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A Sugar Daddy’s Secret

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by Kathleen Hill


  Since the door no longer locked due to a dramatic and unfortunate door slam years earlier, and since the shower ran at such a distance that it was impossible to hear it through the closed door, Mina was able to swing the door open and walk partway in before she saw that anything was wrong. Dirk, by contrast, could tell immediately that something was wrong, but allowed it to happen anyway.

  He stood at the end of the bathroom’s length, his clothes piled neatly on the counter. His bare skin caught the scant morning light and transformed it, turned it into something beautiful.

  “Well this is a pleasant surprise,” he said, and stretched, rising up onto the tips of his toes as he pulled his arms up over his head. Pectorals and biceps and a bunch of other muscles that Mina could scarcely name went taut, and then relaxed, the sight of it utterly transfixing. She knew she was blushing already, harder than before. Her stepbrother grinned, the expression naughty, lascivious in a way she didn’t know he could be. “So forward!”

  “Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here. I’ll wait.” It should have been the easiest thing in the world to say, so why wasn’t Mina saying it? Why did the words escape her, as her eyes hovered on Dirk’s naked form, daring a momentary dip to take in the girth of his cock, something she hadn’t even seen in full during their dalliance a year ago, as rushed and darkened as that had been. Everything below her waist seemed to ache with need, a throbbing like the rhythmic tolling of some grand bell that reverberated through her moment by moment. She had let him get her right to the edge of climax last night before she pulled away, and this was what she got in return.

  Everyone else in the house was asleep. Mina closed her eyes, exhaled deeply, and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. It didn’t lock, but if she piled up her clothes at its bottom, they would delay anyone attempting to open it long enough for them to notice, for one of them to call out. Occupied.

  “Don’t say anything, Dirk,” Mina said carefully, allowing her voice to rise just above the level of the hissing spray of water already issuing from within the shower. “The rest of the house is asleep, we’ve got some time, and somehow I’m horny. Isn’t this what you wanted? Why you have to tease?”

  “Sorry, sorry,” Dirk smiled, then gestured to the tub. The act of raising one thick leg to get in struck Mina’s hormone-addled brain as profoundly erotic, something that made her picture planting a kiss to the inside of his thigh. He slipped under the spray and for a moment Mina could see his chest glimmering with cascading droplets, water clinging to his abs, running in rivulets around his navel, down his shoulders, everywhere. Closing the curtain robbed her of that sight, but it also afforded Mina a little privacy and space for herself to prepare for what she was about to do, a gesture for which she found herself grateful. Dirk could be awfully considerate when he wanted to be.

  Placing her palms flat on the counter, Mina looked her reflection in the eye. This didn’t have to mean anything, she told herself, bargained with herself. You’ve already done it once, what additional harm could a second time bring? It’s just a little fun. You’re just horny… just go in there and get off. Nothing else has to happen.

  Before she could hesitate again, she slipped out of her pants and panties, kicking them over in front of the door. Her shirt followed suit, and it took her a few moments more to properly wedge the pile in beneath the door frame, ensuring that it would be difficult to be taken by surprise. Swallowing, she turned back into the bathroom, opened the shower curtain and slipped beneath the warm torrent of water.

  Dirk had moved aside as she had drawn close, giving her the spot right below the shower-head, and in the first few seconds Mina simply found herself profoundly rocked by the pleasant sensation of hot water against her skin. She did a slow turn, allowing the water to coat her, running through her hair and down her body. In time, she turned back to her stepbrother, who was staring openly, something for which she couldn’t blame him; she could scarcely believe she was doing this herself.

  “Okay, so who’s gonna soap whose back first?”

  “Oh, come on, I think we both know you didn’t come here for that,” Dirk murmured into the spray, his voice echoing off of the tiles in the enclosed space. “I knew you couldn’t stay away.”

  “I’m also in here to shower, Dirk,” Mina breathed, shrugging her shoulders. “So if you want to play, be a good boy and soap me up, yes?”

  She turned her back to him then, could feel his eyes on her ass as she did so. Mina offered him a little wiggle, and this was all it took to get Dirk to retrieve the little bottle of shower gel and squirt some into his hands. She moaned, at the first touch of those wide palms on her back, both of them lying flat on either shoulder blade, rubbing the cool soap into her skin. Suds began to drift slowly down the curves of her back in long, streaky lines of bubbles and foam, running eventually over her hips and legs as Dirk continued to rub, growing bolder in his touching by the moment. He graduated, eagerly, to running his soapy hands along her waist, reaching closer to Mina’s front with every slick, vaguely erotic circuit of her body he made. Shivering, Mina pushed herself back against him, slick skin on slick skin, enjoying the solid heat of his body, the friction of their movements against one another.

  God, she had never known she was this easy, before him.

  It wasn’t like she hadn’t had reservations the first time they had done this, she had been just as reticent with Dirk up against her, kissing her, last year. He could just… do something to her, touch her and love her in ways that turned her to putty in his hands, arousal erasing all sense of shame until what was left was pliable and open to a huge amount of fun. It was the only reason that she was here now, letting him do this to her, encouraging him to touch her like this once more, after all her resistance the night before. Dirk had gotten her wet and waking up like that put some dents into Mina’s mind that she needed to work out; only his touch could give her the satisfaction she needed, she knew that from experience.

  Her lips parted in a silent groan when Dirk slid his fingers between her legs, pushing up to the last knuckle inside of her. Her back arched.

  “So wet already?” He was right next to her ear, the feeling of his breath on her neck sending a shiver down Mina’s spine. “You must really want me. I can’t imagine why you denied me last night…”

  “I’ve been like this since then, you tease,” she shot back, biting her lip. Her hips moved in a flowing, undulating dance against his hand, pushing him gently in and out of her.

  “Glad I could make an impact,” Dirk replied with his mouth on his stepsister’s neck, pushing a second finger into her. The sound she made was one of pure lust, but unseen to Dirk, Mina was grinning.

  Before he could stop her, she turned around, his probing fingers falling from her as Mina laid her hands on his shoulders for balance and slid down onto her knees. Dirk stared, wide-eyed and wondering, at the salaciousness that had overtaken his stepsister, so different than she had been even the night before. He had vanished for a year to avoid him, and all it had taken was a little finger fucking, a little tease and denial, to open her up to him as she had been the first time. His breath caught in his throat when she bent her neck and slid her mouth around the tip of his cock, one hand finding her hair and stroking encouragingly.

  The tip of Mina’s tongue flicked at the underside of Dirk’s head, and she felt it pulse satisfyingly in her mouth. She dipped lower before withdrawing, creating a slow, lazy circuit that put him a few inches deeper each time, working herself up to taking the entirety of his length. By the time she was done, Dirk was throbbing in her mouth, gone to full hardness at the skillful application of her tongue and lips and teeth. She scraped the skin of his shaft with the latter, just to see him flinch, to feel a little of her own power in this situation; Dirk pursued her as insistently as he did for a reason, after all. Mina could make him shiver and want, just as he could do to her.

  Mina closed her eyes and sucked, focusing all her attention on the pulsing shaft in her mouth. Dir
k was a good size for her, enough to offer a challenge without outright choking her, and Mina quickly found herself moaning around his hardness, her tongue a constant roaming presence around the sweet heat of his member. All too soon the older man began to throb, droplets of his come heralding his incipient orgasm, and it was then that Mina sprung her trap, pulling back and leaving his cock glistening and bobbing, untouched, in the air in front of her.

  “And now you know how that feels,” she snipped, grabbing hold of the side of the tub and pulling herself to her feet, water sloshing around the bottom.

  Chapter 6

  “Hey, seriously? No fair!” Dirk protested as loudly as he dared, moving to grab Mina by the wrist.

  “It is no fair, isn’t it? Maybe I should leave you like that for the day, see how you feel then.” She grinned. She was goading him, could see the heat rising in his eyes, the same sort of mischievous energy that had so often preceded some grand gesture or massive argument. Dirk had always been a sort of man under pressure, someone who would watch and wait and then, without any warning, leap into action. Mina had learned to read his signs.

  So she knew something was coming when he came at her, just not what. He still took her by surprise.

  Before Mina could properly respond, she found herself pressed up against the wall, bare back against cold, wet tiles, water still spilling from the shower above over the two of them. Both of Dirk’s hands were on her hips, his thumbs pressing gently into the bone there, holding her in place. There had, miraculously, only been the slightest of scuffles before reaching this point, the sound of squeaking feet slipping on the slick bathtub floor alone, before they found themselves in this new position; nobody had fallen, something that Mina could tell just by looking that the two of them were grateful for. It seemed to her that Dirk had not thought of how easy it would be to slip here before he moved to press his stepsister against the wall.

  “You didn’t have to leave last night, Mina,” he said, recovering quickly. Water ran down his neck, sliding over the tendons to be found there in a way that Mina found desperately attractive. “You could have stayed, and I would have made sure you were more than satisfied, and you know that I could do that because you spent a whole night letting me the last time. You left because you wanted to, don’t try to pretend it was some mean teasing thing I was doing.”

  He didn’t let her respond right away, instead leaning in to kiss her, his tongue sliding against hers. Mina whimpered as he drew away, kissing a blazing line down her jaw, her throat, down to her breasts, where he captured one nipple in his mouth and rolled it in his teeth. She could only gasp as he ground against her, his erection rubbing on her hip so insistently that she instinctively put her leg up on the rim of the tub, offering his hardness better access to her pussy.

  “Y-you have a point there…” She trembled, her arms coming around him to hold him close to her.

  “And honestly, I don’t get why you ran,” Dirk continued, possessed of a momentum all his own that kept him on topic despite his stepsister’s new pliability. His cock slid between her legs, the tip nestled firmly between the lips of her pussy, and yet he stopped, didn’t press his advantage to slide into her as he so clearly desired. Instead, he kept talking. “Don’t you remember it? How good it felt to be with me? Can you honestly tell me you didn’t want that last night?”

  Mina could remember, better now than ever before. With him so close by she could feel it all coming back to her in a flood of recall, the scents and tastes and pressures of her stepbrother washing back over her in waves. In a whispered voice he entreated her to close her eyes, pressed himself into her so that his cock, so wonderfully hard, pushed in to the hilt, and when she obeyed him she could see it all so clearly in her mind’s eye.

  She could see the two of them in her old room, more than a little tipsy, sharing small drinks from a bottle of scotch that had been markedly more full before they had opened it that night. Dirk had stripped down to his undershirt and a pair of shorts in defiance of the flurries of snow whirling past the window outside, the liquor doing enough to warm him that he found anything more unnecessary. As he sat bunched up and leaning against her bed, Mina had lay atop the bedspread, hanging her head off of the edge beside him. They had been talking, about everything and nothing; inane movie trivia and relationships and family and books, wandering between topics and in-jokes with no rhyme or reason, simply enjoying each other’s company and the sound of their voices. If the topic had strayed to sex, as Mina suspected now that it had, it never stayed there for long, though as the booze settled in her system Mina had to admit that she had become more open about the subject than she might have been otherwise.

  She could see Dirk becoming more entranced as she spoke on the topic, yet Mina never could have suspected that he would go so far as to kiss her.

  And yet, he did, turning to her suddenly in the gap between one sentence and another, laying his lips to Mina’s so quickly that she didn’t have time to respond. With her mind addled by drink and having gone quite a while without the touch of a man, Mina unthinkingly returned the kiss, a thrill of erotic energy pulsing through her. It was an upside-down kiss, a classic little Spiderman thing that Mina had never had before, full of interesting sensations. Her hands pressed into her belly as Dirk’s tongue brushed the floor of her mouth, below her own tongue, her eyes drifted closed, and she let him take her face in his hands and kiss her, hard and long, wetly and sweetly.

  “Sorry,” he said, short of breath once he finally pulled away. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “No,” Mina shook her head, reached out and ran a hand through Dirk’s hair. “Come here.”

  And so it had gone. A night of sincere pleasure, acted out with one of the men that Mina cared for most. Her stepbrother had taken her on her childhood bed, with her legs wrapped around him and her nipples held within his mouth. A night of grinding and gasping and orgasms, committed to heedlessly by a pair too dulled by liquor to think it through, and when the morning came and the ramifications of what she had done slammed into Mina at full force, she had run. Moved away from her brother and changed her look in the hopes that he wouldn’t want what she had turned into, so that she wouldn’t have to either tell her family what had happened, or live with that secret alteration to their relationship, potentially pursued by Dirk beyond just that one night.

  Thinking back on it now, one year later, naked in the shower with him and filled, once more, with her stepbrother’s wonderful cock, Mina could see that she had been a fool to think that way. It was clear to her that neither of them could have stayed away from this, something that felt this good, for long. Perhaps it was a miracle that either of them had lasted as long as they had.

  “I do remember it, Dirk,” Mina mewled, as he began to thrust slowly into her, his motions made awkward by their position and the lack of traction afforded to them by the tub. “I never forgot. Ah! H-how could I ever forget this?”

  “Is the awkwardness worse than losing it?”

  Mina paused at this, which was hard to do with Dirk still gently making love to her, but there was a sort of vulnerability in his face as he asked the question that demanded due consideration. Was the one worse than the other? She had never considered it that way, that she would be losing something no matter what she did: either her ability to consistently, comfortably exist at family gatherings, or Dirk.

  Which could she not bear to lose?

  “Let’s not do this here,” she said, and watched Dirk’s face fall with momentary alarm. “No, it’s not that! Just… super slippery, you know? Can we go back to my room?”

  “Oh. Yeah, okay.” He smiled, and Mina smiled along too. Turning off the water, Dirk bent down and kissed her then, tenderly and with feeling, and for the first time, his stepsister returned the kiss without reservation, finally committed to the path she had begun to wander down.

  They slipped out of the shower together, and Dirk dried Mina off with his towel, almost attached to her at the hip, unw
illing to let go of her for even a second. She giggled as he ruffled her hair, then slicked it back down with his fingers, making appreciative noises at its new color, so different from the red it had originally been. The pair retrieved their clothes but, unwilling to let go of one another as they were…

  Sneaking back to her room naked was a heart-pounding experience, the sort of thing that made Mina’s blood feel charged with electricity. Dirk was at her back the entire time, as bare as she was, and they fell into the bedroom stifling laughter. Everything had changed in the span of mere minutes, once Mina had made her choice. Now, everything seemed clearer, brighter, the day no longer an imposition but a joy to be experienced first in private with her stepbrother, and then later in public, her whole family together… although in a far less explicit way than the former thing.

  The door was closed and the pair was on the bed almost before either of them knew it, springs creaking below them as Mina mounted Dirk, pressing her palms to his chest to keep him beneath her as she straddled him. She leaned down to taste him again when his cock thrust up to meet her and she sank down onto it, taking his shaft into her tight, wet hole properly for the first time in a year. Mina sucked at her stepbrother’s tongue, letting it leave her mouth with an audible pop as she started to ride, grinding her hips on that lovely dick of his and tightening the muscles of her cunt with rhythmic contractions, just to hear his breath catch in his throat at the sensation of it. Her hands came up, caressing her own breasts, catching her nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezing, just enough to elicit the barest shock of pain to contrast with the pleasure washing up at her from below.

 

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