EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Andrew

Looking down at her open and close her mouth as she fought for the words she wanted to say, I watched her brows furrow multiple times, then reached up, grabbing her face, and smoothing my thumbs over her brows. 

She lets out a sigh and looks up at me. I shake my head slightly and lean down and kiss her forehead. 

"Goodnight Callie" I say, and walk to my bedroom, closing the door, turning off the light and getting into bed. 

I lay there for a moment and listen, and hear her light footsteps, and her bedroom door shut quietly. 

I sigh, settling into my bed. 

I'm pretty sure I know exactly what she means by looking like an idiot. Because I'm pretty sure I'm worried about the same thing, ontop of being a fucking pervert for fucking my 18 year old niece. 

But I have a feeling, she's worried about it being more than sex. Or developing more than a physical attraction. When it can't happen. 

The weed doesn't help at all. And now I stay up in bed till 5 am just thinking about what the fuck to do. Knowing I wont do the right thing, because I want more of her, need more of her. 

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Callie

The next morning I wake up to my alarm going off at 8:10, having overslept. I groan, and pull on a pair of pants, Brush out my hair, throw on some slippers and walk past Micah who is just getting ready to go to work. 

"Bring me home some pasta" I call out after him. "And cheesecake!" I yell through the door.  He worked part time as a bus boy at an Italian restaurant down town. Now he works even less cause only their out door dining area is open. But sometimes I'm able to get him to bring me home food. 

I see Andrew sitting at the computer desk in the corner of the living room, working on some kind of bullshit on his computers for work. I have the strongest urge to walk over to him and kiss his neck from behind and wish him a good morning.

Idiot. I tell myself.  I am an idiot already. I talk myself out of saying anything at al and go into the kitchen. I go to steal some of his coffee, but pout when the pot is already empty. 

I sigh and then turn and jump as he leans in the doorway of the kitchen. 

"Jesus, you scared me." I say. 

"Your cup is in the fridge" he says nodding to the empty coffee pot. 

"Oh." I say, chewing my lip. 

The past few weeks of being here, I've been stealing the rest of his cooled down coffee, adding ice, one of his delicious flavored creamers and some oatmilk. 

"Thanks" I say and walk over to the fridge, and open it, but I see the drink is already made, in my tall reusable cup. I look over to him and he gives a slight smile. 

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. I mutter in my head as my heart pinches at how fucking cute and thoughtful it was for him to make it for me. 

"not sure I got it right, but gave it a shot" he says with a shrug. 

I look down, trying to hide the smile I want to give him, as I reach in and pull out the cup. 

"I'm sure it's great' I say and set it on the counter.

"Wake up late?" he asks. 

I nod. "Couldnt sleep" I say and then bite my lips closed, and grab a bagel from the counter, and a knife. Deciding to stop talking before I admit I was up all night thinking about what a fucking fool I am for letting this happen. 

"Me either." he says and I look to him for a brief moment.

"Guess you need to get a better weed guy." I say and hear a light chuckle.

I smile slightly and look at him as he walks over and I pop the bagel in the toaster. 

"Or I just need a certain someone to sleep next to me." he says and I inhale. 

God, it's too fucking early for this I hear my brain yell.

"I can't." I say and as he opens his mouth to say something I hold up my hand. 

"Let me finish." I say and he holds back a little smirk and nods. 

"I can't because it's confusing to me, to my brain. Part of my brain knows what this is, but the other part....it takes all the cute things....bunches them together and makes them into something they're not...which then confuses the part of my brain that knows this is just us...having...a fun fucked up time...I'm 18, I'm not stupid....I know this can't be a thing forever, but....I'm going to end up wanting it to be a thing forever if you keep calling me baby....or kissing me forehead...or saying cute things...or ...or making my drink for me!" I say gesturing to the coffee drink he made for me. 

"Or looking at me like that!" I say frustrated as his eyes just stare at me, like he sees more than a forbidden 18 year old. 

"I'm fucking confused!" I yell. 

"I hate it." I say. "I dont like feeling stupid....and I feel really fucking stupid right now...and I'm going to feel even more stupid at the end of summer when I have to go back home and I don't have anyone to kiss me on my forehead...or make me coffee drinks..." I say with a frustrated slap of my hand on the kitchen counter. 

Andrew

Seeing her losing it like this is letting me know that I feel just as stupid as she does, because her anger and her frustration, fucking bothers me, and I hate that she's upset. 

"Callie..." I say her name calmly. She pauses and looks back to me. 

"I just dont want to feel stupid." she says, and seems like shes on the verge of tears. 

I sigh and nod. "Do you need me to stop?" I ask and her eyes blink up at me.

"All of it. Stop everything. I will. " I tell her. 

"Because I don't want to feel stupid either....and I feel stupid now too....I can't pretend that this can work. It can't. No matter how much either of us may want it to at the end of summer.  I'm telling you right now.  I want to suffer through feeling like a fucking idiot, all summer long, and after when you're gone.  I want to sleep with you, kiss you, everywhere, not just your forehead. I want to make your drink for you in the morning, I want to smoke with you on the back patio at 2 am, and maybe even argue with you some more." I say and I see the silent tears escape her eyes. 

"I know it's messed up. But god....I don't want to stop." I say. 

"Be stupid with me." I say grabbing her face. 

"Let's pretend this is more than what it is, just for summer...and let's deal with being fucking idiots afterwards...because I want you so fucking bad Callie....I was up all god damn night , telling myself to do the right thing, to never touch you again...but I knew I wouldnt. I want you too much.....and like a fucking idiot..." I say and she laughs slightly through her tears. 

"I want you for more than just your absolutely insanely hot body" I tell her and she rolls her eyes and wipes her little tears. 

"We're lonely....you said it...so let's just....not fucking be lonely for summer" I say. 

Callie

"God..." I say and shake my head. "I fucking hate you" my voice breaks but I throw myself at him and, have no idea how Im so fucking emotional WHILE being so fucking wet. 

"I know you do" he says as he lifts me, my ass hitting the drink and spilling all over the counter, and onto the floor. I gasp but he doesnt stop as he pulls at my pants , I lift my ass, the cold coffee drink soaked into the ass of my pants as he pulls them off. I feel my ass slip over the liquid after he removes my pants and pushes down his own, and then pulls my shirt up and off. 

"Fuck, I need you so bad " he grits his teeth. 

I nod, wrapping my legs around him , my arm around his neck as he grabs my waist , pulling me to the edge of the counter and letting his cock find me. 

I breathe in and let out a loud whimper as his cock fills me.

"oh god" I pant quietly. "Fuck me" 

His thrusts pick up and he pulls me off the counter, standing with me wrapped around him. 

He lifts my ass as I pull myself up and then let myself back down on his cock, my legs squeezing around him for leverage as I fuck his cock and ride him as he holds me. 

"God I love your fucking cock" I whimper. 

"youre so fucking sexy" he groans.

"fuck me baby" he whispers.

He groans, lowering me and then we go right to the floor, and I giggle when we almost fall because of the spilled coffee drink all over the floor, but neither of us care and he lays on his back in the light brown puddle on his kitchen floor, as I straddle him and ride him. 

"oh fuck" he groans , his eyes on my face, then on my tits, all over me as I bounce harder on his cock and moan loudly. 

"fuck ...andrew" I moan his name, pressing myhands to his chest as I look down at him. 

"you feel so good" I whimper. 

"mmm you feel fucking amazing" he grips my hips and thrusts up into me. 

"god I wish I could keep you forever" he grits his teeth. I moan loudly and squeak as he pulls me down, rolls us over and then starts to fuck me. 

My hair soaking in the spilled drink, the entire kitchen smelling like coffee and caramel and I pull him by his waist into me as he fucks me. 

I scream as he throws my legs back, pushing them towards my chest as he takes me deeper, claiming more of my soaked cunt. 

I gasp, and curse, and scream loudly as he pounds me so fucking hard I feel like he'll rip right through my body. 

I yelp and grab his neck, holding on as he leans down, folding me in half as he leans on my legs pressing them back further, to my sides as he kisses me. 

"youve got a spectacular fucking cunt" he grins and kisses me. 

I moan with a little smile against his lips. 

"And your cock is equally spectacular" I giggle slightly and he groans and pushes up , holding the back of my thighs as he watches his cock slide in and out of me. 

"I could watch my cock fuck you all day baby" he groans. 

"your pussy is so fucking hot" he groans and then thumbs my clit. I clench around him and he grins. 

"you want me to keep rubbing your clit Callie?" he asks. 

I nod frantically and pant. "Yes, yes," I groan as his thumb swipes quickly up and down and around my clit and I clench even tighter, feeling the pressure building inside, my orgasm ready to course through me. 

"oh i fucking hate you" I cry and he chuckles. 

"hate you too baby...hate you too" he says as I cum so fucking hard on his cock and scream out and he lets my legs come down around his waist, grabbing my arms, pinning them by the wrists about my head as I cum on his cock and he keeps fucking me. 

I curse and writhe beneath him, bucking my hips and trembling uncontrollably as I fall apart on his cock. 

"baby fuck" he groans. 

"i'm going to cum so fucking hard" he grunts. 

Andrew

Heaven is fucking your niece on the kitchen floor, and making her cum on your cock while you both smell like a fucking caramel coffee drink. 

It's hearing her scream for your cock, hearing her pants, and breaths, and moans and unsteady voice as she speaks while you fuck her. 

Its drilling her even after she cums, and lays there barely able to move, just so you can put your cum deep in her cunt , just so you can fucking claim her once again, and make her pussy yours. 

I slide out slowly , groaning as I heave a sigh and lay on my back both of us sprawled on the kitchen floor. 

i look over to her and she looks to me. 

She rolls to her side and places a hand on my chest, and lifts her head, hovering her face over mine. 

"I hate you" she says and i grin and nod. 

"Hate you too." I say and she kisses me again. 

"You made me spill my drink." she says against my mouth and I laugh and pull her ontop of me. 

"I think I made up for it." I say.

"Wellllllll" she teases. 

I slap her ass and she giggles. 

"you smell like a slutty barista" I tease her. 

"And you smell like you're gonna take me to the shower and clean me, and fuck me stupid." she grins. 

I nod. "Yes....yes I do smell like that"