by Candy Quinn
Punishing the Brats - 18 Book Bundle
Candy Quinn
Saffron Daughter
Cheri Verset
Ophelia Stephens
Delaney Jane
Cecelia Lawrence
Contents
Copyright
1. His Brat’s Fertile First Time: Avril
2. Sinful Sibling Desires
3. Brobeck Pool Party
4. Educating the Brat
5. Forbidden Love
6. Being Brave for Daddy
7. Teaching the Brat
8. Bratty Troublemaker
9. The Brat’s Proposition
10. When Daddy Shared Me
11. Reunion with the Brat
12. Hunted by the Brat
13. Tongue Tied
14. …Only for the Night
15. Forbidden Angel
16. Fill Me Up!
17. Shared at the Beach
18. Taboo Passions: Sylvia & Zach (Complete)
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His Brat’s Fertile First Time: Avril
By Candy Quinn
“Listen,” Avril whispered to Samantha. “You can totally hear them fucking.”
Samantha made a face, but then, she’d always been more immature than her best friend, Avril. Even though they were both eighteen, Samantha still preferred watching Disney movies to pornos, a sentiment that Avril simply didn’t understand.
Avril was blonde, blue eyed, and had an incredible figure she never hesitated to show off. Even lounging around in her bedroom on a Sunday afternoon she was still in short shorts and a blue bikini top. Samantha looked much the same, but her sundress was practically a church outfit and her blonde hair was tied back into two braided pigtails.
“This is his fifth one, this week,” Avril whispered again, her head pressed to the wall that she and her dad shared.
“Isn’t it kind of messed up that you listen to your step-father like this?” asked Samantha from the other side of the room, flipping through a magazine.
Cyril had been her stepfather since Avril was a toddler, and her birth mother had died a couple years ago. Now he was bringing home a string of floozies but he wouldn’t settle on any of them for more than a couple of weeks at a time.
Avril just figured he was lonely, and since she was heading off to college in a month, it was getting worse every day.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The woman was panting louder, and the thin walls did little to keep the whole house from hearing, but Cyril was quiet. He knew Avril was home and he was trying to be respectful. Or, Avril thought, maybe he was just ashamed of his behaviour.
Samantha looked up from the glossy pages and tilted her head at Avril when she saw the expression on her friend’s face. She was worrying her lower lip between her teeth, and the way she was straddling the pillow and grinding against it was anything but subtle.
“Avril!” Samantha gasped, her lip curling in disgust.
Avril stopped humping the pillow for a moment and let out a soft sigh, her cheeks flushing with just a tinge of shame. “Maybe you should go,” she murmured, averting her eyes from her friend's.
“I will! God, call me when you’re over...whatever this is!" Samantha practically threw the magazine back on the table and stomped out the door. "He’s your fucking step-father, you perv!”
But as Samantha stormed down the stairs and slammed the door behind her, Avril didn’t stop. She reached for the vibrator in her nightstand and caressed it lovingly. It was stubby and purple, and of all the fancier ones she’d tried, this little guy was her favourite. It could bring her an earth shattering orgasm in twenty seconds or less, if she let it.
Her dad and the other woman had been at it for a good ten minutes, at least. Or, rather, that was when he’d closed the door. She’d only recently started hearing those tell tale sounds of pleasure, and as she turned the little knob on the toy, she skipped past the lower settings.
She wanted to cum, hard and fast. She spread her long, slender legs, unbuttoned her jean shorts, and stuck the vibrator between the cotton of her panties and the denim. She jolted at the sensation, biting back a gasp. She pulled the vibrator back for a second, letting her catch her breath before pushing it back right to her clit, letting out a loud, obvious moan.
She knew her dad could hear her, and that only made it better. It made her hornier, even. She ground her toned body, gyrating her hips and presenting her clit more and more to those pleasant, electric buzzes.
The moans in the other room softened, and Avril knew they’d heard her. That just made her go louder, her pants and cries and moans so genuine as she teased herself to the brink and held back, time and time again.
It was such a tease, hearing him fuck other women, over and over again and never having anyone of her own. She’d lost interest in all men when her mom died, and only her father had reignited her desire, her need, for sex.
When she finally let herself cum, it sent her body into convulsions, bursting freely after being denied the pleasure so many times, there was nothing but silence in the other room. A few moments later there was the quiet sound of her dad’s door closing, followed by the main entrance, and then they were all alone. Each of them in their separate rooms, coming to terms with what had just happened.
* * *
It was still hot out that evening, the sun gone down but the heat it left remaining stubbornly. When Avril came downstairs from her room she found her father dressed for what looked to be another date.
He was a handsome man, with a rock hard body, broad shoulders, a well-trimmed beard with stylish hair, and all upon a tall, masculine frame. His skin was a light sandy colour, enhanced by so much time in the sun while sporting.
Standing there in his black European cut pants and blazer, he looked good. Easily ready to steal the heart of whatever woman he was about to go out with.
Avril couldn't help but feel her own pang for him, his hair long and wavy, so thick and lustrous, his beard so soft and well-groomed. The clothes less than expensive than they looked, but tailor fit to his form. He looked like a distinguished business man, off on some million dollar deal yet she hardly re
gretted that she was still waltzing around in her blue bikini top and the jean shorts that did so little to hide her ass. She couldn’t help that she was absolutely shameless.
“Don’t tell me you’re going out again,” Avril pouted, her arms folded beneath her generous chest.
She wasn’t sure what was intentionally luring about her actions anymore, and what was pure accident. But the way her arms pressed beneath her bust, pushing those ample mounds up higher, drew her father’s eyes immediately as he turned towards her.
It was one of those moments she caught him staring blatantly at her, the male lust in his gaze unmistakable, even though he’d never before hinted at feeling it another way.
“What’s the matter?” he said in his gravelly voice, so rough and masculine. “You don’t want me to go out?” he raised a singular brow, his strong-jawed face staring at her questioningly, the way he looked at her made it so hard to tell him anything but the raw truth. It made it so difficult to lie to her father about anything all those years together.
Especially after they became the only two people in their house. It wasn’t a tiny place, but at the same time, it seemed impossible to not trip over each other on their way from one room to the next.
And though she should have instinctually become more modest as he saw his gaze drop, even without the lust igniting it, she relented. Her fingers tapped against her rib cage as she pressed them up higher, the metallic sheen of the bikini reflecting the low light in the kitchen.
“I’m bored when you’re gone,” she sighed, though it was a shitty lie. She always went over to a girlfriend’s house, or had someone over. A girl like Avril was rarely alone long, though she’d not had a boyfriend since her mom passed.
Her father stepped in close to her, reaching out with one of his large, strong hands to clasp her bicep. It was a reassuring hold he’d done a thousand times before, but with her arms pressed to her breasts so fully, she felt a brief brush of his thumb against her bikini top as he rubbed her soothingly.
“Gonna miss your old man, are you?” he asked in that husky voice of his, looking down at her--rather, down at the pillowy mounds of ripe tits that presented themselves so beautifully.
He was so close she could smell him. Not his cologne, he didn’t wear any. He was a clean man, but he had a certain scent to him, masculine and reassuring. The scent of a father, of a rugged outdoorsman. Of a virile man.
And though she was tall, he was taller still, and she had to tilt her head back a bit to look at him.
This was the man who had quite obviously heard her masturbating to his tryst, and they both knew it. His closeness took on new significance and her nipples hardened beneath the slinky material.
“You’re always gone now,” Avril pouted.
Her father stared down at her, his handsome face frozen in silence for a while as he took her in. His ripe young baby girl, so sweet and yet so sultry, whether she was trying to be or not.
His piercing gaze took note of those twin peaks of her nipples, prominent as they were through the thin fabric of her bikini. The knowledge made her heart race. It was so very wrong, but she couldn't help her desires for him.
“Maybe I just need to get away,” he said lowly, wetting his full lips anxiously as he squeezed her arm a little firmer, those long, strong fingers so powerful. “Being around… here, drives me a crazy,” he said, though she didn't miss how close he had come to saying "around you." Did he feel the same way about her as she did about him? Was he resisting because it was just soo wrong?
Her blonde hair tickled her shoulders as she watched him. It was only a few seconds but it felt like hours as she rose up on her bare feet, leaning in towards him. She was just a hair away from his body, her breasts nearly brushing his chest, her lips so near to his mouth. “Then why do you bring so many women back here?”
Her father lifted his other arm, and it was about her waist, pulling her in against him so that her soft, supple teen body was pressed to his hard physique.
The intensity in his eyes was almost startling, the way he stared into her with love and lust. His words almost growling as he leaned in, just a hairs breadth away from kissing her lips as he spoke. “Because I want so badly for it to be you in my bed I’m about to lose my mind, Avril.”
She didn’t wait for him to make the move. She always hated those movies where the guy always had to take the lead. She couldn’t take it anymore, this closeness, this denial of his body, and in an instant her mouth touched his. It was tender at first, a bit shy, but quickly it turned.
Her father’s powerful hands grasped her at her round ass cheeks, squeezing her tightly as the other moved to cup her breast. His hard body pinned her up against the bar that separated the kitchen and living room, and her long legs wrapped around him eagerly.
He had her pressed there, caught and trapped between a rock and a hard place as he rubbed the swelling of his own manhood against his daughter. A low growl rumbled from deep within his chest as he ground himself against her with such a hungry, insatiable lust so long repressed.
She had no idea how to tell him that she’d never gone all the way before. She’d always been called a tease by her boyfriends, never going far enough for their liking.
And as her daddy held her, pinned her to the wall, grinded his cock against her, it seemed not even his parade of women had been able to curb his own incestuous lusts.
He kissed his way from her pouty lips to her neck, where he nibbled and licked her sensitive flesh, making her squirm as he slid one hand down from her ass cheek to her thigh, lifting it up to his waist.
“Dammit sweetie,” he cursed in his gravelly voice beneath her ear. “I need you so bad… none of those other women are doin’ it for me. None of ‘em can take my mind off of you for so much as a moment,” he confessed.
She was so horny. She understood him, because even her vibrator couldn’t calm her own body. No matter how many orgasms she had, nothing could compare to the feel of his flesh touching hers like it did now. The way his hard hands grabbed her toned ass, the way his masculine scent filled her mind.
She needed him, bad. More than anything, and her hips rocked against his.
They were still clothed, but their bodies moved as if they were already inside each other. The two of them grinded and rocked in unison, taking such joy in each other’s forms. Her soft, nubile body against his hard, mature form. Her pristine, petite frame against his towering, strong one.
He gave a low groan of desire as he let his left hand squeeze and grope her supple breast, his thumb pushed down into the swell of her cleavage above as he lifted her up against him, away from the wall.
That hungry mouth of his made its way up to her ear, suckling her earlobe. “When I heard you cum today… I nearly stormed into your room right then,” he growled out.
“You should have,” she practically whined back, rewarding him with another hard thrust of her hips. “You never should have fucked someone else.”
The low, prolonged groan he gave betrayed the depths of his desire, and he clutched onto her nubile body so tightly as he carried her over to the plump couch in the living room. He lowered her down atop it, his body over hers as he reached one arm around beneath her to untie her bikini top.
“God, I tried so hard to imagine I was balls deep in you, baby,” he grunted out as she slid her hands in under his blazer, sliding it off his broad, strong shoulders. “But it just couldn't be the same, I knew it.”
What they were doing was so wrong and they both knew it, but neither would admit it. Not now, when what they both wanted was so close to happening. But still, as her bikini top was lifted off her head and her full, gorgeous breasts were revealed to her father’s eyes, she felt that sense of taboo ripple up her spine.
More than that, though, she was worried if he’d approve of her tender, young body, her barely legal flesh.
When he plunged his hungry mouth down around a nipple, and suckled that pink, pristine areola, her doubts were erased.
He suckled upon her tit, squeezed and stroked its smooth, soft flesh. He was ravenous for her, and began to undo his shirt, showing his hard, muscular chest beneath, those pecs and abs so stony and rigid, peppered with just a light sprinkling of dark body hair.
Plucking his lips from her nipple, he left it glistening with his saliva, so stiff. “Fuck, sweetie,” he cursed, looking down at her with such desire, “you’re too fucking hot. I can’t take it.”
She squirmed beneath him, and she couldn’t believe she’d be so brazen, but her fingers went to the button on his pants, eagerly poking it through the hole. She didn’t bother with the zipper, not yet, but she was so needy for him. Her fingers then worked her own button through its hole on her jeans, unzipping the barely there zipper.
“Daddy,” she whispered, shimmying up on the couch to pull down the shorts, leaving her only in the white, pristine cotton of her panties. Her blue eyes looked up at him with such longing, and she bit in her lower lip.
She couldn’t tell him she was a virgin. It was better he didn’t know, wasn’t it?
As he pulled off her shorts entirely, he looked down at her, admiring the way her panties cupped her cunny, outlining her slit so prominently. “Fuck baby,” he cursed, his chest bare as he discarded the unneeded garments. “You’re too gorgeous for this world,” he said moments before lowering his own pants, showing off the bulge of his prominent cock, so thick and large that he had to work to tug his boxer shorts down and let that meaty length pop free. The long, throbbing girth was ribbed with prominent veins, so much bigger than the boyfriend’s she’d teased in the past.
It truly startled her, and her pink-lipglossed mouth parted. She swore she was salivating at the thought of sucking him off, of tasting him. But she didn’t want to just tease him. She wanted more.
She wanted him to fuck her like he fucked that woman earlier.
“Daddy, I want to do it in your room,” she pleaded, licking her mouth eagerly. “Where you fucked her. I wanna lose my innocence to you!”
