Darla's Secret Wish (3 page)

She jumped off him quickly, tugging her skirt and shirt down. “Daddy, hurry! Mommy’s home!”

His startled look was almost comical, his cock and balls bunched up over his zipper. She could see what had impaled her still pulsing in a wet nest of black hair. He tucked everything back in, zipping himself up, and quickly buttoned his long coat.

“Oh god, oh my god, what have we done?” He sat forward on the couch, putting his head in his hands. Darla heard her mother coming up the walkway.

She moved to sit next to her father, slipping her hand into his.

“It’s ok, Daddy,” she told him. Her heart was racing, knowing they didn’t have much time. “I love you. I won’t tell.”

He gave her a pained look, swallowing hard and closing his eyes briefly.

“I love you, too, Darla,” he told her, his voice barely a whisper.

“I promise.” She kissed his stubbly cheek just as her mother came into the house. She slipped upstairs, letting them argue it out, why her mother hadn’t been home, how he constantly inconvenienced her like this, how she had a life 21

too, you know. Darla sat at the top of the stairs, her panties still wet with her father’s cum. She knew she had him, now, in a way she never had before, in a way she’d always wanted. She’d wanted him completely, had watched with envy how he looked at Irene, even at baby Carrie, had ached to have him all to herself. She’d never understood his leaving, and now it felt as if he had finally come home.

Only she heard the tremble in his voice when he called up the stairs to say goodnight to her before he left, and she eagerly called down to him, “Goodnight, Daddy!” boldy standing and lifting her skirt, pulling her panties aside so he could see her put her fingers deep inside like he had done. She was unbelievably sore there. His face reddened, but his eyes glazed over slightly and he looked at her in a way he never had before. It made her flush, too. She blew him a kiss and turned, hurrying off to her bedroom to bury her hot, red face into her pillow.

The End

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ABOUT SELENA KITT

Like any feline, Selena Kitt loves the things that make her purr—and wants
nothing more than to make others purr right along with her! Pleasure is her
middle name, whether it’s a short cat nap stretched out in the sun or a long
kitty bath. She makes it a priority to explore all the delightful distractions she
can find, and follow her vivid and often racy imagination wherever it wants to
lead her.

Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch
out—this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing
edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative
publishing company
(www.excessica.com
) and in her spare time, she
worships her devoted husband, corrals four kids and a dozen chickens, all
while growing an organic garden. She also loves bellydancing and
photography.

Her e-publishing credits include:
Rosie’s Pr
omise
published by Samhain and

Torrid Teasers #49
published by
Whiskey Creek Press
featuring two short

stories,
French Lessons
and
I’ll Be Your Superman
in 2008. Her stories and

poems are in the following anthologies:
Co
ming Together: For Th
e Cure
,

Coming Together: Under Fire
 and
Coming Together Volume 1
 and
Volume 3
.

Two stories,
Sacred Spots
and
Happy Accident
, have been published by
Phaze

Publishing, and her novels
Christmas Stalking, Blind Date, The Surrender of

Persephone
and
The Song of Orpheus
are coming soon. She has also been

published online in The Shado
w Sacrament: a journal of sex and
spirituality,

The Erotic
Woman, and her story,
Connections
, was one of the runners-up for

the
200
6 Rauxa Prize
, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional

literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a

select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)

She can be reached on her website at
www.selenakitt.
com or email

[email protected]

If you liked DARLA’S SECRET WISH, try:

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NAUGHTY BITS

By Selena Kitt

David has been brightening up his gray Surrey, England days with the porn
collection hidden in his parents’ shed, but when he find that his older sister,
Dawn has discovered his magazine collection, things really begin to heat up.

Their parents insist that their just-graduated son look for a job, but their daughter
has the week off and is determined to work on her tan. Distracted David finds
himself increasingly tempted by his seductive older sister, who makes it very
clear what she wants. Her teasing ways slowly break down the taboo barrier
between brother and sister until they both give in to their lust… but what are they
going to do about the feelings that have developed between them in the
meantime…?

Warning: This title contains incest and anal sex.

EXCERPT from NAUGHTY BITS:

If my mum and dad found out about my collection of porn in the shed, I knew they’d both kick-off and I’d be sleeping under a bench in the Underground, buying papers to keep me warm—instead of buying them like I was now, looking for a job. As it 1

was, they were on at me to find something, and fast. I didn’t get why I had to figure it all out, what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. What was the rush?

My sister, Dawn, got to preen around the health club at her summer job. So why was I supposed to find something “responsible?” Dawn had been living at home since she finished school, aside from a couple of disastrous attempts at living with a roommate that my parents had ended up paying more for in the long run, anyway.

My parents made all sorts of exceptions for her. I had hoped that her laziness, or as my mother put it, her “lack of focus,” might pave the way for me to spend some time loafing off after I finished school, too, but no—apparently, Dawn got the welcome mat, but I got threatened with the boot. I didn’t get it.

I shut the back door and looked up at the sky. We didn’t get days like this in Surrey very often—so bright and blue and clear. We spent most of our time walking around in the usual London grey, looking at a hazy kind of film over the sun. Days like today made me remember being a kid, endless summers with no responsibilities, no cares, no worries. So much for that, I thought, flopping the paper down on the patio table and glaring at it.

I sat in one of the folding chairs and took a highlighter out of my pocket. The first thing I circled was a construction company. Maybe I could find something working outside—get a tan, build some muscle. That might lead to getting a girlfriend, I thought hopefully. That got me to thinking about Julie Entwistle, the girl rumoured to wear nothing under her skirts in sixth form. She sat right next to me in English, but I never did see anything—not that I didn’t try. For a girl who was supposed to be a slag, she sure kept her legs together a lot.

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Thinking about Julie’s skirt, and more importantly, what might be found under her skirt, made my jeans uncomfortably tight. I shifted in the chair, shoving at my crotch and turning the page of the newspaper, re-focusing my efforts. The ad that caught my eye read: Exotic dancers wanted to perform at private, solo, and bachelor parties… I snorted—so much for trying to focus. Now my cock was officially hard. I glanced over at the shed, thinking of the boards my dad stored in there that “might come in handy”

some day. They came in handy for hiding my porn collection.

I folded the paper up and tucked it under my arm, heading toward the shed. My dad’s toolbox doubled as a step stool and was perfect for sitting on. I dug under the boards, pulling out my meagre collection. Two Playboys and a Penthouse, although the latter was a “Letters” edition, and the stories were pretty hot. The last one was my favourite, a magazine called Naughty Bits, which was way more hardcore than the others. I’d never seen another one before or since, although believe me, I’d looked.

I opened it up to my favourite page, and there she was. Blonde, although clearly dyed because her pubes were dark, a full-breasted and full-bodied girl—really unusual for most spreads nowadays where the models were like stick figures. This woman was, well… a woman.

The next best part was the layout itself—a girl all alone on her bed looking at porn. Did girls do that? I loved how she rolled over and spread her legs, revealing that there was nothing under her skirt. She started masturbating, and would you look at that, next page, here comes her brother. Probably it was her boyfriend, but I had this fantasy in my head that it was her brother. And the next thing you know, she’s sucking him off.

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God, how I wished it was that easy. Hi there, whoops, didn’t mean to interrupt, but since I’m here, zzziiiip, flop, here’s this hard cock you can suck…

I unzipped my jeans and tugged them down a little, slipping my hand into my boxers. Nowhere near as big as the guy positioning his cock at her pink little hole (I loved that picture, her fingers spreading herself open for him like that. Gah! Did girls do that?) but respectable enough—nice and thick, and most definitely stiff. She did it for me, every time. I started masturbating, my eyes skipping from the wet pink of her cunt to her thick, dark pink nipples. I spent some time there, wanking away and staring at the slit between her legs. She spread it open with both hands, and there was a little hole there, right where I wanted to slide my cock, a small dark hollow leading to heaven.

I got myself good and worked up before starting to turn the next page, because it was my favourite, and it was the image I always came to—her ass up in the air, his cum sliding down her asshole and cunt. I was looking forward to that image, still staring between her legs. I only stopped for a moment, breathless, to turn the page, and I saw something that made my cock jump and my heart race. There was writing in the margin, near the page number. An arrow toward the girl (god, look how that thick cum slid down that pink slit!) and the words, “She looks like me.”

That was Dawn’s handwriting—the fat, curly letters, the heart over the “i.” My sister had been looking at my porn? Why, I wondered? If she wanted to get me in trouble, she could have taken it to my mum. Instead, she just wrote in the margins. And what she’d written! I flushed. I knew the girl looked remarkably like my sister—the dyed blonde hair, the full body, the mischievous eyes, the slanted smile—that was Dawn.

Was she just making an observation? Was she implying that I lusted after her?

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I didn’t have any more time to think about it. Someone was knocking on the shed door! I stood, tucking my cock back in and zipping up, shoving the magazines back under the pile of boards.

“David!” It was Dawn. Of course, who else? My parents wouldn’t be home for hours—it was only ten in the morning.

“What?” I called, trying to sound impatient. I tucked my paper back under my arm, grabbed a can of insect spray off the shelf and opened the door.

She was standing there in a white bikini, the flesh of her breasts spilling over the top. My cock, with barely enough chance to wane as it was, jumped to life again at the sight.