Rough Daddy Dirty

by Dick Daughters

  “So should I go steal a car tonight or something?”

  Now mom looks downright frustrated.

  “That's a horrible thing to say and you know it! What if Jake had heard you?”

  He'd give me shit right back and it'd be five times worse; that's what he'd do if he heard me.

  “Look, I'm sorry, I just needed a bit of privacy. I promise I'll sleep in there tonight. Okay?”

  It's the best I can do to get her off my back.

  My mom blinks.

  “Alright. I'm trusting you to do the right thing.”

  Chapter 5

  I manage to avoid Rory for the rest of the morning after Mom leaves for work. Whenever he zigged I zagged and vice versa. I made breakfast and we all pretty much ate in shifts. It's summer so there isn't much to do, but I picked up a book in the living room while he ate and then I finished eating my breakfast when he and Jake crashed in front of the TV to play video games. But even being in the same open space as him feels awkward and oppressive. He, however, doesn't seem to be bothered by it at all.

  I'm happy when he throws down the controller and leaves the room. From the kitchen I hear the front door open and slam shut behind him. I breathe a sigh of relief and can finally let my guard down a little.

  After washing up a few dishes I step outside the house to grab the paper. It's a clear and sunny 75 degrees outside – man does it feel good to be out of that tiny cramped house if even for a minute. I look down and the paper is nowhere to be found. Hmm, that's odd.

  I shut the door behind me and when I turn I realize it's already on the mantle by the door. I shake my head and laugh a little at myself. How did I miss that? I must really be off my game.

  It's only 11am now – no point in hanging around here doing nothing all day when I could be out running a few errands for the household. I make my way back through the hall, towards my room. The room at the end of the hall is shut and dark because Dad is still asleep. My room, on the other hand, is wide open with the sunlight pouring in. I step inside and close the door behind me.

  The one nice thing about the new apartment is that the bathrooms are attached to the rooms, so it's like having a master suite, something I always dreamed of. I didn't dream of getting downgraded, and I sure as hell didn't dream of being forced into a room with my obnoxious step-brother’s best friend. So I try to focus on the small positives.

  Of course, in return, the closet is more cramped than normal. Go figure. Who the hell designed this place anyways? My stuff is crammed into one side of the tiny closet, trying to leave enough space for Rory on the other, his stuff are still in his box, I think . We're going to have to get a portable rack in here or something.

  I grab a pair of denim shorts and a babydoll tee and head to the bathroom. I'm in my own world the second I step into the bathroom, which is probably why I don't initially take notice to the fact that it's foggy and warm in there. And that's when I realize Rory is still here. Standing in the shower, naked and wet, with his cock in his fist.

  How the hell does this keep happening?

  I stand there in shock and he turns and looks at me, seemingly unfazed by the whole thing.

  “Don't you ever knock?” he says with a sheepish grin.

  I open my mouth to speak but I just can't stop staring at it. My cheeks burn red. “S-sorry,” I stutter as I turn and reach for the door knob.

  “No, stop,” he says and my whole body freezes. I can hear him climb out of the tub and walk up behind me. Shit, what is going on? I twist the door knob and pull the door open but Rory is right up behind me now. He towers over me and slams the door shut with his hand, holding it in place.

  My whole body tenses. “You know this is getting a bit unfair,” he speaks into my ear. His breath sends a chill down my spine. And my body is reacting in ways I can’t explain.

  “You've seen me naked twice now.”

  I gulp.

  “Not by choice.”

  “You sure? Because no one forced you to walk in on me in the shower?”

  I spin around to face him. “I thought you left!”

  “Right.”

  “I did! I heard you go outside.”

  “Whatever you say”

  He makes me so fucking furious.

  “I mean it!”

  “Here's the thing,” he continues, wrapping a finger around the strap of my tank top. “You've seen me naked twice and all I've seen is you completely covered. And I don't think that's particularly fair.”

  He eyes me with a sly smile. Is he saying what I think he's saying? I slap his hand away from my shoulder and he laughs.

  “Just take these off and we'll call it even.”

  “Take...what off?” I ask.

  “Your clothes. What do you think?”

  My face contorts. “You're sick, Rory. They should cart you off back to juvi.”

  His eyes go wide. “I'm sick? You're the one who got her socks off watching me stroke my cock.”

  “What?! No I didn't!”

  He leans in closer. “Katie I know you a hell of a lot better than you think I do.”

  I push him back. “You keep thinking that. I'm not going to take anything off for your perverted ass!”

  “Alright then,” he says, rubbing his chin ploddingly. “I guess I'll have to tell your mom about all the times you've invaded my privacy since the short time I've been home.”

  He wouldn't? Wait, this is Rory we're talking about – he totally would. And it's not like he's embarrassed about anything.

  “That's a jerkass move.”

  “And I am the king of the jerkasses, we've already established this.”

  I don't have much of a choice here, do I? My back is against the wall, quite literally and figuratively.

  “Don't make me do this,” I ask him, but I don't beg. He's the last person I'll ever beg for anything.

  “Oh, I am and I will. And I'm going to enjoy it.”

  I groan. Somehow, Rory managed to come back an even bigger asshole than before. Now he's blackmailing me? And making me strip for him? What the hell happened to him in juvi that turned him into such a perv?

  I try to rationalize it. Okay, so I have seen him naked a couple of times now, is the world really ending if I take off my top? What's worse – Mom knowing that I saw him jack off or him seeing me in my bra? Oh, what the fuck ever – I don't have time to sit here forever and argue with him in the bathroom while is butt naked cock out. He's just trying to humiliate me anyways and I won't let it get to me.

  “Do it now or I'll do it for you,” he says.

  “Ugh, shut up, Rory,” I say before grabbing the hem of my tank top and ripping it up over my head. I stand there right in front of him wearing nothing but my bra and pajama bottoms. “Are you happy now?”

  A smile creeps slowly over his face as his eyes trail down my body.

  “Not entirely.”

  “What? Why, I did what you said. Now move and let me go.”

  “Uh, I think not. Take your bra off too.”

  I instinctively cross my arms in front of my chest. “You didn't say that before,” I reply through gritted teeth.

  “You weren't listening. I said take your clothes off, not just your top. Your bra counts as clothing.” He holds his hand out to me, wiggling his fingers. “Give it here.”

  He makes me so angry and I show it, but he only seems to get a kick out of that. I furiously undo my bra, slipping it over my arms and throwing it at him.

  “There. Are you happy now?” I ask again. And he sure looks it, his eyes taking in my naked tits, my erect nipples giving way too much away. As I get naked for Rory I feel between my legs begin to moisten.

  He chuckles. “See what I mean, it's not that hard to figure out what you're thinking,” he says, bringing his hand up to my breast and giving my nipple a pinch. I slap his hand away, angry not just because of what he made me do but because, well, he's not entirely wrong. I am hot and ready for him. I do want him and I wouldn’t mind if he would ta
ke me right here and now with his bare massive cock. I bit my lip unconsciously.

  “You're not done yet. Keep going. Your clothes, all of them, off. Now,” he commands.

  I'm still pissed and I show it but I don't fight him. I pull down my pajama bottoms by the elastic waistband, my underwear going right along with it. I'm completely, utterly, stark naked now-- and so is he. And he doesn't even hide the fact that he's looking. His wandering eyes travel up and down my bare skin as he reaches for his cock again.

  “Seriously? Do you have a problem or something, that you can't keep your hand off of that thing?”

  “Why are you mad? It's a compliment. Personally, I had no idea you were so hot underneath all those frumpy clothes you always wear.”

  Frumpy? My clothes aren't – wait did he just call me hot? I look down and he's fisting his cock, his tip is glistening and pointed right at my stomach.

  “Keep that thing away from me.”

  “I think you're jealous.”

  Now I'm not exactly following him. “Jealous of what?”

  “Jealous of the fact that it's my hand wrapped around my dick and not yours.”

  “I,” I swallow hard, unable to find the perfect retort to that. He grabs my hand and, well, I don't exactly pull away from him. He wraps my fingers around the base of his cock and I feel him stiffen a little on touch. Damn, he feels good in my hand. So good but that I can't help but wrap my entire fist around him. His lips part, those beautiful sculpted abs of his tense. Am I the one who's doing this to him?

  I tighten my first around him and pull, slowly, stroking his entire length. He groans and moves closer to me.

  “Fuck, Katie,” he whispers, his hand on top of mine as I stroke him. His other hand curls around my neck and I look up at him just in time to see his face move towards mine. He pulls my face against his, our lips crashing together as I continue to jerk him off between us. His tongue slides into my mouth, pressing against mine, and I can't help but take it and suck on it's sweetness. Everything about this is wrong – completely and utterly wrong. So why does it make me feel so good?

  Chapter 6

  Rory’s hands slide through my hair, his lips moving down my jaw and my neck too. He sucks my skin right into his mouth and brushes his tongue against me. It's like every nerve in my body stands up on end, particularly the ones that tingle between my thighs. My mouth drops open and a whimper escapes from my throat.

  “We have to be quiet,” he says against the nape of my neck. “Your dad’s asleep next door and Jake is downstairs.”

  Shit. I completely forgot they were in the house! Not to mention dad was right on the other side of this wall. God, if he knew what was happening right now...

  Rory feels like a rock in my hand, his member spazzing in my grasp. I flick the tip of his cock with my finger and it's enough to send him off. His face contorts as he releases all over my own stomach as well as his.

  He slams me back against the door with his body pressed tightly against mine. I can feel every muscle in his body twitching and brushing against my skin and it feels amazing. His hand is on my breast and groping me while he kisses me.

  “Put your arms around my shoulders,” he whispers to me. At this point, I would probably sell him my freaking soul if he asks me to.

  With my arms locked tight around him, he hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his hips and pinning me between his body and the door. He feels so good between my thighs.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asks, my hands tangled in his soft wet locks.

  “Mmhm,” I mumble, my lip lost between my teeth. Oh God am I ready for every inch of him.

  He lowers me down slowly until I feel the tip of his cock against my entrance. I'm already wet, allowing him to push his head inside of me easily. I bite my lip harder at just the slight feeling of him invading my body – how am I going to handle taking all of him?

  He holds me against the door as I slide down his dick, inch by inch. Fuck. My chest heaves, my breasts pressed tight against his body. One thrust is all it takes for him to be completely inside me and then that’s it, no turning back, breaking all the rules, crossing all the lines.

  I arch into him and clasp my legs even tighter around him. He thrusts up into me again and again, his own beautiful face twisting and contorting with pleasure. He fills me, stretching me wide as my pussy grips his cock. I grind my hips against him and I don't want it to end. He fucks hard and rough, our bodies bumping up against the door hard enough to make it sound like someone is knocking on it repeatedly.

  “Too loud,” I say through ragged breaths, “he'll wake up.”

  He groans. “Fine.”

  He puts me down and pushes me up against the sink. It hurts a little when my hips slam up against the counter, but I kind of love the way he manhandles my body. He pushes me forward and I lean his palm against the mirror for balance. Within seconds he's inside of me again. Feeling him push into me sends sensations all over my body. His arm wraps tight around my waist, his other hand holding on to my breast, as he rolls his hips against me. I can see him, his perfectly chiseled face in the mirror, his mouth wide and breathing against my cheek.

  “I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard,” he says. It sounds like a threat, a threat that just makes me clench around him even more.

  He slams his hips into me hard. I yelp as I feel my body crash against the cold counter, right on the bone. It hurts, but the pleasure of what he does to my body is enough to overcome the pain.

  Those wicked, merciless hands of his start to move again-- one up my body, and one down. His fingers grip my neck, holding my body close to his own as his other hand disappears between my thighs. As if his dick inside me wasn't enough, now his fingers are too. He rubs my clit as he continues to fuck me and I wonder how he does all these things at the same time.

  I claw at the mirror, my body losing complete control.

  He pulls out of me and leans back against the opposite wall, his chest still heaving. And I'm still naked and bent over the sink where he left me, with a little bit of his release dripping down my thigh. For a moment I question if this is really real and if I honestly just fucked my step-brother’s best friend.

  The second I stand up straight his hand is around my arm. “Who said I was done with you?”

  More? I'm not sure if I can take any more of this. We shouldn't have even done it the first time. Or the second time. But he pulls me out of the bathroom, back into our bedroom, and there's little I can do to resist.

  He throws me down on the bed, there's a wicked gleam in his eye. “Lay down,” he instructs me.

  I hesitate, something fluttering nervously in my stomach. Finally I do as he says, stretching my body out the length of his comforter.

  He reaches for his bag behind the nightstand. Before he pulls it out he eyes me oddly. “Get on your stomach.”

  I don't think much of it, I just roll over, my cheek pressing flat against the bed and my backside exposed. He pulls something out of his bag but I don't catch what it is. He moves back to the bed behind me and out of my line of sight. The bed sinks beneath me when he plants his knees on either side of my hips. And then his hands are on my ass, cupping each of my cheeks in each of his palms. My lips part – I can't lie, it feels good to have him touch me there.

  And then with a snap he slaps my ass so hard I can hear it ring in my ears. I squeal, throwing a hand over my mouth instinctively.

  “Fuck, that hurt,” I say. “I mean, it stings like hell.”

  Rory chuckles. “I have always wanted to do that to you.”

  “Well don't do it again.”

  “Don't be a baby,” he says, running his fingers over my curve. “You can take it.”

  His hands run up over the small of my back and I feel his lips crash down between them, planting kisses at the base of my spine. He drags his tongue up over my skin; I can't help but shut my eyes and curve my back. This feels a hell of a lot better.

  “Are you ready for me again?”
he asks, something sinister in his voice.

  “Yes,” I pant. Whatever he's got, I'll take it.

  His hands are on my ass again – God damn, I had no idea how good it could feel to be touched there. I get wet all over again each time his hands are on me. And then I feel something wet drizzle between my cheeks.

  “What are you--” My words are cut off by his finger, which is circling my entrance. But it's the wrong entrance. My entire body contracts when I realize what he's about to do. “Rory, no!”

  “Relax,” he replies bluntly.

  “Rory, are you going to...put that...in there?!”

  “Calm the fuck down and trust me, okay?”

  I feel the tip of his finger breach me, pushing past my tight muscles. It slips in smoothly because of that gel he put on me, but it still feels awkward. He inches into me slowly, loosening me just slightly before he pulls his finger out and replaces it with his thick cock. I grab the comforter and wonder how he's going to fit all that girth in such a small hole.

  My breaths are ragged and shallow as I find myself caught between the mattress and the weight of Rory's body. It's a tight fit, and I feel stretched a little too far by the time he buries his entire length inside of me. His hips are pressed against my ass, his chin on my shoulder. He reaches out and grabs the side of the bed for leverage as he begins to rock inside of me. The pain starts to dull away and take the form of a twisted sort of pleasure.

  He fucks my ass until he comes deep inside me, his body going limp on top of mine, and I do the same beneath him. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, sucking the supple skin on the nape of my neck into his mouth.

  “You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that to you.”

  Wait, what? All this time, he has been lusting after me? He has to be joking.

  “And now you're just making things up, Rory.”

  “I wish I could say I was. You torture me, you know that? But the thought of seeing you again is what got me through that shitty place.”

  I tortured him? He rolls off of me and on to his side, and I turn my head to face him with bewilderment. Just a few inches separating us on the tiny twin bed. “Did you forget how much of an asshole you were for months before you got arrested?”