by Sybil Ling
She takes in a breath and lets it out.
“Why did we really … stop talking to each other?” Diana asks, and she sees a change shimmer over Zach’s expression, only for a moment, before it’s back to how it was before.
Zach swallows. “What do you mean?” he asks.
“I mean, after … that night,” she says, feeling the words fall out of her mouth, these words that she’d been keeping inside of her for the past four years. “We just drifted apart. I remember the next morning, even, it was like there was something between us. And then you moved away, and then I went to New York, and we just sort of … stopped talking.”
Zach’s expression seems to be fighting with itself but his eyes stay on Diana, keeping her locked within his gaze. Finally a smile appears on his lips and Zach steps towards her, closing the gap between them, walking forward until he stops a mere foot from her. Diana can smell him, her stepbrother, and it’s all she can do to keep standing.
“I’m sorry that happened,” Zach says, his voice lower now, speaking just above a whisper so that, even though they’re alone, it’s meant only for her. “I was scared, Diana. I didn’t know what to do, so I ran away. I wanted to escape, and I wanted to express myself. With my art.”
He finally takes his eyes from hers, only to look around the studio and land them back on her again.
“I needed to find a way to show the world how I felt. How what happened between us had changed me.”
Diana can feel Zach moving slowly towards her, but she doesn’t move back. His eyes, his lips, his face are all she can see, and her heart is beating like mad. She can feel her fingertips tingling but it doesn’t matter because she’s here right now and she’s with Zach and the only thing that’s stopping her from leaning up and kissing him is-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Diana pulls herself back just as Zach does the same, taking a step backwards and turning towards the front door to the studio.
“Eugene,” she hears Zach mutter as he walks swiftly to the door and opens it, the servant holding a large, flat, white box and a six-pack of Dos Equis.
“Sir,” Eugene says, and Zach takes the pizza and beer from Eugene.
“Thank you, Eugene,” Zach says.
“Of course, sir. And I’ve made the arrangements: the appointment for tomorrow is set up.”
Diana sees Zach stiffen for a second before saying, “Yes Eugene, thank you. That will be all,” before closing the door with his foot.
Though Diana is shaking like a leaf, she wants to open her mouth to ask what appointment Eugene is talking about. But before she can, Zach spins and faces her, an oddly bright expression on his face.
“Hungry?” Zach asks, and without waiting for an answer he takes the food and drink over to the glass-topped table. Diana follows him and sits down next to Zach, the TV already showing the menu screen for the movie. Zach picks up the remote control and hits Play as Diana watches the screen. As the movie starts he opens up the pizza box, revealing the steaming-hot meal, and grabs a piece.
The two stepsiblings watch the movie in silence, a foot of space between them on the couch, the only sounds not coming from the TV being that of them chewing or taking sips of beer. Glenn Close and Michael Douglas play their coy game of cat-and-mouse which soon spins out into full-blown insanity as Diana and Zach finish their meals, now lounging back into the leather cushions, each holding a bottle of beer in one hand, the other hand draped lazily on the couch.
Diana is only half-focusing on the movie. In the other half of her mind she’s acutely aware of Zach, of her proximity to him, of how he seems so relaxed and nonplussed by what just happened — what almost happened — between them. She can’t stop thinking about what would have happened had Eugene not knocked on the door at that moment, if they would still be sitting and drinking beer and watching this movie like they were friends, like they hardly even knew each other, and like they hadn’t … already …
Diana turns her head just enough to look at Zach and watch his face, staring intently at the screen. She can hear Glenn Close screaming but she’s not paying attention to what’s happening in the movie anymore. Zach lifts the bottle of beer to his lips and takes a sip, and as he does his eyes shift over in Diana’s direction, the two of them locking gazes. He slowly lowers the bottle and swallows his mouthful of beer, turning his head enough to be able to look at her more comfortably, Diana doing the same. She can see the minuscule reflections of the flat-screen in his eyes.
They look at each other like that for a long time, Zach and Diana, and though neither of them say anything Diana can feel a thousand thoughts flying through her brain, myriad emotions, worries, concerns, and feelings all bombarding her at once. She just wishes that Zach would do something, would let her know with his actions or words what he intended for them to do tonight. But he’s just sitting there, frozen, staring at her the exact same way that she’s staring at him.
And then he moves. Diana’s heart leaps in her chest as her stepbrother leans just a little bit closer to her, and she can once again smell him, can smell that manly scent that she remembers so clearly from that night, this time mingled in with the subtler scents of pizza and beer. But it’s there, and he’s there, Diana’s eyes almost close as she inhales, her memories taking her back to a place where she was young and drunk and oh, so vulnerable.
“Diana,” Zach says, his voice deep, husky once again. Diana swallows, feeling herself lean towards her stepbrother as well.
“Zach?” she answers, her heart hammering in her chest.
Zach continues to lean forwards and Diana moves towards him too, the two of them going infinitesimally slowly but, in Diana’s mind, closing the distance between them so quickly.
“What are we doing, Diana?” Zach asks, and Diana feels her heart drop for a second. She swallows, unsure of what to say, unsure of what she wants, but knowing that whatever she says next will either give her that thing or take it away forever.
She licks her lips, feeling them suddenly dry, and opens her mouth to respond.
“We’re watching a movie,” she says slowly, her voice heavy with breath, “and we’re about to kiss.”
A light appears inside of Zach’s eyes for a second, dancing, and he licks his lips too. Diana sees him lean forward that last little bit, and just as Diana’s eyes close she feels her stepbrother’s lips on her own, pressing into her, making her stomach and loins swirl with surprise, with desire, with unbelievable intensity.
Diana hears herself let out a moan and she pushes back, pressing into Zach’s lips with firmness. She hears his bottle of beer drop onto the floor, followed quickly by a fizzy gurgle as the foamy liquid escapes from it. She mirrors the action, freeing up her hand, allowing her to push her whole body towards Zach just as he does the same.
Diana inches herself closer to Zach, feeling the leather of the couch stick to her legs and upper back as she does. Zach moves towards her as well and they come up together, sitting upright, the space between them smaller now. Keeping herself balanced with one hand, she reaches her free one up and puts it on Zach’s chest, feeling his hard pecs, his hot, bare skin. She clenches her fingers, she can’t help it, and feels his chest hair entwine itself in her grasp. Her palm slides down and she moans as she feels the hard ridges of his stomach muscles.
With her eyes closed, she feels Zach’s hand as it lands on her upper arm, his fingers squeezing her, running up and down her skin. She tilts her head against his and she can smell him again, that heady scent that’s driving her wild. She can feel the space between her legs grow warm, her thighs squeezing together and only succeeding in exciting her even more.
Diana is breathing heavily through her nose and she shuffles a bit closer to Zach, this time enough for their legs to bump up against one another’s. The sudden contact of skin on skin makes her heart skip a beat and she hears Zach let out a moan through his nose, his body already pushing towards hers on the couch, the leather upholstery making sounds beneath them.
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br /> Zach shifts his weight and his other hand finds itself between Diana and the back of the couch, landing on her side. She feels him grab onto her ribs, just below her breast and where the seam of her sundress separates bare skin from clothed. He slides the hand up and down, travelling it down to her waist before switching back up to just below her armpit. Diana can feel the heel of his hand moving against her breast with every slide, moving it, jostling it in place and causing her nipple to rub against the fabric.
Diana’s cheeks are flushed now, and she can feel an urgency inside of her, something she’s hasn’t felt with any other man in the past four years. Finally Zach’s hand brings itself up to beside her breast and she feels his thumb slip over, brushing along her breast, finding her hard little nipple and causing a flush of ecstasy to soar down from that spot to directly between her legs.
Diana moans, a loud sound now, and she can’t stop herself when she pushes back against Zach. She feels him reel back slightly in surprise, but he holds his ground. Diana wants him. Her heart is pounding, and her chest is flushed now too. Lifting her one leg up, she swings it up and over Zach’s lap, straddling him on the couch.
In the changing of positions their lips part, but as soon as Diana is in place she wraps her arms around Zach’s neck and drops back down, kissing him deeply. His hands find their places easily on her sides and he’s running them up and down again, brushing past her breasts, going now down below her waist to explore her thighs, barely covered by the dress that’s riding up on her spread legs.
Diana can feel the heat of herself building up in the pool between her legs. She slides forward, getting closer to him, and as her waist reaches that of her stepbrother’s she feels it: that hard thing, hidden within his swimsuit but standing stiff, waiting for her.
Diana smiles against Zach’s lips as she pushes her open crotch against her stepbrother’s hard cock, grinding into him. She can hear him moan, feel him pushing his hips up to meet her, matching her movements with his own and making her pussy grow wetter with every passing second.
“Oh, Zach,” Diana moans as she drops her head down to his shoulder. Zach’s lips find the side of her neck while, at the same time, his hands move up her sides, sliding over her back, passing her shoulder blades and locating the knot that’s keeping her sundress tied up at the back of her neck. Diana feels his nimble fingers undo the thing with expert precision, and the material goes slack against her skin as he pulls it down, revealing her breasts to him, letting the top of her dress fall down and pool around her stomach.
His hands waste no time in latching onto her breasts, holding them tightly, Diana’s hard nipples being alternately rubbed by the palms of his hands and pinched, rolled between his fingertips. She pulls him tighter, squeezing his hands between their chests, but he doesn’t stop. Heavily, pulsing rolls of pleasure are flowing down from her breasts to between her legs, and the wetness is soaking through her panties now, undoubtedly marking the outside of his swimming trunks as well.
Zach’s lips begin to kiss down the side of Diana’s neck to the top of her shoulders and she pulls herself back slightly, giving him room. He takes advantage and continues to move his kisses down, over her upper chest to her small bosoms. She leans back more, holding onto the back of his neck for support, and Zach wraps his mouth around one of her breasts, taking it in entirely. She gasps as he sucks it in, his tongue working circles around her nipple, keeping it hard and tight, providing for her a deeper sensation, one of warmth and radiance.
Diana grinds herself harder against her stepbrother, her clit alight with pleasure, her panties soaking wet. One of Zach’s hands moves down her side back to her waist, her thigh, pushing her dress up her leg and finally revealing that place that she wants him to occupy so dearly. She can feel him pushing his hand up, against her belly, his fingers clawing against the elastic of her panties. He pulls at them, revealing the trimmed bush of pubic hair above her pussy, rubbing his fingers against her and sending electricity flowing through her body.
Zach is breathing heavily now, and Diana can feel his cock throbbing, his hips pushing up into her harder and with more desire. Suddenly his mouth detaches from her breast and he leans up, kissing her hard on the lips. His hand disappears from her panties only to appear on her back along with his other hand. Before Diana can even think, Zach is standing up with her in his arms, lifting her as easily as though she were a baby.
Diana lets out a small squeal as the two of them spin, moving away from the couch and the coffee table and the pizza and the movie (Diana can see Michael Douglas confronting Glenn Close on the television) and then suddenly she’s being dropped, backwards, landing on Zach’s bed. Zach is standing over her, looking down at her like a caveman having just taken his first fuck back for the night, and she’s entranced by the look in his eyes.
Without changing his expression, Zach reaches to his waist and pushes his swimming trunks down off of him. Diana looks down just in time to see his hard cock spring up out of its confines, finally free, finally ready to fuck the daylights out of her.
Her head is swimming. Her heart is hammering in her chest. Her pussy is throbbing between her legs and her chest is heaving with every deep breath that she takes in and out. Zach moves forward, lowering himself towards her like a predator to its prey, and Diana feels her mouth opening before she can stop it:
“Zach, wait,” she says, and she sees her stepbrother freeze, his expression waver between hard, lustful desire and sudden confusion.
“What?” he asks, frozen in place.
Diana swallows. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks. “I don’t want what happened last time to … happen again.”
A flash of something, something strange but indescribable, moves across Zach’s expression, but the blink of an eye later and he’s smiling. He’s smiling down at her and saying, “Of course. Diana, I’ve wanted this for years. I would never let anything happen to you.”
A smile finds its way to Diana’s lips and she pushes herself back enough for Zach to kneel on the bed between her legs. He reaches forward and grabs onto the waistband of her panties, pulling them down off of her legs, throwing them on the ground behind him as Diana opens her legs to her stepbrother once again, her glowing pink pussy ready for his beautiful cock.
Crawling over top of her, Zach lowers himself down, his form fitting hers perfectly. The head of his cock is throbbing and Diana can feel it find the opening to her pussy without the guiding need of their hands. She’s unaware that she’s stopped breathing as she waits for him to enter her, the moment passing by with exquisite slowness, every second feeling like a thousand years. And then, finally, he pushes his hips forwards and Diana gasps, a long, slow intake of breath, as he fills her up entirely, completely, finally.
Zach kisses his stepsister again as he starts moving his body inside of hers. She can feel his heat, the comforting weight of his body pressing down into hers, the hardness of his muscles as he holds her, keeps her safe, fills her with his manhood over and over again. Diana’s head is swimming as her body is taken to places she never even knew existed. She’s flying, flying with Zach, and as she wraps her arms, her legs, all around him as she pulls him in closer, feeling somehow finally complete, like her entire time in New York, her entire life without him, has just been a dream, a waiting room that she’s been occupying until her real, true happiness came back to her once and for all.
Zach is kissing her, his body is drawing her up to new heights, and she can hear his sounds, can smell him on her, all around her. She can feel herself rising up with exquisite pleasure, can feel her body start to tremble and glow, radiate outwards with passion and love. Her body squeezes, her voice cries out against Zach’s lips, as he continues to push himself into her. The world around them has grown unimportant; all that matters now is them, here and now, Zach and Diana together at last.
Zach moans and he moves into her faster. Diana is taken up, rising. She can feel everything begin to glow, to vibrate, and she
knows that she’s approaching that point of no return. Her small cries grow louder; she can feel Zach within her, his forehead pressing against her own, his hot and heavy breath on her cheeks and lips and face. They’re moving as one now, and she hears Zach too, beyond her own noises. He’s getting close too. She can feel it, can feel him, and as his voice rises up and she feels him finally shout out loud and release himself into her she’s pushed beyond description, her body flying like a vessel into a place that she’s never really, truly known before. It’s everything that she’s ever wanted, and she feels like she could die and live forever all at the same time.
How long Diana spent there she doesn’t know, would never know, but when it’s finally over and she feels herself coming back down she can feel Zach breathing against her, can hear his heavy breath and feel his strong heartbeat against her own chest. He’s still inside of her, moving in those last, vestigial thrusts. His seed is deep inside of her, warming her belly, her body cradling it deep within herself.
Finally she opens her eyes and she sees Zach looking down at her, a scared, impassioned look on his face. It transforms quickly into a smile and Diana smiles back up at him, leaning her head up and kissing him once more before he lifts himself up, rolling off of her and allowing her to close her legs, turning onto her side to face him and resting her hand across his stomach. She can see his body, his face, and the incredible star-studded sky through the open window behind him.
“Oh my God, Zach,” she says. “That was incredible.”
Zach gives a moan of agreement as Diana lets out a yawn. She feels completely drained. The yawn finishes and she smiles again into Zach’s eyes.
“I’m so tired,” she says, and she can feel her eyelids already starting to close.
“You … should sleep here,” Zach says behind the fog in her brain.
“Mm … okay …” Diana says, the arm on Zach’s side losing strength quickly. It slumps and drapes down, still resting on him, but passively now. She can feel Zach shifting on the bed, moving to the other side of her, but Diana is too tired to see him.