And Chris... 'oh, Chris...' Julie thought to herself as she looked bashfully across the table at him. A pint of Guinness in front of him,as usual. His firm jaw, broad and tattooed arms, it was hard for her to think of anything but how they couldn't get their hands... and often mouths... off of one another whenever nobody was looking.
Her step-brother... her 'daddy...' her lover. Well, to a point. She just... wasn't ready to go all the way. And he, thankfully, had not been pushing her to let him have her entirely. He accepts her limitations and seems to dwell not on the few things she wouldn't allow, and instead basks in the things that she does.
Incredible... he's a beast... amonsterof a man, he could take her with ease. Grab her, drag her wherever he wanted, rip the clothes off of her, and totally have his way with her brutally with her being helpless to his might.
But the beast was not wild, no... even three sheets to the wind he knew how to handle himself, kept civil, and calm. Well... for the most part, but shedidlike it when he got a bit wild in the bedroom.
Her eyelids fluttered as she recalled the night before... he respected her space and tended to play things safe, so although she felt a bit ashamed at it, she snuck to his room more than he snuck to hers... but the night before he'd been the one to go to her. She'd stirred awake to him looming over her, her clothes already off, feeling his length grind against her sex as he held her, hugged her close, his body heated her like a furnace.
"D-daddy?"
"Jules... you woke up..." He didn't stop grinding against her, and felt her legs wrap around him.
"Ohhh, Daddy, that feels good..."
"I know it does, sweetie. I just felt so horny when I woke up, I dreamed of... of well... that we got married, and were trying to have a kid."
"O-oh, Chris... really?" she asked in disbelief, falling out of the father / daughter role play that they so enjoyed.
"Yeah... I did... and it was so vivid... I was so happy..."
"Ohhhhhhh, Chriiiiis..." she moaned, and fought to keep it a whisper, her hips grinding against his rod.
"I know that it... probably will never happen but... after that... I just... had to come..."
"I'm glad you came..." She whispered in the darkness, panting as his rutting stirred her up inside. Such a large man, she couldn't get her arms around him completely.
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"Jules, if you keep lookin' at me like that," Chris whispered, leaning forward on the table with a brief glance to the side, "People are gonna clue in that we're... y'know..."
"I know..." She replied similarly in a whisper, and her silly grin broadened as she added, "A part of me... doesn't really care."
"Well, it's best to stay subtle tosomedegree, y'know? I mean...step-siblingsand all..."
Julie's smile waned, her head drooped.
"Yeah... s-so dumb... I just wish that we-"
"Julie?" a young man called, zipping up his fly as he was returning from the washroom.
She looked towards the voice, and her head then drooped lower.
"Julie Crawford?!" The fellow with flushed cheeks from drinking approached.
Chris observed how Jules lilted from the guy, and looked over the approaching fellow himself.
"Where've you been? Haven't seen you since graduation, haven't heard a peep from you! Who’s this loser? He given' you trouble?" He gestured to the old tattooed guy. Well, around a decade older anyhow.
"You say Julie Craw?" A pair of youths showed up at either side of the first guy, "Oh shit! So it is! Dang..."
"She always liked me most though."
"Nuh-uh! She's more into me, Duane, that'sobvious." He insisted to the first who spotted her.
"In your dreams, doofus... so what gives? Whose this creep, Craw?" Duane gestured to him again, "Looks like he just got out of jail, hah-"
"Prison." Chris corrected, eyeing the trio, his face stern, and took another swig of his Guinness.