Massive Temptation

  Nina Sestina

  Massive Temptation

  Nina Sestina

  All Rights Reserved ©2024 Nina Sestina. First Printing: 2024.

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  Author's Note: All characters in this story are fictional, and 18 years of age and older.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 - Kiara

  Chapter 2 - Brock

  Chapter 3 - Kiara

  Chapter 4 - Brock

  Chapter 5 - Kiara

  Chapter 1 - Kiara

  I’d been close friends with Ashley since middle school, and spent the night there all the time. I loved being at their house, as they had a beautiful home and a swimming pool. When summer came around, my mom knew exactly where to find me.

  Their family dynamic was interesting. Brock was Ashley’s stepdad, and the breadwinner of the household. He was an investor and website designer, and while I didn’t know exactly how much money he made, it was clear that they were past the point of being comfortable. They were wealthy.

  He married Ashley’s mother Tia during the summer following our junior year of high school, and it never made sense to me. Brock and Tia looked good together, as she was an attractive woman, and he was tall and handsome, but that’s about as far as it went.

  Tia was a bit on the pretentious side, and she could be absolutely insufferable at times. She got frustrated easily, and steadily sipped on white wine during all hours of the day and night. Sometimes she was the life of the party, but she could also be the death of it. We got along okay, as long as I made it a point to avoid her whenever she was in one of her moods.

  Brock was the opposite, easy going and always in a great mood. He liked to cook out for us on the grill, and had no problems spoiling us whenever we needed something. He always had a wad on him, and would dole it out one hundred dollars at a time in cash. Ashley took a little while to come around to him, but the allowance certainly helped. I thought he was drop dead gorgeous, and sexy in every conceivable way.

  Of course, this was information I kept to myself. I always noticed them not getting along though, Tia and Brock, sneaking off for quiet arguments in the middle of warm, sunny days. Even though I stayed out of it, I couldn’t help taking his side over time, as she always seemed like she was in the mood for a problem.

  Once the lease was up on my mom’s apartment, she decided to downsize to something more affordable, a one bedroom across town. I moved into the guest room at Ashley’s, as Brock told me that I was more than welcome to stay for the summer before I left for college. That’s how the summer started, and how it was supposed to play out. Instead, Brock caught Tia texting another man inappropriately, and lost his shit.

  It was early in the morning when they had the first blow up, and I could hear everything they were saying while laying in bed. I tried tuning it out, but they were so loud. I knew that Tia could be wild, but I’d never heard her screech like that, deflecting responsibility and blaming him for neglecting her. Brock screamed back, telling her that he got a prenuptial agreement for a reason, and that he had zero tolerance for “loser alcoholics” in his life.

  ASHLEY: I’m so sorry.

  KIARA: It’s not your fault. This is so awkward though.

  ASHLEY: I know. I’m gonna go out back by the pool.

  KIARA: Same. I’ll meet you there.

  Anyway, suffice it to say that the summer got off to a bit of a rocky start. After fighting all day, Tia finally left after Brock got her a hotel room for the week. He hired a lawyer, and I just tried to leave him alone for a couple of days and stayed out of the way as much as I could. Once Tia was gone, the house took on a whole new vibe, and it was very clear that he was much happier without her around.

  I mentioned before that Brock was very attractive, and that I kept my little crush a secret. As soon as he was a single man, my feelings were amplified, due in no small part to the difference in the way he began treating me.

  “Hey, I’m sorry you had to overhear all of that, but I just want you to know that you’re both still welcome here, and that you’ve always been my favorite.” he said, holding my shoulders in his massive hands and looking directly into my eyes.

  “Thank you. I really appreciate that.” I said, unable to maintain eye contact and looking down in front of me. Brock towered over me, and his bulging muscles made me weak at the knees. From that day forward, I found myself getting warm whenever I was in his presence.

  The differences were subtle but undeniable. Without Tia around, he would pull me aside, and find reasons to make small talk and joke around with me. I told myself it was all in my head, and that I was just fantasizing because I secretly wanted him. There was no way that a hot, successful man in his early forties would be interested in little old me.

  Ashley won a scholarship at the state college for softball, and started leaving every morning for workouts, only returning sometime in the early afternoon. That’s when things really changed, and the way he looked at me became almost hungry, to the point that I could no longer deny the feelings he aroused in me.

  I started masturbating, and he was the star of all my fantasies. It only made being around him more difficult, though, as it felt almost like he knew exactly how I felt, and what I was doing to curtail the tension. I typically slept in pretty late, but woke up super early one morning because I had to use the restroom. Little did I know that I was about to experience something that would change everything.

  I heard Ashley leave for her workout around six thirty, and I got up maybe fifteen minutes later to go to the bathroom, and then to the kitchen to get myself a cup of coffee, figuring it wouldn’t hurt anything to wake up early for once in my life.

  My eyes were still adjusting to the morning light, and there was already a fresh pot of coffee brewed so I poured myself a cup, and then waddled into the living room to enjoy it. That’s when I saw him, swimming in the pool. Brock worked out a lot, so I didn’t think too much of it. I blew on the hot liquid, sipping it slowly as I watched him swim back and forth.

  My goodness. He’s so hot. I was just standing there in the window, innocently sipping my coffee and enjoying the show. Brock finished his laps, swam over to the ladder, and started climbing out. I felt a little bit naughty watching him swim, but thought nothing of it, until suddenly, as he emerged from the water, my eyes locked onto the biggest flaccid cock I’ve ever seen.

  “Ugh!” I gasped, my eyes bulging as he grabbed a towel, and started drying off his hair. His penis swung heavy as he rubbed the towel on his head, and a feeling of panic swept over me. I wasn’t sure what to do, should I run away and pray he didn’t see me? I froze instead, unable to pry my eyes away from his juicy length. Just looking at it made me wet, filling me with a deep pressure that ached for relief.

  Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. He wrapped his towel around his waist, making his way to the backdoor to come inside. I left my coffee on the table, and sprinted straight back to my room. I heard him shut the back door, and my heart was pounding in my chest like I’d done something wrong and was about to get caught.

  At the same time, I kept picturing his enormous manhood, and wishing that I could lay under him. I got into bed, pulling the covers over myself and pretending that nothing happened, even though my heart was beating through my chest and my mouth was somehow dry and watering at the same time.

  Chapter 2 - Brock

  Swimming was part of my daily morning workout, and I usually performed my laps in the nude. I found it refreshing, as well as freeing, as I’d grown up poor and was never afforded that level of privacy and comfort until much later in life.

  I did think about switching to trunks, since Kiara was staying over, but after getting acquainted with her sleep schedule, it was no longer a concern. By the time she dragged herself out of bed, I’d have already worked out, showered, masturbated, and eaten. So I never thought there was any chance of her seeing me.

  And then I noticed her coffee cup, steaming fresh and sitting on the coffee table right by the window that overlooked the pool. I wrapped myself up in my robe, and thought about it for a second, wondering if it could have been Ashley, but she didn’t drink caffeine, and had already left by the time I went outside.

  “Oh, boy.” I said, realizing for sure that it was Kiara.

  She was one of my stepdaughter’s best friends, and I’d known her since Tia and I got married the year before. I didn’t realize it at the time, but a lot of the things I liked about her were the very things Tia lacked, even if her alcoholism was ultimately to blame for her unpleasantness and constantly shifting moods.

  Kiara had a cheerful disposition, and wide, bright eyes that were always full of wonder. She wasn’t even half my age, and I’m not the type to let my eyes wander, so I really didn’t notice her beauty until after Tia had already left the house.

  And then I noticed the hell out of it. Every time she walked past me, or bent over in front of me, or sat in the splits, stretching out her legs, I was fully aware of how gorgeous she was. It was innocent admiring at first, thinking to myself that she was awfully pretty, and good for her. Then it was lingering stares, and letting my gaze move up and down her body, thinking about how soft her skin might be and how much I wanted her legs wrap ped around my waist.

  I walked straight to the guest room, and lightly rapped my knuckles against the door before entering. She was all the way under the covers, and her head popped out when I entered carrying her cup of coffee.

  “You forgot this.” I said, setting it down on the table beside her bed. She smiled, sitting up and stretching, pretending to yawn.

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “I don’t mind that you saw me. I also didn’t think you’d be awake.” I said.

  “Oh. Uhm. I just, had to pee.” she said, stammering over her words and smiling uncontrollably.

  “It’s fine, Kiara. Like I said, it doesn’t bother me. We’re both adults.” I said. She bit down on her lip, nodding her head as she reached out for the cup of coffee. “You look so cute in the mornings.”

  “I do not.” she said, giggling and hiding her face. I felt the impulse to make a move, as it was crystal clear to me that I wanted her, but I fought the urge, deciding it wasn’t the best time.

  “Well, if you ever have to pee again, feel free to join me.” I said, telling myself to turn and leave but finding my feet firmly glued to the floor.

  “In the pool?” she asked, raising her eyes to mine.

  “Yeah. We could do some laps together.”

  “I don’t know about all that, I’m not really a morning person. I could cheer you on, though.” she said.

  “You’d make a good cheerleader. I’d like that.” I said.

  “Brock?” she asked, stopping me as I turned to leave. “Thank you. For bringing me my coffee.”

  “Of course. I’ll see ya.”

  Chapter 3 - Kiara

  I couldn’t even look at him without thinking about his cock, as the image was burned into my mind, and left me with a lingering case of horniness that I couldn’t shake. It didn’t help that there was no one I could tell, or that we were suddenly in such close quarters, all alone for extended periods of time.

  My internal clock shifted, and I started waking up right when Ashley left the house. I couldn’t help it, the tension between Brock and I felt so obvious, and I was relieved that Ashley hadn’t picked up on it. With Tia out of the house, and Ashley busy with work and softball, everything changed.

  It felt as if his comments were an invitation, and after laying in bed and chickening out the morning after I saw him naked, I decided to take him up on his offer. I made sure to take a shower and get myself ready, and then made my way out into the living room once again.

  My heart started racing immediately, as this was no longer a chance encounter. I made myself a cup of coffee, even though I was already wide awake. It felt so adult, and premeditated. Brock swam the length of the pool and back, resting momentarily between laps while I slowly built up the courage to go outside and join him by the pool.

  “Hey there, cuteness.” he said, throwing his arms up on the side of the pool as I sat down on one of the lounge chairs.

  “Hi.” I said.

  “You sure you don’t want to join me?” he asked.

  “No, I think I’ll stay here and enjoy the view.” I said, setting my ceramic cup down on the concrete floor as he set out for another lap. Ashley wouldn’t be home for hours, but I still felt like we were going to get caught, like she might walk out at any moment and see what we were up to.

  Brock finished his laps and climbed out of the pool just like before, only this time I was right there to see it first hand. I felt my face flush red, and I was far too embarrassed to stare like before. He walked right over to me, and I made sure to keep my eyes straight ahead.

  “Will you hand me that towel?” he asked, stepping one leg up onto my chair and pointing to a white towel laid out on the lounge beside me.

  “Yeah, of course.” I said, reaching for the towel with my head spinning.

  “You don’t mind drying me off, do you?” he asked, grinning. Clearly, he wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable with me seeing him naked, and even seemed to be having fun with it, judging by the fact that he was getting harder.

  “Really?” I asked.

  “Please? You can be my little helper.” he said, fully insistent that I be the one to dry him off.

  “Fine, but it’s a secret.” I said.

  “I won’t tell.” he said, turning around as I stood up. His body was immaculate, sinewy and lean, and I let my eyes scan him as I bent down to dry off his legs and buttocks. I could hear my pulse in my ears, and I felt like my breathing was audible. Brock raised his arms, and I ran the towel over his torso.

  “There you go.” I said, content with what I’d done. My palms were sweating, and it felt like his dick was actively pulling on my peripherals.

  “No, not yet. You forgot something.” he said, taking hold of himself by the base and shaking it back and forth. My eyes couldn’t resist, and I felt myself go weak as I looked down at his thickness.

  “I shouldn’t.” I said, reaching out with the towel anyway. He was so attractive, and I felt overpowered by my own biology. I wanted him, and I didn’t care if it was wrong, or if there would be consequences.

  “Good girl.” he whispered, as I began cupping his balls and stroking his shaft with the towel, causing the blood to flow right away, for both of us. His cock grew hard, and I dropped the towel to the floor.

  “We shouldn’t.” I said again, holding his juicy manhood in both hands, my lips naturally parting to receive him. I didn’t even think, it was all impulse and attraction. I started kissing the tip, dragging my lips along the underside of his shaft.

  “Oh, Kiara. You’re so beautiful.” he said, running his fingers through my hair and looking down at me. I knew that we should stop, but it had already gone too far. The attraction was too much.

  “You’re really big.” I said, my voice soft. His grip tightened around a handful of my hair, and he pushed my head down onto him.

  “Such a good girl. You have no idea how much I need this, baby.” he said. I lost all control, and my own desires got the better of me. It was so big and manly, and I couldn’t help worshiping his cock and balls, exploring him like no man before. His deep, growling voice spurred me on, making me so wet that I couldn’t think straight.

  “Mmm…”

  “Yes, that’s what I like. You’re so good, baby.” he said. I ended up on my hands and knees on the lounge chair, with him standing at the foot of it, feeding me his endowment while I struggled to receive him.

  “Gluck!” I coughed, spitting up all over his rod, only to dive down for more. No one had ever brought out that side of me, but it was such a turn on trying to handle it. I loved the dirty way he talked to me, and seeing a side of him I’d never seen before.

  “Look at me, Kiara. Good girl. Look up at daddy while you suck it.” he said, holding my hair in a ponytail and thrusting against me. I hated giving blowjobs, up until my lips were firmly suctioned around him. “Oh my God.”

  “Are you going to cum?” I asked, looking into his eyes like he said.

  “Do you want it?” he asked, wiping the spit away from my mouth with his thumb, and then slipping it into my mouth. I squealed with excitement, sucking on his thumb in the same eager way I’d sucked on his penis.

  “Yes, daddy. I really want it.” I said, biting my lip and looking up at him.

  “I’d rather fuck you first.” he said, offering me his hand. I was in such a state of arousal that I’d have done anything he told me to do, and I laced my fingers in his and let him lead the way inside. We went to his bedroom, and he threw the door shut behind us, lifting me into his arms like I was nothing but a feather.

  “Mmm…” I sighed, moaning as we kissed deeply. He took total control of the situation, ripping off my clothes and bending me over his mattress.

  “Do you want it?” he asked, yanking my thong underwear down my thighs and slapping his hard cock against my ass. His hand reached around, his thick fingers wrapping around my throat.

  “Yes.” I gasped, feeling his bulbous mushroom pressing against my opening.

  “Say it. Say you want that big daddy dick.” he whispered, his hot breath sending a chill up my spine as I repeated what he said.

  “I want it. I want that daddy dick.” I said, trembling as he pushed himself into me. “Ugh!”

 

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