by Rose Temper
Back in her room now, she closed the door and let the towel fall off onto the floor then jumped into the bed, grinning madly. She put her hand down into her panties and felt his come there coating the lips of her pussy. It was hard to tell what was his come and what was hers because her cunt was slick with wetness now. This was the closest she’d ever been to having a guy come inside her and the feeling was amazing, especially knowing it was Brad’s come. She slipped her fingers deep inside herself, pushing his seed into her, not caring now if she got pregnant from it. Then she brought her fingers from her pussy up to look at them in the light. They glistened from the mixture of juices and she plunged them into her mouth, sucking on them, pretending it was Brad’s cock penetrating her face, licking them clean, moaning as she fantasized how she would pleasure him.
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A soft knock came at the door and she quickly took her fingers from her mouth and sat up. “Yeah?”
“I’m ready for that massage,” Brad said from the other side of the door. “I mean if you’re not busy. It’s cool if you are, I can come back later.”
“No, that’s fine just give me a second.” She darted out of the bed for her closet and threw on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and looked at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were hard and you could easily see them through the thin white material. The baggy shorts she had on weren’t all that sexy. Fuck it. She pulled them off and looked at herself again. The t-shirt was just long enough to cover her ass and of course she left the panties on with his come inside. He was here now and he must know that she knew he came in them and she wanted him to see that she was wearing them, letting his sperm touch her bare pussy. She pulled the back of the shirt up so that it rested on her tight ass, then took a deep breath. Calm down. Her stomach had that feeling of butterflies like the first time she’d ever been with a guy.
When she opened the door and smiled at him he gave her a forced smile and his eyes went straight to her tits then quickly down to the ground. This was too easy. His normally confident demeanor seamed to have abandoned him now and it emboldened her.
“Hey, come in.” She turned and walked towards the bed, letting her hips moved slowly from side to side giving him a full view of her ass in her black underwear. “Lay down. And take your shirt off too.”
Brad followed her in and she was sure he was hard because he put his arm unnaturally in front of his crotch when he passed her.
“Should I lay on my back or my stomach?”
“Lay on your stomach first.” She pulled the covers back on her bed for him.
He took his shirt off then laid down on his stomach, completely still, like an animal being stalked. In a way he was. She smiled, feeling more easy since he was just as nervous as she was.
She climbed up on the bed and straddled him, sitting straight down on his firm ass, feeling it press up against her pussy, pushing his come into her lips.
The muscles in his back rippled as he moved his arms up above his head. He inhaled deeply and his rib cage expanded then he let it out slowly, audibly sighing.
She put her hands down onto his strong back. The heat coming off his skin felt nice against her palms as she leaned her weight into him, rubbing his tight muscles. “How’s that? Too much pressure?”
“Mmm. No, that’s perfect. You can even go harder if you want.”
“Okay.” She put all of her weight onto her hands and at the same time she was rubbing him, her pussy was grinding into his ass. Surely he could feel that. She could probably make herself come just from that if she wanted to. “You’re not dating anyone?” she said.
He paused for a moment then answered. “No, not really. You?”
“No. There were a couple guys last semester but nothing serious. I’m okay being single for a while.”
“Yeah.” The pressure was building up stronger in her pussy now and she pushed it hard into his ass while she did her best to concentrate on rubbing his back. Her panties were probably soaked through by now. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep this up.
“Would you mind doing my pecs he said? I hit them pretty hard at the gym yesterday.”
“Ok.” She leaned forward and put her hands down on the bed, one on each side of his body, and lifted her hips up off his butt so he could flip over. When he got turned, her face was about six inches from his chest and his sweet scent filled her nose. She looked up at him and he was looking down at her. Their eyes held each other for a moment then she looked away, nervous again.
Slowly she lowered her hips down onto his and she felt what she was hoping she would. His hard cock was pressing against his shorts into her wet pussy, only a couple pieces of fabric separating them now. She didn’t look at him but could tell he was watching her.
“Are you okay?” he said.
She nodded slowly, looking down at his chiseled abs. If she had any idea of stopping this she should do it now, otherwise they were getting to the point of no return. Who was she kidding? She couldn’t stop now if her life depended on it. “I missed you,” she said softly, meeting his eyes now.
“I missed you too.” Brad closed his eyes and took a deep breath, reached his hands up like he might touch her then he clinched his hands into fists and put them down by his sides.
She took one of his hands–it was so big compared to hers–and she pried his fist open and interlocked her fingers into his. “Brad?”
His eyes were still closed. “Yeah?”
She wasn’t sure what to say. Then without much thought she brought his hand up to her chest and put it on her breast.
His eyes shot open when he realized where his hand was. He didn’t moved it away but he didn’t squeeze her either.
They locked eyes again and she nodded at him.
He lurched up and wrapped his big arms around her then kissed her mouth hard, pulling her down on top of him.
The intensity with which he kissed her was a surprise but his tongue inside her mouth, probing her, snapped her fully into the moment, forgetting any and all misgivings she had about this. Forgetting even that it was wrong. It was just her body against his now, without any worries.
Brad put his massive hands on her ass, pulling down on it, and at the same time pushed his hips up into her, his dick throbbing through his shorts against her.
She moaned as he rubbed himself against her moist pussy and she pushed her hips back into his, grinding against him hard.
Then he broke away from the kiss and turned his head. “Shit, we can’t do this.”
Bridgett grabbed her brother’s chin and pulled his face back to look at her. “Brad,” she said.
“Yeah?” He furrowed his brow.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
Without hesitation, he wrapped her in a hug and rolled over so that she was on the bottom now, her legs wrapped around his hard, sweaty torso. Then he pulled her t-shirt up so that her young tits with her hard nipples were exposed to the air and he grabbed one in his hand and leaned down to start sucking, and licking around her nipple.
“Oh my god.” She ran her fingernails through the back of his hair while he teased her breasts with his mouth, the familiar smell of his shampoo there as well. While he licked and grabbed her tits, she worked her shirt up off over her head so that now she only had her black panties on. “Brad,” she said.
He looked up at her.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything.”
He’d always been a good brother and done most things she asked. This was no different. He reached down with both hands grabbing the edge of her underwear and pulled them off her and threw them on the ground, then looked down at her wet pussy, staring at it as if mesmerized.
Bridgett reached up and tugged at the waistband of his shorts.
That seemed to break the spell because then he snatched them down. His hard cock sprung up at attention and he met her eyes one more time.
She paused
a moment, looking over his naked body–he really had perfect genes she decided. “Ok,” she said, “do it.”
He lowered himself down onto her and with one hand he guided the head of his cock to the opening of her wet pussy, leaving it there for a moment, looking into her eyes. Then while they watched each other’s faces he slipped it inside her, slowly pushing his entire length into her, and once it was all the way in he kissed her again.
She’d never imagined he would be such a gentle lover. It made sense though. Everything about him was perfect. His cock was just the right size too. She inhaled sharply as he brought it out then plunged back in, the walls of her cunt tightening around it, pulling him into her.
His mouth was right next to her ear now and his warm breath quickened in her ear along with the pace of his strokes. It wouldn’t take long for her to come. With her last boyfriend it was hit or miss whether or not she would come but she could tell already that it wouldn’t be the case here. Brad knew what he was doing.
His pelvis was grinding into her clitoris and he wasn’t holding back now. His balls made a loud slapping noise as they smacked into her ass. All his weight pressed into her now and she was completely at his mercy she realized. The tip of his cock hit a sensitive spot inside her and she moaned and pulled him into her, letting all of him smother her small frame. “Fuck me Brad,” she said.
He kissed her again and reached behind to grab her butt, pulling her into him as he fucked her tight pussy. He moaned softly into her ear and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he filled her fertile womb with his seed.
Then a familiar sound from outside startled them. The garage door. One of their parents was home early. The look of terror on Brad’s face mirrored what she was feeling too but she couldn’t let him stop now. He tried to pull out but she squeezed her thighs tight around him.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
“What are you doing? Let me go,” he pleaded.
“Just hurry and finish. I want you to come in me.”
He looked at her for a moment then buried his face in the pillow beside her head and started fucking her again, harder than before. Almost to the point that it was painful. But not so bad that she wasn’t enjoying it. She heard the car pull into the garage. It wouldn’t be long now before whoever it was came in the house. She was starting to regret telling him to finish–if their parents found them like this she couldn’t even begin to imagine what they would do. But her pussy was telling her something else.
Then Brad let out a muffled groan into the pillow and he thrusted into her hard. She felt his warm come shooting into her, filling her tight pussy with his seed, and then she came with him, covering her mouth to hide her moan as the orgasm rippled out from her center taking over her whole body.
A car door slammed outside and Brad tried to pull out again. She held on tight still with her thighs and he looked into her eyes again. She didn’t want it to end. He kissed her nose and grinned, his expression calm now. They heard the backdoor slam and the look on his face didn’t change. Like he didn’t even care if they got caught. She wasn’t sure what that meant but she let him go now and he jumped off of her, collected his clothes and hurried to the door, his cute white butt the last thing she saw before he was gone.
“Is anybody home?” Her mom yelled from downstairs. “I need help with the groceries, please.”
Bridgett laid on her bed naked, her body twitching from the orgasm. She couldn’t believe what just happened.
“Bridgett? Brad?” Her mom yelled.
“Just a minute,” she yelled back and then sat up in bed, still breathing hard. She managed to get up and put some clothes on. Brad’s come was leaking out of her pussy into her underwear and she smiled at how earlier she’d found his come in his underwear and the next time she did laundry the hardened fabric would be in hers. That’s where it belonged she decided.
When she went out her bedroom door into the hall Brad was waiting there for her, dressed now. She looked at his face, worried things would be weird with him now. But he smiled at her and kissed her cheek then followed her downstairs.
Their mom was in the kitchen. “Hey, you two.”
They both said hi and Brad went out to start collecting the rest of the groceries. Bridgett started unpacking the brown paper bag on the counter.
“Anything exciting happen today?” her mom asked.
“Nope.” Brad’s come dripping out of her swollen lips as she said, “Well, I did do the laundry.”
Cherry's Taboo Punishment
The timer on the microwave dinged. Cherry opened it and took the bag of popcorn out and emptied it into a large plastic bowl. The sweet smell of butter filled the small kitchen of the trailer. She’d been making popcorn like this for her and her Daddy for as long as she could remember.
He called out to her from the other room. “Cherry, bring me some water too, will you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He was actually her step-dad. She’d never known her real dad and her mom had skipped out when she was little. Chuck–she called him Daddy–had raised her. After she’d graduated high school last year, he told her she should go off to college, make something of herself, but she couldn’t bare to leave him here on his own. Not that he needed taking care of. She just liked being near him.
She took the bowl of popcorn and a glass of water into the living room. They were watching the baseball game together like always. She didn’t really care too much for baseball but he loved it and she enjoyed the time they spent together. She set the glass down on the tv tray in front of him and put the bowl in his lap.
“Did anything happen while I was gone?” she asked.
“They took out Bobchek and put in that rookie lefty.”
He wouldn’t use the rookies’ actual names until they’d proven themselves to be good players. That’s the way he was with everything. You had to earn his respect.
A drop of sweat ran down the side of Cherry’s face and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. June in Florida and they still didn’t have the air conditioner on.
“Can’t we turn the a.c. on Daddy?”
“Not until July. You know that,” he said. “Oh come on Ump! That was a strike.”
She didn’t mind the heat too much because it meant she could parade around the house in tiny little shorts and a sports bra like she had on now. Daddy tried to pretend not to notice but she would catch him looking at her cleavage sometimes. She was still a virgin and sometimes fantasized that he would be the one to take it from her. It was just a fantasy though of course.
Now she leaned over, making sure her tits brushed up against his arm, and scooped a handful of popcorn, then rested her head against his shoulder and put her hand on his thigh, happy to be close to him. Between her legs, a tingly warmth started to grow, and she thought she may have to go finger herself soon. It was the top of the seventh inning now. Maybe she’d sneak off after this out and pleasure herself real fast.
The rookie lefty shook his head no to the catcher, staring down to home plate. Then the phone suddenly rang out from the kitchen. It made her jump but she didn’t get up to get it. All her friends knew not to call after 8 o’clock. Her dad was strict about that. He was strict about everything, but especially about that. His house, his rules he would say.
They ignored the phone until it finally stopped. Despite the heat and the sweatiness, Cherry snuggled up closer to her Daddy now, not minding how hot it made her.
Then the phone rang again.
He pushed the bowl of popcorn into her lap, almost spilling it. “Goddamnit,” he said as he stomped into the kitchen. She felt sorry for whoever was on the end of the phone. Her Daddy would probably yell at them.
“Hello,” she heard him say. Then, “Do you know what time it is?” Yep, here it comes. But then instead of hearing him yelling like she expected, he came back into the living room and sat down. “It’s for you,” he said without looking at her.
“For me? Are you sure?”
> “Unless there’s some other Cherry that lives here I don’t know about it who has boys calling her at all hours of the night.”
Shit. That must be Bobby. “Sorry, Daddy. I told him not to call this late.”
He didn’t say anything, just kept watching the game and put a piece of popcorn in his mouth, his jaw tensing as he chewed it.
She got up and slinked off to the phone. Bobby wasn’t too bright but he sure was cute. They’d gone to the same high school but never spoke until just a month ago. They were dating she supposed. He was good for making out with and that was about it. Probably she would let him take her virginity then she would tell him it wasn’t working out. She needed a man with some maturity. Not somebody who couldn’t listen to a simple instruction to not call after 8 o’clock.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hey baby, it’s Bobby.”
“Damnit Bobby,” she whispered then stretched the phone chord out as far as it would go and went into the kitchen pantry, closing the door behind her. “I told you not to call here after eight.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I forgot. But listen, my dad let me borrow the car. I thought I could come pick you up and we could go to that park and sit and talk for a while.”
When he said talk for a while what he really meant was put his hands up under her shirt and try to get into her panties. Not that she minded. She loved it actually. But she was no slut. He’d have to work for it, that’s all. Treat her like a lady.
“I don’t know Bobby. My dad will never let me go out right now. Especially after you called so late.”
“Late? It’s only eight-thirty.”
“Yeah, well he has his rules.”
“Well, shit. How about you wait until he goes to bed and then sneak out. I really want to see you baby.”
He sounded desperate. Really not attractive. But she wouldn’t mind letting him suck on her nipples some. Her pussy was already getting wet thinking about it. She hated disobeying her Daddy though. “I don’t know, Bobby. My dad would kill me if he found out.” It’s true he would be really angry but it also sounded kind of fun. Sneaking around. Maybe she would even give him a blow job this time. “No, I don’t think I should,” she said, already made up her mind she would go but she wanted to hear him beg.
