The Incubus Claims the Nerdy Cutie (The Incubus Grows His Harem 1), page 1
The Incubus Claims the Nerdy Cutie
The Incubus Grows His Harem 1
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God, those would be perfect wrapped around my cock. I pictured her in her bra and panties again. She was so cute like that. I just wanted to see her like that. It would be so hot. Just so wicked. She cocked her head.
“Brandy?” I asked.
She peeled off her baggy sweatshirt, exposing her flat belly and cute navel. She whipped it off, her bushy-brown hair spilling thick around her face. There were those small tits of hers in the bra. She had B's or something. Perky B's. She shoved off her sweatpants.
“Brandy?” I asked in shock as my friend stepped out of her sweatpants. I squeezed the Joy-Cons in my sweaty hands. “Er...”
“You wanted to see me in my underwear, right?” she asked, her cheeks burning bright. She ran her hands up and down her sides. “You liked how I look, right? You think I'm cute? I'm cute, right?”
“God, yes,” I groaned. I was even more eager now to see her naked. “You're cute. Sexy, even. But... Why are you doing this?”
“Because you want to see me naked,” she said, reaching behind her and unhooked her bra.
“Brandy!” I gasped in utter shock as she slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders and...
Revealed her breasts. Small mounds topped by pink nipples that quivered as she slipped the bra off her arms and dropped it to the floor. I swallowed as I stared at my first pair of live titties. I mean, I had seen porn, of course, but these...
Holy shit, these were real tits that were just feet from me. My best friend wiggled out of her panties next. She worked those off as she stared at me with this strange expression in her eyes. This almost glazed look.
Her brown bush came into view. She wasn't shaved like her step-mom. This was insane. Why was she getting naked? She stepped out of her panties and posed before me. I could see her pussy lips through her brown curls. A tight slit.
“Mmm, that's what you wanted to see, right?” she asked, her voice seductive and sultry.
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The Incubus Claims the Nerdy Cutie
Ethan Dunn
I was doing it. I was buying my new car, but the lot didn't open until eleven, and it was only eight. I was restless. It was Sunday, so no college. I could play video games, but I just needed to burn off some energy. So I sent Brandy a text. She was my childhood friend who lived just down the street.
“Video games?” I sent.
“Come over!” she answered.
I rose from my bed, eager to take my mind off my excitement. I snagged my glasses and slipped them on as I headed out the door. I wasn't buying anything fancy, but it was my own car. I had a loan from my bank. I had saved money from my job waiting tables at Flappers, a 20's style diner. It was hard juggling school, the swim team, and work, but I had managed.
I didn't need the job any longer, my step-mom was helping with the rest, she just wanted me to get the down payment on my own. To prove that I had it in me or something. She was a very traditional woman my father married when I was a kid.
A Sufi Muslim of all women, but he loved her. She was a good woman, but she did have some strange beliefs. Sufi Muslims were a very spiritual branch of Muslims. They were sort of like Charismatic Christians. Believed in miracles and really in the supernatural. Angels and djinn abounded in my step-mom's world.
I headed downstairs to find her “tuning.” She was whirling around in the living room as she prayed and mediated to Allah. She wore a colorful headscarf to conceal her black hair, but she was also still in her PJs and now wearing a bra.
It was hard not to notice my step-mom's breasts bouncing and heaving beneath her top. She moved with a sensuous grace as she prayed, her eyes closed, a look of exultation on her face. She raised her arms over her head, exposing her navel, her belly flat and lovely.
I tried not to stare at her. She was my father's widow. He'd passed on a few years ago, up in heaven. He was a good man. I didn't know my real mother. She and Dad had a one-night stand. Nine months later, she left me on the doorstep with a note read, “Here's your son, Simon. Had a great night! Good luck raising him!”
My real mom didn't give a shit about me. She hadn't even named me. But Dad did. He took me in. Raised a baby that might not even be his. When I was twelve or so, I had wanted to really know if I was his son. So we did one of those genetic testing companies and we were. I think it hurt him, looking back, like I didn't believe he really was my father, but he went along with it.
A good guy. I missed him.
So I wrenched my gaze away from my step-mom. It just wasn't right to have a hardon for a woman who married my dad when I was just two. I couldn't remember a time Kyra wasn't in my life, but her dusky skin and those big breasts... She might wear a headscarf, but she was still dressed in tight-fitting clothes.
I didn't say goodbye. I didn't want to interrupt her meditation. She kept turning and swaying, lost to her own world. I opened the front door quietly and headed out into the neighborhood. The skies were leaden, but the news said it would be clear skies by noon.
I rushed down the street. Brandy lived two houses down. We lived on a quiet street in the nicer part of Tacoma around UPS, the college that I attended. I yawned as I walked down the road, the wind rustling through the large oak tree in Brandy's yard. I reached her front door and rang the doorbell.
“Who is it?” her step-mom called from inside.
“Ethan!” I shouted.
“It's open!”
I found out why Mrs. Bellamy hadn't come to the front door. She was stretching to her yoga, reaching down her body for the tips of her toes. Her red hair spilled around her lovely face. She wore only a sports bra and yoga pants, her big tits dangling beneath her. The cleavage was incredible. As she smiled at me, I had a great shot down her breasts.
“Morning,” she said as she rose and turned around. She went into this sort of A-shaped pose, thrusting her ass right at me. Her yoga pants molded to the perky cheeks of her ass, my dick at full mast for her.
“Morning, Mrs. Bellamy,” I groaned, staring at the black material dipping into her butt-crack. Did she even wear panties beneath it? Then I noticed her cameltoe. The fabric hugged her pussy. Christ, I didn't know she shaved her pussy. She was a trophy wife, in her early thirties and in amazing shape. “Uh...”
“She's upstairs,” she said, her hips wiggling a bit. She smiled at me from between her legs. “Have fun.”
“Yeah,” I said, her tits dangling in her sports bra. They were firm mounds upside down. Just gorgeous. And the fabric molding to her pussy was succulent. I wanted to...
“Do you need something, honey?” she asked.
“No,” I gasped, my voice cracking like I hadn't gone through puberty. My c heeks burned hot. Step-mothers this morning were driving me wild. I wished I hadn't come over. Then I could have jacked off in my room instead.
I rushed upstairs, Mrs. Bellamy's breasts, ass, and cameltoe seared into my mind. My cock was so hard. I just wanted to jack it off. Or to have a girl suck it off. God, I would kill for a girlfriend. Part of me wanted to ask out Brandy, but we were friends.
It could ruin everything if I made a pass at her and she wasn't into me. I didn't want that. I had struck out at a few girls at college. I nearly got my ass kicked for hitting on Patsy Hardwick. She had a jealous boyfriend. A rule tool that went out of his way to shoulder-check me or belittle me.
I had a fucking bully in college because I chatted up his girl. Cole Medved was the biggest tool I had ever met, and he also was two-hundred-and-fifty pounds of linebacker muscle. A real meathead who could bench-press me easily. I was fit, on the swim team, but I was built for endurance and speed, not brute strength.
Shame I couldn't date a teacher. Coach Irvine was one foxy lady. She just took the job the semester, a divorcee trying to start over. Same age as Mrs. Bellamy and in great shape. A lean body that knifed through the water like a dolphin or a seal. A sexy seal with nice tits that looked great in her racing swimsuit.
Fuck, I had to stop thinking about women.
One door was open. Mr. Bellamy lay on the bed still snoring. His wife hadn't bothered closing it. That room was at the end of the second-floor hallway. Brandy's room was at the opposite end. I could hear music playing. I knocked on it.
“It's me.”
“You may enter the Thunderdome!” she proclaimed. She liked making that joke ever since that night we had marathoned the Mad Max movies.
I threw open the door and grinned, “Two dorks enter, one dork leaves!”
She giggled as she sat on a beanbag chair in only her bra and panties. She had her controller in hand and was playing some Fortnight. I gasped at what she was wearing. She stood to smile at me only to look down and realize she was in her underwear. I hadn't seen her like that since we were kids. She had filled out.
“Oh, shit!” she gasped, going red.
“Sorry!” I darted out of the room. She didn't have tits as big as her step-mother's, but that bra did lift them up into two mounds. My cock was so hard. I closed the door, my cock aching. I just wanted some relief.
The sight of her in her white bra and panties, her hips curving and her legs lithe filled my mind. Her bushy-brown hair spilled about her round face, her glasses perched on her nose. I wanted to make a move on her. My best friend. I wanted to gamble.
The snoring from her father's chilled that idea. He was right there. The door wasn't even closed. Trevor Bellamy was not the sort of man I wanted to cross. He was a contractor who owned his own business. A successful one, hence how he afforded to keep that hot piece of ass downstairs married. He was building them a bigger home. In a few more months, Brandy and I wouldn't even be neighbors.
“Okay,” she said.
I opened the door to find her wearing the baggy clothes she normally did. An old sweatshirt of her father's that fit her like a tent and sweatpants. Her cheeks burned bright. She pushed up her glasses. She had died in Fortnight.
“So,” I said, heading to the bed and sitting down. “Mario Kart.”
“Yeah,” she said, glancing at me as I sat. I stared at her, remembering how great she looked without all those clothes on. I wished she was back in her bra and panties. That she was naked. “That sounds fun.”
I wanted her to suck my dick. That would be just so perfect right now. My first blowjob. Better than playing Mario Kart. I didn't say that instead, I grabbed a spare pair of Switch Joy-Cons, holding each in my hands.
My friend stared at me instead. The kill screen for Fortnight remained on the screen. I glanced at her. Wasn't she going to turn off her PS5 so we could play? I glanced at her, those brown eyes staring at me. She licked her pink lips.
God, those would be perfect wrapped around my cock. I pictured her in her bra and panties again. She was so cute like that. I just wanted to see her like that. It would be so hot. Just so wicked. She cocked her head.
“Brandy?” I asked.
She peeled off her baggy sweatshirt, exposing her flat belly and cute navel. She whipped it off, her bushy-brown hair spilling thick around her face. There were those small tits of hers in the bra. She had B's or something. Perky B's. She shoved off her sweatpants.
“Brandy?” I asked in shock as my friend stepped out of her sweatpants. I squeezed the Joy-Cons in my sweaty hands. “Er...”
“You wanted to see me in my underwear, right?” she asked, her cheeks burning bright. She ran her hands up and down her sides. “You liked how I look, right? You think I'm cute? I'm cute, right?”
“God, yes,” I groaned. I was even more eager now to see her naked. “You're cute. Sexy, even. But... Why are you doing this?”
“Because you want to see me naked,” she said, reaching behind her and unhooked her bra.
“Brandy!” I gasped in utter shock as she slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders and...
Revealed her breasts. Small mounds topped by pink nipples that quivered as she slipped the bra off her arms and dropped it to the floor. I swallowed as I stared at my first pair of live titties. I mean, I had seen porn, of course, but these...
Holy shit, these were real tits that were just feet from me. My best friend wiggled out of her panties next. She worked those off as she stared at me with this strange expression in her eyes. This almost glazed look.
Her brown bush came into view. She wasn't shaved like her step-mom. This was insane. Why was she getting naked? She stepped out of her panties and posed before me. I could see her pussy lips through her brown curls. A tight slit.
“Mmm, that's what you wanted to see, right?” she asked, her voice seductive and sultry.
“Yes, but...” I swallowed. “Why are you doing this? I mean, I wanted this, I just... You were so shocked when I walked in on you in your bra and panties.”
“I was,” she said. “Embarrassed that you saw me. I don't have big tits and a plump ass. I'm just skinny.”
“You're great,” I said, staring at her tits. “Really, really great.” I was so hard. I wanted her to suck my cock so badly.
She dropped to her knees and slid her hands up my jeans to my crotch. She leaned forward, purring slightly as her hands reached for my crotch. She found my fly and started unbuttoning my pants. I was in utter shock by what she was doing. This made no sense at all. She drew down the zipper.
“What are you doing now, Brandy?” I asked.
“Don't you want me to suck your dick?” she asked.
“Well...” I did. I really, really did.
She smiled up at me. “Mmm, I'm going to suck it real good. I've never done it, but I'll do a great job. I've always wanted to suck your cock and do things with you, but you ignored me. I mean, how dense are you.”
“Sorry,” I said. “Your dad's sleeping down the hall and your step-mom is doing yoga.”
“And?” She arched an eyebrow at me. “You don't want my step-mom in here sucking your dick.”
“No!” I gasped. I mean, that would be hot, but... I really wanted Brandy to do it. With her round face, nerdy glasses, and her brown hair, she wasn't the hottest woman, but she was the cutest. “No, I'd rather you do it.”
“Then stop whining and lift your butt so I can take off your pants.”
I did both. She pulled my jeans down and yanked them off, losing my shoes in the process. My cock tented my boxer briefs. She slid her hand up my legs. They were smooth. I was on the swim team. We had to shave to win or I wouldn't do that. I didn't have hair on my chest, either.
“Mmm, I've always wondered if you have to shave your balls.” She hooked the waistband of my boxer-briefs. She tugged those down and sighed, seeing the brown curls of my pubic hair. “Guess not.”
“My speedo covers those,” I said, pushing up my glasses.
“Mmm, you do look so hot in a speedo,” she moaned and drew off my boxers. My cheeks burned in embarrassment as my cock popped out at full mast.
She gasped and stared at it, her eyes so wide behind her glasses. She froze in drawing off my underwear for a moment. Her tongue flicked over her lips. They were so plump and kissable. Then she drew down the boxers and slid them over my legs.
