Rough Daddy Dirty

by Dick Daughters

  Aidan moved in and lay down on Bridgette’s other side. He reached down and carefully began exploring her cunt with his fingers. It was wet and leaking cum. Bridgette whimpered. Her cunt was extra sensitive due to the fucking she had received. He loved how it seemed to wrap around his fingers. He could only imagine how good it would feel once his cock was inside her.

  He rolled her onto her left hip and curled up behind her. He lifted her right leg and moved it back behind him. Then, he slid his hard cock inside her. It was as good and wet as he had imagined it would be. He thrust into her, loving the way her body leaned back into his. He reached around and worked her clit as he fucked her. He could tell from the fluttering of her pussy walls that she was getting close to cumming again. He slowed his thrusts and slowed the rate at which he played with her clit. When she calmed down a little, he began increasing the intensity again.

  Before long, he reached orgasm. He thrust into her while he pulled back on her hips at the same time. Everyone could hear the slapping sound as their naked flesh collided. He bit into her neck as he came. His orgasm seemed to go on and on. Then, after a while, he grew soft and slipped out of her.

  Nadjéé was still lying, stretched out on the bed. He beckoned to Bridgette and she slid over against him. He began to kiss her slowly, lovingly, his tongue exploring her mouth.

  “You did well today. Before long, we’ll see if we bred you and if not, we’ll just have to try again, won’t we?”

  “Oh yes. I can hardly wait,” Bridgette said and drifted off to sleep. She had totally forgotten about the trust fund, only thinking of how today had been the best birthday she had ever had.

  Dirty Taboo Sex Story: Big Step-Brother Prison Friend’s Back

  Bully’s Sharing Enemy Little Sister Room Short Erotica

  Fertile Brat Finishes Book 3

  ABBEY PERRY

  Table of Content

  Dirty Taboo Sex Story: My Big Step-Brother Friend

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

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  Everyone has a little Taboo. What’s yours?

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  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.

  Chapter 1

  “Seriously mom? This is totally unfair.”

  Mom sighs, picking up yet another one of my boxes and hauling it into my new bedroom, setting it right next to my step brother and his best friend’s stuff.

  “You know, Katie, you're making this a heck of a lot more difficult for me than it should be.”

  Difficult for who? Her? She isn't the one who's losing her personal space, and she isn't the one who has to move in with her obnoxious step-brother’s best-friend Rory.

  “But it's wrong. How can you think it's normal or rational or even sane to put a guy and a girl in the same room?”

  She turns and looks at me incredulously. “Honey, it's just Rory, not some random guy. You guys basically grew up together! You're really overreacting about all of this.”

  “I'm not. Normal people don't do stuff like this. Why can’t I have Jake’s room?” Jake is the obnoxious step-brother I am talking about, and his best-friend Rory is just as obnoxious as he is, can you say bird of a feather …?

  “Jake needs his privacy.”

  “This is not fair! What about my privacy?”

  Mom shakes her head, placing her hands on her hips. “You know Emma sleeps over with Jake sometimes, come on, just give your brother a break,” as usual, my mom treats Jake as if he’s some kind of king of the house giving him everything he wants. He’s just a year older than me and he’s allowed to have his girlfriend, Emma, over but I can’t even have a boyfriend. It’s so not fair.

  “Besides, it's only temporary. It's just for a couple of months until him and Jake head back to college after the summer.”

  “Can't Rory’s family just send him back to juvi,” I mumble under my breath.

  Mom catches that, of course, and now she looks angry.

  “That's an awful thing to say. He's finally starting to get his life back on track and we should be supporting him.”

  I groan and slump my shoulders.

  “Yeah, I know,” I relent.

  It has been a rough couple of years for all of us. I was only two when my step-father Donald and his son Jake came into the picture, so he's the only father I know. But two years ago he lost his job and Mom started having to take up a second job just to make ends meet. Dad ended up taking a pay cut and having to work nights. He was stressed a lot. It was difficult for all of us to deal with but Jake took it especially hard and started acting out to get attention. It worked, but he got the wrong kind of attention. He was arrested last year for stealing a car but was released because Rory took the fall.

  According to Jake he did it for fun but I know he was going to sell it to try and help us. I still feel a bit guilty about it but he became a terror to be around and took a lot of his anger out on me.

  When Rory got sentenced to juvenile hall I was honestly relieved because Jake started spending less time at home. Life started to feel a bit normal as Jake and Rory used to always be home making noise while playing video games all day. Mom was less stressed, Dad got a slight pay raise, and Jake was doing better in school than he ever did before. I will turn nineteen at the beginning of this year and Rory and Jake twenty, which meant we could work normal adult hours and help the family. Then everything took a turn for the worst.

  I thought we were doing better but my parents decided to sell the house in a short sale. It was the only way they could even fathom paying for college for both Jake and I, even with my scholarship. Which is yet another thing I feel guilty about. Now, all four of us are moving into this tiny, 850 square foot apartment with only three bedrooms and two tiny bathrooms which would've been fine if Rory wasn't getting out of juvi early for good behavior and spending the summer here with us before starting community college in fall. I can’t help but pray that he has changed.

  Mom comes up to me and places a comforting arm around my shoulders.

  “Trust me, I want to get out of this tiny apartment just as much as you do. But we need to save money for the time being. It's for the best, we're investing in your futures,” she says, giving my shoulders a good squeeze. “At least try to be a little bit positive about this, ok?”

  “Alright. I'll try.”

  Mom smiles. “Thanks honey.”

  Chapter 2

  The new room itself is pretty small, I’m sure it's smaller than my room back at the old house, which I didn't have to share with anyone. As I step in I’m reminded about the battle lines that were drawn and from where I stood they were working. Jake's boxes are all piled high on one side of the room, which is completely bare otherwise. Mine, on the other hand, looks lived in. I'm almost completely unpacked and the walls are decorated in a collage of my favorite magazine photos as well as several drawings of my own. I can work with this space, I can make it look and feel as tranquil as possible. And I'll need it when the terror returns.

  I never asked my parents but I still wonder how the hell Rory managed to get an early release from jail. And for good behavior, of all things. He was always a mischievous kid and as a teen he became reckless but I never expected him to do anything as crazy as admit to stealing a car which he didn’t actually steal.

  Just as I'm nearly finished unpacking the last box I hear the doorbell ring. And before I could get it, it rang another couple of times .What the hell?

  “Hold on, I'm coming,” I yell as I run down the hall towards the door. I have to find out who the hell is being that rude.

  I let the door fly open and there's a tall man with a sleeveless denim jacket standing at the door.
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br />   “Can I help...” Wait, what? No, it can't be...

  He turns around and flashes me that old familiar smile. Which is probably the only thing recognizable about Rory.

  “Rugrat! He jokes. Have you missed me?” As he laughs mischievously.

  He takes off his aviator sunglasses and I'm flabbergasted. Quite literally speechless because my mouth is open and moving but I'm not saying a single thing. He looks like a different person. He's taller, his hair is longer and he has a tattoo on his chest, which is half obscured by his low cut tank top. Oh, and he's a hell of a lot more buff. He was never fat, but he always had an extra layer of baby fat, especially on his cheeks. But that was all gone now and he was all lean muscles and chiseled cheekbones. He looks like a fucking model, what the hell? Who goes to jail and comes back looking...no, not hot. I swear he's not hot. Although that's the first word that pops into my head. No, my step-brother’s best friend is not hot.

  But seriously, 8 months might as well have been 8 years.

  “Here, help me with this,” he says, shoving the box in his arms against my chest. Welp, at least we know some things never change.

  With a groan, I take it down the hall towards our room, still baffled by it all. I set it down on his side just as I hear his boots squeak against the wood paneled floors.

  “What's going on in here?' he says, standing in the door frame with a box of his own.

  I turn and say, “Welcome to our room,” with little to no enthusiasm.

  He raises his thick eyebrow at me and I nearly melt. Fuck.

  “Our room, huh?”

  “Yep, Mom's great idea.” Made even better by the fact that he looks like this now.

  He sets his box down and starts eyeing my side, my bed and the collage. His face twists.

  “Are you going to leave that up?”

  And so it begins.

  “Yes, it's on my side.”

  “Well it looks like shit.”

  Yep, good old Rory is still alive and well under that fancy new exterior.

  “I'm sure it will look a million times better than whatever crap you put on the wall.”

  “I'll be sure to pick out something you really enjoy.”

  Oh shit, what have I done? I'm going to be staring at posters of wrestlers, monster trucks and girls in bikinis.

  I cock my head to the side. “So how was jail?” I ask in my faux innocent manner.

  He narrows his eyes. “It wasn't jail, dumbass. It was juvenile hall.”

  “So in other words, jail for teens.” I smirked knowing I’ve bruised him with that verbal jab.

  He looks pissed and dismisses me with a wave of his hand. “You don't know shit about shit, as usual, Katie.”

  Oh how I love getting the best of him. Especially since it's usually the other way around.

  “I'm just making conversation. Like, what, or who, did you have to do to get out of there early?”

  He looks caught off guard.

  “Just what are you trying to say?” he asks.

  “Did some big muscle kid make you his bitch or something?”

  His eyes and nostrils flare.

  “You fuckin' bitch,” he seethes as he lunges toward me. I stumble backwards, just as I hear Mom's voice.

  “Hey kids! Everything alright in there?”

  Rory is literally centimeters away from snapping my neck and he just stops, almost in mid-air. His demeanor switches so fast it's almost creepy. He goes from furious to loving and happy, throwing his arm around my shoulders with a wide smile.

  “Hey Mrs. M! We were just enjoying our new room.”

  I want to puke. I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes in Mom's presence. But Mom just laps it up. No wonder he has Mom wrapped around his little finger.

  “Aww, I'm so glad to see you guys getting along. I'm going to start on dinner, it will be ready in about an hour.”

  “Thanks Mrs. M,” he says as she walks away.

  And when she leaves he doesn't let me go. In fact, his arm gets tighter and tighter around me until he's got me in a headlock.

  “Ow!” I exclaim. “Let go of me.”

  “You're lucky your mom came in when she did.”

  Yeah, saved by the bell, and I know it.

  “You better let me go now or I'll scream and get her back in here.”

  “Fine,” he says, shoving me hard away from him. I almost trip over my own feet. “Keep your shit on your side of the room,” he adds.

  “It already is,” I reply with a groan. This is going to be a long three months.

  Chapter 3

  Dad is working the night shift tonight so he won't get to see Rory until tomorrow. Jake nor Rory seem to mind that much though.

  Mom goes out of her way to make a nice big Welcome Home dinner for Rory, complete with hugs and balloons. Really? Do they make a ‘congrats on getting out of jail’ greeting cards? I roll my eyes at the whole charade, but put on a game face since Mom's around and all.

  Late that night, after a lot of catching up, mom and Jake retreats to their respective bedrooms, Rory and I retreat to mine. Well,ours, technically. Here I was hoping they’d go and hang out with friends or play video games in the living room all night, but I guess I was wrong. At the old house Jake was never in his old room, so what has changed now? Oh, that's right, the fact that Rory lives here too now. Jake knew it would bug the hell out of me so he's going to spend as much time in that room just to keep me out.

  Well it worked. For a while at least.

  I hang out in the living room instead, flipping channels late into the night when nothing is on except infomercials and old sitcom reruns. I try to read but I start to doze off and figure it's about time to tread back into my room.

  I glance down the hall first – it's pitch black and all the doors are closed. Mom is clearly asleep and so is Jake. Rory? I think so because he has the door closed and the light off.

  Not that I really care if I wake them, but I open the door slowly and close it quietly. I can barely make out his silhouette on the other side of the room but I hear him make an odd, low pitched noise.

  “Rory?” I whisper and he doesn't say a thing. The room goes quiet for a split moment and then he makes that groan again. I remember when I was younger, Jake's dad used to get night terrors which would scare the hell out of me. So I move closer to the bed. “Rory, you okay?” I ask.

  And just as I'm standing over him my eyes adjust to the darkness and I see it. He's lying in bed wearing nothing but a pair of low slung boxers...complete with his hand buried in it. My eyes travel down his chiseled chest, his hand is pulling his underwear down just enough to reveal his V crest, a light dusting of trimmed pubic hair and the top of his cock. I clench at the sight of him pleasuring himself, his hand moving up and down beneath the thin fabric of his boxers.

  “You like what you see?” he says, instantly snapping me back to reality.

  I run like hell out of the room.

  What was I thinking? I start to question for a moment if I'm losing my mind. I crash on the couch, hoping Rory doesn't try and follow me in here. Besides, he hasn’t been with a woman in more than half of a year, his hormones must be raging to be with a woman. Then I’m instantly flush with embarrassment, knowing that there's no way in hell he'll ever let me live this down. I bury my face in my hands, my cheeks warm and probably red hot with embarrassment. There's no way I'm going back in there, not tonight. It's chilly in the living room with no blankets in sight, but I curl up on the couch and fall quickly to sleep.

  Chapter 4

  “Hey, honey? Honey? Is everything alright?”

  It's mom, and I hear her voice as I wake up the next morning, feeling her shake me gently by the shoulder. I yawn, stretching out my back, and then I remember everything that transpired the night before.

  A wave of shame hits me.

  “What's wrong, babe?” Mom asks. “Why didn't you sleep with Rory?”

  “I...” Okay, that question was completely innocent on her par
t, but it sends my mind right to the gutter. I don't think I'll ever be able to see Rory in an innocent light again.

  I rub my eyes, wanting to beg my mom for my own room somehow, but I can't tell her why. Not after what happened last night. More waves of shame wash over me.

  “I'm fine, Mom. I just...fell asleep watching TV last night.”

  I look her in the eyes and she doesn't look like she's buying it. Oh no—does she know?

  She takes a seat at the end of the couch.

  “Are you sure that's why you slept out here?” she says with concern.

  “Yeah, I'm sure. It's fine,” I say as I sit up and throw my legs over the edge. I try my hardest to brush it off like it's nothing, but she know me too well.

  “I think this is about Rory.”

  “Yeah well you think wrong,” I retort, quickly regretting it.

  “Katie,” she says with a pained tone.

  I let out a sigh and apologize.

  “Sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that.

  “Well, you have to give this a serious try, okay? Rory is trying. I mean he made sure he was in bed before you were last night.”

  Yeah, tell me about it.

  “And he hasn't complained at all about having to share a room with you,” she adds. “So maybe you should try and be more facilitating like Rory.”

  My eyes shoot open wide. Did she seriously just say that? She compared me to him?