Sh threw her hands up in the air. “I can’t get out of my dress!” she half sobbed and half laughed.
Matt would have laughed too if he hadn’t been so overcome by the sight of her. In her corseted dress which was partially unlaced and off her shoulders, with her hair swinging wildly around her, her lips and cheeks flushed a crimson red, she looked like a medieval painting of a woman who had just been caught with her lover.
“Becky pinned me in and now I’m stuck! I think you’re going to have to help me.” She turned around to offer her rounded backside to him and he almost groaned audibly, his cock twitching.
Her curves enticed him but he held himself back from reaching for her. He didn’t know if he would be able to restrain himself if he let himself feel her warm skin under his hands.
A little more gruffly than he intended he said, “Can’t you get it yourself?”
She laughed lightly. “If I could, don’t you think I would have? Please?” Holly pleaded.
Matt hesitated.
“Please? Matt, I need you.”
The words held much more meaning for him than he knew she intended.
He paused, and then reached for her, overcoming his better instincts.
And then he was gently brushing her long hair aside with his hand, lightly moving it over her shoulder so that he could reach the back of her dress. His hand grazed her neck as he did so, and both of them stilled.
Holly tried to break the tension with a little laugh. “I guess now is as good a time as any to do what Mrs. Bearmon said!” Holly felt her mouth go dry and her breath come faster as his hand lingered on her nape.
She paused, then softly she said, “O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.”
“What are you doing,” Matt murmured, his mouth close to her ear. He was so close to her. Closer than he’d ever been. Closer than he’d ever allowed himself to be before.
She could feel his warm exhale on her skin which sent shivers down her entire body.
“Rehearsing,” she said softly, trying to break the unbearable tension that had arisen between them. “Go on. It’s your turn.”
“Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?” he responded, his voice growing ever deeper with his pent up longing.
His hands moved down her body, searching for the places where she was pinned, but his strong hands lingered a little too long over every curve of her.
She bit her lip, grateful he couldn’t see the flush that came over her. Could he possibly know what he was doing to her?
Her breath caught in her throat as Matt started to pull out the safety pins that held the back side of her dress in place.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!…”
Holly gasped as she felt Matt’s hand touch her bare skin on the curve of her lower back. She hesitated, lost in the electric sensation of his fingers lingering where they should not have been.
Matt stood again, trailing his hand up the curve of her spine, torturing her with his touch. She closed her eyes and felt her knees weaken. He reached around to her waist to steady her and she let herself lean back against him.
She felt his muscular chest enveloping her through his thin t-shirt and she smelled his musky, intoxicating scent. His face was close to hers and she could feel the rough stubble of his jaw as he rested his head against her temple.
“Go on…”
Her voice wavered and she wondered if he could hear the emotion behind her soft cadence. “Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee, Take all myself.”
As she spoke the familiar words of the star-crossed lovers, the thought that flashed through her brain was an impossible one.
Oh— if only he and her father were not such enemies then…
… Then what?
What, Holly, you ninny?
Then Matt will miraculously turn into a well-adjusted and law-abiding person? And even if he did… even if some miracle occurred… well, he’d still be your step-brother, wouldn’t he?
Wouldn’t he…?
And anyway, he certainly didn’t feel anything but annoyance and irritation towards her, right?
Right?
The thought had come to her in a millisecond, and in another millisecond it was gone, shaking her to the core.
Because there, behind her, she could feel the proof of Matt’s desire for her.
She might have only been an innocent virgin, but she knew enough to understand want the hard rigid sensation that was pressing against her backside meant.
She could feel the heat created by their bodies pressing together even through his form-fitting jeans and her heavy brocade dress.
“Take all myself,” Matt repeated as his hand went to her shoulder where her dress was already partially falling off. He pushed aside the fabric until it fell over her shoulder and caught in the crook of her elbow.
“That’s my line…” Holly was lost for words as she lost herself in the sensations his touch created in her body.
Matt bent his head and kissed her exposed shoulder while his other hand tugged at the garment, releasing more pins, which he dropped unceremoniously on the floor.
Holly tossed her head back, pressing herself into him. She gasped, “What— what are you doing?”
“What I’ve been wanting to do for the last year and a half—.” His voice was husky with desire and she could no longer mistake his meaning.
He had seen her, really seen her for who she was, and he had wanted her. He had wanted her, but he knew how out of his league she was and how forbidden his desires were.
To have feelings for his stepsister—?
That made him as much of a low-life as Ernie said he was.
The desire had been unwanted, but beyond his control. The way she moved, her kindness, her beauty, her elegance, the grace of her youth— all of it.
All of her.
He wanted every bit, and every piece, of her.
He knew he was the bastard he was called, unworthy to be holding her, let alone to be kissing her.
But as he looked down and saw Holly's lush, ripe body pressed against him, he saw her long shapely limbs and her soft, smooth skin, he lost the will to care about whether claiming her as his own was right or wrong.
Holly sensed that he was troubled. She turned, reaching up to him just as he turned his face away from her.
She placed her hand lightly along his jawline, inviting him to return to her from wherever his thoughts had taken him. Holly watched him curiously, reaching out and turning his face to hers, daring now to explore him as she had always wanted to.
With a small groan, unable to resist any longer, he gave in to the temptation.
He wrapped his hand around the small of her back and pulled her closer. Feeling bolder, she reached a hand up and ran her fingers through his dark hair.
He wanted to know her body, to discover every inch of her. He prided himself on being in control— his precious self-control, which he felt slipping away from him with every graceful movement she made.
She let her hand run down the nape of his neck and along his jaw line where soft subtle of his beard peppered his face. His lips were beautifully formed with a high arch and soft skin. He bent his head to kiss her lips.
To finally claim her.
To mark her as his.
Holly no longer resisted him. His harsh exterior, she had long ago found, masked an undercurrent of gentleness. His hardness was a shell, one he used to protect himself, and she wanted him to feel how completely she accepted him for who he was.
Matt pushed aside the dress which was hanging precariously by the bent of her elbow, and the heavy brocaded fabric fell in a puddle at feet.
He groaned audibly as he took in the sight of her, her soft rou
nded perfection. The curve of her hips, the gentle slope of her rear end— and oh! Oh, her breasts. Full and firm, tipped with a tight pink bud that called to him.
He lowered his head further, claiming her right breast, suckling the tight little nipple at the tip. He tugged on it gently and she wrapped her hands in his hair, drawing his head closer cradling him with her body.
“Oh! Oh!!” She gasped, the sensations overcoming her.
Matt pulled her into his arms, urging her legs around his waist, and she obliged by wrapping her feet behind his back, his strong arms more than able to hold her.
She felt in that moment like the princess he often called her, claimed and carried away by the prince.
He took her mouth again, drawing deeply on her tongue, caressing her backside as he carried her a short distance to the set of Juliet’s bedroom, which stood partially finished off stage right.
Matt gently laid her down on the bed and looked deeply into her eyes which gazed up at him trustingly, lovingly.
He saw the complete faith in him as he looked deep into her eyes. His conscience twinged.
“This is wrong…” he groaned, trying to regain his self-control as he drank in the sight of her. He started to pull away, to do the right thing, but she stopped him.
She pulled him closer, winding her legs around his waist, pulling his head down to meet her lips.
“You—only you…” she whispered as he rained kisses down her neck. “I want you, Matt. I want this.”
He groaned and gasped as her legs wound around his. She felt his cock through his jeans— hard and insistent against her thigh.
She loved the feel of it, the thick turgid length, but most of all she loved knowing that she was the one who made her stepbrother feel that way.
Matt's other hand was on her breast, caressing the soft flesh, tracing the length of her body, the smooth curve of her hip. His hard firmness, against her supple, yielding one overwhelmed her innocent and unknowing senses.
She pulled frantically at his clothes, tugging at his hem, pulling the shirt over his head as he unzipped his jeans and kicked them off.
He fell on her once more and she accepted the hard weight of him openly. The soft smattering of hair on his chest rubbed against her, creating friction that sent a frisson down her body.
His hand went to the juncture of her thighs and her legs spread wider, opening for him with little resistance. He gently lowered her pink lace panties and moaned as he took in the sight of her spread wantonly before him.
Matt sought access to her most secret place. Her wet slit opened for him, his hands rhythmically tapping against her clit, rubbing it, bringing the little bud between her legs to life.
His cock sought entrance, straining hard against her inner thighs, but Matt wanted to to make sure she found her pleasure first.
It was a surprise to Matt, how much he wanted to hear Holly scream and moan in delight, how much he wanted to hear his name on her lips and know he was the one driving her mad with desire.
It was a point of pride for him to be able to make her experience sensations she had never experienced before.
His head was below her waist and he trailed kisses from her belly button to her mons. She gasped as he took the erect little bud of her clit in his mouth, sucking on it, swirling his tongue around, enticing the hard nub from its hiding place.
Holly's moans were coming furiously, the sounds reverberating through the still auditorium, and in the cool night air. Through half lidded eyes Holly could make out the shapes and shadows highlighted by the dressing room lights.
The soft glow of the bulbs played shadows on Matt's skin. In between her legs Holly could see the rise and fall of her stepbrother’s tight buttocks and his thighs rubbed together. He strained urgently, holding himself back from finding his own pleasure, his cock pressing hard into the mattress. His lips were on her pussy—licking, tasting, delighting her.
The shudder she felt started low in her belly and shook her body rhythmically. She cried out in surprise and pleasure as the waves overcame her and she tossed her head wildly.
Matt thrust two fingers deeply into her pussy, matching the rhythm of his tongue on her clit. Her slit was drenched with juices, slick and inviting to him.
Holly wanted to taste him, she wanted to taste him the way he tasted her. She tried to move but Matt resisted, until she said, “I want to— please? I want to know you— to taste every part of you…“
Groaning at those words, his cock hard and throbbing, Matt let himself be led, and be turned onto his back. Holly was on him then, spreading her thighs to climb over him, raining kisses down his body. His hard flesh, warm and rough under her fingers, the ripple of muscles—raw power barely contained—thrilled her.
She let her tongue linger on his nipples, playing with one, and then the other. His hand was on her head, and he guided her even lower to where his cock was standing proud, and direct, waiting for her.
She grasped him in her hands, surprised by his wide girth, wondering at the weight and feel of him. Hesitantly she moved her hands, a tentative motion that grew stronger and faster as she felt the response of his hips moving in time to her motions.
“Ohhh… God… Holly… Oh, Fuck…!”
She looked up at him from where she lay near his thighs, and he sensed her intent. He groaned louder as she opened her mouth and swallowed his cock, the smooth head going past her plump lips, her tongue swirling, tasting the salty musk of his smooth skin. Her hands were working furiously on the shaft of his cock, and one hand cupped his balls and played with them.
Matt moaned, his hands turning to fists as he grasped Holly’s long hair, drawing her face closer to his cock, his thrusts growing deeper, and more frantic.
His hips were undulating as she worked her tongue on the shaft and the head of his cock. She kept time with his movements, his cock hitting the back of her throat, straining to go ever deeper.
He wanted more.
So much more.
He wanted her.
He wanted to feel the slick lips of her pussy enveloping him, the way her mouth was. He wanted to feel her tight pussy milking him, contracting against him as they both fell into an abyss of pleasure.
It was his turn to roll her over, and he was between her legs before she could react.
She sensed his intentions, drawing her legs into a deep ‘v,’ allowing them to rest on either side of his hips as he aimed his cock for her tight hole.
She stared up at him with complete trust and—
Love.
Yes, she loved him.
She loved him so completely that she thought it might destroy her.
Her hand brushed against his chest as she pulled him closer.
“Holl—,” His voice was thick with desire, “Holly, we don’t have to. We shouldn’t—“
“I have waited my whole life for this,” She whispered achingly.
“Oh, Holl—,” He groaned, burying his face against her shoulder. She cradled his head, feeling his cock near the entrance of her most private place.
“Holly, Oh God, help me. I shouldn’t but I do. I love you. I love you. I love you…”
His words were a cry, and she echoed them back to him, her head town back, her throat bared.
“I love you, Matt. Now. Forever. Always.”
He moved his hips slowly and gently, feeling her entrance, touching the resistance there.
“Yes,” she whispered softly. “Yes, please.”
Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, waiting for him, inviting him in.
He thrust hard, her tender petals parted easily to give him access to her slick pussy.
She gasped as his cock breached her maiden barrier— the pain was slight, and quick.
They moaned together as he entered her, and she relaxed accepting him fully.
"Oh, yes, Oh! Matt!” she gasped.
He groaned, thrusting in deeply, housing himself to the hilt in her tight sheath. He knew he would never be able t
o get enough of her. She fit him perfectly— she fit him as if she had been made just for him.
Accepting the length and breadth of him, his wide cock stretched her to limit each time he thrust forward. His fingers continued to play soft drum beats on her clit. As he thrust, harder and harder, he thrusts spread her legs wider, until she thought she would split in two. The stretching should have been painful, but it wasn't.
She wanted him desperately, more than she had ever thought it was possible to want anything.
Her pussy stretched tightly around his thrusting penis, the slick wetness guiding him, accepting him, as he pleasured her. His hips undulated wildly, his tight, toned ass rising above her outstretched thighs, slamming home, as he withdrew and buried himself to the hilt with each downward thrust.
Home.
He had searched for it, longed for it, wanting a place he could hall home his entire life.
Here.
Now.
He finally found it.
Holly.
Holly was home.
Each thrust drew a gasp of startled delight from Holly’s plump, full lips.
Matt kissed her. He kissed her long and hard, his tongue thrusting at hers in the same way his hips thrust at her pussy.
They were joined together in that ancient mating dance, and she wanted him. She wanted to be completely one with him.
His hands grasped her thighs. He drew closer as though somehow he could bury himself ever more deeply into her tight, warm, wetness. His movements were growing more wild, more frantic, and Holly guessed he was close.
Her own breath was coming in gasps and she was so close to falling over that precipice of pleasure. She sensed he was holding himself back until she did so.
She let herself fall over the edge, feeling the way his cock invaded every part of her senses. She wanted him deeper, and deeper! She felt her legs wrap around his thrusting ass, drawing him closer, holding him in, not letting him leave.
Her hands went to his hand which was at the juncture of her thighs, and she held him there. She held him in just the right spot as he made her come.
She came long, and hard, the waves of her pulsing pussy wrapping around his hard shaft, milking it.
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