by Stasia Black
Dominick’s breath hitches and then he doesn’t exhale, like he’s holding it waiting for me to go lower. To make contact with it.
Screw it. I’m curious and I don’t mean to torture him. I lower my hands the rest of the way until my small fingers close around…
Wow. It’s so big.
I mean, I’ve seen a couple of pictures across the years. It’s impossible to be a teenager with the internet and not, but he feels so much bigger and wider than any of them looked. And so warm. Not to mention hard.
I mean, obviously it was going to be hard. That’s the whole point. But I’ve babysat little boys before and how can that grow up to become this?
“Christ, beautiful,” he hisses out. “Do you know how good that feels? Wrap your little fingers around it and get under the covers with me.”
I do as he says, wrapping both hands around him, then feeling up and down the velvety soft skin that covers his hard rod. Oh my God, I’m using romance novel terms, but they are so right. It does feel like velvet over a steel rod. I try not to giggle as I lay down beside him.
My attack of the giggles are soon lost in his hands on my body and feeling how he tenses and groans as I rub him up and down, up and down.
“Christ, I love your little hands on me. And watching you just come now.” He presses his length in and out of my inexpert fingers gripping him. “You don’t know how long we’ve been looking forward to this.”
We?
The question registers in my mind but then Dominick delivers another of his deep kisses. One of his large hands drops to cover mine and he shows me just how he likes to be pleasured. I learn how to twist his shaft and roll my hand up over the bulbous crown. I’m rewarded when I feel a little bit of wetness coat my fingers.
“That’s because of how crazy you’re driving me, beautiful. Now you try on your own.”
I repeat the motions he’s just taught me, my brow furrowed in determination as I try to get it right.
“Christ, it’s so good,” he encourages. “You can squeeze it even harder if you want.”
Really? I feel like I’m already choking the life out of the thing but I put all my strength into my grip.
And then I think about how much suction and strength I’ve heard the human mouth and jaw have.
I want Dominick to be happy with how I’m doing. More than anything else in the universe. And just the thought of licking him. Tasting him. My sex clenches and before I can overthink it or psych myself out, I slip down underneath the covers.
I take him into my mouth and start to suck.
“Holy Christ!” he shouts so loud I’m doubly glad no one else is in the house because if they were, they’d surely come running at his exclamation.
For a second I think maybe I’ve done the wrong thing after all.
Maybe that’s not how you’re supposed to do it? Did I bite him accidently or something? I tried to cover my teeth with my lips but maybe I still grazed him and—
But when I try to lift away, Dominick’s hand is there putting gentle pressure on my head to keep me in place.
An internal glow flows throughout my body and I lick and suck and lap at his rod. He whispers encouragement and instructions.
Within minutes he’s tapping my shoulder.
“Pull off, beautiful.”
I do and he presses me back on the bed. Then he tugs himself far more roughly than I ever did, three quick jerks until several hot spurts shoot out and coat my breasts.
“Fuck. Oh fuck,” he whispers as the last little bit bursts out of him. He collapses beside me, his hand landing in his cream on my chest. He rubs it all around my chest and down to my stomach.
“You’re mine,” he says, hazel eyes gleaming as our gazes lock.
My breath hitches as we just stare at each other, both of us catching our breath.
After a few long moments, he reaches for his boxers on the ground and cleans up the mess he made on me.
Then he grabs me close, pulls the sheet and comforter over us, and like always, is out within minutes.
And all I can feel is—WHAT?
How does he do that? How can he just fall asleep like nothing at all is unusual when we just— just—
I’m still pulsing between my legs. Even though his warmth is behind me now, the memory of him on top of me is still so fresh.
Again—WHAT?
He was upset about something when he came in, that was clear.
His words from earlier ring in my head. I need you tonight, beautiful. I’ve tried to fight it, I know it’s wrong, but today was just…I need you.
What happened today to set him off like that? And…he’s tried to fight it? So I’m not the only one who’s had these…feelings.
And sure he said they were wrong too, but what if maybe they aren’t. I mean, we aren’t really sister and brother.
Though even having the thought feels like a betrayal.
No—he is family. He is. He’s my brother.
But also my…lover?
Oh God this is so messed up.
I squeeze my eyes shut hard, sink back against Dominick, and try to sleep.
And somehow, sleep actually comes. I sleep hard. So hard in fact, that I don’t even wake up when sun starts streaming through my bedroom window.
No, I don’t wake up until there’s an angry voice shouting.
“What the hell is going on in here?”
Chapter 4
My eyes shoot open only to find Dad standing at the foot of the bed, looking back and forth between me and Dominick with clear shock on his face. Dad’s dressed in his usual Saturday attire, khakis and a polo shirt.
Oh my God. How late is it? I want to sink into the mattress and die. I jerk the blanket up around myself but still feel entirely exposed.
“Wait, Dad, I can explain,” Dominick starts, but Dad is around to his side of the bed in two strides. With no finesse, he jerks Dominick out of the bed and onto the hardwood floor. Dominick is a big man but his father is one of the few men I can imagine almost equaling him in size. Dominick doesn’t fight him either. He tumbles down and lands hard on his knees where he stays, completely naked, head bowed.
“I was the one who started coming to Sarah’s room,” Dominick says heatedly. “She did nothing wrong.”
“Is that why she’s clutching her blanket around herself in shame?” Dad eyes shoot between me where I huddle on the bed and Dom on the floor.
Tears start leaking out of my eyes at his harsh words. No, this isn’t supposed to happen. Everything was perfect. Then it got all screwed up. Dominick’s been upset for weeks and I haven’t pushed him to really talk about it. And if I’m honest with myself, there’s a reason I kept wearing such nothing scraps of clothing even when I knew there was a chance he’d sleep over. I’m not that naïve. And surely Dominick could feel how I wanted him. Men just know those things, right? Instead of addressing it, I let the tension between us build and build until it just exploded last night. And I hate the way Dad’s looking at Dom.
“No, Dad,” I sit up straighter, still clutching the blanket tight. “It’s all my fault.”
Dad’s beautiful green eyes flash, then darken as they settle on me. “Is that so? How do you figure?”
“I— I— Well, I—” I glance down helplessly at Dominick, but his eyes are still on the floor. I swallow hard and look back at Dad. No matter how much I want to run away and lock myself up in the bathroom—oh God, is this really happening? Please, please let me wake up and this just be a horrible nightmare—
But no, all my frenzied thoughts finally still. I wouldn’t really want that. Not if it meant giving up last night. I wouldn’t erase last night for anything.
I take a deep breath. “It’s my fault because I’ve been getting things confused sometimes. Having the two of you here has been,” I pause and hiccup because stupid tears choking up my throat make it too difficult to speak for a moment, “so amazing. I feel all kinds of intense feelings. I can’t always sort out what they
mean. What Dominick and I—” I look down at Dominick and he finally looks up at me. “I can’t lose that.”
Dad’s voice finally softens. “You won’t, baby. But I won’t abide a household full of secrets. For that there will be punishment.”
I look up at Dad in confusion, but when Dominick gets up off the floor to stand beside the bed, he looks resigned.
“Where?” is all Dominick asks.
Dad points at my desk, then starts loosening his belt. I feel my eyes widen. Surely he’s not going to— I mean, Dominick is twenty-four years old!
But sure enough, Dominick bends over and, still buck naked, braces his hands on the edge of my desk.
Dad bends his belt in two, rears back and then there’s a loud crack as the leather lands on Dominick’s ass.
A little screech escapes my mouth but Dominick barely flinches.
“One,” he intones.
Another crack.
“Two.”
“How many?” I ask, feeling unable to do anything except watch on in distress from my bed.
Thwack.
Three.
“Twenty,” Dad answers me.
Four through seven land and Dominick jerks a little more with each resounding wallop. Dad seems to swing harder each time too.
Another lands.
“Eight,” Dominick says, his voice finally sounding pained. His ass is already bright red. And are those welts I see rising?
“Stop!” I jump off the bed, blanket wrapped around me, and step between Dad and Dominick. “No more.”
Dad stops before landing the next blow, looking surprised. Dominick turns around too, expression mirroring his father’s.
“Sarah,” Dominick says, before reaching out a hand to stop me. I clutch it desperately. He just shakes his head, looking a little confused. “It’s no big deal. I did something wrong. I’ll take my punishment and learn from my mistake.”
I try not to show how stung I feel at his words. I get that what he’s going through isn’t pleasant. But why is he so quick to call us a mistake?
God, Sarah, put away your own pride. There’s a much bigger problem here. Dominick doesn’t see anything wrong with his father giving him a beating!
“Dominick, please, just stop—”
But Dominick just nods before bracing his hands on the table again, back in position. “A little rod of correction goes a long way toward improving the child.” He sounds like a robot as he says it.
What the—?
I step back from the both of them.
These are two men I care a great deal for. But they have secrets I’m only beginning to glimpse.
Obviously.
“Nine.” Smack. “Ten.” Dominick’s teeth grit and his face is getting as red as his backside. No matter how really, truly, deeply screwed up this all is, I can’t stand it for another second.
“Stop it!” I move in between them. “You said it yourself, Dad,” I turn to him. “I’m part to blame. Give me the other ten.”
Dominick swings around in shock and then his eyes flick to Dad. “No. Dad. Don’t.”
I follow his gaze and gulp when I see that Dad is obviously considering the idea.
“Sarah, no, you don’t need to—” Dominick continues to protest but Dad holds a hand out.
“Sarah’s a big girl and both of you were caught in a lie.”
I swallow and nod even as my legs go stiff with terror. My eyes drop to the belt. I’ve never been spanked in my whole life. Mom slapped me a few times when she was especially out of it and high, so it’s not that I’ve been without bruises in my life but… this is Dad.
Tears flood my cheeks. It feels like betrayal.
I trusted him. Yeah Dominick and I snuck around and lied, but now Dad’s going to hurt me for it?
“Hey, look at me.” Dad’s voice drops to a gentle bass. It’s like he can read my mind. “Do you trust me? Would I ever bring you harm?”
He reaches out and takes my hand in his big, warm one.
Instantly the tension leaches out of my body.
He’s right. I might be seeing another side to my family, but that comes with getting to know them in a deeper way.
They’re letting me in. And he’s right, I do trust him.
I nod and finally squeeze Dad’s fingers back. I look over at Dominick. He looks uncertain but Dad pushes him out of the way.
To make way for me.
Holy crap.
Am I really doing this?
“Assume the position, sweet girl,” Dad says, rubbing my neck. “You’re going to need to drop the blanket too.”
My breath hitches, but even as crazy as all this is, I don’t want to let either Dad or Dominick down.
Dominick took his punishment without complaint. I don’t want to do any less, no matter how scared I might be.
My whole body shaking, I take a step toward the desk, back toward Dad and Dominick.
I let the blanket fall to the floor. I’ve never felt more naked in my whole life. One hand drops to cover my shaved sex and my other arm folds up to cover my chest, head down.
Dominick steps close again. “You’re doing great,” he whispers, reaching down and clasping my hand. “Don’t be scared. I’m here.”
“Put your hands on the edge of the table,” Dad cuts Dominick off. “And don’t hang your head, sweet girl. Your body is nothing to be ashamed of.”
His words shock me in a way I can’t even explain. How can he say that? It was this body that seduced his son. That created this mess in the first place. If I hadn’t had all of these…unnatural urges…
“Hands on the desk,” Dad’s voice reminds me. There’s an odd quality to it now. He doesn’t sound angry anymore. More like…urgent?
Still shaking and making sure I’m angled just so, in a way that I hope means Dad can see just my back and not my small breasts in profile, I let go of Dominick’s hand and tentatively lean forward. I position myself with my hands on the edge of the desk just like Dominick did minutes before.
Smack.
The blow comes almost immediately after I’m in position.
But it’s not the sharp bite of a belt. Rather the warm sting of a palm.
Dad just spanked me. With his hand.
“Count or you get twice as many,” Dad warns.
Bewildered, I sputter, “One.”
His hand comes down again, this time on the other cheek.
“Two!” I squeak.
And so it continues. I can hardly begin to describe the sensation. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as I was afraid of. In fact, it barely hurts at all—it’s more of a jolting surprise and sting each time he makes contact. He’s not putting his considerable strength into it, I can tell. Nothing like what he was doing when he was belting Dominick. Thank God.
Halfway through, my butt just starts to feel really warm and tingly. After seven, Dad pauses and rubs each cheek in turn, kneading and massaging.
Oh my God. What is he—?
It feels—
I blink and then squeeze my eyes shut hard against all the things I’m feeling that I can’t sort out.
Abruptly he stops and the spanking continues.
“Eight,” I breathe out.
Nine and ten are the most strenuous smacks of all, but then Dad’s warm hands are back on my flesh.
My breathing is rapid from exertion, but the exertion of what, I don’t know. Holding my muscles still when all I want to do is run away? The mental acrobatics I’ve been going through over the last five minutes?
“Feel how hot she is, Dominick.”
Suddenly, a cooler pair of hands join Dad’s warm ones. Both of them are touching my body…
It’s official. I never woke up. This is all a crazy dream. For sure.
Then it’s just the cooler pair of hands as Dad pulls away. The hair from the back of my neck is lifted up. “Do you want your big brother to make you feel better now?” Dad whispers against my neck, right behind my ear.
My eyes jolt ope
n and I swing my head to look around at him.
The same second I do, Dominick’s hands move from my butt to drop underneath and around to my sex. Where he begins to rub at my most sensitive spot.
“She’s wet,” Dominick says, his voice a low grumble of what sounds like approval.
I try to jerk away from him even as he starts to circle me and one of his big, blunt fingers seeks entrance inside me.
“What are you doing?” I look down at Dom, appalled. Dad is right here. This is what we got in trouble for in the first place—
“It’s okay, sweet girl,” Dad says, circling my waist with his arms. “I meant it when I said not to be ashamed of your beautiful body. There’s no reason for the two of you to hide from me. We’re a family.”
I’m so absolutely startled by this declaration and by Dad’s closeness that when Dominick comes closer and again inserts his finger inside me from below, I don’t move away again. I just shudder in pleasure and the sure feeling that I’m doing something terribly elicit and wrong.
But Dad smiles at me, his green eyes bright and brilliant. “That’s right, sweet girl. Show Daddy how much you like it. Do you have any idea how much I want you to be happy? It’s all Dominick and I want. You’ve enriched our lives so much, we want to give back to you.”
The trembles going through my body get even more violent—both at Dad’s words and at the things Dominick is doing to my body. Does Dad have any idea what his words mean to me? I’ve never— For my whole life I wished someone, anyone would—
“Oh my God!” I whisper and look down. Dominick’s replaced his rubbing fingers with his— Oh— God—
His mouth. And it—
Aaaaaaaaaaaah God, I can’t even—
My legs buckle at the pleasure but Dad catches me and holds me in his arms. Dominick continues his merciless attack, his tongue circling and lapping and plunging. The pleasure rises higher and higher. I can’t— And Dad is right here and—
My mouth opens as pleasure starts to spike through my center.
And that’s when Dad leans down and takes my mouth with such hunger, my climax sparks.
Dad kisses me and I kiss him back and Dominick devours my sex.
It’s so wrong and so right.