by Alexa Rynn
“You’re a good little kisser. You know how to work that mouth, huh?” She doesn’t say anything and I let my eyes drift down to her boobs. “Look at you in that little dress. You wore it just to tease me, didn’t you? I know your tricks, Lizzie. The question is did you wear a sexy little bra, too?”
She doesn’t answer again, looking down from my gaze with a guilty expression on her face. My cock starts to rise in my pants. Fuck. “Why don’t you show me like a good girl? Pull that dress down and show me your bra.”
She reaches down slowly and pulls the fabric of her dress down, revealing a neon green bra with flowers. It was so tight that her fluffy tits were overflowing out of it.
“Just like I thought, you’re such a bad girl, Lizzie. Trying to tease me. Now pull them out of that bra.” She hesitates. “Now.”
She pulls one out and then the other, letting them fall perfectly against her chest. I had almost forgot how beautiful they were. Huge and natural with nice big nipples that were sticking straight out.
I reach out and grab one in my hand, massaging it slowly while I look into her eyes. “You’re so nasty, Lizzie. I can’t believe you’re making me do this to you. Rub on your big boobs at your uncle’s house with your family just a few feet away. You’re so nasty.”
She moans into my touch and I smirk. “You like that, huh? You like when I play with your big pink tits, huh? Or should I say my tits?” I laugh, using both hands to massage them now. They barely fit into my hands they were so fucking big.
“Yes,” she whispers. “They are all yours.”
I dig my face into her boobs, getting lost in them. I lick around one of her huge nipples before shoving the entire thing in my mouth. I suck on it really hard for a good twenty seconds or so before dropping it and switching to her other one, not taking my eyes off of her the entire time.
I loved her big nipples.
“I can’t believe you’re making me suck on your nipples with your dad a room away, Lizzie. You’re so nasty. You like hooking up with me when your dad is in the next room, Lizzie?”
She doesn’t answer, breathing heavy and watching me kiss all over her tits instead. “Mmm,” I moan. “It’s okay, we all know who your real daddy is, anyway.”
She ignores me and I pick my head up to look at her. “Don’t we, Lizzie?”
She laughs a little, trying to play it off as a joke. “We better get back out there before someone figures out we left.” She starts pulling her dress back up but I stop her, yanking her hands down and making her keep her huge smooth boobs out.
“Shh,” I say as I nuzzle her neck. “No one is going to notice. Come on, daddy missed his little girl, don’t leave yet.” I kiss her again on the lips, not letting her go anywhere.
We make out for a few minutes and then I slip my hand between her legs. She was all fucking wet like a bad baby girl. She pulls away, pushing my hand away. “We can’t, we have to go back.”
I push her hand away and shove my hand between her legs again. “Come on, just let me feel you for a second. Daddy wants to see how wet he made you.” I shove my hand inside of her panties before she has time to resist again and shove it inside of her tight little pussy.
She gasps as I feel all around her wetness.
“Oh, yeah. You’re nice and wet, baby girl.” I shove my fingers in and out of her fast, finger fucking her. She was so dripping wet, I couldn’t stand it. “Who’s your daddy, Lizzie?”
She moans as I keep fingering her.
“Say it, Lizzie. Say who your daddy is.”
“You are, you’re my daddy,” she finally says.
“Good girl, now cum for your daddy like a good little girl, Lizzie.”
She moans as I keep sticking my fingers in and out of her sweet little pussy. “Yeah, good girl, that’s daddy’s good little girl, cum all over for me.”
My words send her over the edge and she bursts all over my fingers.
I yank my fingers out of her and suck on her juicy cum. I grab her while she pants heavily, trying to get herself under control again, and kiss her on the lips. “See how good you taste?” I ask her.
She nods and I laugh. “God, you’re so fucking nasty. Get on your knees,” I demand, undoing my pants and pulling my huge hard cock out. “I’m going to look at you while I jerk off then I’m going to cum all over your boobs so you have to walk around for the rest of the day with my semen all over your fluffy pink titties.”
I shove her down on her knees before she has time to answer and start to beat my dick back and forth while I look at her pretty little face. She shakes her huge titties up and down with her hands, giving me a nice little show.
“Who’s your daddy, Lizzie?”
“You are,” she tells me. “You’re the best daddy I ever had.”
The words send me over the edge and my cum goes flying all over the place. All over her big boobs and sexy little green bra. “Oh, fuck, that’s so hot, Lizzie! Yeah! Daddy like that a lot!”
She gets up quickly, trying to dress herself. “I really have to go! It’s been way to long already.” She starts to leave the pantry but I grab her, pulling her back.
I stick my hand up her dress and yank her matching green panties down and bring them up to my nose to smell. “I’ll be keeping this as a little present for your daddy.” I shove them in my pocket. “Now have fun out there, walking around with no panties on like the nasty little girl you are.”
She turns around and I smack her ass hard as she walks away.
Now that’s what I call a fucking cookout.
Chapter 14
LACEY
I had been avoiding Ethan ever since our little run in in the kitchen the day before. And I had been ignoring Austin ever since he said he wouldn’t tell Ethan about what had happened between the two of us if I agreed to play along with his stupid little game.
I couldn’t believe what a creep he was.
It was his fault I was even in this situation to begin with!
And now I had to worry about going along with his stupid plan.
I had been thinking about nothing but what he had said for the last 24 hours, locking myself in my room and considering all my options.
In the end the choice was simple. I needed Ethan, no matter what the cost. And that’s what I keep telling myself as I walk into Austin’s room and close the door behind me.
He looks up from where he’s sitting on his bed, surprised.
“Okay,” I say. “So tell me the rules.”
Chapter 15
LACEY
I cross my hands across my chest uncomfortably and glance around the lingerie department of the department store, I’m convinced at any moment that someone I know is going to come walking in and catch me shopping for underwear with my stepbrother. And how exactly would I explain that one?
Gee, well, you see what happened was that I’ve been obsessed with my stepbrother Ethan for years and when I came home for thanksgiving break we finally hooked up. Only I came to find out that it was really his twin stepbrother, Austin, just pretending to be Ethan in order to get me into bed. And I was scared once Ethan found out I slept with Austin he would never look at me the same way and any chance at being in a relationship with him would be ruined so I decided to play along with Austin’s twisted game for the entire week and do everything that he said.
Yeah, it was a sure way to make my entire family look crazy.
And I guess in a way we were.
Austin holds up a green lacey bra that looks like it would barely fit over one of my nipples let alone my entire boob. I cross my hands over my chest and scowl at him.
Austin grins. “Now, sis, that’s not the attitude I was hoping for on our shopping trip.”
It was the Monday after Austin and me had slept together and he had gotten me up at the crack of dawn before anyone was awake to take me out shopping. It was one of his rules in his game of control over me for the next seven days. I had to wear whatever he picked out for me. Somehow the knowledge
that I was wearing whatever he wanted me to got him all hot and bothered.
It was ridiculous. And I couldn’t believe I was actually doing it but every time I started to have second thoughts I saw the image of Ethan popping into my head, Ethan who was perfect for me in every way. Ethan who I had known I belonged with ever since I met him. And if following Austin’s fucked up rules for a week was all I had to do to get this mess to go away forever than I would do it.
“Okay, I think we have enough for now,” Austin says. His muscular arms are covered in all different sorts and colors of panties and bras. “Let’s get to the dressing rooms.”
I roll my eyes but follow him anyway. Under any other circumstances I might find the situation amusing. Austin walking around carrying a bunch of women’s lingerie, he looked so out of place with his broad frame and sexy dark features. But being there because he was making me took the humor out of it all together.
Once we reach the dressing room I start grabbing the garments out of Austin’s arms with more force than necessary and scowling at him. The lady who Austin flagged down to help us is all smiles and has a glossy look in her eyes whenever she looks at him.
“It’s so nice to see a man who’s not afraid to take his girlfriend out shopping for this kind of thing. Most men would be intimidated just setting foot in this department!” She practically squeals as she opens up one of the fitting rooms for us.
I roll my eyes but of course Austin is eating it up like the bigheaded jerk he is. “I’ve always been very comfortable with my sexuality ever since I was younger,” he tells the woman as he puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer to him, not even bothering to correct the fact that I’m not his girlfriend. Of course, it might be a little weird if he admitted he was my stepbrother and out shopping with me for this kind of thing.
“Well, it certainly shows,” the woman says to him, giggling a little.
I feel a little pain of jealously creep into my body, which is stupid and makes no sense. I mean the woman is at least 10 years older than us but still for all she knows Austin really is my boyfriend and she’s just falling all over him right in front of me. It’s really rude.
“I know you aren’t supposed to do this kind of thing but do you think I could sneak in there with her?” Austin says it in kind of a whisper, like the two of them are sharing a private secret that no one else can know about.
My eyes grow wide. “Oh, no. That’s actually-“
“I mean I am the one who’s going to be seeing them, I just want to make sure she makes the right choices, that she gets the ones that look the best on her.”
I can practically see the smoke that’s shooting out of my ears. The ones that look best on me, was he kidding? He was being so sexiest right now. Like I needed a man to tell me what underwear looked good or bad on me. Asshole.
To my horror the woman just keeps giggling. “Of course,” she whispers. “Go on in, it’ll be our little secret.”
“Thanks so much,” Austin says, reaching out to pat her on the shoulder.
Wow. Way to flirt with another woman right in front of me. I hated the annoyance that was taking over my body from his actions but I pushed it out just as soon as it had come, convincing myself it wasn’t jealously but just aggravation toward the situation as a whole.
Once the door is safely shut behind us I toss a bunch of the underwear in my hand at his face. “You can’t be in here with me!” I hiss.
He pushes the flying garments away from his face. “Stop that!”
“Get out of here!” I demand.
Austin smirks and sits down on the small seat that lines the wall of the tiny dressing room. “No way. I’m not going to miss you trying this stuff on. I need a nice mental picture of what’s going on underneath your clothes. Besides, how will I know what my favorites are if I don’t see them on you?”
“I don’t care if you know or not! You aren’t going to watch while I try on a bunch of skimpy lingerie! It’s gross!”
Austin laughs. “It’s not gross, it’s sexy.” He holds up a bright yellow thong. “Maybe we should start with this.”
“I won’t try anything on in front of you,” I tell him, crossing my arms across my chest.
Austin raises his eyebrows at me. “My rules, Lacey. Remember?”
“I’m not doing it!” I tell him, challenging his authority.
Austin shrugs; like he could care less either way then gets up from where he’s sitting. “Okay, suit yourself.”
He has the door open and he’s halfway out it before I stop him. I don’t know what I thought would happen. That I would put my foot down and he would let me get away with changing the rules or something? It was a stupid plan and one that he had made clear within seconds wasn’t going to work. He was in charge and I was his puppet, at least for now.
“Fine, fine,” I sigh, pulling him back inside the dressing room and closing the door behind him.
He smirks, happy that he’s won. He takes his seat back on his post and watches me closely as I pick up the yellow thong and bra set that he wanted me to try on first. I hold the fabric in my hands, turning it back and forth between my fingers. It was so skimpy and thin, not the kind of thing I would ever pick up if I went shopping for bras and panties alone.
Austin watches me closely and finally I hand the thin laces over to him. “Hold them.” He takes them without a word and I start to pull my gray tank top over my head. But before I can fully get it off, Austin’s hands are over mine, keeping it in place. For a second I think he might have changed his mind and doesn’t want to see me dress and undress after all but the notion is short lived when he wraps his hands around my writs and pulls me closer to his sitting body.
“Let me help you,” he whispers. His voice is all raspy and sexy and I immediately feel my heart start to thud heavier inside of my chest. He sets the yellow items in his lap and slowly runs his fingers up and down the side of my shirt. After a few seconds he starts to pull it slowly up my stomach, running his fingers up and down my skin with ease. He yanks the shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor like it’s a piece of garbage. Shivers shoot up and down my body as he runs his fingertips up and down the side of my skin, never taking his gaze away from me the entire time.
I force myself to slow my heart race down. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that this is turning me on in any way. I see a smirk creep onto his face and a flash of annoyance creeps through me when I realize I’m too late, he’s already well too aware of what he’s doing to me.
“Austin,” I whisper, not trusting myself to talk fully.
He doesn’t answer, choosing instead of take his hands and run them up and down my legs a few times before popping the button on my shorts open. He uses his fingertips to tease my skin around the fabric slowly, waiting for what feels like forever to finally slip them off.
I suddenly feel nervous standing in front of him in just my bra and panties, I know it’s silly since just a few days ago I was having sex with him. But still… here… and now…it just felt weird.
He looks my body up and down with his intense and beautiful gaze, enjoying every second. I put my hands over my chest as a immediate reaction and he immediately yanks my hands down to the side of my body, enjoying the power he has over me.
He yanks me toward him, aggressive now, and I can’t help but gasp. He smiles at that then yanks my underwear down and kicks them across the floor. He holds the yellow material out for me to step into and I obey, letting him take his time sliding them up my body. Next he unsnaps my bra effortlessly, disregarding it the same way he did with my underwear seconds earlier.
He doesn’t slip the yellow bra on me right away, instead enjoying the fact that he gets to look at my boobs for as long as he wants.
“Austin,” I say, looking away from his piercing gaze. “This is wrong.”
He smirks, taking the yellow bra and slipping them over my boobs and reaching around my back to buckle it. “Yeah? It feels really wron
g,” he jokes as he runs his fingers over one of my boobs through the fabric.
I feel myself starting to turn red and force myself to regain my composure for about the millionth time since we walked into the dressing room. I hated myself for even agreeing to this plan. Hated myself for going along with any of Austin’s sick games that fed his need for power. But it was for Ethan. It was so I could have a chance with the man that I really wanted. The man I had always wanted.
“Turn around,” he demands.
I sigh and then swing my body around in a circle for him.
Austin shakes his head. “No. Do it again, slower.”
I meet his gaze for a second but don’t move.
“Again,” he tells me, challenging me. “Slower.”
I obey him, knowing that giving him attitude won’t change the fact that I’m going to eventually do what he says anyway.
The whole routine continues for the next twenty minutes or so. Austin helping me put on multiple pairs of undergarments and sexy lingerie to make sure that he likes the way they look on me. The whole thing is a total waste of time since of course he ends up liking every single thing he picked out, just like I knew he would. Under normal circumstances I would welcome someone taking me to the mall and spending hundreds of dollars on new things for me but not like this, not under these circumstances.
Finally, we’re down to the last thing I have to try on. It’s a little orange thong and matching silk bra with a diamond border on it. It’s something I would never even consider wearing on my own but Austin is obsessed with it. He keeps making me turn around over and over again and telling me how sexy I look.
“Sexy? I look more like a stripper,” I tell him, annoyed.
“Mm,” Austin moans. “My stripper.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay. Are we done? Can I get dressed now?” I start to gather my clothes from where Austin disreguarded them all over the small space so I can get dressed and get the hell out of there. I was trying to tell myself that it was because he was becoming more and more annoying and full of himself in my eyes and I couldn’t stand the sight of him for very much longer. And I’m sure that was part of it but deep down I knew it was more than that, too. The truth was that I was only human and as annoying as Austin was he was still fine as hell. Needless to say as much as I hated to admit it this whole situation was starting to turn me on.
