Being Their Baby

by Korey Mae Johnson

  “I know, bunny baby. That’s why you’re lucky you have a daddy and an uncle who love you and will give you everything you need… Even if that’s a good hard spanking or if we need to bend you over and take this little bottom-hole of yours nice and hard…”

  Just thinking about walking along with either of them in a short skirt and being playfully naughty until they bent her over the first surface they found, flipped up her skirt, moved her panties aside, and fucked her senseless while speaking in her ear just like this… The idea sent her over the edge.

  She was coming so hard, she screamed and dug her fingers into Josh’s thigh. She couldn’t have been hurting him, since she heard him groan, “That’s a good girl. Come for Uncle Josh, that’s my baby girl.” She felt like she’d even gone blind for a moment—all she saw was a haze of white, and then her body flushed as she finally could take calming breaths again.

  He slowly pulled his finger from her bottom and continued to swirl his fingers up and down her folds. When she fell backwards wearily against him, she felt him kiss her forehead. “I think I tuckered out my baby girl,” he said with a contented sigh. “I think I should put you to bed.”

  She suddenly darkened angrily. “I don’t want to go to bed,” she snapped. “I’m not even tired.”

  He turned off the jets. “Mmmhmm.” He didn’t sound convinced at all, and he looped a strong arm around her and pulled her up with him as he got to his feet. “C’mon, bunny.” He lifted her and set her down out of the tub. He walked around her and pulled a fresh folded towel from a nearby cupboard, wrapped it around his waist, and then brought one over to her.

  He unfolded the towel and began to pat her skin dry. “Did you like bath time with Uncle Josh?” he asked her with a seductive, teasing grin.

  “Is all bath time like that?” she asked innocently, biting her lip.

  “When you’re a good girl,” he assured mysteriously, then kissed her just below her belly button as he dried her off.

  “Do you dry off all your girlfriends?” she asked grumpily.

  “Nope. Only the really adorable ones.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “How many?”

  He kissed her cheek. “Just you, my little cock-tease.” He turned her toward the door and said, “Take a right, go into my bedroom, and lie on the bed with that towel under you.”

  She blinked. “Why?” she asked curiously.

  “Because I’m shaving that cute little pussy of yours before Charlie beats me to it… But I have to see to something first, so give me a few minutes.”

  She worried her brow for a long moment, staring at him like he just told her he was going to throw her into a volcano.

  “Stop looking at me like that. You’ll be fine. I’ve never nicked a girl before in my life. I’ve done this plenty of times.” He gave her a couple of very gentle swats on her towel-covered bottom to egg her on toward the exit. “Now out.”

  She frowned at him. “Do you have to?”

  “Yep.” He gave her a last push and then immediately closed the door as soon as she got an inch past the doorway. She frowned at the door, but then heard him groan like he’d been doing in her ear.

  “Are you masturbating?” she asked through the door.

  His next words sounded both annoyed and impatient. “Bunny, hop into the bedroom. I’m holding a loaded gun here.”

  So, that was a ‘yes.’ She continued to watch the door curiously, trying to listen in. She didn’t know why, but suddenly the idea of Josh trying to pleasure himself was alluring.

  “Go away,” he demanded, apparently knowing that she hadn’t walked away from the door yet.

  “Can I watch?” she asked hopefully.

  She imagined that many men would think that was hot. They did it all the time in porno, after all. Josh, however, sounded incredulous. “What? No!”

  “Why not?” she asked, tightening her towel around her body.

  He opened the door. She smiled and looked up, only to see that he looked very on edge with his lips curled down. “Do you need a spanking?”

  “No,” she muttered, curling her toes into the carpet, “but I’m your girlfriend, right? Doesn’t that mean something?”

  “Yeah. It means that hopefully when I redden your bottom for you, you won’t call the cops after,” he replied firmly. He looked at her for a long moment before he rolled his eyes. “You have no idea what it’s like being a guy, but right now it feels like my cock is being squeezed by a vise, and I can’t do this under pressure. I need to be in control of myself when I go in there to shave you. It’s hot, and I can’t take you yet.”

  “Why not?” she asked suddenly, surprising herself. Did she even want that?

  He sighed. “Because,” he said, squinting as if in pain. “We’re both tired as hell, and you’re not on birth control yet, and like hell I’m using a condom on our first time. I want to feel everything.”

  She frowned; she hadn’t thought about what a condom might do for a man’s enjoyment. Come to think of it, they had to be pretty horrible. It wasn’t as if her family members used them… Her whole neighborhood had a pregnancy rate that only dictated that condoms were more taboo than the act of sex itself.

  “Well, can I…” Her stomach fluttered, but she wanted a little bit more with Josh. He’d just given her an orgasm that made her see stars! And he was sweet and patient when he needed to be, and firm and steady when that was called for, too. “…help out with that?” She pointed to the budge protruding from his towel.

  That budge suddenly quaked.

  Josh’s eyes rounded with surprise. “Wait, have you ever touched a man there before?”

  She shook her head, and was afraid that this was going to end up with her being sent to the room with a good, firm slap to her ass.

  He looked conflicted for a second, pinching his lips together tightly. “Fuck it,” he said, suddenly pulling her back into the bathroom, folded a towel, and then plopped it on the ground in front of him, saying, “No time like the present to start.” He pointed at the towel and said, “Kneel.”

  She knelt where instructed; her knees were now wobbly anyway. When she looked up at him, trying to look far more confident than she felt, he was frowning at her.

  “What?” she asked nervously.

  He grinned wryly for a second, but then grumbled with disappointment, “This is a ride for those this tall or over.” He put his hand up about six inches over her head, then he looked around the bathroom frantically.

  “I could stand…” she offered.

  He walked around her and to the bathtub. “Nah, then you’d be too tall for this.” He sat down on the bathtub’s edge. “All right, baby, crawl over here,” he said, pointing at the floor between his knees.

  She swallowed, then picked up her folded towel, crawled over to him, and placed the towel down on the floor, knelt on it and looked up.

  “There we go,” he said, then unwrapped the towel around his waist.

  She inhaled a sharp breath as he took off the towel. She’d felt his cock up against her in the tub, but she hadn’t seen it yet. Now, it was mere inches from her nose.

  It was bald, large, bulbous, long, hard, and veiny. All in all, it was both one of the most frightening and alluring things she had ever seen in her life. “Give me your hand, baby girl,” he said, breaking her entranced stare.

  She put a shaky hand into his outreached one, and he guided it right to his shaft. She was immediately struck by how hard yet extremely soft the skin was.

  “It’s nothing to be scared of, bunny. Just pet it,” he ordered with a patient grin, not seeming to care that she couldn’t even loop her entire hand around it. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and waited for further instruction.

  He was happy to provide it; he taught her how to squeeze him just right as she stroked from the base to the head. He stroked the top of her head when she was doing everything correctly. “You’re such a good girl. You’re making Uncle Josh feel so damn good,” he gritted out, an
d she smiled, happy to be doing something right. This really wasn’t so hard!

  “Open your mouth, bunny,” he suddenly said, grabbing his cock and pointing it directly to Sophie’s lips. “I’m gonna step up this lesson a bit.”

  She trembled slightly at this and looked up at him. He didn’t look like a man who was hesitating; in fact, he nearly looked a bit desperate. “Lick it like an ice cream cone—just the head right now.”

  She slowly put out her tongue, hesitating all the while. When she put her tongue to his skin, and he groaned with pleasure, she realized it wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t as if he tasted bad, or even musky. His flesh was silky smooth under her tongue. She licked across it hungrily, enjoying his pleased reaction.

  After barely a minute, he grunted, “Put your lips around the head, just a bit at first,” he told her, and she hesitantly put her lips around the crown of his cock. “That’s a good girl. Just keep your mouth wide, watch your teeth, and give me some of that tongue.”

  Somehow, he pressed his cock into her mouth, holding the back of her head to direct himself inside of her. She ran her tongue teasingly over the bottom, where she could almost feel his heartbeat.

  “Jesus, you’re so cute,” he gritted. She could hear him fight for his breath. “Bunny, bunny… I’m gonna… I’m gonna come, sweetheart, and I want you to try to swallow all of it like a good girl.”

  She didn’t really have time to protest, although she had always thought that she would be a swallower—she had watched porn and the girls that spit it out didn’t look cute, attractive, or classy. Still, she didn’t know what to expect until he was shooting warm, salty seed across the back of her tongue.

  “Urgh!” Josh gave a shout, his abdomen clenching, and his hold on the back of her head becoming firmer.

  His seed didn’t taste bad, but somehow its thickness and saltiness was overwhelming and she simply didn’t have the time to adjust to pearl after pearl of Josh’s cream shooting into her mouth. She gagged slightly and tried to pull back from his cock, but he held her head where it was. “C’mon, baby doll, swallow it for me,” he begged, practically choking her with his length and not seeming to know it.

  She tried to swallow, although she couldn’t close her mouth, and ended up sputtering, and her eyes began to water from the sensation. Eventually he pulled out of her mouth and she was able to actually swallow. She looked up at him, panting from the intensity.

  “Jesus! What is wrong with me?” He was suddenly on the floor with her, holding her and stroking her back. “I’m so sorry, Soph—I don’t know what I was thinking. Are you okay?”

  She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah,” she panted, but then sniffled.

  “I lost my mind—I just… I’m sorry.” He kissed her cheek over and over, then picked her up and put her back on the counter. He wetted a washcloth and wiped the tears off her cheeks. He gently put his hand on her face. “You okay, angel?” he asked again, concern awash on his features.

  She nodded again. She was already calming down. “I’m okay, Uncle Josh.”

  “You’re a tough girl,” he told her, then kissed her on the lips. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to hers and pulled a damp strand of hair behind her ear. “I love you so much. Let me know if I’m ever moving too fast again, okay? I promise to try to slow down. I don’t want to lose you.”

  She smiled, biting her lip again. She couldn’t help it, but she actually believed him when he told her he loved her now. He said it so firmly, which was odd because normally he was joking one-hundred percent of the time with a laugh to his tone.

  “I’m okay.” She raised her chin. “I wanted to taste you.”

  He grinned and then kissed her again. “I feel like I just won the lottery. We don’t deserve a girl like you, you know that?” He pulled back and dropped his hand to her waist and patted her hip. “Let’s put you straight to bed, huh?”

  She frowned, her eyes widening with anger. “No! We just had a thing, and—” she blathered heatedly.

  “I meant with me, in my bed,” he interjected.

  She closed her mouth and blinked. “Really?” she asked, feeling her mood change like a storm clearing overhead.

  He gave a laugh. “I’m taking that as a ‘yes.’” He tipped his shoulder and pulled her over it. Before she knew it, her towel was forgotten on the counter and her naked body was draped over his shoulder as he carried her into his bedroom, and then dropped her on the bed.

  He pulled on some underwear taken from a drawer and then pulled out a big, red hockey jersey and carried it to her. “Arms up.”

  Smiling happily, she put her arms straight up and let him dress her in the oversized shirt.

  He stepped back and looked at her appraisingly. “Yep. A size too small for me is a gown on you. That being said—I totally have a thing for petite chicks, as you might have noticed.”

  He disappeared for a moment, then came back when she was busy finding the least-clumpy pillow he had to sleep on. He came up quietly behind her.

  “Stay right where you are; that’s perfect,” he told her, and she stopped kneeling and quickly moved her bottom to the bed. Surely, he could see everything when she was bent over, and it had to be obscene. “Kneel,” he told her, patting her bottom. “Are you allergic to anything?”

  “No, I—” She turned her head and saw that he was brandishing a needle. “What is that?” she screeched, trying to crawl away from it.

  “Birth control. Liz talked to you about birth control. You said you’d go on it,” he reminded her. “This is it. You’ll barely feel it.”

  “Well, I’m not having sex yet!” she reminded him, putting a pillow up as a shield between them. “Go and stick that thing in a horse where it belongs.”

  “Hey, bunny baby, this stuff is the boss. No periods, no worrying, no unintentional babies. This is what I call the best invention since sliced bread.” He gave her a very kind, patient smirk. “Tell you what—if you raise your towel and take this, which you’ll barely feel, I promise that you can eat a slice of cake for dinner tonight.”

  “That’s just ridiculous! I can’t be bargained with like I’m a child!” she argued firmly, eyeing the needle. Then she thought about it and remembered that she hadn’t had breakfast yet, and arched an eyebrow. “Out of curiosity, though… what kind of cake are we talking about?”

  “Chocolate. It’s huge, too,” he assured quickly.

  She pressed her lips together and considered the size of the horse needle. He could call it whatever he wanted, but it was too long for a human.

  “Like, the size of my face?” she clarified, knowing that ‘huge’ was an objective term.

  “Bigger.”

  It was an exaggeration, probably, but she conceded and slowly raised her bottom and pointed it at him. “And you said it’s not painful?”

  He looped his arm around her waist. “It’s a shot,” he merely said, and she felt the poke… followed by the burning pain that she instinctually had known would be part of the process.

  “Yipe!” she screeched and bucked. “Josh! You lying rat!”

  He let her go, laughing. “I didn’t lie. I said you’d barely feel it, maybe, but that’s all very subjective. People sometimes don’t feel snake bites, for example.” He reached over and gave her a pat, then hummed to himself. “I don’t know why, but that just turned me on a little. When we do this again in six months, I think I’m going to role-play around it. Do something even naughtier, like give you an exam,” he said teasingly, but then she wasn’t sure if he was teasing. He walked to the bathroom and came back out without anything in his hands. “C’mon, bunny. Let’s tuck you in before you get any angrier with me.”

  He walked to the top of the bed and slid down the covers, patting the fitted sheet underneath. “Come on.”

  After hesitating for a moment, just to give him one last glare, she crawled over and let him tuck her under the covers before he turned off the lights, closed the bedroom door, and put them in darknes
s. She felt the bed shift when he lay in the bed, punctuated by a loud, relief-filled, “Aahhh!” as if the bed was the most wonderful thing in the world.

  He adjusted himself, and then she felt his arm curl around her and pull her into a spoon. Her head didn’t reach his shoulders, and his chin was nearly resting above her head. “Hm,” he grumbled sleepily. “You’re small enough that your hair’s not gonna choke me when we sleep this way. This sleeping arrangement might just work.”

  She wiggled her hips against him, and giggled, “I’ve never not worn panties to bed before.”

  He snickered and squeezed her affectionately. “Get used to it, you sexy little bunny. Now be a good baby girl and go to sleep.”

  After all she’d just shared with Josh, she didn’t think that was possible. Yet she was asleep in less than a minute, comforted and soothed by his surrounding arms.

  Chapter Nine

  Damn Josh had turned his phone off, making Charlie swear a blue streak more than once that day. Commentating the game that afternoon had been a nightmare; for once, he hadn’t been in the mood for football. Charlie knew he’d blown something big with Sophie, and he couldn’t even figure out when he could make things right again.

  He walked into the house and listened to the silence. He looked around, and then found only Liz inside. She was sitting in the office reading something from a computer screen. She turned when he stepped in.

  “So?” he asked her.

  She crossed her legs knowingly. “I pretty much want to kill Josh, too. I have no idea what he’s doing in the pool house, but they’re still in there.”

  “Fuck,” Charlie hissed, tugging at his tie. “He can’t hold her hostage away from us!”

  Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “You know that’s not what he’s doing, right? I’m more upset that he’s not bringing her back to pay the piper. Misbehavior needs to be handled consistently and immediately, and if running away at all hours in a snowstorm isn’t disobedience, I don’t know what is!”