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There’s an unusually long pause between the garage closing and the sounds of your keys in the front door. I turn from my spot at the counter and my suspicions are confirmed; your face is drawn, mouth set in a hard line. You have had A Bad Day At Work. Blessedly rare, but when things go sideways and tempers flare, you’re the one they send in to smooth things over. Sometimes, that means getting berated until you can calm the client down enough to figure out what the actual problem is.
I frown and shut my laptop, ending my own workday. This at least explains the short, terse texts throughout the afternoon. You’re still standing in the entryway, trying now on a conscious level to leave the day’s events behind you. I slide off the stool and you blink, focusing on the movement.
“So…” I approach and snag your lunch kit from your hands. “Here are the options: 30 minutes to decompress, a stiff drink, and a blowjob” I list, holding up three fingers in turn. You huff a laugh through your nose, that dour expression finally cracking.
First I just wanted to say thank you for reading and sorry if this sucks. It’s my first one, just so you girls/guys can get to know me. My names is malik and I am 23 I am a competitive powerlifting and an active duty marine currently deployed.
[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/j7fhng/ohana_means_fuck_her_brains_out_r34_size/)
Things had been rough for a long time, but Nani was starting to feel pretty good. Because even after all these years, after taking the job at the club, and even after having a few sugar daddy’s she’d pumped to make ends meet… David had still come for her. Ok sure, some people would say he was kind of a massive simp. Yes, it was a bit pathetic how he still pined for her even when she’d sent him a few drunk texts of her talking about the men she’d fucked. But he was a good man! Right? And she had saved up enough money that she was thinking about quitting stripping all together, and she wanted a stable boyfriend, and maybe something more.
So when he offered to give her a ride to and from work she took him up on it. She even gave him a private dance at half price. And now she was holding his hand as he drove her down the back road to her and Lilo’s home. David… was going to get lucky tonight, and they both knew it.
Resting my head on your chest, I watch you take my hand and slowly move it down your body, until it’s just below your belly button. “Right there,” you whisper, holding my hand firmly in place. “Wait, no, not there,” you say, moving my hand two inches to the right. Your hand is on the back of mine, pushing my fingers into your belly. “There it is, right there. Do you feel it?” you ask with an excited little laugh.
“I think so?” I say quietly. Then I feel it. A tiny flutter followed by what I can only guess is a big kick. “There it is!” I say, lifting my head slightly to get a better view over your perfectly round belly. I feel another flutter, as you push my hand a little deeper, trying to find the perfect spot.
“Yes, that’s right, baby,” you whisper in a loving voice, presumably no longer talking to me, “do you know who that is?”
Another flutter, a big shift to your left side, you quickly move my hand to follow. “Where are you going, little one?” you laugh, chasing the tiny movements with our hands until it settles again with one more tiny flutter. “Shhh, baby. It’s okay. It’s okay. That’s your daddy.”
If there was one thing that ruined a party—at least as far as Jack was concerned—it was his sister.
It wasn’t that it was a bad party. One of the perks of living in a college town was the wild parties thrown for every conceivable excuse, fueled by regular trips to the liquor store and the adventurous impulses of students enjoying their first years away from home. Jack liked to avoid the more extreme ones—being 28, he’d already learned that it wasn’t the booze or the hangover that made a party great—but that still left him plenty of options for more relaxed, more mature get-togethers among the grad students and other alumni.
And who didn’t enjoy a good Halloween party? He’d pass on the costumes and prank wars, but it was still one of his favorite holidays. There was just something about it that helped people relax, as if by being given the chance to be someone else, they could really be themselves. So of course he’d accepted when his old roommate Sam reached out with an invitation. He’d been looking forward to the party all week.
But then there was his sister.
“Well, what do we have here?” I say with a bemused smirk as I loosen my tie, while my voice pulls you back to reality from your reverie where you lay. As you smile up at me I can’t help but let out a growl of appreciation. Disheveled though you may be, you look adorable as all hell. The type of cuteness that unleashes the beast within your Daddy, a fact that I was about to remind you off when I heard the hollow *clunk* of the empty wine bottle tumble to the floor as you perch yourself on the edge of the bed. Rosy cheeks flushing scarlet you simper up at me, holding my gaze through your lashes I barely manage to hold back a physical swoon – instead I gently place my thumb and index finger under your chin, tilting your face up to mine I softly place my lips against your own. Leisurely I kiss you, caressing your lips with my own, the tip of my tongue parting your lips as the kiss deepens. Your own tongue eagerly awaiting mine as they wrestle and entwine. Breathlessly I release you from the spell of our kiss, your shining eyes trapping my own in their gaze. Unabashed desire written clear upon your countenance as I lick my lips as I smirk down at you. “That Merlot is a nice drop, huh Princess?”
“Mhmm!” You squeak whilst nodding.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Pleased, my grin is wide as I cup your cheek in my hand, running my thumb softly over your wet lips “Does Princess want playtime, hmmm?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Manners.”
“Yes p-please, D-daddy.” Unbuckling my belt your hungry eyes snap down to the bulge in my slacks as you bite your lip before looking back up at me with a salacious smile.
“Of course you fucking do. Now open wide.”
Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated as I continue this WIP story. Definitely helps in terms of motivation and encouragement!
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jd3jwj/the_other_sister_pt_1_mf_cheating_handjob_blowjob/)
Three days later, Ashley got her chance. Over the last few days, she had masturbated herself to sleep every night and on at least two occasions during her morning showers. The memory of her forbidden and taboo encounter with her sister’s boyfriend brought her to a powerful orgasm every time, but it wasn’t even about him. She barely thought about his cock or his face as she came. Instead, it was always about the twistedness of the events, of the act of pulling attention away from her sister and toward herself, and deep down inside, in a place she would have never willfully uncovered, of degrading her prude of a sister, her sister that always came in first… except for now.
So, when Dan approached her while Maddie was in the bathroom one night and said he’d been thinking about what they did and that he wanted to do it again, Ashley was more than ready and made plans for another night of debauchery. They waited until the next day. Dan was going to see Maddie for a date later that night and came by beforehand to meet up with Ashley while Maddie was still in class.
Work in progress tale. Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated. Definitely helps in terms of motivation and encouragement. Hope you enjoy!
Ashley gagged lightly as Eric’s cock pushed at the entrance to her throat. The contracting muscle tightened around his tip and made him involuntarily moan out loud above her. She shot him a warning glance, deep brown eyes glaring up at him from behind her glasses, and he mouthed an apology before she went back to bobbing her head back and forth onto his dick. She really wished he was either just a little bit smaller so as to comfortably fit the length of her mouth or a just a bit bigger so she could take him into her throat. Instead, he was the exact right size that every time she made it to his base, her petite nose pressing into his abdomen, the head of his cock just barely shoved its way past the back of her throat, making her gag. As much as he seemed to like it, it annoyed her to no end.
Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated as I continue this WIP story. Definitely helps in terms of motivation and encouragement!
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jd3ebo/the_other_sister_pt_1_mf_cheating_handjob_oral/)
Three days later, Ashley got her chance. Over the last few days, she had masturbated herself to sleep every night and on at least two occasions during her morning showers. The memory of her forbidden and taboo encounter with her sister’s boyfriend brought her to a powerful orgasm every time, but it wasn’t even about him. She barely thought about his cock or his face as she came. Instead, it was always about the twistedness of the events, of the act of pulling attention away from her sister and toward herself, and deep down inside, in a place she would have never willfully uncovered, of degrading her prude of a sister, her sister that always came in first… except for now.
So, when Dan approached her while Maddie was in the bathroom one night and said he’d been thinking about what they did and that he wanted to do it again, Ashley was more than ready and made plans for another night of debauchery. They waited until the next day. Dan was going to see Maddie for a date later that night and came by beforehand to meet up with Ashley while Maddie was still in class.