Her Little (A Novella)

by J. M. Walker

  But at the same time, I wanted to show her what I wanted to do to her. I wanted to feel her body rippling over my tongue. I wanted to watch her thighs tremble around my head as I sucked orgasm after orgasm out of her. I tried with everything in me to control these urges for my sister- in-law but lately, it had only gotten worse. Especially when she was living with my husband and I and I had to see her every damn day. I had to watch her head out to the backyard in her tight little bikini. It was like she had a different one for every day of the week. All of them teeny tiny too. She was deliberately trying to tease me. She had to have been. Who walked around in those types of bikinis? Especially at your brother’s place? Not that they were blood related and stepbrother and sister only, it still didn’t matter.

  I loved my husband.

  He was my life.

  Ever since Rouge, he had been on edge. The dominant man inside of him had only become worse over the weeks. My ass still burned from the spanking I received two nights ago.

  Jude gave me everything I could ever want and hope for. But we were also open-minded. To the point that even before we got married, we talked about bringing a third person into our little duo. But we hadn’t been able to find someone. At first, I just wanted a threesome. To feel someone else’s hands on my body while my husband’s cock was deep inside me. Or to watch a woman ride his face while I swallowed his dick. It didn’t matter. Whatever it was, we wanted it. Every now and again, we would talk about it. The night we went to Rouge was the first night we were both serious about it.

  “I want to watch you fuck another woman,” Jude murmured in my ear. “I want to see you thrust that huge as fuck toy into her and make her fucking scream.”

  I shivered at the memory, the ache between my legs becoming more pronounced as time went on where we didn’t play with Tiffany.

  Movement in the backyard pulled me from my thoughts. Tiffany was heading to the usual lounger she tanned on. She pulled off the towel wrapped around her body, dropping it to the ground behind her.

  My mouth went dry at the sight before me. My eyes scanned every inch of her. Her legs went on for miles, her stomach flat, and the full swell of her breasts pushed against the tiny pink triangles she was wearing today. It left little to no imagination. Especially when I could see her nipples poking against the thin fabric.

  I imagined going down to the pool and inviting her into the water. She would say no because she never went in. Unless it was a really hot day. But usually, she would soak up the sun and go take a cold shower once she was finished. In my little fantasy, she wouldn’t take that shower. She would sit on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. I would swim up to her and touch her knee. Just lightly. Almost as light as a feather. Her breath would catch, and I would grin. Maybe she would lay back on the ground behind her without me having to tell her and then I could feast on her beautiful body.

  My core clenched, dripping with desire for the woman I couldn’t have. Not that Jude would ever deny me access to her. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen him looking a little longer at her. Or seeing the hard-on in his pants every time she went into the house after a day of laying by the pool.

  A small smile splayed on my lips as the memory of the last time I caught him with an erection from watching his stepsister a little too long, slid into my mind.

  “See something you like?” I asked my husband, sidling up to him.

  He jumped, spinning on me and tried shielding himself. “I…I just…I can’t…I’m…”

  I laughed at his stammering. “Baby, don’t worry about it.” I captured his face between my hands and brought his mouth down hard on mine. “I want to fuck her too,” I whispered.

  He sighed, his body relaxing at my confession. “I shouldn’t want her so damn bad.”

  “Neither should I but we’re human and we do,” I told him. Tiffany was the only one I wanted besides my husband and I knew that he would be okay with it. “Let me take care of your issue.” I lowered to my knees, hiding behind the island in the kitchen that he was standing at.

  Hooking my fingers into the waist of his swim shorts, I lowered them to his ankles.

  His heated stare glanced down at me, watching my every move. “She could come in.”

  “I hope she does.” I winked, taking him into my mouth.

  He groaned, latching onto my head and guided me down the length of him.

  I gagged, my lips burning at being opened wide. It was one thing I loved about him. As much as he loved giving me control, he loved it even more when I submitted to him. His hands gripped the sides of my head, thrusting his cock between my lips.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last long,” he groaned.

  My pussy dripped over the fact that Tiffany had gotten him so worked up. Releasing him, I wrapped my hand around the base of his length and started pumping him in hard fast pulls.

  “Shit.” His head snapped up. “She’s coming.”

  “Good, because you’re going to be coming soon too.” I lowered my mouth to the heavy sac beneath his cock and sucked it into my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he breathed.

  “Hey, Jude,” I heard Tiffany say. “Have you seen Mia? I was going to ask her if she wanted to grab lunch while you went with your dad to the house.”

  His dad was a contractor and would eventually be leaving the company to Jude, but he was still young, so that wouldn’t happen any time soon. But it was something that he was working towards.

  “Uh…” Jude coughed. “I’m sure she’d love to go with you. But I—”

  I took that moment to scrape my teeth ever so gently up the length of his dick.

  “I’m sure she’s around somewhere,” he said quickly.

  “Okay, well when you see her, just tell her I’m looking for her.”

  “I will,” Jude grit out.

  When footsteps sounded up the stairs to the second floor of the house, Jude pulled me to my feet, ripped my skirt and panties from my body and bent me over the island. When he thrust all of his inches into me, a scream shattered through me.

  He slapped his hand over my mouth but the fact that Tiffany could possibly hear us only turned me on more.

  My body shuddered at the memory of him fucking me against the island all because we couldn’t have what we really wanted. Not yet anyway.

  “Oh, Jude, we’ll have her. And soon,” I murmured to myself.

  While I watched Tiffany sunbathe from the window in my bedroom, I inched a hand up my thigh and beneath the fabric of my short skirt. I needed a release. Something to take the edge off. Something to curb this craving I had for a woman I shouldn’t want. But I knew my husband wanted her just the same. Maybe I could convince him that the time was near. No, that the time was now. That we had to have her before we lost all thought control and took before we could ease her into it.

  When my fingers brushed ever so slightly over my hot center, a hiss escaped me. I wasn’t wearing panties, hoping Jude would come home for lunch. I imagined him catching me touching myself. I shivered at the thought.

  God, Mia, get it together.

  Says the girl with her hand between her legs.

  Chewing my bottom lip, I brushed the tip of my finger along my clit. A cry left me as a shot of electricity sizzled over my skin.

  A movement from the pool area caught my attention.

  Tiffany sat up, looked around her and slid her hand into the waist of her pink bikini bottoms.

  My eyes widened.

  Without even thinking about it, I opened the window hoping I could hear when she came. When she let herself go. When she thought no one else was around. She knew I was home, so it made me wonder why she didn’t fear that I would catch her. Unless she wanted me to.

  I found that I wanted her to look up at the window and see me watching her. I wanted to get caught. I wanted Jude to walk in and find my hand between my legs. I wanted him to walk up behind me, thrust his cock in my ass while I pleased the ache in my pussy.

  “God.�
� I had it bad. Getting a better idea, I rushed to the drawer in my nightstand and pulled out my favorite vibrator. It was thick, long, and curved to perfection. It pleased that delicious ache between my legs until I could get my husband alone. He enjoyed using it on me from time to time too. Especially when he was fucking me and shoving the toy into the tight spot at my rear.

  I moaned at the memories.

  Heading back to the window, I grabbed the hem of my skirt and held it at my waist as I turned the vibrator on. Turning the setting on high, I didn’t give myself a chance to get used to it and shoved all ten inches inside of me. I cried out, falling to the floor at the rough but intense invasion.

  I was sure that Tiffany heard me but at that point I didn’t care. The vibrations rumbled through me, hitting me in the deepest parts of my soul.

  Slamming the vibrator in and out of me, I imagined that it was Jude deep inside of me. I imagined that it was him taking me to new heights only to bring me down again once he gave the go ahead.

  Somewhere off in the distance, I was vaguely aware of a door closing. My heart sped up. Maybe I would get caught after all.

  ***

  (Jude)

  Ever since my father married Tiffany’s mom, I had tried playing it cool. We had grown up together. Became friends. Best friends in fact. Even though she was my stepsister, I considered her a friend more than family. Really, she was everything to me. When I met Mia back in college, I was nervous to ask her out. She was stunning. Tiff gave me that little shove I needed and the next thing I knew, Mia and I were married. But she wasn’t like any other woman I had ever been with. She was more. She liked women her own self much to my surprise.

  Before we had ever made anything official, she had asked me if Tiffany was seeing anyone. I never understood why she asked, until later on.

  Ever since our night at Rouge, we hadn’t talked much about having a threesome. We had broached the topic in the very beginning of our relationship. Hell, even before then. I wasn’t sure if it was because we had been drinking or what, but the subject didn’t come up often. Not anymore. But I saw the way Mia looked at Tiffany. I wanted to explore it more. With both of them. I loved my wife but wanted to play. And I knew she did too. The last time I got caught staring at my stepsister a little too long, brought out something in my wife that I never realized was there.

  My cock stirred remembering the rough way I had taken her against the kitchen island. My girl enjoyed being fucked dirty and I would give my left nut to watch her do the same with Tiffany.

  While Mia submitted to me, I wanted to watch her fill up my stepsister with that strap on she purchased one night after having a little too much wine. It had been sitting in a box in our closet for months, never to be used. I was open-minded but there was no way I would ever let her use something like that on me. We needed to find someone else because I knew my wife was itching to test out her toy.

  After a long morning working with my father on the new place he was renovating, I was finally home. I knew both of the girls were too. I had every intention of finding Mia and using her for an afternoon session when something caught my eye.

  My feet carried me to the patio window. The closer I got, the wider my eyes became.

  Tiffany was on a lounger in a tiny pink bikini with her hand down her bottoms.

  Fuck me. My dick lengthened at the sight before me.

  From where I stood, I could see her chest rise and fall, her nipples poking against the small fabric covering her full tits. Her stomach was tight, her hips shaking as she forced the pleasure from her body.

  Before I knew what I was doing, I slowly opened the door, careful not to disturb her.

  “God,” I heard her moan.

  What the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t. I wasn’t thinking at all.

  Unbuttoning my jeans, I slipped a hand into the waist. I was about to give myself a little reprieve when I heard a hard cry coming from upstairs.

  Tiffany jumped, pulling her hand from her bottoms.

  I took a step back, doing up my pants and rushed up the stairs.

  Heading to the room I shared with Mia, I was not expecting to see my wife bent over the bed. Her ass was on full display with her hand shoving her favorite toy into her tight juicy cunt.

  She moaned, a light sheen of sweat coating her skin. “Jude.”

  I grinned, unbuttoned my jeans once again and let them fall to the floor around my ankles. Kicking them into the room, I stepped closer and slammed the door closed.

  Mia jumped, her head whipping around. When her eyes landed on me, a sly grin spread on her face. “It’s about time you came home.”

  I chuckled.

  For the next hour or so, I gave us what we wanted but both of us knew that it wasn’t enough.

  At all.

  Tiffany

  I could feel eyes on me. They tickled my heated skin, giving me the courage to keep going and delve my fingers lower into my bikini bottoms.

  Truth was, I knew both Mia and Jude looked at me differently. Especially ever since I moved in with them when I was down on my luck and had no where else to go. But it was like those stares had only become more intense over the past few weeks.

  I had overheard them talking about having a threesome. My stomach had twisted at the thought, unsure how I would feel watching them bring another woman or man up to their bedroom.

  Jealous. That would be how I would feel.

  I knew ever since I was little that I identified as bi-sexual, but I never thought that I would end up having a crush on my stepbrother. But how could I not? Even my friends thought he was hot. With his dark hair and eyes, his tanned skin that looked like he was constantly kissed by the sun and that sexy as hell smirk? My stomach fluttered every time he looked at me a little longer than deemed appropriate.

  My sister-in-law caused the same reaction in me. Maybe even more so. Mia was beautiful. Her long raven black hair that fell down her back in waves enhanced the natural blush in her cheeks. And her blue eyes that felt like they were reaching into my soul to find out all of my dark and dirty secrets, only made things worse.

  I knew without ever saying it out loud that I was in love with her. Had been ever since Jude brought her home. But the lucky bastard snatched her up first.

  I sighed, thinking of all the things I wanted her to do to me. For both of them to do to me. I never had a threesome before, but I was willing to try. I wanted to feel Mia on me, inside me, all throughout every inch of my being. I wondered what her kisses were like. Were they gentle and soft or rough and needy? Jude was rough. I knew because I had seen the fingerprints on her thighs when she wore her tiny little shorts. My mouth would water, my tongue begging to lick along every bruise.

  As time went on where nothing happened between the three of us, it only made this need deep inside of me, worse for them. I went to bed with my hand between my legs because I couldn’t control myself. I woke with my fingers still inside me almost every morning, lately anyway, after falling asleep to dreams of them fucking me.

  I knew that with one touch from either of them, I was going to explode.

  I had every intention of coming out to the backyard to tan but before I knew it, my hands were back between my legs. You would think I was a teenage boy with how many times I had touched myself lately. An ache had settled there ever since I moved in several months ago. It was easier when the three of us didn’t live together but now that we did, this ache only grew.

  Mia was home, I knew that much, but I wasn’t sure where in the house she was. I hadn’t seen her yet. Maybe she had a late night and decided to sleep in. Jude usually came home on his lunches. While I shouldn’t have listened in on them, I couldn’t help it. He had her. For lunch. Literally. I could still hear her screams from the other day as he drove into her with so much force, I felt the impact down to my toes. I shouldn’t have been watching them, but they were an addiction I couldn’t kick.

  My center throbbed, aching to be filled by something other than my own fing
ers. A tingle started in my toes, threatening to consume me. A gasp left me, followed by a hard moan as my hand picked up speed.

  As quickly as the orgasm started, it ended just as fast when I heard a cry from the upstairs bedroom. I pulled my hand from between my legs, sitting up. Looking around me, I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.

  My chest rose and fell, my core tingling with the need to come.

  The sound of a door slamming shut from somewhere deep inside the house made me wonder if I had been caught. As embarrassed as I should I have been, my hand moved back between my thighs.

  Lying down onto the lounger, I undid the ties of my bottoms and let the fabric fall away. I was at the point where I didn’t care if Jude or Mia saw me. I hoped they would.

  Another hard cry sounded from the upstairs bedroom. Jude must have been home, taking care of his wife.

  I was sure that most would be jealous but not me. Instead, it only made this agony between my legs intensify.

  Rising to all fours, I spread my knees and shoved two fingers deep into my pussy. A hard moan escaped me, my eyes fluttering closed.

  Turning around, I made sure my ass and pussy was on full display if Mia or Jude were to look out the window.

  My hand picked up speed, my fingers thrusting in and out of me violently. “God.” I shivered, a sudden release trembling through me. My mouth fell open on a silent scream.

  When my body finally calmed down, I collapsed onto the lounger. The release wasn’t enough, but it would have to do until I could get what I really wanted.

  Shaking off that thought, I rose from the lounger and wrapped my towel around my naked waist. Gathering the rest of my things, I ran into the house. When I stepped into the kitchen, a dark shadow disappeared up the stairs. My eyes widened. Had I been watched? Rushing to the front door, I looked out the window and saw Jude’s car. Oh God. Did he see me? I had heard Mia cry out a moment ago. Maybe one of them came back downstairs to grab something. Either way, something told me that I had in fact been caught. That thought alone was exciting.