His Brat’s Fertile First Time - Blaire

A Taboo Bareback Story

Candy Quinn

Contents

Copyright

Preamble

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Afterword

About the Author

Also by Candy Quinn

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Preamble

Book Themes:

Step-Father / Step-Daughter, Taboo, Barely Legal, Bareback, and Breeding

Word Count:

8,140

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1

“Jeremy is a total asshole,” Samantha sneers, laying back on her pool chair, her bikini lightly strung around her neck. Samantha is hot as the Sahara, but then, so are all of my friends. But none of them can be honest with me, not like her. With her dark brown hair and pale green eyes, she doesn’t look as vicious as she could be, at least not in that traditional high school sense.

Though in three days we’ll be out of that hellhole, for good. So why am I so miserable that Jeremy dumped me just before finals? I saw it coming, after all. I mean, he’s going to New York to study theater of all things. I figured once he left school he was planning on coming out of the closet anyways. Four years of football and grunting in the men’s locker room was sure to set his mind going.

But I’m still heartbroken. I could hide it from everyone except Samantha.

I turn onto my stomach, my fingers finding the string on the back of my bikini and unfastening it. I have the house to myself when my dad’s at work, and we don’t have an exam today, so why not get a little sun?

It feels so good on my already tanned skin, and I open my eyes to look at Samantha. My gaze is shielded by my dark glasses, and I look over her huge tits, her perfect stomach, and toned thighs.

Men would kill for her, I know that, because she makes me hate her with envy and want to go a little gay. The thought distracts me from Jeremy for a second as I imagine running my mouth over her body, tasting her hidden areas.

“Earth to Blaire, hello?”

My cheeks flush, and I tuck some of my blonde hair behind my ear.

“Fuck him,” I say, crassly. I didn’t care. It’s not like we ever fucked. He was my arm candy, just like I was his. Or so I kept telling myself. In reality, I was holding out ‘til prom night to give it up to him, but I guess that isn’t going to happen anymore.

So I’m going to college a virgin.

Not like I’ll be the first, and I know once I get there, I won’t have any trouble getting laid.

Samantha might be perfect, but truth is, we’re pretty damn similar, except I’m blonde and my eyes are more of an icy blue, and my skin holds a tan better than her, even if I do freckle a little. Plus she has tits where I, well, don’t. My daddy — well, step-father — has promised me a boob job for my graduation present, if I want it.

“Once you get to college, you’re going to have to be beating those guys off with a stick,” she says, her full lips pulled into a wide, toothy grin.

“Phrasing, Samantha,” I say, but I’m laughing, rolling back onto my stomach and tugging my bikini top off, tossing it to the side. I don’t care that I’m topless around her. It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve sunbathed together, and she barely even blinks. I blame my flat chest for that, and let out a soft sigh as my nipples stiffen with a gust of warm, spring air.

“Well, you’ll want to beat them off with something better than a stick in that way. Try your hand,” she retorts.

The sunglasses hide my pained expression as I speak, “I just figured he was the one I wanted to be my first, that’s all.”

Samantha giggles, cruelly, as she tosses her sunhat to the side, looking up at the sky. She usually has no shame, but today she’s keeping her bikini fastened, and I feel a little uneasy about that, but I try to push it away. I’m just a bit delicate, that’s all, I try to tell myself. Reading into things that aren’t there.

“I can’t get over the fact that you’re a fucking virgin, Blaire. You’re hotter than anyone else at school, and I know more than a half dozen guys that have been pleading for a chance at your puss. Maybe prom can be your big night,” she teases.

And then there’s the sound of a man clearing his throat.

I turn, and gape at my step-father, standing there in his suit.

It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t so intimidating. So tall, statuesque and good looking.

Yeah, my daddy’s a real hunk, alright. Nothing to be done about that. With his broad shoulders and fit physique, there was no wonder he stole my mother’s heart. He could steal any woman’s heart, I imagine. He even has blonde hair and emerald eyes that glitter in the light, like he was unreal, some figment of the imagination. A handsome, rugged older man, with confidence and the success to back it up.

“You two ladies are obviously cutting loose… and cutting class,” he remarks in that deep, husky voice of his.

My arm goes across my chest, and I’m mortified. I have no idea how long he’s been standing there watching us, and I’m squirming uncomfortably.

Samantha, meanwhile, is seductively lowering her sunglasses and smiling at him.

“Exams, Mr. Cartwright,” she says with a sensual lilt to her voice that makes me want to melt into the ground as I grope for my bikini top. Unfortunately for me, I had flicked it just out of reach.

Daddy bends down, laying his briefcase to the ground before casually making his way across the patio, his shiny black shoes clicking upon the poolside as he waltzes on in like nothing was amiss.

“I see,” he remarks, looking us both over before he flips up his own sunglasses, letting his green eyes soak us in. “And I guess no study is necessary, huh?” he says, one hand in his pocket, as he looks at us so casually, from Samantha to me and back again.

My lips tremble as I look to Samantha, then to Daddy, praying she doesn’t say anything else.

“We studied all morning, daddy, I promise, but we just wanted to get some sun before supper. It helps us think!” I lie, and I know it’s a lie. Every time I lay out in the sun, I’m zapped of all energy and definitely don’t want to think at all.

“Besides, Mr. Cartwright,” Samantha pitches in, “you know we’re both shoe-ins for College. I mean, look at us,” she says, shimmying her shoulders and making her large breasts jiggle.

I don’t know what was worse: the fact that she did that, or that my daddy openly watched her do it!

“Mmhmm,” he says as if listening to someone make a pitch to him at his office, that skeptical look upon his face as he studies us again. “Just a moment ladies,” he says, holding up a finger, and I felt like my life was at an end. I’m absolutely certain he’s gonna come back and end us!

“Oh shit, we’re in for it now, Samantha,” I say, as I get up and make to grab for my bikini top, but daddy returns quicker than I anticipated. And strangely, it’s with three wine glasses and a bottle in tow.

“Since you’re both such shoe-ins, I guess a bit of celebration is in order with your relaxation, no?” he says, as he lays the glasses down on the deck table and pours some of the shiraz up into each of the three glasses. “Here you go sweetie,” he says, offering me one first.

I feel like it’s a trap, but Samantha’s looking at me with a dangerous glint of excitement in her eyes, and everything’s happening so fast.

I reach out to take it, but in my panic, I’m reaching out with the wrong hand, flashing him all over again.

This is the worst day of my life. I get dumped, and now I’m accidentally flashing my own step-father.

I accept it quickly, trying to hide my breasts once more.

But despite it all, daddy smiles at me with that usual, loving expression, linking our gaze a while before he turns his attention to Samantha, handing her glass, which she takes daintily but without hesitation.

“Thank you, Mr. Cartwright,” she says, smiling so brazenly at him as she helps herself to a sip.

Much to my surprise, daddy raises his glass in a toast to us and sits back in one of the chairs, loosening his tie before taking a sip and lounging in the sun.

“I suppose there’s no point in wasting such a beautiful, free day for any of us, is there ladies?” he says casually, as if we are any other beautiful women, and not his daughter and her best friend.

He’s being so fucking casual about it all, that I kind of feel like trying to put on the bikini top is going to be harder than it seems, and draw way too much attention to it. Besides, now I only have one hand free.

But my nerves are frayed and I’m scared to take a sip. I mean, it’s not like my dad’s a jerk. He’s taken really good care of me since my mom died two years ago, but he has kind of a disciplinarian streak to him, usual. I have to make my bed just as he likes it, do the laundry just so. He has a lot of ways about him, and he’s really controlling about it.

He’s the same at work, I know, so it’s not so weird. But I’m afraid if I take a sip, he’s going to punish me once Samantha’s gone.

“So why are you home with the girls so soon, Mr. Cartwright?” Samantha asks brazenly, leaning upon one arm, with her ample chest thrust out as she sips more of the red wine, showing none of my reservations.

My daddy, however, seems so calm about it all, shrugging his shoulders as he reclines and makes himself comfortable.

“Lovely day, and I’m the boss… so I called it an early day. I’ve got that luxury. I just don’t exercise it often,” he says with a confident smile. “Besides, any time now, my little girl is going to be heading off, and I’ll be left all alone here. Might as well make the most of what time we have left, no sweetie?” he says, smiling right at me, then tilting his chin in my direction. “Go on, drink up.”

I’m all nerves, but I know better than to disobey a direct order, and I take a mouthful, still covering my chest. I glance at Samantha, my brows raised as I try to draw her attention to my still practically bared breasts with a questioning expression, but she just giggles.

“Ohh, the boss?” she says to my father, and I don’t know where this sensation of jealousy is coming from, but it’s coming in strong and is making me really uncomfortable on top of my toplessness.

“Mmhmm,” he says before casually taking a sip of his own wine, looking over to Samantha. “My Blaire’s never told you about what I do before?” he asks, shooting me one of his dashing, half-smiles, that so woo the ladies. I know he’s had numerous ones hitting on him since my mother died, but he’s never so much as taken one out for a date that I’m aware of.

He’s pretty private, I know, and I’m busy, but he’s the type of person who’d probably talk to me about it. I assume anyways.

“I told her,” I say with a roll of my eyes and Samantha gives me a little warning glare, but she never heeded mine. Besides, I don’t know why, but it’s making me angry seeing her flirt with him.

“She just wants to hear it from you,” I add on.

Dad’s smile only grows and he taps a ringed finger along his glass as he looks between us then out over the swimming pool. He takes his time, sipping his wine before looking on back.

“I broke away from my old company years ago, started my own firm. More responsibility, more control, more of the pay that comes in. Works for me, usually,” he says. “Means I can do something like this, and take off in the middle of the day to drink wine with two gorgeous ladies by the pool, whenever I see fit.”

“Not that he ever does,” I say, and I sound more sullen than expected. I take a sip of my drink before turning my back on the two of them to hide the dark look on my face. I down the rest of my wine, hoping it’ll make me feel less terrible as I reach out and finally grab my bikini top.

“That’s so amazing, Mr. Cartwright,” Samantha says, sounding so interested.

My father takes a generous mouthful of his wine, and before I can get anywhere close to putting my top back on, he gets up and sits down on my lounging seat, placing his hand upon my calf and stroking my leg to my ankle.

“You’re right, my angel,” he says so smoothly, “I should have taken my liberties more often. It’s funny how you don’t realize that until it’s almost too late,” he says, smiling from Samantha over to me, looking warm and loving and… something else, I can’t quite place.

I’m breathing hard by this point and I can’t see Samantha anymore, but I can smell my daddy’s cologne, and the wine’s hitting me pretty hard. I haven’t eaten anything all day.

I don’t know what to say, what to do. It’s like I’m stunned in place.

His hand touches my warm, sunbaked skin, and I shiver.

“It’s fine,” I manage.

“It’s fine to neglect such a lovely lady?” he says, looking right at me with those intense, green eyes of his, squeezing my leg a while as we lock gazes. Only then does he slowly turn his attention back to Samantha. “It’s not right for a man to neglect the most important woman in his life, now is it Samantha?” he asks.

“No, Mr. Cartwright. A man should tend to the women he cares for. First and last,” she says so sultrily, such meaning to her words as she strokes her free hand along her hip and down her thigh a little, drawing his gaze there before he tears it away to smile back at me.

She’s making me really flustered. Or maybe it’s the sun, and the wine, but I’m suddenly feeling really dizzy, and I have to blink to clear my vision. It’s all still spinning, and I drop my hands to the side of the chair, gripping there for a moment as I take in deep breaths, oblivious to my partial nudity, to the exposed tanned breasts and their pale, pink nipples.

Daddy reaches out to me, and for a brief, hazy moment I think he’s going to grab my exposed breasts, but instead he cups my cheek, strokes his thumb along my skin, so loving and tenderly. Like years ago when I was just a child.

“I really don’t want to see you go, my sweet angel,” he says in that deep, dark voice of his, so full of emotion. “I know it’s selfish, and a father’s supposed to be happy about his girl going out into the world, but if I could only convince you… I’d keep you here for all time. Whatever it took,” he says, taking another sip of his wine before laying the glass aside and looking to Samantha. “But then, I can’t expect my girl to stay here with me while all her friends go off to college, away from here, leaving her alone, can I Samantha?”

“Well it wouldn’t be fair,” she says, though honestly, that burning jealousy that keeps growing brighter is making me think that what she really thinks isn’t fair is him being next to me. Touching me.

I just have to breathe, and I’m trying to focus on him, but I can’t. My eyes flit over his beautiful eyes, his full lips, locking there for a while before I finally murmur, “I don’t feel good.”

Daddy looks at me, and I can see the sympathy in his eyes even through the tipsy haze of the wine. He leans forward, pressing his lips to my forehead in a tender kiss.

“Too much wine, sweetie? Sorry, I should’ve known you were too good a girl, no experience with alcohol,” he says, brushing back my blonde hair and looking at me tenderly. “It’s a good thing you’ve got a friend like Samantha, who doesn’t tempt you into doing things you shouldn’t then. Getting mixed up with too many bad boys.”

Either it’s a pointed remark because he overheard her earlier or not, I can’t tell.

“Oh, I’m the best, Mr. Cartwright,” Samantha says, still trying to tempt him away, her hand placed on his shoulder. “Seriously. Maybe little Blaire should head up to bed and we can polish off the bottle together.”

There’s an anger in me and I’m trying to ignore it as I push myself up. “Yea, I’ll just go,” I say, and I don’t know what I want or hope to happen. I don’t want Samantha to fuck my dad, though, I know that much. But I don’t want him to fuck her, even more.

But much to my surprise, daddy sweeps me off my feet — literally! — and picks me up into his strong arms with such ease. He ignores Samantha entirely, with her big tits, and casual charm, as he carries me over towards the house.

“You should probably head home now, Samantha. I have to see to my girl now. I don’t think she’s taking to the wine,” he says, smiling at me as he takes me to the house.

I know it’s relief that I’m feeling in my chest though I don’t know why, not really. I suck in my lower lip and decide to just not question it for the time being, as I curl into his arms, the top of my bikini long forgotten.

As soon as we’re in the air conditioned house I start to feel a little better, and I take a gulp of cool air.

“This is so embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not, sweetie. Just relax, it’ll be okay,” daddy assures me, never letting that handsome smile fade from his face as he carries me up the stairs. And passes my room, much to my surprise.

He instead takes me to his, placing me upon that massive king sized bed of his, with its thick, plush blankets, resting his knee upon the edge as he leans over me, stroking my cheek.

“You’re just a very good girl, that’s all,” he reassures.

I don’t realize it, but I start to tremble when I’m separated from his bodily warmth, and he notices it immediately. He leans in towards me, instead of bringing the blanket up, and I hear Samantha slam the door on her way out. She must be pissed, thinking I did this just to cockblock her. Though really, dads are totally off limit to friends.

My daddy — mine, all mine — sheds his jacket and tie, then presses in against me, warming me in his big, strong arms, one draped right over my bare chest as he strokes a hand over my hair and face.

“You’re the loveliest woman I’ve ever seen, angel,” he says to me so sincerely, his deep voice so ridden with emotion. “I’m glad it’s just us now because I’ve not had nearly as much time with you as I crave.”

It’s been so long since he held me like this, and I find myself to be putty in his hands. I melt into him, my dizziness passing with the thick sense of warmth and comfort I take in being held by him. His familiar scent surrounds me, and his words soothe my frazzled nerves.

“Jeremy dumped me,” I blurt out suddenly, and bite my lower lip in.

“I know,” he responds so casually, concern for me thick in his voice before he leans in and places a tender kiss along my temple. “You were too good for him by far anyhow. Just a placeholder doormat until you were ready for a real man,” he husks into my ear, squeezing his thick, bulging bicep into me as he holds me securely. “A real man who will support and care for you, for all your days. Keep you like the queen you deserve to be.”

My smile started to spread, those words so what I needed to hear as I dabbed a few melancholy tears from the corner of my eyes.

“It’s not fair, though,” I say gently, my brow furrowing, and I try to relax again. “Why’d he have to do it just before graduation?”

“Oh sweetie,” he says, rubbing his big, strong hand along my side, skirting the edge of my bare breast on down to my hip and thigh, then back again. “He just spared you from losing your virginity to a punk. A loser. Now you can lose it to a real man, who deserves it,” he says, kissing my cheek, then my neck. “You should lose it to a man who’s ready to give you everything he has. Not just a teen’s forty-five seconds of huffing and puffing.”

I laugh, but then his motions register to my slow moving mind, and I have to blink. His mouth feels so good as he brushes back my golden hair with his nose, his warm breath spreading over my delicate neck. It was like an electric shock going through me, and I started breathing quicker.

“Daddy?” I say, paying more attention to the way his finger was tickling over my flesh, skirting so close to my bikini line, then dangerously near the curve of my breast.

And I’m not going to deny it feels good. That it makes my skin prickle with need.

But I know it’s not right.

“I don’t want you to go away, sweetie,” he says to me, his words so gravelly and needful as his fingers come to the bow that’s tied at my hip, toying with it lightly. “Not now. Not ever. The thought of you going has been keeping me from working right… and I can do so much more for you. Keep you taken care of. Give you everything you need,” he said, that word ‘everything’, said with such poignancy as he tugged at the bow, undoing it, letting my thong come loose.

I sat up, pushing my fingers into the bed, and it was like everything came into high definition, crystal clarity, and I didn’t know how to feel about it.

He’d just tugged open my swimsuit, and I knew it wasn’t by accident. My daddy does nothing by accident, and I’m breathing so fast and wishing that my nipples weren’t so stiff from those teasing, tender touches he was doing. I’m completely exposed, and my lips fall open.

“Daddy?”

He rises with me though, kissing along my shoulder and neck as he peels back that little triangle just a bit before letting my thong drop between my thighs. His hand slides back up my side, cupping my petite breast, holding and squeezing it as if it were not the tiny morsel it was, and were instead some big tit that overshadowed Samantha’s.

“Stay with me, sweetie,” he says in a husk, slowly pulling back to look into my blue eyes. “Let me be your first. Your last. Your only. Daddy’ll take care of you like those boys never could,” he pledges to me with such sincerity.

I can’t believe what’s happening, and yet at the same time, I can. Suddenly I remember those little ways he used to look at me, those private smiles with the glint behind them. And I understood instantly the jealousy and possessiveness I felt back at the poolside.

I look at him as his hand moves to cup my face, and I know I’m bare before him, but I can’t help but feel a little excited. Strange, scared... yet his words...

They tease at my greatest desires.

Daddy’s kisses move closer inwards until, at last, they reach the corner of my lips. And I know daddy and I have exchanged what is dangerously close to a real, adult kiss.

“Only daddy could know you so well,” he husks, palming my breast and the stiff teat atop it, squeezing and kneading it so tenderly. “College is such a bore. And you’d only waste your time with horny college boys that are so beneath you, my sweet. But if you stay… oh, if you stay…” he says, taking a deep breath so his broad chest swells up as he moves to hover over my lips, head tilted to the side. “I’ll make you so happy. Get you anything you want.”

Then he closes the distance, pressing his lips to mine, no pretense of it being a fatherly kiss. It was passionate, romantic. Lustful.

Though really, all pretenses of this being right or decent went out the window the second he traced along my breast, exposing my body to him.

So I knew it was going to happen, and I part my lips a little, a sigh escaping before I pull away. I can’t believe I just did that. It’s so wrong, so dirty, but his sweet, beautiful, wonderful words... I’m transfixed by them, and by the way he’s touching me with such reverence.

One of his strong hands rise up to my shoulder, guide me back to the bed, rubbing at my flesh as the other reaches to his chest and begins to undo his shirt, slowly revealing his hard, muscular pecs beneath, and the peppering of dark hair upon them.

“You lost your mother, but you have me. You’ll always have daddy,” he assures me, shedding his shirt, to show off that magnificent, masculine form of his. More a man than any I’d ever seen in the flesh before, with rippling muscles, sculpted from hard work and exercise. “And you’ll never need to worry about school or work again, I promise.”

I’m watching, transfixed upon his body as my mouth parts with hunger and desire. I pull away, though, and my bikini bottoms fall to the side, exposing my shaven sex.

“We shouldn’t,” I say gently, and I don’t want him to agree, but I’m so scared. It isn’t at all what I thought my first time could be, and at the same time, it’s so much more.

He smiles at me in such a way, I think he’s going to pull away and end it all, push no further and comfort me in some other manner. With a cup of hot cocoa maybe.

“Don’t you see, sweetie? We should though. We should stay together. After all we’ve been through… you belong here with me,” he says, stroking his hand over my thigh, up to my hip, where his thumb wanders in towards my cunny, over the smoothly shaved area of my mons, as his other hand undoes his belt and I can see his trousers drop an inch, showing the lines from his hip pointing to his groin, where the neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair pokes out.

I’m feeling as though I’m in a waking dream, and my lashes flutter down.

Would it really be so bad?

He’d never leave me. Never dump me or discard me. He’d always be there, always has been there...

I bite down on my lower lip and am so much more aware of his gaze as it lingers over my stiffened nipples, the flat of my stomach, and down further. It’s a greedy stare, but one filled with love as well, not like the boys at school.

So needful, yet sincere. Daddy’s lust would never die, I felt it in my heart as well as my loins. Doubly so when he pushed down his pants and boxer-briefs, letting that big, thick manhood spring out bare.

I’d never seen it before, of course, never stumbled upon him with it out — not like this anyhow! — and seeing it so nude was breathtaking. He was bigger than any I’d ever seen in the movies, and ribbed with such bulging veins, throbbing before me from his desire as he took hold of my thighs with both hands and spread them.

“I’ll love you ‘til the end of time, sweetie,” he pledges, leaning in and placing another kiss upon my lips, probing his tongue betwixt them as he leaned in, and I felt the brush of his purple tip against my folds.

I gasp, and I pull away again, but my head is spinning with desire and my body is so angry that I’ve moved from his touch.

His fingers skirt down along my calves, tickling them there for a moment as he smiles at me as if this was all under his control. Part of his wondrous plan for me.

He licks his lips as his hands roam back up over my smoothly shaven thighs and their soft skin, before sneaking in towards my inner thighs and stopping, but I hate him for stopping. I need his touch again. I’m just so scared that this was so wrong, that I was ruining everything.

“My sweet little angel,” he coos at me as if the moment were only half lewd and lustful, and half sweet and wholesome. His long fingers tickling and stroking my skin as his gaze soaks me in with such pride and need. He steals another kiss from my lips boldly and gives a deep, throaty moan.

“I want you to forget college,” he says between smacks of our lips together. “Forget all that nonsense… and stay with me. I’ll take you to all the parties. All the soirees. And make you a queen of this house, this city.” And I could feel another brush of his manhood against my cunny as it bobbed with need.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and that sends a wave of embarrassment and frustration through me. He’s so close, I can feel his cock, and I want it so bad. For my mind to be quiet and just let go of all my apprehensions and worries and fears.

To just give in to pleasure, to what feels so right.

Daddy’s lips move across my skin, from my lips on down to my neck again, kissing and suckling softly as the throb of his manhood teases me so mercilessly without his even needing to try. He gives a low, rumbling groan of desire that vibrates my eardrum before his words resonate in my ear.

“Daddy loves you baby… and more than that, he needs to fuck you,” he says so crassly, unlike anything I’d ever heard from him except when berating someone over the phone. “I need to slide my cock in you like I need water and food,” he says, his voice edged with a bit of a growl.

Those words are my breaking point, I guess. Or maybe it was because just after saying them, he found that spot on my neck that just turned me into a puddle of need because I can’t find the will to protest anymore. To fight something I want so bad.

“Ohh, there,” I whimper, and I know that he knows he’s broken my will, shattered my defenses.

Daddy shows no hesitation then, suckling, licking and kissing upon that spot, working it better than Jeremy ever did or could! All while those big, strong hands of his stroked my skin, squeezed my flesh and paid such reverence to me. I could feel how sincere my daddy’s desire was, it was something that resonated through his every action, unlike with Jeremy or other boys.

“You’re mine,” he growls out in between suckling kisses on my neck, wrapping his arms around me to squeeze me tight against his hard, muscular chest.

I’m putty.

His arms are all around my warm, sun-kissed skin, and he feels so good around me that my mind is going hazy and all that remains is his touch, his kiss on my skin. It feels amazing.

So amazing.

I’m breathing in as my hand goes to the back of his head, my manicured nails running through his hair as I coax him on.

It’s almost as if I can see daddy’s whole body swelling before me like a great beast awoke from its slumber, his lust rose in him from its long suppression. His back ripples with muscle, and he kisses my lips, my neck, on down my shoulder to my breast, my petite breast. And he pays it reverences like it was the finest, loveliest of its kind rather than a pale shadow of Samantha’s big rack.

“You’re such a gorgeous babe,” he growls at me, licking around my pink areola, teasing my nipple before suckling upon it, plucking at its sensitive nub.

I whimper at his words, at the way his teeth graze that sensitive bud to such hardness. I lick my lips, desperate for more of his touch, of the way he makes me feel so alive. As his fingers play along my skin, paying respect to each little part of me. Over the small birthmark on my hip, and circling it before going back up.

I still feel a little dreamy from the sun and the wine, and it relaxes me into the comfortable bed, into the comfort that his body is giving me.

Those big, hard hands of his grip my hips and he pulls me down the bed a few inches, repositioning me as if I were but a feathery doll. Daddy’s so strong and commanding, as always, and he positions me as he will, taking a moment to look over my body, soak it all in as I see his thick dick pulse with desire, bobbing before me.

“I’m gonna fuck your little pussy bareback, baby,” he says to me with a mix of tender love and gravelly need, his hand tracing down to tease against my puffy little wet labia.

“Oh,” I moan, and I feel like I’m floating in heaven, his touch exciting such a personal and private part of me. Making me feel so alive and loved.

His words don’t scare me at all. From any other guy, it’d sound like a threat, like something that I’d be terrified of, but with daddy, it was something else altogether. A promise, something to link us together for the rest of our lives, and I want that more than anything in the world. I want to feel him, with nothing to separate our bodies, nothing to hinder our desires.

Daddy parts my legs as he kisses down from my breast, peppering my taut tummy with his affections as he makes his way towards my cunny. He pauses, inhales deeply of my scent, and a shudder passes through him of excitement.

“Your cunt smells beyond delicious, sweetie,” he husks, right before bending down and kissing my pussy, then licking at my folds to get at my sensitive clit.

A jolt goes through me, and I cry out, my back arching and my body feeling so good. Every part of me feels so alive, and I bring my hands to the bed, wrapping my fingers into the comforter and holding on as he kisses me so sweetly. My world stops, and all that remains is him and I.

Having a boyfriend that’d go down on you was so rare, they were all so full of themselves. And the few that did, were never any good. But daddy… oh god, daddy licked and swirled his tongue about my clit, worked my little pussy so masterfully, I was lost in bliss. He is an Adonis to look at, and a god of sex it seems. He has me quivering and moaning as he works my little snatch, unrelenting in how he tongued my sensitive mound.

My entire body feels flush and warm as the scent of sex starts permeating the air. I’ve never been so wet before, I know that much, and I’m practically losing my mind as I take in these little breaths and exhale moans of pleasure.

I cry out louder, and one of my hands releases the bed, instead going to his shoulder, and I want to push him away but it feels so good I can’t bring myself to do it. I guess he gets the idea that he’s pushing me to the brink, because he wraps his muscled arms around my thighs, tugging me in closer and not allowing me to run from him.

With daddy’s face buried in my pussy, he eats me out with such intense devotion to the act. His tongue moving, lashing at my clit as he stays locked in place, working my body so masterfully, never fumbling or missing, keeping me rising up that peak towards my climax, leaving me only his rippling, strong back to watch as he devours my slick womanhood.

I’m crying out and I barely realize it, my entire body just vibrating with the intense pleasure as it strikes me again and again. I scream, my vocal cords taut as my body begins to jerk and spasm as that rising tide consumes me, and I’m lost to the sea of bliss.

It’s such a blur, I’m not even aware of when it ended, and daddy rose his face up from between my thighs. But when I see him, he’s licking the last of my honey from around his lips, looking at me with a hunger of his own that now demanded to be sated.

“It’s only right my little girl gets to cum her brains out for her first time. And besides… your pussy tastes so damn good, baby. The best I’ve ever tasted,” he says, hooking one leg up, pushing it back as he gets over me, his rock-hard abs stretching as he rests his big cock over my pussy and mound, rubbing its underside there and giving me a perfect view of how obscenely big he was compared to my little flower.

I stare at it, all sense of decency and morality lost, swept out with the tide. Now there’s just me and him, his body and mine. And I’ve never wanted something so bad as I want him, right now. I can smell his arousal in the air, along with the sweet scent of my body, and my nostrils flare.

I want him, and I want to remember this. To remember what he looks like, before he takes my virginity. Before he fucks me, raw.

My eyes move up over his fit body, over his broad shoulders, his strong jaw, and finally I find his eyes and I smile.

Daddy smiles right back at me, his handsome, rugged face looking so good when he gazes at me with all that love and adoration in his eyes. I get so lost in it, I nearly miss the show below, as he takes his big dick in hand and presses the purple tip to my petals. But I look, and I see those glistening labia blossom around his crown, and then… he sinks on in and takes away my innocence, claiming it for himself.

“Ohhh fuck baby doll,” he groans out so crassly, becoming a whole other man now that his lusts are unleashed upon me.

I’m expecting it to hurt, but I guess because he got my so wet, my body so relaxed, it’s more of a pinch than real pain. It still causes me to inhale sharply, or maybe that’s just the sight of his huge tool spreading my body for him. Taking me, the afternoon sun illuminating our bodies in its golden glow.

“Oh daddy,” I moan, and I can’t help it, feeling him fill me up so completely, bottoming out at my utmost depths as he holds me there beneath him. The whole of his glorious, male physique on display as he slowly begins to tug back, and my glistening cunny lips cling to his thick cock before he thrusts back in again.

“Oh fuck baby, your lil’ cunt… there’s nothing that feels so good,” he growls at me, forcing his head down to press his lips to mine again as he starts to set my body to shaking with his pumping hips and cock.

He’s huge, and I have to spread my legs wider, one of them still captured behind his shoulder as he pushes into me a few inches at a time, and then impales me fully once more. I can feel him throbbing within me, so much desire written on his face, in the way his cock responds to my body.

He pulls back again, and repeats the motion, delving in only a few inches before spearing me deep, getting me used to what a man feels like.

His deep, gruff moans fill the air along with my own girlish gasps and squeals, the two of us making love for the first time. It was magical… wrong, but oh so magical. And he forces his eyes open to look at me, rocking his body still as he picks up his pace, then leans in and kisses me again on the lips.

Our tempo builds, and I feel him bulging in me thicker, stretching my little cunny around his big daddy dick, and I feel so amazing.

“I’ve never been with a woman as fine as you, baby girl,” he husks as the slap of our flesh together grows, the wetness of my cunny adding that moist slap to the air. His corded muscle is rippling, and he’s grunting between moans. “I haven’t been with a woman in so long… I’m gonna fill you up so much, baby. You want daddy to do that?”

“Yes!” I scream before I can stop myself. Before morals or taboos or anything can occur in my mind. I just need him, and when he starts picking up speed, fucking me harder and faster, I drop my fingers between us to find that little bud that he’d been licking.

It was still vibrating with need, and I touch myself, sparks going through my entire body.

But daddy was having none of that! And he took my hand by the wrist, wrenched it away and pressed his big thumb in its place, circling my clit better than I even could.

“Cum on daddy’s cock sweetie. Cum right on it and I’ll reward you with a big, creamy load,” he says, grunting as his muscles twitch, and the sound of his heavy balls slapping against my ass stop as he nears his climax. He’s getting so close, I can feel it, holding back to wait for me as he works my body into a frenzy.

I’m so close to the brink already, and he’s daring me over. To just let go of all my inhibitions and worries, to trust that he knows what’s right for his little girl. My body arches as he touches me so expertly, his thumb gliding over my clit, making me sing out.

I’m not a virgin anymore, not his innocent little good girl. But I know he’s proud anyways, and as he rubs me in those circles, my face contorts, and he must be watching really carefully because he repeats the motion that nearly does me in. Again, then again, and all of a sudden, there are fireworks behind my eyes and I scream.

“Daddy! I’m cumming again!”

He releases such a relieved sigh, and the tension drains from his muscular body all at once.

“Me too baby,” he says, and he pounds into me, that big cock twitching and swelling, until he’s thrusting in deep with the tip of his cock spurting its thick, virile seed inside me. It’s so careless and crazy, but he’s doing it… to me, his little girl. Filling me up with all that cum as he grunts and groans wildly, like a beast out of control.

It’s so primal, so forbidden, but I don’t care. My mind is blank and holds room only for the intense pleasure that’s ripping through me, making my toes curl and my muscles tense and then release. I scream again as he thrusts into me too deep, holding me there as he makes me take his entire length, all of his cock as it throbs and pumps into me.

“Daddy!” I cry again, but I’m grinding against him like a wild minx, pinned beneath him. I have nowhere to go, but it feels so damn good.

“Sweetie!” he cries in return, as he bucks against me, spurting the last of his seed into the wave of honey that flowed from my cunny, coating his cock, his balls, the two of us a mess as we found our climaxes together. It seemed to last so long, until finally, daddy bends over me, huffing and puffing as the last few squirts of his rich seed fill me up.

Those big, handsome eyes of his open a crack, and he looks right at me. I worry for a second that now the regret will sink in, but he smiles at me, leans in and kisses me again, deeply, passionately. It lasts so long too until finally he breaks away.

“You make me feel like a young buck again, baby,” and he brings one hand up, to cup and stroke my cheek.

My eyes flutter shut, and my lips part as I take it all in. My dreamlike state remains, and I’m wrapped in his arms, the smell of our sex mingling with his cologne, the brief hint of my suntan oil. It’s like my own personal paradise, and I wrap my arms around him, wanting nothing more than to feel his hard, naked body against mine.

2

Oh, daddy laid with me a long while then. There’s more to tell, for sure. He wasn’t lying about my making him feel so young again because it wasn’t long before he was stiff as a board and fucking me on his bed a second time.

But that was all just the start, really.

I did what daddy suggested, I decided to give college a pass. At least for now. And stay with him, enjoy the beautiful sun and luxury of our home. I mean, it really was ours now. It felt like a whole new place, when I had the freedom to do what I want. Topless sunbathing wasn’t reserved for when daddy was away anymore, for instance.

But there’s so much more on my mind, like —

“What are you thinking about, baby?” came daddy’s deep husk as his arms went around me, those two hands of his coming up to cup my bare breasts as I stood in the sun in the back of our spacious yard, secluded and away from prying eyes. My breasts were already a little fuller from my pregnancy, and he enjoyed them for what they were, kneading them softly as his lips kissed up my shoulder, along my neck, only to nibble at my ear.

I giggle softly as I tilt my head, letting the golden hair fall away from my throat and give him access to it. I decided against the boob job, too. Surgery wasn’t safe for the baby, and really, getting pregnant was already making them larger.

He pinches the erect nipple and I moan, my body so tuned into his sexual desires, responding without any concern for properness. Maybe I like it, a bit. Well, a lot. I mean, he’s the one guy I shouldn’t ever have, but he’s also the one person I know would never leave me, never hurt me.

“Nothin’ much, daddy. You’re home from work early again,” I say with a soft giggle again, as he teases my nipple with a light tweak, before letting his hand stroke down over my belly, just the slightest sign of a baby bump forming.

“I just can’t stay away from you, sweetie,” he says, and it’s true too. He’s taken off from work entirely or at least early, every day since we consummated our love. “I just love you too damn much,” he says sincerely.

I smile, my eyes looking out over the warm sun, the sparkling pool, and feel his heat behind me. His cock throbs along my ass, and I wriggle against him a bit, teasingly. Wantonly.

“I missed you, daddy.”

He doesn’t even need to say the words for me to know the feeling’s mutual. The thick, throbbing shaft lodged betwixt my ass cheeks tells me all I need to know.

Afterword

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Zach couldn’t help but throb against her; that was nature and instinct acting of its own accord. Otherwise he was sweet and tender, stroking a hand over her back and along her shoulder. “I tried not to think about it back then,” he confessed, “but yeah, I think so.”

His lips kissed softly beneath her ear, “I just wanted more time with you... always. From the moment I first desired women, it was you I wanted to be around, sis.” They swayed and stepped back and forth upon the sand with their nuzzling and touches, “This time together was just a blessing... space to let me come to terms with how I felt for you.”

“I always noticed. I mean since getting here,” she whispered. “I just figured that couldn’t be helped. That it was just ‘cause you were a boy and I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she paused and swallowed, and her voice was so quiet it was barely audible over the birds and the waves that sang and crashed around them, “I didn’t want to hope.”

Zach stilled then, for her words confirmed something more precious and meaningful to him than he would’ve dared hope. He needed a moment to calm his blood, to let that sink in as he slowly moved along her cheek until their lips aligned.

He kissed her there for the first time, plush and full, no more skirting her mouth sheepishly. His tongue snaked out to lap at her gingerly as he squeezed her body in against his, those full breasts mashed against his hard pecs.

It was so much, their youthful bodies so warm and wanting as her arms encircled him. She tugged him nearer and her mouth worked against his so much more frantically. It wasn’t the thoughtful, careful motions of him. Instead it was passion unleashed, her hand working up along his neck and into his hair, feeling him out so eagerly.

It felt wrong to be doing this, Zach realized, but the rightness of it outweighed that. It was so much better to give in, to let his hands slide over her body, feel out her flesh and move down to palm a cheek and squeeze than it was to resist and be a good brother.

As her excitement grew, so did his, and he gave a low groan as he kissed her back passionately. He was barely even aware of it as his free hand stroked along her spine to find the clasp of her bra, undoing it in his lusty haze as his manhood swelled and pulsed so rapidly.

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