Punishing the Brats - Taboo 18 Book Bundle: Man of the House, Brat & Fertile First Time Stories

by Candy Quinn

  “I’m sorry,” he utters, still standing in the middle of my room, with a huge bulge between his legs. “Oh my god, Abby. I’m so sorry!”

  “It’s okay,” I reply with a hoarse voice. It’s okay?

  Is that the only thing I can come up with?

  He looks at me, utterly ashamed and confused. Neither of us knows anything else to say.

  So, he opts for the only possible move and hurries to get out of the room, squeezing himself through the door next to me, careful to avoid any body contact.

  He closes the door behind himself and I am left alone in my room.

  I stare at the closed door for a few moments, before I turn around, directing my attention towards the desk chair that he was just sitting in.

  Damn, what was that? Could it be that I am not the only one with a filthy mind and taboo thoughts running through her head? Is he fantasizing about me while he jerks himself off? Does he do this on a regular basis?

  And why did he do it today? Now? Sure, I did not announce my arrival for another hour, but – as one could see – there was no way to rely on that. Did he want me to catch him? He must have calculated that risk to some degree, right?

  I need to know. I need to know what is going through his head. And if it might work in my favor.

  After all, if he wants the same things as I do – would it really be so bad to go for it? To make him my first. The man I have had a crush on for years and the man who was rubbing his gorgeous big cock in my room, thinking god knows what.

  My heart is racing with excitement as I start to figure out a plan on how to achieve my goal. This weekend, if possible.

  * * *

  I remain in my room for a substantial time after the incident to avoid seeing him alone. Sure, I will need him for myself, but not right after I have embarrassed him like that – and shortly before my mother and all the guests for the reunion arrive.

  My plan is something different.

  I wait until I hear voices and come running down the stairs, freshened up and wearing a new dress that may be a bit too light for early autumn, but looks really good on me, emphasizing my slim figure just in the right way while still looking innocent and girly.

  My mother and two of my aunts and their families arrive together and greet me enthusiastically, complimenting me on my dress – as was to be expected – and asking me the usual questions about college. I chat with them, joke around, being the perfect daughter. Happy, innocent and diligent – no one would suspect the thoughts that I carry in my head, securely concealed.

  My stepdad is nowhere to be seen until we move over to the living room, where he tries to act busy by cleaning areas that do not appear as if they need any extra attention.

  He greets everybody and engages in similar small talk as I have done before. And he completely ignores me.

  I glance over to him as often as possible, trying to catch his eyes, but he does not give me a single chance. It is so obvious that my presence makes him nervous, I am almost surprised that no one else notices it.

  The rest of the invited relatives show up shortly after and we get ready for dinner. As usual, I end up in the kitchen with my mother and her sisters to prepare the food, while the men and children or off to either play or prepare the dining room. What a nice, classy family we are.

  I know my moment will come, but not tonight. All I can do tonight is try to catch his attention. To make eyes at him and let him know that I am still thinking of his naughty act, that is still on my mind and I could tell his secret any time.

  I make sure to sit opposite of him during dinner, but he still manages to completely ignore me. He is suspiciously interested in what my Aunt Margaret has to tell him about her new garden and the plants she has been harvesting.

  I have to address him directly and wait for the perfect moment. As mundane as it is, all I can come up with is asking him to pass something that is out of my reach. Unfortunately, all that comes into question are brussel sprouts, which I hate. I keep looking around for something else, but there is absolutely nothing that is close enough to justify asking him for it.

  Aunt Margaret finally takes a break from talking and I take my chance.

  “Daddy,” I sigh, my voice as sweet as possible. “Could you pass me the sprouts, please?”

  He glances at me, confused and scared, while his hands slowly reach for the bowl next to him.

  “Sprouts?” My mother interjects. “Since when do you eat sprouts, Abby?”

  I shrug and wink at George, as he passes the bowl over to me.

  “Seems like I have gotten a taste for it,” I say. “Always good to try something new – even when it seems so… wrong at first.”

  I make sure to keep eye contact the entire time as I speak to observe his reactions. His eyes are flickering, and if I am not mistaken, he even flinches at the word ‘wrong’, trying everything to keep his cool.

  I even dare to add a subtle wink at him, before aunt Margaret decides it is time for her to start talking again.

  “Oh dear, there’s nothing wrong with eating brussel sprouts,” she says. “They’re so healthy and good for you!”

  “I know,” I reply, still looking at George. “But it took me some courage to give them a chance. A lot of good things take courage, don’t they?”

  While I directed my question at my agitated stepdad, it is aunt Margaret who solemnly nods and agrees with me. “Definitely, dear.”

  He finally stops ignoring me after that little incident. I catch his eyes on me more than once during the rest of the dinner and he talks to me just as we usually would. While our little conversations are no different to before – the looks we exchange certainly are. I know he is trying to figure out what my little hint during dinner was supposed to mean. I know that he wants me – and I now have him at a point where he might actually be considering it, because he has every reason to believe, that the feelings he has are mutual.

  And they are. They really are. The way he looks at me now makes me shiver and tremble with excitement. I feel as if he is undressing me with his eyes, eager to get a look at that body he has been fantasizing about while jerking off in his little princess’s room.

  God, I hope I am right.

  * * *

  People start splitting up in groups after dinner is finished. Part of the family goes for a walk – I don’t join after I find out that George is staying in as well.

  We are not alone in the house, but I am sure that I will be able to catch a secret moment with him by myself. And, as it turns out, I should be right about that.

  The few people who did not join the walk are now lounging in the living room. I am chatting with one of my younger cousins, when I see George leave the room and head upstairs, probably to use the bathroom on the second floor.

  I excuse myself and follow him, unnoticed by anyone else. Just a few moments, that is all I need. And he is all by himself on the second floor.

  He is in the bathroom, just as I suspected. My heart races as I position myself to wait for him outside in the hallway, thinking of what I should say or do to him.

  I don’t have time to come up with a more elaborate plan, though, because he steps out of the bathroom a lot sooner than expected. He freezes when he sees me standing in front of him. It is so enticing, to see this tall, strong and handsome man looking at me as if I could pose any danger to him. I feel so powerful, so in control. His blue eyes are flickering, nervously moving back and forth between me and the empty hallway behind me.

  “Look,” he starts, but I shake my head and put my index finger up to my lips to hush him.

  “It’s okay, daddy,” I whisper. “I won’t tell anybody – if you tell me what it was I witnessed earlier.”

  He gulps and his eyes widen in shock. He is visibly in distress, because I directly mention the incident he has been trying to forget since it happened.

  “So?” I press, now winking at him. “What was it I saw there?”

  He clears his throat. “You know what you
saw, Abby. I am really sorry you had to see that. Let’s not mention it again, shall we?”

  “Oh, no, daddy,” I say, shaking my head as I approach him. “I cannot forget what I saw. You. In my room. On my chair. Playing with your beautiful cock. How could I ever forget that?”

  I can almost hear his heartbeat now that I am standing close to him. He doesn’t shy away, but fixates me with his eyes, looking confused and suspicious.

  He might think that I am trying to trick him. Of course he would think that. I need to get him to trust me. There is a reason why I called his cock “beautiful”. I could have left that word out – but I didn’t. He needs to hear it.

  “Abby, what…,” he utters as I close in on him, slowly running my hands across his toned chest. Even through his thick, fancy shirt I can feel the muscles. He is buff and trained.

  I move along to his side, gently grabbing each of his wrists and pulling them towards me, guiding the way.

  “Where you thinking of me?” I ask, looking up at him with longing eyes. “Is that why you were doing that in my room? Is this what you want?”

  His breathing accelerates as I put his hands on my body, placing them on my hips. I move closer to him and reach back to lead his hands towards my ass. He is completely passive, his hands do not move by themselves and just stares at me with disbelief – and growing lust. The tension is almost unbearable. I feel drawn to him, and I can feel how much he is holding back, how much effort it costs him to not grab me and take me. He wants it, I can see it – and feel it.

  I raise myself on my tiptoes and stretch to be as tall as possible and reach his lips for a kiss. He is so much taller than me that it won’t work if he doesn’t lean down a little.

  “Abby,” he breathes. “This is… wrong. We can’t…”

  “Yes, we can,” I whisper. “And we must. I want you, daddy. Kiss me.”

  Finally, I can feel a reaction from him. He grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes them. Gently at first, but the little moan I let out when he does it, drives him over the edge.

  He grabs my ass with brute force and pulls me closer, pressing me against his big body while he leans down to kiss me. Our lips meet and before I know it, his tongue is exploring my mouth, greedily twirling around mine.

  We moan and kiss, with the tension between us finally taking over. His hands knead my ass cheeks above the thin fabric of my dress. I know he wants to pull it up and I edge him on by squeezing myself against him, squirming beneath his hot grip and begging for more.

  The most satisfying of it all is the hard bulge that I can feel pushing against my belly. He is rock hard and desperately rubbing his pelvis against me.

  And then we hear steps behind us.

  He pushes me away just as suddenly as he has pulled me in. We both stare at each other for a moment, breathing heavily. His cheeks are blushed, and I bet so are mine. They are burning hot, just as my entire body.

  I turn around, just to see one of my uncles turn around the corner. He smiles at us, obviously not suspecting a thing.

  “Oh, are you standing in line?” He asks, nodding towards the bathroom door behind George.

  “Actually,” my stepdad exclaims. “I was just about to go in. Sorry.”

  And with that, he turns around, moving awkwardly close to the wall to hide his conspicuous erection and enters the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind himself.

  I smile at my uncle and shrug. “Guess you’ll have to wait a few moments.”

  He chuckles. “Ah, I have all the time in the world.”

  I cast him a quick smile as I make my way downstairs. My cheeks are still glowing with excitement.

  It’s going to happen, I am sure of it.

  We just need to be alone for longer than a few moments before I go back to college.

  * * *

  The perfect window of opportunity appears the next morning. The entire family plans to visit a market right after breakfast. Everybody but my stepdad, who has always hated markets like these and has often excused himself when it was time to visit them.

  When I find out that he is not going this time as well, I instantly decide to fall sick after breakfast. I claim that I did not have a good night’s sleep and could not stomach breakfast well. And it works perfectly fine, though I have to endure a few worried questions by my mother and my aunts.

  I can hardly wait until they finally leave. I shut myself away in my room, hugging the sheets in my bed, because I am oh so sick. Unbeknownst to anyone, I am hardly wearing anything, just sporting my tiny little night gown. A cute negligé in innocent white that leaves little to the imagination and matching panties. That is all.

  He knows that I am staying home as well and when the door of the house closes and I can hear the cars driving away, I almost expect him to show up at my door.

  But he doesn’t.

  I wait for a few minutes to make sure that everybody is gone and listen for him. But nothing. The house is completely silent and for a moment I am beginning to fear that he might have changed his mind and went with them after all.

  Until I hear steps. His steps. He is coming up the stairs, slowly, like an approaching threat.

  My heart races as he closes in on my door. I am panting excitedly, holding on to my sheets and staring at the closed door behind which I can hear him walking.

  I expect him to stop in front of it and knock. But instead his steps start to move further away as he continues to walk down the hall.

  What the hell. Do I really have to do everything here?

  I jump out of my bed and quickly fix my hair and my negligé before I open the door and take a peek outside.

  “Daddy!” I yell as I see him down the hall, with his back to me.

  He stops and slowly turns around. His eyes widen when he sees me in my naughty get up. I am leaning against the doorframe, flaunting my barely covered body and casting him a shy smile.

  “Could you come here for a second?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes.

  “Abby…,” he utters, staring at me with the same expression he showed yesterday.

  But then his face changes. His eyes narrow and he looks at me with a stern, unyielding grimace, as if he is about to punish me. I hope he will.

  “You don’t know what you’re doing,” he hisses.

  I narrow my eyes in a similar way, trying to look seductive. “Oh, daddy. I know perfectly well what I am doing. And I know what I want.”

  He starts approaching me, fixating me with that stern, irresistible look.

  “This is wrong,” he whispers. “We cannot do this.”

  “You know what else is wrong?” I ask. “Jerking off in your little princess’s bedroom. You wouldn’t want me to tell anybody about that now, would you?”

  He frowns at me. “What are you trying to say?”

  “I know what I want, daddy,” I say. “And if you don’t give it to me, I might want to share your little secret.”

  His eyes flicker as he closes in on me. “You wouldn’t do that.”

  He stops, now standing in front of me within arm’s reach.

  I look up at him defiantly. “Yes, I would.”

  “You fucking little brat,” he hisses before he leaps forward, grabbing me and pulling me close.

  I gasp in surprise as he grabs me with unexpected force. This time, I don’t have to lead his hands to where I want them. He grabs my ass, lifting me up on my tiptoes as he pulls me in for a greedy kiss.

  I moan as he starts kneading my ass cheeks while his tongue invades my mouth with even more force than it did yesterday. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his broad waist as he carries me inside my room.

  “God, I have wanted your tight little body for too long,” he hisses as our kiss ends. He is still carrying me as if I weigh nothing.

  I cast him a naughty smile. “Take it then, daddy. I want you to!”

  He groans and throws me on the bed. I am landing on my back, instantly spreading my legs for him as he scans my body while he unbuttons
his pants.

  “You might regret this," he warns, while his pants are already down to his ankles and he starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Once I start, there's no going back, no room for mercy."

  I seductively open my mouth and lick along my lower lip. My hand wanders down between my legs and subtly lifts the negligé to present my panties underneath. An obsolete gesture, as the negligé is pretty much see-through anyways, but he gets the hint.

  “I am ready, daddy,” I breathe. “Please, I want you to be my first.”

  Again, his eyes widen in surprise, before he narrows them again, obviously intrigued

  “Your first?” He asks. “You are a virgin?”

  I nod, adding a naughty smile. “Don’t let that stop you – I want you, daddy! I couldn’t think of anyone better.”

  I drape along the inside of my upper thigh, getting dangerously close to my center, before I move my hand back down again. It is driving him mad, I can tell.

  His eyes are on me, observing my gesture and scanning my almost naked body.

  "Your first huh," he whispers in an undertone of evil. "This is going to be fun."

  He slowly gets rid of his shirt as well, now wearing nothing but his boxer briefs – sporting an impressive bulge. His body screams masculinity. He is so broad, buff and hairy, it is beyond sexy. I want to touch his well defined chest so badly.

  I moan as my craving for him grows almost unbearable. What is he waiting for?

  Me, apparently.

  “Come here,” he orders. “On all fours, facing me.”

  I do as I am told and position myself on all fours in front of him, placing my hands at the edge of the bed. He steps closer and pulls down his boxer briefs. His enormous erection springs free and bumps against the tip of my nose, which causes me to giggle with excitement.

  He reaches down and grabs my hair at the back of my head, pulling on it, so that my head is forced back into my neck.

  “You think this is funny?” He hisses. “You little slut are craving your stepdaddy’s cock to take your innocence and then you giggle when it is presented to you?”