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  Daddy's naughty driver:

  A Taboo Erotica

  By Skye Darrel

  Daddy's Naughty Driver: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult readers only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 by Skye Darrel

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  Daddy's naughty driver

  “What have you two been doing?” my stepdad says, his voice harsh. “Tell me the truth, Lindsey.”

  I’m in trouble and I know it. This is the fourth time I’ve failed my driver’s road test. I’ve had a learner’s permit for years, but Daddy wouldn’t let me drive until I turned eighteen two months ago. He’s always been protective.

  I didn’t just fail that stupid test. I crashed into a streetlamp and smashed the headlights on Daddy’s antique car.

  He turns to my brother. “You’ve been teaching your sister to drive for months. Explain this, Preston.”

  I trade a glance with my stepbrother sitting beside me on the living room sofa. He grits his jaw in silence.

  A blush hits my cheeks.

  The first time it happened, Preston was helping me shift gears as we practiced parking in an empty lot. He put his hand on mine, and I held still as our eyes locked. Ever since my brother started college, we’d been drifting apart. I thought the feelings we’d shared growing up were gone. Until he kissed me, clutching my arms, the hot scent of his body washing over me.

  The more I tried to wrestle him off, the more I gave in. Then my hands slid through his hair as our tongues slipped together.

  We stopped with the lessons after that.

  Every weekend, we’d pull into an empty parking lot before my brother pulled me under him in the back seat. We never got further than kissing.

  Then last Saturday, he pulled off his pants and showed me his boxer briefs stretched over the thick curve of his cock. He put my hands on him, and I squeezed the hard heat under that soft fabric.

  I tugged down his briefs so very slowly, lower and lower, my breath in my throat, until his hard cock sprang free and filled me with his scent. My pussy throbbed at the thought of that massive thing inside me.

  Preston slipped his hand down my shorts to rub the wetness over my pussy. I stroked him with my small hands as he fingered me through my panties. The windows fogged as we made each other cum.

  That was the first time I’ve ever touched a penis.

  Daddy sees how red my face is and glares at Preston. Somehow, Daddy could always see right through us, and today’s no different. “Did you touch your sister?”

  My brother raises his eyes. “I love her.”

  I shoot him a look. My brother stares back.

  Daddy points to a chair against the wall. “Go sit over there.”

  Preston leaves me alone on the sofa. He sits and shoves his hands in his pockets. I stare after him, mad that he gave our secret away and giddy that he said he loves me. His tone had been blunt and savage. He’d meant it.

  My gaze swings back to Daddy, to the bulge in his pants that makes me gasp.

  “Your brother,” Daddy growls, “isn’t the only one who loves you.”

  He starts to unzip his pants, and my brother bolts out of his seat.

  “Dad, what the fuck—”

  “Sit down,” Daddy roars.

  Preston sits again, hands balled on his thighs.

  “She’s ours,” Daddy says. “But I’ll give her what she needs.” His eyes flick back to me. “You’ve grown up, Princess. It’s time you learned to be a woman in this house. Do you know what Daddy wants from his little girl?”

  I look at the erection that slips through Daddy’s zipper and bite my lip. All I can think of is how much Daddy’s cock looks like my brother’s.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Bending over the sofa, Daddy plants one hand on the backrest. He strokes his cock over my tummy. The veins in his shaft seem to pulse as his hand moves. His mouth hangs open a little, and a knot forms in his throat.

  I look down to see what must be cum, clear and sticky, leaking from his tip to drizzle my thigh.

  “Daddy,” I whisper.

  “You’ve been a naughty little girl and you’ll give me what’s mine.”

  He yanks off my top and shorts, moving so fast I squeal. Then he pulls me into the brick wall of his chest and reaches around. My bra falls off as Daddy sets me down, and only my panties are left. I flush with heat, my body screaming for me to give Daddy everything he wants.

  Preston makes a throaty noise.

  “Your tits have been coming in for a while,” Daddy says, rubbing his palm over my hard nipples. “Just ripe.”

  A moan leaves me.

  He sees the damp spot in my panties. “I need to know if that pussy is too. I can smell you, baby girl. Are you ready for my cock?”

  Daddy leans closer as I push against his chest. My hand slides down to feel the muscles of his abs, then lower to the scruff at the base of his shaft. I feel him jerk at my touch and my pussy clenches.

  Daddy pulls my panties off and glares at my smooth folds flushed pink. His eyes blaze with lust and hunger.

  “Your pussy belongs to me. Do you understand, Princess?”

  “Yes,” I stammer.

  I feel a tug in my belly at the sight of Daddy’s huge cock. I’ve seen dirty pictures before. I’ve read about the most gorgeous men in my books. But nothing can compare to that perfect, thick, man thing aimed at my virgin entrance. I follow the tuft of hair around the base that climbs up to Daddy’s navel. My belly flutters at the muscles in his hips that cut back down in a V to his hard cock.

  “Tell me,” he says. “Tell me who owns your cunt.”

  “You do, Daddy.”

  “You’ll hurt her,” my brother says, rising out of his seat. “Dad, you can’t—”

  “Be quiet, son. I’d never hurt her. Never. Sit the fuck down and watch how a man takes care of his woman. Don’t interrupt us again. Your sister can take me, I know she can.”

  I suck in a breath. Daddy called me his woman like it’s already true, like he already possesses every part of me. Packed with muscles, he towers over my body. Everything about him radiates strength and power, and I’m so small and soft next to him, under him, that my brother must think the worst.

  Daddy drops to his knees, and as I watch, drags his tongue over my burning folds. Then he cages me down and grabs my hips. “You were made for my cock, baby girl.”

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  “I want you. I need you. Do you understand?”

  My nod is quick. A part of me has always understood what Daddy wants, just like I knew my brother wanted the same. I was made for my two men, and they were made for me.

  The thought makes me relax a little until Daddy lines up his cock and gives me a final look. “I’m going to cum inside you.”

  Daddy thrusts into my tight pussy.

  I cry out and arch, my walls stretching around his thickness. His cock fills me, pushing deeper, making me crave more while Daddy grunts out his own pleasure. Tears burn my eyes as I moan for him.

  He shudders in my channel, and I look down to see his abs flex into ridges. My moans get louder.

  Daddy’s thick cock is plunged halfway in. His thumb circles my swollen clit, soothing away the flash of pain, drowning me in hot, heavy pleasure that rips my breath away.

  “Daddy!”

  “That’s it, baby girl. You’re so wet I knew you could take me. That’s a good little girl.”

  I t
hrow my head back and wrap my legs around him, my walls tugging on his cock. Bending down, Daddy thrusts again and forces his whole cock into me. He grinds against my clit, rutting into the roof of my pussy, heaving against me as my walls ripple around his cock.

  My orgasm erupts.

  “Good girl,” Daddy growls in my ear. “Such a wet little pussy.”

  I feel tremors shoot up his cock and a burst of heat that floods my channel.

  “You came inside me,” I gasp.

  “Take Daddy’s seed, baby girl. Take every drop in your tight cunt.”

  He’s still coming, and his thick cum oozes out of me around his shaft. I thrash under his weight as Daddy holds me down for an eternity. He empties himself inside me.

  I nearly pass out.

  Daddy lets my legs down and squeezes my breasts. “Did you like that, Princess? Did you like coming for Daddy?”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  He kisses my forehead and leans back.

  An itching warmth settles in my body, and I let my desires run free, touching my aching breasts. I reach lower to feel the tenderness in my clit.

  Daddy pulls my hand away. “No, baby. From now on if you want to touch yourself you come to Daddy.”

  I feel his mouth on my clit, suckling and pulling, as Daddy comforts me the best way he can. Shaking, I swallow a cry as I cum again on his mouth.

  Daddy stands, his huge cock coated with my juices. “Preston? Pret!”

  My brother blinks, his face wound up tight.

  “Take your sister upstairs and give her whatever she needs. She’s going to be sore so don’t touch her pussy.”

  Daddy lifts me into Preston’s arms. “You okay, baby girl?”

  I nod, curling up against my brother’s sturdy body. “I’m fine, Daddy.”

  “We’ll take care of you, Princess. We’ll make sure you like it.” Daddy strokes his cock slowly, and it hardens again. “But you’re going to open that little pussy for me whenever I need you, and I’ll be needing you every day. Daddy’s going to cum in you every day until I work off this hard cock. Until I stop leaking cum just seeing you. Do you understand me, baby girl?”

  “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  He kisses my hand and pats my pussy. “Are you going to pass your next driving test?”

  “I’ll try, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.”

  Preston carries me upstairs to the bathroom. He turns on the shower. My brother hasn’t said a word since Daddy put his cock in me, and I can tell he’s angry.

  “Pret?”

  He spins around. “What?”

  “What happened was—”

  He pins me against the wall and sniffs my neck. “Did you really cum for Dad, sis?”

  “I did.”

  His hand goes to my pussy. “You’re still wet.”

  I turn my head and lean against the wall. “I can’t help it.”

  “It should’ve been me, Lindsey. I never knew you were like that. You should’ve seen yourselves. He fucked you like an animal and you loved it.” Preston breathes up my neck. “I can still smell cum on you.”

  “You’re jealous,” I whisper.

  Preston turns his back to me. As the shower steams, he takes off his shirt. It’s the first time I’ve seen his bare torso, that delicious taper to his narrow waist.

  My eyes wander over those lean, compact muscles that I’ve felt so many times through his clothes. He must work out. His back flexes as he adjusts the shower knob. My brother stirs me in a different way than Daddy, but just as hot. I’m still buzzing from my orgasm earlier, and it makes me brave.

  I kiss him between the shoulder blades and wrap my arms around his stomach, feeling down his abs to the top of his pants. Preston shudders, his abs tensing, and he holds still as I unbutton his pants and reach lower to grip his hard cock.

  He lets out a gasp, his pulse beating against my fingers.

  “Is this for me?” I say.

  “You know it is. Growing up around you wasn’t easy, sis. I didn’t know what to think the first time my dick got hard for you.”

  “When was that?”

  “You don’t want to know. Faster. Move your hand faster.”

  I do my best to please him, moving my hand up and down, squeezing when I feel that sensitive groove at the top of his cock. Preston starts to thrust, his hard buttocks pushing against me as his shaft throbs.

  “Like that?”

  “Yeah.”

  I work up my rhythm. It’s easier this way, not having to see my brother’s face. I can focus on this sensation of him in my hand, the heat of his body melting into mine. “You’ve never touched a girl besides me?”

  “I told you in the car, Lindsey.”

  “Tell me again.”

  He groans when I grasp his balls. “No one else. You were the one.”

  “Were?”

  “What am I supposed to think? Watching Dad fuck you like that.”

  “You’re jealous.”

  He grabs my waist, lifting me into the shower like I weigh nothing. The water hits me and I gasp. He holds me against the tiles, and our eyes meet as his cock bends over my belly. “You’re fucking right I am. I want to fuck you right now. Dad says you belong to both of us, right? So you’ll take me whenever I want, however I want.”

  “Wait a while,” I whimper. “I’m sore down there.”

  “You’re not sore everywhere.”

  “W-What do you mean?”

  “I can fuck your other hole.”

  “No,” I say.

  He grabs my neck, and I realize his muscles have strength to them.

  “No?”

  I look him in the eye without flinching. “I’m your little sister. You can’t treat me like this.”

  “But I can treat you like this?” His other hand slides lower to rub out my clit, back and forth, pressing against me. “How about that?”

  “Yes,” I gasp. “Like that.”

  “You’re greedy, sis. That’s what you are. You want all the fun for your pussy but you don’t want to put out, is that it?”

  I grab his cock and stroke him viciously. “Shut up.”

  He glares back. “I’ve been dying to taste your cunt anyway. Don’t move and don’t look away. I want to see your pretty eyes when I make you cum.”

  Preston kneels and grabs me by the ass as he slides his tongue over my entrance.

  I force myself to look down and hold his gaze.

  My brother brings out my pleasure, nibbling my folds and lashing my clit. He takes his time, unlike Daddy, and an aching heat rises in my belly. He’ll make me cum again, and I don’t know if I can stand a third orgasm. Peeling back my lips, he curls his tongue just under my front wall.

  “Right there,” I breathe.

  His fingers slide between my thighs and up between my cheeks. A jolt of heat shoots through my body, and my hips jerk forward.

  “What are you doing?” I whimper.

  “Making you feel good.”

  I feel a fingertip push through my anal ring as his mouth forms a seal around my clit. I cum sudden and hard, crying out as my whole body shakes.

  Preston props me up in his arms and angles away the showerhead. He pushes me to my knees.

  “Open your mouth.”

  I obey, resting my pussy on his foot.

  My brother wipes the hair out of my eyes and slides his cock over my tongue. His gentleness is gone. He fucks my mouth in rough thrusts that makes me gurgle, and when I start to gag, he gives me a second to breathe before he slams back in, his sac slapping against my chin. Holding my head with both hands, he swings his hips forward.

  “Look at me!”

  I keep my eyes up. Agony stitches his face, anger and longing. Raw lust. It makes me hotter I’m the one doing this to him.

  “I’m coming in your mouth,” he growls, grabbing my hair. “Swallow every drop, baby sister.”

  I mumble as he squeezes my breasts then shoots out his release down my throat, grunting and trembling, th
e hot wash of his cum coating my mouth as he pulls out and hauls me up again.

  Kissing me, he slaps my breasts so hard I feel the sting of tears.

  He grabs my hair, and I stroke his cock refusing to let him soften. I want to make him feel like he made me feel. I want to see him squirm and writhe. My brother makes a choking sound, mashing my breasts as his cock struggles under my grip.

  Our eyes connect.

  I use both hands to fuck his cock, running up and down, and he swells harder than before. Even as I stroke him, I feel the band of heat streak over my breasts where he’d slapped me. My nipples puff out.

  Preston grits his teeth and shuts his eyes.

  “Put me in your cunt,” he snarls.

  “No. I want you to cum like this.”

  He pulls my hands away and holds them overhead as he thrusts against my belly. Once. Twice. Humping against me until I feel a hot squirt that splatters my stomach. I turn my head aside as my brother’s cum trickles down and washes away.

  Preston rubs the redness of my chest. He kisses me again, calmer, that frenzied heat gone from his eyes.

  “Do you still want to learn how to drive?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll take you out tomorrow.”

  I pout. “Maybe Daddy should take me.”

  “I’ll take you,” Preston says.

  ◆◆◆

  “You failed again?” Daddy asks in the living room. “This is the fifth time, Lindsey.”

  I shrug and trade a look with my brother. “I tried my best, Daddy. I missed a stop sign and weaved between lanes a couple of times. Maybe I just can’t drive.”

  “Nonsense.” Daddy frowns at Preston. “What have you been teaching her?”

  “I haven’t been fucking her if that’s what you mean. We spent the past two weeks practicing. She’s right, Dad. Lindsey’s not the best behind a wheel.”

  My brother’s telling the truth—at least about the fucking part.

  When he takes me out for lessons, he’s almost cold, never laying a finger on me. He doesn’t need to since he plays with me every night, always sneaking into my room, unless Daddy gets to me first, and Preston knows then because he can hear me screaming and my bed creaking.