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New Family (DaddyisHere and SHARPii)

"Hmm." She said in response to his million dollar thing, smiling such a dreamy and tired smile, a heavy arm lifting so her hand could run through his hair. She was incoherent at the moment. ba

When she came down from her post-orgasmic bliss, she managed to get back onto her feet though she walked a little weird after the many intense orgasms she was dealt in one day. Not weird like she had something up her ass but slow, like she had clearly just been fucked raw for the entire day basically.

She was in her room, but that little door in her closet was opened, as that was how she got into there. Esha cleaned herself up and pulled on black leggings and a light blue big t-shirt that came passed her knees. Rolling the sleeves up, she gave up trying to make her hair not look like sex hair and just tied it up into a messy bun. She looked exhausted though. And he was all to blame.

"Oh yes. I love Thai. I'd love some Chicken Pad Thai and the Steamed Dumplings." She said it with much energy and vigor too like she had this huge craving for it. Oh, she missed Thai food a lot. She practically ran into his room through the little door in the closet at the very suggestion. Though the moment she was in, her body ached and she groaned, crawling into his bed where they just made love for almost three hours. "Ow, ow, ow, I can't walk." But she laughed.

It was really hilarious.
 
He grinned, chuckling a bit.

"What's the old expression from the West. 'Fucked Bowlegged'? Looks like that's what I did to you. You're welcome, by the way."

"So I was thinking, maybe we just leave a note and go out with the excuse that we want to give them some alone time. Your mom wasn't expecting you to fix dinner, was she?"
 
Esha looked up at him and she glared playfully and then made a biting motion towards him. "Bite me." She grumbled, stretching out onto his bed and letting out a small mewl. It felt so good to stretch.

"Sure thing. That or you just feel like treating your little sister." She batted her eyelashes at him before sitting up on her knees. "Nope. I was going to surprise them. But there's still plenty of leftovers."
 
"Sounds good, I'd love to treat you," he said, kissing her.

"Oh and in terms of biting you," he growled into her ear, "just tell me where to do it."

They were soon in his car... and he liked it again. She was supposed to be there, she was already part of his life.

"I know a great place," he said. "Bangkok Palace. The owners know me by name and it is a nice, friendly restaurant."
 
She felt shivers run up her spine from when he growled into her ear. That did wonders to her but she didn't want to think about that right now.

Once they were in the car, she sat back with him and smiled gently. "Oh I think I've had that place. I'm not, it's been a while. I just know that I got some really good Chicken Pad Thai one time." The only time she's ever eaten Thai food.
 
They pulled up to the restaurant and got out of the car.

"So... I just need to warn you, Mrs. Hong is very... forthright. She doesn't really have a filter, but it is usually funny."

They walked in and were met by a round, cheerful Thai woman.

"Oh, hello Adam," she said. "You haven't come for two weeks, too long. Now you have a new girlfriend. Let's see her."

She took Esha by the shoulders and looked her over.

"Oh, she's pretty," she said. "And look at you, Adam... you like her... no, you love her. And you two, you've been making crazy love, I can see it in her face. Mmm, Adam's been taking care of you. But come, come, we have a good table in the back."

She led them back to a quiet spot.
 
Esha raised an eyebrow at him when he said that about the lady, about Mrs. Hong. "W-What?" She croaked as they got out. Walking in, she saw what he meant. It was like this woman was a vulture and Esha was the prey. Dreading, dreading, dreading.

She looked at her with this wide eyed look almost in her stunned stupor of how forthcoming this woman was. Her eyes went even wider when she guessed it all and she looked down bashfully and shyly, blushing, her hands knotting together awkwardly.

When she finally took them to a table, she looked back at Adam with wide eyes and an expression on her face that said 'This woman? Really?' before looking forward and taking a seat at the table. She couldn't look at Mrs. Hong. She just gave her a 'thanks' and then buried her face in the menu to hide her embarrassment. Was it really that obvious?
 
Adam couldn't help laughing.

"Brown girl or not, your blush is lighting up the room, you are so red. Like I said, Mrs. Hong doesn't pull any punches. But Mr. Hong, he's the opposite."

A very kind-faced man came up to them.

"Hello Adam," he said. "We've missed you. Now, you look like a chicken pad thai girl, and I make you two a special soup, too. Basil Fried Rice with beef for Adam. Thai iced coffee for the both of you. Very good."

The man left...

"He loves doing that," said Adam. "If he knows you, he picks out what you'll want. He's usually right on."
 
She looked up at him above her menu and her eyes widened again. Could she be anymore mortified? Curse the day she was born! She was too shy for her own good and Adam wasn't helping, especially in matters like these.

A very kind man came up to them and she could only assume that this was Mr. Hong. Yes, well he wasn't abrasive like Mrs. Hong but it was still freaky at how he guessed what she wanted. Yes, chicken pad Thai. Her stomach growled a little bit. She hadn't eaten all day and given what she did all day with Adam, she could eat an entire horse. Suffice to say there wouldn't be any leftovers, on her part.

Watching him go, she looked back at Adam and blinked her eyes, her face still red, despite--as he said--she was a brown girl. She was a fair brown girl, with lighter brown skin than a lot of people.

"That's creepy-creepy but also kind of really cool." She murmured, resting her hands in her lap and letting one leg cross over the other, her foot not in her flip flop anymore and ran along his leg nonchalantly but slowly and sensually.
 
He grinned at her and returned the caresses. It was so easy, it felt like they'd been together for years.

"I'm glad my Dad doesn't come here that often, or the cat would be out of the bag as soon as he talked to Mrs. Hong."

"So... how are you feeling, physically? Sore? Tired? By the way, this afternoon, that has to be the best sex I've ever had. Ever."
 
Even though he returned it, she kept on at it, moving her foot along his and then nestling her foot in his lap, in between his legs.

"Good thing too otherwise that'd totally ruin the element of surprise and their honeymoon radiance that we're going for." She teased, scrunching her nose at him. Isn't that what they'd be doing? By telling their parents after they came back from their honeymoon? Oh yes, they were such wonderful kids.

Before she could answer, she found herself blushing again and she looked down. "Just exhausted. You ride me hard." She whispered, looking up at him before looking down again.
 
"I hope so," he said.

Her foot was now rubbing his firmness. He was surprised when she kept it there when the soup was delivered, brazenly.

The soup was a Tom Kha with chicken. Coconut milk based and just enough spice for you to feel it, but not make you 'hurt' too much.

"Ummm... I've been kind of thinking we should have talked about this earlier," said Adam. "But you're on the pill, right?"
 
Even as their soup was brought out to them, she didn't remove her foot. No, she kept it there and rubbed discreetly and slowly. This was fun for her because it didn't look like she was doing this. Her facial expression remained completely nonchalant.

Looking down at it, she inhaled the delicious aroma and exhaled softly, nodding appreciatively. It looked so good, smelled so good and her stomach growled again. It knew she was near food and was screaming for her to just eat already! So she did.

Taking her spoon, she was just about to take a taste when his question halted her movements and she held the spoon to her mouth in the air over the bowl and looked at him, stunned. Her eyes blinked a couple of times and she swallowed thickly as she lowered her spoon back into the bowl and bit her lower lip. "Um..." And she took her foot back, letting it stay crossed over her leg but not touching him and she did some math real quick. What she found was she had forgotten to refill her prescription and it had been a good two weeks now since she hadn't been on the pill. It was a frequent thing she did, forgetting to go to the pharmacy to refill it but when she did, she waited until an entire usual cycle to start the pill again.

That's when her face fell and she bit her lower lip. "I usually am." Looking down, she took her spoon and tasted the soup. It was delicious but her appetite seemed to waver.
 
"Umm... usually?" said Adam. "That's sort of like 'almost'. Almost is good in horseshoes and hand grenades... but not so god in birth control, Esha."

His head was spinning with how much cum he'd filled her with in the past two days. Not that people would always get pregnant, but if there was a chance... they'd certainly covered the bases.

"Umm.. where are you in your cycle, baby?" he whispered.
 
"I also have a tendency to forget to go and refill my prescription." She whispered almost, unable to look at him as she said it, swirling her spoon slowly in her soup, not eating. "Which...I might have...done." Admitting she didn't refill her prescription and she was waiting two more weeks. She was almost done with week two.

"Um, I'm almost done with week two. I have one more week until I should get my period." One month off the pill and she'd still get her period but usually after that, she tended not to. Although it was getting better. Sort of. Still, she stressed 'should' like she was almost unsure if she would get it now. Well that's one way to turn off a girl's libido.
 
"Okay..." he said, calmly, not showing how nervous he was inside. It wasn't that he wouldn't... you know, but he didn't feel like this was the time for either of them to be talking babies.

"Well, we haven't tried sex with condoms yet, we'll get some on the way home. Two weeks... what do you think, should three dozen be enough to start with, given the way we are going?"
 
He was the only one that was nervous because if it did happen and was possible, that's not something she'd want to explain to her mom, just as she was sure that's not something he'd want to explain to his dad or her mom.

However in light of it all, he managed to lift her mood and she nodded slowly but looked stunned. "Three dozen?" She asked. Is that how many times they were doing it? "I-I guess?" She blushed again a ran hand over her head. "Should we be doing it this much?" She whispered.
 
"This much?" he said, conspiratorially. "God no, and I'm so sorry. We need to be doing it far more."

He grinned with a wink.

"I think the one thing we need to add is quickies. Me, cornering you in the garage before school, fucking you senseless for thirty seconds then cumming down your throat... you know. We just need more of that sort of thing.
 
How did he expect her to eat now that they were talking about this? She just twirled her spoon in her soup, taking a tentative sip here and there but she was having a problem eat.

She looked at him in shock and her eyes widened. "You're kidding, right?" She asked in slight horror.
"We need to do it more? Any more and I'll break." She gaped.

Her eyes blinked a couple of times. "Thirty seconds? So..." She bit her lower lip. "Okay. I can do that."
 
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"I know a secret, Esha," he said. "I first learned it down in the family room. The secret is: you're a wild thing. You've got more passion in you than ten regular girls. Once you get going, you'll be wearing me out in no time."

He sat back and sipped his soup.

'Now eat, or Mr. Hong will be offended."
 
She looked up at him when he whispered and she wished she still had a menu to hide her face behind. Yes, well in private she could be but if he was expecting something more than an under the table inappropriate footsie, he had another thing coming. She wasn't there yet. Not yet.

Esha snorted and shook her head. "Me? Wear you out? You're hilarious Adam." Because it was the other way around and most likely stay that way.

Though not saying anymore, she lifted her spoon and took another sip of the soup. It was so good and as she pushed the thoughts of their current conversation out of her mind, namely the birth control mishap, she ate and it felt so good to eat once again. Her appetite returned.
 
The rest of the meal was just... lovely. They talked, they laughed, they held hands... played footsie. The wanted each other, there was no doubt about that - but this was good, too.

"You know," said Adam quite suddenly as they were leaving. "You are an amazing girlfriend, I can tell that already. Girlfriend.. Hmm... I like saying that about you. You're my girlfriend. 'This is Esha, my girlfriend'. Yes, I like the sound of that."
 
And after she got through the soup, when her chicken pad thai came out, it was like the conversation was well enough forgotten and she was able to enjoy with him, eat with him, return to an inappropriate footsie with him and just have fun. It felt like she went on a date with her--uh...Adam?

As they were leaving and she was so full but could still taste the deliciousness of the pad thai in her mouth, Esha crossed her arms over her chest and stopped where she was walking, frozen in her tracks and looked at him. "Girlfriend?" She whispered in shock but soon she couldn't stop smiling. "Girlfriend." She said at more ease and sighed contently. "Boyfriend?" She pointed to him, like it was such a foreign word to her and she blushed, not able to stop smiling even if it was embarrassing. "Okay. I can be down with this. Boyfriend. Adam, you're my boyfriend." She giggled again and shook her head.
 
Adam suspected it might embarrass her, but he felt it was something to do together.

On the way home, he pulled into a Walgreens and stopped the car.

"Well, girlfriend. Let's go condom shopping. Maybe they'll have some other fun things to buy in that section. That Trojan Twister looks fun, for example."

He got out of the car and walked around to open her door.

"Milady?" he said, extending his hand.
 
Trojan Twister? She repeated in her head with much fascination as he pulled into Walgreens. Yeah, well he could go condom shopping. She was going for the candy. That's what Walgreens meant to her. It didn't mean pharmacy. It meant candy. And she wanted some Mike and Ike's.

"Good sir." She took his hand and got out of the car, smiling softly. Trojan Twister. She repeated again and then she started thinking maybe it was some kind of like strip Twister game made my Trojan?
"What's Trojan Twister?"
 
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