Little Brats: Ursula: Taboo Forbidden Erotica Read Online Free PDF Page B

night. 
     
    She’d been imagining him fucking her, filling her with his seed.  Making her pregnant. 
     
    Her own stepfather!
     
    It was such an exciting, charged thought, it had made her come.  And thinking about it, still, made her wet.  Something was wrong with her—what was wrong with her? She told herself it was because she and Mitch had shared so much together.  They’d got to dozens of births over the past year.  He was an amazing photographer, and his photos of birth had been featured in several big magazines.  They’d fallen into working together, easily.  She spent more time with Mitch during a week than she did anyone else, and vice versa. 
     
    When a call came in, in the middle of the night, and Ursula crept into her parents’ room to wake him and tell him they had to go, he was always just as excited as she was.  He had the same passions, the same loves, as she did.  There was something about bringing new life into the world that jazzed her—and she had found a partner in crime in Mitch.
     
    He’s married! To your mother ! Just because he’s into birth and wants a baby and you’ve sat together for hours at the side of a laboring women, sneaking glances at each other, sharing secret smiles—that doesn’t mean he wants you. 
     
    Maybe not.  But Mitch had called her name.  She wasn’t mistaken about that. 
     
    A plan bloomed in her fevered mind, a way to get a baby with a man she knew, a man who wanted a child maybe as desperately as she did.  A man she’d fantasized about, dreamed about, worked beside.  A man she’d grown to love. 
     
    They could help each other, if she only knew how to approach him. 
     
    She’d never understood what Mitch saw in Jane, but maybe it had all been a part of a fated, glorious plan, one that would bring her and Mitch together with a common goal. 
     
    A baby.
     
    Was she really going to do this? Ursula shimmied out of her panties.  Letting her fingers wander, she began to arouse herself, rubbing gently, letting her hand stroke, soothe, make love to her own pussy.  She imagined him on top of her, touching her, caressing her, whispering to her that he wanted a baby as badly as she did.  She pictured him coming—filling her. 
     
    Oh God.  Was she really going to do this?
     
    Ursula glanced at her phone again, checking the time.  Her mother would be out of the shower by now.  She would have put on her light-blocking blindfold and taken her Ambien.  Ursula knew, from interrupting Mitch’s sleep on countless nights with a birth, that her mother never woke when she went into their room.  She slept on, oblivious, even when Mitch turned on the light and slammed doors and drawers getting dressed.  It would take a tornado to wake her. 
     
    Ursula had herself wet, swollen, trembling, ready.  She walked down the hallway, wearing just a baby doll nightie.  Pink.  Maybe they’d have a girl?
     
    She crept into her mother’s room.  Jane was asleep, rolled to her side, facing the window, snoring.  Mitch was on his back, sleeping too.  His breathing was deep and even.  And, to Ursula’s delight, she saw his cock tenting the sheet.  He was dreaming.  Hard.  She’d interrupted him like this once before, when she had a birth, although she hadn’t realized he had an erection until he’d turned on the light beside the bed.  She’d only seen it under the sheet that time. 
     
    Ursula’s fingers slid under the covers.  Oh God, he was big.  So big.  Could she even fit that inside her? Then she remembered the fucking Jill had given her that afternoon with the dildo and smiled.  She stroked him slowly, feeling him shift in his sleep.  A little noise escaped his throat.  He moaned.  She stroked a little faster, watching his face in the moonlight. 
     
    “What the…” His eyes flew open and grew wide when he saw her standing over him.  “Is it a birth?”
     
    Before he could protest, she put a hand over his mouth, shaking