Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave

by Scarlett Skyes

  “Fuck me hard, Daddy!” I screamed again for good measure.

  Cal tore my flimsy nighty apart, exposing my breasts, and moved over me, his huge cock seeming to guide itself straight back to my sex, which felt so very empty without him now. I yelled my pleasure out when he resumed his previous breakneck pace and savoured the feeling of his balls slapping on my ass. With a finger and thumb tweaking one of my nipples, Cal whispered in my ear.

  “Soon… wait… soon… now.”

  Like I was his little fuck puppet, I finally felt the buzzing explosion of my orgasm rock my body, my pussy squeezing him even harder with every pulse of pleasure as if I was milking him. Right in my ear I heard a grunt of release and Cal slammed his cock into me with his most powerful thrust yet, a huge torrent of semen splashing inside my well-fucked teen vagina.

  All I could do was hang on for dear life as pleasure I never knew existed in the world hummed through me while spurt after spurt of Cal’s sperm filled me up. I couldn’t believe how much he came, he had said he’d been saving it up for me, but I knew he had fucked my Mom within the last week, just how fertile he was… I supposed I would find out soon enough.

  Finally spent, Cal rolled off me and laid himself alongside my still-twitching body as I did what I could to catch my breath, a sheen of sweat standing out on my forehead. At last I felt more or less normal, aside from the lasting sting of being roughly fucked in my pussy and the spreading warmth of his seed inside me, and looked over at him.

  Cal appeared deep in thought and I sat up, moving between his legs. Without prompting, I began to lick his balls, working my way up until I had cleaned every trace of our encounter from him. The billionaire watched with rapt attention as I performed this unexpected task, my eyes never leaving his face.

  I sat up and gave him my biggest lost-puppy look. “Will you marry my Mom?”

  “That’s quite a proposal, Nova. I think I will. Congratulations, life is going to be very different from now on.”

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  About the Author

  Scarlett Skyes

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  Although trained as a nurse I am now able to pursue writing as a full-time career thanks to a supportive partner who is perfect aside from needing to realise I don't necessarily want to do *everything* that I write about.

  I live waaaay down under but I have also lived in the UK for a period of time and used the opportunity to travel into continental Europe as much as possible. I hope to return one day!

  Also from Scarlett Skyes

  Filthy Rich 2

  Eighteen year old, Nova Thatcher, was left sore for days after billionaire Cal Willis took her virginity rough and bareback in his mansion, but he's following through on his promise and marrying Nova's mother just like he said he would and now life will never be the same for this formerly poor girl. Despite her initial reluctance about Cal using her body for sex and an heir, Nova soon finds herself craving Cal's attention again, but the busy billionaire almost seems to have forgotten about her. That is until the reception at the wedding, where Nova gets a little drunk and flirtatious with some of the guests. Then Cal has to teach her another lesson and remind her just who her body belongs to now.

  His Brat’s Fertile First Time: Blaire – Candy Quinn

  “Jeremy is a total asshole,” Samantha sneers, laying back on her pool chair, her bikini lightly strung around her neck. Samantha is hot as the Sahara, but then, so are all of my friends. But none of them can be honest with me, not like her. With her dark brown hair and pale green eyes, she doesn’t look as vicious as she could be, at least not in that traditional high school sense.

  Though in three days we’ll be out of that hellhole, for good. So why am I so miserable that Jeremy dumped me just before finals? I saw it coming, after all. I mean, he’s going to New York to study theater of all things. I figured once he left school he was planning on coming out of the closet anyways. Four years of football and grunting in the men’s locker room was sure to set his mind going.

  But I’m still heartbroken. I could hide it from everyone except Samantha.

  I turn onto my stomach, my fingers finding the string on the back of my bikini and unfastening it. I have the house to myself when my dad’s at work, and we don’t have an exam today, so why not get a little sun?

  It feels so good on my already tanned skin, and I open my eyes to look at Samantha. My gaze is shielded by my dark glasses, and I look over her huge tits, her perfect stomach, and toned thighs.

  Men would kill for her, I know that, because she makes me hate her with envy and want to go a little gay. The thought distracts me from Jeremy for a second as I imagine running my mouth over her body, tasting her hidden areas.

  “Earth to Blaire, hello?”

  My cheeks flush, and I tuck some of my blonde hair behind my ear.

  “Fuck him,” I say, crassly. I didn’t care. It’s not like we ever fucked. He was my arm candy, just like I was his. Or so I kept telling myself. In reality, I was holding out ‘til prom night to give it up to him, but I guess that isn’t going to happen anymore.

  So I’m going to college a virgin.

  Not like I’ll be the first, and I know once I get there, I won’t have any trouble getting laid.

  Samantha might be perfect, but truth is, we’re pretty damn similar, except I’m blonde and my eyes are more of an icy blue, and my skin holds a tan better than her, even if I do freckle a little. Plus she has tits where I, well, don’t. My daddy — well, step-father — has promised me a boob job for my graduation present, if I want it.

  “Once you get to college, you’re going to have to be beating those guys off with a stick,” she says, her full lips pulled into a wide, toothy grin.

  “Phrasing, Samantha,” I say, but I’m laughing, rolling back onto my stomach and tugging my bikini top off, tossing it to the side. I don’t care that I’m topless around her. It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve sunbathed together, and she barely even blinks. I blame my flat chest for that, and let out a soft sigh as my nipples stiffen with a gust of warm, spring air.

  “Well, you’ll want to beat them off with something better than a stick in that way. Try your hand,” she retorts.

  The sunglasses hide my pained expression as I speak, “I just figured he was the one I wanted to be my first, that’s all.”

  Samantha giggles, cruelly, as she tosses her sunhat to the side, looking up at the sky. She usually has no shame, but today she’s keeping her bikini fastened, and I feel a little uneasy about that, but I try to push it away. I’m just a bit delicate, that’s all, I try to tell myself. Reading into things that aren’t there.

  “I can’t get over the fact that you’re a fucking virgin, Blaire. You’re hotter than anyone else at school, and I know more than a half dozen guys that have been pleading for a chance at your puss. Maybe prom can be your big night,” she teases.

  And then there’s the sound of a man clearing his throat.

  I turn, and gape at my step-father, standing there in his suit.

  It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t so intimidating. So tall, statuesque and good looking.

  Yeah, my daddy’s a real hunk, alright. Nothing to be done about that. With his broad shoulders and fit physique, there was no wonder he stole my mother’s heart. He could steal any woman’s heart, I imagine. He even has blonde hair and emerald eyes that glitter in the light, like he was unreal, some figment of the imagination. A handsome, rugged older man, with confidence and the success to back it up.

  “You two ladies are obviously cutting loose… and cutting class,” he remarks in that deep, husky voice of his.

  My arm goes across my chest, and I’m mortified. I have no idea how long he’s been standing there watching us, and I’m squirming uncomfortably.


  Samantha, meanwhile, is seductively lowering her sunglasses and smiling at him.

  “Exams, Mr. Cartwright,” she says with a sensual lilt to her voice that makes me want to melt into the ground as I grope for my bikini top. Unfortunately for me, I had flicked it just out of reach.

  Daddy bends down, laying his briefcase to the ground before casually making his way across the patio, his shiny black shoes clicking upon the poolside as he waltzes on in like nothing was amiss.

  “I see,” he remarks, looking us both over before he flips up his own sunglasses, letting his green eyes soak us in. “And I guess no study is necessary, huh?” he says, one hand in his pocket, as he looks at us so casually, from Samantha to me and back again.

  My lips tremble as I look to Samantha, then to Daddy, praying she doesn’t say anything else.

  “We studied all morning, daddy, I promise, but we just wanted to get some sun before supper. It helps us think!” I lie, and I know it’s a lie. Every time I lay out in the sun, I’m zapped of all energy and definitely don’t want to think at all.

  “Besides, Mr. Cartwright,” Samantha pitches in, “you know we’re both shoe-ins for College. I mean, look at us,” she says, shimmying her shoulders and making her large breasts jiggle.

  I don’t know what was worse: the fact that she did that, or that my daddy openly watched her do it!

  “Mmhmm,” he says as if listening to someone make a pitch to him at his office, that skeptical look upon his face as he studies us again. “Just a moment ladies,” he says, holding up a finger, and I felt like my life was at an end. I’m absolutely certain he’s gonna come back and end us!

  “Oh shit, we’re in for it now, Samantha,” I say, as I get up and make to grab for my bikini top, but daddy returns quicker than I anticipated. And strangely, it’s with three wine glasses and a bottle in tow.

  “Since you’re both such shoe-ins, I guess a bit of celebration is in order with your relaxation, no?” he says, as he lays the glasses down on the deck table and pours some of the shiraz up into each of the three glasses. “Here you go sweetie,” he says, offering me one first.

  I feel like it’s a trap, but Samantha’s looking at me with a dangerous glint of excitement in her eyes, and everything’s happening so fast.

  I reach out to take it, but in my panic, I’m reaching out with the wrong hand, flashing him all over again.

  This is the worst day of my life. I get dumped, and now I’m accidentally flashing my own step-father.

  I accept it quickly, trying to hide my breasts once more.

  But despite it all, daddy smiles at me with that usual, loving expression, linking our gaze a while before he turns his attention to Samantha, handing her glass, which she takes daintily but without hesitation.

  “Thank you, Mr. Cartwright,” she says, smiling so brazenly at him as she helps herself to a sip.

  Much to my surprise, daddy raises his glass in a toast to us and sits back in one of the chairs, loosening his tie before taking a sip and lounging in the sun.

  “I suppose there’s no point in wasting such a beautiful, free day for any of us, is there ladies?” he says casually, as if we are any other beautiful women, and not his daughter and her best friend.

  He’s being so fucking casual about it all, that I kind of feel like trying to put on the bikini top is going to be harder than it seems, and draw way too much attention to it. Besides, now I only have one hand free.

  But my nerves are frayed and I’m scared to take a sip. I mean, it’s not like my dad’s a jerk. He’s taken really good care of me since my mom died two years ago, but he has kind of a disciplinarian streak to him, usual. I have to make my bed just as he likes it, do the laundry just so. He has a lot of ways about him, and he’s really controlling about it.

  He’s the same at work, I know, so it’s not so weird. But I’m afraid if I take a sip, he’s going to punish me once Samantha’s gone.

  “So why are you home with the girls so soon, Mr. Cartwright?” Samantha asks brazenly, leaning upon one arm, with her ample chest thrust out as she sips more of the red wine, showing none of my reservations.

  My daddy, however, seems so calm about it all, shrugging his shoulders as he reclines and makes himself comfortable.

  “Lovely day, and I’m the boss… so I called it an early day. I’ve got that luxury. I just don’t exercise it often,” he says with a confident smile. “Besides, any time now, my little girl is going to be heading off, and I’ll be left all alone here. Might as well make the most of what time we have left, no sweetie?” he says, smiling right at me, then tilting his chin in my direction. “Go on, drink up.”

  I’m all nerves, but I know better than to disobey a direct order, and I take a mouthful, still covering my chest. I glance at Samantha, my brows raised as I try to draw her attention to my still practically bared breasts with a questioning expression, but she just giggles.

  “Ohh, the boss?” she says to my father, and I don’t know where this sensation of jealousy is coming from, but it’s coming in strong and is making me really uncomfortable on top of my toplessness.

  “Mmhmm,” he says before casually taking a sip of his own wine, looking over to Samantha. “My Blaire’s never told you about what I do before?” he asks, shooting me one of his dashing, half-smiles, that so woo the ladies. I know he’s had numerous ones hitting on him since my mother died, but he’s never so much as taken one out for a date that I’m aware of.

  He’s pretty private, I know, and I’m busy, but he’s the type of person who’d probably talk to me about it. I assume anyways.

  “I told her,” I say with a roll of my eyes and Samantha gives me a little warning glare, but she never heeded mine. Besides, I don’t know why, but it’s making me angry seeing her flirt with him.

  “She just wants to hear it from you,” I add on.

  Dad’s smile only grows and he taps a ringed finger along his glass as he looks between us then out over the swimming pool. He takes his time, sipping his wine before looking on back.

  “I broke away from my old company years ago, started my own firm. More responsibility, more control, more of the pay that comes in. Works for me, usually,” he says. “Means I can do something like this, and take off in the middle of the day to drink wine with two gorgeous ladies by the pool, whenever I see fit.”

  “Not that he ever does,” I say, and I sound more sullen than expected. I take a sip of my drink before turning my back on the two of them to hide the dark look on my face. I down the rest of my wine, hoping it’ll make me feel less terrible as I reach out and finally grab my bikini top.

  “That’s so amazing, Mr. Cartwright,” Samantha says, sounding so interested.

  My father takes a generous mouthful of his wine, and before I can get anywhere close to putting my top back on, he gets up and sits down on my lounging seat, placing his hand upon my calf and stroking my leg to my ankle.

  “You’re right, my angel,” he says so smoothly, “I should have taken my liberties more often. It’s funny how you don’t realize that until it’s almost too late,” he says, smiling from Samantha over to me, looking warm and loving and… something else, I can’t quite place.

  I’m breathing hard by this point and I can’t see Samantha anymore, but I can smell my daddy’s cologne, and the wine’s hitting me pretty hard. I haven’t eaten anything all day.

  I don’t know what to say, what to do. It’s like I’m stunned in place.

  His hand touches my warm, sunbaked skin, and I shiver.

  “It’s fine,” I manage.

  “It’s fine to neglect such a lovely lady?” he says, looking right at me with those intense, green eyes of his, squeezing my leg a while as we lock gazes. Only then does he slowly turn his attention back to Samantha. “It’s not right for a man to neglect the most important woman in his life, now is it Samantha?” he asks.

  “No, Mr. Cartwright. A man should tend to the women he cares for. First and last,” she says so sultrily, su
ch meaning to her words as she strokes her free hand along her hip and down her thigh a little, drawing his gaze there before he tears it away to smile back at me.

  She’s making me really flustered. Or maybe it’s the sun, and the wine, but I’m suddenly feeling really dizzy, and I have to blink to clear my vision. It’s all still spinning, and I drop my hands to the side of the chair, gripping there for a moment as I take in deep breaths, oblivious to my partial nudity, to the exposed tanned breasts and their pale, pink nipples.

  Daddy reaches out to me, and for a brief, hazy moment I think he’s going to grab my exposed breasts, but instead he cups my cheek, strokes his thumb along my skin, so loving and tenderly. Like years ago when I was just a child.

  “I really don’t want to see you go, my sweet angel,” he says in that deep, dark voice of his, so full of emotion. “I know it’s selfish, and a father’s supposed to be happy about his girl going out into the world, but if I could only convince you… I’d keep you here for all time. Whatever it took,” he says, taking another sip of his wine before laying the glass aside and looking to Samantha. “But then, I can’t expect my girl to stay here with me while all her friends go off to college, away from here, leaving her alone, can I Samantha?”

  “Well it wouldn’t be fair,” she says, though honestly, that burning jealousy that keeps growing brighter is making me think that what she really thinks isn’t fair is him being next to me. Touching me.

  I just have to breathe, and I’m trying to focus on him, but I can’t. My eyes flit over his beautiful eyes, his full lips, locking there for a while before I finally murmur, “I don’t feel good.”

  Daddy looks at me, and I can see the sympathy in his eyes even through the tipsy haze of the wine. He leans forward, pressing his lips to my forehead in a tender kiss.

  “Too much wine, sweetie? Sorry, I should’ve known you were too good a girl, no experience with alcohol,” he says, brushing back my blonde hair and looking at me tenderly. “It’s a good thing you’ve got a friend like Samantha, who doesn’t tempt you into doing things you shouldn’t then. Getting mixed up with too many bad boys.”