SF Chapter 16: R18 and Talent
Daniel and Brenda were on their knees on his bed.
He was massaging one of Brenda's breasts while continuing his crusade of kissing every part of her upper body. He particularly loved her collarbone.
After they kissed again, he slipped off her nightgown, leaving her wearing only her panties.
"Mmhmm," Brenda tried to hold back a few moans as Daniel skillfully bit her nipples, holding her firmly by the waist with one arm while his other hand had already naughtily invaded her panties.
"Danii," she muttered, aroused, as his fingers played with her most intimate spot. She could feel herself getting very wet.
"What?" he smirked, finally inserting one of his fingers and slowly exploring every part of her.
Not wanting to be so passive against the smug bastard, Brenda also started stroking the bulge in his underwear, until she pulled it down and stroked him without any fabric between them.
"Of course it would be like that..." she said, finally opening her eyes and seeing his erection.
"God has his favorites," Daniel grew even more smug.
He pulled her down onto the bed, helped her slip out of her panties, and began kissing her in several places down below.
"Stop being such a jerk, Dani," Brenda finally complained, as he clearly did it on purpose, kissing only close to her core without actually going there, a blatant sign of provocation.
He let out a light chuckle, but complied with her request. He only stopped when she had her first orgasm.
"Wow, Bren, if you're already breathless just from that, it looks like I'm going to have to do all the hard work," Daniel mocked, while opening a condom and slipping it on.
She shot him a glare, only to be t with a deep kiss.
"Eww, you were..." Brenda made a complicated face, rembering where his mouth had been monts ago.
"Thankfully, you took a shower," he joked, already slipping into her.
He didn't bla her, as he also had mixed feelings about kissing a girl who had just finished giving him oral.
She pleaded, "Wait, do it slow please, I'm still sensitive."
He intertwined one of her hands with his and propped his elbow close to her, bringing the two of them closer.
"Don't worry," he adjusted his pace - not so fast that she beca very uncomfortable, but not so slow that she felt too comfortable.
Brenda arched her body every ti the sensitivity peaked, and whispered aroused, "You really are a bastard...," squeezing hard the hand that was intertwined with his.
He increased the pace as her sensitivity was returning to normal. Needless to say, they both had orgasms after so ti.
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After a good amount of night activities, enough to satiate him for the ti being and more than satiate her, they were lying spooning, naked.
"Hey Dani," Brenda said softly, "would it be so bad if I took a nap now?" She fought against her drowsiness, feeling a little guilty that he had done most of the 'job.'
"Nah," he kissed her shoulder, "take a nap. At least you're one who asks first. There were so..." he stopped, not finishing the sentence.
She turned her head toward him. "Damn you, player..." Then she turned back around, grabbed a pillow and hugged it, finally giving up the fight against sleep and drifting off soon after.
Seeing that she had really fallen asleep, Daniel put on his black robe and headed to the living room. When he got there, he saw Charlie sitting out on the deck, also wearing a black robe.
"Hey, Charlie," he was about to say, but seeing his expression, he smiled. "I have to say, I like that face way more than the grumpy one you had these days."
"Wait here, 'bro'," Charlie said as he stood up. "I'll grab a beer for you too."
A short while later, he handed a beer bottle to his younger brother.
"Wow, calling 'bro' - which you almost never do - and bringing a beer. Desiree must be a hurricane," Daniel laughed.
Charlie gave a wide smirk. "I'm only going to say four words: Lotion, Oil, Candle, and Natural."
"No way!" Dani was astonished. "That was natural? You S.O.B."
His brother retorted, "We have the sa mother." Then clicked bottles with him, "So yes - S.O.B. seems right."
"Hey, what's going on?" Alan appeared on the deck wearing pajamas, holding a glass of water from the kitchen.
Daniel suddenly got inspired and started singing while doing a little dance,
♫♪I got a condo in Malibu
Baby girl, what to do?
You and your ass invited
So go on and get to clappin' (clap)
Go pop it for a player, pop-pop it for
Turn around and drop it for a player (drop it)
Drop-drop it for (drop it) ♫♪
Alan scoffed. "I already understand that you two have sex. You don't need to turn it into a monkey dance music."
"I didn't know you could sing," he added, surprised.
Daniel let out a nasal snort. "Our mom and brother know how to sing, my dad does too, and my nieces sing very well - especially Haley," he revealed, rembering the karaoke nights they had in the past.
"How is that an explanation? I don't know how to sing," Alan spreaded his arms.
Daniel ignored his unfortunate brother and lightly nudged Charlie. "Maybe one of these days we could do a song together."
Charlie sipped his beer. "Seems like a plan," he said without much conviction, knowing how lazy they both were.
"And I think it would be better Manhattan and Happen," he gave his opinion.
♫♪I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?) ♫♪
After singing the modified version, Daniel grinned, "sounds better - no wonder you're the pro."
Then he ca up with another verse, rembering what he and Brenda had been drinking and doing earlier.
♫♪Golden hair shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and you all white
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like ♫♪
"Oh great, now you're going to put all your degeneracy into a song," Alan said dryly, then strangely comnted, "you all white... do you want to get married?"
"Alan," Charlie turned to him as if he were an idiot.
"Ohh, ooh, ohh" Alan made a disgusted face.
"Wow, I was thinking in a third sense," Daniel reconsidered. "Maybe diamonds all white would be better, hmm, and I think up another part..."
he song,
♫♪ Wake up with no jammies (nope)
Lobster tail for dinner (uh)
Alan, serve that scampi (Alan) ♫♪
"Ohh, we should order lobster and scampi now," Daniel spoke as if that were the brightest idea he'd had all night.
"Lobster? Scampi? It's two in the morning!" Alan made a face.
"What, don't tell you've never had sex late at night, gotten hungry, and ordered food?" Charlie looked at his brother and laughed. "Of course not - look who I'm asking," he mocked himself (not really).
"It's already being prepared and should arrive soon. I'll check if Brenda wants so too," Daniel announced after calling the restaurant.
"You can manage that at this hour?" Alan asked, surprised.
His brother shrugged. "Bro, pay six hundred bucks and you can get almost any kind of food at this ti. Turn it into two grand, and a stunning hooker will deliver it to you."
Charlie raised his beer. "True story!"
"Six hundred bucks??!" he shouted.
"I already paid. I ordered for five people. If you want so..."
"Oh well... I really like scampi," Alan shalessly agreed.
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Author Note:
Music: "That's What I Like" (Bruno Mars). I'm not sure yet if I'll make him a singer or if he'll end up selling the songs. It will only be used much later in the story (it won't be the focus now).
Daniel is not a reincarnator, so he's simply humming and casually creating parts of the song without realizing what he's making. He has no idea about the potential of what he's composing.
Other people who hear bits of it might think the lody or lyrics sound nice, but without instruntation and without any prior knowledge, basically no one would think they're listening to sothing that could beco a worldwide hit.
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