I was raised by my dad, James Barnes, others know him as Bucky the wintersoldier. When I was twelve he started dating a work colleague, the famous black widow.
We got along pretty quickly and someday she moved in with my dad and me.
When I turned...
The next morning I wake up, feeling Natasha's arms wrapped around my body. I rub my eyes and open them slowly. My dad stands in front of the bed, looking at us.
"Good morning you two." He greets us. "Baby why are you in Y/N's bed?" He asks and you can see the confusion in his face. "Uhm... she... she had a nightmare." Natasha lies and dad nods.
"Alright, thank you for being there for her, like you always do." He thanks her, laying into the bed next to me so I'm in the middle of both.
"Dad!" I say annoyed when he pulls me towards him and cuddles me. "What? Cuddles from Natasha are okay but not from your dad, huh?" He asks and tighten his grip. Natasha giggles behind me and I gasp for some air.
"Nat help!" I yell but she doesn't help me, she just wraps her arms around my body too and now I feel like the cheese into a sandwich.
After the cuddles we all get up and leave the room for some breakfast. We take a seat at an empty table and order some breakfast. We sit at the round table and Natasha sits near me.
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When the waiter brings our breaktfast we start eating and I almost choke at the bread when I feel Natasha's hand on my thigh. I look at her and she just has an innocent look on her face but she exactly knows which effect she has on me.
She gives me a warm smile and strokes my thigh with her thumb. We continue eating and I feel how my brain gets fuzzy with her touch. My pussy starts dripping into my thong and I almost let out a moan, but I swallow it and take a sip of my orange juice.
After two long minutes I can't take it anymore. "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom." I excuse myself and walk into the bathroom. I control that every stall is empty and go into one, locking the door behind me and pulling my pants and thong down.
I sit onto the toilet, spreading my legs and push a finger inside of my already soaked pussy. I push the finger fast in and out, hearing my wetness.
I close my eyes, imagine my finger is Natasha's and I push one more finger inside of me. I speed up my pace, thinking at Natasha's naked boobs amd at our hot kiss in the whirpool. How I felt her hard nipples against mine, her tongue into my mouth.
"Fuck... Natasha..." I moan, cumming hard all over my fingers. I ride out my high, pulling my fingers out of me and getting up. I pull up my thong and pants, opening the stall and walking out of it.
I flinch when I see Natasha standing there with a big smirk onto her face. "S-since when do you standing here?" I ask embarrassed, feeling how my cheeks redden. "Long enough for hearing you moaning my name." She answers.
"Which fingers did you used?" She asks and I lif my right hand, showing her the two soaked fingers. Natasha comes closer, slowly taking my soaked fingers into her mouth and licks them clean.
I feel how her tongue swirls around my fingers and feeling turned on again. God this woman is killing me. I'm literally 24/7 horny because of her. I mean did you looked at her?
