Family Secrets (7 page)

Shocked, his eyes wide, his arms frozen at
his sides, and his legs frozen in place, he watched what was
happening as if he were standing on the outside of the situation.
She'd climbed on top of him and had immediately pulled down his
boxers, grabbed his limp cock, and started rubbing the head
vigorously up and down her slit, rocking her hips back and forth as
she worked, trying to get him hard. It probably went on for no
longer than fifteen or twenty seconds before Luke snapped out of it
and forced his arms to move, but it had felt like minutes; it had
truly felt like time had stretched out into forever as he'd simply
laid there, looking at events unfold, the surrealistic events of
the days before repeating themselves, but in a different way.

Finally, he lifted her off him, not noticing
that his cock had begun to stretch some and he was already
semi-hard.

"What the hell are you doing, Brittney?!"
he'd screamed at her, but she'd only looked at him with hardened,
devilish eyes.

"I'm horny and I want to fuck," she'd said
matter-of-factly. "Scott used to fuck me constantly while he was
here. Sometimes when I didn't even feel like it he would come into
my room and slip his cock in me, and the next think I knew I was
cleaning up his cum. And it was perfectly all right for him to fuck
me all the time, wasn't it, because it made him happy; because it
made him
calmer
. As long as he was fucking my brains out all
the time—sometimes all throughout the day if you or my mom weren't
home and we didn't have school—everybody was happy. You didn't have
to take him to a brothel, so you saved money." Brittney noticed the
shocked expression that crossed her stepfather's face and it seemed
to perk her up; she'd actually smiled a little with that. "You
didn't think he told me everything? You didn't think that after he
was fucking me all the time he wouldn't tell me all the secrets you
guys keep?"

Luke had swallowed a lump that had formed in
his throat. He'd wondered just how much she could possibly know;
how much had Scott spilled to her.

"Don't worry," she'd said, picking a piece of
nonexistent lint from her flat stomach. "I won't tell any of it. I
don't really have a reason to." She'd added that last part rather
matter-of-factly as well. "But it's hypocritical, don't you think,
that now that Scott's gone and there's nobody here to fuck me, that
you—the person who was okay with me being fucked all the time—won't
fuck me when I know you and my mom only fuck maybe two or three
times a month?" She'd spread her legs in front of him again. "It's
not like I'm still a virgin anymore. I'm so far from being a virgin
I think if you sat me in a vat of holy water it would sizzle. Plus,
I've seen your big cock—your monster cock; I've had it in my mouth,
and now I want it in my pussy. All I want is for you to fuck my
brains out, Daddy. Fuck me until I cum. Fuck me until I cum all
over your monster cock."

Luke had been speechless, and it was obvious
that Brittney wasn't going to wait for him to reply because she'd
already pulled herself up on her knees and she was crawling back
over on top of him. She was a petite girl that looked younger than
her age, but there wasn't anything inexperienced about the twat
between her legs.

He didn't bother to lift her off him that
time because the voice in his head that squawked at him and told
him to go wherever his cock led him had been urging him on again.
That voice that he'd thought of back then as the snake voice, and
would ultimately turn into the mean, sneering voice that could turn
his stomach had been clapping its hands, jumping up and down, and
saying,
Yes, yes, yes! You did this Luke-y! You let your boy
fuck her didn't you? Just like she said! You let him put his angry
cock in her innocent little snatch and he broke her in and broke
her apart in some ways, too—you know that right?! Now she's horny
and she wants that snatch of hers stuffed with
your
cock.
And you know what, Luke-y boy? You want to pound that pussy, don't
you? You want to blow your load deep in that tight little pussy!
You can tell me! It'll just be between us guys, and this one girl,
and nobody else ever has to know! Fuck her, Luke! Fuck her! Your
boy turned her onto this, and now you have to satisfy her, too!
Why? Because you made her this way! Didn't you let her lick the cum
off your cock a few days ago? Didn't you push your fingers deep in
that little cooze up to your knuckles? Didn't you want your dick in
there? Didn't you want to stuff every single inch of your thick
cock in that pink, tiny little tunnel? Haven't you been dreaming
about it big boy? Haven't you,
Daddy
? Daddy…that's what
your
STEPDAUGHTER
called you while she was lapping up your
leftover cum. You're her daddy and you want to plow her! Haha! So
do it, Luke! Do it! You'll only end up dreaming about it forever,
and you'll only end up regretting it forever, and you'll probably
start drinking so you won't think about it every single day, so
JUST DO IT! Fuck her! Fuck her! Put your cock in her and FUCK
HER!

As the vicious snake-voice inside Luke's head
tapered off to screechy whispers, Brittney had already climbed on
top of him and this time she didn't need to rub his cock up and
down her slit to get him hard because he'd already been hard as a
rock. He'd been so hard that his dick had been jumping.

After thwacking her slit with his thick,
heavy, sausage-like dick, she stuffed it inside of her pussy. A
moan escaped her as his cock sunk inside of her, past her folds,
and the expression on her face was pure bliss; as if she'd been
waiting to have that feeling for so long and she'd been stir crazy
to get it. She lowered herself all the way onto him slowly…once,
then twice…but by the third time she was speeding up her rhythm,
bouncing up and down on his nine-incher that was so thick he'd
wondered how in the world she'd gotten it so far down her
throat.

"You're so big, Daddy; you're so fuckin'
big," she'd groaned as she'd continued to bounce faster and faster.
As Luke had laid back and watched the show in physical ecstasy and
awe, Brittney hadn't only bounced up and down but she had also
swiveled her hips, riding him in a way that he hadn't been ridden
since he'd dropped out of college in his freshman year.

Just when he'd thought she'd been getting
tired and that was the reason she was slowing down, he was in for
another surprise. She'd slowed down alright, but not for the reason
he'd thought she had.

Instead of keeping her legs poised on the
surface of the bed, making her leverage somewhat tricky, she'd
balanced herself on his thighs with her bare feet, and with her on
him that way, he could see how her tight little box took every inch
of him. With the view he'd been given, he could see all of her
pussy juice as it covered his cock, drenching him and splashing
against his bare skin. It was a beautiful sight to look at when the
last time he'd been with a woman, which had been Susan, she hadn't
even bothered to shave her legs in a month—maybe longer. Brittney,
on the other hand, had taken to shaving all of her pubic hair off
with care, not even leaving a tuft at the top for a "landing
strip." He liked a beautifully shaven, smooth peachy-pink pussy,
and the last one he'd had of that caliber had been a girl at the
cathouse years before where he'd taken Scott. But even the
prostitute he'd been with at that time hadn't been as young as
Britt, nor as tight or had gotten as wet. The whore had been doing
her job and he'd just been another john paying her; Britt, on the
other hand, was clearly enjoying herself.

Lying on his back like that, he felt younger
than he had in years. Right there in front of his very eyes were a
flawless pair of spread thighs, and in between those petite thighs
was his huge cock, thrusting in and out of a tiny blush-colored
pussy that his big cock was pushing open, making it look like
flower petals in distress.
I'm stretching her every inch of the
way
, Luke had thought to himself, feeling rather proud as
Brittney screwed up her face in pleasurable agony every time he
penetrated her. Her nipples were hard pink-cherry pebbles, sweat
was glistening on her skin, her mouth was open as she muttered
obscenities every few seconds and praised him with the same breath.
It didn't look as if his cock should have been able to fit inside
of her, but somehow, she seemed to have been managing just
fine.

He hadn't wanted her to think she hadn't been
doing a fantastic job, because she had been, but he'd begun to feel
antsy in the way only another man would have understood in that
moment. The urge to conquer and pound, to show the young pussy
riding his cock, to prove to himself above all else that he was in
charge was so strong he couldn't have fought it if he'd tried.

Squealing with surprise and delight, before
Brittney knew it, Luke had risen from the bed, still holding her
pinned to his raging erection, and laid her on her back. Happily
obliging, Brittney spread her legs even further apart, and then
she'd put her hands against the backs of her thighs and stretched
her pussy as far as she could as Luke watched her biting her lips
in anticipation as he'd pushed his hard-on inside her missionary
style.

When was the last time I had anything this
good?
He'd asked himself as he'd sunk his cock deep inside of
her until his pubic hair grazed the inner pink of her pussy while a
few of the coarse hairs even managed to tickle her clit. But no
sooner had he driven his dick all the way to the hilt of her pussy
did he pull it out slowly, watching as the pink of her pussy walls
moved with the slide of his cock a bit—just enough for the sight of
it to make him groan—and the swell of her clit seemed to be
growing. With his fifth thrust, just as he'd begun to pick up
speed, a gush of fluid spewed from between Brittney's thighs,
covering his lower stomach, part of his cock, her thighs, and the
rest drained down the pulsing outside of her pussy. With that,
Brittney had gasped and let out a series of sexy moans that had
made Luke's balls feel heavier than they'd already felt. Having her
squirt like that had turned him on even more than he thought he
could be turned on, and in no time at all, he'd started ramming her
harder and faster. Being in between her thighs had invigorated him
in a way that he hadn't thought he could ever feel again.

Before they were done, she'd cum and squirted
twice more and that part of the bed had been drenched.

Just as Luke had felt his orgasm mounting,
he'd asked quickly, "You're still taking your pills, right?" He
hadn't had to spell it out for her; Brittney had known exactly
which pills he had been talking about.

"It's okay, Daddy. You can cum in me. Push
that big cock in me deep and cum hard. I want to feel all that cum
inside me."

Luke, thinking that he was no one to deny
such a lovely request, was pushed over the edge by her very words
alone, and by the time the last word had left her mouth, he'd
already exploded inside her, emptying a fat, juicy load of cum deep
inside of her pussy. But it had simply been too much cum for her to
hold inside. As Luke came, grunting and pushing the straining wet
head of his cock as far inside of her as it would go, some of his
semen pushed its way out of her hole and drained down the crack of
her ass. As he began to thrust during his climax, a flood of his
warm liquid poured out of her and onto the bedspread underneath the
two of them.

As Luke came inside of her, still grunting
and shooting and spilling semen, one thought had run through his
head:
What have I done?

Brittney seemed to have been reading his mind
every step of the way because it was then, after he'd pulled out of
her and quivering after his orgasm, that her eyes glinted and she'd
smiled and bit her lower lip coquettishly and said, "All we did was
fuck, right? Don't worry about it." That's when she'd reached one
of her hands between her thighs, slipped two of her fingers up and
down her wet slit, pushed them inside her pussy, making more cum
spill, but gathering enough in her hands to put into her mouth and
suck off the tips of her fingers. "We taste good mixed together,"
she'd told him with a giggle and when she gathered more of his
spillage, she'd begun to spread that batch on her nipples and
twirled and pinched them, still giggling; laughing
at
him
was the way he'd felt it was, even though he still couldn't find
any words to come back at her with.

And then about a minute later she'd gotten
off the bed that he shared with his wife—and her mother—and
sauntered out of the room with a relaxed gait that she hadn't owned
when she'd entered, his cum spilling down the insides of her
thighs.

He'd sat back then and truly thought about
what he'd done, and suddenly he'd needed a cigarette. He hadn't
smoked in about three years by that time, but he'd needed something
to tide him over. As it just so happened, he knew where Susan kept
her cigarettes, the ciggies she wasn't supposed to be smoking, the
nasty little habit that she thought she'd been keeping a secret
from him.

They had so many secrets under their roof by
then that lying was probably more common than the truth could ever
have been.

On weakened legs, Luke went into the kitchen
and looked under the cabinet nearest the fridge where Susan kept
the Tupperware. It was probably the safest place to keep her stash
of cancer sticks as far as she was concerned since Luke hardly ever
cooked aside from the occasional breakfast, didn't touch the
Tupperware, and only seemed to be able to heat up his dinner in the
microwave if whatever he was trying to consume was better eaten
hot. What she hadn't counted on was Luke sleepily moseying
downstairs one dreary afternoon in which he'd moved catlike through
the house, thinking Susan had fallen asleep on one of the sofas
while watching TV. Instead of catching a glimpse of her sleeping,
he'd seen her rummaging around in the cupboard for a while with her
back to him, only to pop up triumphantly with a pack of Virginia
Slims. Luke had moved out of her line of sight before she knew he'd
seen what she'd been up to, and he figured that she was allowed to
keep some things to herself if he'd been known to do a little dirt
on the side himself.