by Mia Carson
I wanted to tell him I hadn’t worn panties because it made my stomach uncomfortable because I was pregnant, but dropping the news about my pregnancy at that moment seemed so wrong. I was not accomplishing what I had set out to do today, which was to let him know about the baby growing in my stomach. Instead of pushing his hands away from mine, I placed my hand on his lap and worked my way to the flap of his pants. With my fingers working stealthily, I unbuckled his pants and felt his dick straining against his underwear. I guided my hands towards the opening in the underwear and found a cock that filled most of my palm.
As his fingers caressed my clit, my hands went to work on him. I let his cock out of the underwear, and it shot toward the top of the table. I placed my hand on his cock and slowly rubbed him from top to bottom. With each stroke, he seemed to get bigger, and I wondered how much bigger it would get before he exploded.
His first finger found the opening of my pussy, and using my natural juices, he got me wetter and glided his finger slowly into me. I let out another gasp. A second and third finger followed, curving towards the topmost part of me. My legs spread of their own volition even more. I leaned back a little bit, careful not to appear so engrossed in order to avoid drawing the attention of the waiter who I knew was just outside the door. My guess, though, was that the waiters were used to such events occurring in that room given the intimate setup and the romantic atmosphere. I wondered how many guests routinely went to the bathroom together.
James spread his legs a little more, allowing me access to the rest of him. I caressed his balls, eliciting a moan from him. His fingers kept working on me, and I did my best to avoid moaning out loud.
The waiter walked over and interrupted us by pouring more wine for James and water for me. We froze, not looking at him, just waiting for him to leave again.
“I feel like a high school kid,” I said as the waiter left.
“Me too.” He was grinning. “Want to get out of here?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never done this on a second date.” I was not ready to do anything out of haste that I would regret when I woke up.
“You can trust me if it’s our second date,” he teased.
“The last time I trusted you…” I started to say but trailed off.
“What happened the last time?” he asked, removing his fingers from inside me. I stopped stroking him but left my hands on him. His cock was still throbbing.
“Last time you were out of line,” I giggled.
“And I’m doing it again.”
“Yes.”
“Maybe we’ve both had too much to drink. I would hate to take advantage of you in any way. I think I’ve done enough already,” he said.
“I’m perfectly fine,” I reassured him.
Fuck that perfect lady bullshit. How responsible did I really want to be? Here was a man with a fully hardened cock, ready to plunge himself into me if I gave him the go-ahead. Heaven knew I was eager to have him inside of me right then. I couldn’t really get pregnant again. I did want him one more time before I broke the news I knew would cause us to drift apart again. My conscience told me I’d be using him if I had sex with him before telling him about the baby. The terrible, naughty part of me wanted him to screw me all night long until he made me feel like a hardcore slut.
“Are you sure?” he asked, concern all over his face.
“Yes, I’m okay,” I said. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“You know, I just realized you haven’t even told me why you wanted to meet,” he inquired seriously.
“It’s not important right now,” I said. No way was I going to let this moment pass by me. “I want you.”
“What?”
“I want you, James.” Those were not the words I should have been telling him. I was supposed to be crying now, telling him about my carelessness and how I was pregnant because of it. Instead, I winked at him and placed his hands back on my lap. I spread my legs wider. He started slowly working his fingers up my legs, looking at me to make sure I was okay with his actions. I nodded, signaling for him to get on with it. My pussy needed to be taken care of, and I was going to have this handsome man inside my pussy, one way or the other.
“We should get out of here,” he said as I began to moan in slow breaths. He withdrew his hands from my lap and signaled for the waiter to bring the check. I reached into my purse to pull out my wallet, but he stopped me.
“Please allow me,” he said.
I tried to insist, but he shut me down by reaching for my inner thighs and rubbing his thumb ever so briefly on my clit. It seemed decadent to flirt in such a racy way with him, but his presence and my despondency had taken away my inhibitions. I felt blithe enough to do whatever I wanted. All I could think of was how I would feel when that warm cock finally filled my pussy. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.
***
We went to a fancy penthouse that belonged to James.
“Nice,” I said as I walked in, glancing around the living room. A grand piano was tucked in the corner. Several chandeliers hung from the ceilings. Marble and hardwood mixed to frame the room and furnishings.
“You like it?” he asked as he dropped his keys on a nearby glass table.
“It’s okay,” I said, laughing. “It’ll do.”
“You think?” he asked as he scooped me in his arms.
“Yeah, it’ll have to do. I’m used to more luxury, but for my ex-stepbrother, I’ll step down a bit.”
“Appreciate that,” he replied wryly, but as he talked, he was unzipping my dress and soon pinned me against a wall.
“You move fast,” I giggled.
“I know what I want,” he said. “And I know what you want.”
I smiled. He was right. I was so hot for him. I wanted nothing but to feel his cock in me. But I had made several mistakes with him and I didn’t want to make a third one. He must have felt my hesitation.
“You okay?” he asked, releasing my mouth. “I’ll take it easy.”
“Who said I want it easy?”
“Well, I know you don’t really have a lot of sex.” I stared at him, an eyebrow cocked. “You were as tight as a virgin the last time we had sex. If I hadn’t been your first, I could have sworn you were a virgin.”
“Technically.” I muttered, but he heard my words.
“You mean you really don’t have sex?”
“Twice. Does that count??”
“You’ve only had sex twice?” His eyes widened in surprise.
I nodded, too shy to admit that I didn’t know much about sex. All I knew was what he had taught me the two times we’d had sex.
“So I’ve been your only lover?” I nodded again. He looked at me with disbelief, then his face brightened up. “You waited for me?”
“Not really….”
“Oh Sara, I always dreamed you’d wait for me.”
“I wasn’t really waiting, James. It just happened.” Who was I kidding? After James took my virginity, I couldn’t bring myself to let another man touch me. He had touched my body and heart in places no other man could ever reach.
“Sara!” He took me in his arms and claimed my mouth again. Before I could say another word, my clothes were on the floor and his hands were all over my body, caressing, massaging, his need for me so apparent. I wanted so badly to tell him about the baby first, but I found myself responding to his touch, feverishly.
“James,” I moaned as my hands found his zipper. His jeans, jacket, and shirt were in a pile on the floor promptly.
“Sara. You’re so beautiful. I never stopped thinking about you. Never stopped loving you,” he moaned as his lips sought my nipples.
Those words did it for me. I pulled him to a standing position.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’m pregnant, James. That’s what I wanted to tell you.”
“Pregnant?” His voice was uncertain.
Great. Nothing kills a hard on more than the announcement of pregnancy. I nodded, avoiding look
ing at his face. He didn’t sound mad like I had expected. In fact, if I had not known better, I’d have imagined he sounded a tad bit happy.
“From the last time we met?” He certainly wasn’t mad.
“Yes.”
“You sure?” he asked, reaching out to rub my belly.
“Yes, or so says the pregnancy test,” I said, letting him rub my belly.
“How long?”
“A few weeks,” I said, unsure. “I don’t know for sure.”
“Sara, you waited this long to tell me? You’ve been dealing with this all by yourself?”
“I’m sorry, James. I just wasn’t sure what to do…”
“Oh Sara, baby,” he said and pulled me to him, cutting me off mid-sentence.
I don’t know what happened but as our bare chests touched – my naked breasts squashed against his muscular torso – the tears of anxiety I had bottled up for weeks let loose. As he held me, I realized I still loved him, the same way I had loved him when we were young, the same love I had tried to deny the last time we were together on the yacht. The love was not dead.
“Why are you crying, Sara?”
My sobbing worsened. Why was I crying? I was crying because I was pregnant with my ex-stepbrother’s baby, who I had just reconnected with a few weeks ago. I was crying because I just realized I loved him and I figured he probably loved someone else, like Vera. I was screwed.
“Sara, what do you want?” he asked, leading me to the couch. “You don’t want the baby?”
“I don’t want to complicate your life. I just wanted to let you know, but I’ll disappear. I’ll be fine.”
“Sara, you can’t be serious. I want my baby. And you know I want you so much. I’ve wanted you since we were kids. But I haven’t been the best man. I know I’ve hurt you so much, and I can understand if you want nothing to do with me. But please don’t punish me by denying me this baby.”
“What?” I wasn’t sure I had heard him right. Denying him the baby? What was he talking about?
“The baby. I want to be a part of the baby’s life. I want you and my child.”
I was silent. There were no words to express the turmoil in my mind. I had wanted to meet with him and tell him I was pregnant and that I would be okay, but instead I was naked, in his penthouse, realizing I was in love with him, and he was confessing his love for me. It was all too much, too sudden. I wasn’t sure how to handle the unexpected development.
“Sara, please say something.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I said finally. “I really don’t.”
“Do you like me even just a little? Can you find it in your heart to let me be part of the baby’s life? Please?”
I had never heard James beg for anything, and I understood the irony of our situation. Both of us wanted each other and each of us had wrongly assumed we didn’t want each other. It was crazy, but things were going to work out.
“I don’t know, James. I don’t like you,” I said. His face fell. “I love you. I’ve always loved you and you should know that by now.”
James’ face lit up as he grabbed me and hugged me tight. The hug turned to massages and caresses and our hands began exploring each other crazily. He claimed my mouth, and I responded without hesitation. We soon found ourselves on the carpet, and James disappeared between my legs, his mouth on my pussy. He kissed my clit like it was heaven. I whimpered as his kisses turned to intense sucking. I moaned loudly.
“James…” I said weakly, trying to pull him up. I needed his cock in me. This was no time for foreplay.
“Hmmm….” he groaned.
“Please,” I hissed, pulling on his shoulder. “Please fuck me.”
“No,” he said, smiling.
“What?” I asked, trying to get up, but he pushed my back again.
“I can’t fuck you yet until you answer a question for me.”
“James, can we do this after?” I asked.
“No, right now.” He got up and pulled me into sitting position and reached into his jacket, which was behind him. He pulled out a box.
“What is that, James?” I assumed he had a necklace or something for me. “Can I open that after?”
“No,” he said. He got on his knees, naked.
“You’re kidding,” I whispered, grinning.
“Would you, Sara, please marry me?” He opened the box to reveal a huge marquise-cut diamond set in a tiny platinum band. It was perfect. When we were growing up, I had always said I wanted a marquise-shaped ring if I ever got engaged. I looked at him. He was what I had always wanted in a man with a couple extras perks. Of course I wanted nothing more than to marry him. I wanted nothing more than to make a home with him and our baby.
“If I say yes, will you fuck me now?” I asked.
“Is that a yes?” He pulled me into his arms.
“If that will get your cock in me now and forever, yes, yes I will marry you, James Brickstone.”
“Yes!” he said as he slipped the ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly.
“Gosh, James, do you always get what you want?” I purred as I reach down and found his cock had hardened again.
“When it comes to you,” he moaned as he positioned himself near my pussy.
“Oh, James…” I hissed as I anticipated his penetration. I wasn’t disappointed. In the blink of an eye, he was buried deep in me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight,” James moaned as he began to push in and out of me. For a few minutes, he went slowly as if to let me adjust to his girth. When he felt my body relax, he went all out, pushing hard and fast.
“Fuck me, baby,” I screamed as his cock tore my near-virgin pussy.
“Yes baby,” he groaned, my screams spurring him on even more.
I held him tight as my body rocked in unison with his. We kept up the pace, his penetration getting deeper and harder by the minute, and my moans and grunts getting louder by the second. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled out of me.
“What?” I questioned, but he didn’t say a word. Instead he turned me around, and I was now on all fours, my ass jutted out toward him. His cock found my pussy again, and he was pushing into me with fervor. He held on to my ass as he rode me, his cock hitting my core, his balls slapping against my clit. He pumped me a couple more times, our bodies in unison.
“Harder…James…” I grunted as I felt the first wave of wild sensation go through me. I was indeed inexperienced with sex, but I knew that was the wave of orgasm.
“Oh baby,” he hissed as he gave it his all, his cock hitting me in places I never knew it could get to.
“James…” I moaned as a second and stronger wave passed through me.
“Yes, baby,” he hissed, his movements becoming jerky. “Yes baby!”
I was beginning to shake uncontrollably as a third and more powerful wave took over my body. I screamed as the orgasm finally overtook me. “I’m coming. I’m coming!”
“Fuck.” He was also coming. I felt his warm seed spraying into me. James fucked me a couple more times as we both came, and then finally, he collapsed on top of me. We lay on the carpet, spent.
“So, when did you buy this ring?” I asked, finally getting a chance to admire the ring. There was no way he’d have known I was coming to see him before today.
“After our night on the yacht, I reminded myself that I had always wanted to marry you, but I didn’t want to scare you again. I promised I would wait for you until you were ready.”
“That’s when you bought the ring?”
“No, I bought it today after we spoke. I knew that if I let you out of my sight today, it could be the last time I saw you. I was determined not to let you go without at least trying to propose to you.”
“That’s insane,” I said. “Totally insane. I came to let you know I was leaving for good and now I’m stuck making a home and having baby with you.”
“Oh, and I have another confession,” he said as he pushed me down and started trai
ling kisses from my neck downwards. “This one might piss you off.”
“I don’t want to know then,” I moaned.
“I had actually arranged to have you come to the party after I tracked you down at that staffing agency about a year ago.”
“You mean you set me up?”
“Sort of.”
Now it made sense why my boss had insisted I go to the party. “So was the party a hoax too?”
“Kind of. I arranged a party so I could get you to me.”
“You went to that length for me?”
“How else was I going to get you to come anywhere near me after the way things ended between us years ago?” He was now kissing my belly button and rubbing my belly.
“No wonder you were so confident taking me away from the reception.”
“Yes.”
“You’re conniving,” I said, rubbing my belly alongside him.
“Maybe so,” James said, kissing my belly and pulling up to kiss me.
“I’m glad you agree with me,” I teased.
“And Sara, you’re perfect. This is perfect. Thank you so much for the baby. I don’t know what to say.”
“Well, promise me we will have a good life together,” I said, even though there was no need for him to say much. I could already see our lives ahead of us. Instead of talking, he kissed me deeply. That was all I needed to know.
I kissed him back, my heart threatening to burst with lust and excitement.
Life couldn’t get more amazing than reconnecting with the stepbrother who took your virginity, finding out you love him, discovering you’re pregnant with his child, and realizing the love is reciprocal. And the fact that he’s a multibillionaire didn’t hurt either. No, life doesn’t get any better. I was lucky.
JAMES
I have to admit, the news that I was going to be a father was the last thing I expected to hear from Sara, but it made my day. For one, it meant that she was going to be forever linked to me by a bond much stronger than that of a stepsister; she was going to be the mother of my child. Secondly, she was not going to run too far if she ever did decide to run from me again, as we would always have a baby together. And thirdly, I had a chance to get her to be with me forever, like I had always wanted.