by S. E. Law
“What’s wrong?”
“Renee, I can’t take your virginity,” I say, glancing over at Colt to make sure he is still sleeping.
“Ugh, it’s not a big deal, Kane. I want my first real time to be with you,” she says, returning to the sweet little girl I know.
Sighing, I’m still hesitant. Renee’s sneaky smile spreads across her face.
“You weren’t against popping my cherry in your journal,” she says, grinding against me. “Do you think Daddy knows you want to make his little girl a woman?”
Fuck it. Just like that, I shove my pants down, pushing Renee’s legs further apart with my movement. She eyes my dick before hovering over it. I bunch her skirt up and grab onto her fleshy hips.
Slowly, I help Renee lower her beautiful, wet, virgin pussy onto my throbbing cock. She bites her lip as my head parts her flesh. As she slides inch by inch down my ten-inch cock, her face contorts into different expressions.
She’s as wet as she is tight, which feels incredible around my girth. It takes all of my restraint not to thrust. I want Renee in control… for now.
“Oh God,” she moans, grabbing onto my forearms for support.
“You okay?” I check.
She nods her head vigorously before her ass hits my thighs. I take a peek over at Colt, making sure he’s still asleep, before looking at Renee as she starts riding me. I run my fingers along her sides before sliding them underneath her shirt and onto her breasts. The crop top lifts up as I massage her tits, and I’m amazed by how full and firm they are.
“Ohh,” Renee sighs contentedly as she picks up the pace.
“Are you happy now?” I ask, smirking at her.
Her eyes are glazed over as she nods. I lean in and pull a taut nipple into my mouth, suckling firmly. A loud moan escapes her lips, and I place a hand over her mouth. She sucks one of my fingers into her mouth, and my dick pulses with the need to thrust into her.
I give her other nipple a suckle before pulling her mouth to mine. As I distract her with my kiss, I grip both of her hips and hold her still. Before Renee can protest, I thrust my hips upward, jolting her with the move.
“Mmph,” she says, muffled by my kiss.
I drive into her repeatedly, clutching her thick hips in my strong hands so that she has nothing to do but receive my dick. I quickly reposition us, laying her down on the loveseat. Just the tip of me remains inside of her as I reclaim my balance between her legs. I pound all the way into her again in a quick, sudden movement, and Renee squeals.
Immediately, I put my hand over her mouth as Colt rolls over in his sleep. I realize it’s no longer playtime. We can’t risk getting caught any longer. I can’t imagine what Colt’s reaction would be if he woke up to find me balls deep in his daughter.
Lifting one of Renee’s legs and placing it on my shoulder, I fall into a steady rhythm of pushing in and out of her. Her tits bounce in a mesmerizing circular motion, and I grab onto one as I start thrusting harder and faster, knowing my orgasm is rapidly approaching.
Renee’s body is too perfect, with her pouty lips falling open, her huge tits with pretty nipples made for sucking, and her tight pussy with her hard clit sticking out from its hood.
I let go of her breast and rub my thumb over her aroused nub.
“Oh shit,” she says breathlessly.
She begins squirming underneath me as we both crave release. The entire night has been nothing but foreplay, and we’re both ready to explode. I furiously rub Renee’s button, making her pussy clench around me as she comes hard.
To muffle her scream, she presses her mouth to my forearm and bites down. Between the image of her in ecstasy, the feel of her tongue and teeth pressed to my skin, and her pussy clenching extra tight, I explode into her before I can pull out.
My seed fills up my beautiful goddaughter as she gyrates her sexy hips underneath me, milking me for all I’m worth. I brush her hair out of her eyes and stroke her face as she smiles at me.
Colt lets out a loud snore and rolls over again. The reality of the situation hits me hard. My dick is inside my best friend’s daughter while he’s sleeping two feet away! I immediately pull out of Renee and stuff my semi-erect penis back into my pants. It’s coated in both mine and Renee’s cream, which makes it slightly uncomfortable inside of my pants.
Renee pulls her top down to cover her breasts, but her stiff nipples are even more noticeable now through the top than before. She shifts uncomfortably while she fixes her shirt. I jump to my feet and try to remember where my car keys are.
“Where are you going?”
“I can’t be here when he wakes up,” I tell her, hoping she understands how hard it will be for me to look Colt in the eye after what just happened.
She nods and stands up.
“I’ll walk you out.”
On our walk to the front door, I spot my keys in the kitchen. I grab them and head to the entrance.
“Thank you,” Renee says, leaning against the front door before I can open it.
She has the sweetest, most peaceful smile on her face.
“I don’t know if you should be thanking me,” I say, feeling guilty.
“Kane, you made me feel incredible. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
She stands on her tip-toes and kisses my cheek.
“It was incredible for me, too,” I wink.
She pushes her hair behind her ears and smiles slyly. Standing on her tip-toes again, she moves toward my mouth this time. I wrap my arm around her back and pull her into a sexy kiss that makes me not want to leave.
Her kiss now is different than our first one was. She’s more confident now, bolder.
“Sweet dreams,” she says, patting my chest and backing away.
“You’re a bad girl,” I shake my head at her before leaving.
On the drive home, I keep replaying the night. From Renee’s teasing to her hot body in the flesh to those seductive eyes… and to her tight wetness that had brought me to orgasm.
As I pull into my driveway, I remember something… Renee blackmailed me into having sex with her, and I gave in, but I didn’t get my fucking journal back!
9
Renee
I can’t stop smiling to myself as I eat breakfast the next morning. I can’t believe I got Kane to actually fuck me! It was so hot that I’m getting wet just thinking about last night. Too bad I couldn’t see Kane completely naked, but seeing his huge cock and feeling it inside of my tiny pussy was pure pleasure.
And his kisses! Oh my God, he made me realize just how freaking bad of a kisser Billy actually was. Kane’s kiss was soft and tender, yet demanding and sensual.
“Are you okay?”
I jump, clanking my spoon against my cereal bowl as Daddy looks at me with the coffee pot in his hand.
“I’m great!”
Dad eyes me cautiously. “You seem way too chipper this morning. What are you up to? Cutting school?”
“No, I wasn’t planning on it,” I tease. “I’m just in a good mood.”
“Glad to hear that,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “Listen, I don’t think I can take you to that college visit next weekend.”
I pretend to look upset over it.
“Oh, bummer,” I pout. “I understand.”
Dad shakes his head at me.
“Don’t look too disappointed. I’ve found another chaperone to escort you,” he smirks.
“Daddy,” I whine. “A chaperone? What do you mean?”
I imagine Dad plans to ask my grandparents to take me, and as much as I love them, I can’t imagine spending a weekend with them. Grandma loves to talk about fiber and bowel movements while Grandpa gets ramped up about politics. But in his old age, he can barely keep track of who is president anymore.
“I’m going to ask Kane to go with you. Is that okay with you? Not that you have a choice,” Dad says smugly, as if he’s enjoying forcing me to visit a school against my will.
I don’t want to burst his bu
bble and let him know I’d love to spend the weekend with Kane… even if I have to suffer through a college tour to have it!
Trying not to seem too eager, I shrug my shoulders and reply in a monotone voice.
“I guess that’s cool.”
“Alright, I’ll call him later and see if he’s free.”
A few minutes later, I meet Chastity outside, and we walk to the bus stop together.
“Ugh, I had so much homework last night,” she complains. “Isn’t senior year supposed to be easy?”
I laugh. “You’re the one who makes it harder than it is.”
“So, what did you do last night? You never responded to my text.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was distracted,” I smirk.
“Don’t tell me you got back together with Billy,” Chastity scoffs while rolling her eyes.
“No, we’re definitely done. I just watched a really good movie with my dad.”
I decide to keep Kane my little secret for now, knowing that eventually, I’ll tell Chastity all of the details of my official first time. For now, though, I want last night to remain between Kane and me. The naughtiness and secrecy of our hook-up makes it all the more wonderful to me.
We get to the bus stop, and Chastity stares at me.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, feeling self-conscious.
“That must have been a good movie, Rey.”
“What do you mean?”
She laughs. “You’re smiling… like, a lot.”
I shrug. “Can’t I just be in a good mood?”
“You’re never in a good mood before school,” Chastity laughs.
I have to laugh too. She’s so right. I’m always grumpy before school and all the way up until the last bell rings. I can’t wait until next semester when my schedule changes and I only have a few classes left to take. School will feel like a half day every day then!
“I’m sure once I get to that hell hole, I’ll be back to my old, miserable, delinquent self,” I tease Chastity with a smile.
The grumpy me doesn’t return, though. Throughout the day, nothing seems to bring me down from my Kane high. Not stupid economics or even English. But all of my doodles have changed. There are no vampire princesses, superheroes, or cute, animated foxes like I usually draw in class. I keep sketching Kane’s face, and if I weren’t in school, I would be sketching other parts of his anatomy as well.
This obsession worries me. Will one night with Kane be enough for me? I can’t blackmail him forever… can I?
10
Kane
I’ve been staring at the same e-mail for the past half hour. Damned if I can concentrate on what the hell it says, let alone reply to it. My mind is still reeling from last night.
Did I really fuck Renee? Little Renee with the curly pigtails who used to sit on my knee and hold my hand to cross the street? How can I be such a dirty dog? How can I betray Colt this way?
Shit, Renee felt so good, though. She’d wanted me inside of her so badly. I don’t know how long she’d been fantasizing about having sex with me, but God knows I’ve been lusting after her for a few years now.
Somehow, she went from that little girl to a full-blown woman overnight. It’s hard for me to think of her the same way. One thing hasn’t changed, though, and will never change… she’s incredibly special to me. Maybe that’s part of why I gave into Renee last night… other than the whole blackmailing bit and the fact that I wanted her badly.
Just like with Colt, Renee has me wrapped around her finger. I have never liked saying no to her. Shit, I don’t think I’ve ever said no to her. I’ve always given in to any request she wanted—whether it was candy or a new bike or not telling her father when she told me she was wearing make-up behind his back when she was thirteen.
There was certainly no way in hell I could say no to her when she was sitting on top of me with no panties on. I’m a sucker for Renee’s pouty lips and big pleading eyes, and my erection is a sucker for the rest of her body.
My eyes shut as I think about her beautiful breasts in front of me as she sunk down onto me. She was so ripe, so lustful, and the way she’d bitten me to keep from screaming had kept driving me closer to the edge.
The phone rings, making me jump and almost knock the computer mouse to the floor.
“Hello?” I answer, my voice sounding hoarse.
Clearing my throat, I try again.
“Raising Kane Construction,” I say with a steadier voice.
“Hey, man,” Colt says. “Sorry I fell asleep last night. Renee said you guys couldn’t make it through the movie either,” he laughs. “I guess we were all exhausted.”
I remind myself to act normal and not like I had sex with his daughter last night.
“Yeah, I was pretty drained.”
The words fly out of my mouth, and I bury my face in my hand, thinking of my own private innuendo.
“Listen, I need to ask you something…”
Shit. Colt knows something. Wait, how the hell would he know? Renee is not going to tell him. I know she was even bluffing about the journal. She would never tell Colt on me. It would ruin her fun and my relationship with both of them. Renee is naughty but not cruel.
Besides, if Colt knows about us, why would he call me up sounding so calm?
“What’s up?” I ask, trying to sound as causal as possible.
“I have this big real estate conference in South Hampton next weekend. I seriously forgot about it when I booked a college tour for Renee.”
“I doubt she’d care if she missed it,” I snort.
“No, I’m sure she’s hoping I’ll cancel it, but I need her to get serious about this stuff. I was thinking you could go with her. She listens to you…”
“Colt, I can’t force her to go to college.”
“I’m not asking you to. I just want you to explain to her the importance of her future and that she needs to decide what her next move is,” he sighs. “She’s not a little girl anymore.”
“No, she definitely isn’t,” I say in disbelief, once again thinking about last night. “Sure, I’ll take her to the school. Which college is it?”
“Fields University. I already have a hotel booked near the college, so you guys can make a weekend of it. I figure it would be nice for you to spend some time with your goddaughter before she graduates and runs far away from all parental figures,” he chuckles.
“Parental figures?” I ask, feeling my eyebrows furrow as I wonder what he means exactly.
“Aside from me, you’re the only person who’s been in Renee’s life since she was a baby. My parents live too far away to really have an influence on her. I can never repay you for all of the support you’ve given me over the years.”
Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I listen as Colt gushes over how great of a friend and godfather I’ve been. It all makes me feel like total shit.
“Colt, you’re like a brother to me. I’ll always be there for you and Renee, even if she runs far away from us after high school.”
“I worry about her, man,” Colt sighs heavily. “She has a rebel’s heart.”
“That’s what I’ve always loved about her, though,” I laugh. “That girl always marches to the beat of her own drum.”
“Yeah, but I’m afraid she’ll get herself into bigger trouble than detention once she enters the real world. I don’t want her meeting some asshole bad boy who will break her heart. I don’t want her to do crazy things just because she’s curious or seeking some kind of thrill…”
Hearing the sincere worry in Colt’s voice breaks my heart a little. I understand how he feels, but I think he’s underestimating Renee.
“Colt, you’re going to have to trust her. Renee may be rebellious and a little wild, but she’s smart and tough. You did a great job raising her. Don’t forget that.”
“Thanks, buddy. I needed to hear that. Thank you again for giving up next weekend for me.”
“It’s my pleasure. I’m looking forward to it.�
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The fact is, I’m looking forward to next weekend way more than I should. But I know I can’t have sex with Renee again—that act has to be a one-time thing. At the same time, one time doesn’t seem like enough.
My mind flip-flops back and forth from doing right by Cole to doing right by my desires. Either way, it’s going to be a long weekend.
11
Renee
The duffle bag I have packed for the weekend is overstuffed with clothes simply because I can’t decide what to wear or what is needed exactly. I set the bag by the door and plop down on the couch in the sitting room, waiting nervously for Kane to pick me up.
The jitters I’m feeling are an intense mixture of fear and excitement, with an unsettled pit sitting in my stomach. This will be the first time I’ve seen Kane since I seduced him over a week ago.
He hasn’t reached out to me, either to talk about our brief but fantastic encounter or to attempt to get his journal back. I have no idea what kind of mood he’ll be in when he pulls into my driveway, and that uncertainty drives me crazy with anxiety.
He might be pissed as all hell. Or maybe he’ll want to drag me into the backseat of his car and have another go at it. The latter thought is what keeps me sane and eager, both at the same time. A horn beeps, scaring the shit out of me.
Standing up, I smooth my hands over the new blazer Daddy bought me specifically for this college tour. It’s more conservative and professional than the rest of my clothes. If my father’s goal is to hide my breasts, he failed. The blazer just accentuates my hourglass figure.
Grabbing my duffle bag, I step out of the house to see the familiar red Mustang waiting in the driveway. Kane is leaning against the car with his arms folded. Sunglasses hide his eyes, making it impossible to gage his expression.
After locking the door, I turn around to see Kane popping the trunk. The ten-foot walk over to him might as well be a mile as my nerves tear me up inside.
“You look nice,” he says.
