Punishing the Brats

I take a little peak inside before I dare to enter. His workout clothes are spread on the floor and the shower curtain is closed.

How do I want to play this? My tipsy brain makes it hard to come up with a clever plan. I just want to see him! And I want him to see me. I need to see what that gorgeous, buffed chest really looks like.

So, I step inside, leaving the door ajar behind me. He has been showering for a while now and should be finished soon. I don't want to surprise him while he is still in there and risk him to slip in the bathtub. Maybe the smartest thing to do is to wait for him to come out and see me, brushing my teeth at the sink. I need to do that anyway.

Just as I expected, his shower ends shortly after I positioned myself in front of the mirror above our sink, brushing my teeth like a good girl. I instantly turn around to face the shower, when I hear him tear the curtain away.

"Lizzy!" He exclaims in shock as he notices me. He is so surprised, he even forgets to cover himself. Lucky for me!

And oh my god, he is yummy! His broad and wet chest is even more toned than I anticipated. A clearly visible set of muscles forms his tummy and chest area. He has a sixpack, alright. And more than that.

A faint line of dark hair leads the way down to his center, where he sports an enormous cock. It is completely soft when I first lay eyes on it, but still so incredibly meaty and big, I can only imagine what it must look like when it hardens. I need to see...

"What the fuck!" He yells at me, as my eyes are still fixated on his beautiful member. Did I see it grow below my gaze just now? I think, I did!

"Oh, I'm sorry," I slur, seductively playing with the toothbrush in my mouth. "I needed to brush my teeth and didn't feel like waiting, daddy."

He frowns at me. But I can see his eyes flinching, moving up and down my body in just a heartbeat. They linger on my firm, big breasts for a moment, before he can take them off of me to look up at my eyes. I can tell he likes what he is seeing. He wants to put his hands on my tight and young body. I may not be as ripped as him, but I do have a body that every boy at my school lusts after - and I am very aware of that.

I spit in the sink and put my toothbrush away to approach him.

Sadly, John just remembered that he is completely naked and hastily puts a towel around his waist as I stroll towards him.

"Aww," I say, making a sad face. "That was such a beautiful sight, daddy. Why are you stealing it from me?"

"Geez, Lizzy what the hell is wrong with you?" He breathes. "Get out of here! And for god's sake, cover yourself!"

I look up at him and pout. "Why, daddy? Don't you like what you're seeing?"

I observe him as I reach up and seductively cup my large breasts, pushing them together and kneading them the way I know he would love to.

He stares at me. His lower jaw slightly drops as he watches me massaging my tits before his eyes. I can feel my center tingling with lust like it never has before. Damn, he is hot. I wouldn't mind him being my first.

No, I want him to be my first!

"Lizzy!" He warns, now grabbing me at my shoulders and pushing me away. "Stop that, now! You are drunk!"

He gets out of the shower and dashes past me. I smile as I see the bulge beneath the towel he has covered himself in.

He grabs one of the large towels from a shelf and throws it at me. More to chase me out than for me to actually wrap myself in it, I assume.

"Out! Now!" He snaps at me. "I will not tolerate your drunken behavior any longer, young lady!"

Drunk, right. Even my tipsy brain understands that he won't dare to touch me while I am intoxicated. Even though, I am bar far not as drunk as he thinks I am.

But he can't know that, right?

I pout at him. "But daddy, I'm dizzy... will you bring me to bed?"

He looks at me, furious. "No, I think you're perfectly capable of doing that by yourself. Now, leave!"

I sigh and turn around, admitting defeat - but just for tonight.

* * *

I don't even have a hangover the next day. Not even the slightest headache. That should tell him how sane I was. I was easily sober enough to realize what I want.

Him. I want him. I still do, even with my completely sober morning brain. I want this gorgeous, sexy man to be my first. And I want that perfect cock to stretch me until I feel truly full.