19. Daisy #2
Fuck. My pussy throbs, the ache between my thighs building. There have been countless nights that I’ve dreamed of a moment like this. There’s still a chance it’s all dream. Maybe I’m on Nicky’s couch, high and out of my mind, but either way, I don’t care.
Dipping lower, I drag my tongue over the sensitive skin between his thighs before sealing my mouth over his puckered ring in a slow, teasing kiss.
Jason’s groans fill the room as I begin to work my tongue, swirling it around his hole, both hands prying him open.
Saliva slips down my chin as soft, wet sounds fill the room, blending with his broken noises of pleasure.
Heat curls low in my stomach, his body shaking underneath my grip.
“Fuck.”
My tongue teases him before slipping in, exploring slowly and deliberately.
Jason whimpers.
“What a beautiful sound.” Pulling away, my thumb massages along the ridges of his tight ring.
“You’re so sexy.” I trace soft patterns before rubbing my finger back and forth, inviting his hole to open.
“Look at you on all fours for me. Such a pretty, good boy.” I cover my gloved hand in the jelly, coating it thickly around each finger.
“Now, your punishment. I’m going to insert a finger. I want you to breathe in.”
“Yes, D-Daisy.”
My finger dances around his opening, and as Jason loudly inhales, I slide my finger in. I stop halfway in and let it stay there, giving him time to adjust. “How does that feel?”
“So good. I need more, please,” Jason begs. I slide my finger deeper, my other hand massaging his cheek.
“Another finger. Fill me up. I need all of you inside me.”
Slowly, I move my finger back to make room for a second. He’s so relaxed that it easily glides in.
My own breathing deepens at the sight of two fingers in Jason’s ass, his hole quivering around them. When he’s had time to adjust, I slowly massage his walls, each stroke releasing a groan from him.
“Is this okay?” I check in. The ache between my legs intensifies, drawing my thighs tightly together.
“Yes, yes, yes, so good,” he babbles like a madman.
“Can you take three fingers for me?”
Jason nods, and I bite down on my lip. I slide my fingers out to insert a third. He moans loudly.
“You’ve got such a perfect little hole. Look at you all wrapped around me,” I croon encouragingly while gently thrusting my fingers, massaging his heated walls.
“Fuck. God, I want to come so badly. Please,” he cries. My free hand rubs his ass, sliding up towards his hips in a slow, soothing motion.
“Would you like my fist now? Can you take me?”
Jason moans as I twist my bunched fingers around.
“Give me your fist. I want your fist in my ass.”
“I wish I could record you saying that. Breathe out,” I instruct before I slide my fingers out, watching his puckered hole pulse. I slather on more jelly before adjusting my hand so that my index and pinky fingers are gathered towards the middle. “Take a deep breath.”
I tease his loose hole and watch as Jason takes the tips of my fingers first, then down to the knuckles.
“You’re taking me so well, baby. Is this okay?” I check in again, letting him adjust to the pressure.
“Yes,” he moans. “Keep going.”
I slide further, his hole stretching over my hand, until my entire fist is in his ass.
“You look so beautiful with my fist in you, Stepbrother.”
I keep my hand still, Jason loudly moaning and whimpering like a beautiful mess. “Look at you so full, stretched out for me. Are you my little slut, baby?” I purr.
“Yes, I’m your little slut,” he cries out, and I slowly twist my hand, sinking into the soft warmth of his channel. “Oh, God. Fuck, Daisy. Fuck.”
I watch his body shake, sweat pooling down his backside. “I’m going to come. Fuck…fuck. I can’t hold out for much longer.”
“Come for me. Come for your little sister.”
“Fuck,” he gasps as his entire body shudders with pleasure against the restraints. The wet sound of his come hitting the metal table rings with little plinks. Jason gasps and whimpers again, each sound fractured.
Slowly, his breathing begins to even out, only the soft noises of his comedown left. “I’m going to take my hand out now. Make sure to breathe.”
“Okay,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. “I’m ready.”
Carefully and gently, I pull my hand out. Jason groans.
“You did so well.” I take the glove off, dumping it on the movable table, before going to unfasten the restraints. Once they’re unhooked, I start massaging Jason’s wrists. He twists over to lie down on the table, his eyes fluttering shut, dark hair wet from sweat.
I continue touching Jason, massaging his muscles, sliding my fingers through his hair. Normally, I’d want to cuddle him, clean him up in the shower, but that’ll have to come later when we’re not stuck in a haunted house.
“What a night…” I murmur and Jason smirks.
“Nicky won’t believe it when I tell him I got fisted by my stepsister in the house of horrors.”
“He’s going to be mad that he wasn’t able to watch.”
Jason laughs, which morphs into a yawn. “Yeah, he will be. He’s crazy.”
“So are you.”
“So are we.”
I stay behind Jason, stroking his hair for a while before he stretches, raising his arms above his head, and sitting up.
“We should get outta here. Between all the gore and cum, I need a shower. I can’t believe monsters fucking exist.”
The last thing I expected when I moved to Grimwood was to discover that blights are real. That monsters haunt the dark. This is a strange town. “Do you think they are all gone?”
Jason looks up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “For now. But it doesn’t end tonight.”