Page 31 of Cora

I entered the house through the kitchen wall, which had become the door I used most frequently. Wondering who I was left at home with today, I started searching the house. I knew they made sure someone was always home with me because they worried about my safety, but I didn’t mind it all too much. It allowed me to spend some one-on-one time with each of them. Peeking into my room and not finding anyone, I went to Daddy’s room and pushed the partially shut door open. My mouth fell open in shock when I saw Derrick naked on the bed, stroking his cock.

Derrick watched me through hooded eyes as he stroked himself faster. “Morning, Ghost Girl,” he rumbled.

I waved a little awkwardly at him, unable to take my eyes off his penis. I hadn’t realized I had continued walking toward the bed until my thighs bumped into it. My eyes jumped to Derrick’s, and I tried to step back and leave him to his fun, but his free hand snagged my wrist and stopped me.

“You wanna touch it?”

I did. But also I didn’t. But I really, really did.

“It’s ok,” Derrick said. “He doesn’t bite. I do, but he doesn’t.”

I giggled silently as I reached out a tentative hand. Derrick released it, letting it proudly stand erect on its own. As my fingertips skimmed the underside, it jerked away from me, making me gasp and yank my hand back.

Derrick chuckled. “Sorry about that. Sometimes, he can get a little shy around pretty girls. Try again.”

The same thing happened three more times. By the third time, Derrick was laughing hard. His laughter became even harder when I finally realized that he was making the penis move. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. I stuck my tongue out at him and turned to stomp away when he stopped me.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry. No more tricks, I promise. Please don’t leave, Cora.”

My eyes remained narrowed with suspicion as I reached out quickly and grabbed his penis before he could mess with me again.

Derrick hissed as I held onto it tightly. “Careful, Cora,” he cautioned. “It’s a cock, not a joystick.” Huh. He called his a cock too. Maybe my size theory was incorrect. Derrick wrapped his hand around mine and guided it up and down the shaft, showing me how he liked it. “That’s it, Cora. Good girl,” he praised. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

After a few minutes, I felt his hand trail up my leg.

“Can I touch you?” he asked with a desperate hunger.

I nodded and froze as his hand slipped beneath my skirt. The only person who had ever touched me there besides myself was Cody, and he hadn’t made it beneath my jeans. I gasped as he softly rubbed my kitty through my panties. That felt even better than when I did it.

Derrick’s other hand wrapped around mine again to move my hand on his shaft. “Keep stroking me, Cora, so that we can feel good together.”

I moved my hand again as he tugged my panties down to gain better access. His fingers stroked between my legs, slipping through my folds as his thumb circled my clit. I leaned more against the bed for support as I continued to stroke Derrick, pulling soft groans from him. Doing this felt naughty. Doing this in Daddy’s room felt… taboo.

“Let’s try something different,” Derrick suggested when he slipped the tip of his finger inside me, and I nearly collapsed. He sat up and grabbed my hips, lifting me onto the bed and over his body. I shook my head. I wasn’t prepared for sex yet. “Trust me,” he whispered. “We aren’t going to have sex. I won’t go inside of you, I promise, but I think you’ll like this. We can stop anytime you want.”

Derrick pressed his penis against his stomach and then dragged me forward so that my pussy lay on top of it. Derrick bunched up my skirt so it wasn’t blocking his view and groaned. “Fuck that’s sexy.”

I looked down and saw the head of his cock peeking out from between my pussy lips. I felt my insides squeeze at the sight as a fresh wave of arousal washed over me. It was sexy.

Derrick kept my skirt bunched in his hands as he placed them on my hips and began to slide me back and forth. A silent cry escaped me as the head of his cock rubbed against my clit. He was right; I did like this! Soon, he didn’t need to guide me, andI was moving my hips on my own, chasing that good feeling I knew would happen soon.

“That’s it, Cora. Ride me, Baby. I can’t wait until you’re ready to do this with my cock buried deep inside you. It’ll feel even better.”

Together, we moved faster, panting heavily, until we finally groaned as we came together. Derrick’s cum was hot against my clit, adding an entirely new sensation to the experience. I slowly stroked his cock with my pussy, enjoying the added slickness of our combined fluids. After I finished riding out my orgasm, I collapsed in exhaustion on Derrick’s chest, burrowing my face into his neck as he wrapped his arms around me. We laid like that for the rest of the morning, rubbing our parts together two more times before he decided that we should probably get cleaned up before the others came back.

Later that night, I slipped upstairs to bring up more food. I had noticed earlier that all of the chocolate I brought was gone, so I wanted to restock that and some of the cans of mandarin oranges they seemed to enjoy. I knew their desire to see the bunker grew with every new item I brought upstairs. I didn’t have a good reason to keep them from seeing it, except it was the last place that was still mine and Daddy’s, and part of me wanted to preserve that for as long as possible.

I noticed Isaac sitting in the living room reading when I entered the kitchen. Trying not to make any noise to disturb him, I tiptoed to the cabinets to put the food I brought away. Careful not to make any sound, I crept back to the door.

“Halt!”

Isaac’s firm but quiet order had me frozen in place. I heard him get up and turned to face him as he entered the kitchen.

“I understand that you’re still adjusting to cohabitating with people again,” he said as he placed his hands on my hips and drew me a little closer, “but it’s customary to greet someone when you see them, not sneak around like a little thief in the night pretending that I don’t exist.”

His gentle reprimand had me hanging my head. My intention hadn’t been to be rude but considerate and respectful. Isaac placed his finger under my chin and lifted it so that my eyes met his coffee-brown ones. He smiled softly as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

“Your presence is never a disruption, Cora.”

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