EroticReverie

Ace Brooks

Fuck. This wasn't good, this wasn't good at fucking all. She was days away from being eighteen, so I justified my going to my room, closing and locking the door and dropping my fucking pants and releasing my throbbing dick , by telling myself she was practically legal. 

"Fuck" I muttered as I gripped my cock and closed my eyes , sitting on the bed, leaning back on my one hand as I gripped my cock tighter than usual, imagining how tight that young cunt of hers must be. 

Jesus I was a sick bastard, but I couldnt fucking help it, her body and that little smart mouth of hers had me imagining a thousand different depraved things to do to her.  Had me imagining how those fantastic fucking tits of hers must bounce when she's getting railed. 

I grunt quietly , already close to fucking cumming, and I pull off my shirt, needing a fucking cum rag for the load i'm about to blow over my best friends daughter. 

I needed to find a place to live, quickly. 

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Lacey Lane

I don't know what came over me, being so blunt and calling him out on the way he was eye fucking me. Maybe I shouldve toyed with him, and played naive, and pretend I didnt notice and let him continue to gawk. 

But I was too empowered by the way he looked at me like he wanted me to be his next fuck. He better hope those wandering eyes could control himself around my father and brothers. My dad would most likely be oblivious honestly, but my brothers would probably be more observant. Or maybe not, guess we would find out. 

From what I could tell, he was incredibly blessed in the cock department. I could make out his cock through his jeans, and I couldn't lie it made my mouth water, wondering how much I'd be able to stuff in my mouth if given the chance. 

My bikini bottoms were growing wet at the thought of getting on my knees for him, of letting a man my fathers age fuck my face. 

I jumped into the pool to cool off and went to the corner of the pool, my back to the house as I slipped a hand into my bikini bottoms. Okay, so I wasnt cooling off. 

I rubbed my clit and moaned quietly as I got off to my newly crafted fantasies involving my fathers best friend. I moaned a bit louder when I also imagined his hot son. Would his son look at me the same way? Would he enjoy my body as much as Ace? 

My orgasm was quick, and I bit my lips together as I came, letting out a breath as I squirmed against my own touch and my head went back over the edge of the pool, my chest heaving upward. 

"fuck" I whispered, slowing my circular movements of my fingers, letting my hips jump at the touch of my fingers over my sensitive clit. 

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When I was able to gather myself I dried myself off and then went back inside, upstairs, and looked down the hall, wondering if Ace was in his room. I chewed my lip, another fantasy of going to his room, knocking on the door and offering myself to him. Having him take me hard against the wall, or bent over his bed. 

I turned away though and went to my room, because I couldnt do it. Even days from now when I was eighteen. He's my fathers best friend. My father would fucking kill him. And me probably. 

Once in my room, I go to my private bathroom and rinse the chlorine from my skin in the shower, my damn pussy still begging for more attention when I cant stop thinking about Ace. What was my father thinking? Did he not know how fucking hot Ace and his son were? and what kind of havoc they would create for my hormones? 

I let myself indulge in the wonderful powers of a girls bestfriend, the detachable shower head, before getting back out of the shower. 

After drying off, I put on an adorable spaghetti strapped dress. It was a light pink, with a white sheer lace overlay with a scalloped lace hem. I didn't put on a bra, because I didnt believe in them. I had nice tits, I knew that and I was going to take advantage of having large full d cup tits while I could. Plus the top of the dress was tight enough that it pressed them and held them up nicely. 

I also abandoned the idea of putting on panties. And not because I didnt believe in them, but because not wearing any made me feel especially bad. Even if Ace or Todd didn't know I wasn't wearing any, didn't matter, I knew, and that excited me. Having my bare pussy a secret under my dress. 

I cant believe I tried to talk my father out of letting them come to live here, without even knowing how incredibly hot they were. They were going to be fun to play with, even if I couldnt really act on my hormones. 

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Todd Brooks

Walking into the house, holding the six packs of beer while Peter and Connor carry the pizzas and wings. My eyes look up as a sexy as fuck brunette bombshell comes down the stairs, her eyes flicking up, my eyes betraying me, going right to that cleavage that bounced in her dress, just slightly as she descends the stairs. 

So THIS was Lacey Lane. This was what my father had warned me off of. Fuck. He should have given a better warning. She was fucking gorgeous. 

she stopped a moment on the stairs and then slowed down as she continued walking down the stairs. 

Her brothers didnt even give her a second glance and kept walking into the house as I stood there god damn dumbstruck by her. 

"Hey" I say with a little nod. 

She gives a little laugh. 

I cock a brow. 

"Like father like son." she says and I tilt my head with a questioning smile. 

"What's that mean?" I ask curiously. 

"Ask your father." she says and peeks at the beers in my hands.

"Hard cider and Corona" I say and her eyes flick up to me as she walks over. 

I look down at her legs, her bare feet, her toe nails painted perfectly in a pale pink a few shades darker than her dress. 

She plucks a hard cider from the six pack. 

"Thanks"  she says with a little smile. 

This girl was seventeen? She had come fuck me eyes and sexy grins mastered already. 

"you old enough to drink that?" I ask teasing. 

"Mmmm, nope" she says and twists off the cap and reaches over and drops it into the empty spot from where she drew her drink. 

"But I'm also not old enough for you to eye fuck me like that." she says and I grin. 

"My apologies" I say with a little smirk. 

She draws a long sip from the cider and then licks her lips, and she knows exactly what the fuck she's doing. Yeah, there was no way I was listening to my father or Paul on this. This girl was gonna get fucked hard. 

"don't apologize." she says and wraps her lips around the tip of the bottle and tilts the bottle again, taking another small sip. 

"I like it." she says. 

"Arent you seventeen?" I cock my brow. 

"Mhm" she nods. "Eighteen very...very soon Todd" as she pulls another sip from the bottle. 

"Oh yeah? What should I get you for your birthday?" I reply playfully, eyeing her again. 

She gives a long slow lip of her lips and eyes me up and down as well. 

"I'm sure you'll think of something" she says. 

"When's your birthday?" I ask, shifting the boxes of beer in my arms. 

"Why? You excited to give me a gift?" she asks playfully. 

I nod. Because I was shameless right now, the girl was flirting blatantly and fuck I was only a male, there was no way to turn off the attraction I had to her. 

"Might even give it to you a few days early if you're a good girl." I say and I watch her eyes flare and watch her legs shift, pressing together and I smirk. another girl with a  praise kink. Of course. Tossing a little "good girl" their way, always worked well. 

I step forward, entering her space and I watch her cock sure attitude falter, that confident playful little tease faltering. 

I lean down and keep my head to the side, not getting to close, just close enough to whisper. 

"Are you a good girl Lacey?"