All present in sexual scenarios are over the age of 18 years old.
Thank you for your compliments and encouragement. It's been really fun to role play what Brandon and Kira will do next! \m/
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Brandon quickly left the room before he could blow it; literally and metaphorically.
Did I just fondle the babysitter into an orgasm?!
He asked himself.
He cock was so hard it hurt. He wanted to go back and finish what he'd started, but he was afraid he'd blow his load before he even got inside her juicy pussy. Instead, he walked down the hall to one of the en suite bathrooms and threw water onto his face.
Time to snap out of it buddy!
Brandon coached himself. Maybe if he got down to work, he could get his mind off of Kira.
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Stunned, Kira stood immobile in the empty room; her shorts lay crumpled on one of the beds where Brandon had thrown them; her heart raced.
Did I just squirt?! Did I let my boss put his fingers inside me? His tongue?! Oh my god, he's married! What about Holly?!
These thoughts shouted at her in alarm, but the orgasm Brandon had given her left her feeling languid and unconcerned.
It had felt SO good! His lips on her skin had tingled down to her core as if he knew what she needed most.
After a moment, she shook herself loose from her daze and reached for her shorts, looking around for her panties. They weren't with her shorts; or under the bed; or on top of the bunk. They weren't on, in, or under the other bunk bed either. Kira practically tore apart and remade all of the beds before giving up.
Brandon had taken her panties when he left. She was going to have to face him eventually, but now she would have to do it knowing that he had her panties. How was she going to look him in the eyes?
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[Two Hours Later]
Sweat streamed down his neck and chest as Brandon pushed through the back door to get a drink of water. Still accessorized with work gloves and earbuds, he'd spent the last two hours fighting with the bushes out front. With pruning shears and a boatload of patience, he'd cleared the front walk and some of the largest of the vines from the porch. The house wouldn't make Architectural Digest, but they wouldn't get eaten by the undergrowth when they tried to enjoy the sunset later either.
Entering the mudroom first, Brandon heard voices in the kitchen beyond and smiled.
Ah, Kira!
He thought as he nudged the bulge her panties made in his pocket next to his iPhone.
"Holly, wasn't the point of this adventure to take a vacation? Why am I doing hard labor here?" He asked as he pushed through a swinging door with a good-old-boy grin.
Holly rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated huff. She was long past thinking that his jokes were funny.
Kira, on the other hand, looked like she wanted to bolt. She was sitting next to Holly at the long kitchen counter, a barely touched sandwich in front of her.
"Seriously though," Brandon persisted, "why are we doing so much work on this house if we are paying to rent it? Shouldn't general yard work be included in the cost? Or is it BYO mower?" Hooray for dad jokes.
"I already told you," Holly started, as she rose from the counter, clearing her empty lunch plate into the kitchen sink. "I rented this house from Jocelyn at work. Her family used to come here all of the time before her dad died. Now that he's gone, no one's comes here. She gave me a deal on the rental if we promised to pick up after ourselves and help take care of the more urgent repairs."
"Well, even my tongue is tired from all this hard work," he goaded, watching Kira blush out of the corner of his eye.
"Whatever," Holly huffed again. "You can work on fixing the front step after you have some lunch."
"Of course, honey," Brandon replied, casually surveying the counters. "There are so many good things to eat in here," he commented, barely catching eyes with Kira, enjoying her discomfort.
"Kira made me the most amazing panini!" Gushed Holly. "Maybe if you are good to her, she'll make you one too."
Thanks for the set-up, babe!
He thought to himself. Aloud he said, "I can be so good to Kira!"
Holly rolled her eyes and walked out. "I'll be sorting through the games and sports equipment in the sunroom."
Brandon and Kira both followed her with their eyes. Brandon's snapping onto Kira with a smoldering intensity as soon as Holly was through the door. Kira's eyes snapped to her sandwich, trying to pretend like he wasn't there.
It wasn't that she was embarrassed about earlier—she just didn't know how to act around him now. She wasn't sure what he wanted from her. Or worse, what she wanted from him.
"So what do you say, Kira?" He asked. "Will you be good to me?"
She froze, unsure of how to respond, surprised at how soon he pushed her. He looked expectantly at her with a big, amiable smile.
His grin started to fall, "You're going to make me a yummy sandwich, right?"
Relieved, Kira slid off her stool. "Of course," she squeaked, heading for the stove.
He smiled warmly and genuinely back at her. "I'll start putting away supplies and groceries while you work," he offered.
They worked silently together; her pulling together the fixings for his sandwich; him unpacking boxes, opening, and closing cupboards and drawers. Brandon had just taken the bulk package of paper towels out to mud room and stopped short when he reentered the kitchen.
Kira stood on tip-toe, on a step-stool next to the range. Her nose in the cupboard, she didn't notice how transfixed he was by her short shorts. She didn't see the gleam in his eye when he suddenly remembered that she wasn't wearing panties; she didn't see his nostrils flare in appreciation when he caught the shadowed outline of her pussy lips under the rolled cuffs of her cut-offs.
Hands in his pockets, Brandon crept up behind her until he stood at the base of the stool.
"What are you looking for up there?" He asked quietly. It might as well have been a bullhorn for how Kira reacted. She jumped and squealed. Clapping her hand to her mouth as soon as she'd done it; he couldn't hide his smile, pleased that she was following his orders to stay quiet.
"Oh, I..." she stammered whirling around to face him. "I could have sworn I put the Pam back up here after I made Holly's sandwich, but now I don't see it."
She remembered what happened the last time Brandon had this vantage point and tried to edge around him off of the stool. Inside, every cell in her body was begging for his touch—it was also true that she was frightened. Frightened about being caught; frightened about being in over her head; frightened about how easily he controlled the situation upstairs and how little she seemed to care—then or now.
She began to climb down the stool, but he didn't take the hint. He stood his ground and looked up at her. He held up his right hand to her as if to help her down. Kira looked searchingly into his eyes. She shakily put her hand in his. Brandon shifted back slightly. She stepped down to the next step.
Instead of handing her down to the ground, Brandon stepped back in, wrapped his left hand around the small of her back, and pulled their bodies together. Kira gasped as they connected, groin-to-groin, chest-to-chest, lips-to-lips.
Brandon smirked.
As if she couldn't see this coming from a mile away!
He chuckled to himself.
He ground his hips into hers and reached his right hand up to stroke her jaw.
"But..." she started.
"Shhh," he said and covered her mouth with his, kissing her until she forgot what she was going to say anyway. With hands on either side of her face, Brandon held her in place while he kissed her lips, easing them apart, stroking his tongue along hers.
Kira melted, wrapping her arms around him, rocking her hips toward him, trying to increase the friction.
"That's right, Kira," he purred, brushing the hair out of her face, fingers resting seductively on her collarbone. "If you stay quiet, I can be very good to you on this vacation."
Kira looked into his eyes, trying to make a decision even though there was only one thing on her mind; hot sex with Brandon. She would regret it later, but there was nothing in her mind other than the way he made her feel. She wanted more.
Brandon must have seen the decision on her face because he kissed her again. This time it was long, slow, and simmering. He stroked her jaw with his thumbs, adjusting her head for better angles.
Fuck! I really could eat her alive!
Brandon thought to himself. Wrapping his arms around her body, he lifted her into the air without breaking their kiss. Kira wrapped her thin legs around his waist. She undulated in his arms, climbing him to get to his lips, rocking her pussy down onto his rock hard cock.
He spun them around until he'd backed her up to the kitchen island. He set her down, pulling her buttocks as close to the edge as possible. Grabbing the hair at the back of Kira's skull, Brandon pressed her forehead to his; holding her in place; forcing her to look into his eyes.
While he held her gaze, he slipped a couple of fingers up into her shorts and right into her soaking pussy. Kira's eyes widened in pleasured surprise, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Shhh," Brandon whispered. His breath on her lips as he commanded her with his eyes.
He plunged his fingers into her over and over again. Unblinking, he controlled her with his molten hot gaze. Without words, he told her what he wanted. With a narrowing of his eyes, he showed her that he was in charge. His ruthless gaze told her that she needed to obey; that she should be prepared to pay the price if she didn't cooperate.
She answered him back. Nodding in response; her pleasure built each time she said yes with her eyes and body. Each promise bound her to him.
