Men, she thought, so easily regretted their choices in women or moved on after they had their fill, but her daddy…
He kissed her, wrapped his thick arms around her and held her to him tightly. “I love you baby,” he murmured into her ear in a weary, husky voice, still so laden with desire for her. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
She curled into him, nuzzling his face, her nose lightly brushing against his. It was her first time, and she was so glad she waited for her daddy.
His Brat’s Fertile First Time: Blaire
Book Themes:
Step-Father / Step-Daughter, Taboo, Barely Legal, Bareback, and Breeding
Word Count:
8,140
“Jeremy is a total asshole,” Samantha sneers, laying back on her pool chair, her bikini lightly strung around her neck. Samantha is hot as the Sahara, but then, so are all of my friends. But none of them can be honest with me, not like her. With her dark brown hair and pale green eyes, she doesn’t look as vicious as she could be, at least not in that traditional high school sense.
Though in three days we’ll be out of that hellhole, for good. So why am I so miserable that Jeremy dumped me just before finals? I saw it coming, after all. I mean, he’s going to New York to study theater of all things. I figured once he left school he was planning on coming out of the closet anyways. Four years of football and grunting in the men’s locker room was sure to set his mind going.
But I’m still heartbroken. I could hide it from everyone except Samantha.
I turn onto my stomach, my fingers finding the string on the back of my bikini and u
nfastening it. I have the house to myself when my dad’s at work, and we don’t have an exam today, so why not get a little sun?
It feels so good on my already tanned skin, and I open my eyes to look at Samantha. My gaze is shielded by my dark glasses, and I look over her huge tits, her perfect stomach, and toned thighs.
Men would kill for her, I know that, because she makes me hate her with envy and want to go a little gay. The thought distracts me from Jeremy for a second as I imagine running my mouth over her body, tasting her hidden areas.
“Earth to Blaire, hello?”
My cheeks flush, and I tuck some of my blonde hair behind my ear.
“Fuck him,” I say, crassly. I didn’t care. It’s not like we ever fucked. He was my arm candy, just like I was his. Or so I kept telling myself. In reality, I was holding out ‘til prom night to give it up to him, but I guess that isn’t going to happen anymore.
So I’m going to college a virgin.
Not like I’ll be the first, and I know once I get there, I won’t have any trouble getting laid.
Samantha might be perfect, but truth is, we’re pretty damn similar, except I’m blonde and my eyes are more of an icy blue, and my skin holds a tan better than her, even if I do freckle a little. Plus she has tits where I, well, don’t. My daddy — well, step-father — has promised me a boob job for my graduation present, if I want it.
“Once you get to college, you’re going to have to be beating those guys off with a stick,” she says, her full lips pulled into a wide, toothy grin.
“Phrasing, Samantha,” I say, but I’m laughing, rolling back onto my stomach and tugging my bikini top off, tossing it to the side. I don’t care that I’m topless around her. It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve sunbathed together, and she barely even blinks. I blame my flat chest for that, and let out a soft sigh as my nipples stiffen with a gust of warm, spring air.
“Well, you’ll want to beat them off with something better than a stick in that way. Try your hand,” she retorts.
The sunglasses hide my pained expression as I speak, “I just figured he was the one I wanted to be my first, that’s all.”
Samantha giggles, cruelly, as she tosses her sunhat to the side, looking up at the sky. She usually has no shame, but today she’s keeping her bikini fastened, and I feel a little uneasy about that, but I try to push it away. I’m just a bit delicate, that’s all, I try to tell myself. Reading into things that aren’t there.
“I can’t get over the fact that you’re a fucking virgin, Blaire. You’re hotter than anyone else at school, and I know more than a half dozen guys that have been pleading for a chance at your puss. Maybe prom can be your big night,” she teases.
And then there’s the sound of a man clearing his throat.
I turn, and gape at my step-father, standing there in his suit.
It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t so intimidating. So tall, statuesque and good looking.