His Nasty Little Pussy

JUSTIN

Why the fuck did I just agree to that?

I have a hard enough time not thinking about Savanna when

she isn’t here. How in the hell am I going to stand it if she’s around me 24/7, especially if she insists on going braless and wearing shorty shorts?

I give a frustrated sigh and close up the empty food container. I’m just going to have to lay down some house rules, that’s all there is to it.

Sure, I tell myself with a laugh. I can post them on the fridge and everything.

Rule #1: A bra must be worn at all times. There will be no nipples shown in this house!

Rule #2: Shorts must be long enough to cover ass cheeks and pussy!

Rule #3: No touching! In fact, there should be a foot of space between us at all times.

Rule #4, I mentally add with a groan: Under no circumstances are we to fuck.

I remind myself that she’s my best friend’s daughter. It’s not right for me to think about her like this, but there’s no denying that I have been. It’s like some sort of flip switched in my brain the second she became legal, and now all I can think about is fucking her. My cock is already hard, and she’d barely touched me.

I’m sitting here debating whether or not I have time to jerk myself off and get some relief when I hear my front door open and Savanna comes bounding in, giving me another amazing view of those bouncing, perky tits. I should’ve immediately started jerking off the second she walked out that door. What the hell had I been thinking? Now I’m stuck being painfully hard all evening.

Her long blond hair is loose, but it’s doing nothing to hide how hard her nipples are, and I’m pretty sure those shorts got even shorter on the ride over. She looks at me with those big, gorgeous brown eyes of hers and gives me a wide smile that I can’t help but return. God, she’s already got me wrapped around her finger like a pathetic, lovesick schoolboy.

Dropping an impressive amount of bags by the front door, she laughs and jumps back on the couch next to me. She leans her body into mine, way closer than is necessary or appropriate and rests her head on my shoulder. She’s always been very affectionate with me, but I’ve noticed it’s gotten a lot worse now that she’s 18. I’ve been trying to keep distance between us. So far my attempts at keeping her at arm’s length haven’t done shit. Her tit pressed into my arm as she snuggles in even closer is a very real, very painful reminder of that.

“It’s still kind of early,” she says, running her finger over the Quetzal tattoo again. “Do you wanna watch a movie?”

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She hops up off the couch and bends over to reach for the remote that’s sitting on the coffee table, and I have to bite my tongue to not groan. Her shorts are so fucking short and with her ass in the air, I can easily see that she’s not wearing any panties. I get a glimpse of her smooth pussy and quickly maneuver a couch pillow onto my lap to hide my massive hard-on. This is fucking ridiculous, I tell myself. I’m not a teenager for god’s sake!

With the remote in her hand, she sits back down, and I try very hard to not think about that shaved pussy being so close to me. She eyes the couch pillow but doesn’t say anything. Her lip twitches as if she wants to smile, and I hope like hell she doesn’t know the real reason I grabbed it.

She finds an old ’80s fantasy movie that we both like and then makes herself comfortable, using my boner-hiding pillow to rest her head on. My hands really have nowhere to go without touching her, so I rest them as best I can around her body, trying very hard to not brush against her very softlooking skin.

My hands seem to have a mind of their own though, because I soon hear her give a soft moan and realize I’ve been running my hands through her long hair. I stop abruptly, causing her to turn her head to look at me.

“Please don’t stop,” she says. “It feels really good.”

When I hesitate longer than she likes, she gives a frustrated groan and picks up my hand, placing it back on her head. “I like it when you touch me,” she says, facing back toward the TV.

I smile at her frustration and directness. I shouldn’t keep touching her silky soft hair. It’s doing nothing to help my cock go down, but my fingers slide through her blond locks all the same, unable to resist.

I don’t think I watch a single minute of the movie. I can’t take my eyes off her, or my mind off how much I want to bury myself inside her. I try very hard to remind myself that she’s my best friend’s daughter. My stubborn cock doesn’t seem to care though.

When the movie is over, she gives a long stretch, giving me an amazing view of her toned stomach and gorgeous tits. Her shorts have ridden up even more, a feat I hadn’t thought possible, revealing a delicious curve of ass cheek.

“I should probably get some sleep,” I finally say, deciding I can’t take a single second more of this torture.

“I’ll help you!”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’m not completely incapable of doing things,” I say with a laugh.

She stands, and when her back is to me, I quickly try and readjust my cock so it’s not pointing the way for us and grab my crutches. Within seconds, she’s right beside me again, helping me get to my bedroom.

Once inside my room, she eyes my bed with a big grin before crawling onto it. I stand there, completely frozen except for the painful throbbing of my cock, as she walks on her hands and knees to the top of my bed. I’m getting way more than just a tiny glimpse of her pussy this time, and I nearly blow my wad right then and there when I notice the rapidly growing wet spot on the crotch of her shorts.