Page 28 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

“I don’t need you here, Daddy. I need you over there.” She turned to point at the huge bed across the room.

“Ahh, I see.” Eddie stood with her in his arms. “My Little girl needs a nap.”

“Daddy! I don’t want to go to bed to sleep!”

“You don’t? Then what do you need?”

She realized he knew exactly what she craved when his hand moved to cup her breast, his thumb toying with her nipple. Remembering their earlier discussion and the words she’d written down about honest, open communication, she took a deep breath and said, “I need you to know that while I am beyond thrilled to be your Little Tizzy, please don’t forget that I am also your Big Teresa. In other words, I need you to fuck me, Daddy.”

Eddie grinned so wide his dimples appeared as he gave her nipple a tweak that had her gasping and her pussy flooding. “Your wish is my command.”

Teresa laughed and felt a feeling of acceptance she’d never experienced before. It was euphoric and freeing. “In that case, Aladdin, I want to see how fast you can get naked.”

She screamed as she found herself flying through the air to land on the bed, bouncing and laughing and then gasping as she landed on her butt. But when she rose up to her knees and saw that Aladdin already had his shirt off and was working on the buckle of his belt, she forgot all about the spanking and concentrated on the pleasure she had absolutely no doubt he was about to gift her with.

“Wow, Daddy, you’re really hot!” she cried, causing him to look up from where he’d been bent over to untie his shoes.

He grinned and she wanted to kiss his dimples more than she wanted her next breath. He stole the very oxygen from her lungs the moment his zipper came down and his cock burst free, its crown slick with his own arousal. Forget dimples, she wanted to wrap her lips around his cock and lick it, then run her tongue up those abs that she could bounce a quarter off of, and then suckle on a nipple to see if doing so would affect him as much as it did her…

“Did you say something, Daddy?” she asked when realizing he’d called her name.

“I asked where you went, little one,” he answered, tossing his jeans aside to stand in all his naked glory.

“I-I was just wondering where to start.” She felt a blush run up her neck to color her face. “I-I’m really not very experienced at this.”

“Don’t fret,” he comforted, as he climbed onto the bed to join her. “I am.” With that, he pushed gently on her shoulders and she fell back with a squeal and then gasped as his fingers finished the job he’d started hours ago, removing her panties and tossing them to the floor. Her bra followed and it was the most glorious feeling in the world when his naked body covered hers.

Chapter 11

Teresa

“Well,look who finally decided to show her face!” Georgie exclaimed when Tizzy entered the cafe the next morning for their pre-scheduled bridesmaids’ breakfast.

“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry!” Tizzy exclaimed, blush heating her cheeks as she thought about all the naughty ways Eddie had occupied her time the day before. After her very thorough spanking, he’d tossed her on the bed, and that was where they stayed, breaking only to order room service for dinner, which they also ate in bed, and for Eddie to join her in a giant tub of bubbles as he’d promised.

It had been the most glorious night, but now she was overcome with guilt. She was here to support Georgie in the days leading up to her wedding, not to play hide the sausage with Georgie’s brother—even if it was a very nice sausage and she knew just the perfect hiding place.

“I’m so sorry,” she repeated again as she slid into a seat across from Georgie’s, gearing up to apologize profusely and over-explain as was her way. She opened her mouth again and her bottom twinged as of to remind her of how capable Eddie was of centering her when her guilts, emotions, and unjustified fears got too big to handle. “I was really beat from the trip,” she offered instead, hoping Eddie wouldn’t take issue with a little white lie for a good cause.

Not that it mattered. One look at her bestie and Tizzy could see that Georgie wasn’t buying it.

Georgie raised her brows, and crossed her arms over her chest, while the corners of her mouth turned up in a knowing smirk. “Well, that’s a giant load of bullhonkey if I’ve ever heard one,” she accused.

Shit. Tizzy had conveniently forgotten how well Georgie could read her like a book. “I…” She opened her mouth, searching for something to say, but nothing came.

Georgie waved her off. “Don’t,” she said firmly, sounding bossier than Teresa had ever heard her, “don’t try to make up some excuse, and don’t worry about it. While I would have loved to have seen you last night, there was nothing important on the schedule. This is the first official pre-wedding event, and not only are you here, you’re early.” Her expression clearly conveyed how unbelievable of a feat she considered that to be. “Whatever that brother of mine is doing, it’s working. You’re here, you’re early and you’re not so… Tizzy.” Georgie ended her speech by using the nickname that as far as she knew Tizzy hated and sticking her tongue out.

Teresa didn’t quite know how to answer. Sure, Georgie had been urging her on yesterday, but how did she really feel about it? Brothers were supposed to be off limits.

“Are you sure you’re not mad?” she whispered, feeling a little more Tizzy-like. Her thoughts were starting to tumble in a direction she didn’t want them to go.

“Pssh.” Georgie made a face. “Honestly, I think you and Eddie make perfect sense, and if I had a problem with it, well, then I’d be the world’s biggest hypocrite, wouldn’t I? I mean, you guys are only here because I’m about to marryhisbest friend, after all. Seriously, don’t worry about it.” She grabbed Teresa’s hand across the table and squeezed it before adding, “Just know that if you hurt him, I’ll kick your butt, and vice versa. That goes for him too. You two better be good to each other.”

“You’re acting like we’re going to be the next ones at the altar.” Tizzy rolled her eyes. “It’s not that serious. We’re just having some fun while we’re here at the Ranch. You know, when in Rome, and all that.”

It was plain as day on Georgie’s face that she didn’t believe a word Teresa was saying. “Surrreee,” she replied, drawing the word out and adding an exaggerated eye roll.

Before Teresa could defend her stance, Georgie leapt to her feet, and squealed a greeting to someone behind her.

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