Wes

 

“Daisy, it was so sweet of you to stop and get us all coffees,” My mother said as she opened a large plastic tub with “Christmas” written across the top of it.

“It was my pleasure, Patricia,” Daisy said.  “I’m sorry it made you worry.  I wanted to surprise you, but it was so busy at the coffee shop we should have texted you and told you we’d be delayed.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” Mom said.  “Although, I can’t believe Frannie still isn’t back.”

“She texted me ten minutes ago,” Daisy said.  “She ran into a friend and is having a coffee with her.”

“Which friend?”  My grandmother asked.  She was sitting on the couch drinking her coffee and watching as Dad and I strung the lights around the tree.

“She didn’t say,” Daisy replied.  “Patricia, does this tub have ornaments as well?”

“Yes, dearest,” my mother replied.  “Go ahead and open that one.  Love, are you almost finished with the lights?”

“We are,” my father replied.  “Wes, crawl under the tree and plug the lights in, would you?”

I did what he asked and then crawled back out, dusting the pine needles off the knees of my jeans.  Daisy was bent over the plastic tub in front of her as she sorted through it and I stared appreciatively at her ass.  God, she had amazing tits and a nice firm ass.  I needed to get her alone so I could give her an orgasm.  It was killing me that I’d had one and she didn’t.

“Oh shoot, we should add some water to the tree before we start decorating,” my mother said.  “Wes, can you get some water please?”

I tore my gaze from Daisy’s ass.  “Sure.”

My grandmother was staring at me and I groaned inwardly.  No doubt she’d seen me leering at Daisy’s ass.  Fuck, I needed to have better self control.  I headed toward the kitchen, determined to do a better job at keeping my eyes to myself and my distance from Daisy when my family was around.

 

* * *

 

Frannie returned just before dinner and Daisy must have texted her the cover story because she didn’t hesitate when Mom asked her who she’d run into.

“Leslie Warburger,” she said.  “We went to high school together.”

“I know who she is,” Mom said.  “Did you have a nice visit?”

“We did,” Frannie said as she sat down at the island next to Daisy.  She had a small bag in her hand and she set it on the top of the island.  “When are we decorating the tree?”

“We already did,” I said. 

“You didn’t wait for me?”  She gave mom a hurt look.

“Why would she when her favourite kid was there to help,” I said.  “That’s what happens when you ditch us for Leslie Warburger.”

“Shut up, Wesley,” she retorted.  “Mom, you should have waited.”

My mother shrugged.  “I didn’t think you would mind that much.  Sorry, honey.  I’m making my famous gingerbread cookies tomorrow.  You can help me with that.”

“Okay, but only me,” Frannie said.

“And Daisy,” my mother replied.

“What?”  Frannie gave her a blank look.

“Your girlfriend, dearest.  You don’t want to exclude her, do you?”

Frannie flushed before putting her arm around Daisy and giving her a brief kiss on the mouth.  “Of course not.  Daisy knows I want her there.  It’s Wes I don’t want around.”

She stuck her tongue out at me as I glared at her.  Jealousy was niggling at my spine and I tried to ignore it.  Even though I knew it was an act, it bugged me when Frannie touched Daisy. 

“Like I want to be hang around my bratty little sister, anyway,” I replied.

“At least my birth certificate isn’t an apology letter from a condom company,” Frannie retorted.

Daisy started laughing and I couldn’t help but join in.  Frannie has always been better than me at insults.

“I see the ‘turning over a new leaf’ is going well,” my mother said as she sliced tomatoes for the salad.

I kissed her cheek and stole a slice of tomato.  “Your favourite child will be in the living room with Dad if you need him.”

 

* * *

 

My resolve to keep my distance from Daisy lasted until after dinner.  All of us were sitting in the living room watching a movie when Daisy excused herself.  I waited a couple of minutes and, when it was obvious that the rest of my family was engrossed in the movie, silently slipped out of the living room.

I found Daisy in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water.  Before she could say anything, I took her hand and pulled her into the walk-in pantry.  I shut the door and flicked on the light before pushing her back against the built-in shelves.

“Wes?  What are you doing?”  She said before eyeing the door nervously.  “Your family’s in the living room.”

“I know,” I said.  “So, you’ll have to be quiet.”

“Quiet about what?”

I grinned at her.  She had changed into yoga pants and a t-shirt after dinner and the elastic waistband made it simple for me to push my hand past her pants and under her panties.  I was cupping her warm pussy, my fingers stroking her clit before her hand had even wrapped around my forearm.

“Wes!”  She said as her nails dug into my skin.  “Stop that!”

“Stop what?  This?”  I rubbed her clit with the hard strokes I knew would make her hot, and was rewarded with a soft moan.

“Shh,” I said before kissing her.  She returned my kiss eagerly but when I released her mouth, she gave me a nervous look.

“We shouldn’t do this right now.”

I rubbed her clit again.  “Yes, we should.  I won’t be able to sleep tonight if I don’t make sure you’re satisfied, little flower.”

“Oh!”  She gasped.  She was growing steadily wetter and I used some of her moisture to help ease my finger into her tight pussy.  She clenched around me and my dick hardened.  I pressed it against her hip.

“Fuck, I love it when you squeeze like that,” I whispered into her ear.  “Lift your shirt, darlin’.”

“Wes, we shouldn’t,” she moaned.

“Lift your shirt and show me your beautiful tits,” I repeated.

She lifted her shirt and I admired her pink lacy bra before prompting her, “Daisy, show me.”

She glanced at the door to the pantry before unhooking the front clasp of her bra and peeling back the cups.

“Beautiful,” I whispered before bending my head.  Her nipples were already hard and I sucked on the right one as I pushed a second finger into her.  I finger fucked her with slow strokes until she pulled on my hair and made a pleading sound.

I could have teased her all night, but my family would eventually notice we were both gone.  Still fucking her with my fingers, I angled my thumb over her clit and rubbed hard as I placed my mouth to her ear.

“You’re so tight around my fingers.  I wish it was my cock you were squeezing.”

“Oh God,” she moaned.  “I – maybe we could have a quickie.”

I shook my head and traced her ear with my tongue.  “Not enough time, darlin’.”

“Please, Wes,” she pleaded as I used my left hand to pull and pinch at her nipples.

“No, little flower.  But the next time we fuck, I’ll give you my cock for as long as you need it.”

“Do you promise?”  She whimpered.  She ground her pussy against my hand with desperate need.

“I promise,” I said.  “I’m going to put you on your hands and knees and fuck you until you come all over my cock.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered as she rose onto her tiptoes before grinding against me again.  “Oh God, I’m so close.”

“Good,” I said.

“You’re so good at touching me,” she moaned.  “God, I love it when you touch me.”

“I love it too, darlin’.  Now show me how pretty you look when you’re coming all over my fingers.”  I pulled my fingers out of her and pulled on her clit with a short, hard tug as I covered her mouth with mine.

I swallowed her moan of pleasure, stroking my tongue against hers as she climaxed against my fingers.  I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest through my shirt and I rubbed my dick along her hip as she shuddered before collapsing against me.

I held her up and pressed kisses along her jaw and over her temple as I rubbed her back with my left hand and eased my other hand out of her pants.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.  “That was so good.”

I nuzzled her throat then helped her back into her bra before smoothing down her shirt.  “Better get back to the living room before they notice we’re both gone.”

“Right,” she said.

I kissed her again and she squeezed my ass before walking a bit unsteadily to the door of the pantry and opening it.  As she stepped into the kitchen, my grandmother’s voice immediately made me lose my erection.

“Daisy?  Why were you in the pantry?”

“Mrs. McKinley!”  Daisy’s voice was high-pitched and anxious.  “Hi.”

“You can call me grandma,” my grandmother said.  “What were you doing in the pantry?”

“Oh, I was um….” Daisy’s voice trailed off and I grabbed a bag of chips from the top shelf and headed toward the door.

“Daisy?  I found the chips.  You don’t have to ask mom – oh, hey, Grandma.”

“What are you doing in the pantry with Daisy?”  My grandmother asked.

“Looking for chips?”  I said innocently as I held them up.  “Did you want some too?”

She studied us for a moment.  Daisy’s cheeks were flushed and I wondered if grandma could see the way her body was quivering.  God, I hoped not.

“No, thank you,” my grandmother finally said.  “I wanted a cup of tea.”

“Okay.”  I tossed the bag of chips to Daisy who fumbled it and nearly dropped the bag.  “I’m going to use the bathroom.  Can you take these to the living room for me?”

“Sure,” Daisy said.  She left the kitchen without looking at us. 

I was about to follow her when grandma called my name.

“What’s up, Grannie Frannie?”  I said.

She ignored my childhood nickname for her.  “I know you and your sister don’t always get along, but you love her.  Don’t you, Wesley?”

“Of course I do,” I said.

“Then don’t do anything that will break her heart.”

“I won’t,” I said.

Grandma stepped closer and I tucked my hands behind my back as she reached up and patted me on the cheek.  “You’ve always been a good boy, Wesley.  Stay that way.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said.

 

* * *

 

Daisy

 

I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised when I walked into Frannie’s bedroom and found her making out with Owen on the bed.  I shut the door as they sat up and Frannie gave me a guilty look.

“Do you mind if Owen spends the night with me again?”

I cheered inwardly as I arranged a scowl on my face.  “Seriously, Frannie?  You just saw him today.”

“But we didn’t get to bone,” Owen said.

I rolled my eyes as Frannie said, “I miss him, Daisy.”

“Fine,” I sighed.  “I’ll sleep in the basement.  But be quieter this time.”

“I will!”  Frannie said happily.  “Thanks, honey.  You’re the best!”

I nodded and grabbed my cell phone before heading out into the hallway.  It was quiet and dark and I tiptoed my way down the hall to Wes’ room.  Afraid his parents would hear if I knocked, I opened the door and slipped inside. 

The sky was clouded over tonight so no moonlight shone into his room.  It was pitch black and I closed the door with a quiet click.  I could hear Wes groaning softly and I whispered, “Wes?”

“Shit!”  I could hear him fumbling for the light next to his bed and I blinked and squinted when he clicked it on.

“Daisy?” He said in a harsh whisper.  “You scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry,” I said.  “I didn’t want to knock in case your parents heard.”  My gaze drifted down his naked chest to where the covers concealed his crotch.  His erection was obvious and I flushed a little before saying, “Were you masturbating?”

“Yes,” he said shamelessly.

“Oh my God,” I replied.  “Wes!”

He shrugged.  “I started thinking about how hot you looked when you came all over my hand in the pantry.”

“We were almost caught by your grandmother!”  I said.

“Keep talking about my grandma and I’m gonna lose my erection,” he said.

I tried not to giggle as I gave him a disapproving look.  “That was a very dangerous idea.”

“Like I told you before, I don’t like leaving my woman unsatisfied.”

A thrill went through me.  That was the second time that Wes had referred to me as his woman.  It probably didn’t mean anything but damn, did I like hearing it.  More than I should have.

“So, uh, Owen is in Frannie’s room again and I need a place to sleep,” I said.

He threw back the covers.  “Climb in, darlin’.  But I should warn you now – you won’t be sleeping.”

My stomach quivered with anticipation as I crawled over his legs and sat next to him.  “Is that a fact?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Wes said.  He waited patiently as I set the alarm on my phone for six-thirty.  He placed my phone on the nightstand and then reached for my nightdress.  I let him pull it over my head without protest.

He cupped my breasts and teased my nipples as we kissed.  When I was panting and moaning, he pulled back and smiled at me.  “You’re beautiful, Daisy.”

“Thank you.  So are you.”

His fingers were tracing my appendectomy scar and I moaned again when he pushed his hand into my panties and tugged on the curls.

“I really do love your sweet little pussy,” he said as his fingers found my clit.  He rubbed me until I was wet and swollen - shamefully it didn’t take very long – watching my face as I bit at my lip and tried to keep my voice down. 

“Oh God, that’s so good.”

I wasn’t lying to him.  After years of always having to make myself climax, Wes’ skill at touching me was a drug I couldn’t resist.  He gave my clit a hard pinch that sent electricity zapping down my spine.

“Wes?”  I whispered.

“Yeah?”  He was kissing the top of my shoulder with his warm mouth.

“Can I ask you a question?” 

It probably wasn’t the best time to ask but I needed to know.  He was the only guy who’d figured out that I needed a rough, sometimes downright hard, touch to orgasm and I was afraid he might think I was a freak.

“Mm-hmm,” he replied as his tasted the hollow of my throat.

“Do you think I’m a freak because I like to be, um, touched kind of rough?”  I said it in a fast whisper, trying not to panic when his fingers slowed on my clit.

He raised his head and my anxiety eased when he said, “No.  Not at all.”

“Okay, good,” I said.

“Am I?”  I asked.  “You’re the first guy I’ve been with who can make me come.  That isn’t normal.”

“You’re normal,” he insisted.  “The other men you’ve slept with were terrible at fucking.”

“You don’t know that,” I laughed.

“They didn’t make you come,” he said.  “They’re terrible at fucking.”

“I think it freaked them out when I kept asking for,” I hesitated, “a rougher touch.”

He rolled his eyes.  “Darlin’, you could ask me to spank you and I still wouldn’t think you were a freak.”

“Have you spanked a woman before?” I asked.

“No, have you?”

I laughed so hard that Wes pressed his hand over my mouth until my laughter subsided.  “No, I’ve never spanked a woman or a man before.  For the record – I’m pretty positive I don’t want to be spanked so don’t be getting any ideas.  But I will spank you, if you ask nicely.”

“Sweet,” Wes said.  “I’m a lucky man.”

That made me laugh again and this time Wes stopped the laughter by kissing me.  I reached under the covers and stroked his cock until he groaned into my mouth.  He stopped rubbing my clit and I made a whimper of protest.  He ignored it as he pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them on the floor.

“On your hands and knees,” he said.

My pussy quivered and I moved onto my hands and knees as Wes rolled a condom onto his cock.  He kneeled behind me and I arched my back when he ran his warm hand over my butt.

“You’ve got a really great ass,” he said in a low voice.

“Thank you,” I moaned.

He traced the backs of my thighs with his fingertips, sending little shivers up and down my spine.  “Spread your legs wide, little flower.”

I did what he asked, holding my breath with anticipation as he moved closer.  He grasped my hips and rearranged me – God, I loved how strong he was – before pressing the head of his cock against my entrance.

Without saying anything, he pushed into me until I felt his pelvis press against my ass.  I bit back my moan as I stretched around his thick cock.  His big hand rubbed my lower back and he waited patiently for me to adjust.

“Good?”  He asked.

“Yes,” I said. 

I tried not to moan too loudly when Wes began a slow, steady rhythm.  He pressed on my upper back and I rested my chest against the bed and buried my face in his pillow to muffle my cries of pleasure. 

Wes was moving harder now, rocking me into the bed with every thrust as he bottomed out then pulled back until just the head of his cock was inside of me.  He thrust again and I squeezed around his dick, pulling a moan of delight from his throat.

“Fuck, darlin’, you have no idea how tight you are,” he murmured.

He leaned forward and wound one hand in my hair, pulling until I moved back to my hands.  He pulled again, making my back arch and holding me steady as he pounded into me.  I wouldn’t be able to come this way but I didn’t care.  I felt powerful and beautiful as Wes moaned and his hand tightened in my hair.  He was close, I could already recognize his signs.  I thrust back against him with frenzied enthusiasm as he dropped his hand to my shoulder and held me in a firm grip.  I almost squealed out loud when I felt his other hand cup my pussy and rub my clit.

He touched me exactly the way I needed it and I buried my face in my upper arm to dampen my moans as he pushed me closer to climax.  The sound of our bodies slapping together was too loud but I barely noticed.  I needed to come, I needed Wes to fuck me hard until I was screaming his name.  Nothing else mattered but my orgasm.  I closed my eyes, rocking my pelvis hard against Wes’ big body as my climax exploded inside of me and I screamed into my arm.  Dimly, I could hear Wes’ low groan as both of his hands clamped around my hips and he held me still.  His body arched and we shook and moaned in unison until my arms gave out and I collapsed face-first into the mattress.

Wes pulled out and rolled onto his side beside me.  His chest heaved as he gasped for air.  “You…okay?”

I gave him a weak thumbs-up before curling onto my side.  Wes fumbled to remove the condom as I closed my eyes and listened to my pulse pounding in my ears.  When he spooned me, cupping my breast with his warm hand and kissing the back of my shoulder, I sighed happily.

“That was really good, little flower,” he mumbled against my skin.

“Mm, hmm,” I whispered.  “Night, Wes.”

“Night, Daisy.”