Pretend Daddy: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

  The idea of a bunch of men downstairs turns me on slightly. I could have my pick. I need a little fun after the whole Micah incident. It's just like that one night in college. I can barely remember it, but I know that I went to Micah that night, and that's how we started talking again. But fuck him. I tilt my head back. I deserve a man, not some weak little I couldn't outgrow. But a real man who knows how to please a woman. My hand slides down my leg. Maybe one of these men can come stay with me tonight, help me forget. My fingers find my clit. One of them could fuck me all night long, driving their long, hard shaft into me. He could hold me down and reclaim my body. Micah was the last one to have me. Fuck - I want someone to grab my hips and fuck me from behind, making me scream into the pillow while I cum on their shaft. I need that. I need a hungry mouth to sit on top of and lick every inch of my slit, till his mouth is wet and my cunt is dripping.

  Chapter 3

  James

  Jesus, there are a lot of people here. I didn't know the old man knew so many people around. I chew on my fingernails. I'm just glad he is happy. It's only been three wives before this one. She seems different though, Tonya, a lot nicer and hella hot for an old lady.

  That's your new mom, I remind myself.

  I take a swig of my beer. Stan leans over in his chair. We are sitting at the head of the room on a slightly elevated platform looking over the other guests. It's the same place the wedding reception will be held, but it's not decorated or anything, so it just looks like a big room with table and chairs full of people. I look at my dad's dark brown eyes.

  "Have you seen, Samantha?" he asks," or even met her?"

  "Who?"

  "Tonya's daughter," he nods. I mouth oh, and shake my head no. I should try and remember her name. He's told me several times, but I always forget. I have been working so hard on the family business out in Europe that I have hardly been in the States. Dad is getting ready to retire here in a bit, so I have to make sure I know everything. Steve, my best friend whips his head toward me. He's like my brother, so my dad gave him a spot at the table with the family.

  "Fuck, Tonya's got a daughter."

  I shrug.

  "Yeah."

  "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "Tonya is hot as fuck, so I bet her daughter is too. I mean look at those tits. They still have shape and she's like sixty."

  I crack a smile.

  "Steve, quit being such a savage, eh?"

  Steve rolls his eyes and his shoulders shake with stifled laughter.

  "Says the man who ran through every girl in college," he says, jutting an elbow into my chest. I roll my eyes.

  "That's not true, it was not every girl."

  "Oh - I am sorry, just the tens."

  "That's right."

  We high five like high schoolers and then break out laughing.

  Tonya leans over to my dad. She looks nervous; her red lips press together and her penciled in eyebrows furrowed.

  "Should we start? I don't know why she is late? We can start."

  Stan's hand rests on his future wives.

  "Five more minutes, Tonya. Sam could just be nervous. You told me she was having a hard time with the breakup."

  My ears pick up, so she is single.

  She nods and her head snaps back and forth. My eyes trail across the room. Honestly, it is so big and full of people, I don't even know how we are supposed to pick any one out of here. I take another long drink out of my beer when Steve's hand lands straight on my chest.

  "Dude," he says softly. I almost spill beer over my suit. I set the glass down and look at where he points. There on the other side of the hall, almost running toward us comes Samantha, my new step sister. My mouth drops open. She is absolutely stunning. Her hair is long and tumbles along her thin shoulders, resting on top of large voluptuous breasts. Her hips sway with each fast step, but it's her face that makes my cock go hard. She looks like a movie star with that wide, doe shaped eyes and red pouty lips. Steve leans over in my ear.

  "I know it's not the normal thing, but I want you to know that I plan on fucking your sister."

  I laugh.

  "She's my step sister."

  "So - I won't feel any guilt when I am driving into her tight ass tonight."

  My erection grows at the idea of taking her from behind. She promptly sits next to her mother. Damn, I have never been more jealous of a chair. Her breasts push against the table and almost spill out of her tight black dress. She apologizes to her mother, who gives her a quick squeeze on the hand. But I want to be squeezing her tits. Jesus. I didn't know someone so beautiful could exist. How did my dad not prepare me for someone has hot as her. It should have been the first thing he mentioned. I know I won't forget her name now.

  "Okay," Tonya says to Stanley. Who smiles, and clinks his fork against his glass to begin the speeches. He introduces us one by one, and when I stand, my eyes meet hers and lock on. She has the prettiest eyes. I chew on my bottom lip, trying to fight the boner that just gets worse. I wonder what those eyes look like when she is on her back cumming on my cock. Jesus! I shout in my head, forcing a smile on my face for the family friends.

  "Thank you for coming to celebrate my father's marriage to the lovely Tonya," I start my speech, thankful the table is high and no one can see the bulge under my pants, trying to burst out of my boxer briefs and lunge at my step sister. "We are very excited for them and tomorrow shall be a wonderful day." I can feel Samantha's eyes hovering over my body. I wonder what she thinks of me. Everyone claps lightly when I sit down. The servers come out bringing drinks. I am quick to grab one. Steve leans over.

  "Fuck."

  "What?" I ask.

  "How am I supposed to eat real food, when all I want is a taste of your sister?"

  "Will you stop calling her that? I have never even spoken a word to her. She is more of a stranger than anything." Her eyes fall on us. She knows we are talking about her. I almost choke on my drink. Steve shakes his head.

  "I think she likes me."

  I roll my eyes because I want to be the one whose face is buried between her legs. Is this some cruel punishment by the universe? To have the hottest step sister right there and never be able to fuck her. I think I might go mad if I don't get to have sex with her. The dinner is served.

  "Dad?" I whisper.

  "Everything is really going well tonight, isn't it?" He says with a grin.

  "It is amazing," I nod. "How come you never introduced me to Tonya's daughter?"

  He looks confused.

  "Samantha?"

  "Yes," I nod. Obviously, that is who I am talking about it. We both look over at her. She takes a bite off her fork. Her soft lips wrap around the metal utensils, but all I see is my cock between those two pink, plush lines. She moves her arms to dab her mouth and her tits well when her arms push together.

  "Because you two were never in the same country until now," he laughs shaking his head. I nod, remembering that fact, but still. He should have at least warned me, so I could have blown my load instead of letting fill my cock. "Why?" he asks.

  "Curious...is all. She is quite lovely." I mean she is the hottest woman I have ever seen and I want to tear into her right now.

  "Yeah, and I want to fuck her," Steve adds in, tilting forward in his chair. Well, there it is. I cringe, she could have heard that. Stanley laughs and turns to face Samantha. He shakes her arm to get her attention.

  "Samantha, as I am sure you know now this is my son, James, and his best friend Steve."

  I give a quick smile. I don't want to come off as so interested.

  "It’s great to finally meet you, especially now that we are sharing parents," she says with a quick grin. I smile back. I can barely handle her smile when it’s directed at me. And her voice is so musical and low. I wonder what her sex noise is.

  "It is," I agree. Think of something to say! I scream in my head.

  "I'm glad our parents found each other," is what comes
out of my mouth. But between the noise and crowds of people, it gets lost and she just sits politely and stares at me. I shake my head. I can hear Steve snickering next to me. I suddenly feel as though we are both in high school or something. I will have some more time to talk to her after dinner I decide. But then again, what is my motive? It's not like I can actually fuck her...can I?

  Chapter 4

  Samantha

  I chew on my food. Holy shit. How did mom never mention that my step brother was this hot? He is so tall and ripped. His perfect square jaw clenches down as he eats. He even has a bit of silver coming into his sandy brown hair. I slide my tongue across the front of my teeth; he looks like he could be my age.

  The dinner is over and people are beginning to get out of their seats. Do I stay? Should I go talk to him? Fuck! I don't know what to do. I mean he is my brother now, so I feel like talking to him should be so easy. I mean we are family now, so it's not like there should be any weird pressure. I look at my mom for cues, but she is so deeply in love with Stanley I don't seem to exist. Our eyes make contact for a minute longer. I hardly notice there is a reddish haired friend who is obviously interested in me. James stands up and pushes his chair in. Holy shit he is coming over to talk to me. He smiles again to reveal perfect teeth and my stomach flips. Don't be nervous, I say in my head. This is your family now.

  "Hey," he says sitting down in the chair where my Aunt was, but now has dispersed into the mob of family and friends. He leans back, his fingers play with the stem of my wine glass. "I figured since we are siblings we should get to know one another." Something in the way he says that, makes my body stir a little. His eyes trail down my dress; whether or not it was on purpose, I cannot help but slightly become aroused. I cross my legs and clear my throat. I feel the wetness between my thighs. I doubt this is the typical reaction you are supposed to feel for you step brother.

  "I've never had a brother before," I say calmly. "Or a sister."

  God this sounds way more sexual than it should.

  "I've always wanted one," he responds coolly. My clit jumps.

  We stare at one another. What is going on here? There is a moment of silence. He shakes his head.

  "But it is nice to finally meet you."

  "I'm surprised we haven't met before," I add on.

  "I know. Someone as beautiful as you, uh, I mean - I am surprised Stanley and Tonya didn't try to introduce us. I'm sorry, was that weird?"

  "No," I smile lazily and watch him closely. Something about him feels safe. "I'm not sure the proper step sibling etiquette, but if it helps I think you are also rather beautiful."

  He blushes, and I find it adorable.

  "Well, then I guess it's a good thing we aren't actually related."

  "Why?" I ask cocking my head. I know why, but I want to hear him say it. Something about his voice turns me on. He smirks a dark and wicked smile. He leans into me, so his mouth is inches from my ear and his breath tickles and sends shivers down my spine straight into my pussy.

  "I don't think these are things brother and sister usually discuss."

  He leans back and I want to pull him back onto me. But then again, I suppose he is right. Perhaps we shouldn't engage in whatever dark thoughts are inhabiting our brains. I am not sure how the family would react. He watches me, waiting. It's clear we both want one another. I can feel the tension oozing out between us. It's starting to find its way to me and burn between my thighs. I suddenly stand.

  "I should say hi to the family," I stutter out, maneuvering past him and walking down to the other tables. But I feel his eyes on my back and watching me, hovering over my body with desire. I like it. I sway my hips more with each step. There is something exhilarating in having someone want you as much as you want them, even if that someone is my step brother. I know I have self-control. His eyes stay on me as he watches me. Never once does he look away. He's too thirsty for me.

  Finally, everyone settles back into their rooms. I return to mine, tired of forcing a smile. It took every fiber of my being not to return to James, but I know that I have to keep away from him, or else I might end up underneath him. The image of his backside plowing into me excites me way more than it should. I grab the handle on the doorknob and push in. My fingers stretch out the wall where I find the light switch on the wall. I flip it up. A scream catches itself in my throat I almost fall backward. James is standing by my bed.

  "What the fuck are you doing?" I choke out. He furrows his eyebrows and licks his lips.

  "I really didn't mean to scare you.

  "How to fuck did you get in here." My hand is resting on my chest. My hearts are racing five thousand beats per minute. Maybe that's why he is single because he is one molester or rapist. James turns to face the open patio door.

  "I - uh, scaled the patio. You're one room above me."

  "You can't be serious," I say completely stunning in disbelief. He wipes his forehead and nods.

  "You know in hindsight it’s a way less romantic gesture than I imagined it would come across."

  I giggle slightly.

  "Romantic - with your step sister?"

  He walks forward so we are inches apart. His breath falls into mine and if I stretched onto my tippy toes, our lips would meet. I can feel the heat between us like a magnet. My pussy starts to melt again and I almost moan, he turns me on just by his sheer presence.

  "Yes." His fingertips graze my shoulders slowly. My body shivers. It’s wrong I tell myself. But is it? He turns his head slowly. "I want to be romantic with my step sister." He bites his lip. Is he going to kiss me? I lean forward slightly, my body yearns for him to take me, but we just inch apart from one another like lovers about of fuck. His fingers fall off my shoulders. He closes his eyes. I don't dare move. I want him to rip my clothes off and put himself inside of me. My body is on fire. I feel my heart beat inside of my pussy. Yet he stays frozen.

  "What are you doing?" I ask softly.

  He opens his eyes and breathes through his nose.

  "Resisting."

  The word falls on the top of my tongue, but I am not brave enough to say it. What good could come from a having an affair with my step brother? My brain tries to find some sort of answer, but the only thing I can think about it how great the sex would feel. I can see he is well endowed and something tells me he knows how to use it.

  "I should go," he says slowly. My heart drops in and I take a step back.

  "Yeah, big day tomorrow with our parents getting married and stuff."

  He smiles.

  "Crazy, isn't it?"

  "What?"

  "Our parents getting married."

  I smile and nod.

  "Yeah."

  It's just empty conversation. We aren't going acknowledge the fact we want to tear into each other's skin, or that he snuck into my room. He makes his way to the door, I hope he turns around and comes back.

  "Have a good night," he sighs.

  "You too."

  "I won't..."

  "Why not."

  He opens the door and steps into the hall.

  "I'll be too busy thinking about fucking you." And with that, the door click shuts. I hear his footsteps echo through the halls as he makes his way downstairs to the room below me. I collapse on the bed.

  Holy cow. What just happened? I start to giggle into my pillow like a school girl. Nothing seems to be making any sense anymore. I lay there still. My heart remains beating like it is some type of giant drum. I hold my breath. How am I supposed to sleep? My fingers creep down into my soaking wet pussy and they try to alleviate some of the stress. It's not happening. They are not nearly as wonderful as what James' cock must feel like inside of me. I toss over and squirm out of my clothes. My naked body rests against the cold hotel sheets. I wish I was on top of James. My thighs tighten as my pussy screams for him. I flip back onto my back and stare at the dark ceiling. This is going to be torture. I just know it.

  It's morning. The day of my mother's second wedding. I slowl
y sit up on the bed. The phone is ringing for my wake up call. I pick it up and slam it down, ending the piercing ringing. I throw on a bathrobe and make my way down the hall to my mother's room. I tried to wake up before her, but I am sure that she is anxious and probably didn't sleep much. I move through the hotel and knock on my mother's door. It flies open and she stands to stare at me with a wide grin.