Secret Desires

by Fields, Cat

  ‘It’s fine, really. You don’t need to do that,’ said Tate, taking the towel from her.

  ‘I think I’ve had too much to drink,’ said Rachel, her bottom lip pouting.

  ‘I think so, too,’ he agreed.

  ‘So you didn’t answer my question,’ said Rachel.

  ‘What question?’

  ‘Why don’t you have a girlfriend?’

  ‘Um, I’m not sure,’ he shrugged. ‘Why don’t you have a boyfriend?’

  Rachel rolled her eyes. ‘Boys are stupid. I need a man.’

  ‘I’m sure you could get any man you want,’ said Tate.

  Rachel raised her eyebrows, her gaze unfocused. ‘You really mean that?’ she asked.

  ‘Yeah,’ said Tate, noticing how close Rachel was getting. He licked his lips nervously and stuttered, ‘Y-you’re gorgeous. Of course you can have anyone you want.’

  Rachel grinned. ‘You’re so sweet.’ She hiccupped loudly.

  ‘I think you’ve had enough,’ said Tate, taking her drink from her.

  Rachel nodded. ‘You’re right.’ She looked as though she was about to pass out.

  ‘Are you all right?’ he asked.

  ‘Will you … will you take me to my room? I need to lie down.’

  Shit, thought Tate. Now he was going to be responsible for the party.

  ‘All right, come on,’ he said, helping her up from the couch.

  Tate led Rachel through the house, towards the staircase. He had to keep ahold of her so she wouldn’t fall down.

  ‘Hey, what are you doing with her?’ demanded a voice. It was Sarah, Rachel’s friend.

  ‘Oh, I’m just … it’s … Rachel has had too much to drink,’ he said quickly.

  ‘So you thought you’d take advantage of her, huh?’ said Sarah, hands on her hips.

  ‘No, Sarah,’ slurred Rachel. ‘He’s my step-brother!’

  ‘Oh,’ Sarah frowned.

  ‘He’s taking care of me. Aren’t you, Tate?’ asked Rachel.

  ‘Uh-huh. Sure. C’mon, let’s get your upstairs.’

  Sarah left Tate and Rachel to climb the stairs alone. Once they were upon the landing, Tate led her to his old bedroom, which had been completely redecorated. The walls were lined with male celebrities, and feminine things.

  ‘Well, it’s certainly changed in here,’ said Tate.

  Rachel giggled and dived for the bed, flopping down with her arms spread wide.

  ‘I had so much fun, Tate!’ she said. ‘Did you have fun?’

  ‘Yeah, it was great,’ he lied. ‘Are you going to be all right?’

  ‘Don’t leave me!’ said Rachel, sitting up. ‘Can you get me a glass of water, please?’

  ‘Uh, sure. One sec.’

  Tate went into the bathroom and poured Rachel a glass of tap water. He could still hear the party continuing downstairs, and wondered how he would get rid of the stragglers.

  Rachel drained the glass in three gulps before wiping her mouth and handing it back to Tate.

  ‘Thank you,’ she said.

  ‘That’s okay,’ he said, backing towards the door. ‘Well … uh … goodnight then.’

  ‘No, don’t go,’ Rachel whined, grabbing him by the shirt. ‘I need to get into my pajamas. But I’m too drunk.’

  ‘I’ll get Sarah to help you,’ said Tate, jerking his thumb at the door.

  ‘No!’ Rachel said, panicked. ‘I don’t want Sarah to help me. She’ll judge my body. She’s so superficial.’

  ‘I thought she was your friend?’

  ‘She is.’

  Tate frowned. ‘What do you want me to do, then?’

  ‘Help me?’ Rachel pulled a silky nightdress from under her pillow and showed it to him.

  Tate’s arms moved of their own accord. He took the sheer material from Rachel and turned it over in his hands. ‘Okay,’ he said, barely aware of what he was saying.

  Rachel stood, and swayed on the spot. She turned her back to Tate and lifted her dress over her head. Tate turned away, ashamed at the arousal he was feeling.

  ‘Don’t look,’ said Rachel, throwing her dress into a corner.

  ‘I wont,’ he lied again. Rachel’s silky back looked smooth to the touch. She wore black lingerie, and her hair was in a high bun. Rachel reached around and unfastened her bra, throwing that into the corner too.

  Rachel lifted her arms above her head and waited for Tate to slip the night dress over her. He did so, taking great care not to touch her bare skin with his hands.

  Finally, the nightdress was covering her body. Tate exhaled, unaware that he’d been holding his breath while he helped Rachel dress.

  ‘Thank you,’ she said, turning to face him.

  He couldn’t help but stare at her pert breasts; her nipples were visible through the thin material. Rachel noticed him looking, and smiled.

  ‘Getting a good look, step-brother?’ she asked.

  ‘What? No, I wasn’t. I swear.’

  Rachel smirked and looked down at the obvious bulge in Tate’s pants. ‘Really?’

  Tate covered his erection and took a step back. ‘I’m really sorry,’ he said.

  ‘Why?’ said Rachel. ‘It’s a compliment, right?’

  Tate was growing increasingly awkward and embarrassed. He had to get out of this room, and away from her intoxicating scent. However the playful smirk on Rachel’s face held him captive.

  He tried to think of pure, clean thoughts, but it was difficult with her standing so close.

  ‘I should go,’ he said.

  ‘Don’t go,’ Rachel purred, advancing on him.

  ‘Rachel, please. You’re extremely drunk.’

  ‘I know what I’m doing,’ she said, grabbing a fistful of his collar.

  Rachel slid her hand gently over the bulge in Tate’s jeans. She looked into his eyes, daring him to object.

  ‘This isn’t a good idea,’ Tate muttered, his breath catching in his chest.

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘You’re my step-sister,’ Tate breathed. A small groan escaped his mouth as Rachel applied more pressure to his crotch.

  ‘We aren’t blood,’ she said, biting her bottom lip.

  ‘You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing.’

  ‘I know perfectly well what I’m doing, and what I want,’ she said.

  Tate found it difficult to argue. Slowly, Rachel sunk to her knees until her face was directly in front of his crotch. Tate’s throat felt dry, and his heart was pumping wildly as she rubbed her palm over his package. His legs felt like jelly.

  Rachel leaned in and kissed Tate’s shaft through the fabric of his jeans, before tracing the outline of his cock with two fingers.

  ‘You’re big,’ she smiled up at him.

  Tate licked his lips, praying for the will power to leave, but he didn’t have it in him.

  Rachel unfastened his jeans, massaging his cock through the silky fabric of his boxers. Her tongue slid from between her lips to lick the head, moistening the fabric, and making Tate’s cock jump at the touch.

  ‘Rachel,’ he muttered. ‘You don’t have to do this.’

  ‘I want to,’ she whispered. ‘From the moment I saw you.’

  ‘You shouldn’t. It’s wrong. What if Rory find out? He’ll beat my brains out.’

  ‘Does it feel wrong?’ asked Rachel.

  ‘God, no.’

  Rachel grasped the elastic waistband on either side of Tate’s shaft, and pulled them down until his cock sprang free.

  She grabbed it at the base, and with the tip of her tongue she touched the shaft about halfway up.

  ‘You’re bigger than I first though,’ she looked up at him, smirking.

  Tate bit down on his bottom lip; the sight of Rachel simply holding his cock was too much for him to bear.

  She pressed her tongue against it and dragged it up from the middle of the shaft up to the swollen head. Finally, Rachel opened her mouth wide and encased his member in her mouth.

  She slid her
mouth up and down over Tate’s cock, her tongue massaging his shaft. He was so aroused that he didn’t think he could hold on for much longer. He wanted nothing more than to sink his cock into her tight, wet, pussy, but he was not the kind of man to take advantage of drunken women.

  Tate pulled away at the last second, before it was too late. He was on the edge of orgasm, but was not ready to defile his step-sister’s mouth.

  ‘What’s the matter?’ she said, looking hurt. ‘Don’t you like it?’

  ‘More than you know,’ replied Tate breathlessly.

  Rachel stood, her eyes boring into Tate’s soul. She stared at him for a long while before speaking. ‘Kiss me,’ she said.

  ‘I … what?’ Tate stammered.

  ‘Kiss me,’ she repeated, leaning closer.

  Tate gulped loudly, his head spinning, as Rachel’s lips got closer. Finally, her soft mouth was pressed against his, and their tongues met. They breathed in unison, tongues swirling. Tate ran his hand through Rachel’s long hair, holding her close. She held his still erect cock in the palm of her hand, slowly massaging it up and down as they kissed.

  ‘You’re driving me mad,’ Tate breathed through the kiss.

  ‘I’m all yours,’ she replied. Tate didn’t need telling twice. He wanted her more than anything.

  Tate wrapped his arms around Rachel and lifted her into a sitting position on the side of her uncluttered desk. His hands moved down and grasped the elastic waistband of her panties. A small wet spot was already visible in the narrow crotch. He pulled them down her sleek thighs and over her shapely calves. Once removed, the legs parted in silent invitation and he glanced down at what was offered; the trimmed rectangular patch of curls and the glistening pink lips nestled within.

  He stepped between her limbs, and his hands grasped her hips. As he advanced toward her, his erect cock pressed against the shimmering flesh. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman. A whole year, in fact. He didn’t think he would last too long.

  Rachel jumped when Tate’s bulbous head pushed between her outer folds and entered the slick, narrow canyon. He was only an inch inside her, and already he was struggling to control the orgasm that threatened to consume him.

  Rachel softly moaned as the tip of his sizeable mass shifted into position. The round head throbbed at the narrow opening as her leaking juice coated his smooth member. Tate’s hands reached beneath her seated body and clutched her sore ass cheeks. As his fingers dug into the flesh he drew her forward, simultaneously pressing his cock at the entrance to her core.

  She winced and softly cried out as the walls stretched wide. The penetration of his pulsating head was accompanied by her sharp groans and his soft, reassuring sighs. Gently, Tate eased deeper inside. Her fingers tightened their hold on the edges of the desk as she shuddered in delight. His fingers rhythmically squeezed her ass as his hips pumped, spearing deeper into her wet cunt.

  Rachel moaned aloud as his throbbing prick filled her aching pussy. Soon, tingling warmth erupted in her loins as his hardness filled her core with throbbing affection. His come seeped from the tip and mixed with her flowing essence. As it did, her body gripped the shaft, bathing it in hot wetness. He glided in and out of her juicy centre.

  Rachel's form writhed in pleasure. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust, nipples erect against the fabric of her nightgown. His long prick reached inside her, and he rubbed his thumb over her clitoris, stimulating her. Juice soaked her sex and dripped from the swollen pink folds as he repeatedly pierced her centre, driving deeper with each stroke.

  "Ah!" her voice softly exclaimed each time his cock thrust into her core. His steel-hard prick extended into her succulent canal, the walls fluttering around his shaft, coaxing droplets of thick cum from the tip.

  The incredible heat in her loins mounted and moved upward. Her face flushed red with excitement. Droplets of perspiration formed on her luminescent skin. Tate grunted with each driving thrust, pummeling his step-sister with his erect cock. Her groans intensified as ripples of pleasure grew stronger, pushing her closer to sexual release.

  Her fingers tightened around the edge of the desk as he slammed into her supple body, vibrating her entire being with ripples of delight. She momentarily tensed, feeling as if every muscle was flexing.

  A second later she moaned aloud in breathless declarations of joy and shuddered in spasms of ecstasy. Her flesh powerfully quaked as flowing juice bathed his moving prick and dripped from the quivering pink folds of her pussy.

  The orgasm peaked and faded, but Tate was still far from done. He pulled himself from her and sat on the bed. Rachel looked at him quizzically, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

  Tate pulled Rachel onto his lap, where his stiff cock re-entered her steamy core. Their mouths hungrily met in passionate tongue kissing. The wet muscles entwined, shamelessly rubbing against one another. His hands reached up and grasped her bouncing breasts. He squeezed on the firm swells, feeling as she shuddered atop him in delight.

  Tate pumped upward as Rachel rocked up and down, pivoting at the knees. Her head titled back and she softly moaned up at the ceiling. His strong fingers gently kneaded the mounds and prodded her hard nipples, adding to the pleasurable sensations that filled her loins. Sweat ran down her body as essence seeped from her belly.

  Rachel kissed Tate, faster and harder, pushing her tongue deeper into his mouth. He responded in kind, caressing her creamy globes with renewed excitement.

  Rachel interrupted the kiss and leaned back, groaning sharply as a second climax approached.

  "Oh!" Rachel excitedly gasped. She was so close.

  Her body suddenly froze before erupting in wild spasms of delight. The tingling warmth in her loins radiated outward, throughout her writhing form. The breath was ripped from her searing lungs as sweat rolled down her skin. Her frantic cries of pleasure filled the room.

  Her body relaxed after the brief eruption of intense pleasure. Tate lifted her off his lap and guided her into a kneeling position before him. Rachel stared at his swollen member. It glistened with a mixture of juice and seed; a drop of cum had collected at the tip and stubbornly clung to the rounded head. Tate was impressed with himself thus far; it had taken a great deal of restraint not to spill his seed too soon.

  She looked at his magnificent staff in awe. Her hands reached forward and supported the base of his towering stem. Her mouth moved in and commenced sucking on him.

  His hands tenderly cradled the back of her head, guiding her movements. The leaking drop of semen finally rolled onto her tongue, and Rachel swallowed it down.

  Tate pulled her head down and pushed the tip of his cock to the back of her throat. He was going mad with desire.

  Tate groaned in delight as the sensitized tip rubbed along the length of her amazing tongue and slid down her velvet-smooth throat. Tingling pressure gripped his balls and lower belly as the building pressure peaked.

  As his fingers sifted through her long hair, he pumped into her wondrous mouth. Rachel engulfed him in hot wetness. She moved him to the brink of orgasm. His soft grunts grew louder as the seed advanced from his balls. Tingling pressure filled his loins and pulsating penis.

  "Uh!" he exclaimed as the orgasm rocketed through his body, forcing thick, hot cum into her mouth.

  The sudden flood of semen overwhelmed her mouth. She quickly swallowed what she could as the rest oozed from the corners of her mouth. Rachel kept sucking for the duration of his climax until his cock was nice and clean.

  When he was done she looked into his eyes and he smiled down at his willing step-sister.

  First Lesbian Experience

  By Cat Fields

  Sadie and Georgia had been best-friends since they could recall. All of their earliest memories were of each other, because their mothers were long time friends from high school. Now in their final year of high-school, Sadie and Georgia were as close as ever, even though the years had changed their personalities dramatically since they were children.
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br />   Sadie had become withdrawn in recent years; bookish and shy. She was thin, small breasted, and petite, with long, curly brown hair. Whilst not unattractive, Sadie thought she was plain.

  Georgia, on the other hand, had developed very early. She’d bought her first under-wire bra at eleven. Tall, voluptuous and beautiful, Georgia was someone to be envied. With her long caramel hair, sun-kissed skin, and a well-endowed chest, Georgia was extremely popular at school. Boys lined up to ask her on dates, but Georgia merely snorted at their attempts. She’d had many boyfriends over the years, but none had lasted long.

  Sadie had never even been kissed.

  Whilst the girls were as different as an apple and an orange, they were the closest of friends. Inseparable, the other students said.

  None of the other students understood why the pretty and popular Georgia hung around that nerdy bookworm, Sadie. What they didn’t know, however, was that Sadie had been in love with Georgia for the last five years. Even Georgia had failed to notice this.

  Sadie supposed she had always loved Georgia, even since they were children. She’d always known that she was different. It was only when she hit puberty did she notice that she was attracted to the same sex. She’d never told anyone this, not even her best friend, for she feared that Georgia would be horrified. After all, they’d seen each other in the nude multiple times, and shared baths as children. Sadie’s greatest fear was that Georgia would abandon her upon learning her sexual preference. She thought she might die if they were to ever have a falling-out.

  So Sadie suffered in silence, withdrawing within herself in the hopes that no one would notice her ‘abnormality’ as she thought of it. However, Georgia had noticed a change in her best-friend over the years, and often wondered why Sadie sometimes seemed so sad.

  She tried very hard to cheer Sadie up. Every weekend they had slumber-parties, like they did when they were twelve. Unknowingly, Georgia was just making Sadie fall deeper in love each second they spent together.

  Life was becoming unbearable for Sadie, to the point where she considered telling Georgia everything, just to get it off her chest. Yet she was a coward.