Page 15 of My Irish Stepbrother

“Please, daddy. Please eat my pussy,” she whines.

I smile and say, “Okay, baby.”

I lick my way from her tits to her stomach making circles with my tongue around her navel. She places her hand on my head but I pull it away and pin both of her arms at her sides. I take my time kissing and licking her inner thighs before sliding my tongue between her sweet lips. I lick my way up and down her slit, stopping short of her clit and blowing my cool breath on it. She moans and arches her back and I tease her for several minutes before slapping the tender spot with my tongue. I want her to beg me to take it in my mouth and she wastes no time crying, “Please, daddy, suck it for me, please.”

I reward her by taking her swollen clit between my lips and sucking the flesh hard. She struggles to free her hands but I hold her firm and suck harder. I release the little button and lap at it with my tongue until she cries out again. I don’t want to free her but I want to fuck her with my fingers so I take both of her wrists in my left hand and stick two of my right fingers in her tiny pussy. She rides my hand as I lick and such her clit then I put a finger in her little ass. She bucks and thrusts against my hand and when she’s about to come I pull my hand away and lift my head. She moans and cries, “Why did you stop?”

“Do you want me to get you off?” I ask her.

“Yes, daddy, please,” she groans.

I tap her clit and say, “Are you sure?”

She’s crazed with desire and shouts, “I need you, daddy. Please make me come.”

I put two fingers in her pussy and two in her ass and bare down on her clit with my mouth. She thrusts against my hand and screams, “Fuck, yes. I’m coming, daddy.”

I leave her in bed to recover and go down to the pub's kitchen to cook us some dinner. I choose two sirloin steaks from the cooler and fire up the grill. I’m going to surprise her with an American meal, steak, and loaded baked potatoes. I even have a New York style cheesecake for dessert and all the fixings for frozen margaritas.

I plate and garnish our meal and carry it up to her bedroom on a large covered tray which I set down on the bed beside her. She sits up and says, “Mmm, that smells great. What is it?”

“Guess,” I say and watch her expression change from excitement to mild frustration.

“I don’t know how to pronounce half of the items on the menu and if I can pronounce them I have no idea what they are,” she replies.

“I have a feeling you know how to pronounce this and I’m very sure you know what it is,” I tell her and remove the lid from the tray.

“Oh my god,” she exclaims, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek.

“I thought you might like a taste of home, darlin’,” I reply.

We eat our steaks in bed then kick back and watch the telly until we’re ready for dessert. “I have New York Cheesecake and frozen margaritas but I can’t carry it all up here without help,” I tell her.

She leaps off the bed and puts on my tee shirt and a pair of panties and runs to the door. She sits at the bar and eats her cheesecake while I mix the margaritas. It’s still raining but bright beams of sunlight have broken through the clouds and stream through the leaded glass window on the pub door. She looks at the beams of sunlight and says, “You know what happens when the sun comes out during a storm?”

“What?” I ask her.

“You get rainbows,” she leaps off the stool and rushes to the front door, “Come on.”

She unlocks the door and runs barefoot into the rain. I look out and see her spinning in circles looking up at the sky. I push the door open and tell her, “You haven’t even had a drink yet so I know you’re not drunk. Come back inside.”

She stops spinning and points to the sky, “Come here. Quick. It’s a double,” she cries.

I don’t want to get wet but I’d walk through the ocean if this girl asked me so I step out in the rain and meet her in the center of the parking lot. She wraps her arms around me and says, “Look at it.” I look up in the sky and see that we’re standing directly under a bright double rainbow.

“Rainbows are a good omen,” she tells me.

“I don’t need a rainbow. As long as you’re with me every day will be a good day,” I reply. I lift her up and spin her around as she hugs my neck. “Now, let’s go dry off. The margaritas are melting.”

14

Strange Behavior

Daniela

Dex and I spend every Sunday exploring and enjoying the countryside. Today we’re visiting a produce market and greenhouse. I have convinced him to replant his mother’s old garden at his house and we’re busy picking out plants when his phone rings. He looks at the screen and then hurries away from me to answer the call. He’s never done anything like this before. In fact, he doesn’t ever get phone calls unless it’s pub business. I pretend to look at the array of spring flowers as I watch him. He has his back turned to me so I can’t see his facial expression.

He comes back and puts his arm around my waist. “See anything you like in this bunch?” he asks me.

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