Pretend Daddy: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Amy Brent

  "Okay, James," I start, leaning forward.

  He meets me so our faces are close. The hum of the boat engine is loud anyway.

  "What do you want for those pictures?" I whisper.

  "What do you mean?" he asks with a wolfish grin.

  "Come on, James," I hiss.

  "I don't know if I want to give them up."

  I try to snatch his phone again, but he stops me fast. I wish he wasn't so athletic.

  "You know you've done a lot of asshole things to me, but this could be the worst."

  He raises his eyebrows.

  "Well, why should I stop now?"

  I chew on my lip. Why does he have to be so fucking sexy and evil?

  "Come on, James?" I try to plead in a soft voice, "Please."

  He looks down at his phone and back at me. My fingertips trace along my bra, gently stroking the skin of my upper breast. "Be a good big brother and give me the phone or delete those photos."

  "Okay," he says slowly. "As soon as you suck my cock."

  My hands drop.

  "What?"

  He raises his eyebrows and winks.

  "Big brother wants his little sister to suck his cock."

  I wrinkle my nose and stare at him.

  "I hate you."

  "Good, and I’m falling in love with you!"

  I lean back feeling defeated. He smiles at me. I cannot believe he is blackmailing his step-sister into sucking his cock. That is going pretty far, but part of me likes it. I shake my head and ignore the tingling in my pussy.

  "So, after this little boat ride," I start, avoiding his dark brown eyes. "We will meet back in your room."

  "Oh, don't look so defeated, sis. I don't think you will suffer so much."

  He's right. I won't. I have thought about sliding his long hard cock into my mouth many times, just not like this. I roll my eyes and turn away from him.

  After the boat cruise, we make plans with our parents to meet up for a late lunch, early dinner. I follow James back to our rooms and go into his. It’s the exact same as mine, except his clothes, are on the ground. He sits down on the bed and looks up at me. He then takes his phone out of his pocket and places down next to him.

  "Do you need help warming up?" I ask, staring at him raising my eyebrow. I am not sure how much he is expecting of me. I feel like we need to have a lawyer involved in this process.

  He shakes his head.

  "Nope."

  "Jesus, you are an animal," I say, bending down on to my knees. I sigh and reach up pulling down his trousers. His hard cock appears in front of my face. The sigh of his raging erection turns me on. I've missed his cock more than I realize, but I have to stay strong. He is the one who needs to know what it’s like to get fucked and not the kind way. My tongue slowly begins to lick his boner. He closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh. I twist my tongue around the whole piece flicking on his sensitive head. He gasps. "You are really good at this, Sam." Then in one movement, my lips wrap around his shaft.

  "Jesus - oh, fuck," he murmurs, sticking his hips out and sending his cock deep down my throat. I work my neck bobbing up and down. I want him to love every second of it. My hand grasps the base of the shaft, and I begin to jerk him off, while my mouth travels down to his sensitive balls, where I start to taste. My tongue moves around the skin, and I moan. He tenses at the sounds I make. I jerk faster, and he grunts.

  My mouth returns to his cock. I change my pace, so I go fast, allowing his dick to slide down to the back of my throat. He moans again. Knowing I am bringing him so much pleasure makes me wet. I push my pussy against his leg and rub it against him, offering some relief. I feel his cock starting to throb and twitch on my tongue. It has swollen to its largest size. I know he is about to blow. I don't miss a beat. His tilts his head back, and his hand reaches down to press on my head. But I am faster than him. My hand snaps and I grab his phone. He doesn't even notice. Pre-cum leaks onto my tongue and I slurp it up eagerly.

  "I - I am going -"

  I snap my head away. He looks down at me. I quickly stand up and run to the door connecting our rooms and slide into mine, locking it as soon as I reach the other side.

  "Fuck me," he whines sitting up slamming his fists into the mattress. I laugh like a little school girl.

  "Looks like you got played, brother."

  "Fuck! Samantha that was low."

  "Well, you fucking deserve it."

  I open his camera roll. I bite my lip. There aren't any photos of me. The little shit lied to me to get me to suck his cock. The worst part is I didn't fight him. I wanted to do it. But he's suffering now. That's for sure. I open the door and throw the phone on his bed.

  "I'm not sorry."

  He lifts his head and stares at me. His red, swollen dick stares up at the ceiling. I almost run over and sit on it, it looks that appetizing, but I shut the door before he can say anything back.

  Chapter 9

  James

  This trip has been hell for me. Everything Samantha does gives me a boner. It doesn't matter. It’s like she has cursed my cock. Even just sitting across from me at dinner now, her tongue swirls around her spoon, and her lips suck on the tip of the metal. Throughout the trip, she prances around me on the beach in those little bathing suits. Her large round tits always bounce up and down glistening in the sun. They make my mouth water; I just want to suck on them. And then her ass is always out and up, just needing to be slapped. She makes sure to ask me to put sun screen on her every day, always moaning and whimpering like I'm fucking her.

  "You okay?" she asks, taking another bite. Her tongue flicks the small piece of cake before she bites it. Our parents seem completely oblivious to her sexual displays. And then at night, late at night, I can hear her panting and moaning as she plays with herself underneath the covers, begging to be fucked. I know she wants it, but she is trying to use it against me. I might go crazy if I don't get a release soon.

  "I'm fine," I sigh, ripping a piece of bread apart and throwing it in my mouth. She smiles and sticks her finger in the whip cream frosting. She takes her time sucking on her finger slowly, moving in and out between her lips. I watch, taking in every second she gives me. I know that next opportunity she gives me, I just need to fuck her so good, she will want more.

  "Well," Stanley begins. "It has been a great trip with you two. And we are so happy to be starting a family together. You guys are the two best kids anyone could ask for. Cheers."

  He raises his glass of wine and we all cheer. Mine and Samantha's eyes lock onto each other as our glasses clink. We both find some sort of sick humor in our parent's ignorance to this game we are playing. We haven't talked about it, but the fact everything has to be sneaky only makes it more erotic. The trip is almost over, and she thinks she's won, but she hasn't. I still have a few days left. She hasn't even given me a chance to explain myself or to tell her about Mallory . Maybe then she could stop with all of this damned shit that is giving me blue balls every night. If I don't do something soon, this whole trip will have been crazy, and then we will just go home, back to our normal lives. I need to talk to her.

  That night, I wait outside of her bedroom door. She stares at me as she comes down the hall. She and her mom had gotten their nails done at the spa resort.

  "Awww…, have you been waiting for me?" she cooes in a little baby voice.

  I stare at her and nod.

  "As a matter of fact I have."

  "That's so cute," she says, opening her door. I grab the side of it before she can shut it.

  "James!" she shouts, trying to close it. "Let me in my room." I can't help but notice as she tries to pull the door close, her breast has fallen out of her swim suit top. She lets go and scoops it back in. I use this opening to slide into the room and shut us both in. She sighs, defeated and folds her arms.

  "What the hell are you trying to do right now?" she asks, grabbing a robe and throwing it over herself.

  "I would like to talk to you like the actual adults
that we are," I say firmly. She rolls her eyes in response.

  "Okay fine. What would you like to talk about? We can talk about how much of a cheater you are. “

  "Samantha," I say calmly sitting down on the chair. She huffs and walks out to the patio throwing the door open. "Or should we talk about how we are step-siblings, and this is all messed up?" I raise my eyebrows and lean back in the seat.

  "Why are you teasing me?" I ask.

  She turns her head.

  "What are you talking about?"

  "Why are you being such a tease?"

  She smiles.

  "I'm not teasing anyone."

  "Yes - you are. Your tits are always out. You always find a way to rub them against me. You moan when I put sun screen on you. I see the way you eat and talk. You are the world’s biggest tease."

  "James," she acts so shocked resting her hand on her chest. "I would never tease my step brother. You need to stop thinking of me like that. What a bad boy you are!"

  "Just like you would never suck your step brother's cock?"

  She smiles.

  "I cannot believe you accuse me of these things."

  "Okay, come on, Sam."

  "I mean - you really think I was doing all of that for your attention?"

  I nod.

  "I do."

  She smiles and slowly slides her hand under robe to her breast. Her bathing suit top suddenly falls to the ground unclasped, then her bottoms, so she is completely naked under the robe. She starts to rub her breasts and pinch her nipples.

  "Stop," I say rolling my eyes. "You can't do this."

  "Do what?" she unfastens the belt of the robe, so it falls open just enough so I can see her little pussy peeking through. "I'm just getting ready for bed."

  "No, you are not. You are clearly trying to get some sort of reaction out of me." My cock has already grown full size. Her fingers trace down her stomach. She climbs on the bed, so she is on her knees in front of mine. Her hand continues its descent down to her pussy.

  "Sam," I say. My breathing has gotten faster, and my heart rate greatly increased. "Stop."

  She doesn't listen to me. Her fingers slide back and forth along her slit, slowly, methodically. She starts to masturbate right in front of me. So many nights, I have yearned to see this, hearing her.

  "What are you trying to do?" I ask her. She tilts her head back and opens her mouth slowly. The robe opens up more, and I have a clear view of that magnificent body. Her bright pink nipples point out at me. Her cunt sparkles from being wet in the light of the hotel. I lick my lips, what I would do for a taste of her.

  "Samantha."

  She opens her eyes. Her breathing has also increased. Her face is flushed and her lips red and swollen. She must love torturing me. I know it turns her on, but this is a whole new level.

  "What?" she whispers. Her wet finger tips lift up, and she twists on those nipples, whimpering with each tug.

  "If you don't stop, I don't know if I will be able to control myself.” She laughs. One of her hands moves to her backside where she gently starts to stroke her ass. Fuck. She closes her eyes again.

  "Well, you shouldn't have fucked up, brother."

  I bite the inside of my cheek. My hand begins to rub my cock on the outside of my shorts. I can't help it anymore, I have to do something.

  "You're right; I shouldn't have," I say breathily, watching her as she continues to pleasure herself. God, she is so hot. I can see the juice slowly seeping out of the lips between her legs. Her hand rubs faster and faster. A gentle moan escapes from her throat. Her eyes lock onto mine.

  "If you don't stop, I am going to fuck you," I say. She smiles again, another gasp slips between her lips.

  "That turns me on," she says.

  "What?" I growl back.

  "Hearing you say that you are going to fuck me."

  "Is that what you want? For your step brother to fuck you." Her hand moves faster. She starts to rock her hips. Her other hand's paws at those large tits, pulling on them.

  "Yes," she says. "I want him to fuck me so that I can cum on his cock." I am about to blow right there. My fingers fumble, but I rip my pants off, pulling them down. My cock emerges finally, hard and ready for her.

  "Look at how big you are," she murmurs, her eyes full and eager. I waste no time, meeting her on the bed. We don't kiss or touch. I get behind her, so my hard cock pushes against her ass. My hand falls on her back, and I push her down, so her face buries in the blanket. Her pussy is so wet my dick slides right in with ease. She screams with pleasure as her tight cunt is stretched with my shaft. I groan at the release, as I am finally inside of her. My hips work furiously, pumping into her.

  "Is this what you want?" I ask through my teeth. Her ass slaps together when my hips dive into her.

  "Oh, fuck yes, James," she cries out. She shakes her ass side to side, moving my cock while I am inside of her. "You feel so good inside of me," she pants. I keep moving hard, not letting go. One of my hands reaches to her front and finds her engorged clit, and the other slips into her tight little ass hole. She cries out.

  "Fuck!"

  "Do you like that?" I ask.

  "Uh...ah," is all she responds. I work her clit and little asshole, while my dick continues to work inside of her. It isn't long until she cums. Every part of her contracts around me. It's enough to send me over as well. Her pussy gets so tight, my dick almost slides out, but I grasp her hips and pull onto me. I dive into her. My dick throbs and pulses with the orgasm. I cry out with her as my load spills it’s seed into her. She whimpers as I cum inside of her. Out of breath, I fall back in the bed, beside her. She remains quiet and still for a moment. Her chest rises and falls as she gathers herself. I look over. Her body worn and tired, her breasts rising and falling, the sight of it all, begins to excite me again. Is there no relief? I ask myself as my cock starts up again. My hand reaches down between her legs where it begins to stroke gently. Her eyes shoot open.

  "What are you doing?" she asks.

  "I need more of you," I whisper into her ear. My fingers slowly slide into her. She closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. She gently pulls my hand away.

  "Goodnight, James," she whispers.

  "Please, Sam."

  She smiles and nuzzles into the pillows.

  "I don't think you are in a place to ask anything of me."

  I stare at her naked body. Being denied only makes me hornier. But I sit up and return to my room.

  Chapter 11

  Sam

  Waves crash onto the shore of the beach. I wiggle my toes into the sand and close my eyes. It's the last night out here, and I still don't know where I stand with James. I lay back on the towel and look up at the starry skies. It’s really messed up. I wish I could back in time to find the college-aged Samantha with her friends and ask them all to just stay in that night and rent a movie. Then none of this would happen. Maybe I would even tell my mom to stay away from Stanley. No - I wouldn't do that. At least someone in this family is happy.

  "Hey, Sam," a calm, cool voice says. I open my eyes and see James standing over me. His wavy hair blows softly in the wind. He stares at me, looking like a walking work of art.

  "Well, hello," I say back to him lazily. I close my eyes again and feel him take his spot next to me on the towel. The waves roll in and out, as the moon shines down onto to the water.

  "You know that the beach at night is my favorite place to be in the whole world," he says calmly. His grabs a handful of sand and sifts it through his fingers. I try not to look at it him, but it’s one of the first times he tells me something about himself.

  "That's nice, James," I say, trying to ignore him the best I can. I was looking for some time alone, not to be pestered by my step brother. His hand rests on my upper thigh, and he squeezes them gently. It tickles, and I jerk my leg out from his grip.

  "Don't," I say flatly. He smiles and pulls his hand away.

  "That was a lie."

  "What was?" I ask obvio
usly uninterested.

  "The beach at night isn't my favorite place."

  "What is then?"

  "Being inside of you." I sit up and stare at him in the night. He cocks his head and grins like he just wrote an award-winning poem. "What?" he laughs, dipping forward and pressing himself against me on the towel. I don't fight his friendly embrace. I just let out a sigh and roll over. His body is like a weakness to me. I am addicted to it. Pinned against me on the sandy white beach, my skin on his skin, I have no control. I melt into him, pressing my ass against his cock through his shorts. I do it again, holding it there, slightly rubbing it back and forth as he spoons me.