “God, what the hell did you bring, Sara?”
“You should know better than to ask a girl that,” she replied. She noticed that his forearms were glistening, and his veins were bulging, snaking all over.
“Right,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Probably a load of crap you won’t even use.”
“Probably,” Sara said, grinning wickedly at him. “Now, get on! There’s one more and I’ve loaded it with bricks.”
“So I’ll just drag it up the stairs then?” he asked, raising his eyebrows so that his green eyes became large with a daring stare.
“Of course not. You’d ruin the bag.”
* * *
Sara sat in the bathtub, feeling a nervous flutter in her belly. Her and Nick were going out to a local bar to meet some of his friends for dinner and drinks, and he had said that they were excited to meet her. Why were they excited though? What had he said about her? Had he really had so many good things to say? Or was there more to it?
A wave of paranoia crashed over her, and she shivered involuntarily in the tub. Though the water was warm, goose bumps sprang to life on her skin, and she felt a tingle in her body. A memory gushed into her mind.
It was four years ago, when she was a lot younger, and a lot more innocent. It was just her and Nick in the house - both her parents were out on their weekly dinner date. Nick had told her to stay in her room because he was having friends over, but it turned out to be just one friend, and she was definitely something more than just a friend.
Sara knew this because she had tiptoed out of her room to watch them from the top of the steps. She watched as the two shared a heated and urgent kiss on the sofa. She watched as the two began to undress, and as the girls generous upper half game into view, her thick and large nipples framed by wide, dark circles.
She had listened as the girl moaned and whimpered when her brother took each of her stiff buds into his mouth. Sara had gasped lightly, and had to stuff her hand into her mouth so that she would not be heard.
The girl sunk to her knees before Nick and began to pull down his jeans. Sara had felt the same nervousness then that she did now in the tub. When her step-brother’s vein-lined gristle game into view, her heart felt like it had stopped.
She had gotten up, turned, and ran back into her room, closing the door and flying under the covers.
And though a great number of emotions and feelings had cascaded through her mind that night, she came away with one that would stick with her for the next four years as an aching echo: She wanted her brother, and she knew that was wrong.
And as Sara drifted out of reverie and back into the present, she realized that the water in the tub had grown cooler. She brought the head of the shower beneath the water and turned it on, feeling the sprays of warmth across her body.
The tingle that she had felt during this memory transformed into an itch.
* * *
Sara knew she was drinking too much and too quickly, but she couldn’t help it. Not only had she recently turned eighteen, and thus had a whole new world opened up to her, she also felt nervous in the presence of Nick’s friends, all of whom seemed to know so much about her. She was at an utter disadvantage.
The bar was seething with young university kids. She’d only seen this kind of scene in the movies. People of all shapes, sizes, and races were packed into this one retro-styled bar with equally retro music. Smiles and laughter were seen and heard, and there were beau
tiful girls and pretty boys everywhere she looked.
University life, she thought to herself. This can’t be real! She laughed to herself, and Nick leaned into her.
“What are you laughing about, then?”
“Oh, nothing,” she said with a giggle. “Just, I think I’m a bit drunk. Also, there are so many people here! It’s like in the movies.”
“It’s Tuesday, Sara” he said. “Everything is half price. And don’t drink too much, yeah?”
“You’re such a buzz kill, Nick!”
As the night went on, Sara grew more and more comfortable with her brother’s friends. When she needed to go to the bathroom, she watched as Nick asked the only other girl in their group to take her.
“No,” Sara protested. “I’m fine, really.”
“You wouldn’t get two feet without some perv hitting on you,” Nick replied, his lips flattening into a severe line. “Go on, please?”
“Wow, you’re so protective of your sister!”
“Who wouldn’t be?”
But when Sara had left the bathroom, she saw that the girl had deserted her, and so she began to make her way back to the table on her own. Her brother had been right. Just seconds later she was being talked to by a couple of guys, both of whom were drunk, though not nearly as drunk as she was.
She laughed and chatted with them, and they led her to the bar.
“We’ll buy you a drink!” the tall one had said, and Sara giggled and accepted the offer.
“So,” the short one said. “You study here?”
“Oh, no,” Sara replied, flinging her wrists carelessly around. “I’m just visiting my brother.”
“You’re his younger sister?”
“Sure am!”
“What’s your brother like?”
“Oh, he’s great!” Sara gushed. “I should probably get back to him, though. Thanks for the drink.”