10 Commandments

by Dark Angel

  "You know why I couldn’t sleep?," he says, placing one hand on my naked chest and sliding it down to my abs, feeling their ridges and deep carved lines with his fingertips. "I was thinking of this," he continues, moving his hand over the hem of my basketball shorts and flattening the palm of his hands over my cock.

  "Now you can do more than just think about it," I tell him, and there’s a flicker of unrepentant lust in his eyes.

  "That’s right," he whispers, pushing me back so that there’s enough space between the two of us. Never taking his eyes out of mine, he lowers himself until his knees are on the tiled floor of the kitchen. "I can do so much more." Hooking his fingers on the hem of my shorts, he starts pushing them down my legs slowly, only stopping when the fabric drops to my feet. I step out of the shorts holding my breath, my cock so fucking hard it’s a wonder I haven’t passed from lack of blood in the brain.

  "Fuck," I groan as he brushes one fingertip over the gigantic shape tenting my boxer briefs. He traces the contour of my cock, moving his slowly from the root to the tip, and then he goes back down again. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, my body becoming so tense you could bounce a quarter off my abs.

  Then, acting fast, Daniel flattens the palm of his hand against my cock again, the pressure of his fingers on me so fucking maddening that I almost start moaning like a fucking girl. He starts rubbing my cock over my boxers, and I reach for the wall and place one hand there for support. Even my knees are growing weak. Fuck, is this what it feels like to be swept off your feet? Jesus fuck, I sound like Sleeping fucking Beauty.

  "Tell me what you want me to do," he asks me, looking at me with a devilish grin on his lips. We both know what’s going to happen, but he still wants to hear me say it. And, fuck, I’ll say it.

  "Your mouth," I groan as he curls his fingers around my cock harshly. "I want my cock in your mouth," I add, my hands darting to his head. I run my fingers through his hair, gritting my teeth as the pressure of his fingers intensity. "And don’t make me fucking beg, ‘cause I won’t," I continue, looking down at him with a smile.

  "You don’t need to beg. Your cock is already doing it for you," he grins back at me, finally letting go of my shaft and grabbing my boxer briefs. He pauses for a second, his eyes locked on mine, and then just tugs viciously on the last piece of clothing on my body. The fabric slides down my legs easily, and my cock springs free so eagerly that it almost slaps him across the face.

  "You know," he whispers, reaching my shaft with his index finger and laying his fingertip against my skin. His touch so soft I can barely feel it, he slides his finger up from the root to the tip of my cock. "I was impressed you were this big… You’re almost as big as me."

  "Yeah, fuck no. I’m bigger," I shoot back, breathing through my gritted teeth as he keeps on teasing me, using his fingertip to torture me mercilessly.

  "I guess I’ll have to take your measurements then," he whispers, moving his finger down to my balls and then cupping them. Fuck, I never thought that I’d see the day where I’ll be this fucking excited to be measuring dicks. "With my mouth," he adds, his grin widening at the same rate my heart picks up the pace.

  I kick off my boxers, finally standing completely naked in front of Daniel, and my eyes focus on his lips. I just want to fucking ram my cock past his lips and drive it deep inside his mouth. But, somehow, he’s dictating the pace and I don’t want to take the lead. Sure, he’s fucking torturing me - but I’m loving every second of it.

  "Do it," I tell him, grabbing at his but still refraining from pulling him into me. He looks up at me and, without saying a word, starts leaning in; he parts his lips slightly, slowly reaching with the tip of his tongue for my cock. Before he touches it, he tilts his head sideways and brushes the tip of his tongue against the side of my shaft. Without taking his eyes off mine, he licks my shaft down to its root, and then goes back up until his tongue is circling my tip.

  Unable to restrain myself any longer, I try and pull him toward me - and he doesn’t fight back. He lowers himself willingly, parting his lips and wrapping them around the tip of my cock. I sigh heavily as I feel the warmness in his mouth, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I never thought that coming back to my hometown would turn my life upside down: first Karen, and now Daniel. Jesus fucking Christ, I really can’t keep it inside my pants.

  I groan as Daniel starts sliding his mouth down the length of my shaft - he goes down inch by slow inch, my cock rolling over his mouth until I feel its tip pressed tightly against the back of his throat. He holds his position for what seems like an eternity, my eyes rolling in their orbits as pleasure builds up inside my body like a looming thunderstorm.

  "Fuck, are you sure you never did this before?" I ask him with a grin, still gritting my teeth as he starts pulling back, my cock sliding out of his mouth. "Because you sure as fuck know what you’re doing."

  "I always know what I’m doing, Colt," he teases me, my cock popping out of his mouth with a wet sound. He catches his breath, his fingers curled around my shaft as he moves his hand back and forth, stroking me in a crescendo.

  Diving into me again, this time he doesn’t tease me: he just opens his mouth as wide as he can, and then guides my cock inside him in one swift movement. I exhale sharply as I feel the warmness of his mouth on my flesh, his tongue pressing upward on my shaft and making me completely delirious. Fuck, he might have never sucked a man before being with, but he sure as fuck has a talent for it - he might even be as good as Karen, and that’s saying something.

  I throw my head back and close my eyes as Daniel starts moving his mouth back and forth, bobbing his head so fast that my cock might catch fire. I surrender to that delirious ecstasy that keeps on building inside of me, and I have to take a deep breath to calm down and stop myself from just cumming inside his mouth. I’m not saying it won’t happen, mind you, but we’re just getting started. I don’t want to ruin the fun this soon.

  My muscles start tensing up even harder than before, and I feel my cock throbbing harshly against the inside of Daniel’s cheeks. Feeling a torrent of cum making its way up to the surface, I hold my breathe and make an effort to send it back down, sliding my cock out of Daniel’s mouth at the same time. It comes out with a lustful sound, and I place my hand back on the wall, breathing hard and trying to reel from how close I came to flooding my stepfather’s mouth with my semen.

  "That was close," he grins, slowly going up to his feet. I’m still breathing hard when he crushes his mouth against mine, the flavor of my cock inundating my in a heartbeat. Pushing my tongue inside his mouth, we kiss in complete abandonment, my hand darting back to his crotch.

  "My turn now," I tell Daniel in a single breath, pushing him back against the counter and moving fast, going down to my knees. I don’t even bother with pulling his boxers down: I just lean forward, pressing my open mouth against his shaft and over the fabric. I suck on it, his scent blending my own and I close my eyes and curl my fingers around the hem of his boxers. I tug them in one quick movement, and his cock jumps out and hits me straight in the mouth, the taste of salty pre-cum making its way from my tongue to my brain in a hurry.

  "Like I said, mine’s bigger," I tease him, looking up at him and grabbing his cock by the root. I start stroking him at once, throwing all subtlety away - I go fast and hard right from the start, flicking my wrist so fast that the muscles in my forearm even start to complain. Still stroking him, I lean into him and wrap my lips around his cock, pushing myself down until I have all of his length inside my mouth. One thing’s for sure: he’s not bigger than me. You can take that to the bank. Thing is, I’m pretty that I’m not bigger than he is. Yeah, we’re a match made in heaven, it seems. Karen’s a lucky girl, I guess.

  I go as fast as I can, using one hand and my mouth at the same time. I take my free hand to his balls, rolling them over my spread fingers, and I just close my eyes and surrender to the sweet reality I’m living in: I’m sucking Daniel, my stepfather, and this is someth
ing that’s going to keep happening for a very long time.

  Wanting to taste every single inch of him, I pop his cock out of my mouth and then tilt my head sideways, much like he did before, and press my lips against the side of his shaft. I slide them to the root, and then just open mouth against and rest my mouth against his balls. Just like his cock, they’re also plus sized, and I can’t help but to open my mouth and suck one in. It fills my mouth completely, and I just lap at it with my tongue before deciding to go all the way: I make one mighty effort to open my mouth even more, and then I take his other ball inside of me. I keep still like that, lapping at both his balls with my tongue as I somehow manage to keep them inside my mouth.

  "And you say I know what I’m doing? You’re a natural, Colt," Daniel says, resting both his hands on my head. I let his balls pop out of my mouth, and then just look him in the eye.

  "Of course. Whatever it is I want to do, I always make sure to do it right," I shoot back, working his cock with my hand again. I keep on stroking him as I stand, and then just lean in and kiss him. With one hand on my waist, he takes the other one to my cock and then starts stroking me as well, our movements completely in sync. I bet Karen would enjoy seeing us right now, I think to myself, my brain buzzing with anticipation as I already imagine how good it’s going to be the next time the three of us are together.

  We keep jerking each other, our eyes locked as both our hands keep that pendulum motion going. Daniel slides the hand he has on my waist down to my ass, digging his finger into my ass cheeks and pulling me in.

  "Come, Colt," he whispers against my ear, and I feel my cock spasming against his fingers. I can’t fucking believe he really can make me cum on command. Oh, he’s good, he’s really fucking good.

  "I’m going to," I breathe, grinding my teeth so hard they might just shatter into a thousand little shards. I’m on the verge of cumming when an idea suddenly comes to life inside my mind. Wasting no time, I take my free hand to the cupboard above Daniel’s head and pull on the door. I have to concentrate to grab a martini glass, but I manage to pick it up without breaking it.

  "What are you doing?" He asks me, and I can tell that he has an idea about what I’m about to do. Genius recognizes genius, remember that? And a filthy mind recognizes a filthy mind.

  "Wait and see," I tell him, struggling to get the words out as I feel my semen burning up my shaft. I let go of Daniel’s cock and place the glass right between the two of us, and he immediately angles my cock down at it. "Fuck!" I groan as I explode, pleasure stabbing every inch of my body and crushing my rational mind in a fraction of a second.

  I gush a stream of cum into the glass, and I can’t take my eyes out of it as thick strands of white semen start filling it up. Daniel holds my cock down, keeping the tip aimed straight at the center of the glass, and there’s a big smile on his face as he does it. Yeah, I might be completely filthy when I lose all control, but so is he. And Karen too, for that matters. I guess the three of us really share the same traits, even though we’re not blood related.

  I keep on shooting my seed until the glass is half full, and only then does my cock give a dying spasm against Daniel’s fingers. Gently, he lets go of my shaft and I take a step back, closing my eyes and breathing in as I try to reel from the burning sensation of ecstasy that burned down my mind.

  Finally breathing like a regular human being, I open my eyes and smile at Daniel. Raising the glass, I swirl it, watching as my thick white fluids dance inside the glass. It’s only half-full, so it’s pretty clear what needs to happen now.

  I close the distance between me and Daniel, grabbing his cock with one hand and holding the glass in the other one. I resume my stroking motion, going fast right from the start, and I can already feel slight spasms taking over his shaft. I try to go even faster, and when I start feeling the spasms growing fiercer against my fingers, I act quickly and push his cock down, pointing it straight at the glass while I hold it right in front of him.

  He cums with one violent spasm, his cock jerking so harshly against my hand that I almost let go of it. I keep on grabbing him, though, and I manage to aim the raging river of cum straight at the center of glass. His semen splashes on top of my own, and I watch in a trance as Daniel fills up the glass.

  He keeps on shooting until the glass is brimming with both our fluids, but then he keeps on cumming some more. His semen goes over the edge, dripping down the curved surface of the glass and going over my fingers. Only when heavy beads of cum start to pool on the floor under the glass does he stop, throwing his head back and groaning loudly.

  "Fuck, this was amazing," he says, licking his lips and looking straight at me.

  "And it isn’t over yet," I tell him, raising the glass and swirling it right in front of his face. Drops of cum drip down from the rim, so I guess we’re going to have to take care of it. Right now. "Do the honors," I add, smiling as if I were handing him a cocktail. I guess that, in a sense, it really is a cocktail. A cum cocktail - I figure that’d be a hit among certain circles.

  Taking the glass out of my hand, he doesn’t even blink as he brings it up to his lips. He sips on it, and I feel my heart racing again as I see his lips glistening from the cum that coats them. Taking a hearty gulp, he then reaches for me with the glass; I keep frozen in place as he takes it to my lips and tilts it, and I open my lips and let the blend of both our juices drip down into my mouth. I’m doing all this on pure instinct, my conscious mind asleep in a far off place.

  I close my eyes as the cum coats my tongue, the salty flavor of it making me lightheaded. I don’t swallow - I keep it all inside my mouth and, the moment Daniel takes the glass out from my lips, I just push his hand to the side and lean toward him.

  We kiss at once, our mouths fitting as if they were the missing pieces in an indecent puzzle. Our tongues start to dance over the cum still inside our mouths, and a violent shiver goes up my spine as I feel it dripping down both our chins.

  "This is crazy," I say as we pull back, Daniel’s mouth and chin glistening from the heavy layer of cum that coats his skin.

  "That’s right," he agrees, "and that’s what makes it so good." Still with that devilish expression on his face, he dips two of his fingers inside the glass and then takes them to my lips, painting them in the white. I do the same, mimicking his movements, and lay a thick strand of semen right on the crevice between his lips. He scoops it up with the tip of his tongue, and then leans into me and licks my lips, cleaning them up.

  Placing the glass down on the counter, I press my back against the wall, closing my eyes just for a second and allowing everything that happened to sink in. Fuck, it seems that everyday I spend inside this house that the craziness keeps on leveling up. Which suits me just fine, if you ask me. The crazier the better.

  I turn to Daniel, and the sight of his naked body is enough to make my cock twitch again. Yeah, I’m ready to go again. Give me a few seconds and I’ll be hard enough for round two – and this time we’ll use more than just our mouths.

  That's when his phone goes off in his study. He has a separate line there.

  His eyes jerk towards the sound. He rarely gets calls there. Usually only during something really important.

  "Fuck," he says and draws away and I exhale in a bit of disappointment.

  Daniel walks out of the kitchen towards his office.

  But I'm not worried.

  We're finally all together.

  And we have tomorrow, and the next day. And then forever.

  Right?

  Karen

  I've made up my mind. Things between Colt, Daniel, and I are so good that we should be together. Not just for the summer, but in a real relationship. I want everyone to be happy; Daniel’s worked hard to ensure that everything stays afloat and all mom’s done is snort it up her nose… and then she disappeared I believe Daniel when he says that he can turn things around. If anyone can do it, he can.

  And Colt's got a promising football career ahead of him. There�
��s no point worrying about his finances. Or his side of the finances, which mainly include the house. The only problem is that although we can put the house on the market today, it doesn’t mean that it will sell straight away. The whole process takes time. The best thing to do would be to get my family lawyer to sort out the paperwork.

  "Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Williams," I announce to the blonde receptionist as she smiles at me. I didn’t even tell the boys where I was going; I told them that I was going to get my nails done.

  I knew that both of them would want to come with me. Besides, I needed a break. There are two of them and they love taking turns. I’m only one girl, and as much as I love fucking them both, I’m not Superwoman.

  "Mr. Williams says that he’ll be a few minutes. He’s running a little late today."

  I smile as I think about how long he’s going to be. The boys will probably be sleeping and will have more energy when I get home. I don’t want to be out too late. Not today, because I could do with a little sleep myself.

  "Would you like a coffee or something while you wait?"

  Usually, I would say no, but today I need something to get me through the day. "I could do with some coffee."

  She smiles back. "Okay, do you want milk and sugar too?"

  "Yes, the full works."

  "Been a long day?"

  I wonder if the tiredness is showing on my face. I feel embarrassed that I’m only in my early 20s and yet I feel like a 40 year old already.

  "It’s just the way you said ‘the works,’" the receptionist continues, reading the embarrassment on my face.

  "Ah, yes it’s been a long day, and it’s only twelve in the afternoon."