“Okay.” – I whispered, slowly sitting next to him on the sunbed.
“Good. I had the feeling you’d oblige.”
So many things in Brian reminded me of daddy. His poise, his voice, and the way he looked at me… He really was the spitting and younger image of his dad. Brian’s fault was he wasn’t as experienced as his dad was.
“So, what do you want me to do?”
He reached out and put his arm around me. I leaned in and put my head on his shoulder.
“I know exactly what I want you to do. Meet me in my room in 10.”
He stood up and left.
I kept sitting on the sunbed until the time was right. I climbed the stairs, went to his room and knocked on the door.
I opened the door and walked in only to see Brian naked on the bed with his dick in his hands. It was a good size dick, not as big as his dad’s but still…
I walked to the bed and sat next to him. He reached out, grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his member. I started massaging it, up and down, until I felt it pulsating and hardening in my hands.
“You’re doing good…” – He was moaning as I stood up and climbed the bed. As he was sitting, I laid with my head in front of his member, caressing and licking him. I felt his hands wrap up around my head and I started sucking him off, faster and faster.
“Not so fast!” – He kind of slapped me on the face, but very gently. I continued to fondle him until I sensed him pulsating again: this time I knew what it meant.
His moans were a sign he was about to cum and I let him cum on my tits.
After all was said and done, I stood up, wiped myself clean and put my shirt back on. As I was preparing to leave the room, he was still sitting on the bed.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” – Brian said, completely out of breath.
I smiled as I turned to him: “Thanks.”
* * *
A week later, we were all on the coast of Italy. The vacation had been beyond spectacular by now. We visited a dozen of cities, slept in the best hotels and took a yacht to sail through the Mediterranean. The sun, the sea, the music and the food brought us even closer than we were before. Mom was thrilled with her new husband and she was pleased that I was getting along so well with my new stepfather and stepbrother.
“We are finally a family again.” – She had told me as I hugged her and retorted: “You are absolutely right, mom. I love our family.”
During the various dinner parties, I’d sneak out either with daddy or my stepbrother for a little carnal fun. Daddy especially was able to teach me so many things I’m deeply grateful for. He’s given me orgasms women can only dream of and on top of it all, I know he cares about me. I learnt where I belonged in this family fast and I knew I was the glue that held them all together.
After all, I will be Daddy’s good girl forever.
* * *
By lucy lixx
The summer was truly the time when I fully discovered my sexuality. I was constantly thirsty for more: begging for pleasure, asking for satisfaction. I had known I was passionate, but I wasn’t able to pin point it until I lost my virginity. Despite the initial pain, the sweet pleasure brought on afterwards was more than gratifying. It had the power to liberate me and even more: to ask for more, over and over again. I had chosen wisely when it came to choosing the man that took my virginity; I only wanted my stepdaddy.
Since my mom married Michael, a filthy rich hottie, my life had been turned upside down. I was 18, naive and eager to please, whereas Daddy was experienced, self-confident and reliable. I enjoyed how he pampered me, in fact I enjoyed it so much I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Daddy took my virginity the day after he married mom, in his own house, just couple of weeks before we left for Italy. At the same time, his son, Ethan my stepbrother, saw Daddy and I in a pretty naughty situation and decided to blackmail me: I had to 'service' him anytime, anywhere, or he'd show my mom the video he had made.
After we left the States, we went to Italy where the legal age for drinking was 18. Since I was 18, I was allowed a glass of wine every now and then, "to actually fully experience the vacation", Daddy said. We travelled everywhere, as a family: Milan, Florence, Rome and the coast of course: Daddy rented a yacht that allowed us to travel to the most beautiful beaches I had ever seen. Mom was happy: I could tell she was enjoying her honeymoon and at the same time, she was pleased with herself since she was sure she had made the right decision. After all, Daddy seemed like the type of a man that was a rock to his family, a caregiver, a true man. I saw the way she looked at him and I knew she was thankful she finally had some stability in her life. In fact, those same qualities were the ones that attracted me to him, without realizing he was attracted to me as well. However, time showed not only that he was into me, but he actually wanted something much more. From the days when he called me: “A good girl.” And the times when he asked me to behave, it had all been a rollercoaster, thoroughly entertaining and erotic.