Chapter 10
CeeCee
Daddy’s face is so hard and sharp, his eyes darkening as he looks down at me.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this. Fucking you in your little princess bed, teaching you how to please me, teaching you all about being a grown-up, what your brother needs from you—”
His voice cracks mid-word, and I don’t know if it’s the intensity of the orgasm or the way he’s looking at me, or that gut-twisting admission he just made, but I’m on the verge of losing consciousness with him braced above me, legs open, both of us naked.
I want to tell him how much I’ve wanted this. I’m not even sure I knew that this was going to be like this, but I wanted something. And now that it’s here, I’m terrified of what’s going to happen, but also terrified it won’t.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy—” I start to chant, because it’s the only word I seem to know right now.
“Baby, it’s okay. I got you, but you have to do this for me. You know it’s time to give me what I need, tp show me how much you appreciate our life here. There’s a cost, sis. Everything I’ve done for you, it’s all come to this.”
He reaches between our bodies and rubs the tip of his manhood against my clit.
It’s soothing, and I feel finally free of the wicked desires that have plagued me for too long.
They are floating upward, into the ocean air that fills the mansion, floating out to sea, and they are replaced with a different kind of shame, but this time, it’s real.
The shift of the sun out the window cuts gold across Samuel’s chiseled face. His brow is tight, lips pulled against his teeth, and I’m wild for him. I’m like a caged animal, finally freed, and I want to experience the world, all of it, right now, on this pin prick of time.
He rubs the hardness of his cock between my legs, and I know it’s wrong. God, I know I’m a bad girl for wanting to feel it go inside me. I’m his sister. I’m barely eighteen. He’s the man who raised me.
“I want Daddy’s cock,” I blurt out, and something in his eyes shifts. His mouth connects to mine, insatiable and demanding as our tongues admit things that we can’t say.
I lock my legs around his hips, tugging at his strong body as the mattress strains under us. Our lips slip and slide as the broad head of his dick applies pressure there, right there…
Samuel pulls back, our heavy warm breaths mingling.
I suck in a breath as he nudges at my opening, the pressure already more demanding than I imagined.
“It’s going to hurt, baby girl.”
I nod. I know it’s going to hurt. I’m not even sure it’s going to fit, but I want it. Eve if it splits me in two and the pain is unbearable, I want to know what it feels like to have his cock in my little girl pussy.
“I’ll be brave.” I grit my teeth as he bucks his hips, and I tighten my legs, spreading them around his enormous body and pressing my heels into his back.
“Am I still your little girl?” I ask, needing to know, needing him to say it. “I know you said I’m a grown-up now, so I need to pay the price of being a grown-up, but I still want to be that little girl for you.”
A sob catches in my throat as he breaches my sex. The head pops through, and a bolt of pain shocks the air from my lungs.
“Yes, baby. Always.” He brushes the hair from my forehead as he stills, holding himself there while I let the pain pulse through me. “You’ll always be my little girl. Now, breathe.”
I inhale a shuddering breath, my heart thudding, and my insecurities unleashing.
“Even when I’m a little whore?” My need for reassurance from him spills tears from the corners of both eyes, spilling hot little rivers over my temples.
He chuckles. “You’ll only be a whore for me, baby. Only for your brother. Only for Daddy.”
I nod, breath coming faster now. “Daddy’s little whore.”
He kisses me again, his tongue sliding against mine, and I steel myself as more pressure comes from below.
The throbbing little bud that seems to be the center of my world right now roars back to life, dimming the pain as a moan tears out of me into our kiss, pleasure pulsing through my core.
The sudden realization of something rounds my eyes as I look up at my brother on top of me, his girth entering me in painful, small pulses.
“Shouldn’t you wear a condom?” I blurt out, thinking I’m being grown-up and responsible.
The knot that forms in his forehead tells me otherwise.
“I’m not wearing a fucking condom,” he seethes when he pulls away, rocking his hips against me so that the thickness of him starts to split me in two. “I never will with you, CeeCee. You know what that means, don’t you?”
“We might make a baby?”
“We will make a baby. It’s only a matter of time. And everyone will know whose baby it is, because I’m the only man ever allowed here at the house. Everyone will know that CeeCee is having her Daddy’s baby. They’ll know you’re my slut. You want that?”
I nod, swallowing hard. The thought sends something dark and hot coiling through my stomach. Everyone knowing. Mom and his dad, their faces when they realize. The scandal of it. The utter wrongness.
“Good girl. We’ll have your mom and my dad visit, and they’ll know I knocked up their little girl. But there won’t be a fucking thing they can do about it. We are family, they are just the people that brought us together. Now, Daddy needs to fuck, baby. I can’t hold off. You feel too fucking good.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He kisses me.
And then he thrusts.
“Oh, God!” I scream, arching my back off the mattress as his cock stretches and fills me, and there’s no room for anything else. “Is that all? Are you inside?”
His groan is pained as he puts his nose to mine. “Not even close.” His body goes stiff as a board. “But I’m so fucking close, baby. You’re making Daddy feel too good. I’m going to cum before I get two pumps in.”
I grip him tight with my legs, my arms, my pussy, as I struggle to accommodate the invasion. “Daddy!”
“Daddy’s here,” he grunts, pulling his hips back before driving forward again, sinking more of his body into mine. “We’re going to be as close as two people can be, baby. You’re giving Daddy such a gift, such a tight fucking gift—"
My body is stretched around his thick shaft, and I move my hands to tangle in Samuel’s thick hair, feeling every ridge and vein as he forces himself into my body.
He exhales roughly against my ear as I sob and moan, gripping my legs tighter around his back, pulling him into me.
The raw stretch of him feels so wrong and painful, but I never want it to end. He drags himself out of me and forces himself in deeper, deeper, deeper.
“Daddy’s good girl,” he grunts, planting kisses against my trembling lips. “It’s going to feel so good, baby, I promise. I. Just. Have. To. Get. Inside.”
Out and back, out and back. His thrusts are relentless, each one punching more of his massive cock inside my tightness, but he’s right.
As the movement starts to become more rhythmic, my body starts to adapt. The blooms of pain turn to low throbs.
I breathe in time, using the slapping of his hips against my thighs to release each breath, and slowly starting to feel the pain turn to pleasure.
My brother is fucking me. And God help me, I’m enjoying it.
The sound of our coupling is obscene, the wet, squelching rhythm of his cock pumping in and out of my drenched pussy in a room painted in girly pinks, reds and purples.
The stuffed gorilla he brought back from one of his business trips watches me from beside the bed, its plastic eyes glinting in the lamplight, and I imagine it beating its chest, urging Samuel on.
The thought makes me smile, a breathless laugh escaping my lips. Daddy pauses and looks down, brows furrowing, but just then he rams all the way home, balls deep into me, and I raise the roof with my scream.
The sound transforms mid-cry into the filthiest moan of pleasure as his thick cock head bumps against my cervix, that deep, secret spot that sends shockwaves radiating outward.
Daddy is fucking me. Samuel is fucking me. His dick is all the way in. His hard body pressing me down, holding me still.
“Remember,” he groans, “this is just for us, baby. You don’t tell anyone.
When your belly starts to swell, I’ll handle it.
But for now, this is our secret, our special secret.
Now, open your legs as wide as you can, I’m not going to last much longer, and I want every drop deep inside my special girl. ”
I can feel his cock everywhere inside me.
Every inch of my pussy is filled with his thick length, and the pressure starts to build as he moves in and out, in and out.
My inner walls clamp around him, spasming uncontrollably, my back arching off the sweat-dampened sheets, my moans becoming long, needy mewls as my tits bounce in rhythm with his pounding.
His mouth finds mine, tongue pushing past my lips, and I kiss him back hungrily as his cock swells even thicker inside me.
I grind upward, the raw stretch of him inside me igniting something primal.
He’s so sexy, his grunting, his muscles, the filth that comes out of his mouth.
I push my hips up, up, not knowing what I’m doing but following that feeling.
That pressure. That focused ball of need that twists in my belly, telling me to push that part of me he licked against him.
And then my walls clamp down as darkness crowds my vision from the edges, and I scream his name, the only name I’ve ever known for him. “Daddy!”
“Take it, sis,” he grunts, his hips slamming against mine in wild, erratic thrusts. “Take Daddy’s cum.”
His cock jerks and pulses, and I feel it shoot inside me. Thick, hot ropes of his seed painting my insides. Pump after pump fills me up, flooding my tight little cunt with his cum as he keeps moving, keeps fucking it deeper into me with each wet stroke.
We stay joined as his cum settles inside me. I can feel it pooling deep in my belly, warm and heavy, and I wonder if it’s making a baby already.
If his swimmers are already finding their mark.
If I’ll miss my next period. If Daddy’s going to make me even more his than I already feel I am.
“Have I paid the price of being a grown-up, Daddy?” My voice comes out ragged and raw, throat scraped from screaming.
His movements slow, his breathing harsh against my neck. He strokes my damp hair and presses his lips to my nipples, kissing each stiff peak with that same startling tenderness.
“For now, sis,” he says, still buried inside me. “You’ve earned it. Earned more than ever.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me, and his dark eyes hold mine with an intensity that makes my breath falter.
“I want to do it again.” The admission comes out of me in a childlike whisper.
I’m not the same girl who held that platter of cookies.
Something inside me feels like it’s cracked open.
I’m what he wants, and he’s what I want, and together, I feel powerful.
Emboldened. “I’m not such a good girl after all.
I’m wicked. I want to be wicked with you, Daddy. Over and over—"
He’s panting, running his fingers over my cheeks. “Just give me a minute.”