goodgirl

You hated family vacations, but this one genuinely seemed to be one of the worst ones in a long time. Of course your parents got themselves the huge suite at the beach resort you were staying at. Of course they booked your room too late so there was only one room left available for you and your brother. And of fucking course, as if it couldn't get any worse, there was only one bed in the room.

Your brother comes out of the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth, wearing black sweatpants that hung low below his naked chest. You look up at him briefly, not wanting to stare as to not provoke him. Ever since he started going to the gym, he's been much more physical with you. If you reach over for the remote to change the channel he's watching, he's wrestling you to the ground and forcing you to say sorry. When you refused to give him the last cookie you spent hours making, he picked you up and squeezed your waist so hard you couldn't breathe. He kept going until you tapped out and gave him the cookie. He was growing a huge ego, and there was no way you were going to inflate it. You put up pillows as a divider on the bed; you were not going to let that asshole push you to the edge of the bed while he sprawled his huge body out.

He cocks his head. "What are you doing?" "Putting up a divider. Stay on your side, please. This bed is small enough as it is." You try to sound sweet, but you don't think it's working because his eyes narrow and darken. Fuck. When he goes back into the bathroom, you quickly crawl under the duvet. You need to sleep as soon as possible. When the bed dips from the weight of him, you've already entered dreamland. Hours later, you're awoken by gentle murmurs, weight, and heat you're not accustomed to. You see the pillow divider you put up thrown carelessly on the ground. Your eyes shut close when you realize his fingers are grazing dangerously close to your breast, his fingertips daring to touch closer to your nipple. Your back is warm from the heat of his chest and his arm is loosely slung under and around your neck. "Sissy, why don't you want to be close to me anymore? I want to touch you." He whispers as he talks to himself -- a bad habit our parents have been trying to break. He continues to rub your breast until he finally has the courage to cup it. He squeezes lightly as if hesitant, but this is soon replaced by full on kneading. You close your eyes tighter and try to control your breathing; he cannot know you're awake. "You used to love when I touched you. Did you forget or do you just not love me anymore?" His caresses become more aggressive as he continues rambling.

"You love me. You love my touch. You just won't admit it." His tongue drags a wet line from your shoulder blade to the beginning of your jawline. "You loved when I tickled and cuddled you as kids. I'll make you remember, even in your sleep." And then you feel it. His growing cock rests on your ass, demanding attention. Your jaw clenches, hating the way you can feel your undeniable wetness pouring out of your pussy. His hips start to grind against your ass, and you regret wearing your thin sleep shorts. "You love me. You love me. You fucking love me. You have to love me." His words repeat over and over like a prayer as his hips move faster. Your cheeks redden and it takes everything you have not to move or moan. His hand clamps on your breast like a vice. "I'll make you love me. Nngh. I'll make you, fuck, remember. You'll be begging for me. You love me. Mmm. Tell me you do." His words are clipped by quiet moans and groans until finally his hips still and you feel something wet on your back.

Your eyes water, but you don't know whether it's from the humiliation he just put you through or the fact that you're so wet that your sleep shorts are soaked through.

Then he gets up, picks up the pillows on the floor, and arranges them as the divider between the two of you. He rolls away, his back facing you. It was like nothing ever happened. Yeah, nothing ever happened.

Just to get a response a bit later of a video of me fucking a clear fleshlight so you know exactly what you’re in for once you get back home.

people have definitely talked about this before but fuck. "daddy" is fun. it's teasing, it's safe. some people dislike it, and that's fine. it's not for them.

but "dad" ? an older man between my legs, playing with me, and i whine without thinking, "oh fuck dad, right there." he hesitates to a full stop, fingers fluttering against my cunt, and my face flushes red. i start stuttering out apologizes, saying it was a mistake, that the word caught in my throat, that i meant to say daddy.

and he shushes me all gently, continuing to rub at my clit, saying something about, "it's okay, baby. you want dad to make you feel good ?" and my legs are spread in front of him so he can watch my cunt clench at his words. and i'd whine and shake my head in denial, and he'd tsk and roll my clit between his fingers, watching my back arch and hips try to buck against his hand. "you shouldn't lie to your dad, baby. i'd hate to have to punish you."