Little White Lies Ch. 09

Of course, the only other people that she'd had sex with were relatively comparable to Dexter, except for John. Don was just a large and thick, and her brother was no slouch either. Only John paled in comparison, but what he lacked in size, he made up for in other ways, so she really had no complaints at all.

She knew that she was a great girlfriend as well, though, and was proud of that fact. She was aware that most girlfriends weren't about to let their big-dicked boyfriend stray, let alone set him up to fuck people at her whims. Even fewer would be inclined to let him stray and not be allowed to herself, but she couldn't have been happier.

She grinned, realizing that she would marry him if he asked her to, even though they'd been dating for less than a year. She loved him so much, and they fit together so well. He wasn't nearly as jealous as her previous boyfriends had been, either. That was obviously a huge plus in her book. She had a feeling that they were going to be together for a long time, and whenever that thought crossed her mind, she couldn't contain her excitement.

Hopping out, she dried off quickly, then went to peek in on Dex again but heard him snoring before she even got the door open. Changing direction, she padded silently down the hall and poked her head in Don's room, but he was sleeping too.

Frowning that she had no one to entertain her, she went downstairs and poked around in the pantry and fridge for some fruit that she'd bought the other day. She set aside some for a bit of breakfast after starting a pot of coffee for Don.

Once the pot was ready, she poured him a cup and made him a plate of the remaining fruit. She intended on letting Dex sleep since they were going to a party that night, so she padded quietly past her boyfriend's room. After reaching Don's, she walked quietly over to his side of the bed.

Setting the plate down first, she moved the mug of coffee over to a coaster and set it down, but it made a little noise when she did so, and Don opened his eyes.

"Darn," she said, frowning at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

He chuckled, rubbing his eyes and looking at his alarm clock.

"Good morning," he said, sitting up.

"Good morning," she replied, handing him his coffee cup. "I figured you'd like a fresh cup."

He yawned and nodded. "That's perfect," he said. "Thank you."

She reached over and grabbed the plate, offering it to him. He took it with another nod and ate a couple of grapes.

"Can I get you anything else?" she asked.

He glanced up but shook his head. "No thanks. This is a first for me, breakfast in bed."

"Really?" she asked, giggling. "I'm sorry to hear that."

She stepped around to the other side of the bed and climbed up, sitting cross-legged as he chuckled, looking over.

"What?" she asked.

"Well, you're just so comfy being naked," he said. "I figured that I'd get used to it at some point, but..." he let the thought hang in the air, and she snickered.

"Well, I didn't want to wake up Dex while I was trying to find my clothes, and you've seen me naked lots of times," she pointed out.

He nodded. "I know. It's just... always a delight," he clarified with a wink.

She grinned, enjoying the conversation. Laying down on one arm, she looked up as they started to talk about the night before.

"I thought you looked spectacular up there," he said after she asked him what he thought about her strip tease. "Most of those other girls, and some of the dancers, didn't belong up here in the first place. It was pretty much no contest."

"Aww... that's sweet," she said. "I know you liked my lap dance too, though," she said confidently. "I felt your reaction. Plus, you obviously liked whatever Donna was doing to you while I was entertaining those other two. I could see your hard-on was still there when we got into the truck to head home."

He nodded. "Yeah, she's pretty forward about her sexual desires," he said, but then chuckled and shook his head. "I'm okay sweetie. I had a great night of sleep and might have had a dirty dream or two."

She grinned widely. "Dirty dreams," she said. "What were they about?"

He laughed but shook his head.

"No, not gonna tell me?" she asked.

"Hell no!" he said, chuckling. "I'm not instigating any 'accidents' between us."

She giggled, turning to lay on her back as she looked up at him. "So, I'm guessing you're all stinky and sticky from cumming in your dreams last night?" she asked.

He chuckled. "Not exactly, but I do need a shower."

She stood, going over to the bathroom, turning the light on, then leaning against the door frame. "I'd totally join you but, I already took one."

He smirked, rolling his eyes at her. Tossing the empty plate to the bed, he took another long pull on his coffee mug, then set it down and hopped out of bed. She grinned, delighted to see that he was nude. As he turned toward the bathroom near the end of the bed, he looked over to where she was standing against the wall and laughed, seeing her grin.

"Now, now," he said. "You're supposed to keep things normal between us, right?"

She frowned at him, but then giggled and nodded. "I know I am! I'm not gonna shower with you, silly" she said. "I'll just be in the room, watching you scrub those yummy muscles and that gorgeous cock. What's wrong with that?"

"Ha!" he replied, smirking as he stepped past her. "What's wrong with it is that I don't want to have another break down and fuck you through the wall again."

He'd stopped, looking down at her a few inches from where she stood, both of them very nude. She sighed, wanting nothing more than take his cock in her hand, then her mouth, and then maybe other places, but she forced herself to focus and be a good girl. Satisfying herself with just gripping his mostly flaccid cock, she sighed wistfully and turned, leading him forward with it.

"Well, we definitely can't have that, can we? No matter how fun it would be."

He chuckled as he was pulled into his bathroom by his dick. She stopped once they'd entered, letting go of it and hopping up on the counter as he stepped in the shower. He closed the curtain after stepping in, much to her dismay.

"Hey," she said, hopping down and yanking the curtain back. "Don't spoil the show for me!"

He smirked and looked back at her. "You're ridiculous, and you're going to get us in trouble." He didn't close it again, though, much to her delight.

She would have been happy to hop in and give Don an extra good washing, but she and Dex had made such great strides in their relationship lately that she really didn't want to push her luck. Still, the image of Don's older, but still very appealing form in the shower made her tingle with excitement. Dexter found them a few minutes later, as Don was telling her about something funny her boyfriend had done as a kid.

She'd initially been surprised by his odd behavior that morning. It seemed like he'd wanted her to have been naughty, or that he'd expected her to at least. She'd immediately known that he wasn't being mean, though, and figured it was just because he was horny himself and might have had some dirty dreams.

She was happy that he wanted to stay fit, though she would have preferred to have taken care of some of the obvious sexual energy he had before he left. Still, she figured that they could fool around when he got back, and Don was delightfully arousing that morning. She had several naughty thoughts that she just couldn't get out of her mind. Images of her in the shower with the incredibly good-looking older man were filling her head, and she sighed in mild irritation that she was forcing herself to be good. She could still be flirty, she supposed. Dex had always been okay with her doing that, she knew for a fact.

Grinning, she promised herself that she wouldn't let Don have sex with her. Well... not much sex. No more than five minutes maximum. Probably. Nodding at the image of herself in the mirror in a show of determination, she turned. Stepping over to the shower, she opened the door and stepped in, Don turning around in surprise and then laughing.

"I thought we were behaving?" he protested as he wiped soap from his face.

She shrugged, looking up at him as innocently as she could manage. "Dex went to work out... I'm horny... and you need a release," she said, making it sound much more direct and much dirtier than she'd intended.

But then, she giggled and slapped him on the chest playfully. "I'm just kidding! Gosh, Don!" she told him, animatedly rolling her eyes. "I decided that I wanted to tease you a little more and couldn't see your cock through the shower door good enough."

He rolled his eyes. "Uh huh," he said.

She grinned, stepping around him and into the stream of water. He sighed and rolled his eyes playfully, but she saw that he was in the process of grabbing some soap and pouring it on his hands to start washing her. She snickered and turned to face him.

"I didn't actually need washing, I was just feeling naughty," she admitted.

He smirked but started to rub her down despite her admission. His hands were strong, yet soft, and she sighed in appreciation as he combined a washing with a body rub and closed her eyes as he kneaded and pushed at her still-sleepy muscles.

"So, tell me your dream from last night," she said, sighing in pleasure as he massaged one of her arms up and down, the warm water only enhancing the experience for her.

He chuckled in response, but then she looked up at him, her eyes telling him that it wasn't a joke. "It's pretty kinky, I don't think I should."

"Oh, really? Then you have to!" she said.

He chuckled as she closed her eyes again, his hands still working slowly down her arm and finally to her hand. She moaned in pleasure as he kneaded the flesh, hard enough to cause tingles, yet soft enough not to be painful.

"It was just a dream," he said. "It's not really anything. You won't find it sexy. It was a dream about my little sister."

She thought for a second, trying to figure out a way to convince him to spill the beans, then a devious thought formed in her mind. "I know," she said. "I'll tell you one of my darkest secrets if you tell me about your dream."

He looked down at her curiously, thinking quietly for a few long moments, then nodded. "Deal... but you go first," he said, starting to work on her other arm.

She grinned. "Deal," she told him, then fell quiet for a minute or so while he kneaded and stroked the muscles down her arm. Sighing happily, she took a deep breath, then began her story.

"So, Dex and Donna, and my family all know about this, so it's not like some big family secret. When I was a senior in high school, I went to my brother to learn about dicks, and being the type of close-knit, affectionate family that we are, one thing led to another, and for a few months, I was learning how to give blowjobs on my older brother."

Don stopped and stared down at her in wide-eyed shock, causing her to wink confidently and look back up at him.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

She nodded. "Very," she confirmed. "He's the reason I just love sucking cock, and love swallowing cum!"

He was obviously stunned, but she saw the edges of his mouth curling upwards in approval, and knew he wasn't disgusted.

"Eventually, I got curious about sex, he helped me with my first time, but it was like... only a few seconds so we really didn't count it."

"Oh my... God..." he said. "That's so... wild!"

She giggled, shrugging. "We'd told our parents and they were fine with it as long as we were safe. We didn't tell them about the 8 seconds of sex, but the blowjobs were no big deal."

He seemed to be taking this in and the washing started anew, his hands moving up to her shoulders, and then her neck, pushing upward into her hair and massaging her scalp. She whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head as he brought her to a new height of tingly pleasure. After a few seconds, she felt his hands move back to rubbing her shoulders, but then felt him grab more soap and start to wash under her armpits.

Looking up at him, she saw that he was still wearing a mildly shocked expression. She smirked, then glanced down and saw the massive erection he was sporting and reached out with a hand and tapped his cock on the head.

"He's got a fiancé now, though, so we don't really play all that often," she said. "At least I haven't since Dex and I got together, honestly."

Finally, her shower buddy shook his head, laughing and turning her around, his hands washing and scrubbing her back. "I've never heard of anything like that," he told her. "Holy shit!"

She frowned. "Don... are you going to be judgmental about this?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder.

He immediately shook his head. "No, no! Of course not! I mean.... I'm shocked, but in a very... very good way!"

She giggled and turned, extremely happy to hear that it wasn't something he was disgusted by or something like that.

"But... you said that you kept giving him blowjobs after your parents found out?" he asked.

She nodded, lowering her head as he pressed harder into shoulder muscles. "I did," she said with a shrug. "We both loved it and I knew I could trust him. I really, really loved doing it, and he was there whenever I wanted to play. Knowing me, you can probably guess that that was a lot! So... he's pretty much the sole source of my blowjob and cum addiction."

"So, you said his fiancé knows, and is okay with it?" he asked.

She nodded. "The first night that Dex met with my family was the night that he proposed to her, and we all went and talked about it at mom and dad's house afterward. The conversation about Jake and I came up, and his fiancé, Kayleigh, talked to Dex about it for a while, just making sure he was okay with it."

He reached over her head then and grabbed the removable shower head and began to rinse them off. She turned around for him, letting him get all of her. After another minute, he turned the water off and replaced the shower head in its holder.

Unable to help herself, she looked back down at his cock, still happily erect, though not fully, and looked up at him, a seductive expression on her face.

"Is that for me?" she asked, her tongue sticking from between her teeth.

"It's because of you, for sure," he clarified. "I'm still not convinced that my son would approve."

She giggled and sighed. "I think we're safe... as long as you don't pick me up and start fucking me through the wall here," she told him, patting the tile behind her. "Besides, you've got a dream or two to tell me about."

He chuckled, hopping out of the shower first and briefly toweling off. By the time she'd turned off the water and stepped out, he'd set the towel aside and reached over to help her out.

"Well, it was really just one big sex filled dream," he said, grabbing a towel and making a gesture for her to turn around.

"We were at the club, and you were dancing up on stage." As she turned, she felt him step up behind her, the towel pressing against her head as he started to rub her hair down with it.

"Instead of just flashing your body to the crowd, you were letting them go down on you. They were sticking their dicks in your mouth, among other places," he said, moving down to her shoulders and gently moving across her flesh.

"It was just a big, sex-filled mess. But then, in typical dream fashion, the scene shifted, and we were suddenly back here at the house." The towel, thoroughly damp, disappeared and another took its place. She saw him drop to his knees out of the corner of her eyes and felt him rubbing her legs gently, one after the other.

"I think it must have been Dex's birthday party again," he said. "I have to admit, that my sister, Susie, has always been cute." He lifted one foot, and then then other, rubbing the fresh towel across each and drying them off.

She didn't know if it was intentional, but the care and deliberateness of his actions was severely turning her on. Forcing herself to focus, she was quietly thankful when he stood and started to rub her arms down.

"It's okay to find your siblings attractive," she assured him. "I love my brother, but only as a brother. He's undoubtedly a good-looking guy and I have to admit that he's sexy when he's naked."

"Well, she's just... adorable," he said, gently pulling her around to face him. "She's married to a great guy and has kids, but I've always had a secret thing for her, I guess," he admitted. He looked at her directly and whispered, "Just don't tell anyone."

"Your secret is safe with me, Papa," she assured him. It wasn't really all that big of a deal in her opinion, anyway.

He held the towel out for her so she could dry the rest of her body, but she smiled sweetly at him and didn't move, eventually having to raise a single eyebrow at him to get him to start on her front. With a smirk, he ran the towel across her shoulders and caused her to grin when he moved the towel haphazardly across her breasts. It would have been almost comical if it hadn't been for his erection that he was taking great care to not poke her with.

"So, anyway, I'm dreaming about... having you... in the kitchen like before," he said.

"We're both adults, silly, you can say 'fucking,'" she said with a suggestive look up at him.

"You're ridiculous," he said, unable to hide his amusement. "You and I were... fucking... in the kitchen like before..."

She moaned slightly, closing her eyes as a wave of arousal coursed through her. "Mmmhmm, I remember," she said, grinning and looking up at him a few seconds later as he rolled his eyes and moved the towel to her stomach.

Standing a few seconds later, he handed her the towel and stepped back before continuing relating his dream. "When I picked you up and shoved you up against the wall, I wasn't apologetic like I was when it happened for real. I was just mean... to be honest. But you were into it," he said.

"Were you calling me dirty things, like slut or whore?" she asked, trying to provoke him a bit.

"Worse," he told her. "I was saying things like, I was fucking your dirty cunt and things like that," he said, wincing at her.

She giggled. "I keep my pussy nice and clean, I'll have you know," she said.

"But... then you were suddenly upset and crying, and I just... didn't stop. Then... you disappeared, and Susie was in your place, and I like... realized that I'd been fucking her the whole time. That's when I woke up. It was... weird."

She frowned, looking up at him softly as he paused, lost in thought.

"So... anyway, that was my dream," he told her, shaking himself from his reverie. "I woke up with a hard-on the size of the San Jacinto Monument, and had to bury it in the mattress," he said.

"Aww, Papa, you should have come and buried it in me," she protested.

She knew it was a very provocative thing to say, but she just couldn't pass up the setup he'd given her. He laughed loudly, shaking his head at her in amusement.

"So... wait, you haven't had any release at all?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I'm good though," he said, obviously trying to reassure her.

"You know, you could let me take care of that for you," she said. "I don't think you've ever had an actual blowjob from me."

He groaned, shaking his head. "I don't think that's a good idea," he said.

She grinned, reaching out and gripping his erection with both hands. "I don't really care," she said, looking up at him. "I'm a dirty cunt, remember?"

He groaned in mild protest, chuckling as she pulled him forward. Not really thinking about what she was doing, she started to fall to her knees, but before she could, he shook his head and lifted her back up. He chuckled at her frown and shook a finger at her. "We're behaving, remember?"

He stepped up and gave her a kiss on the forehead but continued past her out of the bathroom. She sighed, drying off quickly, and turned followed him. A devious thought coming to her mind, she quickly decided to use it to be a little naughty and get a reaction from him.