Chapter Three
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Rene
"What are you doing here?"
I have no idea what the hell I'm doing here. I'm completely lost and it's throwing my confidence off more than a little. "You called my name." I try to give him an answer. "You were moaning for me."
"God damn it. I thought I told you not to come into my room ever again." I flinch at his words. I was banned from ever entering his room about two years ago. He started locking his bedroom door. It broke my heart. Not that I would always go into his room and crawl up beside him but when I had a nightmare I liked to do it. I liked the fact that for the first time I had someone to hold me after a particularly bad one. Now I don't have anyone again.
Tonight when I woke up on the couch I had every intention of going up to my room. Fox was curled around Bunny so tight there was no getting her from him so she could go with me. Besides I like seeing them this close. Having a brother is awesome but having a sister would be the shit, especially if it was Bunny.
I didn't go straight to my room though. I heard Evan moaning behind his door and went to investigate. I thought if he was having a bad dream I could offer him some comfort like he's done to me countless times, a sort of payback situation. I checked the door and it wasn't locked tonight. I thought for sure it must be a sign.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I was in his room before he stopped moaning one thing and started moaning another. It finally occurred to me that he was saying my name. Just my name. Over and over again. I went to touch his arm to wake him but that was the wrong thing to do. He grabbed me and pulled me off my feet and into his bed. He had rolled over on me spreading my thighs with his hips before I could utter a sound.
My stupid brain stopped working pretty much after that. He is only wearing his boxers and the front of them are tented beyond imagination. I never thought Evan would be so...large. Are all men that big when they get happy? Aroused, use the right word Rene and don't be a child. It isn't a thingy, it's a cock and he seems like he very much wants to put it in me.
He rolls us and slams his mouth down on mine once again. He had kissed me when he first pulled me to him but this time he isn't going to take no for an answer when it comes to entering my mouth. Oh dear Lord, is Evan making me wet!
He tossed the oversized shirt I wear to bed as soon as he had me under him, almost ripping it in his haste to have me naked. All that either of us are wearing are our underwear. His hands are still on my breasts and causing me to squirm around to try to seek some relief from the pressure building in between my legs.
"Stop moving!" His tone makes me go utterly still as I wait for him to push me away from him. "What the fuck were you thinking coming in here like this?"
His words are mean but his hands are still slowly massaging my breasts. It occurs to me that I can sit up and be the one in control because I'm the one on top. I lean back where his hard cock is under me even more than before. Can he tell I'm wet? Can he tell how much I want this?
"Please...don't make me leave. Don't stop." My hands go over his to hold them there so he doesn't try to move them. "I want this, Evan. I want you."
All the air rushes out of him in a quick huff that sounds mad and all I can do is sit and wait for him to either tell me to go or to keep going. Even if I am on top he still has all the control because I love him and I choose to give it to him. He can ask me anything and I would do it but only for him.
"You...you don't know what you want. You're too young." His words have me holding my breath for so long that I start to become lightheaded. I'm sure he's going to ask me to leave. But his hands start moving on me again. They flex under my own as he caresses each breast before taking them in his hands almost like he's testing the weight of them. Is that something men do in bed? Does he like big breasts and wide hips? I wish I could be thinner for him, taller, more mature but all I can work with is what I have and hope that's enough to make him fall in love with me as hard as I am with him.
"I want you." I can't wait forever and it isn't my way to sit and wait. I wiggle around until I work my panties down far enough that I can take them off. All the wiggling has worked to loosen the button on Evan's boxers too and his big thick cock pops out. I stare at it. It's the first one I've ever seen. I never watched naughty movies because I was always afraid I would get caught. There is nothing I can think of more embarrassing than having your brother walk in on you while you were watching porn. So I never tried to. But I read. I read the raunchiest shit I can get my hands on.
I watch as a bead of precum spills from the slit at the top of his cock and travels slowly down, down, down the length of his impressive shaft. Even in the books I read, I don't think any of the characters have cocks as big as Evan's. Or maybe my imagination never allowed me to make them that big.
I see his eyes glittering from under his lashes when I look back up at his face. I swallow and admit the confession to him so I don't make this worse. "I don't know what to do."
"Fuck me, I'm going to hell for this."
His hands drop to my hips and he pulls me down. I brace myself for his invasion but it never comes. He makes sure to leave his dick in between us, not in me. He presses my hips close to him making me sit down over his lap. His cock spreads my lips apart and I see the shiny tip sticking out between us. He rocks me back and forth.
"E...Evan!"
"You call me Daddy when my cocks out giving you what you need." His words make my eyes go round and my heart starts pounding harder. Does he know about the kinky shit I read about?
"Daddy?" I'm interrupted when he pushes against me and the tip of his cock slides back and forth bumping into my clit. The word gets cut off on a high whine as my body starts doing things I never thought it could.
He pushes his finger up to my lips telling me to be quiet. "You don't want to wake the whole house do you?" I shake my head for him. Personally, I don't care if I wake the whole fucking neighborhood as long as Evan...Daddy keeps making me feel this good.
"You know the difference between a father and a Daddy, little girl?"
I try to focus on what he's asking me and end up shaking my head no.
"A father is someone who gives you life and protects you. A Daddy protects you, watches over you, fucking obsesses over your welfare and whether or not you have what you need. A Daddy gets to fuck his little girl so she knows how much she means to him. Do you understand?" His hand comes up and buries itself in my hair causing a whole new bunch of sensations when the strands are pulled the way he wants me.
"Yes, oh God, yes."