Pretend Daddy

by Amy Brent

  "You came?" she says with a smile looking up at me.

  "Yeah...I was pretty jacked up since the beach. I'm actually surprised I managed a few thrusts in there."

  She laughs, and my heart is overwhelmed. I pull her naked body into mine and hold her. She remains still.

  "I can go again if you want," I whisper. My cock is already getting hard from just holding her.

  "Yeah?" she asks.

  She flips around.

  "I think I know how I can help you too."

  She slips down the bed until her head is level with my semi-hard cock, but as soon as her warm, hot lips squeeze around the tip of the shaft, I grow hard in a matter of seconds.

  "Oh, fuck," I moan, as my step sister's lips work their magic along with my shaft. Her fingers travel up and massage my balls. Damn that feels good. I roll onto my back, and she travels with me, keeping her lips gripped tight. My hand pushes her hair back, and her eyes look into mine as she eats my dick. God, she is so hot.

  "Uhh," I growl, closing my eyes and tilting my head back. Her tongue twirls around locking on to my now rock hard piece. Now, I will last a long time in bed. I reach down and gently touch her chin. As much as I am thoroughly enjoying this blowjob, I want to fuck her till she cums again. She looks up at me.

  "What?" she asks.

  "Sit on my dick," I say.

  She smiles and pulls her pussy up over my cock and bounces down onto it. Her tits move with her, and I reach up and grab them, holding them. She rides my dick so well.

  Samantha's head tilts back and her hair flies around her face. She looks so sexy. She lets out a cry of pleasure as I raise my hips, pushing myself into her directly deeper.

  "Ah - ah, James..."

  She bends forward then, so her tits are on my face. She jerks backward and slams her ass down, so my cock rips into her. I open my mouth and take her breast into my mouth sucking on their sweet flavor. As she humps me, her clit grinds against my pelvic bone. God, I am so aroused. I sit up then and kiss her. Our mouths move drunk with passion and our tongues slide over each other as if they are fucking just like us. I hold her bouncing body onto mine. My hand wraps around her ass to her sweet little asshole where it slips in. Her eyes go wide with the feeling of being full. I can feel my cock thrusting deep inside of through the small piece of flesh separating her special parts. The sensation of being inside of her like this gets me going some more. I let out a loud groan over her whimpers. Every time my cock enters her, she practically screams.

  "Oh, fuck, James. Uh - uh -uh. It feels so good. Oh, God."

  "Cum for me, baby," I grunt into her ear. Like clockwork, I feel her release with each orgasm. Her eyes flutter, and her breathing is deep and fast.

  "Oh my god," she sighs. But I don't stop. I grab her and throw her around, setting her ass high in the air. I give it a light spank, and she turns to look back at me. My dick returns to its place, and it rocks in and out. Samantha seems to lose control. She falls forward into the pillow. The third orgasm tears into her with my cock. She becomes crazy tight. Jesus. I ram her until my penis can no longer handle her sweet pussy. I am overwhelmed with the intense release of sexual pressure. I groan as my hips purge her. After I cum, I fall backward on to the bed.

  "Holy fuck," I sigh..."Holy fucking fuck."

  "Are you okay?" she asks me from the other side of the bed. My step sister's pussy is officially wrecked, and so is my cock.

  "I am way better than okay, Samantha. How are you?"

  She sighs and covers her face with her hands.

  "I feel amazing."

  We look at one another the way we normally do after making love. Our eyes hold each other like nothing else in the world matters but each other, not our weird past or our new family relations. It is just her and me.

  "What are you thinking about?" I ask her, pulling myself next to her.

  "I'm thinking about how much I like having sex with you."

  She turns and rests her hand on my bare chest, stroking the small amount of hair there.

  "I like having sex with you!" I say jokingly.

  "It's too bad it's fucked," she says back rather bleakly. It throws me off. I lean in to get a better view of her face.

  "What do you mean?"

  "I uh - we have to go back to the real world tomorrow."

  "I'm not following you," I say scrunching up my eyebrows and staring her. She frowns and shakes her head sitting up. I follow my step sister as she goes into the bathroom and begins to freshen up.

  "Don't walk away from me," I say.

  "I'm not walking away."

  I lean my hand on the doorframe and watch her in the bathroom mirror. Her perfect tits are swollen and her nipples red and tender. A few other red marks are present on her body, but they won’t be as many as on my back where she dragged her nails through. She turns and faces me.

  "You are my step brother."

  "I know that."

  "This won't work."

  I frown and fold my arms.

  "Why does everything have to be so difficult for you? It's almost as though you don't want to have relations with me like you are looking for any possible excuse to get out," I say not aggressively, but I am getting fed up with her strange behavior now. "I just want you to make up your mind. That is all I want."

  "I want that too," she says walking past me and then back to the bed.

  "Can't you just trust me," I say as I follow her to the bed. She crawls into it.

  "No...I can't just trust you, James. I thought I made that clear."

  I let out a long sigh. It was a poor choice of words.

  "What do I have to do to prove to you I want this?" I ask her seriously, sitting next to her. She looks so small to me suddenly, wrapped underneath the blankets like I need to hold her and keep her safe.

  "You can't want this. You are my step brother. This won't work."

  "You are telling yourself that, not me. I know this will work."

  She chews on her cheek as she thinks silently to herself.

  "Is that what you told Mallory?" She asks me, her eyes narrowing to mine.

  "Okay, Samantha. Come on. That is not fair."

  "No," she says fast and quick. "You are right. It isn't fair. It's not fair to me or this poor girl."

  I push my hair out of my face. Now I am getting frustrated with her. I feel like ripping my hair out or jumping off the patio.

  "I don't know how many times I have to tell you that Mallory is not my girlfriend."

  "I don't know if that's true!"

  "Call Steve tomorrow!"

  "Steve? Who the fuck is Steve?" she snaps. Now it's starting to get a lot more heated than before.

  "He is my best friend...Never mind."

  "Oh, come on, James. Really."

  I shrug and walk to my door.

  "Is this how it all ends?" I ask her.

  She looks at me hopelessly, and then her eyes scan back to the floor. I don't have a good excuse to convince her that she should start seeing her step brother and enter some sort of forbidden relationship. The only good reason that I can really come up with is that the sex is super great. Otherwise, I have nothing. Samantha takes a breath and looks at me.

  "I don't know, James. I don't see how this could work out."

  I stand there half in the doorway, half in my room, watching her. I think this could be the last time I ever see her like this, laying in bed after we have just had sex. Her breasts are laying slightly over the bed sheet. Her face flushed and her long hair crazy over her shoulders, no make-up, tired, but relaxed, comfortable. I like how comfortable she is with me. We have always felt that from the moment we met in college all those years ago; there was some strange connection pulling us together. I take one last long look and freeze it in my mind, forcing myself to remember every detail. She stares at me as well. Her eyes are slightly sad. I don't know what to say to make her smile. I wish I could. I tried. I don't want to leave her and sleep by myself. Finally, after several minutes of stand
ing in the doorway, Samantha breaks the silence.

  "What are you doing?" she asks me.

  "I don't want to sleep alone tonight," I say softly. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

  "Are you going to sleep or are you going to try and fuck me."

  "Depends," I say with a smile, "what do you want?"

  I get a small laugh out of her, and her lips turn up into a smile. Her slender hand reaches over and gently pats the top of the mattress. I happily jump onto the bed. She bounces with the movement.

  "But actually I am going to sleep," she says to me as I pull the covers down.

  "Alright, alright," I sigh, snuggling up next to her. "I promise I won't seduce you."

  She smiles, leans over, and turns off the dim lamp on the bedside table.

  "I'm sorry this is all so weird," I whisper to her. I am not sure if she is still awake or not. But I don't want to fall asleep. I don't want to miss a minute of being together here with her in bed. This could be my last time.

  "It's alright," she pats my arm. "We can just blame our parents."

  "I guess in a way we are stuck together," I chuckle.

  "Yeah...I suppose we are."

  Chapter 12

  Sam

  In the morning, I wake up to my bed already empty. My fingers trace on the sheets to try and find James, but he is gone. It makes me think of the first night we spent together, and how badly I wanted to stay with him in the bed, safe in his room. I sit up slowly and glance over at the clock. I'll have to be at the airport in a few hours. My parents are probably getting breakfast at the moment. My mom has always been an early riser. I push the blankets off of my naked body, and slowly stand up. My pussy is slightly sore from the sex last night. I can't believe last night happened, and now we are going home today. I walk over to the bedroom door and knock on James door. I press my ear against it. It swings open, and I almost fall over.

  James stands in the doorway. I almost lose my breath, he looks so handsome. The sun shines over his sandy hair. He has a white towel wrapped around his waist, below the defined v, but over his cock. His skin shimmers in the sun, still slightly wet from the shower, and his hair is all messy. I bite my lip trying not to gawk too long.

  "Morning, sis," he says casually glancing at me, then he turns around and continues packing his suitcase, tossing his clothes into the black bag. I want him to pull me into his arms the way he always does and press me against his chest. But he just works on packing. I chew on my lip.

  "So this is it now?" I ask. He looks up and smiles.

  "Yeah, I guess," he sighs., folding his thick arms over his broad chest. "I mean it’s what you want, right?"

  I glare at him.

  "It's not exactly what I want, but it’s what is right," I declare. But I really don't know. It sounds like the right thing to say.

  "Sure, I mean I would argue that us being together is what's right," he says. I shake my head.

  "Can we just agree to be friends or something? Or else we'll just keep running in circles about what is right and what we should do or how to act?"

  He smiles and leans against the wall.

  "You want to be friends, Sam, like good brothers and sisters?"

  "I don't think it's that ridiculous," I say. "For our parents."

  He laughs and walks over to me, so he's almost touching me. He could easily push me up against the wall, drop his towel, and slide his cock right into me. I would probably orgasm right then and there.

  "How about you come talk to me about being friends when you have some clothes on?" His chest rises and falls. I can feel the air from his lungs. I want to kiss him, but instead, I take a step back and cover my breasts by folding my arms over them. His eyes flash down and then up.

  "Oh, now someone is suddenly shy."

  Anger starts to bubble inside of me. I want to hit him or maybe fuck him.

  "What do you want me to say, James?" I spew at him. "It's not like there's a self-help book about sleeping with your new step brother who you happened to have fucked once before, while he had a girlfriend."

  He laughs and then pulls me against him. His skin feels hot and damp on mine. I close my eyes. Like an automatic response, my pussy starts to drop between my legs.

  "I just want you to say, next time I'm deep inside of you, or when you're sitting on my face cumming, well… remind me that we are just friends." My body rolls with arousal at his words, but my heart grows angry. He continues, "Besides, sister, you are great at self-help."

  "Are you fucking serious?" I hiss in his ear. "Am I the only adult here?"

  He keeps his grip tight on me, holding me close to him.

  "Oh Sam, you better stop getting angry. I always get so hard when you're mad."

  He lets go of me, and I step backward. Damn him and that perfect masculine face.

  "Shut up, James," I mutter as I dart out the bedroom door back to my room to start to pack. Perhaps space is what we need.

  ***

  I sit on the plane. It feels like we have just arrived at the resort, but then again this week feels like a lifetime. I look over at James as he takes his seat next to me. He smiles and throws his bag in the overhead bin.

  "Hey, friend," he says to me smiling. I shake my head.

  "Will you just stop?" I please with him. "Let's just have a normal step brother and sister ride back home so we can go on with everything."

  He looks at me a little confused, nods his head, and takes his seat next to me.

  "I don't know if I can stop though," he says in a deep voice. I sigh, tilt my head out and cup my face in my hands. I may freak out and start screaming, but I try and breathe.

  "Should I find another seat then?" I ask him blankly. I am so done playing this game.

  "Definitely not. How am I supposed to touch you?" he winks. I roll my eyes and stare out the window. "I mean as friends Samantha. God, get your mind out of the gutter."

  I don't know what comes over me, but I slam my hand against his chest.

  "Ow!" he shouts, tilting forward and laughing. A few other passengers look up and stare at us. Luckily this time our parents are on the other side of the plane. We have been stuck in the shit back row. Just me and my weird step brother.

  "I think I know why people aren't supposed to date step-siblings."

  "Why?" he asks, rubbing where my hand hit him. I don't want to show it, but his chest is so hard that it hurt my hand.

  "Because - the step brothers all turn out to be a bunch of sexual moronic cavemen."

  "Oh, guns are out, and Samantha is firing them at me."

  I don't enjoy his joking and roll my eyes.

  "How do your eyes not hurt from rolling them so much?"

  I snap and glare at him.

  "You really are taking this role of being a big brother seriously now, aren't you."

  He bites his lip, and raises his eyebrows.

  "Isn't that what you want?"

  I nod slowly and turn in my chair.

  "And if you don't mind? I am going to take a nap," I say, reaching down and pulling my blanket out of my purse. I close my eyes, and the plane takes off. Its shakes and rattles as we hit some turbulence. James grabs hold of my thigh.

  "I'm scared," he says jokingly.

  "Seriously?"

  "Please be a good friend and support me."

  "Stop touching me, you are such a child."

  "Which is exactly why I need you to support me while I am scared, Samantha." His hand grips harder. He is pressing so close to my pussy.

  "Stop," I say once more in a low voice.

  "Okay," he shrugs. His hand slides up though and glides to my clit where he rubs ever so quickly. The touch is so unexpected it sends a shiver through me. I let out a gasp of surprise, and I hit his hand.

  "What?" he laughs.

  "Why did you do that?"

  "Do what?" he asks, batting his eyelashes.

  "Grab my pussy," I hiss into his ear.

  He looks up with wide eyes.


  "I didn't grab your pussy. Why did you have that thought? Is that what you want, Sam."