Little Brats: Olivia: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Free Page B

life on the page.
    Sketching him in that final moment of bliss, reclining, head back, she moved her pencil fast, etching out the hairs on his chest, shadowing in the valleys of his body. When she finished, pleased with the emotion she’d successfully captured on his face, she started to flip back through the sketchbook. This one was her private collection, full of naked drawings of her stepfather, some alone, but many of them were fully realized drawings of him having sex. With her.
    She didn’t find self-portraits that difficult, like some artists did. And she loved drawing bodies, all shapes and sizes. On the page, she came to life as a full-figured, healthy, Rubenesque woman. Stopping on a personal favorite, one where he rested prone on a bed, arms down to his sides, relaxed, she sat beside him, her hand on his hard cock. He watched her adoringly as she explored him, learned the ways of his body. It was a father-daughter image, an intimate moment of learning.
    Her body pulsed again, imagining it, him naked, so close, actually touching him. Still sitting with her legs crossed, she reached her hand under the tail end of her stepfather’s shirt to play with herself. She could imagine him exploring her, running gentle fingertips over her outer pussy lips, praising her beauty, placing butterfly kisses on her mound.
    Oh to have his hands, his mouth on her… She spread herself open with her fingers, imagined showing him how pink and pretty it was. She could smell him on his shirt, but she could smell her own musk too. It was a heady scent and it aroused her even more, almost as if she could taste them both together.
    Her sketchpad sat open on her bed, and she glanced at the image, at his cock in her hand on the page, and she wanted it. She wanted it so much she could barely stand her own desire. Rubbing her clit with two fingers, making circles, she imagined his wet tongue, then the head of his cock, round and round. Her body filled with warmth as she pinched her clit, imagining him sucking it into his mouth.
    “Oh Daddy,” she whispered, breathless, licking her lips. “Please fuck me… please…”
    A sudden knock on the door startled her.
    “Livvie?” her stepfather called.
    “Yeah, just a minute!” She grabbed for her robe at the end of the bed, pulling it on over his shirt. She belted it as she pulled open the door, feeling how flushed her cheeks must be. “What’s up?”
    “Oh, I…” He glanced down at her and she wondered if he could smell her, the way she liked to smell him. Was he wondering just how wet she was, under her robe? “Your mother’s gone out and I didn’t get much to eat at the party tonight. Thought I’d order some Chinese. You in?”
    So the party was over. Where had her mother gone? She wondered. But then she remembered the scene in the library. Did Randall know where his wife had gone? Did he care?
    She didn’t know. But clearly he knew how much she loved sharing Chinese food with him, and that made her smile.
    “Yeah, sure,” she agreed. “I know what I want.”
    And, boy, did she.
    “Perfect.” He grinned, taking a few steps toward her bed. “Can I borrow your pad and a pencil? If I don’t write it down, I’ll never remember…”
    She opened her mouth to protest, but it happened too fast.
    One minute he was at the door, the next he was standing over her bed, looking down at her sketchbook, open to a picture of them together. Too late, she rushed over and grabbed it anyway, slamming it closed.
    What could she say? Nothing. She said nothing, meeting his stunned gaze. His cheeks reddened as he cocked his head at her, looking from the book to her face and back again. She hugged the sketchbook to her chest, opening her mouth, trying to form words, but they wouldn’t come.
    “Well, I see what’s put that shine in your eyes.” He reached out his hand to touch her cheek, stroking his thumb gently over her skin. “You look very pretty that way.”
    “Thank you,” she got out,