Daddy's Office

Summer, 2000. I was 18, fresh from high school and fresh from the worst heartbreak I was sure I would ever feel. My parents gave me a trip to France as a graduation gift. But I was in no mood to frolic half way around the country and rub elbows with people I couldn't even understand. So instead of letting the trip go to waste, my Mom and Dad decided to go instead. It was fine with me, a whole summer to myself, it was just the ticket.

"Brooke, come down here honey, your father and I are leaving for the airport," my mother announced.

"Coming, Mother"!

"Now remember Brooke, no loud parties and don't forget to water the plants, there's a credit card on the dining room table for your expenses," my father said.

I waved and smiled as they disappeared from the drive way in the back of a yellow cab. Taking a deep breath and returning back inside the house, I looked around and became very excited. Two whole months of freedom, it was a dream come true for me. I quickly ran to the phone and called all my friends, it was party time. After making all the arrangements I ran up to my room to slip on my ultra short, ultra tight mini skirt I had found at the mall for an incredible bargain. It fit me in all the right places, I was sure to turn some heads tonight.

A couple hours crawled by before the first of the "party crew" began to arrive. One by one it was a fashion show as all my friends piled into the living room.

"Brooke, I can't believe you got rid of your parents for 2 whole months, you lucky bitch"!, squealed Andrea, my closest friend since kindergarten.

"Well I guess breaking up with Brian was a god send after all," I answered, giggling.

"No shit," said Mackenzie, "Maybe I should break up with Todd."

We all laughed, knowing this was the night to forget all about the shit from high school and just cut loose.

Within an hour my entire house was filled to the limits with my friends, their friends, and their friends friends. I didn't mind though, this was my chance to put Brian in the past and focus on the future. I was lost in thoughts of how I would spend my summer, smoking some grass with Andrea when the doorbell rang.

"Brooke, some dude's here looking for you," an anonymous voice yelled to me over the loud music.

"Who the hell is that"? asked Andrea.

"I have no clue," I said, laughing and getting up.

I made my way thru the sea of familiar and unfamiliar faces, the empty beer cans and past the booming stereo.

"Yes"?, I asked.

"Are you Brooke"?

"Yes I am, who the hell are you"? Now I realize that might have sounded a bit bitchy on my part, but I was high and really didn't care how I sounded at that point.

"I'm Aaron, I'm looking for David, he said to ask for you if I couldn't find him," he answered, somewhat timidly.

"Well David's my father and he and my mother are in France for the summer, is there something I can help you with ... Aaron, is it"? I asked.

"Y-your father"? he asked, seemingly shocked.

"Yes, my father, what's going on and who are you"? I snapped.

"Well, like I said, my name is Aaron, and, well, is there somewhere a little quieter we could talk"? he asked.

"Follow me," I said, leading him out the back door to the guest house.

I closed the door behind us, giving us the privacy he seemed to need.

"Now what's going on, Aaron, I do have guests," I said, taking a seat on the couch.

"Well, Brooke, it's obvious that David never mentioned me, so I'll cut right to the chase. I'm his son, from his first marriage."

"What the fuck are you talking about"?!? I said, totally in shock, "My father's only been married once, you must have made a mistake."

"No, no mistake Brooke, David Simms is my father," he said.

I didn't know what to say, I was in such shock. You know the kind of shock where it feels like someone has just punched you in the stomach? That kind of shock multiplied by 100.

"So that makes us brother and sister," he said, smiling, "It's nice to finally meet you."

"No wait, whoa back up one second Aaron, there's no proof that any of this is true, this is a joke, right? Oh I know, Brian sent you here, right"?

"Who's Brian"? he asked.

"Fuck, this cannot be happening, there must be some mistake, Dad would have mentioned if he had another kid running around," I said, feeling as though I was about to puke.

Just then, Aaron reached into his back pocket, removing his wallet.

"Here, maybe this will convince you," he said, handing me a picture.

I couldn't believe it, there was my father standing beside Aaron.

"When was this taken"? I asked.

"About 6 months ago," he answered.

"This is not happening," I said, trying to make sense of it, hoping if I kept repeating "this isn't happening" that would somehow make it go away.

Aaron and I spent a few hours in the guest house talking, trying to piece together this confusing puzzle. Aaron just found out about me very recently as well. Turns out, his mother and my father were only married a year or so, but long enough for him to father a child. They realized they had married too soon before knowing each other and filed for a divorce. My father moved to Florida, where he met my mother and married her, thus conceiving me.

Aaron told me that my father had managed to keep in touch with him throughout his life, sending him money, whatever he needed. He said he came from California, which panned out perfectly. My father had taken a business trip to San Francisco around the time that picture was taken. Feeling sorry for him, I invited him to stay, at least until I could contact my father and find out a few things.

By the time we made it back to the party everyone had gone. Andrea left me a note on the fridge saying she would call me later and "Who was that sexy guy you disappeared with"?

I giggled as I tore it up, not wanting Aaron to see it.

"You can sleep out in the guest house Aaron," I said, handing him an extra blanket.

"Thanks Brooke, I'm sorry about this, If I had known he was out of town, I never would have come."

"It's not your fault Aaron," I said, smiling.

I waited for him to leave before picking up the phone and dialing Daddy's cell number.

"Hello"? he answered.

"Daddy"? "Is that you"?

"Yes princess, it's me, is something wrong"? he asked.

"No, well yes, well no, yes, yes daddy something's wrong," I said.

"What is it princess, speak up, daddy can barely hear you," he said thru the static.

"Daddy, Aaron's here," I answered.

"Daddy"? "Hello, daddy, are you there"?!?

"Y-yes princess, I'm here," he said after a long pause.

"Listen, he said, We'll talk about this when I get home, just don't let him leave," said daddy.

"Daddy, I already know everything, Aaron and I have been talking for the past few hours," I answered.

"Just don't let him leave, ok princess"? said daddy.

"Ok daddy, he's staying in the guest house."

"I'll call you in a few days honey, I love you, bye princess," he said before hanging up.

I just sat there momentarily listening to the dial phone buzzing in my ear, finally clicking the "end" button and settling back into the couch. Before I realized it, it was morning. A bright ray of sunshine peeked thru the blinds, waking me with a crooked neck and a mess from the night before. I quickly rose to my feet when I heard someone in the kitchen.

"Aaron, is that you"?

"Yeah, it's me Brooke, I thought we'd have some breakfast before tackling this mess," he answered.

I smiled and went into the kitchen. He looked so sexy standing there cooking eggs. Maybe it was the after effects of the grass or the fact that I hadn't had sex in a long time, but whatever it was I quickly snapped back into reality, reminding myself that this was my brother. My brother. That would take some getting used to saying. But I smiled, liking the way that sounded.

"Hope you like them scrambled, sis," he said, smiling.

I got chills when he called me sis. I had never been anyone's sis before, I could definitely get used to having a brother around, especially one that was older and so handsome. He was 21, broad shouldered, shoulder length straight blonde hair, hypnotizing blue eyes and the cutest ass I think I've ever seen a guy allowed to have in my entire life. Again, I had to jerk myself back into reality.

"Yeah, scrambled's fine," I said.

"That's an awesome pool you guys have out back," he said.

"Yeah, I plan on using it alot this summer," I answered.

"Mind if I join you sometime"?

"Not at all, it's big enough for everyone," I said, giggling.

I felt like a nervous 16 year old. I mean this is my brother and I was actually getting butterflies talking to him.

As the days passed, he and I talked more and more, slowly putting the pieces together. I showed him pictures of my parents and of me, he seemed very interested. Then came the day I'll never forget. I awoke one morning to a very dismal, very black sky outside. We were under a tornado warning. It was at this time that I was glad Aaron was there. I'm terrified of storms, not to mention tornados.

"Gonna be a rough day," said Aaron, staring out the window.

"Yeah that's what the tv says anyway," I answered.

We sat on the couch listening to the wind roaring outside, sometimes a tree branch would fall outside the window. I found myself huddling against Aaron, like a small child seeking comfort.

"It's ok Brooke, I'm here," he said, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"We should probably move to a room with no windows though, just to be safe."

I went along with him, trusting him so easily.

"Daddy's office has no windows, we can go there," I said.

We quickly made our way to daddy's office, shutting the door tightly behind us.

"Now what"? I asked.

"Now we just wait it out," he answered.

We huddled in the corner behind daddy's desk, feeling that would be the safest option in this situation. I remember thinking how strong and brave Aaron was to just take me under his wing and be so protective of me. This was the first tornado I had ever been thru in all my years of living in Florida. Before I realized what I was doing, I had leaned up against him, resting my head on his massive chest. He didn't seem to mind though, he just ran his fingers thru my hair, trying to keep me calm and secure.

"This will be over soon Brooke, I promise," he said, trying to reassure me.

I noticed that each time his fingers would reach the tip of my hair his fingers would gently graze over my nipple. It was becoming hard and I was becoming wet. The voice of reason, that kept telling me that Aaron is my brother and therefore off limits to me, was nowhere to be heard this time. So I waited until his fingers reached the tip of my hair again. As soon as I felt them graze my nipple I reached up and grabbed his hand, holding it there.

"Touch me Aaron," I whispered.

He hesitated momentarily, then I felt his strong hand cup my breast, gently rubbing it and massaging it. I moaned very softly, letting him know that this was okay and that it felt good.

"Brooke, we can't ......"

"Sshhhh, just go with it Aaron, please," I moaned.

He raised his other hand to cup my other breast, massaging them thru my blouse. I moaned louder when I felt him grab my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, gently rolling them and tugging. He leaned in and began kissing and sucking my earlobe, breathing heavy into it as he carefully unbuttoned my blouse. I was situated perfectly so I could feel his cock getting harder beneath his jeans. It throbbed as it pressed into my ass, almost as if to say, "let me out."

He finally released the last button on my blouse, gently sliding it from my shoulders. He moaned when he realized I wasn't wearing a bra. I turned to face him, still between his legs. Gently cupping the sides of his face in my hands as I leaned in to kiss him. His lips were warm and puffy on my tongue as I slid it on his bottom lip, wetting it and teasing him. We kissed hard as he rubbed my tits, tugging my nipples. I reached down and popped the zipper on his jeans. We both moaned thru the kiss as I slid my hand inside.

His cock was so hard, so warm as it throbbed in my hand. I could feel that he was shaved, which I found incredibly sexy. His hands slid down to my ass, rubbing and massaging my ass cheeks thru my skirt. I slid my tongue down to his neck, nibbling and sucking on it as he raised my skirt over my hips.

"Straddle me Brooke," he whispered.

With my other hand, I reached down and slid my panties over. I could feel my pussy dripping, such a warm feeling oozing from my body. He moaned as he felt a drop of my juice drip down to his cock tip. Slowly I placed my legs on either side of his, straddling him. We looked each other in the eyes as he placed his hands on my hips, gently pushing down.

I gasped as I felt his cock penetrate me. It had been several months since I had had sex, so I was extremely tight. Aaron moaned louder with each inch his cock disappeared until finally bottoming out inside me. I just sat there for a moment, feeling his cock throbbing against my pussy walls. Then closing my eyes and throwing my head back, arching my back to thrust my tits out, I slowly began riding him, riding my brother. We both moaned as our bodies quickly caught onto each other's rythm.

His hands were so strong on my hips. His fingers digging gently into my flesh as he lifted me up and down his cock. He leaned forward, gently taking my left nipple into his mouth. I couldn't believe how erotic this was. The storm outside was nothing compared to the sexual storm that was going on inside daddy's office. Again, I cupped Aaron's face, gently tugging his hair as he sucked my nipple harder into his greedy mouth.

I could feel our rythm speeding up as he bucked his hips up, thrusting his cock harder inside me. I groaned loudly as I began grinding my pussy down, smearing my juices all over him. Suddenly I felt his hand on my ass, rubbing it firmly and kneading my skin into his hand. Without a word, his fingers moved to the crack of my ass, running up the length of my crack. We looked into each other's eyes as he slowly pushed his finger inside my ass.

This turned us both on so much that we no longer wanted to make love, we needed to fuck. Aaron told me to slowly slide off of him and turn with my back to him on all fours. I smiled and did as I was told, getting on my hands and knees with my ass turned to him. He leaned down and began licking around his finger as it pumped in and out. I slid my hand underneath me, down to my pussy.

My clit was engorged, ready to squirt at any moment as I reached down, sliding my finger to my clit. Rubbing it furiously as Aaron fingered my ass, then 2 fingers inside me. I felt him place his hand on my hip, then his cock to my dripping hole. With one thrust he was inside me. His fingers and cock worked with perfect rythm, fucking both of my holes as I rubbed my clit faster. Our groans were heard well over the storm outside.

"Ahhhhhh Aaron, I'm gonna cum, make me cum"! I shouted.

He began fucking me faster, deep penetrating strokes, bottoming out each time inside me. He yanked his fingers from my asshole quickly and placed his other hand on my hip. He began plowing into me. His groans and grunts sent me over the edge. I could no longer control myself as I climaxed all over his cock. Sticky sweet juices coating his shaft as he pumped in and out.

"Ahhhhhh shit Brooke, I'm gonna cum, fuck, take it sis, take it"!!!!!! he yelled.

"Oh my God yes Aaron, cum for me, cum inside me, please"!!!! I begged.

One last powerful thrust, one more very loud groan and he shot his load inside my slippery pussy. Oh God, he felt so good. I had never in my life ever experienced that with Brian. He had never made me cum.

Aaron continued pumping, emptying the last of his seed inside me. His cock felt so good jerking within my pussy walls. I came again before he slid his cock from me. We both just stayed there on the floor, our bodies intertwined as one as we struggled to catch our breaths.

I will never forget that day, as long as I live. Mother and father eventually returned home. We had a nice long "family" conversation. My mother still hasn't completely accepted Aaron, but she tries. He and my father have become closer then ever. He persuaded Aaron to move here to Florida and live with us, as one big happy family. And as for me, my days are spent taking care of my son. Aaron and I never told anyone what happened that day, everyone just assumed that Brian and I had "reconciled" thus producing my son. Only Aaron and I know that Jacob is the souvenir of that afternoon we spent in Daddy's office.