Taboo Greatest Hits, vol 2

by Zara, Cassandra

  I didn't know whether to come or cry, both needs were so pressing.

  "But why did that make it just once?"

  I blinked and felt the warm splash of tears against my cheek. "You told me everything was going to be okay, you held me—"

  His grip on my throat tightened when I said that and I realized my mistake. This was Uncle Kevin touching me, talking to me. It wasn't daddy. Daddy had taken me in his arms, dried my tears, pressed kisses to my forehead and told me he would take care of me. Assured me that I didn't need Laura or the jerk on my birth certificate because I had him and I would always have him. He had held me while I slowly cried myself to sleep and then he kept on holding me. I'd woken to the sight of sunlight falling gently across his face, his arm curled protectively around my shoulders and realized I wanted to wake up next to him every morning.

  I took a jagged breath in and Uncle Kevin released my throat. His hand stopped its delicious torment of my questing flesh, and then he folded me into his arms. "That's right, I held you." He kissed me, soft and lingering along the side of my mouth. "I held you and I told you everything was going to be okay, sweet girl."

  He sounded so convincing, so much like daddy that I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. I had the mortified thought that maybe I hadn't mistaken one twin for the other, maybe it really was daddy who had been holding and touching me all this time, only pretending not to be my daddy so he could do it.

  "Relax, Celeste. Daddy Kevin will take care of you."

  Daddy Kevin. My panic eased. He had been trying to bring me back into the fantasy when he said he had held me. I had a moment's disappointment that it wasn't daddy Mike, but my pussy was too wet and throbbing to let it consume me. I needed him to fuck me. "Take care of me, daddy," I whispered, leaning closer and rubbing my cheek against his. "I need you so bad right now."

  The eggs and milk completely forgotten, he lifted me off the counter and carried me into my bedroom. He shut my bedroom door with his foot before he placed me on the center of my bed. My robe was tangled around my arms and waist.

  As if I were some delicate, expensive doll, he proceeded to unwrap me. His mouth followed his hands. Freeing my arms from the robe's sleeves, he kissed them before his lips traced my collarbone and drew a straight line down to one aching nipple. More sucking and I heard the soft rustle of his tennis shorts hitting the carpet.

  I wanted to look, to catch my first glimpse of a real man's cock, erect and demanding, but he pushed me onto my back, one hand pinning me while he left a trail of love bites down my stomach. He unknotted the robe's sash and let it drop to the floor.

  My panties were next, his tongue and lips tracing their border along my mound. Their top band was nothing more than a thin string of colored elastic and he lowered it ever so slowly. When the split of my labia was at last exposed, he stopped to tongue the lips apart, licking up and down my clit, pausing each time he reached the hood to suck and pull at it before his tongue traveled back up.

  Up and down he went so many times, fast and slow, sucking and licking. Squirming against the mattress, I tried to capture and hold his head, to make him stay in one spot long enough that I could come and not go completely insane from his famished consumption of my soaking wet pussy.

  Evading my hands, he wouldn't let me have my way. More up and down, slow, slow sucking and then his hands slid under my bottom and his thumbs pushed their way beneath the lower band of my panties. Into me they went, roughly stretching my pussy at the same time they probed and retreated. So very rough, unrelenting, wider and deeper. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my clit and I began to vibrate against the mattress.

  "Daddy, yes! Yes, oh yes..." The upper half of my body levitated for an instant and then I slammed myself back against the bed—turning into a total spaz, I was coming so hard from the sweet assault of his mouth and hands.

  He surfed up my body, his hands and mouth everywhere and nowhere all at once. I felt a hard tug as he tore the panties off and then the head of his dick, so big it was at least three fingers wide, was butting up against my pussy.

  "Sweet girl...sweet, sweet, fucking, girl." He kissed my throat, sucked the flesh as his hands covered my breasts and squeezed. "So wet and hot. Are you ready for daddy's cock?"

  "Yes, daddy. I want it so bad my pussy hurts."

  He stilled and I looked at his face. He was biting his lower lip and I could tell, as big as he was, he didn't want to enter me too quickly or too hard. But I wanted him all big and hard like that, really was hurting because I'd been waiting so long and he'd made me feel so very, very good.

  I rose up a little so I could see him—see it. Big and shiny, the skin stretched tight by his arousal. Thick veins, one almost as wide as my pinkie, textured the surface, promising me additional pleasure. I reached down, smoothed my palm against my wet pussy for lubrication and then wrapped my hand around it. I gave a little squeeze and he groaned. Letting go, I scooted a little closer so that the thick head was once again at my gate.

  "Please, daddy. I can take it."

  He couldn't hold back after that. He unleashed another hot moan and then thrust, burying himself inside me with one fast, hard stroke. Moving back onto his knees, he dragged me with him, his hands locked around my hips. He was pumping deep, jerking me hard along his cock. Forward and back, totally in possession of me, of my pussy. So much pleasure that it made me a little crazy.

  "You're so tight, sweet girl."

  "You're so big, daddy."

  He forced his arms beneath me, wrapped me in a hug and lifted me up so that I was on him, our bodies chest to chest. "Ride me, baby. You've got me so fucking hot I'm afraid I might hurt you."

  It was anything but painful. I had sunk deep onto his shaft, the walls of my pussy stretched as wide as they would go. The position pulled the skin on my clit tight, the tension mind melting. My hips started to dive and roll around the pivot of his cock.

  My breath came in jagged bursts and I started to moan. "Daddy..."

  He buried his face against my neck, his strong hands wrapped around my hips. His fingers bit into the flesh of my bottom as he tried to slow my rocking.

  I grabbed his wrists, tried to ease his grip so I could bob harder on his thick cock. "Daddy, please come."

  He was holding back his climax, prolonging my pleasure until I was sure I would splinter into a million pieces. "Daddy come, please come. Aching for you..."

  "Let me fuck you harder," I whispered, my lips against his ear.

  He groaned, lifted me up the length of his shaft and slammed me back down. A cry, some incomprehensible snarl of pleasure, ripped from my throat and he did it again. "Daddy are you coming?"

  I was coming, my whole body trembling with it. His hands and hips froze and then I felt the jerk of his cock inside me as he climaxed. It jerked again and my whole body contracted around him, pussy hugging him tight as my nails dug into his back and I squeezed my thighs.

  Spent, his mouth found my breast again, latched onto the nipple as his hands began to massage the small of my back. Mindless, nothing more than nerve endings and a throbbing, wet pussy, I squirmed along his cock, rubbed any part of me against any part of him I could find without having to open my eyes. It felt so good, having him touch me, in me, still big and filling me. I wanted to keep my eyes closed forever.

  But I couldn't—no one can.

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  Daddy, please come. Daddy come, please come. Aching...Daddy are you coming...

  Those were the words that had carried down the hall to where daddy Mike had just entered the house. He'd heard them, misunderstood them, rushed to see if I was okay only to find me riding his brother's cock, calling Kevin "daddy" and begging him to come in me, to let me come because my pussy felt so good with him in it.

  Opening my eyes at last, I saw daddy Mike's stricken face at the same moment I felt Kevin tense against me.

  I jumped up, stumbled for my robe and hastily wrapped it around me, but Mike was already
out of the room. In the hallway, I caught a brief glimpse of him before he hit the swinging kitchen door with his fist and disappeared from sight. I ran down the hall, Kevin calling after me to hold back and calm down.

  I burst into the kitchen, tears already streaming down my face. His keys were in his hand. He was going to leave. Just like Frank and Laura. I reached for him but he jerked back. "Daddy, no...please, I'm so sorry, I can explain."

  Kevin, dressed in his shorts again and entering the room behind me, was no help. I heard his soft laugh, saw the twitch of rage along Mike's jaw line.

  "I thought you were hurt, Celeste." Mike shook his head as if he could dislodge the memory of what he'd just witnessed. "I thought I heard you calling me."

  "She was."

  Kevin was still behind me, close enough I could feel his body heat. I cinched the robe tighter around me, trying to hide my flushed, sweaty skin.

  "Tell him, Celeste," Kevin prodded. "You were calling for him."

  I shook my head, closed my eyes. Tears streamed down my cheeks, dripping from my chin to splash on my collarbone. Kevin pressed against my back, propelling me closer to daddy.

  "I'm so sorry," I whispered, eyes pressed tightly shut. "Please forgive me. I'll never do anything like that again."

  "God, that would be a fucking travesty." It was Kevin and I wanted to scream at him to shut up.

  I felt a rush of air past my face and opened my eyes. Daddy's arm was over my shoulder, his hand wrapped around Kevin's neck. The muscles in his upper arm bulged but he wasn't yet squeezing Kevin's throat. He wanted to—I could see the urge to throttle his twin stamped across his face.

  "Celeste, tell daddy Mike you were calling him."

  I shook my head, eyes wide, lips pressed into a thin line so I wouldn't speak and betray myself. I felt Kevin's hand push at the back of my head, forcing me to look down—down daddy Mike's torso to his clenched gut and the stark outline of his erect cock beneath his pants. I jerked my head up, tried to meet Mike's gaze but he wouldn't look at me.

  He hated me—had to. Even if he was hard, he still hated me. "Please don't be angry with me, daddy, please..."

  "I've never known something he liked that I didn't, Celeste." Kevin's voice, softer, almost comforting. "Same goes for what I like. He's only been forcing himself to be indifferent to you."

  "Daddy, is that true?"

  He still wouldn't look at me, just kept glaring at Kevin.

  "Punch me or let go of my throat," Kevin growled.

  Mike's muscles flexed and he started to shake his head slowly, left and right over and over like he was still deciding whether or not he should let his brother live. Kevin grabbed Mike's arm and pushed me against daddy at the same time. Mike's arms wrapped around me as I started to fall.

  He was shaking. I wasn't sure why. He still looked furious and his grip on me was tight, like he wanted to snap me in half. "I love you, daddy, don't hurt me."

  The air left him in a rush and he hugged me to him. "I wouldn't. Please don't think I ever could!"

  I tried to wrap my arms around his neck but he gently straight-armed me.

  "Stop denying what you want," Kevin softly prodded. "I can feel how it's been eating you up. Every time you say her name on the phone—"

  Mike raised a finger, warning Kevin to shut up. "You come into my house. You..." He gestured at Kevin's crotch. "With my..."

  His voice faltered. He couldn't say "daughter," not when he was all hard like that, his cock still straining against his dress slacks, his nipples hard points beneath his polo shirt.

  "Daddy." A whisper, needy, I wanted him to look at me, not Kevin. I wanted him to see it in my gaze that he was the one I'd been fantasizing about all these months. He was the one that I loved. "Daddy, please."

  "Celeste—" Almost a yell, he swallowed it back down. "Go to your room."

  "No!" I wrapped my arms around myself. He was still holding his keys, his fist wrapped so tightly around them I was surprised they hadn't cut him. "If I do, you'll leave me. I know it."

  He spun me around, grabbed the back collar of my robe and lifted until I had to stand on my tiptoes. Shoving Kevin out of the way, he marched me down the hall to my bedroom.

  "Go easy on her," Kevin warned.

  I was mad at him for goading daddy Mike, for being flip about the whole mess, but I could hear the protective tone in his voice and it made me forgive him a little bit. At least one of them didn't hate me or think I was a whore.

  Inside the bedroom, Daddy Mike stopped in front of my bathroom door. He twisted the knob, opened it and tried to propel me forward. I wrapped my hand around the doorframe, uncertain of his intent. He grabbed me by the waist and picked me up. Sitting me down on the toilet, he gave me a rough "stay" command and started the bath water.

  Good. He wasn't going to kill me, just clean me—or make me clean myself. And he was still so hard. Hope blossomed in my chest but I forced it down. If he saw it, he really would think I was a little slut.

  "Get in."

  I could hear Kevin pacing outside the bathroom door, ready to break it down if I so much as called his name. Nodding obediently at daddy Mike, I slipped out of my robe and sat down in the hot water.

  I reached for the sea sponge and body wash but he took them from me. Took them from me and then did nothing but glare at me. I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around my legs and rested my head on top of my knees, trying not to cry.

  I heard him dip the sponge into the water and then I felt it move across my back.

  "How long are you going to hate me?"

  He didn't answer. I kept my eyes closed. I started to shake as all the potential consequences of what I'd just done played through my mind. The worst of it was I might lose daddy Mike. What had I been thinking? That I could fuck Kevin and it would all turn out okay?

  "Shhh..."

  Daddy's attempt to calm me only made me shake harder. "Tell me it's okay," I pleaded with him.

  Silence. A little sob tore from me. His hand threaded through my hair, forcing my head back until I had to open my eyes. He brought the sponge to my hair, squeezed water over it and let the sponge fall into the tub. There was the squirt of shampoo and then he was massaging the soap through my hair, his gaze on my face.

  "It's not okay, Celeste."

  Gently tugging on my hair, he forced me to lean back against the tub. He fished the sponge out and ran it along my arms, across my collarbone. Slow circles with it down my chest had me trembling anew, this time with lust. The sponge pushed at my thighs and I parted them, felt the gloss of it over my labia, between them for a few quick dips.

  I had to fight to keep my hips down. I wanted to raise them, offer myself, let him know that maybe I was a slut, but I was his slut.

  I moaned, breaking the spell that had been slowly weaving its way around him. He let the sponge slide back into the water. Standing, he grabbed another of my robes, the big furry one he'd bought me last Christmas that made me look like a neon blue Muppet.

  Tickle Me Celeste he had joked.

  Mike wrapped the robe around me and opened the door to find Kevin still standing on the other side.

  "Out." A low growl made it clear Kevin had better comply if he wanted his legs left intact.

  Kevin is stubborn. They both are. Just like they are both kind, smart, protective, and sexy enough to eat. And now they were fighting over me—over what to do with me. I could see it in the looks they were exchanging.

  Mike guided me toward my bed and then turned, grabbed Kevin's arm and dragged him to the hallway.

  "Go easy on her, Mike. She loves you."

  Daddy shut the door, locked it and then stayed there, his forehead resting against the wood. After a few long seconds, he returned to the bed, kicked his shoes off and lay down next to me. The robe he had wrapped me in a minute before had opened a little at the neck and he pulled its lapels together before he rested a hand on my shoulder.

  I tried to slide closer but the hand at my shoulder held me
in place.

  "Daddy—"

  He closed his eyes at that and I wasn't sure whether I saw his anger returning. It was so hard to read him right then and it was killing me. For the longest time I'd known when he was happy, sad, annoyed with something or someone. Never before had it been me he was angry with!

  Maybe Kevin was completely wrong this time. Maybe Mike hadn't been forcing himself to be indifferent. Maybe I was the one thing they didn't like in common—at least not in the same way.

  I brought my hands up to my face, ready to cry. "You hate me and you're never going to be proud of me again."

  It was true, I knew it. His eyes would never again light up because of something I'd done.

  He wrapped his hands around mine, brought them to his mouth and ran his lips across the back of my fingers.

  "I love you, sweet girl."

  "Not the way I want you to." I looked up, saw something darken his gaze. Uncurling my fingers, I brushed the tips against his lips, along his jaw.

  "You're going to grow out of this, infatuation Celeste. You're still so young."

  "No." I shook my head emphatically. "Laura was pregnant with me when she was my age!"

  Another shadow passed over him, bringing with it a sad, wry smile. "And look how she turned out."

  A little angry at the suggestion I could ever be anything like my mother, I pushed at his shoulder. "I would never be cold to my child." I curled my hand around the back of his head, knotting my fingers in his hair. "I'd never be cold to you."

  He stretched one hand towards me, his fingers lightly dancing against the small area on my throat of exposed skin. I tilted my head back, revealing more of my flesh to him in offering.

  His hand slid between the robe's lapels, parting them as he reached up and gripped my shoulder. His other hand slid between the curve of my waist and the mattress, tugging me to him.

  Pushing me onto my back, daddy Mike drew in a shaky breath. Propped on one elbow, he was above me, his body not quite touching me except for the light brush of his fingertips along my arm and my waist. Slowly his mouth descended to cover mine.