Sharing His Brat
The trailer park is about to get taboo and nasty!
Eighteen-year-old Cammie has a bit of a reputation in the neighborhood, but even that couldn’t prepare her for the naughty things she overhears her step talking about with his best friend! Now, Cammie has only one desire… To seduce the man of the house and his friend…
Don’t you dare miss this steamy summer story of taboo step fun!
“You know, we could just fuck Cammie. Between the two of us.”
My ears perked up. What? What the hell was that?
I was in the kitchen of our tiny trailer. It was evening, with the sun setting in the west, casting a rich, golden dusk over the depressing, dilapidated trailer park in which I had spent the last fourteen years of my life. I was washing up after dinner. Up until overhearing that snippet of conversation, I had been busy thinking about my pre-calculus homework. I had just turned eighteen and I was a senior in high school… I didn’t need any more complications in my life, what with applying to college, school work, and hoping, beyond hope, that I would get asked to homecoming next week.
And then I heard my father and his best friend Earl talking about fucking me.
Okay, I guess I should explain the situation.
As you might have guessed, my name is Cammie. Cammie Quinn. Like I said, I’m eighteen years old and I’m in high school. I live in a trailer with my dad—actually my step-father, but he’s been my daddy for the past fourteen years and I don’t even remember my biological father. My mom died when I was eight from a drug overdose, so my father, for all his flaws, has been the most stable person in my life.
You see, my mom got pregnant with me when she was fourteen. Her parents kicked her out of the house and she went to live with my real father, who was a drug dealer. I guess mom turned tricks or something—I don’t really remember those years—until she met my step-dad and ran off with him. Since then, we had been living at his trailer.
My daddy is an honest man—he drinks, sure, but he works hard. He did his best to keep my mom clean but we weren’t able to save her. So, basically, he raised me from when she died, and he’s done a pretty good job, if I do say so myself. I keep out of trouble. I’m a good kid. You’d be hard pressed to find a sweeter, more well-behaved kid than me.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Ted? That’s my baby girl.”
There, that was my father’s voice. Phew. He and Ted were just drunk, probably—they usually spent their Fridays like this, sitting outside the trailer on their lawn chairs, draining case after case of Miller Light, talking about anything and everything.
“You said yourself you haven’t gotten any pussy in years! And after all the shit you do for that kid…”
I blushed, surprised to hear something about my father’s personal life. After all, I guess I never really thought about it? He was a man. He had needs. Biological needs. It made sense.
In spite of my father’s flaws—his drinking, his bouts of melancholy grief over my mother, which come upon him every few months and stay for a week or two—he’s still a very handsome, very fit man. He works construction and unlike most of his co-workers, he hasn’t let his body go. He tries to eat healthy and he coaches high school basketball after work (he actually coached my junior high girls team too!), so he gets plenty of exercise. He’s a big man, too—well over six feet tall, with a gorgeous head of salt and pepper hair, and broad, well-built shoulders. He’s certainly not as trim as he was when he was younger, I suppose, but he still draws stares from the ladies when we go out.
Myself, I’m just a petite little squirt of a thing. I know from pictures that my mother was the same: a thin little waif, with barely any boobs or butt. I could easily be mistaken for a twelve or thirteen year old, even though I’m eighteen. I’m just a skinny blonde girl, which is what a lot of girls wish they were, but at my school, it’s the busty, curvy girls who get all the attention… The girls with the assess that the boys like to grab and grope… I never get any attention at all. In fact, I’m a virgin. I’ve had a few dates throughout high school but nothing more serious than some making out in the back of a car after the homecoming dance or something like that. I’ve never even been touched between the legs…
“That ain’t how it works, Ted,” my father grunted.
“Man, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. I bet you, she wants it. I bet you, she’s just as bored as we are.”
I blushed hard. Could he be right? Was I bored? Honestly, I found my daddy very attractive… I had maybe, once or twice or even three times, touched myself while thinking about him… But that didn’t mean I wanted to have sex with him. Did it?
The idea was so naughty, so absolutely intoxicatingly naughty, I couldn’t stand it. It was exciting and it made it hard to do anything. I glanced at a mirror across the tiny trailer, catching a glimpse of my own reflection. It was a warm night, so I was dressed practically: a pair of super short running shorts that showed off my long, thin, milky white legs, the color of ivory and just as smooth and rich as milk… Plus, a tiny little spaghetti string tank top with no bra. My nipples had grown hard thinking about my father—not even considering Ted—and poked through the material, proudly announcing themselves to anyone who could see.
Ted wasn’t bad looking either. I suppose I wasn’t quite as attracted to him as I was to my father but, on the other hand, he was younger and in even better shape than my daddy. He usually worked with my dad at the construction site and was maybe thirty years old, with dark features and hair. I think he must have been some sort of Hispanic but he never talked about himself or his past. Mostly, he just found excuses to take off his shirt around me and show off his well-muscled belly and the Japanese-style tattoos gracing his powerful arms.
In a moment, I made my decision. I pulled my shorts down ever so slightly, so that the crack of my pale ass was just barely visible over the waist-band of the tight little running shorts. I all but danced out of the trailer kitchen with another six pack under my arms.
“Hi, Daddy, Teddy,” I said brightly to them. I bent over, starting to collect their bottles from the ground. “It’s a nice night out here, isn’t it?”
“Uh, it sure is,” my father mumbled, getting a face-full of my compact, teenage butt as I wiggled it in the air, my shorts getting pulled down even further and revealing more of my pale, young flesh. I was all but daring him to reach out and touch me… God, how I wanted that!
I saw Ted reach out his hand, as if to touch me, but my father slapped his hand away before I could “see.” I turned around and smiled brightly at them, as they both blushed. I pressed my tight young chest out, hoping they could see my hard little nipples.
“Do you think I could have a beer, daddy?” I asked innocently. “I’ve never tried one but I know that’s all they drink in college.”
“Come on,” Ted cried in excitement. “Give her a beer!”
My father raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
“I think you’re a little young for a beer, sweetheart…” he said carefully.
“But Daddy…” I whined. “I want to try one! And shouldn’t I start drinking under your watchful eye?”
Reluctantly, he reached down for the six pack, his powerful muscles dancing beneath his tanned, worked-over flesh. He pulled a beer out and handed it to me. I let out a girlish cry of delight and hopped on his lap, pressing my butt against his belly and leaning back into him as I twisted off the cap.
“Is this how I drink it, daddy?” I asked, as innocently as possible, though by now, it had to be obvious that my queries weren’t innocent at all. I dribbled some of the beer down my plump lips—have I mentioned that my lips were my best feature? Pink, plump, and young. People always think I’m wearing some sort of lip gloss or lip stick but I’m not… They’re just naturally like that.
“Um, no, you put your mouth on it…” my father said carefully while Ted all but drooled, clearly understanding what I was getting at.
“Oh… Like this
, daddy?” I asked, slowly inserting the bottle into my mouth. I let him and Ted watch as my lips wrapped around the tip of the bottle all but massaging it as my pink young tongue lapped up the sour beer from the neck of the bottle.
“Mmm, it’s tasty, daddy,” I cooed in delight. “How much of this do you think I can drink before I get drunk?”
“We’re not going to find out,” my father grunted. “One beer and that’s it for you.”
“Aww, daddy, don’t be a party pooper! I want to party with you guys!”
“Yeah!” Ted declared, sitting forward, his tattooed arms gleaming from his wife beater. “Don’t be a party pooper. If she wants to get a little fucked up, let her! It’s not a school night and it’s not like she’ll get into too much trouble here…”
“See, daddy? Ted is right!” I giggled and took another long swig of beer, letting it dribbling out of my mouth, down my long, pale neck and onto my tank top, drenching my shirt and causing it to cling to my chest and my hard little nipples.
I could feel my daddy growing hard beneath me. It was the most exciting, electric feeling I had ever experienced. Now, of course, I had felt boys get awkwardly hard when dancing with me at high school dances, trying to grip my hips and press their tiny little cocks into my butt from behind, as if they thought they were going to take me and fuck me right there on the dance floor. I had never been all that impressed by this maneuver. Did they ever really think that was attractive, or that this was going to work?
No, what really impressed me was the way my father’s cock, in his worn-out work jeans, seemed to be magnetically attracted to my butt. I found myself involuntarily rubbing it against his crotch, feeling him get harder and harder. He seemed huge—I honestly wondered if I would ever even be able to fit him inside…
Fitting my father inside of me. Could it be that I was really considering this? It felt so nasty, so wrong, but all the more exciting because of it. And Ted was right, after all… My father had sacrificed a lot for me. He worked hard for me. Why shouldn’t I do something for him, in the end, especially if he hadn’t gotten any pussy for a long time? Why shouldn’t he have a taste of my pussy, and teach me what I would need to know for college at the same time? It all seemed to make so much sense!
I nervously took another swig of beer, more of it splashing over my young lips and onto my chest. I couldn’t believe I was really trying to seduce my father and his friend! I decided that it was time to up my game. It was time to take it to the next level, a level that even my straight-laced, good-natured father wouldn’t be able to resist.
“Oh, I got my tank top all gross and wet with beer!” I whined, pouting a little bit and looking from Ted to my father and back again. “Oh well!”
I hooked my fingers under the tank top and just slid it off my thin, pale shoulders, leaving me naked from the waist up, my perky, flat little tits, each topped with a tiny, raspberry of a nipple, winking at my daddy and his friend.
“Cammie!” my father gasped.
“What?!” I teased, pushing my butt against his crotch and reaching my arms up, giving him a hug from behind and stretching out my half naked body on his lap. “We’re all friends here!”
I could feel the muscles in his neck tensing and so I started to massage them from my position on his lap.
“Daddy, you need to relax…” I whispered and took one of his hands in my own, placing it on my right breast. “Here, play with this. Boys always seem to like that!”
Ted’s eyes widened in delight as he watched my father, as if in a stupor, start to tease and touch my soft skin. I whimpered in pleasure, pressing my chest forward and murmuring softly, delighted in the way he touched me.
“Oooh, daddy, that feels so, so good…” I whimpered.
Suddenly, my father pulled his hand away.
“No, no, no, we shouldn’t be doing this…”
“Why not, daddy?” I whimpered. “Aren’t I pretty enough?”
“No, honey, it’s not that… It’s just that…”
“That I’m your daughter and you’re my daddy?”
“I’m not either of those things!” Ted put in helpfully. My father flipped him off but I shot him a big, lustful grin. I slid off my daddy’s lap and landed on my knees in front of him. I reached for his belt and began to undo it, unzipping his pants and revealing his hard, throbbing cock, pressing against the fabric of his boxers.
“But you sure seem excited by the idea of playing with me, daddy…”
“Just because I’m excited doesn’t make it right.”
My father’s cock was bulging, all but begging to be released. I hooked my fingers over the waist band of my daddy’s underwear and slid it down, allowing his massive, hard cock to pop out. I gasped. It had to be at least eight inches long! It was veiny and slightly curved, tipping with a throbbing, purple-red head, crowned with a tiny bead of pre-cum, which gave evidence to my father’s arousal and the naughty, naughty thoughts he must have been having about me…
“But it doesn’t make it wrong either, daddy…” I said, touching my father’s cock with my excited, trembling fingers. My father gasped in bliss and leaned his handsome head back, his member twitching in my hand. I gripped his shaft and began to jack it up and down slowly.
“Is this what boys like, daddy?” I asked sweetly. He grunted softly but didn’t say anything. With a little smile, I leaned forward, opening my pink lips wide.
“Or… is this what boys like?”
My father gasped in anticipation as I reached out my soft, pink tongue and trailed it over his throbbing shaft, letting my spit glaze his cock as I started at the base and worked my way up, going higher and higher, reaching his cockhead finally. I swirled my tongue around his great big, throbbing knob, teasing the tip of my pink little tongue under the ridge of his cockhead, tasting his flesh, his sweat, the sour, warm, delicious taste of manhood and masculinity.
“Daddy, you’re so tasty…” I whispered, letting the hand that wasn’t manipulating my father’s cock slide down to his balls, starting to tease and play with them. “I bet mommy loved sucking your cock, just like this. Do I lick your cock like mommy used to do?”
“Oooh… Honey… You sure do…” my father grunted as I trailed my tongue over his skin once more, letting my saliva drip onto his hot, needy flesh while I ran my fingers over the wiry, rough-soft skin of his balls, feeling their weight, knowing that they contained a tasty treat just for me…
Now, I pressed forward and took my father in my mouth. He gasped and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Ted had his own cock out, that he was stroking it and gazing at me hungrily. His cock was about the same size as my father’s thick tool, framed with thick, dark hair instead of my father’s soft charcoal grey mane.
I slid my father’s cock as deep as I could into my mouth, which actually wasn’t very deep at all. I had heard the girls at school talk about how to deep through cocks but I didn’t really know what that meant. All I really knew was that you were supposed to take the dick as deep into your mouth as you could… But frankly, I didn’t know how that was possible! After a few inches, I started to gag and I tried to slide off my father’s cock as sexily as possible, gripping it tight with my other hand and starting to jack him off with both my hand and my lips as I bobbed my head, leading the tip of his dick press almost to my gag-point but never going beyond that.
My father groaned and leaned back in his cheap Wal-Mart lawn chair, thrusting his hips forward, driving his cock ever so slightly more deeply into my hungry mouth. I closed my eyes, blissfully enjoying the feeling of my father’s throbbing blood so close to me, his desire burning for my flesh. I couldn’t believe I was sucking a cock, let alone my daddy’s! I definitely had not been planning on spending my Friday night like THIS but here I was! I took the hand that had been playing with my father’s balls and trailed it down my tight, taut belly, teasing my own soft skin and belly button, finally hitting upon my own crotch. I slid it inside my shorts and my panties, finding my pussy
: sopping wet, my little light brown bush completely and totally soaked with my little girl juices. I began to stroke my sensitive, hungry lips as I sucked my father, pleasuring both of us simultaneously.
“That’s it, little girl,” Ted grunted, stroking his own cock hungrily. “Touch yourself while you suck your daddy.”
I couldn’t help but blush as I heard the nasty words tripping out of Ted’s horny mouth. I slid my fingers inside of myself, imagining that it was one of their cocks—oh, who am I kidding, imagining that it was my DADDY’S cock—and feeling amazed at the idea that my father’s dick could be deep inside my tight, virgin pussy within moments…
My father’s hips bucked and his moans grew louder and more urgent.
“Oh, fuck, Cammie, we shouldn’t be doing this…” he groaned, but slid his hand through my pretty blonde hair and eased me down farther onto his cock. I gagged a bit, but kept my composure as my father guided his cock down my throat. Before long, I realized my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I was deep throating my daddy!
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