by Mia Carson
“It’s fine.” I tried to balance myself. For a minute, I had lost control of myself and had gotten comfortable in his arms.
“But I can’t help myself,” he said.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t,” I told him, pulling him back into my arms. “Besides, make up sex is great.”
“Liv, you do this to me all the time,” he protested but didn’t let me go.
“No, you do this to me.” I nibbled on his lips. Suddenly, it was as if he was on fire, pushing me hard against the kitchen wall. “Ryan, easy,” I said, smiling.
“I’ve been waiting all week.” He pulled my t-shirt over my head. “Watching you walk away from me yesterday at the ice cream shop made me realize how easily I could lose you.”
“What was I supposed to do?” I murmured as I quickly pulled his t-shirt off and flung it on the kitchen floor. I reached for his pants.
“Stayed with me until she left. It was you I wanted, not her.” His breathing was getting deeper.
“Now I know,” I said. I felt his hard on. “Nice!”
“Damn.” He flung my shirt next to his and quickly pulled down the shorts I was wearing, adding them to the growing pile of clothes.
“The door is not locked,” I said pointing to the living room door. “Mom or Dad….”
“They’re gone. We’re fine,” he said as he claimed my mouth.
“They might come back.”
“Possibly,” he said with a shrug as his hands reached to cup my breasts and squeeze them lightly but firmly.
I smiled. We were treading on dangerous ground, but there was an excitement in knowing we could be caught in the act…although our parents catching us would be disastrous.
“Relax,” Ryan said as he pinched my nipples.
I moaned and focused on trying to take his pants off. My hands found the string of his sweat pants and pulled at it, letting his pants drop to the floor. His leg muscles were well-defined. It never ceased to amaze me how well-built he was. His chest was muscular. He had a glorious six pack. I rubbed my hands over his torso and his cock. He kissed me again while fondling my breasts lightly. I pulled his boxers down, and his cock was standing, pointing towards me. It seemed to grow by the second. How much longer could it really stretch?
I felt him stroking my legs as his hands travelled upwards towards my wet pussy. I let out a moan as he finally touched my wet, swollen clit. Inserting one finger into me, he began to massage my wet insides. I leaned against the wall as I tried to support myself and enjoy the intense pleasure he was causing. When I felt he had tortured me enough, I pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pushed him against the kitchen wall.
“My turn,” I whispered as I bent down to close my lips around his dick. “Relax.”
He smiled as he relaxed against the wall. I let my mouth warm his dick, licking him and cradling his balls in my hands. “Damn, Liv,” he moaned.
I liked giving him blowjobs, and when he enjoyed it, it was double pleasure for me. I kept licking and blowing him for a couple more minutes until his grunts deepened and his moans got louder. I knew if I continued, he’d come in my mouth soon and I didn’t want that yet. As if he could read my mind, he pulled me back to a standing position. In one powerful sweep, he lifted me up from the floor and against the wall. He lowered me towards his erection, slowly, until my wetness engulfed his cock.
Holding me with two hands on the waist, he lifted me up and down along the length of his cock, my wetness adding moisture and comfort to each stroke. He thrust his cock in and out of me, the tempo rising to satisfy our animal urgency to reach a climax. Our breathing deepened and quickened. I moaned.
“You like it?” he asked.
“Yes!” Then suddenly, he pulled his cock out and set me down. “What the…?”
“I want to taste you,” he said, claiming my mouth and pulling me towards him. “I need to taste you.”
Somehow, we found ourselves against the edge of the spiral stairs that went upstairs. He gently guided my up a couple of stairs, our bodies never losing contact. When we were six steps up, he lowered me to a sitting position whilst opening my legs at the same time. Opening my legs even further, his tongue descended on me. At first it was cool, but as he started licking, it warmed up. He pried apart the lips of my pussy, circled his tongue a few times around the edge of my wetness, and slowly inserted his tongue into me – slowly, then quickly, then alternating rhythms.
“Yes,” I moaned. I needed him to go deeper. My hand guided his head closer to my pussy. His tongue went further in, and at each withdrawal, he curled it up towards my clit and licked the button.
“Oh, fuck,” I said as he lapped up my sweetness. It felt decadent, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I wasn’t ready to come yet, as I wanted Ryan to get as much pleasure from me as I was receiving from him. Ryan was selfless and would let me come as many times as I wanted to without complaining, and if l let him, he would stay down on me all day long.
I pushed him gently away from me, as hard as it was for me to do, and tried to change our positions so he was sitting and my mouth was on his cock. But that didn’t happen. Ryan was bent on getting me to the end in a most pleasurable way. I made him sit on the steps with the intention of going down on my knees and taking his dick in my mouth, but he pulled me towards him and positioned my moist pussy at the tip of his dick. I was dripping wet and nothing else would have made me happier at that moment. I slowly descended on him, my pussy swallowing him up, one inch at a time.
His hands made their way to my fleshy mounds. He rubbed each nipple, slowly at first, and then pinched them playfully, the way I liked it. They hardened at his touch. As soon as I had the entire length of his goodness-knows-how-crazy-long cock into my wetness, I stopped to feel the head of his cock against my pussy wall. Then I started to ride him, leisurely at first, his hands supporting me at my waist as my wetness lined his entire rod. Then I went faster. My knees were bent comfortably over the steps and my feet were flat against the step floor. I held on to the railing to keep my stance as my tempo increased.
“Yes. Oh, yes,” he moaned while holding me even tighter.
I felt him pushing me deeper into him like our bodies couldn’t merge any more. I knew I was fucking him like he was the last man on earth.
I rode him, grinding, occasionally reaching down to squeeze his balls. Soon I started to tingle all over - first in my pussy, then in my legs, breast, head, and finally, my entire body, but I kept riding him, each thump stronger and wilder. I sensed him reaching the end as I gave his balls one more squeeze, made a ring at the end of his cock with my thumb and forefinger, and squeezed it tightly as my cunt came down on him. A few more pumps and I couldn’t hold off anymore. I exploded. He exploded as well, shooting his load into me. I collapsed onto his chest and we lay on back on the hardness of the carpeted stairs - spent!
“That was good,” I said. Before he could reply, we heard our parents’ car pull up the driveway.
“Shit,” I said as I quickly disengaged myself from him and ran to pick up my clothes from the kitchen floor.
“Fuck,” Ryan said as he picked up his clothes.
We hurried up the stairs just as the lock was opening. I got to my room and locked the door. That was stupid of us. I knew it was possible we could be caught, and yet, we had let our animal instinct take over our common sense again. I needed to be careful, I thought as I jumped into the shower to clean up.
About half an hour later, I went downstairs to prepare dinner. Ryan was already downstairs talking to my Mom like nothing had happened just a few minutes earlier.
***
RYAN
***
I had gone and done it again - fucked Liv like there was no tomorrow. It was partly my fault that I did a poor job of resisting the attraction between us. Liv was so sweet and naïve, and the more responsible, older part of me wanted to protect her. The other side of me, the one that lusted after her, wanted to fuck her at every opportunity, just like t
oday. Everything would have been perfect today if only Sarah had not come into the ice cream shop.
There I was, trying to catch a stolen moment with Liv and Sarah had to spoil everything. My whole world had come crashing down when I noticed Liv’s shocked and pained look as Sarah kissed me. I was as shocked as Liv was; I hadn’t expected Sarah to kiss me, let alone sit on my thighs like we were anything more than casual acquaintances. Even though I had been sad to see Liv run out of the ice cream shop, it made me realize how much we cared for each other, beyond our step-sibling relationship. I knew I had hurt her by letting another girl that close to me in public, even if it was just for a moment. It was painful, because it was something that Liv and I couldn’t do in public, regardless of how close we were. And not being able to hold her or kiss her in public was getting to me.
I had to find a way, sooner or later, to define what it was we were doing with each other and talk to our parents about us. She was just my stepsister by marriage, and technically, we weren’t related by blood, but I knew it was going to be an uphill battle getting everyone to remember this and allow us to be a couple. I dreaded the thought of telling our parents about us, but it was becoming inevitable as the days went on; we were having sex indiscriminately and in daring places, and I was afraid someone might catch us one day. I’d hate for our parents to find out about us from someone else.
There were just so many uncertainties with declaring my affection for Liv publicly. On one hand, it would allow us to be free with each other, but on the other hand, we could get a lot of backlash from people who didn’t understand.
That day, as I sat pouting in the kitchen after Mom and Dad had left for the harbor, I had an overwhelming need to fuck her, a need to pound her until she moaned my name in ecstasy. I felt I owed her my best. I needed to make up for the mess Sarah had inadvertently made of our ice cream date.
When I had held her, and she had groaned my name, I knew she had forgiven me, thankfully. And when I came in her, spilling my sperm into her warm pussy, I had felt a sense of peace, like she was mine, right there and then…until our parents had interrupted us.
Liv was someone I wanted more than anything else and having sex with her was always a great experience, but I was beginning to want more than just sex with her. I wanted us to be a couple. And for that to happen, I had to change a lot of minds. For now, I was looking forward to tomorrow; we would be starting our internship together.
***
3
***
The next morning, Ryan and I were out of the house by eight o’clock in order to arrive early for our first day of the internship.
“You look different,” he said to me as he got into the driver’s side of his car and I slid into the passenger seat beside him. We had agreed to commute together to save money on gas, and frankly, I wanted to spend every minute I could with him.
“Different, as in nice?” I teased.
“You look amazingly sexy in that suit,” he said.
“It’s just a regular pant suit.” I tried to play down my new black pinstripe outfit. I knew my outfit was nice – I had only blown my entire month’s allowance on it!
“Yeah, but you make anything look nice,” he said.
“Brownie points! What do you want?” I said, laughing.
“Nothing. I just like hearing you laugh,” he said, looking at me. “All right, a few brownie points won’t hurt.”
I rolled my eyes at him, and we both laughed. “You don’t look bad yourself,” I shot back. He was wearing a navy blue, long sleeve shirt and khaki pants that framed his body perfectly.
“I always look good,” he joked. “That’s why you can’t get enough of me.”
“You’re unbelievable.” I hit him playfully and sank into my seat, laughing hard.
***
Once we arrived at the office, the rest of the morning passed by rather quickly as we filled out a million onboarding forms, watched orientation videos, toured the office, met the other employees, and finally received our desk assignments. We would be interning with the sales department where our primary responsibilities would involve showing houses on sale to potential buyers. As the office was small and Ryan and I were in the same department, our cubicles were right next to each other.
The first week at work went by smoothly and without any hitches. We were both fast learners, so it was easy to get up to speed with the company’s policies and procedures. I went home each day exhausted but excited to go to work the next day, mostly because I got to dress up and look nice for once. I also liked the fact that Ryan and I had a few quiet moments alone on our drive to and from the office.
I noticed that most of the office staff dressed professionally but with a sexy flair. I switched my pantsuits for professionally flirty skirts and dresses. Ryan didn’t say much to compliment me, but I knew he noticed the change since I caught him staring at my legs more times than I could count when he didn’t think I was paying attention to him. When I wore skirts, my tops were usually flimsy silk shirts under a blazer. And when Ryan and I were alone, I always made a point of taking the blazer off or pulling up the skirt or dress a tad to tease him. I considered it my move in our secret playtime. I earned a wicked smile from him but nothing more. I ached for a day we could actually do more than just smile about my office flirtations.
A few days into our internship, we got a chance to work late together. One of our joint projects was overdue, so we planned to stay late to get it done. As I got ready for work that morning, I played out all the possible scenarios of how the day might end. I wanted to look especially good in case I got a chance to do more than simply work with Ryan.
One of my fantasies was having sex in a public place, and as long as Ryan was up for it, I’d consider it seriously if the office was empty that evening. It had been several days since we’d last had sex, and I ached for him so much. After several hours of trying to decide what to wear, I finally settled for a short-sleeved, red silk top paired with a black and red polka dotted skirt that was a tad bit short but would be appropriate for the office. I added some black tights and my black pumps. Since my underwear always matched my outfits, I was wearing a red and black polka dotted bra and a pair of matching boy shorts. I pulled my hair into a bun, applied light makeup, a touch of red lipstick, picked up my purse, and ran down the stairs. I had never been so excited to go to work.
When I came downstairs, he didn’t make any comment on my outfit, but I felt his eyes assessing my body from head to toe. My heart leaped at the idea of the crazy thoughts possibly going through his mind.
“Ready?” he asked, walking ahead of me and opening the door.
“Sure.” I was a little disappointed that he hadn’t complimented me, but I was determined not to let that mess up my mood for the day.
***
We hit the ground running when we got to the office. We were scheduled to show our first set of houses the following day, but we had a lot of prep work that needed to be done to prepare. The day flashed by in a blur, and as soon as everyone had gone home, Ryan pulled his chair over to my cubicle to work with me on the joint project. I looked around and realized that we were truly alone in the office, just like my fantasy. Now I had to think of a way to seduce him.
“I should lock the doors for our safety,” he said as he rose to walk to the door.
“Just for safety?” I asked with a giggle.
He flashed me a smile. “Be right back.”
The company encouraged us to lock the doors when a majority of the staff was gone as an extra precaution, but I knew he was locking the door for more reasons than just our security.
I set out the sandwiches I’d made from home on my desk while he was gone. When he returned to my cubicle, we decided to have a working dinner.
“This feels so much like real work,” I sighed as I looked at some numbers on our spreadsheet. I ate my sandwich quickly, distracted. “I should get paid more.”
“Not happening,” he commented, flipping to a
page we were supposed to memorize. It was a newly listed house we were showcasing the following day. Our boss had requested that we know the house inside and out, as well as if we had lived in it all our lives.
“I know.” I opened my blazer to reveal the flimsy, red, silk top I wore. Anything red drove Ryan crazy; I knew he would appreciate my top. He glanced at me casually as the blazer came off and returned to the pages in front of him.
“It’s a nice house,” I said, pulling up a picture of a house that looked like a model home in a magazine.
“Uh huh,” he answered as he flipped through the paper and shifted in his chair.
“You okay?” I asked as I took a big bite of my sandwich.
“Yes.” He tugged on his pants, causing my eyes to inadvertently follow his movements. I looked down at his pants and immediately felt my skin flush. He had a huge bulge he was trying so desperately to hide. I hadn't imagined he would get a hard-on by simply sitting next to me, but I guess my exposed legs and flimsy top showing my hardened nipples didn’t help at all. He realized I had noticed his erection and shifted again on the chair, but being so close to me, there was really no way to hide his burden.