“I’m… I’m going to come…” I moan, feeling everything in me burning up, from my toes to the tip of my hair.
He grabs a handful of my hair and, pulling on it, forces my head back as he buries his mouth against my neck, softly biting there as he thrusts his hips harder at me.
“Oh my God…” I find myself saying, those flames of pleasure that lick at my muscles turning into a raging storm that makes me shudder and pant. “More.”
More? I don’t know why I’ve said it - I don’t know if I’m physically capable of enduring more pleasure, but it seems that desire has taken over me. I’m no longer in control. And now that I’ve said it, there’s no going back. Austin growls at me and, grabbing me by the waist, makes me turn around and face the wall.
He doesn’t even bother with undressing me; he simply lifts up my dress and presses his cock between my ass cheeks, rocking his body against me like that. I wiggle my ass, aching to have him inside of me. I rub against him, moving up and down and feeling his thick shaft pressing hard at my crack.
Massaging my buttocks, he slides one hand between my legs and rubs his fingers from my clit to my ass, and then eases himself into me. I press my forehead against the wall, sweat trickling down my back, as his cock parts my labia and lodges itself deep inside me once more. I jut my ass back and start swaying my hips slightly, moving them from side and side as I rock my body against him at the same time.
He presses into me with all his weight, and I can feel his hard breathing against my neck.
“I love you, Austin…” I find myself saying, knowing in my heart that no man has ever made me feel like that. And no, I’m not talking about the sex only. There’s that, of course, but it goes way deeper than just our bodies. I’ve always saw myself as a career woman, one that didn’t want to waste more time than necessary on love or sex. But now that I’ve met Austin it’s all different. Everything that I used to be doesn’t make sense any longer.
Hell, being with him is changing me from the bottom up. I gave no thought to love or sex and now here I am, completely melting when the man I love keeps thrusting his huge cock inside of me.
You’re a different woman now, Ashley. I guess that’s what the love of a stepbrother President would do to any woman.
What have I done to deserve such a man in my life? Despite how wrong it is for the both of us to be together, I can hardly care for that. I’m the luckiest woman on the planet. He looks perfect, he feels perfect… And, even though the whole world takes him for a shallow man, I know he’s so much more than that.
“I love you too, Ash,” he whispers against my neck, pushing his cock so deep into me that I have to stand on tiptoes. His hands go to my back and, without a warning, he grabs at my dress and yanks on it, ripping it open in the same way I’ve done to his shirt. My skin prickles as he pushes the fabric off my body, his fingers then going to the clasp of my bra and undoing it.
Naked, I push back against him, jutting out my ass even more, and he responds by grabbing both my breasts hard, squeezing them against each other. He plays with my nipples by pressing them between his fingers, rubbing and pulling them, and pleasure starts dripping from my breasts to my whole body.
I’m moaning so hard I’m surprised my throat isn’t sore already. God, there’s nothing better than being wild and loud.
He slaps my ass hard and I notice him breathing hard against my neck; his hands go to my waist and, holding me in place, he starts fucking me like he has never done before, thrusting his hips into me so fiercely that my whole body is burning up. I didn’t even know until now that a person could move as fast as he’s moving!
My moans turn into screams and, before I even have the time to realize what’s happening, fireworks are already going off over my body. I’m coming - each stroke of his cock making my mind splinter into a million shards of pleasure. And, God, it couldn’t be any more perfect.
He doesn’t stop or slow - he keeps pushing through my moans and my screams, pounding me mercilessly. Only five seconds have passed, and a tidal wave of pleasure is engulfing me once more, all my limbs shaking and trembling as I come like a madwoman.
He keeps going until that overwhelming pleasure comes for him too - with one final stroke he pushes his cock as deep as it can possibly go. I scream, feeling both pain and impossible pleasure, and he holds it there. His cock sprays my insides in an instant, each spasm of his cock making a shiver go up my spine. I push my hips back at him as he cums, tightening my pussy around his thickness with all the strength I can muster.
I hold my position, gasping for air and reeling from the maddening attack of ecstasy my body has just suffered.
As he pulls back, I feel his cum dripping down my pussy to my thighs, thick strands of it running down my legs. I don’t know why, but feeling it running down my legs… it feels good.
I turn to Austin, still struggling to keep my eyes open, and grab his cock gently, pushing him close to me. He comes willingly, and I brush my lips against his.
Running his hand through my hair, he looks into my eyes as if he’s seeing me for the first time.
“How did this happen…? Us…?” I find myself saying in a low whisper.
“Does it even matter, Ash? We’re here now,” he says, smiling at me as a flash of tenderness eases the hard lines on his face.
I simply shake my head, smiling back at him.
No, the how doesn’t matter, not one single bit. All that matters is that it happened.
I wake up with a start and turn around to see Austin lying next to me, naked. A thrill of pleasure goes up my spine, thinking of the two of us naked in bed next to each other. Somehow, nothing in the world feels more right. We both kind of dozed off after that massive sex session earlier in the day and it’s early evening right now, from what I can tell by looking out the window from the bed.
I turn towards Austin. He’s still asleep and I take a moment to stare at him. I truly love this man, despite (or maybe due to?) the fact that he’s got a history that would make a sailor blush. He honestly seems to have changed. For me. I’ve brought him under control. He used to drink heavily, get into fights, sleep with anything in a skirt, and yet confound everyone and become President of the United States. But all that changed.
He changed.
For me.
It brings tears of happiness to my eyes and I brush them away. I’m not thinking about the stepsibling bit right now.
I’m staring at Austin’s beautiful body as he opens his eyes. He looks at me and smiles and throws his arm around me, pulling me close. I wriggle my body happily towards him and nestle into his strong frame. This is heaven.
“Hey,” he whispers with a smile once I’m in his arms. He kisses me on the tip of my nose.
“Hey,” I squeak back, nuzzling against him.
Austin gives a deep sigh. The thing is, I’m so connected with him that I know exactly what he’s thinking. I pull my body back a little bit and look at him.
His eyes meet mine and we exchange unspoken words.
“We have to tell them at some point,” he says.
I nod. “This is going to be ugly, isn’t it?” I ask.
Austin sighs. “Depends on how we release to the media. Or if we release it to the media. But first we have to tell your parents. I’d rather it come from us than them reading the Post.”
“If we release to the media?” I ask Austin. “Are you saying that we won’t? That we just hide this forever?”
A part of me is worrying, but it’s the worry that happens when you know there’s no good solution on the horizon. As Austin would say it, ‘You’re fucked no matter what the fuck you do’.
“Ash, let’s focus on the parents first,” Austin says pulling me closer. “We can strategize the media plays later.”
I look into Austin’s eyes and nod. Mr. Bad Boy Billionaire is making a lot of sense. But being so close to him is like a drug. And it excites me - between my legs. Giving him my sexiest smile, I take my hand and wrap it ar
ound his thick cock. It was already semi-rigid and it hardens instantly in my hands. I grin at him, and we exchange all the words necessary by looking into each other’s eyes. As he turns me to my back and gets on top of me, my last thought before slipping into the fog of sexual contentment is that I hope this feeling I have with Austin never goes away.
“I forgot to pack a sweater,” I tell Austin as we get off Air Force One in Peterborough Airport right outside New York City.
It’s the next morning. Austin and I spent the last night packing and figuring out what we would tell our parents. Then Austin had some important meetings to sit in on – he told me afterwards it was regarding a drone strike against a suspected ISIS training camp.
I smile myself thinking about last night as we drive down towards the city. I wonder how many women have had their boyfriends tell them they had to step out really quick to go coordinate a drone strike on terrorists? Probably not that many.
“Oh, hey, Ash, if we decide to go out for dinner later, I have to duck out early. I have to be briefed by the CIA on North Korean nuclear capabilities,” Austin tells me matter-of-factly as we drive down the freeway.
“Gee, Austin,” I say smiling up at him. “If I had a nickel for every time a guy’s used that line on me to get out of dinner with my folks…”
Austin cracks a smile at my playfulness and holds my hand for the rest of the journey.
It’s a relatively short journey to the Upper East Side, and, because Austin gave Agent Daniel’s enough notice, we’re able to walk around the entire block of 82nd street between Park and Lexington Avenue.
Austin’s dad, Jonathan is outside waiting for us with Mom. Austin and I are no longer holding hands and I run up to her and give her a hug. Then I hug Austin’s dad. Austin comes over and hugs Mom, and shakes his Dad’s hands.
“So this is a surprise,” Mom says to us. “The whole family together all of a sudden.”
I realize what Mom’s saying. In the past we were never under the same roof together. Austin or I would always be either in the Army, college, working, or abroad. I look at Mom. She’s giving me a coy smile.
Eventually we go inside and Mom makes me some tea while Austin and his father retire to the library for some scotch.
She brings it up to my old bedroom and we both sit down on my bed.
“So,” my mom says taking a sip of her tea and putting it down on the table next to me. “How’s sex with Austin?”
I nearly choke on my tea and I look at her. She’s got a big ear-to-ear grin on her face.
“Excuse me?” I ask, incredulous.
“Oh come on now, Ashley,” she says taking my cup and saucer and scooting closer to me. “You’re practically glowing and you’re so in love. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him and for some reason, which I can guess why, you keep staring at his…crotch.”
My cheeks are burning and I’m blushing so hard I just want the world to split open so I can jump inside and die.
“It’s really cute. Besides, I know you so well by now. And I know you’re not a virgin anymore…” I interrupt Mom before she can finish embarrassing me to death.
“Why, is there a giant sign on my forehead?” I ask with a mildly sarcastic rebuke.
Mom smiles. “No,” she says. “But if you’re any sort of normal woman, then you cannot be around that man as much as I’ve seen you on the news and not want to rip his clothes off.”
“Mom!” I scream quietly. “He’s your stepson!”
She laughs. “And he’s your stepbrother.”
She has a point and I shut up, my ears burning.
“Besides,” she says. “I’m married to his father. I know what those Bain men are packing in their pants.
“OH MY GOD, Mother!” I say with shock, the tips of my ears turning red. “I cannot believe we are having this conversation.”
Mom is laughing hysterically at my expense as I glare at her. She’s obviously having the time of her life and this is so not how I intended to sit down and tell her I love my stepbrother and want to have his babies.
“This isn’t funny, mother!” I try to say but her laughter is contagious and eventually my glare turns into a chuckle. Soon I’m laughing along and then we’re both holding onto each other, tears coming out of our eyes as we laugh till our sides hurt.
“So, you knew?” I ask my mother.
She shrugs. “I’m your mother, dear,” she says. “I can place two and two together and then connect whatever dots are around.”
“Oh wow. How long?” I ask.
“About a couple weeks now. Ever since that news article about him and his, uhmm…excitement. I looked at what you were wearing that day and that’s when the gears started turning in my head. But it really only clicked when I saw the two of you walking towards the house and how you talked to him and were around him. That’s when I knew, dear.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. We kind of fell into the whole thing…” I begin to try to explain, but my mother is having none of it.
“Listen, dear, I understand completely,” she says to me. But then she grows quiet and she takes my hand in hers. “But dear, I want you to be careful.”
“We are careful, Mom,” I say. “I’m on birth control.”
“No dear,” she says. “You’ve read the stories about Austin the same as I have, haven’t you?” she asks me.
I nod my head.
“Maybe you know him more, but I just want to make sure you’re not going into something where he’s going to break your heart,” she’s completely serious now and talking to me like an adult.
“I know,” I whisper. “I’m not like his other girls. I know that much.”
“It’s just not that, dear,” she says. “Being the President of the United States is a cruel job. It’s merciless and the people that make sacrifices are usually the ones closest to the person. Promise me that you’ll always take care of yourself and try not get hurt. Can you do that, dear?”
I sigh and think about what she says.
Just then, some voices draw my attention out the window to the street.
A black car has pulled up and a Secret Service agent gets out of it. Austin walks out of the house. The agent hands Austin a clear plastic garment back with several pairs of women’s sweaters in it.
I smile, despite myself, and Mom sees this and follows my gaze outside the window. Austin is thanking the Secret Service agent and coming back inside with the sweaters. The sweaters that replace the ones I had forgotten to pack.
That I told him about.
He had gone out and done the best he could to make sure I was comfortable. That even if I made a mistake, I didn’t suffer for it. He was always watching to make sure that he took care of me. He would always take care of me. He would always protect me.
“Yes, Mother,” I say with tears forming in my eyes as I smile at her. “I promise I know what I’m doing. Austin will always take care of me. He won’t hurt me.”
My mom smiles and hugs me. I hug her back and we stay like that for a long while.
15
Austin
This shit is getting fucking real.
We flew to both our parents’ house and, after a quick drive, we step right in front of the house. They’re already here, waiting for me and Ashley on the driveway.
I glance at Ashley and gently squeeze her hand in mine. It’s time to let the truth out.
After climbing out of the SUV, I hug both my father and stepmother and we get inside the house. Fuck, am I getting nervous?
“Let’s leave the ladies to their tea, Austin,” my father says. “I have some fine scotch waiting for us on the library.”
Now that’s what I like to hear. A scotch right now is exactly what I need.
I follow my father and, the moment I step foot inside my old man’s library, it hits me like a brick: all of this, me and Ashley, it’s all becoming very fucking real. We’re about tell our parents about it. No more hiding.
I fucking
love it.
“I’m happy you found the time to pay us a visit, Austin,” my father tells me, reaching for the scotch on the shelf. I grab the ice and two glasses, placing them both on top of the old mahogany desk. It’s funny: since I was a kid that I always saw my father working behind this desk and now, as I sit across him, I’m far more successful than he ever was.
Fuck you if you think I’m being an asshole for saying this. I’m not underestimating everything that he has done in his life - that’s the fucking last thing on my mind. Far from it; if anything, I owe everything that I am to my father.
Well, okay, let me fucking rephrase that for you - I owe all the good things that I am to my father: the smarts, the capacity to thrive under pressure, the ability to work for hours on end without complaining.
Sure, back in the day my father also used to be somewhat of a ladies’ man, but he was never as much of a degenerate as I am. Hey, what do you want me to say? It’s my uniqueness shining through.
“It’s the least I can do, Dad. I’ve missed you, guys.”
He half-fills my glass, pushing it across the table towards me.
“I’ve missed you too. But I get it - you’re the President. You have more than enough on your plate… Hell, you are leading this nation. It pains me to say it, but family must come second for you now.”
I take a sip out of my scotch, letting it burn down my throat as I gather my words. How do I break this to my father? I would have no problem letting the whole word know about me and Ash, but telling my father is a whole different matter. Somehow, I need his approval. Yeah, even the fucking POTUS needs his parents’ validation.
It isn’t really a need for approval or validation - it’s actually more about showing some respect. I owe him that; after all, he’s always supported me. He stood by me when I decided to take up weapons and go to Afghanistan, and he guided me through my first forays in the business world. And when the whole world saw in me nothing more than a fucking asshole with a chip on his shoulder, my father never said a word about it.
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