Knocked Up By The Other Brother: A Secret Baby Second Chance Romance
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I sat with my arms wrapped around Danny’s waist, holding on for dear life, not daring to let go. I didn’t wear a helmet, which was more risk than I was genuinely willing to take, under normal circumstances – and even in hindsight, it isn’t my preferred source of “danger,” as much as it is sheer stupidity. But all the same, I loved the feeling of the wind whipping my hair, feeling it flow behind me in streams as we sliced across the black of night, his engine revving up loudly in my ears, stirring something amazing in the center of my chest, and giving me that feeling of being truly and genuinely alive that I’d been seeking out for so very, very long now.
I had no reason, whatsoever, to trust this man enough to ride with him so dangerously. He wouldn’t tell me where he was taking me, or the first thing about himself, for that matter, and yet somehow I felt that I could trust myself entirely in his hands, regardless of whether or not it made any sense, or of how much risk I was putting myself in with that trust.
His radio blared classic rock, and it threw me back to an era that I’d not even existed through, yet it made me feel a part of it, enveloped in the music, in the rushing of the trees around me and the highway beneath me. And, in the melting of my body up against Danny’s, hugged tightly around him, my interlocked fingers trembling around his waist, and the feeling of his heat up against mine astonishing.
God, it was all so wonderful… It felt like something had just opened up in my life, something I’d not even known was missing, but that I now felt certain I could never go without again.
At one point, I actually let myself completely loose, and indulged in a bit of excess celebration. I took my arms from around Danny’s midriff, and I pumped my fist up into the night sky, cheering wildly, “Woo-hooooooo!”
It was actually pretty lame, to be honest, like if you were an outsider observing it, and I nearly lost my balance and toppled over off the bike in the process. I caught myself again quickly enough, though, and God, it was just so damn liberating… I felt my pulse pounding in my ears, and Danny looked back over his shoulder after me, smiling, almost as amused as I was.
I leaned forward onto him, and closed my eyes, letting him drive me along into the night.
When I opened my eyes again, I was positively astonished by the sight I saw laid out before me. Danny had driven me to the very highest peak in the city, and parked there, so that the two of us stared down into the sprawl of lights and buildings and traffic, sparkling like Christmas lights, making my eyes burn from the sheer beauty of it.
I stared in awe of the view for some time, disbelieving that something so perfect could be real, and gripping Danny’s body tightly, as though I never wanted to relinquish him from my grasp.
“Was that exciting enough for you?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at me with a smile, when I failed to answer him for a long enough period of time. I kept jerking my head back and forth, from him to the view and back again, like he’d just performed a trick of some kind and I was struggling to comprehend how he’d done it. Maybe I’d gotten a bit carried away, but I was somehow overcome with emotion at the sight of the city below, feeling like this one small toe stepped outside the boundary of my comfort zone had led to such a fun and impressive sight.
I never did end up answering him, now that I think about it in retrospect. Instead, I let it suffice for me to lean in, overcome with feeling, and plant a kiss on his lips, inhaling his mouth, and loving the prickle of his stubble across my skin.
We pulled apart for a moment, both of us at attention now, and feeling a bit woozy with pleasure. It had been an experiment, a successful one, and a moment later we leaned in, and we kissed again. And again. And again, and again, and again…
Each kiss became longer, hotter, wetter, more passionate. We nearly knocked ourselves off the motorcycle at one point, giggling, but then we got off of it properly, and he parked it so the two of us could have a moment to ourselves.
He pulled my body into him, and we began to make out wildly, pushing our tongues into one another’s mouths, our hands all over one another. He grabbed my ass, and pulled my voluptuous body into himself, squeezing me as though trying to force the air right out of me, and I moaned with pleasure, loving the feeling of his hard cock, warm against my leg through the denim of his jeans.
He grabbed my breast with his hand, and God I loved being swept up in the sensations, my nipple hardening against my bra, the nerves in my body all lit up like mad. Then, God help me, with his other hand, he was reaching up my skirt, letting his fingers creep along my inner thigh, until he got to the point where he was rubbing my pussy through the fabric of my panties, getting me high on the pleasure of it. My mind was spinning, I was reeling, and I thought I might fall over, lost in how very, very bad I was being, forgetting to concentrate on anything else in the world.
But then I heard something… The sound of a car approaching, its lights beginning to illuminate us, and I suddenly came to my senses. Danny was beginning to undress me just then without my having realized it, peeling my blouse up over my head, and I stopped him hurriedly, pulling away, and leaving him clearly disappointed as the car that nearly spotted us zoomed on by, seeming not to notice us.
“Heather? What’s wrong?” he asked, confused by my sudden hesitation.
“I – We can’t do – I mean, come on, not here…”
He smiled, clearly catching my meaning. “You’re afraid we’ll get caught, aren’t you?”
“Hell yes… Caught or plowed into by a semi… Jesus…”
“Take it easy,” he said, and I really was getting a bit too hysterical. “I thought you wanted a little bit of excitement in your life…”
“I do,” I insisted, “Just – not death by screwing in the middle of the road, excitement…”
“Technically, it’s a scenic overlook, not the middle of the road,” he said, but I could tell he knew even as he said it that it was a baseless argument.
“Look, I really like you, and I want to… You know… But can’t we just like, go back to your place or something? Please?”
“Of course,” he said, taking me in his arms again. “I just wanted to show you something a little bit different…” And it wasn’t like I didn’t secretly burn to keep going, to fuck right there on the side of the way, naked in full view of whatever cars might pass by. It honestly turned me on like hell to even consider it, but the consequences struck me as far too grave in the event that things didn’t quite go as planned.
I realized suddenly that I was actually shaking at that point, apparently more anxious than I’d anticipated at my plunge into the life of a bad girl, and he quickly calmed me down, putting his lips against mine, as though to reassure me that it was all okay with him.
“Come on, you good girl,” he said, with a twitch of his lips, as he escorted me back onto his motorcycle, and we rode off once more into the night.
Chapter 3
I hit the surface of his bed hard, bouncing as my body settled into place, and he came sliding up over top of me like a blanket, picking up right where the two of us had left off. His cock was once again stiff as a board up against my body, and I hurriedly unzipped his pants to plunge my hand into his underwear, seizing a vicious handful of his long, hard immensity as we kissed.
I pumped and caressed him, savoring his heat as pre-ejaculate began to drip down his shaft and all across the palm of my hand. He breathed me in as though I was essential to his well-being, putting his tongue in my mouth and exploring wildly, unable to get enough of me. I was getting high on him, and fast, stars flashing before my eyes as I struggled to comprehend just how very fast this was all progressing.
And God, I loved it…
He put his hand up my skirt once more, rubbing my cunt, looking for my clitoris through the layers of lace, and even his meager, clumsy efforts at doing so succeeded in getting me hot as hell with arousal. I pushed my face forward into him as though to show him how much I appreciated him, and he pushed right back, and then pull his hand back away fro
m me, bringing them both up now to my skirt, instead. He peeled the fabric seductively upward, letting it melt across the dark ebony curves of my body, at last casting the article to the floor beside the bed.
He leaned up off of me for a moment, as well, and stripped out of his own shirt, revealing to me a sculpted, muscular physique, bulging with glorious pecs, a staggering set of six-pack abdominals, and the overall picture one that turned me on like you wouldn’t believe.
He let his body come back down onto me, his penis harder than ever as he wrapped his arms around me, and began to undo the hook of my bra from beneath me. He continued to suck on my lips as though they were delectable in every way, nibbling on the flesh, pulling them out between his teeth, and massaging my breasts all the while, sinking his claws into them in a manner that filled me with delight. I moaned, and he brought his lips to the underside of my chin. Then to my neck, sinking his teeth lightly into me, making my toes curl, making me burn with sensations that defied my ability to put into words on any level.
And down, down, down his mouth fell, at last making its way to my cleavage, the straps of my bra having been slid down my arms, hanging loosely by a thread from my anatomy. He peeled the cups away, and seized two vicious, enthusiastic handfuls of my supple chocolate breasts. He kneaded my flesh up like dough, squeezing my nipples between his fingers so that they grew hard and sensitized with arousal. Then, he brought his face in, alternating back and forth between each one, taking them into his mouth. He suckled on me like a newborn, rolling his tongue around each tit, sinking his teeth into me, and then alternating, back, forth, back, forth, until my spine arched up from the bed, and I experienced an unbelievable nipple orgasm.
“Oh God… Fuck…” I moaned, spasming all over, feeling as though my body was about to burst.
Slowly, the sensations began to subside, and my breathing resumed something close to its normal rate. Danny was, once again, smiling at me, his devilish, bad boy intentions clear.
“Take your panties off,” he commanded, in a low, seductive voice, and of course there was no way I could refuse in my present state of demeanor.
I slid my body out from under him, dripping with sweat and arousal, and I shimmied seductively out of my skirt, feeling just a little bit slutty, in the best of ways, and loving every moment of it. Then, I turned my back to him, and doubled my body over at the waist, sliding out of my panties as I did so. The cheeks of my buttocks splayed wide as I brought myself down to the ground, my anus and pussy both glistening for his delight, and just to drive the point home I began to rub my cunt, sliding my fingers through the slick ebony folds, rubbing myself around and around in circles.
I brought myself slowly back up, then, and turned to face him with hungry bedroom eyes. He’d slipped down to nothing but his underwear in preparation for this moment, sitting on the edge of the bed expectantly, and I put my fingers in my mouth, tasting my own fluids as I sauntered toward the bed in his direction, like a predator stalking its prey.
God, I really had taken a turn for the dark side, and God it felt so amazing to give into the seediest of temptations…
I kissed him on the mouth, and slowly dredged the fabric of his underwear down off of him, letting them sink to the floor. I stared for a long moment at the engorged purple tip of his cock, dripping with jizz and ready to be licked. I brought my hand up to him and stroked him a bit, loving the stickiness as my wrist pumped along him, and I felt his hand begin to glide through my hair, pulling it out of the way so that my next actions could take place unobstructed. Then, once my hair was out of the way, he seized a tight, slightly painful handful of it, gripping it forcefully, as a means, I realized, of controlling me.
Turned on, I allowed him to pull my face into his body. I opened my mouth wide, and I tried to suppress my gag reflex. As a good girl, I hadn’t given all that many blowjobs, and I wasn’t sure whether I would be able to contain all of him, but I was sure as hell about to find out…
My lips touched down against the very tip of his prick, and then melted around his engorged tip, sliding down, down, down along him. Inch by inch by agonizing inch of his long, veiny shaft began to slide its way down along inside my neck, and just when I thought I could take no more of him, he just kept coming, until every inch of him was completely and utterly buried inside my skull.
My nostrils flared as I struggled to breathe, and he slowly began to push his cock in and out through the shaft of my skull. I slid from his base to his tip, slowly, very slowly, building up an immense suction. Then I pushed back down, down, down along him, deep throating him once more, always certain I was about to choke on him, but always managing to survive just long enough to pull back up again.
I began to break into a steady, confident bobbing rhythm, twisting my tongue around him as I sucked him off like a pro, feeling depraved and animalistic as I gagged on that long, hard cock of his. My own movements, now, were in conflict with those he tried to inflict on me with his control, so that I felt my hair being pulled as I tried playfully to resist him, and the pain added an additional level of pleasure to the act.
At last, just when I was struggling to breathe and I thought I could take no more, he pushed me one final time up against his body, holding, holding, holding as I struggled. I thought he was about to bust a nut in my mouth, but somehow he managed to resist the temptation, and slowly he pulled out of me, his cock now glistening with saliva, and my face streaming beautifully with my own perverse fluids.
I was starting to look like a very, very naughty girl indeed…
I licked my lips, as though to prove to him on no uncertain terms that I could take whatever he threw at me. He smiled, and just to challenge me further, I suppose, he picked me up rather forcefully by the hair, and tossed me down onto the bed – not in a genuinely abusive way, just in a rough sex type of way, and I loved it as I jiggled and shook on the mattress, my body ready for whatever he could inflict upon me.
“Let me know if any of this is too much for you,” he said, descending upon me, his hands around my ankles, “And you think you might be ready to be a good girl again…”
I whimpered with delight as he hoisted my legs upward, pinning my ankles up around my ears, and spreading me wide open for him. He spit onto his free hand as he stared into my eyes, and he slid his hands a few times through the floral folds of my pussy, giving my twat a quick slap to get me ready, and evoking a pleasurable squeak of pain. He looked at me for a moment, making sure I hadn’t changed my mind about all of this, but I simply grinned at him, with a bit of a predatory look to my gaze, egging him onward.
He mounted me, then. He pushed his engorged tip into the opening of my pussy, and he slid himself inside me, stretching me out, causing the pleasure of friction to course through my body in waves. “Ohhhhh, Goddddd,” I moaned, before he’d even begun to fuck me, and then slowly he proceeded to do just that.
Slowly he dredged his cock along, in and out, in and out, in and out of me, gently, tenderly, like he was checking my fucking oil and trying his damnedest to make sure his dipstick made it back into the gauge.
Gradually, though, he began to thrust, to hump, to push himself, to fuck, faster and faster and faster, genuinely pounding me, drilling that hammer down, and smashing my body to bits. His pelvis swung violently forward in an animalistic fashion, devoid of any and all civility, full of primal, carnal rage. His buttocks clenched and unclenched, his dick launched further and deeper into me, pounding, pounding, pounding, my breasts jiggling, the bed squeaking, and the headboard rattling violently against the wall. Faster and faster, harder and harder, the acceleration only seeming to amplify as the minutes rolled by, our wet, aroused genitals slapping loudly together, KLAP KLAP KLAP KLAP KLAP! A series of agonized, profane moans issuing forth from this newfound bad girl’s mouth, “Oh yes, oh yes, oh God, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, shit! Ohhhhhh, fuck me…. FUCK!”
And, WHAM!
He plowed forward, hurling himself into me at full force, holding himself steady. He beg
an to ejaculate wildly into my body – no condom, in the style of a true bad boy – pulse after pulse of his hot, molten sperm streaming into me, overflowing from my body and spilling onto the bed, and sending me over the edge.
A naughty, nasty orgasm overtook me, causing me to push my body upward into him, my spine arching, my legs wrapping around his ass to the point that I might have crushed him, and my fingers curling into the sheets. It was a climax unrivaled by any I’d experienced before it, making me bite my lip to contain myself, until at last I released, and let my limbs slacken, coated with sweat and throbbing with exhaustion, yet wholly and utterly satisfied.
Danny sighed, and pulled his cock out from between my sticky thighs. The two of us kissed for a while in the afterglow, twisting around on the bed, licking one another up, until at last the fatigue became too much for us to handle.
After that, we just sort of lay there, in a daze, but both happy, content, thrilled to be alive.
“God, that was wonderful,” I said at last, every word its own little sigh, and Danny sort of just smiled at me, trying to decide what he wanted to say.
“I’d love to do it again sometime,” he said, suggestively, and I had a feeling he didn’t just mean the sex – if that was what he’d attended, I would have been more than fine with going another round just as soon as he got hard again. What he meant, clearly, was that he wanted to see me again, outside of this first rendezvous – and he might, just might, be angling himself for a relationship with me…
“Yeah… I think I’d like that too,” I said, and he leaned over, and kissed me on the mouth.
“Do you mind if I smoke?” he asked, a moment later, and I shook my head.
“Not as long as you give me one too,” I said.
“You smoke?” he asked, shocked as he pulled out his lighter.
I shrugged. In truth, I thought it was a disgusting habit, nothing I wanted to get myself addicted to, but I was trying to keep in my bad girl mindset, and wanted to keep pushing myself into new things.