“Maybe I’ll just go find a picture of your little sister and see if I can’t make myself look like her,” she said, impressed with herself as she stood at the bathroom door, leaning against it and trying to look sexy.
“Jesus,” Don groaned, looking up from near his dresser. He shook his head and closed his eyes, steadying himself.
Seizing the moment, she came forward quickly and gripped his cock with both hands again. He moaned weakly, swaying forward as she squeezed on it. She wasn’t stroking, or being soft with it though, only gripping it. Seeing the flesh in her hands, it almost looked painful, but he was clearly enjoying what she was doing. She raised both hands up as she gripped him, and fell to her knees in front of him, her eyes never leaving his. Opening her mouth, she leaned forward a bit, but stopped a few inches short and held still, her eyes still looking up at him seductively.
“Oh… my… God…” Don said as she released the death grip she had on his cock.
She knew that he wasn’t saying it out of physical relief. The sight of her on her knees in front of him, practically begging for him to shove his cock in her throat, was no doubt highly erotic and massively exciting for him. He groaned, his hands coming up and moving to the sides of her head for a moment as her heart started to pound in excitement.
With a grunt, he shook his head and dropped his hands. Clearly struggling with behaving himself, he swayed forward a bit, then back, just out of reach as she snaked her tongue out.
“No,” he said, finally backing up. “We shouldn’t. I’m not going to go back on what I told my son. I’ll be okay.”
As he spoke, he reached down and pulled her to her feet. She frowned, obviously disappointed that she hadn’t been able to misbehave, but was happy that they’d had fun, nonetheless.
“I’m sorry, Papa,” she said. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Dex went to work out and I figured that you might need release.”
He shrugged and nodded. “I do, and I know that he says he’s okay with it. I just don’t want to be a possible cause of a fight, okay?”
“I know,” she said. “Just let me know if you want to jerk off watching me play with myself or something today, okay?”
He chuckled, then went to get dressed. She stood, slightly disappointed, and left the room. Heading down the stairs, she was surprised to find that Dex hadn’t gotten home yet.
Pulling on her clothes, she relaxed downstairs by cleaning a bit while she waited for him to get back. She didn’t have to wait long, though, and about ten minutes later she heard him pull in. He came inside and laughed as he saw her run toward him and caught her as she leapt into his arms.
He kissed her fiercely, squeezing her tight, then started to carry her toward the stairs as she giggled.
“Are you still horny?” he asked.
“Very,” she assured him.
Grinning, he looked down at her. “I met a nice married woman at the gym, and she was flirting with me a bit,” he said.
She giggled as she slid to the ground, then pulled him toward the stairs. “Mmm, did you?” she asked.
He nodded, a cheeky grin on his face.
“I’m insanely jealous,” she joked, giggling at him. “Why didn’t you bring her home so that we could just ruin her for her husband?
He groaned, gripping her arms tightly and pulling her toward him.
“God… I want you… right here,” he grunted.
A delightfully naughty plan formed in her mind then, and she looked up at him wickedly.
“How would my boyfriend like to fuck me the same way his dad did?” she asked, silently hoping that she didn’t misjudge his appeal for something like that.
His looked down at her, a single eyebrow raised.
“You’re sooo fucking sexy…” he said deeply, his tone making her pussy moisten her panties even more.
“Take your clothes off,” she ordered.
He immediately started doing just that as she did the same. Stepping up to him, she couldn’t help herself and immediately knelt and took his cock into her mouth, moaning in relief as she felt the warmth of his flesh where it truly belonged. She spent a couple of minutes on her knees, unable to contain her appetite for the act, partly because she loved it, but partly because she’d been so aroused by Don and had wanted to do this very thing for him.
“Tell me happened,” he ordered, swaying back as she slid her lips along his shaft again and again.
She pulled his cock out and looked up, then stood. “The day of the party?” she asked, drawing a nod. She saw the desire to hear the story in his expression and delighted in prolonging telling it. Finally, she winked and looked innocently up at him.
“Well, Don was tending to a pesky little ant bite right on the inside of my thigh,” she said, stroking his cock with one hand.
“Did you see him looking at your pussy?” he asked, groaning in appreciation as she stroked him, her grip fiercely strong.
“I did. But, at first, he was all business, doctoring my bite and being so sweet and caring. Me being who I am, didn’t think about flashing him my pussy. But then he suddenly stood up straight and I saw his massive erection,” she whispered. “He was making these lusty grunts and staring hard at my pussy, and I think he might have even been gripping himself. My pussy was soaked from seeing all those yummy cocks and sexy girls walking around naked, and I was practically oozing onto the counter.”
Dex groaned, closing his eyes and shaking his head, then opening them again after a few seconds. Looking over, he pointed questioningly at a spot on the counter and she shook her head.
“I was sitting here,” she said, moving over to the spot she’d been in when Don had taken her that first time, then hopping up on to it and assuming the position that she’d been in before.
“God… no wonder he couldn’t fucking take it,” he said, groaning as she put her feet up in the same way she had before.
“He was staring at my pussy like he wanted to devour it,” she told him, reaching down and gently rubbing herself for him. “Then it just happened so quickly! I was so shocked and turned on when he grabbed me and just… shoved his cock in me,” she said, talking slowly and staring at him provocatively.
Dex obviously couldn’t take it anymore, and groaned, stepping up as she whimpered in anticipation. In one swift motion he grabbed her in much the same way that Don had and slid his cock completely inside. She cried out in surprise, clutching at him as he held her there, locked in his arms as his cock slid into her.
Stepping back, her held her there for a few seconds, grunting in approval as she whimpered in response, then turned, still holding her. He moved over to the wall that Don had fucked her up against, and she whimpered loudly.
“Oh fuck… you’re going to fuck me just like Papa did?” she asked, hoping that Dexter wanted to hear that.
He groaned, practically slamming her up against the wall and ramming his cock hard up into her. She whimpered, nodding and pulling at his hair. He snarled and kissed her hard, fucking her back up against the wall, grunting with effort.
She whimpered, nodding and clutching at him. “That’s it, baby. Keep fucking me. Punish me!”
“Such a… fucking… slut,” he grunted, holding her tight.
“I’m such a bad girl, baby,” she agreed, his cock hammering again and again into her.
She felt her pussy spasm a bit and she thought back to the first time. Don had seemed so upset by it all. She had an image of the two of them in the kitchen, as if she were standing were Erin had been. Don had his hand on her throat and was pressing hard.
She shook her head, sensing something wrong with the memory, and winced as the Don in her mind slapped her, then started to squeeze his hand on her throat. Realizing that tears were forming, she tried to force the dark thoughts from her mind. An image that terrified her flashed into her mind in that moment. She was screaming silently, Don’s hand around her throat and squeezing fiercely. He was completely inside her, but the look on his face was… malicious. The vision seemed to switch back to them fucking like normal again, but it still felt wrong. She kept begging him to stop, and whimpered in protest, still feeling Dex thrusting into her in the real world.
The vision continued, and she heard the image of herself begging him to stop, but he just kept going. Why wasn’t he listening? Why wasn’t he stopping?
“STOP IT!” she screamed.
The piercing sound of her own voice shattered the image in her mind, and she opened her eyes in surprise, seeing Dex looking at her in shock and fear. She realized that he’d pulled out and set her on the ground and was standing at least a foot away.
“What… what happened?” she asked, looking around and then at Dex. He looked scared.
“You just screamed for me to stop,” he said, his hands up defensively, palms out. “Are you… did I hurt you?”
“Oh… baby… no!” she said. “No… no… no…”
She wiped her eyes, shaking her head and quietly wondering what the hell just happened.
“Sweetie are you okay?” he asked, kneeling beside her.
She nodded, wiping her face again. He reached down and took her hand, and she let him help her up.
“Come on, let’s go to my room and we can talk,” he said.
Sniffling, she let him lead her to his room, and she was surprised that Don hadn’t come to check on the noise, but then figured he might not have heard. She went and sat on the bed; her face was downcast as he shut the door.
“I’m sorry for ruining the fun,” she said, sniffling.
“Jessie, what happened,” he said, kneeling in front of her.
She sighed, shrugging. “I’m not sure. I was having fun, and then I had another… dream… I guess, like the one before.”
He sighed, brushing a hair from her face. “I’m sorry,” he said.
She shook her head. “You don’t need to be sorry. I don’t know why this keeps happening.”