“What if our parents come home?” April asked. I could tell she was just going through the motions. She wouldn’t have stopped right now even if they were in the next room.
“They won’t be home for at least an hour.”
My lips went down to her breasts where I sucked greedily at her nipples, and bit down gently with my teeth, claiming her breasts as my property. She whimpered slightly, but held my head to her chest.
This time it’s happening.
She clawed at my t-shirt until I had to move my head from her chest for her to pull it off completely. April looked at my chest with a hungry look in her eyes, much like I had when I stared at her.
I thrust my hand between her legs, reaching up her skirt until I felt the soft cotton of her damp panties. I pressed my palm against her sex, covering every inch of her folds and applying gentle pressure to her clit.
April groaned and locked her mouth against mine for an aggressive embrace. Her fingers gripped my back as she squirmed under my touch. April might be shy at the office, but once I got her naked the animal inside always came out.
When my fingers weaved their way under her panties and into her wet pussy, April pulled away from my lips and fell back onto the bed. I looked down at her perfect breasts, each topped off with erect nipples like the cherry on a cake, as she wriggled around while I finger-fucked her tight sex.
I was about to pull her skirt off and go down between her legs when I felt the familiar convulsions of her muscles clamping around my fingers. She was about to come hard, and I wasn’t about to interrupt her, even if it meant missing out on tasting that gorgeous pussy for the time being.
I shoved my two fingers deep insider her, curling them slightly to rub the sensitive spot on the top of her tunnel, before pulling them almost the entire way out and then thrusting them back inside.
“Come for me,” I moaned.
My command was well received. Her fingers grabbed hold of the bed spread as her back arched into the air. Her muscles spasmed around my fingers as she came, leaving them covered in her essence.
I removed her skirt and peeled off her soaking wet panties so I could get a good look at her naked and glowing on the bed. This was almost better than the actual sex. Almost.
“I like it when you boss me around,” April said as she lay on the bed gasping for breath. “Especially when you order me to come for you.”
Music to my ears. “You want to give you some more orders?”
April leaned up onto her elbows and bit her lip in that sexy, innocent way she could somehow still pull off even when she was lying naked with her cum pooling between her thighs.
“Yes, please,” she replied. “Tell me what to do.”
I stood up and unbuckled my jeans, before letting them drop to the floor. I kicked them off and then did the same with my boxers. April stared directly at my cock as if she wasn’t sure it was real. I’d seen that look before many times, but fortunately there was one sure way to prove to a woman just how real it was.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered.
April barely hesitated. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it in front of my before dropping down to her knees. The pillow was a nice touch—I had to respect a woman who knew how to avoid carpet burn.
“Now what?” she teased. “I’m not sure I know what to do here?”
I grabbed the back of her head, weaving my fingers into her luscious blonde hair, and used my other hand to angle my rock hard cock down towards her tender lips. The pre-cum glistened on the tip, waiting for her to lick it clean.
“Suck,” I said firmly. “And don’t be all ladylike about it either.”
I hadn’t expected her to take my command so seriously. She immediately opened her mouth and clamped her lips around my cock, going down as far as she could manage, before coming back up with a loud slurping noise.
The amount of suction she applied to my cock was fucking insane. Her hand grabbed the base of my shaft to stroke the part she couldn’t reach with her mouth, while she kept sucking hard at the rest of it like it contained the secret to everlasting life.
I could come right now. I could easily explode into her mouth. I placed a second hand on the back of her head, and started pulling her down onto my cock.
She pressed her hands against my thighs for support but she didn’t fight me. When I let go, she came up desperate for air, but then went straight back down onto my shaft, which was now covered in her saliva.
I didn’t want to come yet, but I couldn’t fight the desire to keep fucking her mouth. Every time I looked down and saw her cute little face doing a number on my cock, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Just seconds before I exploded, I pulled her head off my cock and held it a foot from me, fighting her desperate attempts to get her lips back around it.
Shit, if I’d known she was this hungry for cock, I might never have walked out on her nine months ago.
I left her on her knees as I ran back to my bedroom to grab a condom. I arrived back in her room fully sheathed and ready to pound that wet pussy like there was no tomorrow.
April had gone back to the bed and was now on all fours, her perfect little ass wiggling in my direction just waiting for me to come and claim her.
“My sex sense told me your next order would be for me to get on my hands and knees,” April said, looking round at me with a cheeky grin.
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down and walked slowly over to the bed. Her pussy lips were still wet with her essence, as I clambered onto the bed and positioned myself between her open legs.
While I was busy admiring the view, April’s hand reached back and grabbed hold of my shaft, positioning the tip against her entrance.
“Someone’s keen to make up for lost time,” I teased.
“Don’t make me beg again. Just fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. I plunged my cock all the way inside her in one smooth motion. She was already dripping wet from her last orgasm, so I slipped in with ease and was rewarded with a deep groan of pleasure as April sunk her head forward onto the pillow.
I gripped her hips and fucked her hard. We both knew it couldn’t last long, but it didn’t need to, we were both so close to the edge.
April greeted each thrust with a different noise, letting out whatever came naturally in a way that could never be faked.
I tried slowing down at one point to draw out the experience, but April just rocked her ass back into me and ordered me to keep fucking her. I don’t know when it changed from me giving the orders to her, but I couldn’t exactly complain.
The moans turned to a whimper and then a whine, as her body stiffened, each muscle going hard, before she started shaking uncontrollably. I kept fucking her; clearly I was doing something right, so I wasn’t about to stop.
She hadn’t even finished coming when I grabbed hold of her hair, gave her one final thrust, and then emptied myself inside her. I left my cock inside her while she continued spasming from her orgasm, until we both collapsed down on the bed in a sweaty, satisfied pile.
We were both too exhausted to have the whole conversation about feelings, dating, and the future, and we had to get dressed in case our parents came home. We did discuss one important point though—we wouldn’t wait nine months before doing that again.
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Mom knew. I was sure of it. She’d nearly confronted me about it before Pierce’s timely interruption, but if she’d been in any doubt then she would have picked up on it over dinner.
April and I tried to act completely normal, but the tension between us had clearly cooled. Mom picked up on it immediately. Pierce commented on how nice it was to see us getting along, which I took to mean he didn’t have a clue. Mom sat there stoic and silent. Yeah, she knew.
It didn’t help that April had that “I’ve just been fucked by a big cock and had multiple orgasms” look about her either. There wasn’t much she could do to hide it. Her face glowed and everything made her
laugh or smile. I probably always had that effect on women, but I wasn’t usually around to see it.
“Dad said you had some big news to give us tonight?” April asked, as we neared the end of dinner. “Good news I hope?”
“Mom, if you’re pregnant, I swear to God—”
“Oh don’t be silly Foster. I’m not pregnant, although I certainly could be the amount Pierce and I have been—”
“Kathleen, don’t wind them up,” Pierce said, once again speaking up to save me from a pain worse than death.
“Well, I’ve had to listen to enough of his escapades over the years. This is my revenge.”
April looked uncomfortable. She didn’t like talking, or even thinking about, my past history with women. We’d broached the subject briefly in bed together, but she’d quickly changed the subject.
We’d have to have the conversation soon. Two things had become clear this afternoon. One, we were going to do that again. Two, I desperately needed to come inside her tight pussy. Condoms didn’t usually bother me, and I enjoyed seeing my cum splattered all over a woman’s chest and face, so it had never been an issue before. But with April, I just felt a desperate urge to fill her with my seed. That had to happen soon.
“Let’s tell them now,” Pierce said, putting down his knife and fork.
“You sure you don’t want to pour some drinks first?” Mom asked.
“They’ll be fine,” Pierce insisted. “I think they might even be relieved.”
“Okay,” Mom said reluctantly. “As you know, Pierce and I spent some time away together recently. We went hiked a lot and generally had an awesome time.”
“I noticed you hadn’t been at the office much recently,” I said. “You planning on early retirement.”
“No, not exactly. Anyway, we went to a lodge by Lake Tahoe for a while to chill out and while we were there we decided to get married.”
“You’ve already told us you’re getting married,” April said. “How is that news?”
“She means, we decided to get married right there and then,” Pierce said. “So we did. We’re already married.”
The news was greeted with a stunned silence. Kathleen and Pierce both looked at each other and then at me and April waiting for a response.
“Does this mean we don’t have to sit through a wedding?” I asked. “Or are you still going to have a ceremony?”
“Nope, no ceremony,” Mom said. “That’s it. All done.”
“Oh. Well, in that case, that is good news. No offense, but I wasn’t exactly looking forward to sitting through all that. This seems like a good way to get it all over with.”
“We didn’t really see it as something to ‘get over with,’ ” Mom said. “But I’m glad you’re okay with it.”
“What about you, April?” Pierce asked his daughter.
April hadn’t said a word, and when I looked at her, I could see why. She looked like she was about to throw up. Her skin had turned a deathly shade of white; quite the contrast from the previous pink blush she’d had on show since the moment we’d started kissing in her room.
“Excuse me,” April said solemnly, standing up and leaving the table. “I’m done eating. Congratulations.”
Pierce went to stand up, but I stopped him. “Let me go and talk to her. I’m in a similar position to her after all.”
Just when I thought we’d finally got things figured out. Nothing was ever easy with women. Why had I let myself fall for April? That’s what had happened, there was no doubt about it.
I’d fallen for her. Fallen for her hard.
I flew back to D.C. on Sunday night, but Foster’s flight wasn’t until Monday morning. That was for the best; we needed the time apart.
The news of Dad’s marriage had hit me hard. Dad thought it was just the shock at knowing he was now married again, but that had nothing to do with it. Okay, maybe it had a little bit to do with it, but not a lot.
The real problem was Foster, or more specifically, what I’d done with Foster just a few hours before we’d gotten the surprise news about our parents’ marriage.
I’d had weeks to accept the fact that Foster was going to be my new stepbrother, but I’d been so busy thinking of him as my annoying boss, that the longer-term problem had taken a back seat.
I think a part of me always thought Dad and Kathleen would call off the wedding at some point. I didn’t resent them getting married, but it had seemed like a whirlwind romance, and those often fell apart.
Kathleen had been talking about arranging a huge marriage which would take at least a year to prepare. A year was a long time for a relationship. Even if they hadn’t broken up, it would at least have meant Foster and I had time to get ourselves sorted out.
Now we’d fucked. And we were fucked.
Maybe it had been worth it. The sex had certainly been mind-blowing. My memories of our night together nine months ago, had the fog around them that was typical of alcohol-fueled encounters.
This weekend I’d been one-hundred-percent sober, and I had the crystal-clear memories to go with it. I could remember every single second of that afternoon. He’d made me come within a few short minutes using just his fingers, and then I’d devoured him with my mouth. Foster had told me after the sex that he’d had no idea I could suck cock like that. That made two of us.
Foster had then taken me roughly from behind exactly as I’d wanted. He could read my mind; that was the only possible explanation for the way he could hit exactly the right spot every single time. I couldn’t finish myself off half as quickly as he’d managed it. He knew my body better than I did.
The travel and general stress of the weekend had left me exhausted, and the coffee they served in the office was completely inadequate for what I needed right now. Bryan agreed to meet up for coffee—he rarely took much persuasion, especially on Monday mornings—so I snuck out of the office at eleven and bought some much needed caffeine.
“I mean this in the nicest possible way,” Bryan said as we sat down in the uncomfortable metal chairs, “but you look like crap.”
“Thanks. I had a long weekend.” I tried to take a sip of the coffee even though I knew it was far too hot, and then placed it down on the uneven table.
“A long weekend, as in you spent the whole time having fun and partying? Or as in you had to work the entire time?”
“Neither. I went back to New York to hang out with Dad.”
“Oh, well that sounds nice. How was it?”
“It was… eventful.”
“Are you going to keep me guessing all day?” Bryan asked. “Because even us government workers have to show our face in the office occasionally.”
“Sorry,” I replied taking a deep breath. I tried to take a sip of my coffee again, but it was still too hot. I wished the stuff could just be pumped directly into my veins, so that I didn’t have to wait for it to reach a drinkable temperature. “My dad got married this weekend. Actually, he got married about a week ago, but he sprung the news on me as a surprise.”
“Holy shit,” Bryan exclaimed. “Yeah, that counts as an eventful weekend. I didn’t realize they were going to get married so quickly.”
“That makes two of us.”
“At least you won’t struggle for a job after law school,” Bryan pointed out. “Your stepmother is the managing partner of a large law firm. That’s pretty cool. I can see why this is difficult for you though. What with the tension between you and Foster.”
Bryan had been front and center when Foster did his thing and protected me from Zach. There didn’t seem to be much point denying our relationship.
“It’s not just tension between us anymore,” I admitted guiltily. “We kind of went past that.”
I told Bryan what happened nine months ago, and this past weekend. It was a huge relief to get it off my chest, although I felt sick to the stomach when I imagined having to give the same speech to my dad at some point.
“So what’s the situation between you now?” Bryan asked.
“Are you dating?”
“No. I don’t think so. We kind of left things in a bad place. I took the news of the marriage badly. He assured me that it didn’t make a difference, but I insisted on spending some time alone.”
“Probably for the best. I think he’s right though. From the sounds of it, you and he… you know… ‘dated’ before you even knew that your dad and his mom were a thing. It’s no one’s fault. Just bad luck.”
“That’s what he said.”
“I may not have his body, or looks, but at least we are alike in some ways.”
“Thanks Bryan. You always say the right thing.”
“Pleasure. Look, I’d probably better be getting back to the office. Are you going to be okay?”
I nodded. “Yes. I’ll be fine. Honestly.”
I grabbed my coffee, which was now finally cool enough to drink, and headed back to the office. Foster would be in around lunchtime and for once I couldn’t wait to see him. We had to talk, but I felt confident we could work this out.
Just before I entered the office building, my phone rang with an incoming call. I answered it immediately assuming it was Foster, but the voice on the other end of the phone was not one I wanted to hear.
“Hello April,” Zach said, in his cocky, snide tone of voice. “I think it’s about time we talk.”
Nothing worth having was ever easy.
I’d heard people say that many times before, but never thought it applied to me. Most things I wanted in life had come easily to me. If I wanted a woman, ninety-nine times out of a hundred I got them. I blamed the other time on her husband coming home early.
Even becoming a lawyer had been a walk in the park. My college GPA had been good enough to graduate magna cum laude, and I’d just shown up for the LSAT and aced it. Law school had provided little in the way of challenge. I went to most of the classes that started after twelve, did some of the readings, nailed the exams, and took my pick of job offers after law school.
Now I had a challenge, and she went by the name of April.
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