Pretend Daddy: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

  "I need a drink!" she shouts. Usually, I would argue that it is eight o clock in the morning, but last night with James has made me in dire need of some sort of relief. We order two mimosas via room service and start getting ready together. I am the only person standing next to her during the ceremony, as James is the only one standing for his dad.

  "Mom?" I start as I do her make up. "Do you like James?"

  "What do you mean?" she asks back fast, staring at me in the mirror.

  "I was just wondering. It's a bit odd that I have never met him before. He's nice."

  "Oh - James is quite the little charmer."

  "Why have I never met him before?" I ask her.

  "He works for his dad in Europe. Does all the serious training. He is never still."

  "So he does pretty well?"

  My mother nods.

  "Yes he does."

  "Cool...he will be a great brother," I half smile. I don't know if I will ever have the strength to see him as a great brother. She changes the subject than about what necklace she should wear. I don't prod about any more information on James. Today is about her and I don't want her to think I am interested - even though I am interested.

  We finish getting ready. My mom wears a simple white gown and I wear what she has picked out for me. It's not the most flattering, definitely more along the lines of what she would wear, but I don't fight her on it. It's a grey shift dress that just hangs right off of me. At least James might lose all sexual attraction to me at this rate and then we continue on acting the way step-siblings are supposed to act. We make our way down to where the ceremony is being held. The family has started to arrive and find their places. It's far more relaxed than a big budget wedding, which helps take off some of the stress. My mom squeezes my hand. I am going to walk her down the aisle. We wait to stand in the small lobby right next to the outdoor area, where chairs are set up in rows and a small wedding arch is in the grass. The view of the forest and hills are pretty behind it and makes for the perfect backdrop. People find their seats; its finally time for the ceremony. I haven't seen James yet and my stomach is already in a ball of knots. My mom takes my arm as we begin to walk. Some workers open the door for us. The sun shines down in the early morning, warming the patio. Familiar and unfamiliar faces turn to face us with smiles, but I am glued to James. He stands next to his father in a steel gray suit, with a navy blue tie. His deep brown eyes gaze at mine and slightly sparkle in the sun. The suit is tight across his broad chest and arms. I think I might faint, he looks so hot. We stand across from one another near the wedding arch, where an officiator takes over the ceremony. Our eyes hunger over one another. I can feel his gaze piercing through this shift of a dress to my naked body, but I don't feel ashamed. I want him to see me completely. The hot burning in my legs fills every part of me. I feel so awake and ready for him. I try to focus on the ceremony but it seems almost impossible. How can I do anything when he is here looking at me? I take a deep breath and silently pray that the ceremony will be over with soon so I can return to my normal life without my sexy stepbrother hovering around me, and he can go back to where ever he goes and then it will be over.

  After the ceremony, the reception follows for a late lunch, early dinner. James and I sit on either side of our parents during the meal. I can sense him though, every movement he makes I am super aware. Every so often, while we eat, we glance at one another, but our eye contact doesn't last. It’s as though we have some shameful secret I think to myself.

  And…we haven't even fucked yet.

  Jesus, it's a good thing. I try to remind myself it is a good thing and not just what I should be thinking. Our parents finally have their first dance, and now they no longer separate the space between us. I take a long sip of my drink avoiding eye contact now that having a conversation is unavoidable.

  "You look lovely," he says. I almost choke on the glass. Now we are suddenly acting so formal.

  "In this?" I say slightly shocked. I am basically wearing a paper bag. He smiles.

  "Of course in that."

  I shake my head.

  "Than you must be blind."

  He laughs tilting his head back and gently touching the stem of his drink.

  "Our parents look happy, together."

  I glance over at the pair twirling in the center of the room to some classic love song from the seventies.

  "They do look really happy." I suppose this going better than I thought it would.

  "Do you think that they would be upset if they found out we were sleeping together?"

  I almost choke again, but this time I am not drinking anything.

  "What?" I cough out and sputter. He turns to face me and leans over to me across the two empty chairs. My eyes dart around the room. Is anyone else seeing this - or is it just me? No. Everyone is watching our parents in their newlywed bliss.

  "I asked, about your opinions with our parents knowing that we are sleeping together."

  "Well - we aren't sleeping together, so I don't see-"

  "Yet," he nods.

  "What?"

  "We aren't sleeping together yet."

  His deep voice sends my body into slight shivers. I should pull back now while I am ahead, and steer away from him, but I can't. There's something about him. He flashes me a smile, and I suddenly feel like I've known him for years.

  "And what makes you think that I would want to fuck my step brother?" I ask; my voice raises the word fuck. He smiles.

  "I just get this feeling?" I notice his legs slightly drift apart, probably to give room to the erection, I can see starting to rise between his legs and bulge in his pants. I bite my bottom lip. He is not the only one very turned on.

  "Well - I think that you are wrong," I say slowly.

  "Wrong?"

  "Yes."

  "Why?"

  He's closer to me, sitting in my mother's chair, leaning forward. I can feel the heat from his body drifting off his and onto mine. I can barely handle the eroticism. My legs clench together, and I chew on my fingernail ferociously to give my mouth something to do besides wanting to kiss him.

  "Because we are like family now," I say fast and underneath my breath. I suddenly become aware of every person in the room.

  "But that's a logistics thing. We aren't really family." He drags out the word family and raises his eyebrows. "We just met. We aren't related. So I don't see why this is an issue?"

  "So then, what are you proposing exactly?" I ask. "Because I disagree that there is no issue."

  His hand runs through his light brown hair pushing it off his forehead. He looks so casual and calm, like this is some normal routine.

  "I'm not sure...I just know what I want."

  We stare at one another. The music ends and people begin to clap and cheer. I turn fast, and my hands clap harder together. I use the end of the dance, to get a break. The tension between us is so much, I can barely handle it. The music picks up again and now other people join in to celebrate.

  "But how do you know what I want? Maybe I don't want to have sex with you," I say softly, shooting him a glare. This surprises him. He rubs his hand against his perfect jawline, touching the stubble.

  "How about you come back to my room and we can discuss what you want?" he says with a smirk. I laugh out loud. It's a nervous laugh because my body is screaming yes to go with him, but my brain is reminding me that it's our parent's wedding and leaving early would be shameful and wrong. And on top of that he is officially my step brother. If I go with him now, it might be impossible to stop.

  "I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm here for my mom." Something about this connection is so strange and powerful. I try to gain control, but I feel like I have a buzz from talking to him. I stand up awkwardly. He looks surprised.

  "Where are you going?"

  "Somewhere where you can't seduce me anymore."

  He smiles and takes a sip from his glass. My mouth waters as I watch him like he is some meal I know I shouldn't eat but want to so
badly. I am standing now and would look stupid if I sat back down next to him. And without saying another word I walk down to the dance floor and out to the bathroom. Its empty inside of the single toilet bathroom. The kind that is set up to look like a bathroom in your house. I stare at my reflection. My make up has already started to smear and it's not even late. I rub underneath my eyes. I hear the doorknob shake.

  "Just a second," I shout out. It stops and I fuss with my face until I am satisfied with my appearance. I walk over to open the door, but James is standing in the doorway. He smiles.

  "Hey," he whispers and then in one swift movement, he slides into the bathroom, pushing me back in. He grabs me from around the hips, pulls me in and kisses me. Our lips meet and his mouth is so warm. His tongue gently slides between my lips and I feel my heart thudding deep in my chest. That warmness reappears inside of me and takes over. He kisses me again and again until I am swelling. I push against him, letting my body ride onto his and rock my hips up into him. He suddenly pulls back. He licks his lips fast and smiles wide.

  "I don't know what is happening," he says, "but I want you more than anything...more than anything I have ever craved."

  "Just shut up," I say to him, bringing his mouth back to mine. I know if we talk about it, then I might start to think and talk rational, and then I might just walk away. I don’t want that!

  The small confines of the bathroom begin to heat up. He holds me against the wall. My hands attack his body. They travel up and down on his chest, feeling his muscles and definition. He wastes no time either, pawing at the ugly gray dress and reaching underneath it to where my wet chasm awaits. Usually, I would think things are moving way too fast, but for some reason, it feels so right. I whimper as his fingers find my clit and bury my mouth in his shoulder to stifle the sounds coming out of my mouth as he touches me. No one has ever made me feel this good, just by touching me. Fuck. I think I want to have sex with my step brother.

  Chapter 5

  James

  My cock is throbbing and aching. I can feel it pushing against my pants, everything is building inside of me as blood rushes to between my legs. Her mouth is so warm and soft, but it’s the feeling of her pussy and my fingers that makes me harder than rock. It’s like I need to fuck Samantha more than anything, to be inside of her and to make her cum, but that might be too much for her. I couldn't tell if she was being hesitant or flirting with me, and I know it's not the most polite thing to barge into a bathroom and grab someone, but fuck. I can hardly stand it, she turns me on so much. I need more. My mouth travels down the side of her neck. My heart is racing and it feels like it's on my cock, and with each beat, my dick pulses with excitement. My hands push the sides of her dress up exposing her black lacey thong. She arches her back, and I know I am allowed to begin tasting my meal. My teeth bite gently on the underwear and pull it down. Her legs are already shaking, but when my tongue finds her clit, her body seizes and her head tilts back. My tongue works along with her slit as it tastes her delicious juices. I reach up and grab onto her ass. She moans between her teeth trying not to make too much sound, but I am hungry for her, and my face buries itself deeper into her pussy. My hips rock against her leg, as I enjoy the pleasure of taking her in my mouth. She tastes so good. I can feel her pussy throbbing as I lick it, letting it become so wet, so my dick can slide right in.

  But then a knock, loud and hard bangs on the door with a thud. I ignore it hoping they will notice the bathroom is locked, but Samantha freezes. Her hands land on my head as she suddenly loses her balance. She almost falls over, but my hands grab her hips, and I help her steady herself.

  "Occupied," she stutters. I stop and look up to her from where I kneel on the cold tile floor.

  "You okay?" I ask.

  She nods and takes a deep breath.

  "Don't stop," she says softly. I wasn't planning on it. I move in again slowly kissing the warm tasteful treat.

  "Uh," she whimpers, rocking her hips into me. "James- ah."

  I keep going, My tongue sticks deep into her. "James,” she repeats again firmly.

  "Hm?" I ask.

  "We should - uh, oh god."

  "We should?" I repeat taking a break, leaning back and looking at her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her chest is rising and falling fast.

  "We should get back to the party...before someone notices."

  I smile to myself.

  "You don't want to cum on my face?"

  "No - I do. I just...Come to my room after the reception. Then we won't have to worry about anything happening."

  I watch her walk out of the bathroom away from me. My erection is raging, and the only thing on my mind is to fuck my step sister. I wait in the bathroom and grab a hold of my cock. There is no way in hell I am going to be able to wait until after the reception to take care of this. I lock the bathroom door and stand over the toilet, jacking myself off furiously. I think about how her pretty pussy and how amazing it tastes. It doesn’t take long for me to cum. The sheer thought of being able to have sex with Samantha tonight sets me right over the edge. I quickly clean up and smooth back my hair. I wash my face off with warm water in the sink. The slight scent of her pussy lingers on me and I love it. I can already feel myself getting excited again. Jesus, I tilt my head back and walk out into the hallway. An older gentleman smiles at me. I hope he didn’t see or notice anything when Samantha walked out, or else we are screwed. I laugh at the word screw. I mean we will screw tonight.

  Out in the reception hall, people are dancing to the loud DJ music. It's starting to get late. The sun has set and now the party will be ending soon. My eyes scan the crowd for Samantha. I see her there, standing and swaying. She is dancing with her mom - I mean our mom. I still have to get used to that idea. She moves so easily. Her hips rock back and forth, as her breasts bounce up and down. I grab a glass of water as a server walks past me with a tray. My eyes don’t leave Samantha’s body. How could they? She is everything I have ever dreamt about. She reminds so much of a girl from a long time ago in college. I can barely remember much about her, just that for one night I felt like I knew what love was. Which, I know was foolish and mostly alcohol. I smile and take another sip of water. I am finally feeling that again with her, and it seeps into me like some sort of drug. Her eyes meet mine and I wave. She blows me a kiss very subtly, by just making a kissy face. I wink at her and laugh. It seems so childish. My cock leaps up though at just the mere slight of affection she gives me. I feel like a dog who has just been shown a treat and now he is drooling. I hope I can last. Jesus, I don’t even know when the last time I had that thought was. I wait. Every minute that passes feels like an hour slowly moving forward. But eventually, the night comes to an end. People begin to disperse. I lean against the wall, loosening my tie from around my neck, taking a deep breath.

  Then I see her make her way to her parents where she hugs them for a long time and then heads out of the hall. My cock about leaps out of my pants. It's so excited. I calm down a little before I congratulate our parents and say goodnight. Trying to make sure there is enough time between Samantha and me. I would hate for someone to notice. That would be hard to explain.

  “Goodnight. I love you both,” I say softly, quickly hugging each of them.

  “Breakfast, together?” My dad says. His cheeks slightly red from the drinking.

  “Of course. What time?”

  “How about 10 in the morning?”

  “That would be great,” I smile. I say goodnight one more time. I want to run to Samantha’s room, but I don’t. I keep my pace steady and make my way to the room. My brain has only one thought and it's being stuck between my step sister’s legs. But I control myself, walking through the halls till I reach her room. I remember the number. I had to pay the hotel clerk to let me know her room number. I wait a few seconds and knock on the door. My fists hit the hard wood. It opens in a matter of seconds. My jaw almost drops. Samantha stands in front of me in a sheer robe. Her breasts peak out at the top and I
can see her stiff, erect nipples poking under the sheer silk fabric. Her hair is down and tousled over her shoulders perfect to pull as I take her from behind. I like to think she was waiting for me to arrive, touching herself, playing with that pussy. She starts to say nothing, but I don’t let her finish. I slam into her. My mouth takes hers with full force, and I kick the door behind us, with one arm, I scoop her up and throw her down onto the bed. She breathes deeply as we kiss. I can feel her heart racing in her chest as my hands grope at her breasts, under the robe. I slide it open so her naked body is under mine. I take a second and examine every part of her. It’s like looking upon a work of art. Her breasts are large, but round with small pink nipples, a firm stomach, and wide, curvy hips connected to a round thick ass. Her hands work fast, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my pants down. My throbbing erection juts out as she yanks my briefs down. Pre-cum already starts to drip from my tip. I rub my hips against hers. The tip of my cock feels her wet lips waiting to be pushed apart.