God, she's pretty when she cries with my cock in her mouth.
I imagine her hand between her legs as she sucks me off.
“Rub that sweet little button for daddy. I like to see you get off while you're sucking me.”
Three more pumps and I'm ready to blow. The vision in my head of my niece on her knees, taking my cock, her hand between her legs is too much.
So much wanting has been trapped inside of me for so long. The orgasm bursts from my balls. I grit my teeth to keep from roaring my pleasure and waking her up.
I spend all over her cute little tits. Spurt after spurt, landing on her nipples, her chest. Then I aim some towards her bellybutton, filling up that little hole, because all her holes are mine from now on.
How am I going to break this to my brother? I push the thought away. I’ll deal with that when the time is right.
When I'm done coming, I shove myself back in my pants, work her little body back up onto the pillows and rub my cum into her skin.
The cloth I brought to clean her up is cold. Fuck, I put myself in front of her needs.
I have to be careful about that. She makes me crazy. I stomp back to the bathroom, warm up the towel, come back, lay it on her beat-up little kitten then close her legs and put her on her side.
I cover her with the duvet, planting a kiss on her temple.
“Daddy loves you, baby. Daddy loves you so much.” I whisper, feeling every word in my chest.
With that, I turn and head towards my office. I have some business to take care of, things to make sure are in order so I can make all her dreams come true.
Sleepingnext to her is almost better than fucking her.
So vulnerable. She nuzzled into my chest, threw her legs over mine, even rolled on top of me at one-point, dry humping my belly in her sleep. It took every cell of my control not to lay her down and shove my dick back inside her as deep as it could go. But I promised her. I promised myself. Her needs come beforemy needs. Sometimes my wants will come before her wants, but that's a different thing entirely.
Laying here with her, I finally register the difference in our size. I'm six foot six. Haven't weighed myself in a while, but I know I'm twice her size. Twice plus. Shame knocks around in my chest.
I didn't sleep. I didn't want to miss a moment. But I've been laying here with her a good five hours now, the sun starting to peek through the blinds.
I have to do right by her.
Thoughts of my brother have flashed through my head all night. As different as we are, we're still one and the same. We fought battles together our whole lives. Scottish brothers stick together. Scottish twin brothers…the thought trails off. I wonder if this would be the thing that finally splits us apart.
I shake it off. There's too much to do.
I ease out of bed, tug on a pair of jeans from my drawer, and work my way downstairs to the kitchen. There are piles of boxes and bags inside the front door. My personal shopper has the door code. I heard the deliveries arrive when I was still in my office working during the night.
I came down just long enough to find a few things she might need in the bathroom and set them out for when she woke up before crawling in bed next to her. A little thrill moves through me thinking about the look on her face when she comes down and sees it all.
I also added a few things to the shopping list myself. Food. Real food. I didn't go so far as to think I could actually cook, so I hadsome pre-prepared meals put together. Hopefully I can follow the instructions and at least get them warm in the oven.
She stumbles down the stairs a few minutes later.
I look at her, pride flooding my chest. She's wearing my shirt from last night — the one with only one button left because I tore it open, the rest popped off somewhere. She rubs her eyes with her little fists, and my cock comes straight to attention, already seeking that fresh little heaven between her legs.
"How you sleep, baby?" I step toward her. The kitchen counter is littered with five of the breakfast options the shopper left in the refrigerator. I think I turned the oven on, but honestly right now I don't even know. Seeing her here in my shirt, sex-messed hair, cheeks pink from sleep — all is right with my world. "We can get a different bed if that one wasn't comfortable for you."
"The bed was fine, Daddy." She blinks slowly. "I don't remember anything after you told me to open my legs and then walked into the bathroom and—" She makes a sweeping motion over her face with her open hand. "Just black. That's it."
"You needed sleep."
A long, low groan rolls out of her belly. I reach down and press my hand against it, feeling the vibrations underneath.
"You fell asleep before I could feed you."
