Naughty Brats - Sleepover Fantasies: (Older Alpha Male Younger Fertile Woman Taboo Forbidden Romance)

by Ophelia Stephens

  A month later, I moved out and moved into the Alpha Gamma house. I had become so popular in the sorority, that I was elected Vice President of the freshmen class. For the first time in my life, things were finally going my way. At least that was what I had thought at the time.

  A few weeks into the semester, I started to get sick to my stomach. Every morning for a week, I would wake up sick and would throw up. It got to the point that my roommates were getting worried. They finally convinced me to go the school clinic.

  At the clinic, I was checked out by a student doctor and asked to give a urine sample. I waited in the examination room while they finished up the testing. When the doctor entered the room, he had a worrisome look on his face. I could tell something was wrong.

  “What is it Dr?” I said.

  Every disease imaginable ran through my head. By the time he was able to speak, I had already self-diagnosed myself with every deadly disease I could imagine.

  “What you have been experiencing is normal for someone in your condition. Your urine sample tested positive.”

  “Oh no! What do I have? Am I going to die?”

  “No. You don’t have a disease. You are pregnant.”

  That was the last thing I would have thought was wrong with me. I sat there speechless as the realization hit. There was only one person that could be the father. It was Kit.

  The Brat’s Naughty Slumber Party 2

  1

  A few weeks into the new semester, I had suddenly became very ill. I would wake up every morning vomiting and feeling sick. It got to where my roommates were getting worried. They convinced me to go the school clinic.

  At the clinic, I was given a series of tests by a student doctor. I waited in the examination room while they analyzed the results. When the doctor entered the room, he had a worrisome look on his face. I could tell something was wrong.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  Every disease imaginable ran through my head. By the time he could speak, I had already self-diagnosed myself with every deadly disease I could imagine.

  “What you have been experiencing is normal for someone in your condition. Your urine sample tested positive.”

  “Oh no! What do I have? Am I going to die?”

  “No. You don’t have a disease. You’re pregnant.”

  That was the last thing I would have thought was wrong with me. I sat there speechless as the realization hit. There was one person that could be the father and he was the worst case scenario.

  On my way back to the dorm, all I could think about was how this situation was unbelievable and crazy. What kind of cruel joke was the universe playing on me? What are the odds I would get pregnant my one and only time? Even worse was the fact the father of my child was a man I grew up knowing very well. That man was the most forbidden of lovers. I could only imagine the reaction mother would have if she were aware.

  The worst part was that I couldn’t tell anyone about this. How could anyone understand this situation? The main thing they would focus on would be that our relationship was taboo. If they could look inside my heart and see the unbridled desire and love I had for him. He did things to my heart and to my body that I was still feeling the effects of it.

  It wasn’t all about the sex with Kit. I had grown to admire Kit over the years I grew up around him. Kit was not only incredibly rich and handsome, but he was a strong and compassionate man. When ever he entered a room, you could sense everyone’s reaction. His presence alone commanded respect and authority.

  When I arrived back at my room, I noticed a note from my roommate. Cara was going to her boyfriends house that night and told me to not wait up for her. I was relieved. After receiving this earth-shattering news, I felt I needed to be alone.

  I needed to get my mind off of everything, so I poured a glass of wine and played on Facebook. Needing to feel comfortable, I slipped off my clothes and put on my favorite night gown. It was a black satin teddy with white lace trim. The silky material felt so nice against my skin. A slight chill hit me as the cold material grazed my nipples.

  I climbed on to my bed and opened up my laptop. Facebook would be a good distraction from my messed up life. The idea was focusing everyone else’s lives would keep my mind busy from thinking about mine.

  My plan worked for a while as I scrolled through pictures and liking people’s posts. My mind was occupied for a while, I was starting to calm down. That was until I stumbled upon his page.

  I flipped through his photos on Facebook. Each picture was sexier than the last. My favorite picture was of him on vacation at the beach. He was wearing his bathing suit, so he ripped chest was exposed. The way the water glistened over his tight abs in the sun reminded me of that day I saw him naked in our pool. This photo was so hot that it gave me a strong urge to touch myself.

  I looked nervously around the room making sure that no one was nearby. I slipped off my nightgown and threw it to the floor. Dirty thoughts rushed through my head of Kit, as I couldn’t fight the urge any longer. I had to release sexual tension that had been building since that night.

  Closing my eyes, I massaged my tits. I pretended that my hands were his. I took my fingers and twisted my nipples ever so tightly. The harder I twisted them the more intense the pain and pleasure became.

  Thoughts of how amazing his hands felt on my tits rushed through my head. I fantasized about the way he teased my nipples and nibbled them with his teeth. Each time his teeth would clamp down on my stubby pink pebbles, an electric shock wave of lust shot down my spine.

  I was feeling naughty. I ran my fingers down my body. I fingered my clit with one hand while flipping through his photos with the other. It began with just a soft stroke with one finger against my clit. I gently rubbed my finger back and forth, up and down, and all around my sweet spot. My heart raced, and I felt this warm tingling sensation all over my body.

  I imagined it was Kit this time, pleasuring me. The feeling of his rough tongue against the lips of my pussy activated every pleasure sensor in my body.

  I shouldn’t have wanted him so much, but I couldn’t help it. His kisses were addictive and his touch was my drug. The more I thought of him, the wetter my pussy became.

  The more I fingered myself, the more turned on I got. Fuck, it felt so good. I was almost there. I could feel my juices gushing down my leg. My passion was ready to explode.

  When I scrolled back to the picture of him shirtless, it was too much for me to handle. It brought back the mental image of his naked body thrusting himself on top of mine.

  I lost all control and my body quivered. As my finger continued to stroke my throbbing bud, my pussy squirted out in an intense orgasm.

  Sitting on my bed, I struggled to catch my breath. It was the most pleasure-filled and intense orgasm I had experienced since that night with Kit. The release of all my built up sexual tension was enough to knock me out cold. I was so relaxed. I instantly feel asleep. It was the best night of sleep I had in over a month.

  2

  The next morning I woke up relaxed and recharged. I looked over to my left and the computer was still on his Facebook page. As I looked at that picture of Kit, it all had became clear. I had to stop stalling. It was time to see him and let him know about my situation.

  I needed to see Kit and see him soon. In my mind, I tried to convince myself that the reason I wanted to see him was to tell him the news. I was pregnant with his child, but I didn’t want to admit to myself the true reason I wanted to see him.

  Missing his touch and missing his kiss was the real reason I wanted to see him. Thoughts of him had run nonstop through my mind. Since that amazing night we had together, I've wanted to see him.

  Its not that I wanted to just see him. I wanted to be with him emotionally, spiritually, and especially sexually. The way he touched my body that night ignited a fire inside of me. I had foolishly thought that making love to him that night would get all the sexual frustration out of my system, but I couldn’t have been more wr
ong. Instead of extinguishing that fire, it made it worse. My passion form him was raging out of control. I had to be with him again before it consumed me whole.

  There was no doubt in my mind. I had to see him soon. The longer I had to wait, the crazier I would get. The tricky part was trying to find the best time to see him. My mother would cling to his side like a small puppy.

  When I looked back at my computer, a new notification from my mother appeared on my feed. She posted that she was looking forward to spending the night with her sister this weekend. My mother’s sister lived 8 hours away in another state. My mother would be long gone from the house that weekend.

  Written in front of me on the computer screen was my golden opportunity. I knew that I had to act quickly, but conspicuous at the same time. I had to come up with an excuse to sleepover at the house this weekend. Also, I had to pretend that I didn’t know my mother wouldn’t be there.

  I picked up my phone and called my mother. As the phone ring, I felt myself getting nervous.

  “Hello,” she answered.

  “Hi Mom, it’s me Candice. Our sorority house is getting fumigated this weekend because of an ant infestation. I was wondering if I could sleepover at your house this weekend,” I asked.

  “You’re welcome anytime, but I'm going to be gone this weekend. It would only be you and your stepfather there.”

  “That’s fine. I don’t mind. Thank you so much,” I said.

  “Come by Friday night and I'll fix dinner. I would love to see you before I leave. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” my mother said.

  She was right. It seemed like a long time since I had gone home. At first, I stayed away because of the awkwardness of the situation. All that awkwardness and hesitation had been taken over by my desire and need to see him.

  3

  The week seemed to drag on, but Friday arrived. I arrived at my parents house late Friday afternoon. When I walked up to the door, I realized that I had left my house key in my room. The door was locked, so I rang the door bell a few times.

  After patiently waiting for a few minutes, no one showed up to answer the door. I walked around to the back of the house through my mom’s prized garden. I had hoped that the back door was unlocked.

  One of my mother’s passions was her garden. She kept it meticulously maintained and was very anal about anyone messing with it. It was understandable because she put a lot of time into it.

  Her efforts weren’t for nothing because it was a beautiful sight to behold. Vibrant red and yellow flowers lined the back fence. The walkway was surrounded by an assortment of red, yellow and white roses. I walked through the admiring the beautiful roses, I inhaled the

  “Shit,” I screamed out loud as I felt a painful sting. A bee had stung my hand leaving it throbbing in pain and swollen.

  “Are you ok?” I heard a voice speak way off in the distance.

  The pain became less of an issue when I discovered who was behind the voice. It was my stepfather Kit, and he was a welcome sight.

  “Something stung me. It hurts so much,” I said.

  “Let me take a look at it,” he said as he rushed to my side.

  Kit took my hand and placed it on top of his. Using his other hand, he touched and examine my sting. He moved his fingers along my wrist, gently rubbing the area around my sting. His fingers gave off a tingling sensation that resonated throughout my entire body.

  It was a soothing feeling as he trailed his fingers on my skin. His familiar touch took my mind back to that night. It was the same touch he used on my flesh, causing me to submit to his every will.

  “It’s just a bee sting. You should be ok,” he said.

  At that moment, I looked up and our eyes met. It was the first time I had gazed into his dark brown eyes in what seemed like forever. For a split second, I questioned whether he felt the same way I did. Did he want me as bad as I wanted him?

  He wasted no time in answer my question as his lips descended onto mine. Our lips met, causing all my worries and cares. Everything else in the world besides Kit and I disappeared. All that remained was Kit and me, two lovers with an insatiable hunger for each other.

  His hands ventured down my body until the found my ass. Kit pressed his body against mine, and I could feel how hard his dick was as it poked me through his pants. His tongue continued to taste and tease me.

  Before anything else could happen, the sound of a car door slamming was heard in the distance. My mother had arrived home, so we would have to continue later.

  As Kit and I walked to the front yard to greet mother, I grabbed him by the arm and told him to wait.

  “Kit, there’s something important I have to tell you,” I said.

  “It can wait. I don’t want your mom to catch us. You can tell me later.”

  4

  Later that evening, my mother cooked an amazing meal. It was so nice having a home cooked meal for once, especially after eating Ramen noodles in the sorority house all week. Even though the meal satisfied my appetite, I was still hungry for something else. The kiss from Kit earlier in the day was an appetizer, but I now wanted the full course.

  “Candice, can you go help your father with the dishes?” my mother said as we finished up dinner. “I need to go upstairs and make a phone call.”

  “No problem.” I said.

  I got up from the table and walked into the kitchen. My stepfather was standing in front of the sink with his back facing me. Why did his ass have to look so good in those jeans?

  I was a little nervous after what had transpired earlier in the day. I wasn’t sure how to act. That kiss from Kit brought back all the emotions from the night he took my virginity. As hard as it seemed, I was even more turned on than I was that night of the sleepover.

  “What do you want me to do Daddy?” I said, I could see the gears turning in his head. I could only imagine what sick thoughts he was thinking. He could have asked me to do any dirty or naughty thing, and I would have done what he commanded. He had that much control over me.

  “That’s a loaded question, Princess.” He said with a sinister grin on his face. “Why don’t you just start by drying the dishes.”

  I stood beside him and grabbed a towel. The tension in the air was so thick you could’ve cut it with a knife. One thing was on my mind, and that was him having his way with me.

  My lack of focus caused me to drop a plate.

  “Shit!” I said as I knelled down to clean up the mess. Kit wasted no time in bending down beside me to help. As we picked up the broken pieces, our hands brushed against each other. Our eyes met and be both dropped what we were doing and aggressively put our arms around each other.

  He put his hands on my cheeks and pressed his lips on mine. My heart stopped as he forced my mouth wide open, dipping his tongue into my mouth. His kiss was so powerful, that it sucked the willpower out of my body. I almost melted right there.

  As we probed each other’s mouth feverishly, he put his strong hands on my ass and squeezed with all his might. I let out a squeak as the pain rushed through my body. It had been too long since I had felt his strong and powerful hands on my body.

  He lifted me up by the ass and placed me on the kitchen counter. He continued to kiss me as I felt his fingers work their way up my legs. As he approached my sweet spot I said, “Daddy No! Mommy will catch us.”

  “Shh! It’s OK princess, she’s upstairs.”