Sleeping Cutie's Two Daddies (reluctant taboo sleep sex erotica) by Riley Rourke Page B

slipped the tip of my thumb inside my
puckered ring as my pussy started to squeeze at my others. Even
that tiny bit, just the tip, sent pleasure snaking up my back. The
muscles in my core all flexed up at once, and then, just as I urged
my thumb a little deeper, I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
    The water on my chest, my knees wobbling, both of my private places sucking and squeezing my fingers,
I was so close. I held my breath until my lungs burned, then just
as my shoulders began to shake and my muscles all relaxed at once
–
    Bzzzzt!BZZZZZZZZT!
    My phone was vibrating against the shelf. My
mind got all fuzzed up, and visions of my two beautiful dads turned
into a vision of my phone falling to its death on the tiles of the
bathroom.
    I threw the towel around my waist and
snatched my phone off the shelf right before it took a
nose-dive.
    “Hello?” I grabbed it and answered before
looking. When I glanced down to tighten my towel, I realized that I
had a bright red flush all over my chest.
    “Gia!”
    Holy – it was Ben!
    “God I’m glad you answered. Listen, I hate to
do this on short notice, but you know I’ve got Kyle this weekend.”
Kyle’s my half-brother.
    “I don’t really keep up, but sure? What’s
going on?”
    He took a deep breath. “If you’re not busy, I
have a big favor to ask you.”
    “How did I know?”
    “Because you’re a genius!” He laughed. “Look,
I’ve got-”
    “Let me guess. You’ve got something you have
to do and you want me to come over and babysit?”
    “Er...yeah. Kinda.”
    I didn’t mind. I liked doing it actually, and
hanging out with Ben was just a bonus to spending time playing
kid’s videogames and pretending I was doing it for Kyle. But after
the session I’d just had in the shower, I had a couple of naughtier
thoughts. Of course, nothing would ever happen. They were just dumb
fantasies.
    “Kinda? How can you need me to ‘kinda’
babysit?”
    In response, he just laughed. “Can you help
me out? I’m seeing someone you might not expect me to –”
    “It’s fine,” I cut him off. He was dating.
He’s a good, single guy. He had a right to find some happiness. I
didn’t need to butt in. “Whatever you’re doing is your business.
Yeah, of course. I don’t get out of work until about eight or so.
Is that okay?”
    “Perfect. You sure you don’t want to know who
I’m going out with?” He asked.
    “Nope. Your life, your business. See you at
eight.”
    He said goodbye and hung up. While it was true, I didn’t want to get all in his business about his
love life, after the fantasy I just had, there was a fleeting
moment when I imagined it all coming true. Me babysitting for a few
hours, then him coming home with my other dad, and both of them
seducing the little girl they raised. Wooing me and doing all the
wonderful, naughty, fantastic things that my friends talked about
their boyfriends doing.
    I shook my head.
    It’ll never happen. Never in a million,
billion years. Just not possible.
    Still though, none of my friends ever talked
about a threesome. Well, except for Bridget once. And it was an
accident. Nothing like this. My insides burned just thinking
about it. I had to stop. It was never going to happen, anyway, and
the only thing that nursing the fantasy would do was make my four
hour shift at the video store really unbearable.
     
    *
     
    It was unbearable, but only because I
had a visit from not one, but three of my ‘favorite’ customers.
“Guy who asks for new release list” and then stands there as I
recite them was followed by “guy who rents a pile of dirty movies
and hides them under a regular movie”. After the two of them, I
thought there was no way “guy who hits on me” was coming in, but he
most certainly did.
    Anyway, as soon as my shift was over I headed
to Ben’s house.
    The drive took about a half hour, which
included a stop off at an ice cream shop on the way because work sucked and I had no idea what sort of a mood