Dad’s the first to speak. “Sorry, Dominick, I wasn’t thinking.”
At first I think he’s apologizing for crushing Dominick, but as ever, Dad’s full of surprises.
“You’ve got to get in your sister’s tight little cunt. Do it now, while she’s still wet and fresh.”
Dad gets up and helps roll me of Dominick. I stand shakily and look at Dad, eyes wide. Is he serious? My legs feel like jelly and I have to hold onto the bottom of the bedframe so I don’t sink to the floor.
Dad cradles my face. “It’s a big day for all of us, sweetie. You aren’t going to cheat your brother out of having your juicy cunt on the day you lose your virginity, are you? Do you know what a gift that is for a man?”
I blink. Well, when he puts it that way…
Um. I guess…not?
I look over at Dominick.
His eyes are on me. He lifts a hand to cup my face. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Sarah.”
I glance back at Dad. He doesn’t say anything to contradict Dom, but a look of disappointment comes into his eyes at my hesitation.
I take a deep breath and I lift my eyes back to Dominick. “How do you, um…you know…want it?” I gesture back at the bed.
Dominick never got off and he lays down. Then he gestures for me to join him. “Are you sure? I mean it. You don’t have to—”
“Don’t be a fucking pussy.”
Dominick glares at his father but I just reach out and put a hand on his shoulder.
“I want you,” I whisper.
His eyes never leave mine. “Then come here, beautiful.”
I nod and get back on the bed. As soon as I do, he takes my hand. With the contact, my nervousness immediately flees.
This is my Dominick.
He lifts up and kisses me as he directs me how to sit across his lap.
He pauses again. “You sure?”
My heart leaps at his caution and consideration. So welcome after Dad’s callousness.
I nod and put a hand to his cheek. Yes. I want this with him. I need it. Everything is a confused jumble, but God, I need this connection with him more than anything right now.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he lines himself up at my entrance. Unlike Dad, though, he lets me direct the pace as to how fast I want to slide down on him. And his talented fingers are back at work.
The bed squeaks with Dad’s weight as he sits down behind me. Dad lifts my hair off my neck and then bites at my ear before whispering, “Oh yeah. What’s it feel like having your brother’s big cock going in that slick little pussy, sweet girl?”
My sex clenches around the tip of Dominick’s cock. The soreness is a little more apparent again, but not bad. Dad’s words make me feel strange. Both guilty and turned on. I don’t like the confusion they make me feel even as my stomach tightens with arousal.
I continue lowering myself on Dominick. I hiss as he starts to fill me up and lock eyes with him. His eyes are wide with wonder. I clench around him in response. His hands come up to my waist.
At first I worry he’s holding me so that he has leverage to jam himself into me really hard like Dad did.
But no, his hands simply caress reverently up and down my ribcage.
“You’re so beautiful,” Dominick whispers, then he does an ab curl to lift up and kiss me. I sink the last little bit of the way down so that I’m fully impaled.
It’s the sweetest moment.
And then Dad starts to pluck at my nipples. “So hot. That’s right. Fuck your brother good.” Dad sucks at my neck while Dominick kisses me.
Well, at Dad’s words, Dominick breaks away for the slightest moment. I think I see his face tighten with some kind of tension, but then his lips are on mine the next second.
Every worry, every thought, every apprehension I’ve had about everything that’s happened throughout the entire morning evaporates under Dominick’s kisses. Having him wrapped around me—while also having him inside me? Dad’s manhood might might have the slightest physical edge on Dom, but I’ve never felt more full than when I’m with Dominick in this way.
Full of love. Full of warmth. Safety. Safe-keeping.
When he finally starts moving his shaft in and out, it’s the most right thing in the world. Almost instantly, I’m on the edge of climax
Dominick sees it.
Of course he does. He’s sitting up so that we’re chest to chest, still holding me close though I can’t imagine the abdominal strength it must be taking for him to keep the position. He swivels his hips up and into me, hitting me at such a perfect angle.
Dad bites the back of my neck, but I barely feel it because Dominick—and then waves and waves of—ohhhhhhh.