Pretend Daddy: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

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

  I don't even respond.

  His hand lands in between my legs again and stays there. My clit shudders as it gets excited by the sensation of his fingers.

  "What-"

  "This is what you are talking about right?"

  I grab his wrist to move it, but he holds it there. I am not strong enough to pull him off of me.

  "This is not happening," I say flatly.

  "Oh no, it is."

  "Well, you aren't going to get a reaction out of me," I roll my shoulders and lean back.

  "Are you challenging me? That would be pretty foolish of you."

  I stare at him.

  "No - I am telling you to stop."

  "I wish it were that easy, but it’s impossible for me to not want to touch you."

  His hand begins to move in between my legs. Back and forth, it travels, very slowly. I hold my breath.

  I will not enjoy this, I repeat over and over to myself.

  He leans in so his mouth in next to my ear. I look down. He's managed to pull the blanket over himself. No one would know that he is touching me. Maybe I can secretly enjoy this. He starts to move my clit faster. I unclench my stomach and ease into the movement. I can feel the wetness between my legs.

  "I thought you weren't going to react?" he says smugly, grinning.

  "It's just a natural response," I mumble.

  "Is it?" he asks. His fingers unbutton my pants and slide past my underwear. Next thing I know his fingers are inside of me again on the airplane. I shudder as he thrusts them in and out. And then he stops.

  "You like it. You are the perv here, not me."

  I chew on my lip. I liked it way more than I thought I would. My pussy is hungry. For some reason, telling James no, only makes me want him sexually more. It's like a weird feeling of wanting to hit him, but then also have sex with him.

  "I can't look at you right now," I say, unbuckling my seat belt and getting up.

  "Where are you going right now?" he asks me.

  "Away. You're just going to have to brave this out on your own. Sorry, kiddo."

  I hurry past him and make my way to the bathroom. Its dark in the plane and most people have fallen asleep. I pass by the flight attendant and open the door into the bathroom. Just as soon as I close the door, I see out of the corner of my eye, sandy blonde hair and dark brown eyes walking toward me. I take a second. Should I lock the door or leave it open. Creak! James decided for me. His hard hand lands on the door handle, and he pushes the collapsing door in fast. He smooshes me against the small bathroom wall and locks it tight.

  "I'm going to fuck you," he says.

  "What?" I twist to turn to look at him, but his hands are already over my chest, grabbing my breasts. I lean back into him and can feel his cock swollen and long, underneath his jeans. He pulls his dick out from his zipper. Pre-cum drips from the tip; my pussy ripples and jumps at the sight of it. He turns me around again. We can barely move, but I bend forward over the small make shift counter. He slides himself into me. I grit my teeth not to make any noise. He thrusts hard, not fast, but rhythmically, pulling his cock almost out and then ramming it back in. Oh, this feels so naughty. I cannot believe it. Our parents are in the same area as us, and here we are in the bathroom of the airplane. I don't even like it here that much right now, which seems to make it hotter, like his cock is there just for me to ride.

  His breath is heavy as he tries to contain the noise. Smack, he pushes himself into me. I let out a gasp. One hand reaches around and covers my mouth, while the other reaches under my bra and pulls at my nipple. I whimper and buck against him as he takes control of me.

  Fuck.

  God, it feels wrong but so amazing. My pussy throbs with the feeling of his dick penetrating me. Sweat runs off of his forehead and onto my skin. I reach down and play with myself, heightening the sensation to the max. I cum then. His hand stifles my cries, and his cock fill my pussy with the rush of pleasure consumes me.

  "You fucking came," he whispers, fucking me harder. "You came because you love this cock."

  I cannot respond. His hand still covers my mouth. My hand reaches up to pull his away.

  "Keep touching yourself, don't stop," he says to me. I listen, continuing to rub at my pleasure nerve, which has now flattened itself. It only takes a few seconds for it to return to its engorged state. James continues pounding into me. My legs feel weak, his cock is so good. I am not sure if I can handle another orgasm. We hit a bit of turbulence, but we are so tightly packed in the bathroom, that we feel okay. We cum at the same time then. Our bodies are shaking. I feel his cock swell and then disperse itself into me, filling my vibrating pussy. He slowly pulls out.

  "Wait, a few minutes to come out after me," he says, zipping his pants back up and looking at me. I smile, fixing my clothes.

  "Are you real?" I ask him. He laughs.

  "Why do you ask that?"

  I take a second before I respond.

  "Because - there is no one like you on this planet."

  He winks.

  "That's right, friend. That is right."

  I wait in the bathroom for a minute, before sliding out. My heart is raising, and I expect, for some reason, the whole plane will be standing outside of the door ready to comment and complain about us having sex, but no one seems to look this side. I shut the door slowly and let out a little cough. I make my way back to the seat where James has already started to drift to sleep.

  "Scuse me," I say politely. My ass passes eye level to his face. I am surprised he doesn't lean forward and try to take a bite out of it.

  "Hey," he whispers. "How was the bathroom?"

  "Alright."

  He smiles.

  "Only one more hour till we are home," he says looking at his watch and back at me.

  "Yup," I nod.

  We sit in awkward silence for a moment.

  "And this is over then?" he says slowly.

  I put my hair up in a ponytail. It got pretty messed up while we were in the bathroom.

  "I am afraid so. I don't really see the conversation happening with Mallory where you are going to tell that you have been screwing your step sister."

  He frowns.

  "You know she's not my girlfriend."

  "Well, she is someone or something in your life," I say back to him. He furrows his bows and starts to fidget with his thumbs rubbing his fingers together.

  "You...you can't keep jumping back and forth. This whole trip you were trying to fuck me and then right after you are full of remorse."

  "That's not true," I say.

  "It is true. Why can't you see I won't let you down. I am still here after all the shit we have been through. I still want you."

  The pilot comes over the speaker to inform us we will be landing in the next half hour. I tug on the belt.

  "I just - I don't know what to think James."

  "Why do you have to think anything out. What does your gut tell you?"

  "That-" I take a second to think about it. "that dating my step brother is wrong."

  "That doesn't sound like a gut reaction," he scoffs, tilting his head back in frustration.

  "It's just not the answer you wanted to hear." I look out the window. I can see the earth coming into view as we descend out of the skies. It looks so beautiful. The cityscape appears; the vacation is over, and any fantasy of James has to end with it. This is the real world now, not paradise. I tell myself I made the right decision and that everything will work out. James has fallen quiet. He must have realized he has run out of time. I don't know how he sees this working, but the sooner I get away from him, the better.

  The plane rumbles and skirts against the run way, shaking. He doesn't grab my leg in fear. He unbuckles himself instead, as soon as he can head off the plane. I follow after him.

  "Are you mad at me?" I ask him, hurrying up my legs.

  "No, Sam. I'm not mad. I just
don't know what you want from me. I can't stay away from you. It's not that easy. So I - I don't know." He looks away, and his suitcase comes out of the luggage dispenser. Our parents approach us.

  "Hey, you guys." I hear my mom's voice. We both turn and look at her. She smiles. Stanley holds her arm in his. "That flight went quick," she says, laying her in head into my step dad's chest.

  "Yeah," I sigh...James' eyes meet mine for a second, and we look away. So is it going to be weird now? "I slept the whole time, so it really went by."

  I hear James snort behind me. I whip around.

  "What?" he asks innocently.

  "Well, what are you guys' plans?"

  "I am probably going to fly out to L.A. I have a few meetings set up," James says.

  I try my best not to stare at him. So he is leaving for good. Going far away from me, it is actually happening. I suddenly feel empty.

  Chapter 13

  James

  I open the door to my condo and throw my suitcase onto the ground. After the wedding and trip, it feels good to be at one of my homes. I reach for the light switch.

  "Well, hello handsome," a voice says slowly. My hearts leap out of my chest.

  Samantha? Has she come all the way out to LA to see me?

  No, that doesn't make sense. Mallory appears in the doorway wearing a red lingerie. A lacy red thong covers her pussy, and a see-through bra holds her tits up. But she doesn't compare to Samantha. I force a smile.

  "Hey," I say, walking to the kitchen and pouring myself a glass of ice water.

  "I'm so glad you finally made it home," she purrs, walking toward me. She slips her hands around my waist and pulls me in.

  "I was wondering when you would be back in LA. I'm glad I caught you."

  "How did you know when I would get back?" I ask her, taking a long sip of water and finishing it with one gulp.

  "You texted me and told me last night."

  "Oh..." I trail off. I don't remember, but it seems like something I would do after Samantha and I got in a fight. "Nice." She nuzzles into my back, and I feel her soft breasts push up against me. But it does nothing to me. Maybe I am just tired.

  "Look I had a really long flight, Mallory." She tosses her dyed blonde hair over shoulders.

  "Then just let me help you relax. You have a big work week ahead of you."

  I don't remember ever giving her a key to my condo. Mallory slips around and drops to her knees. Her hands unzip my pants and pull out my cock. She slips it into her mouth. She bobs her head and takes my whole piece. I close my eyes, but I suddenly see Samantha in my mind.

  "Honey, what's wrong?" she asks, holding my flaccid cock in her fist.

  "I told you I'm tired," I rezip my pants and collapse onto my couch. Mallory follows me into the living room.

  God - why doesn't she just leave and find someone else to bother.

  "So like are you just going to bed now?" she asks walking over to the couch and sitting on it by my feet.

  "Yeah, probably," I say.

  She leans in again; her hands climb over my body, and she tries to rub my cock through my pants.

  "Are you upset I didn't come to the wedding?" she asks.

  "No," I laugh slightly.

  "Why are you laughing?" She pulls away.

  "What are you here for, Mallory?" I ask her sitting up. "Seriously - why?"

  She tilts her head and glares at me.

  "To fuck you? I don't know though after you have all this attitude with me." I nod.

  "You should probably just head home. We should stop these late night rendezvous. We tried the relationship - we should just give up," I sigh, running my hands through my hair.

  She looks at me stunned.

  "Are you breaking up with me?"

  I rest my hands on her shoulders.

  "I can't break up with you. We were never together."

  She frowns and stands in a flurry. I feel like a douche bag. I sit there and watch as she runs to the bathroom and changes. I can hear her mumbling under her breath and cursing my name. I place my head in my hands and close my eyes. Fuck. Not only is the girl of my dreams mad at me but now so is my friends with benefits. But she was never really my friends, just a good lay. Maybe Samantha was right; maybe I am I a piece of shit.

  "Why, James? Why are you doing this?" Mallory asks me, standing in the doorway wearing a coat and jeans.

  "Just go, Mallory. You are a really nice girl. You deserve a relationship with someone who wants to commit to you."

  Mallory curses under her breath and opens the door. She glares me.

  "Call me when you start making sense." The door snaps shut. I don't think I will ever make sense. I mean, I am in love with my step sister. I don't think she will find that to be reasonable. I pull out my phone and start looking through the pictures we took on the trip. I stare at the one of Samantha and me on the boat. Her beautiful body underneath that skimpy little bathing suit. God, she looks so hot, and even better when she was on her knees. Now, my cock gets hard; I wonder what my step sister is doing. Did she make it home okay? Is she missing me the way that I miss her? Fuck, I would do anything for her tight pussy. It hasn't even been a full day, and I already am missing her. I stand up, trying to remove my erection which is pressing into my pants. I could text her, but I won't. She made it clear that she wanted to keep our relationship platonic. I shuffle in my bed, knowing that my hand will be the only relief I will receive for a while.

  Chapter 14

  Sam

  Jesus Christ. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling. It has been a few months since the wedding, and nothing went back to what I thought it would. I look over at the man in my bed. I'm finally sobering up and realizing sleeping with my coworker was not a smart idea. I stare at him. He's alright looking and a nice guy, but nothing like James, and nowhere near as good in bed. I haven't had someone make me cum since James. Ugh - why am I still stuck on my step brother. I wait for a second to see if my coworker wakes up. He doesn't. I slide my hand over and shake his shoulder. He tosses and turns, but just rolls over. Fuck. I lay there in my bed, listening to the visitor's chest rise and fall next to me as he sleeps peacefully. I would do anything for it to be James, so I could roll on top of him and fuck him. He would make me cum. I start to get wet thinking about my step brother. I look at the person next to me. Maybe I could wake him up and try to do round two. No...I stare at him some more; it wouldn't be any good. No one is as good as James. I glance over at my phone. I could text him. No, I have gotten this far. My coworker stirs in his sleep. This is going to be a long night.

  The morning comes, and James’ replacement sits up. I am already dressed, holding a cup of coffee.

  "Good morning," I say, sipping from the coffee cup.

  "Hey, beautiful," he murmurs, rubbing his eyes. I hate that he just called me that. I try not to cringe. "What do you have going on today?", he asks me. I really hope he is not planning on sticking around here. I am so bad at this.

  "I actually have a uh- meeting today, in like twenty minutes, so I'm super busy..." I stumble as I lie, very poorly.

  "A meeting?" he scrunches up his eyebrows and stares at me.

  "Yeah..."

  "But its Saturday?"

  "I know - it's uh...it's not work-related, so that's what I have today in a little bit. Do I need to call a taxi for you? I am not sure where you live." I think he gets the idea. You would have to be an idiot not to pick up what I am trying to put down.

  He scrunches up his face and gets out of the bed, pulling his pants up around his waist. In the broad daylight, I realize I really made a poor mistake with sleeping with him.

  "Okay...I understand,"

  "What," I laugh nervously.

  "You don't want me here. You don't have to be so obvious about it." Her throws his shorts on and then walks toward the door.

  "No - I.." there is no point in pretending that I actually want him to stay. I wait standing still as he heads out of the door. Finally, I sigh as I recei
ve relief from his presence. I land back on my bed and close my eyes. Maybe I will be able to get some sort of sleep.

  But that isn't happening. I lay there, once more. Images and thoughts of James flash across my eyes. I would do anything to have him walk through the door and take me from behind, but that's not happening. Fuck. How did our relationship slip through our fingers? It was my fault, wasn't it? He wanted to try it out whether or not I was his step sister. But I was afraid; I don't know what I was fearful of, but I was. Was most of it all just made up in my head? He tried so hard every time I would push him away. I decided then I should just get up. There is no chance that I am going to fall asleep. Last night was supposed to help me forget about James, but I think it made it way worse.