by Connie Cliff
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TRISTAN’S SECRET LIFE
(Book 1: Katelyn)
A short story by Connie Cliff
The dense smell of cut grass hung in the air. Tristan walked silently along the edge of the lawn, always keeping her in sight: the brightly lit silhouette in the kitchen window. She was doing dishes. So beautiful in her short silky robe, oblivious to his presence just a hundred feet away.
He walked along the edge of her yard, already familiar with the location of the back porch door, which faced the pool. There were garden tools strewn about the ground, but he knew exactly where they were, and his careful steps avoided them as he tiptoed to the rear wall of the house. He looked at his muted phone: 11:14 pm.
Soon.
Exactly a minute later, the dull silence was interrupted by the hissing noise of spraying water, launched in unison from all of the neighboring lawn sprinklers. The Sterling Oaks gated community required its residents to irrigate their lawns on a daily basis, at precisely the same time.
Tristan knew this, of course, and he was glad he was so meticulous in his preparation. The spot along the back of her house was best suited for peeking into her hallway window while staying away from the sprinklers.
He checked in the window, and once the sprinkler nearest him rotated away, he sprinted towards the porch door. It was locked as expected. He pulled out his lock-pick, inserted it gently, and smiled with satisfaction as the door handle turned.
The sounds of sprinklers drowned out all the noises.
He entered and listened. Taylor Swift was belting out another broken heart ballad on the tiny speaker she’d set on the kitchen counter. The water was pouring in the kitchen sink, the dishes clanging. He walked slowly down the hallway to the kitchen and stopped at the door. There were only five feet separating them.
Tristan quietly stepped forward.
✦✦✦
When Tristan was seven years old, his parents explained to him that he was adopted. He was smart enough to understand what it meant: his parents were not really his parents, and his spoiled little sister Posey was not really his sister. Tristan still remembered how sick to the stomach he felt when he found out that he didn’t know who his real parents were. He ran to his room and didn’t want to see anyone for three days, only allowing their nanny to bring his food.
Eventually he accepted the truth, but his attitude towards Posey remained the same. He’d always hated her for being their parents’ favorite. And once he knew the true reason, his feelings only intensified.
His parents, to their credit, tried everything to win him over after their disclosure, but he didn’t make it easy for them. They bought him lavish gifts, threw exorbitant birthday parties, and took him all over the world. Nothing helped.
He was a difficult child, later becoming a difficult teenager. Before he graduated from high school, he was arrested several times for breaking and entering, robbery, and aggravated assault. Thanks to his parents’ wealth and connections, his record remained clean, and he spent only a few hours in jail for all of the crimes he’d committed.
Once he left home to go to college, however, he changed. He’d always known he was highly intelligent. In fact, his aptitude tests had indicated that his IQ was 159, and his college admission tests had gotten him into all of the top universities he had wanted to attend.
He chose Stanford, decided on pre-med as his major, and strolled through college without much of a hurdle, graduating cum laude. He then changed his mind about med school and instead bought a pharmaceutical company with his trust fund money. He was a billionaire by the age of twenty-four.
Now, two years later, he was one of the richest men in North America, with several companies under his belt. They included his first pharmaceutical company and all of his father’s many ventures, which he inherited when his dad passed away. Unexpectedly, a few years ago.
But he no longer actively ran his companies, delegating the responsibilities instead to his CEOs. He devoted all of his free time to his unique and secret recreational activity.
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He hadn’t seen Posey in several years. In fact, he rarely saw her since he’d left home. He went back for the first time when he was a sophomore in college, for her eighteenth birthday party. He still remembered everything, as if it happened yesterday…
Somehow, with her hair highlighted and her face full of make-up, she looked different, not at all like the spoiled brat of a sister he’d grown to hate.
He remembered she was surprisingly excited when he arrived home. It didn’t seem to make sense: she’d hated him too while they were growing up.
But now she was acting all wrong.
She even tried to walk in on him when he was in the shower. Covering himself with a towel, he took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
“Posey, what the hell are you up to?” He was annoyed more than anything.
“Don’t you think I’m cute, Tris?” Some of her mascara was smeared, and she looked so vulnerable.
“Sure. What’s wrong with you?”
“We both know I am not your real sister,” Posey whined. “Why don’t you ever look at me like you would at a real woman? Why don’t you want me?”
Tristan didn’t know how to respond to that. It was true — he never considered Posey to be anything other than his over-pampered little sister. Now he suddenly noticed the strapless dress, her full breasts pushing out, her small waist, her skinny long legs. She smelled vaguely of flowers, musk, and pepper. She was looking at him with her lips parted and her eyes begging.
“Stop it, okay? I don’t know what you’re doing, but stop it. Go hang with your friends. I’ll be out soon.”
Instead of leaving, she slipped her finger along the edge of the towel wrapped around his waist. “I’ve been saving myself for you, Tris. I wanted it to be special. I wanted someone who would love me and be gentle with me.” She looked at him with her light blue eyes, lashes batting. “Please?”
“God, Posey, you’re nuts. No! No way. Just go!” He pushed her out the door, shaking in confusion.
He listened to her sniveling outside the bathroom door for a few minutes. Once it was quiet, he peeked out and walked over to the large family room where all the guests gathered to celebrate Posey’s birthday.
She avoided him all night — not that he minded. He was hoping not to be left alone with her again.
Later that night, she caught his eye as she was leaving the room, pulled away by some tall guy that he remembered graduating from high school the same year he did. She looked at Tristan and waved, wicked smile on her lips.
Sensing something awry, he ran outside and spent the next ten minutes looking for her. He finally heard some noises from the unlit gazebo just a few feet away from him. He crouched and inched towards the sounds, hiding in the shrubbery.
“Are you ready for me, babe?” A husky male voice, belonging to the guy he recognized earlier, inquired.
“Yes, please. Now.” That was Posey.
She was seated naked on the guy’s lap. Her perfectly round well-formed breasts and small nipples were outlined in the low glow of the moonlight. As Tristan stared at her, he realized that he was growing hard. His hand moved towards his bulge, and he mindlessly re-adjusted it.
“God, you’re so fucking hot, Posey!” The jock’s clumsy hands squeezed her perky breasts. “Ok, c’mon, slide over my cock
. Just like that. C’mon. Aah! God! You’re so tight!”
Posey slowly lowered herself onto the guy’s member and moaned.
He took her by the waist and begun raising and lowering her on his cock, grunting in pleasure.
“Oh, wait, pull out, hold on.” Posey moved back on his lap. “Hold on a sec. It’s just so big!”
“Yeah, sure, babe, take your time. I’m ready for you. Wanna touch my cock while you’re resting?”
She took his dick in her hand. “Wow, I can’ t believe this whole thing fit inside me!” She was pumping his cock, transfixed. “I guess I’m not a virgin anymore, right?”
“I guess so, yeah. C’mon, Posey. Let’s get back to it.” He nudged her to climb on top of him again. “Yeah, just like that. Doesn’t it feel good? Oh, God, this is fucking incredible!”
They continued fucking in the moonlight, moaning and wailing. Tristan suddenly realized that he was stroking his cock, his hand stuck inside his pants. He tried not to think about it too much now. Pulling his member out he pumped himself as the couple in front of him continued to fuck, now in full swing.
The guy didn’t last long, and soon his groans intensified and he shuddered. “Oh, fuck, Posey, I’m coming. Aah! God, yes!”
Posey slid off his lap and sat next to him. It was obvious she didn’t come, but it didn’t seem to matter to her. She sat there, sad smile on her face, completely naked.
Tristan couldn’t take his eyes off the gentle curve of her body. His orgasm was unexpected and intense as he squirted his seed into his hand, trying to suppress his moans. He quickly walked away once he was done.
He wasn’t sure what to think of this surprising turn of events. Was he attracted to Posey? How was it possible? He’d hated her all of his life. Plus, she was his adopted sister.
For a while, he refused to think about her or about that night. Yet, the next time he was browsing his favorite porn site, he found himself looking for girls that looked like Posey, with her highlighted shoulder length hair, blue eyes, and perfectly round full breasts. He realized he could only come if he found a Posey look-alike.
That’s when he knew he was in trouble.
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The next time he saw Posey was when they both came home at their mother’s urging. Their father was in the hospital; he’d been in a car accident. As they sat outside the intensive care unit, their mother pleading with the doctors about something they couldn’t control, he tried not to look at Posey seated across from him.
She looked gorgeous; there was no way around it. Tight white t-shirt, stretched over her well-formed breasts, jeans, and low-top sneakers. There was just nothing sexier than that in Tristan’s mind.
He felt guilty at his thoughts about Posey, especially with his father just a few feet away, in a coma.
She stared at him, defiant, before quickly looking away. “I know you were there, Tris. That night. When I lost my virginity to Brad.”
“Who’s Brad?” He asked stupidly. He was mortified that she’d known his secret all along.
“I wish it were you instead of him,” she said quietly.
A few hours later their father passed away. Posey took the news surprisingly well, while their mother wailed in her bedroom for a few hours.
Tristan wasn’t sure how to feel about it. On one hand, he hated the guy for not being his real father. On the other hand, his dad gave him everything he had, raised him like his own child, and always forgave him for his atrocious behavior as a teenager.
He went to his room that night and cried, for the first time in his adult life.
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After that, he didn’t see Posey for a few months. They were forced together again when their mother announced she was engaged. She’d thrown a party at her new home, and Tristan and Posey found themselves seated next to each other. The celebration seemed dull, and the prematurity of their mother’s engagement weighed heavily on his mind. Posey seemed as disinterested in the party as he was.
“Wanna sneak out? There is an enormous pool in the back I saw earlier.” Her mischievous eyes sparked.
“Okay.”
As he rose from the table, Tristan knew that the night was not going to end the same way it began. Posey’s revelation that she’d caught him spying on her a few months ago was weighing heavily on his mind. Something was going to happen, he could feel it.
They snuck out to the back of the house, where the night lights illuminated the giant infinity pool. She ran over to the very end of the pool, farthest away from the house, and flopped onto one of the lounge chairs.
“Come here, Tris, let’s go skinny dipping.”
“No, wait, what are you…” before he could finish, she slipped out of her dress, bra, and panties and plunged into the pool. Her perfect breasts flashed before him again, but it was her shaven pussy that stirred his groin, and he had to sit down for a second.
“What are you, a chicken? C’mon, Tris, jump in!” She was so beautiful, swimming there, completely nude.
Tristan got up, pulled off his t-shirt and jeans (he never bothered with underwear), and leaped.
That night they violated the ultimate taboo. Somehow, he no longer could see her as his sister, and he was sure she’d stopped seeing him as her brother a long time ago.
As they shared their first kiss in that pool, he knew he’d been in love with her for a long time now, ever since that night of her eighteenth birthday. How was he not aware of it until now? How could have he avoided her for so long?
He couldn’t get enough of Posey. He brought her to the pool’s edge, still kissing her. With her back to the wall, he held her in his arms.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes, please. I want you, Tris. Now.”
He entered her in the water. They used no protection, which was a first for him. Somehow, he was afraid that if he broke the moment with something as mundane as a condom, the chance would slip away, and they wouldn’t be able to go back to their ultimate fantasy.
She moaned, whispering his name. He almost came inside her after a few minutes of fucking her in the pool. He had to stop himself, pulling out. They climbed out of the pool, and she stretched her body on the lounge chair, her belly facing down.
“I want you from behind.” Her angelic face was smiling at him, her eyes begging.
He pushed himself into her tight pussy, holding himself up on his outstretched arms. Moaning, he fucked her gently, while she tried to contain her cries.
“Oh, Tris, you feel so good inside me. I’ve wanted you for so long! Fuck me, harder, please.”
He couldn’t wait to be asked. Planting his feet on the ground, he raised her butt off the lounge chair and pounded her from behind, harder and harder. Her perfect smooth ass was up in the air, his cock disappearing between its folds into her taut pussy.
“I love this position, Tris. Please, harder, harder. Right there, oh yes, right there! Oh, you’re gonna make me come!”
A few moments later, he felt Posey stiffen up, and as her sex contracted, she cried out in ecstasy.
“Oh, god, Tris, I’m coming. Oh my god, this feels…amazing!” she could barely speak, her voice giving out.
Feeling her pussy spasm over his member, he couldn’t hold on any longer. He pulled out and started pumping his cock. She turned around before he started spraying his jizz and sat underneath him, squeezing her breasts together and positioning them under his cock. He came shuddering, his cum jetting all over her perfect mounds. She spread it around, licking her fingers.
“This was so good, Tris. I wanna do it again.”
✦✦✦
“Again” never happened. Posey was enrolled at NYU, so she flew back the next day. Tristan drove to Stanford. Several weeks later, he got a text from her:
Hey Tris. Please don’t hate me but I think I’m in love. It’s not what you think. She’s a girl in my class. We tried it on a dare, and I just couldn’t get enough of her, and she felt the same. We’re dating now, and I reall
y don’t see myself being with men ever again. What you and I had was magical, but wrong, and we both know that. Hope you forgive me and continue to love me, as your sister.
Tristan couldn’t believe his eyes. How could this happen? Just when he decided to face the reality and admit that he loved Posey, she betrayed him. He refused to accept it.
He caught the next flight to New York. He had to see her.
The cab dropped him off in front of the brownstone that his parents owned in Manhattan’s West Village. He almost went to the front door, but then something stopped him. He walked around the house and quietly opened the gate to their backyard. From there, he found the main bedroom window, ajar.
He peeked inside.
Posey was sprawled naked on the bed, writhing in pleasure. There was a woman between her legs, also naked. She had dark hair and a petite build. Her small breasts were gliding along the sheets as she devoured Posey’s pussy, sticking her butt up in the air.
“Oh, Nina, more! Yes, right there! Yes…” Posey was in another world. She was obviously loving whatever this Nina was doing to her.
Nina looked up and smiled at Posey. “Yeah? You like that?”
“Oh, yes. Please, just like that! Yeah.”
Nina’s fingers were inside Posey’s sex, sliding slowly in and out. She buried her face in Posey’s pussy again, covering her outer lips and sucking on her clit.
Tristan’s cock was rock solid. His eyes feasted on Posey’s naked body as she squeezed her large breasts with her hand and pinched her nipples. Her other hand went to Nina’s head, pulling it closer to her sex, tugging the back of her hair up and down against her pubis.