by Aubrey Irons
We joke playfully during interviews, pose for funny pictures. We even do a small segment on “Good Morning to the Nation” where Hunter laughs and nods on camera that “yes, he’s so glad to have finally gotten the younger sister he’s always wanted” before he playfully tickles me.
Which I’m sure has every soccer mom in the country biting their lip and thinking something extremely unwholesome about the very wholesome young man grinning his way into their fantasies from the TV. We’re the step-sibling duo from a sitcom; the all-American, cheery, witty-bantering, fun, wholesome Madison and Hunter, residents of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
In private though, it’s a very different dynamic.
In private, he consumes me. In private, he does things to me I’ve never imagined that have me whimpering and begging for more. I crave it deeper, and darker; I want everything with him. I want him even more when he ties me to the four-post bed in my room and fucks me bare; fucks me with his fingers in my mouth to keep me from screaming. I want him even more when he bends me over the edge of the luxurious big white tub in my master bathroom and takes my ass again as he rubs my clit.
It’s all behind closed doors, all hidden away in the secret shadows where no one can see.
And I love being his dirty, wicked, naughty little secret.
The plane levels out as we hit cruising altitude, and I can finally relax.
That is, until Emma turns back around and I feel Hunter’s hand drop to my knee. I grin as I turn and flash him a look.
“Careful,” I whisper, nodding my head towards Emma and Dexter and some of the Secret Service guys sitting towards the front of the cabin.
Hunter just shrugs and moves his hand a little higher. It’s nothing obscene, but it’s not like it wouldn’t raise eyebrows and some serious questions if someone were to walk back here and see his hand resting on my thigh like that.
Let’s just say it’s hardly a gesture that fits the whole “wholesome step-siblings” narrative.
“Have I ever mentioned how much I like you wearing these damn skirt-suits?” He murmurs into my ear, sending a little shiver down my back.
“It’s all Emma and the rest of the PR team,” I say quickly, biting my lip as I feel his strong fingers tease across my thigh, inching towards the hem of my skirt.
“Well remind me to send them a thank-you card,” he says with a smirk as his hand slides higher.
We’re twenty minutes into the five hour flight to go join my mother and Alec for the international renewable energy summit she’s speaking at in San Francisco, and I’m already spreading my legs wider to give Hunter better access to what lies between them.
I grip my armrests again like I did during take-off, but this time, my eyes are wide open and darting across the backs of the seats a few rows in front of us where Emma and Dex are sitting.
This time, I’m not gasping in fear, this time, I’m sucking in air and trying not to make a sound as Hunter’s fingers find the front of my panties and rub gently across them. This time, it’s not turbulence or vertigo I feel in the pit of my stomach, it’s a need for the man sitting next to me.
“I need to taste you,” he suddenly growls in my ear, his lips nipping at the lobe.
I bite my lip as I grin at him. “That might be a little hard to be covert about here,” I say quietly, nodding again towards the occupied seats in front of us.
“It’s a big plane.”
I turn to him, my brow raised and the thrilling promise of both trouble and pleasure that I get whenever he looks at me like that burning through me. “You’re serious?”
He shoots a glance towards the front of the plane before he pulls my hand into his lap, and I blush as my fingers find him rock-hard and ready. “I dunno, doll, you tell me.”
“Incorrigible,” I whisper, grinning at him.
“Says the girl who’s practically leaving a puddle on the seat,” he growls into my ear, making me blush and squirm in my seat. His fingers press against the cleft of my pussy through my panties as he whispers again into my ear. “I think we should join the club.”
I frown. “The club?”
Hunter grins wickedly at me. “As in, mile-high club.”
My eyes widen at him as I feel the heat bloom in my face. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m totally serious,” he says, his finger dragging up and down the front of my panties in a maddening way.
I swallow the moan and look up into his eyes. “And how exactly would you suggest we pull that off here?”
He grins, “Easy. Meet me in the back bathroom in five minutes.”
He unbuckles his seatbelt and starts to get up before I can even process what he’s just said.
“Wait!” I hiss, pulling at his shirt sleeve. “We can’t just…go back there.”
“Sure we can. Like I said, it’s a big plane.”
The need for him is real. The hunger to taste his lips and feel his thickness driving inside of me has my blood roaring in my ears, but at the same time, I’m trying to tell myself how bad of an idea this is.
How dangerous it is.
“What if they come looking for us?”
Hunter rolls his eyes and nods towards the front of the plane, where Emma is typing frantically and Dexter is half-asleep with headphones on.
“We’ll be fine. Oh, and Maddie?” He leans down as if grabbing something from his seat next to mine, but instead his hand slides under my skirt and brushes against my wet panties again. “You should probably just go ahead and leave these here.” He winks at me, “Five minutes.”
And then he’s strolling nonchalantly towards the back of the plane, leaving me breathing heavily with the wicked little thoughts tumbling through my head.
It’s terrible idea, really. There’s so much room for us getting caught in his plan that it’s insane to even think about. Sure, I want him, and I’d love to feel his hands and his mouth on me, but what he’s suggesting is ludicrous.
Right?
‘As in, mile-high club.’
I roll my eyes and try and push the thought of riding Hunter’s cock in the bathroom of the plane out of my head.
Ridiculous, I tell myself, crossing my arms over my chest and fidgeting in my seat. It’s a silly idea.
Except it’s an idea that just won’t leave my head, and one that actually grows the more I try not to think about it. I’m imagining straddling his lap and sinking own on that big cock of his, and riding him while we cruise at thirty thousand feet. I picture him bending me over the sink and fucking me from behind, my hands against the mirror and my eyes locked on his through the reflection.
Goddamnit.
He’s too good at this. He’s too good at planting this little seed inside my head and just letting it grow until I can’t resist it anymore. And here he’s gone and done it again, because before I know it, I’m glancing once more at the front of the plane before reaching under my skirt.
My pulse is pumping at what feels like a million miles an hour as I slowly peel the panties down my legs, and even while I’m chiding myself for actually doing this, I’m stuffing them into my purse and smoothing my skirt as I stand.
I glance once more at the front of the plane, seeing that no one’s paying attention, before I turn and start to walk towards the back of the plane. I wring my hands together and it feels like every eye on the plane is burning into my back even though I know they aren’t even looking.
But deep down, I know I love this. I love the thrill of it, the heady rush of adrenaline from always being on the brink of “being caught”, and I love the almost chemical rush I get from doing it with him.
Hunter opens the door right as I timidly knock, as if he knew I was there. I’m breathing heavily, standing there in the hallway for half a second almost like I’m still making up my mind if I’m actually going to do this, when he yanks me inside and shuts the door behind me. The next thing I know, I’m moaning as his mouth is on me in an instant, his lips crushing hard against my own as my body molds against h
is.
His hand slides up my leg, and I’m already trembling and gasping as his fingers find me wet and bare. He arches a brow at me as if surprised that I actually left my panties behind.
“Good girl,” he murmurs into my ear, and I moan as he slips a finger inside of me.
I could tease and be teased by him in this little bathroom for the whole five hour flight, but I need him inside of me, right then. I’m tearing at his belt and shoving his pants down before my hand curls around his cock, stroking him as his tongue slips into my mouth.
I’m pushing him away and grinning wickedly at him as I turn around and press my hands against the mirror, tossing my hair out of my face as I look back over my shoulder at him.
“I need you to fuck me.”
Hunter’s eyes flash with heat, his jaw tightening as he grips his cock in his hand and moves towards me.
“Fuck me,” I husk out, feeling his hands slide over my ass and his cock press against the slippery wetness of my pussy. I look back at him once more, “Don’t be gentle.”
I cry out as I lurch forward, my hands splayed across the mirror as Hunter drives his cock balls-deep in me on the first stroke. He grinds against me, pressing the head of him deep inside before he pulls back, only to thrust in again. Pleasure rolls over me as he starts to drive into me again and again, his hands tight on my ass, holding my skirt around my waist as he buries that wonderful dick in me again and again.
His palm comes down across my ass, making me whimper and clench around him as the heat blooms across my skin.
“Oh fuck yes…” I moan out, clawing at the glass under my nails as Hunter fucks me hard and fast. His hips are a blur as they slap against mine, his hands alternating between spanking my ass and teasing over the skin as he drives his big cock into me again and again, hitting that perfect sweet spot on every thrust.
This is madness, and utterly insane, but I can’t say no to any of it. This is wild, and explosive, and I know it’s only a matter of time before the whole thing blows up in our faces, but I know there’s no way I’m walking away from this. I’m lost in him, and I’m being consumed by him, and I’m pretty sure I love it.
I’m pretty sure I love—
I let that thought trail off as I feel his hands sliding around to run his fingers over my clit. I gasp as his fingers slide across my slippery lips, feeling the place where we join and letting his thumb roll across my clit. He’s straight up fucking me, slamming into me again and again like a man possessed, driving forward against the counter with every thrust and dominating me in a way that has my mouth hanging opening and my fingers barely holding on to that last ledge before I fall.
“I want to feel you come for me, Maddie,” he growls, leaving forward to husk the words into my ear. “I want to feel that sweet, tight little pussy come all over my cock, while I fuck you in this bathroom like a dirty, dirty girl.”
I barely manage to bury my mouth against my arm as the cry comes tearing out of me, and as he grinds deep, I feel the whole world sort to fall away around me.
“Come for me, Maddie,” he whispers. “My naughty girl.”
And that does it. The jolt of my climax freezes my body before I just explode for him, feeling the electric roar of my orgasm tear through my body and explode out through the ends of my fingers and my toes. Hunter drives in deep one more time, and I feel his cock throbbing and pulsing as he releases his hot cum inside me. He throws his head back in a silent roar as he slams into me, emptying every drop in me.
And when we make our descent into San Francisco four and a half hours later, I don’t even feel the turbulence, or flinch when the wheels come down, or make a single peep as we touch down across the tarmac.
Because I know there’s absolutely nothing to worry about.
35.
I spend the last four and a half hours of the flight holding her hand.
What the hell is going on with me?
I mean, sure, I’m also grinning away thinking about how I just fucked her brains out in the bathroom, but it’s more than that; a fucking lot more than that.
Because somehow when I wasn’t looking, this girl became everything to me. She’s somehow taken over my mind, and slipped her way inside my heart. I want to be crude and say it’s because she has a “magic pussy” or something even filthier about the fact that she’s not only let me, but asked me to take her ass twice more since that night in the Oval Office.
I want to say this is just us having fun, and keep pretending that this is just fun, dirty, kinky sex between two people who happen to have a fun time with each other.
Those might be part of it, but I’d be a fucking idiot and a liar if I thought that was the whole story. Because it’s so much more than that.
It’s the fact that she’s the first thing I want to see when I wake up and the last thing before I fall asleep. It’s that I absolutely hate that I can’t really sleep in her room because that’s pushing it with the bodyguards and security and the scrutiny, and I hate that those are the kind of thoughts I’m having.
I’ve fucked a hundred women, and never once been upset when I couldn’t spend the night. Hell, I’ve mostly been pissed when I felt like I did have to; always looking for an exit, a way out.
I’m not looking for an exit right now; not with her.
Part of me feels a pang of jealousy when we get to the hotel and I see all the other agents scoping the place out, running through plans with hotel security, and keeping an eye on things as we step from the motorcade and wave to the crowd of onlookers.
None of them know, of course, that I could probably still smell Maddie’s pussy on my fingers from the quick fun we had in the backseat of the Escalade on the way from the airport. And I’m also betting none of them imagine that Maddie literally just finished swallowing a load of my cum not five minutes before we pulled up.
It’s amazing how much fun it is to know something everyone else doesn’t.
But yeah, there’s a little bit of jealousy watching these guys do the job I worked so hard to get. The job I gave up when Eleanor and my dad went public.
We check in, and I realize that Maddie and I get a whole fucking wing of the hotel to ourselves, and that pang of regret somehow gets smoothed right over. Thirty minutes later, when I’m sneaking across the hall into her room, stripping down, and joining her in the shower, I’ve already forgotten about any sort of job-related bullshit.
Let ‘em sweep for bomb traces, and scope around for sniper spots, or double check egress plans; I’m far too busy sinking my cock inside of this girl to even think about that.
Except later, when we’re lounging on the bed, Maddie napping with her head on my chest and my hand stroking her hair, my mind does start to wander to other things again. Everything I don’t want to think about suddenly starts to bubble to the surface then, before I can shove it back down.
Because, yes, this right here is perfect. This moment in time right here in bed with Maddie’s cheek against my chest and her leg over mine as she breathes slowly in her sleep is perfect. But what happens when this thing hits the wall? In a few months, I know it it will.
In a few months, we’re not going to be “almost the first step-siblings” we’re actually going to be step-siblings. Right now, we’re having fun, and pretending nothing can touch us, but as much as we don’t want to think about it, the wedding will change all that. Unofficially, the wedding between her mom and my dad is the end of everything we’re doing here. Because like it or not, Maddie and I, and whatever this thing is, has an expiration date.
And I fucking hate it.
36.
“What is it about backstage areas that gets me so hard for you?”
I smirk, feeling Hunter’s lips against my ear as we wait in the wings of the auditorium stage for my mother’s final address to the audience. That’s why we’re here, to trot out after she’s done wowing them to wave and bring it all home.
At this point, I get it. I get the pageantry of it all, and I unders
tand that this is all part of the wildly stressful job my mother willingly does every day. So what, I have to smile on stage here and there for front page stories and political blogs about how “fierce” or how “bold and inspiring” my mother is?
There are worse jobs, really.
I grin and turn at Hunter’s words, smiling up into his face while we’re hidden in the shadows like that.
“Probably because you’re the creepy stalker-type and women alone in dark, shadowy areas just do it for you,” I say with as much mock sincerity as I can muster on my face.
He snorts out a laugh as I cave and stick my tongue out at him. “Pegged; you got me.”
He kisses me then, and it’s something tender and hot as it sears across my lips and radiates through my whole body.
“Or maybe it’s because it reminds me of first meeting you,” he says with a grin as he pulls away.
This time it’s my turn to laugh. “Ahh, yes, our sweet and romantic first encounter.”
I roll my eyes as I wrap my arms around his torso, “They should really option that for a movie deal at some point.”
“They have, but you need to be eighteen and have a credit card in order to see it.”
I laugh as he kisses me again, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.
“Or maybe,” he whispers against my lips. “Maybe I just like having you all to myself away from all the bullshit of the world.”
“That works,” I whisper with a grin as I kiss him again.
The sound of muffled laughter and footsteps has us backing away from each other as Emma comes stomping around the corner with Dexter in tow.
“Oh!” She says quickly, her eyebrows shooting up behind her glasses before she quickly smiles. “Why hello you two, come here often?” She’s grinning oddly at me; almost as odd as her trying to make a weird joke for the first time since I’ve actually known her.