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Authors: Nikki Wild
“Goddammit,” he gritted, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…”
Kayla buried her face in his shoulder, whimpering and whining as her stepfather took her, forcing himself again and again into her tight channel. She bit hard on her lip, stifling her impassioned cries as her walls gave way around him, welcoming his shaft inside of her with every thrust.
“I need it so bad, baby girl,” he told her, his voice strained with a carnal fever. “It’s been so long since I got to fuck a pussy this tight, so long since I got to unload inside one… Ohh, Kayla, I need to fill my little girl with my cum!”
Kayla shrieked, dragging her nails down her stepfather’s back as he pistoned in and out of her. She wrapped her legs high around him, crossing her ankles over his back and allowing him unfettered access into her hot, wet depths.
“Yes, Daddy!” she wailed, sinking her teeth into his neck. “I want it sooo bad! Don’t hold back, Daddy. Let me take care of you the way Mommy should…”
Carter grunted, a deep, guttural sound that came out more animal than human. He grabbed Kayla’s hair, forcing her head back as he looked into her face, grinding his teeth in an effort to keep from spilling inside of her right there and then.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his cock already pulsing against the walls of her pussy. She obeyed, meeting his intense gaze, watching the struggle to hold back the tides of his lust play out on his face. “I want you to watch me, Kayla. I want to watch my baby girl’s face as I cum.”
Kayla nodded as best she could with her hair bunched in his fist, fluttering her lashes and licking her lips as her stepfather thrust to completion inside of her. He gave a strangled roar just before his tip burst, sending jets of searing hot cum into Kayla’s horny cunt.
“Yes!” Carter cried, and Kayla stared at him in awe, feeling his cum pooling in her pussy. There was so much of it. She was sure it was filling her womb right at this moment, creating the life that would allow her to have one of her own.
When he finally stopped, he pressed his head to her chest, catching his breath as Kayla reveled in the sensation of having been filled below him. What he’d given her was so much sweeter than any orgasm. She felt completely, wholly satisfied, and she knew that this was just the beginning.
It didn’t take long for Carter to get Kayla pregnant. With her mother gone so often, they had plenty of opportunity to fuck in every room of his huge house, and soon she was happily breaking the news after waking him up with a long and deliciously deviant blow job.
Her mother was less ecstatic about the whole thing. Of course, Kayla and Carter had concocted a story about some boy at school knocking her up, which kept their affair a secret while allowing Kayla plenty of reason to want to put the baby up for adoption. Carter convinced her mother to take care of the child, instead, and since Kayla would be living at home for the foreseeable future after changing her major from business to the arts, she’d basically have her daughter to serve as a live-in nanny.
She had no idea that Kayla and Carter were raising the child in tandem, but that was really for the best. While the baby would surely grow up to call Kayla’s mother “Mommy,” it was a small price to pay for the freedom this had afforded her. She could now pursue the kind of life she’d always wanted, which meant she had little reason to keep drinking and partying to excess. More than that, she’d forged a close relationship with her stepfather, one that kept her cumming almost every night her mother was away.
Sometimes, she wondered if there was another child in their future. That one might be a harder sell for the both of them, so they had to be careful not to push their luck with Kayla’s mother.
Still, it
was
tempting, and there was nothing like a little risk to get Carter and Kayla horny as hell. This was a dangerous game, they knew, but one they were only too happy to keep playing. After all, Carter had always believed in wise investments requiring some degree of risk. This one just happened to be a little sexier, a little more taboo, than most.
And it was an investment that kept paying dividends. Her future was an open book, and she couldn’t wait to draw the story across its pages. It might not have been a traditional happily ever after, but it was every bit as wonderful, and it always would be…
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Here’s a little taste of “STEP GUARDIAN”:
Part of me wanted to beat on him with my fists, push him away, take out on him what I couldn’t take out on Caleb. But another part of me needed this, needed to feel my stepbrother’s strength and sheltering caress. Instead of avoiding it I surrendered, gripping his back and burying my face in the heat of his chest, inhaling the scent I’d grown up with, the one that always made me feel so safe.
“You’re always saving me,” I muttered, my throat clenching as I tried not to cry again. “You’ve always been there for me, Kennith. I’m so sorry I’ve let you down…”
Kennith cupped my face in his hands. He looked into my eyes. I’d never seen such sincerity. “I love you,” he said to me. “I mean it, Colette. I’d do anything for you. You know that.”
I did. Kennith had always been there for me. He’d protected me from my stepmother’s wrath and my father’s devotion to her. He’d made me feel wanted and loved when no one else could bother. He’d always been the one I could rely on, my secret-keeper, my one speck of truth in a world full of lies.
I didn’t know why at the time, but I did the unthinkable then. I knew it wasn’t right, but I wanted it more than anything else. He had always given me such comfort. He’d always looked at me in ways that Caleb never did.
Hardly knowing I was doing it, I leaned forward and kissed my stepbrother right on the lips.
The instant our mouths collided, I expected him to pull back. I envisioned him recoiling, a look of disgust upon his handsome face. Maybe he’d send me back to rehab, or to some other facility where they treated damaged goods like me. Whatever the scenario, when I imagined Kennith’s reaction, I thought of nothing good.
I lost myself in the feeling instead, in the sweltering heat of his mouth, the delicate shape of his lips, the caress of his breath against my nose. I tried to savor that moment, tried to let it entangle me and grow in my heart, but the anxiety would not budge and I had to open my eyes and know.
I had to know what would happen now. I’d crossed a line, and I needed to know if Kennith was coming with me.
He didn’t draw back. His eyes were open too, gazing into mine, but I didn’t see rejection there. Then he hesitated and I withdrew, allowing him to say:
“Colette… are you sure? I mean, you’re…”
“Damaged,” I finished for him. “I know. But I need you, Kennith. You’re the only one who understands me, the only one who makes me feel whole and alive. I need that right now. Tonight. You’re the only one who can give it to me. Please…”
Kennith looked at me. It was not the way a brother should look at his stepsister. But then again, Kennith hadn’t looked at me in a brotherly way in a very long time.
There had always been something between us. I knew it was forbidden, something to be ashamed of, and yet I’d never thought of it that way. What Kennith and I had, or could have, seemed pure. When I looked at him, I saw the eyes of a lover, a confidant and friend. We weren’t of the same blood. Why should it matter?
Though we’d never spoken of it freely, Kennith appeared to feel the same way. Tentatively, he closed his mouth over mine again, and I stumbled backward toward the bed, leading him with me until I felt the edge of the mattress against my thighs.
“Don’t say anything,” I urged him. This was too perfect. I didn’t want anything to ruin it. “Please, just be mine tonight, Kennith.”
Though I’d bidden him not to, Kennith spoke anyway. “Always,” he said. Somehow, that made it more perfect than it already was.
He lifted me onto the bed, tugging my shirt up over my head and letting my wild hair fall down around my shoulders. He slid his hand up into it along my nape, bringing me in for another kiss against his candied lips, his free hand tracing the curve of my waist as I reached behind to unclasp my bra.
My breasts fell free and I discarded the thing, pressing against his chest skin-to-skin for the very first time. It was electrifying and soothing all at once, as though we were two puzzle pieces figuring out just how to fit together. I moaned, unable to stop myself from reaching down to see if he felt the same way.
His stiff cock greeted me, pressing through the flimsy fabric of his pajama pants. I gripped it, running my thumb along the tip and just underneath it, feeling the sensitive ridge that made him squirm and groan. I pumped him in my hand gently, letting the material caress his shaft as he pulsed and throbbed, balls tensing with each pass.
His hands dropped to my jeans. He undid the button and unzipped them, pulling them off my hips along with my modest panties. I was glad he hadn’t seen them. When he next looked at me, I wanted him to see everything. I wanted him to know me in the most intimate of ways. I wanted him to fuck all traces of Caleb out of me and fill me with the love and acceptance I truly deserved.
It made me wonder if I’d ever really needed rehab. Maybe I’d just needed Kennith this whole time. Nothing they had done or tried to do had convinced me of my worth, but when Kennith touched and kissed me, I felt rare, beautiful, and priceless.
I scooted back on the bed, lying against the pillows and letting him rest between my legs. I slid his waistband down past his narrow hips and let his cock spring free, his moist tip pressed against my taut stomach. As he kissed my neck I looked down, marveling at the size of him. He was so much larger than Caleb had been, and his dick looked so good lying against my skin.
“Please,” I whispered, raising my hips to greet his. “Take me, Kennith. I need to feel something other than pain. Please, big brother… make it stop hurting…”