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  Daddy’s Hot Spring:

  A Taboo Erotica

  By Skye Darrel

  Daddy’s Hot Spring: 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 Hot Spring

  When my eyes open, someone’s sitting on top of me. I feel dizzy. My vision comes into focus as I breathe in his familiar scent, and the flavor of his body stirs a heat in my belly.

  I shouldn’t be here. The last thing I remember was partying the night away in the dance club on the top deck.

  It’s my first spring break after turning eighteen this winter, and I’d planned to go all out with my friends. We’d booked a week-long cruise aboard the Vista Dream sailing from Florida to the Bahamas.

  I’m in a cabin below deck, tied to the bed with my hands and feet bound to the four corners. My skin prickles, and I realize all I’ve got on are my panties and bra.

  “Lisa?” I whisper. “Chad?”

  “Your friends aren’t here, Meg.”

  My stepbrother’s voice. Like a bucket of hot water thrown over me. “J-Johnny?”

  He’s straddled over my waist, his shirt open at the front, and those deep, fierce eyes cut into me.

  “Stay still,” he says. “We think someone slipped a pill in your drink. You’re safe now.”

  I can’t begin to process his words. “We?”

  “Dad’s here too.”

  I feel a stab of panic. The thought of my stepdad on this very ship turns my tummy to water. And I’m tied up in my underwear. I would’ve screamed if it were anyone else sitting over me, but it’s my brother.

  “What pill? What drink?” I take a deep breath. “What are you doing here? You should be in New York, Johnny. How did you even—”

  “Hush, I’ll tell you later. Right now I need to do this.”

  I lower my eyes to see his cock out of his pants, and he’s stroking himself at my breasts. I suck in a breath, my heart hammering, and I test my binds again to find them firm. My brother strokes faster as he watches me writhe.

  His cock.

  I stare at it before my eyes wander to the hard abs sheathing his torso and up to the lust burning in his eyes.

  “I had to tie you up, Meg. You started shaking in your sleep. I thought you were having a seizure, almost called for help.” He grits his teeth and strokes faster. “And I had to make sure you don’t get away.”

  My eyes fall to his hand tight around that thick cock. “W-What?”

  “I need to cum on you.”

  “You can’t,” I moan. “Oh god.” We’ve talked about this before, the forbidden need between us, and we promised we’d never tempt each other ever again.

  “I don’t give a fuck,” he growls. “You’re going to lie right here and take my cum on your tits. You want it too.”

  I arch off the bed as much as my restraints allow. I can feel my panties sticking to me. Staring down at the veins over his thick cock, I lick my upper lip and meet his gaze. For a moment I forget everything.

  “You can touch me,” I whisper.

  Johnny scoots back and kneels between my thighs. I feel his thumb on my pussy, and I let out a moan, curling my toes, my calves tensing like steel cables.

  He takes his hand off his cock and squeezes my thighs. “You’ve put on weight,” my brother says. “Curvier.”

  “So?”

  “Nothing. I like it.”

  “You’d like anything wouldn’t you?”

  He presses on my clit. “If it’s you.”

  I gasp when he pushes my panties aside and rubs my wet folds.

  “You could never tan well, baby sister. Your skin’s too creamy, and your little cunt is glowing pink. You are so fucking wet.”

  “You’re being nasty,” I say as loud as I can, my words cut off by moans as his finger runs down my throbbing slit. I can’t hide my desire.

  “This isn’t a discussion, sis. This is happening whether you want it or not. I’m going to cum on your pussy.”

  I should tell him no, that he can’t, that he could get me pregnant if his cum slips into me, but my throat is clogged by heat, and the only thing that leaves my mouth is a whimpered breath.

  His fingers are splitting me open. I feel his breaths on my inner folds, puffs of air on my most private place.

  “You’re still a virgin.”

  “What did you expect? How can you even tell?”

  “I wasn’t born yesterday, sister. Good, Dad was wondering if you’d given yourself away. He said he’d kill anyone who touched you. You belong to us, to me.”

  “Belong to you? Where—Where is Daddy?”

  “Don’t worry about Dad. He’s talking to your friends, then he’ll be here. He’s going to punish you, sis. You lied to him about spring break, you didn’t tell him about this trip. Or me for that matter.”

  My brother rests his cock head at my entrance, and I can feel my folds clinging to his tip. I struggle to look down, to see what he’s doing, but the ropes around my wrist won’t give another inch.

  His hard cock slips just inside me, prodding my barrier. No deeper. The muscles in his forearms pop out as he strokes that shaft, and the sensation of him makes my folds flutter.

  “How does it taste?” Johnny asks, like he’s talking to himself.

  I look down, chin on my chest, and our eyes meet when he lowers his mouth to my pussy.

  He latches on to my clit, and heat explodes through my body from head to buzzing toes. My muscles clench as I shudder with orgasm.

  Johnny leans back and strokes his cock furiously. I watch his body twist as an arc of thick cum splatters my opening. I feel his seed coating my swollen clit.

  Before I can say a word, my brother bends down and licks his way up my belly as he rubs his cum into me. Ripping my bra off, he suckles each nipple then squeezes my breasts.

  “I had to,” he says. “My balls ached.”

  “Untie me.” Even as the words leave my mouth, half of me hopes he won’t listen. “I’m fine now. I won’t run away.”

  “Sorry, Meg. Dad said to keep you here no matter what.”

  “He doesn’t own me!”

  My brother shakes his head. “We’re here to protect you.”

  I think of Daddy’s handsome face, rugged and harsh, and I press my lips together. “This is protecting me?”

  “Not only protecting you,” Johnny says. “Making you ours.”

  He rubs my clit again, the lightest touch that skims over the peak, making me jerk and toss my head. I want more, but I can’t admit it. Not to him. Not like this. I gather my voice and scream at the top of my lungs.

  The cabin door slams open, and Daddy steps in.

  “My little girl is awake, I see.”

  At once I go silent.

  My brother stands and steps aside. Daddy walks to the foot of the bed, his eyes taking in my body at one glance.

  “My beautiful little princess. You’ve been a naughty girl, coming on this trip and lying to your daddy. Were you drinking, Megan?”

  “No, Daddy! I swear!” I remember sipping a soda with my best friend Lisa and her boyfriend Chad. There was a cute guy from Italy we’d just met. Riccardo Crivello or something. He was trying to buy me a shot, but I told him no alcohol. He got me a soda instead and made a big deal about it. Riccardo must’ve put something in my drink.

  I tell Daddy everything.

  “Sounds abou
t right,” Daddy says, rolling up his sleeves. “Lisa told me the same. Fortunately your brother had his eyes on you the whole time. He carried you out of there before Riccardo could complete the deed. I handled the rest. Ship security has him locked up now, Princess.”

  And I’m tied to a bed.

  My brother still has his cock out. Daddy is unzipping his pants.

  “I know what you’re thinking, Megan. Your brother must’ve told you already—we’re here to claim what’s ours.”

  The sight of Daddy’s hard cock takes my breath away. He strokes himself as he climbs on between my legs, and Johnny is circling to the left of the bed. My brother sits and strokes my hair as Daddy sniffs my pussy.

  “I told you to wait until we get to shore,” Daddy grunts at my brother.

  “Couldn’t wait,” Johnny says. He combs through my long hair. “I had to taste her. Mark her.”

  “Take her cherry?”

  “No.”

  “Good. The ship’s docking at Antigua tomorrow. I booked three days at a private beach. Everything’s prepared.” Daddy glances at me. “You need to be punished, little girl. And you need to be loved. We’ll give you both.”

  Daddy climbs on the bed and rubs my pussy. He slides the tip of a finger into me, and like my brother before, goes no deeper than my virgin barrier. Probing with delicate turns, he stretches me lightly, gently, and I can tell he’s controlling himself. Daddy puts the finger in his mouth and growls. Then he traces a thumb around my clit.

  Another orgasm shocks through me as I pull at the ropes.

  My brother groans, stroking his cock at my side, and he kisses my nipples and whispers filthy promises in my ear.

  “Dad will fuck your pussy first. That’s what he said, little sister.”

  I moan and shake.

  ◆◆◆

  Daddy leads us along the beach toward a bungalow perched on a grassy hill. The cruise ship docked further north for a three-day stop, we’re free to tour the coast. The captain apologized to me for what happened and assured me that Riccardo will be handed over to authorities once we get back to Miami.

  I don’t think any of us are thinking about Riccardo.

  Daddy and my brother carry our overnight bags. Shirtless in swim trunks, they walk ahead, giving me a delicious view of their muscles.

  I wanted to wear a bikini, but Daddy said no and went through my luggage, picking out a little black dress that barely covers my breasts. The dress feels so sheer it’s like I’m wearing nothing.

  At the bungalow’s front porch, my brother opens the door while Daddy holds me against the wall. His hand dips under the skirt, and he feels my smooth pussy.

  “Why aren’t you wearing panties?”

  My face burns. “Johnny told me not to. He said I wouldn’t need any.”

  “Good girl.” Daddy takes his hand out, and it’s coated with my wetness. He licks it clean. “What a sweet little hole.”

  They are so possessive, hungry for me.

  My brother knots his throat. The way Daddy treats me makes Johnny tense, I can tell, but he’s the one who tied me to a bed yesterday. And he’d said nothing when Daddy made me cum last night.

  “The place is nice,” Johnny says, the front of his shorts tenting. “Let’s get her inside.”

  My handsome men step aside, waiting for me. I shuffle into the coolness, and I’m relieved to feel the AC. Then I see the big four-post bed, the curtains pulled back, and my tummy quivers. That bed is made for sin.

  Daddy locks the door behind us.

  “Go to the bed,” he commands. “Pull up your dress so we can see your pussy.”

  I lift my skirt just enough to show them.

  “Good girl.”

  Daddy rubs my clit until it rises out, and he pinches me, rolling my bud between his fingers.

  My brother sits on the bed. I can feel his eyes on my back.

  Daddy hitches my skirt higher and cups my pussy with his palm. “It’s time I made you a woman, Megan. This little cunt is ripe for cock.”

  He reaches around and slaps my ass. I yelp, flustered, flushed, and I feel my juices slick down my thigh.

  “Are you going to be a good girl and obey me?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Who do you belong to?”

  He traces circles around my clit, and I can’t help but shudder. “You.”

  Daddy yanks my dress off, the thin fabric sliding like silk over my skin, and he sees the dark blush over the fair skin of my chest, creeping to my neck. I blush so easily. There’s no hiding from my men.

  “John!”

  “Yeah, Dad.”

  “You brought the sunscreen for your sister?”

  “Of course.”

  “Good. The last thing I want is for my little girl to get burned out here.”

  “I’ll make sure nothing happens to her.”

  “I know you will,” Daddy says, still rubbing my clit. “So will I. She’s too precious. So soft and perfect for our cocks.”

  “Are you going to go first?” My brother asks, a challenge in his voice.

  “Yes. She’s my princess. Get off the bed, son. I’m taking her cherry, then you can show your sister how much you love her. She’s not going anywhere. We have her all to ourselves, like it should be.”

  “Daddy,” I whimper. Tendrils of heat lick through my belly, and my knees knock together as I grasp Daddy’s hand. “Oh.”

  Johnny picks up my dress and takes it to a rocking chair by the window. Sniffing it, he sits and waits.

  Daddy bends me over the foot of the bed, and he runs his hand down my rear. I feel a sharp slap and yelp.

  “You’re not too old for a spanking, Princess.”

  More slaps thwack my bottom, back and forth, hard enough to sting.

  “You’ll spend spring break right here,” Daddy growls. “My bad little girl. Are you going to behave? Will you try to run away?” He leans into my neck. “Your brother is good with ropes. Should he tie you to this bed?”

  “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy. Oh god.”

  A final slap, the harshest of them all, jiggle my buttocks, and I lurch forward and dig my hands into the sheets. This is so wrong and filthy in every way, but they are hard for me. These two rugged, strong men came to find me and save me. They won’t stop until they own me. They’ll do whatever it takes. If we were still on the ship, maybe I could change my mind and tell them no. Maybe. Though knowing Daddy and my brother, I think they’d fight the whole ship to take me with them.

  We’re not on the ship.

  There’s no one around.

  And I want nothing more than to be theirs.

  “Such pretty pink holes,” Daddy says, his palms on my ass.

  I gasp when I feel his tongue on my pussy, trailing up to my puckered asshole. My cheeks go tight, clamping around Daddy’s probing tongue. He licks up and down between my holes, sucking out my juices below and making me throb above.

  My brother’s eyes are glued to my breasts.

  I roll my eyes and bite back a smile. Johnny is still Johnny. Just like when we were younger.

  “Fuck!” Daddy says. “Turn around, Princess. I want you to see how hard you make me. See what you do to my dick.”

  Blushing, I straighten and turn to see the massive cock in his hand dripping a strand of clear cum. I close my legs on reflex, still shy and nervous.

  Daddy pushes my feet apart. “Don’t do that, baby. A little girl’s pussy is always open for her daddy.”

  I chew my lip, his dirty words making me hotter. “Are you going to fuck me?”

  “A princess shouldn’t use bad words. You’ll pay for that, baby girl.”

  “H-How?”

  Daddy reaches around and slaps my ass again. Then he smacks my pussy. The sudden sting on my clit makes my hips jerk, and I suck in a breath as the tugging in my lower belly bursts. One sensation too many. I grab a bedpost and cry out, cumming on the spot.

  Daddy lays me on the bed. He spreads my thighs apart, and as
I’m squirming, he thrusts into my clenching pussy.

  One hand muffles my startled cry, and his other holds my waist.

  Daddy breaks my virginity, splitting me open even as I cum. My walls ripple around his shaft as I spill into another orgasm. Tears roll down my cheeks. Daddy thrusts in and out, each time pushing deeper than before, his hot breaths falling on my neck.

  “Daddy!”

  “I can’t let you cum from my hand. No, baby girl, you cum on Daddy’s cock.” His voice is rough and shaky, the thrusts of his cock long and deep.

  I turn my head to see my brother sitting in the corner. Leaning forward, he holds my gaze.

  Daddy pounds my pussy, rutting into me, pushing my legs wide apart. The room fills with suckling squishes as his cock pumps faster and faster.

  “Look at me,” Daddy says. “Show me those big eyes, Princess.”

  I turn back to Daddy and moan for him. I felt no pain when he entered me. Maybe because I was already in the throes of climax, but now I feel every inch of him between my walls, his forceful thrusts making me buck up with each impact.

  “Slow down,” I moan. “Please, Daddy.”

  He stops with his cock buried halfway, my folds clinging to him, and I savor the hot stretch in my walls, the way he controls himself for me.

  Daddy strokes my hair. “Did I hurt you, baby?”

  “No, just slower.”

  He bites my nipple, and I feel a jolt that shoots to my clit. He moves his hips in a circle, his thick cock stretching my channel in new ways, touching nerves I’ve never felt before. Then he slides in to the base, and his heavy sac rests over my asshole. Daddy sucks in a deep breath.

  “Mine,” he growls.

  “Don’t stop,” I breathe. “Keep going, Daddy.”

  “What a greedy little girl. I should spank your pussy for teasing Daddy.” He leans into my ear. “I’m going to breed you, Princess. I’m going to cum inside your tight cunt.”

  “Oh god.”

  “Lie still so Daddy can take care of you.”

  I try to listen, but my body refuses to listen, shuddering again. Pleasure spikes my blood and everything tingles, every inch of my skin blazing with heat. I can’t tell one orgasm from the next as Daddy’s huge cock slides in and out from tip to base.