His Surprise Baby - His Secret Baby

There were over a dozen hot, bikini clad girls splashing around below my bedroom window, but I still had no interest in them. I had become one of the bookworms I had once made fun of, taking the name of “study break” from college much more literally than most.

I was trying to block out the fighting between my dad and my grandpa. The huge rooms of the mansion had great acoustics. Grandpa called my dad, his own damn son, soft and weak. I knew even then that he was wrong. Not only was my dad neither of those things, but it also wasn't right to say it as though it were a bad thing. As if sensitivity and openness to emotion were handicaps in a man.

I glanced up from my micro-economics text and stole a look out the window. It really was a glorious sight, all those lovely young bodies glistening in the sun. Kristen was among them of course but I ignored that. As fates would have it, this was the exact moment when Kora arrived.

I watched as she awkwardly took off her street clothes, revealing a bikini underneath. She had lost a bit of weight since I had been in high school but was still curvy in all the right places. Her new bikini was showing off her body in a way that was almost scandalous.

I saw suddenly, selfishly, happily, that I was the only male their age within view of the party goers, the party being a girls-only affair, either by accident or design. I had never noticed Kristen hanging out with very many boys. Boys hanging off her, yes, but she only really seemed to have attention for her current boyfriend of the hour. All of her friends seemed to be girls. Kora was always chief among them, of course.

I watched as Kora and Kristen hugged. It looked a bit strained but friendly enough. I realized later they were already drifting apart.

From what I was told by Kristen, their parting had been mostly done on Kora's end, though she didn't know exactly why. I had a pretty good idea but didn't dare tell her. I had already hurt her enough.

I got back to work, and Kora joined in with the party, occasionally glancing up at my window at the same moment I was glancing down at her, trying to get another look at her beautiful body, my lust overcoming my common sense.

I forced myself to focus on my reading, which was about the intricate details of the Keynesian system of trade, wondering why we hadn't gone with that. I was trying to put Kora well out of my mind when a gentle knock came at my door.

Figuring it was either Kristen or my mom, I got up to open it, never expecting what I found on the other side.

"Hi," Kora said, shyly.

"Hi," I said, unable to keep my eyes from her luscious young tits, barely contained by her bikini top.

"Get lost on your way back from the kitchen?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"No but I can see how that could happen, considering the kitchen and the living room are in different zip codes."

"Not quite, but there are two different phone numbers for the house and the servants’ quarters," I said, this actually being true.

"Servants’ quarters," Kora said, stifling a laugh.

"What?" I asked.

"Sorry, that's just not a word you hear a lot anymore, except maybe on consume dramas."

"Fair point," I conceded, "though to be fair, that is just the traditional term at this point. Dad calls it employee lodging."

"C-can I come in?"

"Why?" I asked, the wound in my heart starting to burn a bit.

"I-I want to show your something."

"I guess," I said, stepping back and opening the door for her.

She came in quickly, as though afraid of getting caught, and I closed the door behind her, just in case. I think my parents knew what I had been doing. The sounds would have been hard to ignore but ignore it they did.

Though I wasn't sure what would happen if I was actually found with a girl in my room. I had never put it to the test, formerly preferring to pursue my conquests elsewhere.

"What do you-"

I stopped, more than a little stunned as Kora took off her bikini bra, revealing her beautiful tits, her nipples still hard from the cold water.

"I-"

Before I could speak, she took down her bikini bottoms.

Her pussy was even nicer than I had imagined. Tight, pink, neatly shaved. Pristine. Perfect.

She came over and stood in front of me. Taking my hand, she put it on her pussy. I just left it there for a moment, cupping her tender lips, unable to think, let alone move.

Kora did my thinking for me, holding me gently by the wrist and rubbing her pussy against my opening hand. Eventually I realized it was really happening and started moving it myself, taking her by the hips as I did so.