Our Father’s Legacy Ch. 3 [M/F]

=== ***MINA*** ===

I know she doesn’t like me, but she’s Logan’s sister and I can’t really do anything about that.

The entire dinner time has me being subjected to judgmental stares from her. His mom is a lot more likable than she is, and I was afraid of being at odds with her. But his sister is just as intense.

When I was about to leave, Logan held my hand as we walked away. I felt like I was drifting in a cloud, being bathe in a sort of warmth that gave me goosebumps.

He and I sat in the back, making light conversation and him rubbing my knees while his other arm is over and around me. I felt so hot, so hot and bothered, because I can’t act on my instinct because his mother is there. I wanted to pounce him, tear his clothes off and make him mine! But his mother is there.

It almost hurts to hold myself back, but I have to. I need to. I’m a good girl, and I am not like my stupid birth mother.

When we got to my place, a small 1 bedroom apartment where my room is basically the living room, Logan hopped out and opened the door for me. He held my hand and walked me out, but not before his mom told him to get the groceries.

Confused, he and I looked at one another. His mom came over and motioned for him to get the groceries, and when we were alone she bent down to look at me. “I know when someone is struggling. Don’t take this the wrong way, okay sweetie, but I don’t like it when a girl my boy likes isn’t eating properly.”

I couldn’t hold back my tear and I leapt over and hugged her. Money has been tight for my parents, and I know they’re trying their best. I should have pride, pride to refuse these gifts, but pride doesn’t fill my belly with food. “Thank you so much,” is all I could say before sniffling and feeling her kiss my cheeks softly.

“It’s okay to need help, don’t be afraid to ask me for it okay?” I nodded. She rubbed my cheeks gently, caressing it and then hugging me tightly. “It’s okay to need help.”

Her warmth enveloped me and I felt… loved. I felt compassion and kindness! Sure, my parents have given me those things but ever since I learned of my circumstances, I felt like a burden to them. I felt like an unwanted situation that ripped them out from everything and everyone they know and plunged them into an unknown land. I still don’t know exactly how my shit of a life giver managed to convince them to come to America, but I swear I will make her pay someday.

“What’s happening here?” I hear Logan ask and I wiped a happy tear away. I see him carrying an armful of hemp bags filled with the groceries we had just bought.

I fumbled with the keys. It’s already late, and my parents are probably asleep. I made sure to inform them that I am safe so they can actually sleep. The apartment door creaked open, too loud for my liking, and each step onto the apartment’s floor produced another set of creak. I flicked the lamp to reveal my room. I keep it clean, I’m not a pig, but it’s apparent that this is the common room. I felt embarrassed to show this to Logan, thank god his mom decided to go back into the car, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Hey babe, take me to your fridge. I’ll help you put these away.”

Babe. He called me babe! Oh, I think it’s official!

I slowly lead him to the kitchen where we slowly put the items away, and as he was about to leave, I needed to do something for him.

I tugged him and pushed him against the doorframe, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to my lips. His hand went to my arms and we kissed passionately. I need to go further, so I started to slide my hand in front of his pants, down past his underwear. I found it, I found him, and his surprised moan told me that he felt my hand.

My god. Is this real? Is he for real? I thought this was rare. But my hand went down lower and lower and I could still feel his shaft. I felt a warm, slime from a thick head travel up beyond my wrist. How long is his dick!? I grabbed the shaft, and it’s thick! How thick is his dick!?

Not wanting to be outdone, his big hand went in front of my pants. I looked at him, square in the eye, and nodded. I felt his finger, rubbing against my moist panties. Softly pinching and pushing into me through it. I held myself back. I held a moan back, but when I felt his actually finger brush against my clit, I couldn’t help but let one out. But he, he kissed me to silence me, and I started to rub his shaft up and down. I could feel the slime dripping down my wrist.

“Baby I want it so bad! I want it, I want you,” I told him. But now is not the time. I sighed deeply and took my hand away, and he took his hand away from me as well. I looked at him, looked at the clear film of goo all over my forearm, and ran my tongue over it to taste his salty precum. I licked my fingers, licked my palm and I made sure to keep my eyes on him. In true Logan fashion, he sucked on the digits that were in my pussy, then we kissed again.

“I want more,” I told him.

“I know, me too,” he said, but the timing is off. I pushed myself off from him and he went out the door after waving goodbye to me as I watch him walk away from the screen door with a pep in his step.

That night, I rubbed myself with memories of him. I had to bite my pillow just so I wouldn’t make any sound. My fingers furiously rubbed my clit and my pussy lips, but the feeling of cumming is fleeting and danced away. I need him so bad. I just imagined him, on top of me, penetrating me with that big dick of his. Making me his, making me cum over and over again. I want his cock to make a mess of my pussy, to make a mess inside of me. I need him so bad!

After all, I am my bitch of a birth giver’s daughter.

===

It’s Friday, the best day. School is hum and dull compared to what happened last night. I couldn’t even remember what the lessons were about, I was waiting for lunch because I’ll then get to spend the rest of the school day with him!

He sat on the last table, waiting for me, waving at me. But he’s not alone. There’s 6 other people with him. His sister is there, but who are the other 5!? Two girls and three boys, I think these are the same people he was with on the pool over summer break.

I took the seat next to him and felt at ease when he touched my hand. Tabitha is on the other side, then the five other sat in front of us.

“This the girl?” Said the girl with a caramel skin, long dark brown hair and perfect complexion. She’s so pretty, hell they’re all really beautiful and handsome!

“The one and only,” Tabitha answered. The girl kind of cocked an eyebrow at me and then scoffed a bit.

Next to her sits a similarly brown skinned guy, with the side of his head shaved and he had a Mohawk. “How long?” He asked.

“Couple of days,” Tabitha answered. He just nodded as he looks at us.

“But are they serious?!” The other girl questioned. A fair skinned girl, long blonde hair with pretty blue eyes. “Like, really serious?”

“I believe they are,” Tabitha answers.

I’m feeling so uncomfortable right now. They’re looking at me, at Logan and I, judging and laughing inside.

“Big bro, you alright?” The football quarterback spoke. He’s gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, but I’m not feeling anything with him. Not like how I feel things with Logan, no not at all. But why is he calling Logan “Big Bro”, anyway?

“I’m fine,” Logan answered as he rubbed the web between my thumb and index finger.

“Like, really fine?” Asked a similarly white gentleman. He looks similar to the other girl, the other white girl.

“I said, I’m fine. Look, can we get this over with.”

They all looked at me. “What’s your intention with our big brother?” They said in unison.

Big brother!? What? I don’t understand.

“Don’t mind them, they’re a nosey bunch,” he said but the barrage of questions came. I was drowning in their voices! Accusatory, probing, relentless, threatening voices!

Each of their faces looked like goblins to me, but when I looked at Logan, he looked so serene as he tries to calm me down. I finally couldn’t stand it as I ran off, running out and into the hallway with Logan calling for me as he gave chase.

When he caught up to me, he saw the face of a bumbling mess. I couldn’t handle pressure like that, I don’t know how to, and I did what anyone would do which is to rub away. He stopped me just as I got to one of the many girls bathroom in this school.

“Hey, hey I’m sorry my brother and sisters did that. I didn’t know they were going to do that, I am so sorry.”

He gave me a tight hug and I just cried into his chest. I let the warm embrace give me a sense of safety, and I found myself getting more and more calm.

“How many do you have?” I asked.

“Seven,” he answered, and before I could even point out there’s only six, he added, “one is up north in a different state.”

He explained them to me, how they’re all the same age but born of different mothers. How his dad fathered many child that he considers his sons and daughters, from different women that he is still in very much contact with. He told me of his mom, Bella, being his wife but he also told me about his aunts, Roxxy, Alana, Alexa and Jackie all bearing his child, as well as his grandmother being accidentally impregnated too.

I couldn’t really wrap my head around the detail, despite them being scant of specifics and vague. All he knows is his father loves all of his children very much and he loves all of his “wives” very much as well.

I felt a little more calm after that. Too calm. Scarily calm. Why? Because my next action dictated the direction of our relationship.

I pulled him into the bathroom; there shouldn’t be many students on this part of the school because PE is done for the day for the most part. I pushed him against the wall and furiously worked his belt.

“Baby, we’re at school!” He reasoned but I’m not about to listen, not when my hormones are dictating my actions. I need him, right now, right here. I don’t care about the consequences, just that I need to do this.

“I know we’re at school,” came my voice, “but I can’t help myself!”

I finally got his belt off, and started to unbutton his jeans. He starts slowly biting my lower lip, grabbing at my back and helping me with his jeans, and when I finally got it down around his knees, I squealed in joy.

I was right. He has a massive dick. Just the outline of it being hugged by his briefs, being contained within so it wouldn’t be so apparent. I could see it throb.

I reached inside and gently brought it out into the brisk restroom air. He hissed upon feeling my hand around his shaft. Long and girthy, with several veins running up towards the meaty head. It’s darker than his skin, with a nearly red head.

“Oh my god,” I simply said, “I can’t believe how big it is.”

“You must think I’m some monster,” he lamented and I couldn’t help but correct him.

“It’s gorgeous,” I said, “and it’s perfect!”

I felt drawn to it, as I should. That shapely head, how a clear fluid is collecting over the slit. I stroked his cock while kissing him deeply, hungrily.

“Should we really do this?” He asked, although he’s not really doing anything to stop me.

“We should,” I answered, “I really want to.”

“Okay. Just for you, okay.”

My fingers are coated with this clear fluid that’s running out. I got on my knees and held it up by the tip of my fingers, held it up against his belly. His balls are sizable, packed with semen I would think.

I pressed my nose against it, getting lost in his scent. Getting lost in his taste as I let his scrotum fall onto my tongue. I started sucking on one of his balls

Mmm, watching him moan in pleasure makes me so hot. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never done something like this before! Logan is also the first boy I kissed, and the first boy I let touch me in any sexual manner. I’m going by pure instinct alone.

“Oh, how-how do you know how to do these things?” He mumbled loudly.

“Pure lust,” I told him. I’ve never felt so horny before in my life, never, and there has been some pretty attractive guys in my home country. But none really made me feel like he has.

My tongue then ran up from the root of his dick then slowly up towards the head. As I got closer, I started tasting the clear, slimy liquid. I got to taste how salty it is. I got to smell how strong it smells as I got closer to it. It turns me on so hard, so hard and so much, and I couldn’t help myself.

I started kissing the head, slowly and softly, tasting him all over. He gave me shuddering gasps and I could see, on the corner of my eyes, how his hands want to hold my head. He wants to hold my head still and violate my mouth with his penis.

So I took those same hands and guide it towards the side of my head. My lips cupped the front side of his penis perfectly, letting my tongue rub up and down the little slit.

Then I felt his hand migrate to the back of my head, and grabs my ponytail. I’m waiting for it, so I slacked my jaw in anticipation.

He started pressing towards him, and more and more of his meat starts to go into my mouth. I could feel my tongue cradle his dick. I could feel the rim of his penis rub against the roof of my mouth. He let out a big moan, then he heard me gag a little as he got close to the back of my mouth.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said but his dick is in my mouth and I couldn’t answer properly. I grabbed the back of his leg and forced myself down, gagging and choking on him. “Oh, fuck!” He yelped.

I’m not experienced. I don’t know my limit, and I’m trying to find it. I could take enough of his dick to make him moan loudly. Lines of saliva has dripped down from my chin and slathered my thighs. Tears ran down my face.

His cock filled my mouth, and all I could smell is his manliness. His smell has forever imprinted itself on me. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I belong to him now. I’m his bit now. His slut. His personal whore.

When I came off his dick, looking at the monster dripping with my saliva, I coughed while looking right at him. Immediately, I got onto the sink and hiked up my skirt.

“Fuck me. Fuck me!” I demand, but he has other plans. He spread my leg, pushed my panties aside and let a tongue plop down on it. He held my legs back while his tongue slobbered and licked and slapped my poor little pussy, and all I could do is hold back my moans while holding the back of his head.

The faucet is right by my head. The sink itself or by my shoulder. He’s pulling me more and more towards him as he continued to eat me out. I don’t know if I’m the first girl he’s done this with, but he’s so familiar with it that I have doubts. How his tongue would dig into me. How his lips would suck on my little clit. How he would suck on my lips softly, but with a bit of force behind it.

It didn’t take long for me to start cumming. I’ve been holding it back, making sure not to make any big noise just in case someone is walking by.

I’ve had orgasms before. Ok horny nights with me imagining myself in the place of girls in slutty pictures.

But this time? Not the same. It’s a completely different feeling. Logan kept pulling and pulling until he’s nearly standing and I’m leaning on the back of my neck on the sink.

He kept sucking, and licking, and kissing, and biting my pussy and my clit. I could t hold back anymore. I have to let it out!

“*Zkurvysyn*, I’m going to cum!!!”

I shrieked as I covered my face with my hand. An intense feeling, something I’ve never felt before, washed over me like a midday tide. My stomach wanted to curl forward but my back wanted to stay upright. My thigh wanted to squeeze his head. My toes curled back, and my chest wanted to follow my belly. My abs started to shake and tremble, same with my thigh. All I could feel is this intense shocking feeling, like I’m being gently electrocuted, and my entire body felt like it’s on fire and being softly pinched and pricked.

He slowly set me down. Slowly and carefully. I couldn’t stop whimpering. I couldn’t stop cursing at him. I want to slap him. To punch him. To hit him, but my desire for something else, something more, is way too much.

Once I’m right, sitting on the sink like before, he leaned forward and kissed me with his face wet with my fluids. I didn’t shy away, no, and why should I? He gave me such an intense orgasm that I wasn’t sure what to do.

Then, the bell rang and we knew we have to leave. We knew we have to go to history, but we looked at one another and smiled. Footsteps came, and he took me into one of the stalls, locked the door and sat on the toilet. He brought his leg up and pressed it against the door.

Voices flooded in. Shit! Logan sat me on his lap, facing him, with his dick pressed up against my little tulips, and he covered my mouth with his hand. He and I looked at one another, waiting for them to go away.

“God, did you guys hear about McKenzie? Like, he’s going out with that asshole Ryan,” said one of the girls.

“I know, right? Like, she can do so much better it’s not even funny!” The other chimed in.

“Seriously, McKenzie can do better. Like, maybe go after Caleb or Dimitri.”

“Or Logan.”

Then they all laughed. “Logan? That weirdo? No way!”

What makes him a weirdo!? How dare they! I wants to burst out and shake their heads until the hamster fell of the wheel! I want to mess them up! But Logan shook his head, seeing me make an angry face. He simply kissed me to satiate my bloodlust.

“Do you guys smell something?”

“No, wait… it smells like… a fucking bathroom. Come on, girl, we’re in a bathroom for fucks sake what else is it supposed to smell like? Let’s go, Jesus we’re going to be late!”

The sound of foot rushing towards the door, and then the sound of door slamming shut, and Logan let out a sigh of relief. I’m still softly shaking from the orgasm that had just ran me over.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded my head. I’m afraid if I speak,I won’t stop thanking him. But I have to speak. “We can keep going,” I said and he softly brushed my cheeks.

He sat me down on the toilet seat and my feet went on top of the metal hand rail and the metal toilet paper holder. I spread my thin pussy lips for him, eager to welcome his dick into its new place.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked.

“I’ve never been more sure in my entire life,” was my answer. “Take my virginity. Take it, I want you to have it.”

I took his dick because I sensed his hesitancy. He gulped down to moisten his throat, and looked down as my hand slowly guides him towards my pussy.

“Take it, baby. Take it, it’s yours.”

“It’s mine?” He asked just to clarify.

I nodded and he licked his lips. Slowly he pushed it in, spreading my lips apart and putting an immense amount of pressure going into me.

“So big!!” I squealed as I bit down in my lip. “Oh god it’s so big!”

I felt a snap inside of me, then a sharp pain that I fought through, and then more and more of his cock just pushing against my walls.

“It’s so tight,” he grunts, “so fucking tight!“

Then I felt an incredible amount of pleasure wash over me as he got a bit deeper. For a moment, it’s giving me the urge to pee. Like my muscles are trying to squeeze my bladder. But as he pressed on it even more, it started to feel good more and more.

“Oh fuck, yes! Yes! Oh fuck you’re so deep!”

“You like that?” He asked.

“I love it! I love it!” I answered him happily.

His dick felt so good! I’ve never felt anything remotely close to him, stuffing me with his meaty dick. It felt good going in and going out. I looked down, watching his magnificent cock bury itself into me, and when he pulls back my pussy clings onto him tightly, like it didn’t want to let go.

“Oh you feel so good, Mina,” he moaned. “You feel so good!”

“I feel good too baby! I feel so good!”

I looked down and noticed that he would only put half of his dick in. I looked at him, looked him in his eyes, and said, “I want all of it, Logan! All of it! Don’t shy away, give it to me, give me all of it!”

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck me deep, baby! Fuck me deep!”

He took a deep breath before pushing in all of him into me. All of his cock that’s as long as my arm. It felt glorious. It made me feel complete! Then, he pressed against the wall and a bolt of electricity went up my spine and into my brain.

I didn’t know what happened. All I realize is that I’m gasping for air. Gasping, breathing fast and shallow while trying to hold onto the burning, electric feeling. Then he pushed into me again and I lost it, and it spreads to my arms and legs. I couldn’t help but twist his shirt in my palm, and my legs curled over and stayed like that.

“Mina, are you okay? Say something?” He called out softly as he held onto my back.

“K-keep g-g-going! Cumming h-hard!”

I shouted softly, not wanting the outside world to hear us. I shouted into his shirt as I clung onto him.

“B-babe, I’m gonna cum,” he said softly. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

“No, don’t cum inside me! No, no!”

I think he took that as meaning something else. He took his dick out of me and started to stroke it, threatening to empty his load right into the toilet bowl. “No, give it to me!” I gasped at him, then he looked at me in confusion.

So I took his rock hard cock from his hand and pulled him up. I sat up on shaky thighs and hugged his lower back while taking his dick into my mouth. Oh, the taste! The taste turns me on so much! Just tasting me as it flavors his cock! I sucked his dick, listening to him whispering and mumbling, and then I felt his hands grab the back of my head and he thrusted just a bit harder.

Oh my gosh, the explosion of taste! Salty and a little sweet, his cum taste so wonderfully exotic! I felt the spray hit the back of my throat, clinging against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I felt him cover and fill up my mouth and I had to swallow it just to make room for more. He kept cumming, over and over, filling up my mouth three and four times with his heavy spunk, and I swallowed it all! It’s definitely thick and the smell is so strong. He came so much that cum seeped out from the side of my mouth, dribbling down from my chin and onto my tits.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry! I-I don’t! I don’t masturbate, I’m so sorry!”

He apologized profusely, over and over, while getting his dick sucked cleanly. I made sure to lick and suck it all up, like a good girl, and I made sure that his penis is clean.

Thank god no one is around. Thank god no one could hear us! Everyone must be in class by now. Oh, thank god!

“You came so much, baby,” I said playfully, “if you came inside of me, I would’ve gotten pregnant.”

“I said I was sorry,” he repeated.

“Who said I was angry?” I giggled, “I wouldn’t mind getting pregnant by you.”

He was speechless by that, and he struggled to find the words. “Help me up, babe. My legs are a bit weak.”

And yeah, my legs were tired and wobbly. He pulled my skirt and shirt down, he made sure to wipe up any cum that was on my breast but before he could toss the tissue away I took it from him and smelled it. “That’s mine,” I said after a deep inhale, “god that smells good.” I put it carefully into my pocket.

He held onto my arms as I struggled to walk. He swung his arm around my back and hooked it under my opposite arm. “Look what you did to me,” I giggled.

“I said I was sorry,” he said for the third time.

“Baby, I’m not mad, jeez.”

“Oh, okay,” he calmly said, “it’s the tone, isn’t it?

“Gee, you think so?” I sarcastically teased and he laughed.

We stepped out into the hallway, and luckily no one was there. We staggered and hobbled our way towards History. Thank god the education system did away with backpacks, because those would just encumber us even more. Now, all of our textbooks are in our phones.

When we stumbled into History, we’re met with curious glances and the teacher in the middle of his speech.

“Sorry, sorry. I tripped and Logan helped me out,” I said with great embarrassment.

“Well good on Mr. Campbell-Patterson for that!” He said, “but as per protocol, you need to go to the nurse first.”

I nodded, and so did Logan. We got a look on our classmates faces; some were laughing at the absurdity of us. Some shook their head.

But Tabitha? She knew what happened. I can tell she knew. Her horrified eyes told me so. I took a semblance of joy from that, for getting back at her.

~ End of Chapter 3 ~

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