Sleeping Cutie's Two Daddies (reluctant taboo sleep sex erotica) (2 page)

“He’s in the living room. I just ordered a
pizza, and the dude is watching Finton and Fergus? I don’t know.
Some kid’s cartoon.”

He had the name comically wrong, but I knew
what he meant. Also, there was someone else in the front seat of
his car, but whoever it was didn’t look very effeminate. My first
thought was ‘Ben is
gay
?’ instead of ‘oh he’s going out with
a guy to the bar to watch a game’ which probably says something
about me. He was in such a hurry though that it almost immediately
slipped my mind.

“Well,” Ben said with a smile. “Thanks again.
I owe you one. Maybe two. I won’t be gone very long. Maybe when I
get back we can play some Parcheesi or something?”

I grunted a laugh.

“Maybe you have something else in mind?
Anyway, won’t be gone long. Couple hours, maybe. See ya soon.” He
hopped in the car, shut the door and was down the driveway by the
time I realized he was gone.

Yeah, I have something else in mind. Damn
right I do.
I pinched myself for being so dirty-minded. I had
to quit that and I had to quit it soon.
Inside, Gia, get inside.
Playing with that kid will get your mind off things.

Kyle was in a surprisingly un-screamy mood,
which was cool, so we just kinda sat around and ate some pizza,
watched some kiddy cartoons and played a game or two, which
reminded me, as weird as it might sound, of being around Ben when I
wasn’t much older than Kyle.

Like I said about my mom, she was always
going-going-going and never had much time for either me or my
daddy. Ben never really liked it, but for some reason, Drake puts
up with her intensity a lot better than Ben ever did.

This is gonna sound really, really lame, but
Ben was the ‘rock’ in my life. He taught me how to ride a bike, and
get up whenever I fell. That lesson really stuck with me, the
getting up one. It works with everything, not just double-tired
little vehicles. When my first boyfriend dumped me, I spent all
night crying about it to Drake, since I started dating late, and
Ben was already gone, but his voice was in the back of my mind.

“
Just keep on getting back up,
sweetie,”
I remembered him saying.
“No matter what, life
can’t kill you until it does. And then, what is there to worry
about?”

He used to laugh and laugh every time he said
that, and I never really got it until later. He was right though.
Nothing ever got me down because of him. Nothing got me worked up,
depressed, or anything else. He taught me how to be strong. How to
be a good person, and all that, and I loved him for it. He also was
the first man I ever teased. God, this is so embarrassing to admit,
but as a little girl, I would put on the most ridiculous outfits I
could find and traipse around trying to get Ben’s attention.

He never gave it to me of course, but good
Lord did I ever try. Then again, I was so young that I didn’t even
really know what I was doing. My concerted efforts to get attention
didn’t
really
start until Drake came into my life.

Drake, Drake, Drake. What is there to say?
First of all he’s almost unrealistically gorgeous. He’s got these
dark blue eyes that work just perfectly with the dark, wavy hair. I
could tell what my mom saw in him from the first time
I
saw
him. I was sixteen, obnoxiously curvy, and actually just obnoxious
in general if I’m being honest. But I was still, you know, Gia.
Meaning, shy and awkward.

I never believed, not really, that I was
anything but a plain, boring, homely girl. My mom is smoking hot,
even now pushing 40, she’s got
it
.

Anyway, by the time she brought Drake home,
I’d developed a very honest and earnest enjoyment of the male form,
shall we say. I’d stolen a couple of her lingerie catalogues and
devoured the male models. I’d even discovered the joys of
shower-time while everyone was gone. God I was
loud
back
then. I’d lie on my back in the bath tub, turn the water on warm
and let it bounce between my legs. I could do that for hours at a
time if I was left alone.

Before she brought Drake home with her, I’d
usually spend my time fantasizing about those underwear models.
Afterwards, though...

And it never struck me as
wrong
. As
shy and utterly helpless around men, or even boys my own age as I
was, the idea of trying to steal my mom’s boyfriend was just a kind
of a game, I guess. Besides, it was all just fantasy. Nothing ever
happened, and why would it? He had my mom, and she was a thousand
times the woman I ever thought I was. Until one day, when I was
wandering around the house in my too-tight shirt that I had worn
since I was just starting to grow...you know...
grow
.

“
You look just like your mom, you
know?”
Drake had said. He wasn’t letching or anything, at least
when I was looking anyway. He just looked me in the eyes and paid
me the biggest compliment anyone ever had; that I, the awkward
little Gia, looked like my gorgeous mom.

That, of course,
really
got me fueled
up. My fantasies got naughtier and more outlandish, and I started
to throw myself at him. Short shorts, workout sweats that barely
fit over my still-growing tits, the whole nine yards, you know? But
never once did he pay any attention. Every now and then, he’d drop
one of his lines. He’d tell me I looked like my mom, or that I
looked especially good this day or that day. But it was all totally
innocent.

Just a little game we played.

Or rather, a game
I
played that he was
an unwitting participant in. Looking back though, I was sixteen
going on seventeen. Fit, good body – though I’d never admit it at
the time – and cute as a little button. And innocent. Oh God was I
innocent. Hell, sitting there in the living room playing Super
Mario with Kyle, I was
still
innocent. I can’t even imagine
how much Drake must have enjoyed me throwing myself at him day
after day.

That’s like every red-blooded guy’s fantasy.
Some nubile young girl, stupid in love with you. Doesn’t hurt if
she’s wearing such tight clothes you can see every line and curve
and...I can’t believe I did that to the poor guy. Still, I’m sure
he didn’t mind too much. I never did catch him trying to cop a
glance, but that doesn’t mean much.

Kyle stood up, dropped his game controller on
the ground and loudly announced that he was “all tired out” and
wanted to go to bed.

I was so full of pizza and so sleepy from the
couple of beers I’d grabbed from the fridge – feeling naughty the
whole time of course, but I wasn’t going back to St. Mary’s until
tomorrow, so I wasn’t breaking any rules – while we ate that I had
to agree.

It was only quarter-to-nine, and usually when
I’m over there sitting, he flat-out refuses to go to bed before
ten, so it was surprising, if welcome. With his teeth brushed, and
his fat little legs decked out in Transformers footie pajamas, he
was packed off to bed and snoring within minutes. I collapsed on
the couch, turned on the TV, and laid down. I hadn’t noticed how
tired I was before my head hit those pillows, but as soon as I sunk
back into the cushions and closed my eyes, I was done for.

*

Dreams for me are like floating. Everything
moves a little slower than it usually does, and feels lighter,
happier and...well...dreamier, if that makes sense. I woke up in a
dream where I was asleep on a couch. Only, it wasn’t this couch.
And, it wasn’t in the house.

I opened my eyes in my dream and felt a
gentle breeze prickle my skin. I looked down and was shocked to see
that, aside from a
really
thin little pair of panties, I was
totally naked and my nipples were stiff as pink rocks. Sensitive
pink rocks, I thought, as I turned over, belly-down on the couch
and they brushed the fabric.

It was in the middle of a meadow. Weird,
right? But hey, it was a dream, so what are you gonna do? I was in
the middle of this field, all sorts of flowers and deer and stuff
were milling around. I stretched, gently massaged the shoulder I’d
been asleep on, and then suddenly, felt another hand. It pushed
mine out of the way, and then a drizzle of something warm and wet
hit my skin.

“Relax, baby girl.” It was Ben’s gravelly
voice. My daddy Ben! In my dream! Although, something about the
dream felt a lot more real than they usually do. He poured a little
more of the stuff – that turned out to be lilac scented oil – on my
shoulder, and started to rub.

“Pass me some of that,” another voice said.
This one was younger, and less raspy. Drake! I knew it immediately.
“I think our daughter’s legs are sore too. She must have been
working out a lot yesterday. She grew up right.”

A thumb ran down my hamstring and all the way
to the swell of my bottom. He pushed his fingers deep along the
line where my legs joined my body and I felt a huge rush of
relaxation. Some kind of noise off in the edge of the woods – weird
dream, huh? – startled me a little.

Back in reality, I rolled over on the couch
and was a little confused that the TV was off. I thought I’d left
it on. Also, the room was completely dark except for a light in the
kitchen. There was no light on in the kitchen. There were two
figures near me, although at the time I wasn’t sure if I was
really
awake, or still asleep. One of them had a hand on my
back, just like in the dream, and the other was stroking my
leg.

Vaguely, somewhere in the back of my
sleep-addled mind, I had a clue what was happening. My daddy Ben
was rubbing the small of my back and...oh my God! Drake! He was
rubbing my leg. This was just too weird to be real. But it felt
really good, and...it isn’t like I didn’t want this to happen, so
why not just...

A soft groan escaped my lips when one of them
pushed harder on my ass. It felt so good that warmth crept up my
back. I wondered if I had been doing anything embarrassing when
they came in, but instead of fighting it, I just closed my eyes
again.

“Do you see this?” I heard as I drifted off.
I couldn’t tell which one said it. “She’s so wet. You don’t really
suppose she was dreaming about
us
do you?”

“Shh...you’ll wake her,” the other said.
“Look how she’s moving around. She’s loving this.”

...She’s loving this...

...Loving this...

...Loving...

“Does that feel good, Gia? Your back was so
tight, sweetie.” Drake had a caring tone to his voice.

Back in my dream meadow, I arched my back so
my daddy’s fingers went right into my cramped shoulder and I nodded
yes. Slowly, I rolled over so that my mostly-bare body was open for
my daddies to see. From the way they both stared at my tits, I
think I got their attention.

“Can you maybe rub me here?” I asked, as I
scooped up one of my big, round breasts to show them what I meant.
“My chest is so...oh that feels good, just like that. Mmm...”

That’s when I realized that what I was laying
on in the forest wasn’t really a couch, not at all. It was
something flat, but soft. Maybe like a table, but with a mattress
on it, which didn’t make a lot of sense, but who cares when
something feels this good? Something I knew I could never have in
real life, no matter how much I wanted it.

Ben was standing above my head and I felt a
little swell every now and then when he moved to change angles on
the massage he was giving me. It was big. Really, really big, and
it kept brushing against the side of my head. I wanted to reach
back and touch it and after pausing for a second, I thought – why
the hell not? I’m dreaming – and did exactly what I wanted. My hand
first met the bare skin of his thighs and then a heavy, warm
sack.

“Oh...mmm...” I moaned softly as my fingers
curled around one of my daddy’s balls and I gave him a little
squeeze. “I guess I’m not the only one not wearing much, huh?” I
bit my lip and looked up to see him smiling.

“She must be dreaming, huh?” He grinned, but
at Drake, not me.

Drake pushed my legs apart and I felt thumbs
slide from my knees to the top of my thighs. Instinctively, I drew
my knees up, although I don’t really know why. He eased them back
down. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Seems like this is exactly what she
wants from how she was carrying on and moaning.” His fingers
caressed the soft skin of my belly and he hooked the little
spaghetti-string fabric of my panties and pulled them down.

“Ben, look at this,” he said in an astonished
voice. “Our daughter, she’s...she’s just gorgeous.”

Oiled fingers – or maybe, thinking about it,
they weren’t covered in oil, but something else slick and warm –
moved along the line at the top of my legs, down between them.
Gently, he spread my legs and pushed right on the tendons on either
side of me. I took a deep breath.

Closing my eyes and letting the pleasure wash
over me, I felt my nipples stiffen up again and a moment later, Ben
gave me a good, hard squeeze. “Do you think she’ll wake up if I
suck these hard little nipples?” He asked.

“From the way she’s squirming around, and how
she keeps rubbing on herself, I doubt it, Ben,” Drake answered.
“She’s sopping wet. How has she not woken up yet? I’m not gonna
complain, though. She’s loving this, and I’m loving it too.”

For a moment, no one said anything. Hands
just moved on me, and one of Drake’s fingers traced the line
between my legs. “She’s so, so wet. I’ve never seen anyone like
this. She must have wanted us for a long, long time.” He paused for
a moment to circle my clit that I just realized was aching a
little, yearning to be touched, and then he gently tested my
entrance with the tip of his finger.

“This isn’t waking her up,” Drake said,
“so...”

I writhed around as he pushed it deeper, my
virgin tightness squeezing at him, like my body was trying to suck
him further inside.