Their Little Girl

by L. J. Anderson

  Friday was my last day as a high school student. Finals were over, and I felt pretty confident that I’d done well, even with all the distracting drama at home. At the very least, I knew I was going to graduate in the top ten percent of my class, and though it wasn’t as high as I’d hoped, it was nothing to be ashamed of. I just hoped it was good enough to help me get at least one of the scholarships I’d applied for.

  After my final class, a girl I didn’t know all that well asked to sign my yearbook just as I was walking out the door, but I became distracted by the stunningly handsome man who was standing several yards away, waiting in the parking lot.

  David!

  Too excited to care about some girl I’d never see or talk to again after graduation, I rushed toward the open arms of my stepbrother, pushing past the throng of excited seniors.

  “Oh, David!” I called out when he was within reach. “I missed you.”

  “Hey, little girl – missed you too!” he said, wrapping those strong arms around my middle, pulling me closer than he ever had before.

  I relaxed against him, not willing to be the first one to pull away from our embrace.

  After a beat longer than was considered appropriate for siblings, he finally released me, allowing my feet to touch the ground. I hadn’t even realized he’d been lifting me up.

  I already felt weightless in his arms.

  “Look, I’m sorry I couldn’t come home for your birthday last month, or... when your mom... you know...” he said sadly. I brushed off his comment, tired of thinking about my mother. She wasn’t worth the effort.

  “It’s okay. I know you had midterms.” David didn’t need to feel guilty, and I couldn’t blame him for not coming home.

  “Anyway,” he started, looking to change the subject and break the awkward tension between us. “Lets get home. Dad’s got an extra special dinner cooking just for our favorite girl.”

  “Oh... you’ve talked to Daddy today?” I hedged, feeling my stomach sink at the thought that he might have already spilled my naughty secret to David.

  “Of course. He came home from work early this afternoon just to get your dinner ready. We also had a little chat about your graduation present, but that, little girl, is a secret,” David whispered, his eyes twinkling mischievously, making my tummy flutter as usual. Though, I had to admit, these days, the feelings he elicited were infinitely stronger than before.

  Finally, we were off, speeding away as David pulled out of the parking lot, his hands perfectly positioned at ten and two on the steering wheel, eyes relaxed, yet focused on the road. He was as gorgeous as ever. Looking the way he did, it was impossible not to watch him. I just couldn’t stop thinking about those hands and the way they looked wrapped around his cock as he pushed it into that girl’s ass.

  God help me, I wanted to be that girl.

  I wanted it so much I thought I might go insane from all the pent-up lust that had been building inside, and it was only getting worse since Daddy took away my favorite movie and gave me strict orders not to touch myself.

  Didn’t Daddy realize I was going to explode if I didn’t get some kind of release soon?

  What was he doing to me?

  “Are you okay, Erica?” David asked, startling me from my lust-induced trance. “You look a little... I don’t know... flushed?”

  “I’m fine...” My reply was quick, reflexive, and David raised his brow at me in disapproval as if to call me out on my bullshit. “I’ll be fine,” I amended, not really certain that I actually would. He seemed to accept it though, and kept his eyes on the road, occasionally making small talk while he maneuvered the busy streets on our way home.

  Thankfully, David was acting pretty normal toward me, so I didn’t think that he had any idea about what I’d been doing in his room or what happened between Daddy and me. That realization helped me to relax quite a bit.

  Once we were finally home, I hopped excitedly out of the car, ready to be rid of my school uniform once and for all.

  If I ever saw another plaid skirt again, it would be too soon.

  With a skip in my step, I followed David through the front doors but purposefully bypassed the kitchen in an effort to get upstairs to my room to change. Maybe it wasn’t the right way of going about things, but I was also avoiding Daddy too, though I had to admit, after barely talking to him for the last few days, I was starting to miss him a little.

  “Erica?” Daddy’s voice called out as my foot touched the first step. “Come to the kitchen, honey.”

  “Oh... I was just going to change first,” I called back and moved as if to go upstairs.

  Daddy had other ideas, though. “No time, sweetie. Your dinner is gonna get cold if you don’t come now,” he directed, and I could hear a bit of impatience in his voice. I didn’t want to ruin dinner, so I did as I was told and made my way to the kitchen.

  “There she is,” Daddy said with a laugh, pulling me in for a hug. “There’s my beautiful girl.”

  “Hey, Daddy,” I whispered, happy to be in his strong arms again.

  I missed this.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw David watching me closely, but I tried not to focus on him. I didn’t want to get caught acting naughty and give Daddy a reason to spill my secret.

  Hell no. I hoped that secret never got out, or I’d never be able to face my stepbrother again.

  Just like David had in the parking lot, Daddy held onto me much longer than normal, and again, I didn’t pull away, even though I wanted to. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be close to Daddy, but I was worried my ever-perceptive stepbrother would notice and get suspicious.

  “All right, let’s enjoy dinner, and then the three of us will discuss your little graduation surprise,” he promised, finally releasing me from his grasp.

  I smiled at that, having no idea what kind of gift the two of them had planned for me. I didn’t think it was a car or anything that expensive, but maybe it was some kind of trip or possibly some new clothes. The possibilities were so exciting.

  The three of us finally sat down for dinner to enjoy the nice meal Daddy had prepared. It was a feast, and all my favorites were there.

  “This is delicious,” I complimented after a few bites.

  “You’re welcome, sweetie.”

  Once we’d all had our fill, I stood up to collect the dishes, but Daddy placed a hand on mine to stop me before I could. “I’ll take care of those. You and David go wait in the living room while I clean up.”

  With a nod, I stood from my chair and followed David, doing as Daddy said. I was excited about my present, so I didn’t even attempt to run upstairs to change, wanting to make sure I didn’t miss it when Daddy came to tell me the surprise.

  Once we were alone again, David and I tried to make small talk, but I was itching to ask him questions about college, since the university he attended was where I hoped to go. I never got the chance, though, because Daddy entered the room less than a minute later carrying three glasses of wine and a bottle of ibuprofen.

  With a confused look, I watched him as he placed the pills and the wine on the coffee table.

  “What’s this for?” I asked after a moment of silence.

  David and Daddy shared a mischievous look before they simultaneously moved to the couch to sit beside me.

  “Have some,” David suggested before taking a drink of wine. I looked down at the glass in front of me, feeling unsure until Daddy lifted it and placed it into my hand.

  Realizing that I wasn’t going to get in trouble for consuming alcohol at my age, I accepted the glass and took a sip of the dark red liquid. It was bitter and a bit dry, almost making my lips pucker a bit in response, but I kind of liked it. I took a few more sips and then Daddy and David followed, drinking from their own glasses as well.

  “Good?” Daddy asked, and I looked up at him, smiling and nodding. After a moment, my gaze locked on the ibuprofen bottle, and I wondered about its purpose. David was watching me and opened the bottle to shak
e out a few pills.

  He handed them to me wordlessly.

  “You may want to take those, Erica. They’ll help with your surprise,” Daddy said cryptically.

  “What is it?” I asked, feeling my nerves set on edge.

  David and Daddy shared another look. This time it was questioning, and David nodded his agreement before giving me a strange, sultry look that made my heart slam against my chest.

  “Us,” Daddy said suddenly, forcing me to tear my eyes from David’s handsome face.

  “Huh?” I replied, not understanding.

  “You asked what your surprise was...” David reminded, suggestively placing his hand on my thigh “...and he answered you. It’s us. We’re your surprise.”

  Daddy punctuated David’s statement by placing his hand on my other thigh, turning his body toward me.

  Both men began rubbing my leg in a sensual manner that instantly shocked my body to life.

  Still, though, I thought I must be misunderstanding. Surely they didn’t mean what I thought they meant. Did they?

  “Erica, sweet girl, just relax, swallow those, and then let David and I take care of you,” Daddy urged sweetly, letting his warm lips brush against the skin on my neck.

  “We’re gonna make you feel so good, little girl,” David said, agreeing. I looked up at him in shock. Of course I knew Daddy was thinking dirty thoughts about me, but it seemed that David was now in on it too.

  What were they planning?

  My mind wandered back to David’s DVD and to the fact that Daddy knew that the contents of that video had become my deepest darkest fantasy. It was then I knew that he’d told David my secret and that they’d planned this together.

  As my heart began to pulse faster in my chest, I remembered the two circular little pills in my hand, and I looked at them, confused. “What are these for?” I asked quietly, feeling naive that I even had to ask.

  “It’s your first time, sweetie,” Daddy whispered in my ear, letting his hand trail between my thighs for the longest second before he let it dip underneath my plaid skirt. “You’re going to be very sore by the time we finish. These will just help a little with some of the discomfort.”

  At his words, my mouth hung open in shock, and I looked back to David to see if he approved of all this. The seductive smile on his sexy face spoke volumes.

  Not wanting to ruin the mood, I took the pills, chasing them with a gulp of wine, the dry berry taste causing my lips to pucker.

  “Why don’t we start with a little kissing and touching?” David suggested when he saw the hint of panic in my expression. It wasn’t that I was denying myself what I wanted most, but imagining having Daddy and David inside me at the same time was just a fantasy. The realization that I had the chance to make it reality was a bit jarring and difficult to wrap my head around.

  “Don’t be nervous, Erica,” Daddy whispered again, letting his fingers glide over the lace trim of my cotton panties. “David and I are going to make you feel so, so good.”

  My eyes rolled back as their mouths began licking and sucking on my neck, sending any objections I had out the door.

  At the same time, two sets of masculine hands caressed my knees, parting them before working their way beneath my skirt. The dual sensation set my body on fire, intensifying the demanding, hollow ache between my thighs, fanning the flames till it felt as though I might burst.

  “So soft.” David punctuated his compliment by kissing my neck while he and Daddy slid their hands under the hem my panties at the same time, making their actions seem calculated, choreographed somehow. With bated breath, I watched as they simultaneously tugged the cotton fabric down, making me lift my bottom so they could pull them down my legs and remove them completely.

  As soon as my panties landed soundlessly on the floor, I felt cool air come in contact with my soaked slit. My tingling skin was so sensitive and aroused that my body responded to the sensation with a small moan of pure pleasure.

  The feeling became even more intense as the two men each wrapped a hand around one of my thighs, urging them to part, spreading my legs wider and wider, opening me till I was laid bare for their lust-filled eyes.

  They had my legs spread so wide, it was as if I was sitting in both their laps at the same time.

  Gasping loudly, I felt my breathing become irregular and uneven as Daddy began rubbing my tummy while David’s hand moved beneath my blouse, lifting the satiny bra cup out of his way so he could rub and tease one of my stiff nipples.

  I moaned again, embarrassingly loud.

  “You like that?” Daddy asked, sliding his hand lower. I knew where he was about to touch me, and my body quivered in anticipation. “What about this?”

  Without hesitation, Daddy’s warm fingers slid teasingly against my soaked slit as if testing my reaction. With my gaze locked on his, I whimpered, begging on behalf of the hollow ache that had settled deep within my pussy – a demanding need that caused my inner walls to clench reflexively.

  At the consent in my eyes, Daddy’s skilled hands suddenly moved with a sense of urgency that left me breathless, rubbing my slippery lips, parting them so he could push one of his fingers inside me.

  “Fuck... David... you have to feel this. Our little girl has the tightest, hottest pussy I’ve ever felt in my life,” Daddy groaned while working his finger in and out, making me whimper and moan.

  Suddenly, I needed more.

  I needed to feel David’s fingers inside me too.

  “Fuck,” my stepbrother whispered, removing his lips from my neck and his hand from inside my bra to join Daddy’s inside my panties.

  Within seconds, Daddy’s finger was gone, only to be replaced by David’s, which somehow felt even thicker than Daddy’s. “Fuck... you were right - so fucking sweet and tight,” he agreed easily and began moving it inside me, showing me pleasure I never dreamed existed, while at the same time using his thumb to slowly rub my clit till I began gasping and panting, my body shaking as my pussy trembled helplessly.

  “Mmm... please...” I moaned, unsure of what I was even begging for them to do. I just knew I needed to come, and they both knew how to make it happen.

  “You want more, little girl?” David asked, his voice rasping and heavy with lust. I simply nodded, unable to find the words to respond. He replied by pushing another finger against my slick entrance, sliding it in, stretching me till he could get it all the way inside.

  “So full,” I gasped, and my thighs began to quiver.

  Somehow, in the midst of all the kissing and touching and sucking, I hadn’t even noticed the fact that my skirt had ridden all the way up, leaving my innocent flesh open and exposed. I was vulnerable, but it was like they were worshipping me, like they couldn’t get enough. I’d never felt anything like it before.

  “You like David’s fingers inside you, sweetie?” Daddy whispered against my neck.

  Again I nodded.

  “Then just wait till that tight little pussy is stuffed full of this,” he growled, grabbing my hand to place it on the thick erection inside his pants. My lips parted and a small whimper escaped.

  Just the thought of having Daddy’s hard cock inside me was all the visual I needed to send me spiralling into a climax so intense that my body shook uncontrollably for what felt like hours until warm liquid began to gush from my quivering pussy.

  What was that?

  “Oh yeah... fuck. Did you see that?” Daddy praised, unable to tear his eyes away from the area between my legs. “Our little girl is a squirter.”

  “Fuck. That looked so hot, Erica,” David agreed. “I think I’m gonna need a taste.”

  My eyes widened at his words, surprised at what he was planning. No one had ever touched my pussy before today, much less tasted it...

  I felt a twinge of anxiety then excitement as he lifted my leg off his and helped to settle me on Daddy’s lap so that I could lean back against his broad chest, positioning me the way he wanted me, my heels resting on Daddy’s knees, hol
ding me so that when his legs moved farther apart, my legs would spread further.

  He didn’t hesitate to make sure I opened wide for David.

  “Oh fuck,” I whimpered as he bent in front of me, his eyes dark and seductive as he stared down at my exposed body, making me shiver at the thought of what he was about to do.

  “Try not to squirm too much, Erica. You don’t want to fall off Daddy’s lap now, do you?” David teased before running his large hands up and down my thighs soothingly. My body shuddered in response, but I didn’t move as he leaned forward and skimmed his nose over my slit, breathing deeply as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Intoxicating.”

  Within seconds, David warm lips enveloped my clit, and he began to kiss and lick the sensitive spot, swirling his tongue around it as if my little nub was a sticky-sweet lollipop.

  This time around, my eyes were the ones rolling back, my breath catching in my throat as my body stiffened in response to the wave of pleasure that had my pussy clenching harder than ever before.

  “Did David make you come?” Daddy whispered in my ear before his hands began to wander the expanse of my breasts, fingers tugging and massaging.

  The sensation of having Daddy’s strong hands and David’s talented tongue simultaneously working my body into a frenzy of pleasure was nearly enough to drive me mad with lust.

  I’d never felt so much desire in my life.

  Just as I was coming down from that pulse-pounding climax, Daddy announced that it was his turn to show off his tongue-twisting talents and proceeded to hand me over to David, placing me in the same position I’d been in before, but on my stepbrother’s lap this time.

  Unlike David, who took his time focusing on my clit, Daddy seemed to go straight for my tight little hole, licking the juices from around the entrance before he plunged his warm tongue inside, making me whimper and whine pathetically in response to the soft thrusting sensation that was almost on the verge of tickling me with every single flick and curl.

  Then, as if I’d been shocked, my body jolted as Daddy’s finger began to probe my other hole. It was slippery though, and with a small amount of pressure, his finger slid right in, making me moan and writhe in David’s lap.