Little Brats: Tina

by Selena Kitt

  “Oh fuck, yeah,” he whispered, his breath coming so fast, his hand moving even faster, a blur over his cock. “Yeah, yeah, yeah… oh baby girl, I want to fuck that sweet pussy so bad…”

  Tina made circles around her clit under the sticky crotch of her panties, trying to keep her breathing under control. She was so close… so very close… and the thought of watching her stepfather ejaculate made her feel dizzy with lust. She licked her lips, daring to lean in a little closer, looking at his balls, hanging over the edge of his zipper, his cockhead almost purple he was so hard.

  “Oh baby,” he moaned softly. “Tina-baby, my sweet girl, I’m gonna fill you with my cum!”

  She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as she came, her stepfather whispering her name again and again as he shot his cum into his own cupped hand. She watched as the hot, white liquid filled his palm, his hips bucking up toward the top of the desk, her pussy spasming again and again, and she flushed in the darkness, wishing he was inside her, filling her pussy with all his cum, just like he’d said.

  “David?” The knock on the door made them both jump, but Tina covered her gasp with her hand, praying her stepfather was too surprised to notice. “Are you coming to bed?”

  “I’ll be out in a minute!” he called, standing. She heard him cleaning up, closing the laptop. “I’ve just got to send one more email!”

  Email, yeah right.

  “Tina’s light’s off—I think she’s asleep,” her mother called. “I’m going to take a bath.”

  She breathed a silent sigh of relief.

  “Okay!” he called. “I’ll be right up.”

  Tina closed her eyes, waiting to be discovered, but her stepfather opened his office door and turned out the light, following her mother down the hall. She waited a long time, as long as she could, sitting in stunned silence in the darkness, still not quite believing what had just happened. Then, she snuck down the hallway, past her parents’ closed bedroom door, past the bathroom where the Jacuzzi tub was running, and finally into her own room, hiding herself under the covers and pretending to sleep.

  She realized her paper was going to be late, but she didn’t care. And it was a long time before she actually slept, tossing and turning, too warm in her own skin to get comfortable. Finally, she did sleep, and she dreamed dreams far too naughty for her to remember when she woke, but they left her feeling so dirty and ashamed, she felt as if she needed her morning shower more than ever.

  Tina packed one bag. Sad that her whole life fit into one suitcase, but there it was. She knew Luann would take her in for a while. Her parents were easy that way. But she couldn’t stay here, not for one more day, one more minute.

  It had been the phone call. The thing that had finally moved her to action after years of hearing about her weight from her mother.

  “I know, I can’t wait for Vegas,” her mother purred on the other line when Tina picked it up to call Luann. She hardly ever used the landline, but her cell phone had no charge. She rolled her eyes at her mother’s throaty laugh. What forty-something woman went off to Vegas with her girlfriends and left her husband home by himself, anyway? “I’m packing my sexiest lingerie just for you.”

  Tina stared at the phone, realizing her mother hadn’t heard her pick up the extension—and her mother was definitely not talking to a girlfriend. Her suspicions were confirmed by the response that followed.

  “Good.” It was a masculine voice, deep and flirty. “I’m going to fuck you six ways to Sunday.”

  “Andrew!” Her mother laughed again, a girlish sort of giggle, and it made Tina wince. “I can’t wait to get out of this house. David is driving me batshit and Tina doesn’t do anything but mope around her room doing her homework.”

  “Doing homework sounds like a good pastime, if you ask me.”

  “Oh, I don’t know.” Her mother sighed. “I wish she’d get out more. Of course, I don’t know who would ask her! She’s so fat now, I’m afraid we’re going to be stuck with her forever.”

  There was a pause. “Sounds like she didn’t get her mother’s lithe little body type.”

  “Decidedly not.”

  Tina hung the phone up quietly and carefully. She sat on her bed, motionless, for a long time. She didn’t remember breathing or even blinking. The weight on her chest was far too heavy for that. When her stepfather poked his head in the door to say goodnight, she was still sitting there. And she didn’t sleep at all, not that she remembered.

  Her mother kissed her cheek and said goodbye in the morning—off to Vegas with the girls! Yeah, right. Tina swallowed the bile in her throat. Her own bag was already packed.

  She saw the light on in his office and knew her stepfather must be in there. Her face flushed at the thought of him looking at porn while her mother flew off to Vegas with some guy. What was wrong with this picture? She felt bad for him and stopped in the hallway, considering. Should she tell him? Did he know? Did it matter?

  She lugged her suitcase down the stairs. It was the kind on wheels, which was good, because she would be walking a half-mile to Luann’s house. She couldn’t help remembering when she’d packed a bag at the age of seven, getting as far as the end of the block. Well this time, she really meant it.

  “Running away?”

  “Wh—what?” Tina gasped, her hand on the front doorknob, at the sound of her stepfather’s voice coming from the darkness of the living room. She blinked when a lamp switched on, revealing him sitting there all alone on the couch. “I thought you were in your office…”

  “Where you going?” His eyes met hers, and she remembered it had been her stepfather who had found her sitting on the porch with her satchel when she was seven, who had inquired—whatcha runnin’ from? And of course she’d broken down and told him. She couldn’t for the life of her remember the reason she’d given him.

  Tina cleared her throat and lied. “Spending the night at Luann’s.”

  “That’s a big suitcase for an overnight trip.” He raised an eyebrow, patting the sofa beside him. “Come here. Let’s talk.”

  She knew instinctively it was a bad idea, but something drew her to his side. She slipped off her shoes and she left her bag and went to sit beside him. He smelled of aftershave—and alcohol. He slid an arm around her shoulder, pulling her head to his chest.

  “Whatcha runnin’ from, Teeny?”

  Maybe it was because he used the same phrase he’d used when she was seven, sitting on the porch in her sundress with Sponge-Bob Band-Aids on each knee. Or maybe it was the nickname he resurrected, long dead and buried since puberty, when she started filling out and her mother began with the incessant comments about her weight.

  “I’m not teeny!” she protested, and immediately burst into tears. She felt him put his arms fully around her, and she let herself be held, comforted. His lips brushed her forehead, her temple, not talking, just riding it out, letting her feel what she was going to feel.

  “I hate her,” she whispered, her cheek to his chest, feeling the familiar rise and fall.

  “Your mother?”

  She nodded, wiping her cheeks. “She hates me. Nothing’s good enough for her. I’m not smart enough, or pretty enough, or sk-sk-skinny enough…” She felt the tears coming again and fought them. “She’s right. No man is ever going to want me.”

  “Don’t say that.” He squeezed his arms around her shoulders, shaking his head. “It’s not true, Christina. You’re beautiful.”

  “I am?” She lifted her head, eyeing him with suspicion. She couldn’t help remembering the other night in his study. Had he really been thinking about her? It made her feel warm and…wanted. Really, really good.

  “Of course you are.”

  “No I’m not.” She rolled her eyes, that feeling gone in an instant. “I’m fat. Ugly.”

  “Trust me,” he told her, his gaze moving down from her face to the peasant top she was wearing and the long, flowing skirt below it. “Some guy is going to very much appreciate those gorgeous c
urves of yours some day.”

  “I wish I was skinny,” she lamented. “Like Mom.”

  “You know, you probably don’t remember, but your mom didn’t look like that when I met her.” He reached into his back pocket—he was dressed casually for the weekend, jeans and a polo shirt—pulling out his wallet. They’d gotten married when she was a baby, so she didn’t remember their wedding, and she’d never remembered seeing any wedding photos. “Look.”

  And now she knew why. “She’s like me.”

  They could have been twins. Her mother had cleavage, and full, curvy hips. Even a bit of a belly! Of course, Tina had been a baby then, and she was probably still breastfeeding. No wonder…

  “Mm-hmm.” He smiled, slipping the photo back into his wallet. “She’s gotten kind of obsessive about her weight over the years. But don’t let her make that your problem. You’re perfect, just the way you are.”

  She shook her head, but she was looking at him, trying to gauge his real feelings as she said, “I don’t believe it.”

  “I know you don’t.” His fingers brushed her hair, the nape of her neck, making her shiver. “What can I do to convince you?”

  She met his eyes, realizing how very close they were sitting. She was practically in his lap. She hadn’t sat in his lap since she was a very little girl. And she wasn’t a little girl anymore.

  “Do you really want to know?” She shifted more toward him, her face turned up to his. She saw his eyes widen, the realization dawning in them, but she did it anyway, bridging the distance and pressing her lips to his. She didn’t know what to expect—guilt, shame, certainly rejection—but she had a secret hope, one she hadn’t admitted yet even to herself until that moment.

  He kissed her back.

  He kissed her back!

  His hand moved behind her neck, his mouth opening hers with a soft groan, tongue exploring. He tasted like alcohol and she liked it, breathing in the scent of him, trying to get as close as possible, managing to wiggle her way sideways into his lap.

  “Tina, no…” His voice was barely a whisper as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him again and again, so hungry. “Please, don’t…”

  “Am I too heavy?” She felt a pain deep in her belly and she saw his shock at her words, knew he must have seen the hurt on her face.

  “No!” He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her closer, and she felt his erection against her hip. “God no. You feel… so…” He took a deep, shuddering breath, looking up from her breasts, which were now at his eye-level, to her face, her hair falling softly around them, blocking out the light, cocooning them in heat. “So… fucking… good…”

  His words thrilled her and she wiggled in his lap, hearing him groan, but feeling his cock respond, throbbing against the denim. “Please… show me.”

  “Show you?” He looked dazed, confused, as she took his hand, daring, not quite believing it herself, to bring it up to her breast.

  “Show me… show me how beautiful you think I am,” she urged, her mouth so close to his they were almost kissing. “Make me believe it.”

  “Oh god.” He swallowed, shaking his head, but his hand moved on its own, cupping her flesh, thumbing her nipple through her blouse, making it stand at attention. “Sweetie, we shouldn’t—”

  Tina moaned softly, arching, giving him more of her ample breast, covering his protest with her mouth. It wasn’t nearly enough, not even close, and she broke their kiss briefly so she could straddle him, pulling her blouse over her head and dropping it to the floor.

  “Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” His gaze fell on her breasts, spilling over a bra that was far too small—her mother always bought her clothes a little too tight as incentive—so small that her areolas appeared above the cups, her nipples hard and straining to get loose.

  “We can’t do this.” He looked up at her, shaking his head again, but his hands had a mind of their own. “Oh god, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” He licked his lips, his eyes glazing over as he fondled first one, then the other.

  She knew his resolve was waning. She also knew boys liked her breasts—it was one feature she knew to play up—and she felt a surge of pleasure through her body when she pulled her bra down, letting her tits spill free into her father’s hands. The look on his face was a mix of delirium and animal lust.

  “Please,” she whispered, watching his big hands try to contain the overspill of flesh. “Oh it feels so good…”

  With a low sound, something between a growl and a groan, his mouth found her nipple, sucking it between his lips. She whimpered and began to grind her hips, unable to stop herself, as if the friction could rub away their clothes. His cock strained against the denim of his jeans, and her motion in his lap created an actual heat they could both feel.

  “Oh Tina,” he whispered, pressing her breasts together in his hands, flicking one nipple, then the other. “You’re so fucking beautiful I can’t stand it. I want you so much.”

  “You do?” She watched him rubbing his stubbly cheek against the tender flesh of her breasts.

  He opened his eyes, frowning. “It’s wrong, I know.”

  “No.” She cupped his face in her hands. “I want you too.” She didn’t want him to say no—she couldn’t bear his rejection, not now—so she grabbed his hand again, this time placing it between her legs. Her skirt gave him easy access and his eyes widened when he felt the hot, swollen heat of her pussy through the damp crotch of her panties.

  “See?” She moved her hips, grinding her mound into his palm, watching the look on his face change from guilt to wonder to desire. “See how much?”

  He didn’t answer her, his fingers busy working their way under the elastic of her panties, searching through the soft, wiry hair of her pussy for her wet slit. She moaned when he found her clit with his thumb, easing it gently back and forth, his gaze never leaving her face.

  “Feel good?” he inquired, a smile playing on his lips. She rocked her hips toward him, giving him more, wanting more, rising up fully on her knees in his lap.

  “So very good,” she murmured, her head going back as his thumb made flat, easy circles, his fingers probing, looking for her entrance. She moaned when he slid two fingers inside of her and she squeezed her muscles around him, moving her hips, beginning to fuck him back.

  “Mmmm, good girl,” he encouraged, his other hand moving up to her breast, pulling at her nipple, making her whole body sing. “You like that?”

  “Yessss.” She looked down at him with half-closed eyes, her breath coming so fast she couldn’t catch it. “But I know what I’d like better.”

  He raised an eyebrow, asking the question without a word.

  “Your cock inside of me.” She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his ear. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

  He groaned and grabbed her ass in both hands. Her pussy cried out at the absence of his fingers, but she didn’t have much time to think because her stepfather was wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and carrying her up the stairs. She giggled against his neck, remembering he used to carry her up the stairs just like this when she was too sleepy to make the trip on her own. He hesitated at the top of the stairs, looking down the hall to her room, and then the other way, towards his own.

  “Your bed,” she urged, squeezing him between her thighs. “Fuck me in your bed.”

  His eyes lit up at the prospect and he carried her in there, nudging the door open with his knee and before she knew what was happening, they were rolling around in her parents’ bed, kissing and tugging at each other’s clothes with desperation.

  “We so shouldn’t be doing this,” he panted, lifting his hips so she could tug his jeans down. “But I can’t stop. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  His words were like fuel to the fire inside of her and she didn’t resist at all when he pulled her skirt off, leaving her in just panties on the bed. Now they were both stripped down to their underwear.

  She was normally embarrassed
by her body, ashamed for anyone to see it, but the look on his face when he saw her unclothed was intoxicating. He looked at her like he could devour her.

  And then he did.

  Tina gasped in surprise when his mouth covered her mound through her panties, his tongue lapping, making her squirm and writhe on the bed. No one had ever done that to her before and the sensation was incredible, but she was far too embarrassed to let him go on.

  “No, Daddy, no,” she protested, trying to push him away.

  “Hold still.” He growled, grabbing her hips and yanking her panties down her thighs. He breathed a soft sigh when he saw her pussy for the first time and then he was devouring her again, his tongue pushing between her swollen labia, finding the nub of her clit in an instant.

  “Oh! Daddy!” she cried, her knees falling open as he licked her, his mouth fastened on her mound. “Oh no… no… ohhhhh. That’s so good! Ohhhhh!”

  “Mmmmm!” He encouraged her, licking faster, spreading her open with his fingers to stroke her slit up and down, searching for her entrance. She moaned when he slid two of them into her, just like he had on the couch, but his mouth was far, far better against her clit than anything she’d ever felt—including the electric toothbrush she had hidden in her underwear drawer.

  “Oh Daddy… if you keep doing that, I’m… I’m…mmmmmmm…”

  His fingers pressed deeper, making her quiver, and he paused for a moment to look up at her face. “Good girl. I want you to come for me. Come all over my face. Will you do that?”

  She whimpered, flushing deeply. “I can’t. Please, don’t make me.”

  “Yes you can.” He flicked his tongue over her clit, teasing. “Feel that?”

  She nodded, biting her lip to keep from crying out, and then he sucked her clit between his lips, twisting his fingers inside her, and she couldn’t help the way her hips thrust up to meet him.

  “Ohhh baby girl, your pussy tastes so fucking good,” he groaned, mashing his face against her flesh. His words made her flush with heat and pleasure. “I’m going to eat you until you come.”