“Oh yeah, that’s it!” she gasped, rocking her hips just like she had on his cock. “Oh fuck, Daddy! You do it so good! Lick that hot little cunt! Eat it! Oh fuck, eat it good!”
His ears and face burned with her words and his cock certainly would have erupted right then if it had been receiving any outside stimulation at all. He even kept his hips still, tightening all his muscles to keep from shooting his cum all over the goddamned ceiling as his stepdaughter ground her pussy against his face.
“Coming! Coming! Ohhh fuck I’m coming, Daddy, ahhhhh!” And she was, shaking with signs and tremors that could have been mistaken for a seizure under other circumstances, her eyes rolling back, her toes curling, her teeth sinking so deeply into her lower lip he thought she might draw blood. He held her as she came, her climax fading slowly, with jerks and twitches, her eyes finally fluttering open again, only-half open, heavy-lidded and dazed.
“I’m going to fuck you.” He tossed her onto the bed and she grunted as he grabbed her by her pigtails, both of them, pulling her ass up into the air. Oh Jesus, what a sight. Her pussy glistened in the afternoon sunlight, the blond hair beaded with her juices, her lips swollen and her flesh reddened from all his attention.
“Do it!” She looked back at him, her pigtails still in his one hand, her ass waving back and forth, a moving target. “What are you waiting for? Put it in! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me!”
“Tell me you want it.” He couldn’t resist. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“Fuck!” She gave a frustrated cry. “You know I want it! Look at my fucking pussy! See how wet I am? I have to have your dick in me. Please!”
The sound of her begging was intoxicating. “Say please again.”
“Please! Please! Please! Please!” She punctuated each one with a backward thrust of her hips, making her asshole wink at him.
“You asked for it.” He didn’t even aim, he just thrust, his dick finding its way as if equipped with sonar, sliding deep into the snug passage of her pussy in one long stroke. They both cried out at the sensation, Jim’s hand tightening involuntarily on her pigtails, forcing her head back.
“Yes!” Her voice was hoarse with lust. “Ride me, Daddy! Fuck me good and hard!”
He couldn’t stop. His brain turned off at some point and he became an animal, thrusting and rutting into her tender flesh. Christa didn’t protest. In fact, she encouraged him, with vocabulary that would have made the entire Navy population of a nuclear submarine on leave from a two-month tour blush like schoolgirls. His stepdaughter begged him to fuck her, to do her, to ram her hot little cunt, and he did everything she asked and more.
“Ahhhhh baby girl, I’m gonna come!” he cried, grabbing both pigtails, pulling her head back and kissing her, hard, on the mouth. “Can I come inside you?”
“You fucking better!” she panted, squeezing his dick with the slick walls of her pussy. “Do it! Oh god, fill me with that hot load!”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
His cock blasted off like a rocket. If he hadn’t let go of her hair and grabbed onto her hips, he probably would have shot himself across the room with the force of it. Christa rubbed herself off beneath him, but he was too far gone to think about it, except every sweet pulse of her cunt forced another blaze of white hot cum out of his dick, milking him until he thought he might pass out from the pleasure.
He collapsed onto the bed with a grunt, utterly shattered, and his stepdaughter mewed and practically purred as she curled up on his chest, like a kitten, not an inch of her body touching the bed. His thoughts, when they finally returned, wandered to his wife, somewhere in Florida, likely hooked up again with her ex, who might have a taste for other women, but at least he, apparently, wasn’t a pervert about it.
Unlike me.
He thought about his marriage to Rachel, how it had cinched progressively tighter like a noose around his neck until he couldn’t breathe. He’d tried—god knows he’d tried—but could never bring her around to a place where sex with the lights on was a good idea, let alone entertaining things like dirty talk or oral sex. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about her, he did. But things had drifted, in such a short time, and he had to admit, it wasn’t long after their wedding the little sprite sighing happily on his chest had begun to catch his interest in a myriad of ways.
Maybe it was perverted, but Christa made him happy. Perverted but happy. He could live with that.
She lifted her head, smiling dreamily at him. “Ha, this is just like your play.”
“Happy ever after.”
And that, he thought, tightening his hold around the delightful girl in his arms, was just how life imitated art.
The End
About the Author: Selena Kitt
Selena Kitt is a USA TODAY and TOP 15 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR of erotica and erotic romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!
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Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.) If you liked this story, check out all the "Daddy's Favorites" books!
WET FOR BIG BROTHER by Lucinda Lane
I intentionally timed my return home so my parents would be at church. I really wasn’t in the mood to stand there in the same clothes I was wearing when I left the house the previous evening and put up with their disapproving stares and listen to another boring “not under my roof” speech from my uptight step-dad. This morning, of all mornings, I really wasn’t in the mood. Last night Todd and I had finally gone “all the way” and the experience had left a lot to be desired in more ways than one. I was tired, I was grumpy and most of all I was horny and had plans to take care of all that after a long hot shower.
I let myself in and headed for the stairs.
“And what time do you call this young lady?”
Jesus Fuck! I almost had a heart attack. I hadn’t expected anyone to be home. James... Jimmy, my big brother was sprawled on the couch and when I jumped he started laughing his head off.
“Fuck you Jimmy! Seriously, you scared the shit out of me. When did you get home?”
“About an hour ago. Thought I’d come say hi to my darling sister before the new term starts. So how was the date?”
“Ugh. Lame.”
“Still seeing that Tom guy from high school?”
“Todd. Yeah, although...” I didn’t really want to go into details about my night with my brother. Step-brother actually. Jimmy’s dad had hooked up with my mum when we were still kids and I got a new big brother as part of the deal. Jimmy was an OK guy. Always looking out for me. He’d helped me through a couple of rough patches at school and we were pretty close. But now, he was off at college on an athletics scholarship and by all accounts quite a hit with the ladies. I was still living at home. Eighteen, unemployed and a virgin. Well, until last night anyway. I felt like a capital “L” loser in comparison and it made me feel uncomfortable talking to him.
“Speak little sister. Spill the beans.”
“I...” I blushed, “I can’t tell you.”
“Oh snap! You totally did it didn’t you? Todd finally punched your card. Way to go Todd. I never thought that guy had it in him.”
“You’re such an asshole Jimmy.” I couldn't help it I started crying.
Jimmy leaped to his feet, his face a mask of genuine concern.
“He didn’t hurt you did he? I swear I’ll wring his scrawny little neck.”
“No. No nothing like that. It just...” I took a deep breath. I wanted to talk to someone about it. But Jimmy? My brother? “It wasn’t exactly a magical night to remember y’know?”
He laughed and gave me a hug.
“Don’t sweat it sis. It gets better. Fumbling around in the dark can be fun though. You’re way out of that guy’s league anyway.”
“Ugh, it wasn’t even that. I mean he didn’t even try to... I didn’t even get to... argh!”
I pushed him away. I really didn’t want to go into details.
“Well,” he said, “maybe it’ll get better. As long as he didn’t hurt you.”
“That’s the problem. I don’t think he could have hurt me if he tried.”
I wiggled my little finger suggestively.
“Oh? Ohhhhhh.”
He got it.
“Poor Todd.”
“Poor Todd? Poor me! He got is his rocks off. What about me? Right now all I want is...”
I couldn’t help myself. My eyes flicked down to Jimmy’s crotch. I knew that my brother was packing something a bit more substantial than my disappointing boyfriend. If his tales of sexual conquest were to be believed he probably had a better idea what to do with it as well. When I returned my eyes to Jimmy’s face I saw that he had caught my look and I blushed.
“Well... I... Uh.... ”
That was a first. My confident, smooth talking brother at a loss for words.
“Christ, don’t flatter yourself Jimmy. I’m going to have a shower. See you later.”
I took the stairs two at a time.
***
I peeled off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror as the water warmed up. Was Jimmy right? Was I out of Todd’s league? I still thought of myself as a chubby little girl who considered herself lucky to actually have a boyfriend. But in the last few months my body had changed drastically. Chubby gave way to curves as my girlish figure had become more womanly. My waist had narrowed, as my hips and chest broadened. I had nice boobs. I had a nice ass. Everything was pert and firm and ripe. Even my face had changed. My cheeks thinner, my lips plumper. The freckles across my nose that kids had used to make fun of now looked kind of sexy. I guess I hadn’t noticed the changes because they’d been so gradual, but some time in the last six months I’d become a woman. I wasn’t a supermodel or anything, but what I saw in the mirror wasn’t half bad. Maybe it was time to move on from my high school boyfriend and cast my net a little wider. As I stepped into the shower I was already thinking about how I would break the news to Todd and if Jimmy had any hot college friends he could hook me up with. Basically someone exactly the same as him, just not my brother.
I stepped into the shower and relaxed as the hot jets of water pounded on my back. As I filled my hands with suds ready to wash away the previous night I allowed my mind to wander. Some of Jimmy’s friends were pretty hot. I tried to conjure an image in my mind of the perfect guy. A real man, to replace the overgrown boy I’d let take my virginity. I ran my soapy hands over my torso and up across my breasts. I loved how firm they were, the way they just bounced back into place. It felt nice too. I did it again, this time my hands balled into fists so my knuckles grazed my nipples. I gasped. The slippery soap and the ridges of my clenched fingers felt divine and my nipples stiffened immediately. Poking proudly outwards from my soft puffy areola. If only Todd had touched me like this instead of his desperate groping and tweaking. I couldn’t stop playing with them. Alternating firm and gentle. Cocooned in the warmth of water and steam I felt myself drifting away in a blissful haze. I guess I played with my breasts while masturbating now and then, but never like this and it had never felt so good.
I imagine big strong hands doing the same. One of Jimmy’s football buddies taking their time with them. Expert hands making the most of my teenage body. I allowed a hand to drift downwards between my legs. Sliding slippery fingers either side of my pouting pussy lips. Then parting them, running a single digit between them. I paused at the entrance to my cunt feeling wetness there. Not from the shower, something thicker and slippery. Then another gasp as I slid a finger up and over my clit. God that felt good. That tender little bud, became the center of my world. Todd had all but ignored it in a desperate need to get his stiff little cock inside me. I probed at the entrance to my cunt. No longer a virgin I imagined what it would feel like to have something big and hard inside. Stretching and filling me.
My imaginary lover began to take form. Strong hands, broad shoulders, down to the hard torso of an athlete and a lovely big hard cock. I tried to imagine his face, but every time I did it was Jimmy’s I saw. The blue eyes, the square jaw, the cheeky grin. But it was more than that. The fact that he always looked out for me, protected me, knew me better than anyone. The sort of things you want in a lover. I’d been tempted by him before. When I touched myself I’d often see images of Jimmy taking me in his arms, but I’d always resisted. Pushing him out of my mind and replacing him with a more acceptable alternative. But this time I couldn’t... or I simply didn’t want to.
I moved my hand between my legs with greater urgency, alternating between sliding a finger inside me, then over my sensitive clit. This time it was all Jimmy. Jimmy and his effortless charm. Jimmy and his six pack. Jimmy and his big cock. One finger became two and I felt myself being stretched, wincing for a moment at the pain that quickly passed. It felt right. It felt so good to be filled like this. There was an unfamiliar feeling building deep inside me. A wonderful feeling. Usually orgasms were an abrupt burst of fleeting pleasure, but this was something different. A deep, deep longing that threatened to overwhelm me.
I was moving my hand frantically now, bringing myself closer, the pleasure inside me building. Two fingers, became three, my wrist bent at an uncomfortable angle as I stretched myself further. It felt good but I wanted more. More than anything I wanted them deeper inside me. I desperately cast my eyes around the room looking for anything else I could use. Something I could fuck myself with. Something that could be deep inside my cunt as I came. I reached for a shampoo bottle with a jerky, twitching hand and sent the whole lot of them flying and crashing to the floor. It was too late, I could feel my orgasm building to a crescendo. Yes. Jimmy’s face loomed large as he thrust his hard cock into me. Yes yes yes yes. I was going to...
And then there was a knock at the door and I froze. My body like a taut wire poised on the edge of a cliff. No no no no.
“Are you OK in there?”
I tried to reply but couldn’t. Air escaped in a desperate moaning whimper, but no words came.
“It’s been ages and I heard a crash. I thought you’d fallen or something.”
Please not now. I didn’t trust myself to speak though. I was teetering on the edge. Soapy fingers frozen inside my cunt, my thumb against my clit.
The door opened and Jimmy came in. Every bit the gorgeous stud I was picturing in my head. He could see me. He knew what I was doing. I knew what he would do. It’s not like it was the first time one of us had been caught in a compromising position. He’d turn away, walk out the door, and never speak of it again. Just like I’d done when I’d found him in his room, one hand wrapped round his cock, the other holding a worn porno mag that had been passed around all his friends. Walk out the door. Never speak of it again. It was the way these things worked.
He didn’t though. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. It was as if he was seeing me for the first time. In a way he was. My body had only really blossomed into that of a woman after he’d moved out. He hadn’t really seen me very often since then. He just stood there, his eyes wide. I don’t know what came over me. I still don’t know why I did it. It was like I wanted him to witness the fact that I wasn’t a little girl any more. That I was
a woman, with women's needs. Oh God, what was I doing?
I turned to face him and kept going.
Three fingers sliding in and out of me. My thumb against my clit. My other hand caressing my nipples in turn. I pushed myself over the edge and came for him. My body tensing, every muscle strained as an explosion of pleasure went off deep inside of me, radiating outwards as I cried out. I forced my fingers into my cunt as deep as I could and felt it spasm and contract around them matching my convulsing body.
And then I lost my balance.
The soapy floor of the shower too much for my knee-trembling orgasm as I felt myself tumble. My reaction dulled by a by a blissful haze I couldn't catch myself. But he could. Jimmy caught for me as I fell, my wet warm body safe in his hands.
“Oh.. uh.. thanks.”
“What the fuck Mickey?”
“I...” My breath was still coming in quick gasps as the last tendrils of ecstasy fled my body leaving a pleasant glowing trail in their wake. “You didn’t see that. It didn’t happen.” It felt so nice to be held by him like this. My body limp and relaxed in his big strong arms. And despite the shocked look on his face he hadn’t made a move to help me up or let go. He just held my naked body in his arms.
“Sure. OK. I just walk out of here and pretend I didn’t see that. Easier said than done. I didn’t realize you were... that you’d gotten so...” He tried to turn it into a joke but I could tell he was conflicted. I could feel him. His cock stiffening slightly in the confines of his sweatpants, nudging against the small of my back.
“Tell me. Please. I want you to tell me. After last night... I really need it.”
He took a deep breath.
“We can’t. You know we can’t.”
“Please Jimmy. Just this once. It’s not Mickey. It’s Michelle. Mickey was a little girl. I’m not a little girl any more.”
He shifted a little, as if trying to hide his erection in shame. I didn’t let him. Following him with my body, enjoying the sensation of it pressed against me.
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