“Keagan,” she says in a breathy voice, and I smile.
It’s not a scream, but my name is on her lips and she sounds like a fucking angel. I’ve fantasized about this countless nights on end, my fingers wrapped around my own dick, coming so fucking hard at the mere thought.
Now that it’s happening, it takes everything just to hold back my own orgasm. I want to come, to fill her up with my hot, milky cream.
I push up again, making space between us. I glance down at her tits before looking at my cock entering her and pulling out again. I’m slick with her juices, and the sight of her hips splayed out for me is fucking unreal.
I balance on one arm, pulling my knee up a bit to keep my balance as I keep thrusting and slide my hands between our merging bodies. I find her clit with my thumb. When I do, she gasps, and her eyes shoot open, finding mine.
I rub her clit in circles as best I can. My rhythm is a little frantic because of me pumping into her, needing to feel her come, her pussy clench around my cock. She opens her mouth, and she’s gasping and moaning, so I’m doing something right.
She’s moving closer and closer to the edge. I can see it by the way her eyes roll back in her head. Her lips are parted, and she’s moaning and whimpering louder now. My name is on her lips again, and it’s enough to push me over the edge as well.
I don’t, though. I’m proud my self-control. I want to keep fucking her as long as I can. I want my cock buried deep inside her for fucking ever.
Dana’s hands are on my shoulders, and she slides one had up to my neck and then my cheeks. She touches my face; her eyes are on mine, and I’m struggling to read the expression on her face. Other than pure erotic bliss, of course.
She licks her lips and swallows before she opens her mouth again, continuing to breathe hard. I slow my pace right down, letting her focus on what I’m doing to her clit.
She produces a throaty groan, and I feel her walls twitch, a precursor to an orgasm where her body will clench down on mine and milk my cock for all it’s worth.
I torture her for a while, slowly moving in and out of her body, drawing circles around her clit, pushing her to the limit. The change in pace allows me to gain control over my own orgasm as well.
Dana moves her hands onto my chest and feels my pecs. I work out every morning, and I know I have the body of a fucking model. I know that I look good.
She bites her lip again, and I grin. Her hands slide down my abs and onto my ribs, and I flinch. She slides her hands onto my back and pulls against me. Her legs wrap around my hips.
She wants more. She wants me to pick up my pace, to ram into her again, harder and harder. Her eagerness is intoxicating.
And who am I to say no?
I let go of her clit and pick up my pace again, pumping into her. My hips pound against her, burying my cock inside her wetness again and again.
My balls slap against her ass, and the sound of our sex fills the room, providing the soundtrack for the night.
Dana
Keagan is better than anyone I’ve ever had. Maybe it’s because of the thrill and the danger of it all. Fucking your stepbrother is supposed to be taboo. But I liked him before my parents met, and apparently, he’s felt the same way all this time.
Or, judging by the way he came onto me, kissing me and instigating sex like it’s all he thinks about, it’s been on his mind even more than on mine.
I’m not complaining. In fact, I can’t even think straight enough to wonder about what we’re doing and why. I’m lost in the sensation of his cock pumping in and out of me. His grunts and my moans fill the room in harmony to the slick sound of our sex and the slapping sound of him hammering into me.
He’s stroking me in all the right places. His cock slides pasts my G-spot again and again, pushing me into a state of bliss. With his thumb, he’s working magic on my clit. The orgasm he’s building deep inside of me tightens my core. The pending ecstasy has my body jerking and spasming already.
I’m aching for a release, lust overpowering me as Keagan plows into me. All I can think about is that I want him to come inside of me. Some animalistic part of me wants him to claim me.
He keeps it up on my clit, his thumb rocking back and forth in the little space he has between his pubic bone and mine. Keagan’s fingers are rough, despite a job that’s not physical, and the friction is driving me crazy.
My breathing comes harder and faster, interrupted when I spasm a little and my breath hitches in my throat. I keep my eyes closed most of the time, getting lost in the bliss of our sex. When I open my eyes, Keagan’s blue eyes are on mine. He’s watching my face, and he has a look of satisfaction on his features.
“You’re so hot,” he says. I can’t concentrate on formulating a response. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”
I nod. Keagan keeps at it, pushing into me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. Slowly, the orgasm builds. My muscles clench, my body goes numb in all the right places, and my skin is on fire. Keagan leans down and kisses me. I open my mouth, letting him enter me with his tongue again. He tastes like pure pleasure. He licks my lips with the tip of his tongue and plants feather light kisses on my mouth.
I moan. I want to orgasm. I need that release.
Keagan removes his hand, and I look at him. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to push me over the edge so I can fall into the abyss. I want him to keep at it until I fall apart beneath.
Keagan stops pounding and pulls slowly out of me. My pussy throbs. I want him back.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
I arch my back, slide my hands over my abdomen and down toward my hips. My body needs the release. My need is so bad it hurts.
“Get on top of me,” Keagan commands and rolls off me, lying on his back next to me.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I roll over and throw my leg over him, straddling him. I lean forward so my breasts are in his face, and he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. I lower my hips and press my pussy onto his shaft. He’s thick and long. I wiggle my hips so that he’s lying along my slit. I move up and down, rubbing my clit against him.
The movement pulls my nipple out of his mouth, and Keagan groans, his hands finding my breasts. He pinches both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tugs at them. The pain is a good kind of pain.
“Are you trying to torture me?” he asks.
I smile and nod, keeping up my rocking. I slid up and down his cock. The friction on my clit sends shivers up my spine.
I’m torturing him, but I can’t hold it much longer, either. I want him back inside of me, and now I’m in charge. I reach down, press his cock up with my fingers, and position my entrance over him. When I sit down on him, he slides into me, and we both moan in unison.
From this angle, Keagan feels even bigger, and I move a little to adjust to his size. I rock my hips a little, getting a feel for him. He puts his hands on my hips and guides me, pushing and pulling.
I lift my ass off him a little and move back and forth so that I’m sliding him in and out of me. Keagan’s mouth is open, his breathing hard. I pick up my pace, moving my hips back and forth, fucking him.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Keagan says in a breathy voice. “Fuck me harder.”
I do what he says. I buck my hips harder, fucking his cock. His eyes roll back in his head, and he moans.
“If you keep it up, I’m going to come,” he says.
“That’s what I want,” I answer.
I sit down on him again so he reaches as far into me as his size allows. I move my hips back and forth, riding him. My knees chafe on the carpet, the skin getting hot and sensitive, but I don’t care.
I want him to come. I want him to come because of me. My breasts jiggle back and forth. Keagan isn’t holding on to them anymore, and they swing freely. The friction, the rocking, the fucking, all turns into a primal rhythm, and I let it take over.
I move faster, watching Keagan’s face, reading his expressio
ns. I can tell when he’s close, and when that happens, I back down. I slow down my pace, stroking him, moving up and down his shaft painfully slow, until he moans in protest, and I’m on the verge of losing control again. Then I pick up the pace, rocking harder and faster, letting my body take over. When that happens, I brace my hands on Keagan’s chest and let my body do what it was made to do.
I lean forward, leaning my breasts on Keagan’s chest and move my torso while I’m bucking my hips, dragging my breasts and erect nipples across Keagan’s chest. I know he can feel me. When I stop, I nuzzle his neck and lick circles on the skin, moving up and down toward his ear lobe. When I take his earlobe in my mouth, Keagan gasps. It’s a soft spot of his, I realize.
I spend more time on his neck, moving my hips slowly up and down, sliding him in and out, taking my time.
“You’re driving me mad,” Keagan says.
His hands are on my hips, and he’s urging me to go faster, his hands guiding me. I only fight him for a short while before my lust and his win out over my intentions to draw things out.
I sit down on him again and start rocking back and forth, riding him. Hard.
Keagan moans. His eyes are on me, moving between my eyes and my nipples. His pupils are so dilated, his irises are a thin blue line around them, and he licks his lips every now and then. Keagan reaches for my swinging breasts and massages them, cups them, and pinches the nipples. I gasp.
I’ve started working up an orgasm again. My clit rubs against Keagan’s pubic bone, sending shocks of electricity through my body. My G-spot is stimulated as well, and the combination makes my body go numb again. I’m getting out of breath. I’m fit, but not that fit.
Keagan reaches up and brushes my hair out of my face. His eyes are warm and gentle, suggesting there’s more than just raw lust at play here. The idea that there might be emotion involved, infatuation perhaps, confuses me.
I can’t think about that now. I crushed on him at school, but he’s been my stepbrother for longer than he hasn’t been, and I don’t know what’s happening.
I shove my emotions away. I don’t want them to interfere with what I’m feeling, with our fucking and our orgasms and the bliss that has wrapped us into a cocoon that shields us from reality.
As soon as I focus on what our bodies are doing, on the friction on my clit and the hard cock inside me, the orgasm washes over me. I cry out and lean forward, my muscles clenching down. I can feel my walls contract around Keagan’s cock, and the feeling is intense. I curl onto his chest, unable to hold myself up, and open my mouth in a silent “O.” I squeeze my eyes shut and let the ecstasy take over.
Keagan isn’t going to let me ride this one out without doing anything. As soon as I’m on his chest, my body rigid and jerking, Keagan wraps his arms around me and starts bucking his hips, fucking me from beneath. I cry out.
His cock rams into me, hard and fast, and the orgasm intensifies even more. I’m swathed in pleasure. Keagan keeps at it, bucking beneath me, using my body to take what he needs. I let myself come undone at the seams and unravel in his arms as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, egged on by Keagan’s insistent fucking.
Keagan groans, stiffening and pulling his arms tight around me so my breasts mash against his chest. His cock is bulging inside me, and it pulsates as he releases, emptying himself out inside me. His head lifts off the floor, and he buries his face in my hair. I can feel his breath, hot on my neck.
He fills me up even more than he has before, and I can feel him pumping out come along the length of his shaft. My orgasm is over, but his release triggers echoes, and I moan in his ear. Keagan’s breath is labored, uneven, and he jerks beneath me.
Finally, when it’s over, he lets go of me enough that I can breathe again. He drops his head back onto the floor. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling against mine, and I can feel his heart hammering against my own ribs.
I look at him. His hair is drenched with sweat, our skin is slick where we’re touching, and Keagan’s eyes are hooded now. His lips are still parted as he tries to catch his breath.
I don’t move. Not yet. He’s still inside me, and I’m lying on top of Keagan, my breasts against his chest, my arms on the floor, and hands on his shoulders. My insides throb with the aftereffects of our sex, and I shiver. I’m getting cold.
Keagan moves his head and tips my chin up toward him with his hand. He kisses me again. This time, the kiss is soft and sensual. His tongue slips into my mouth again, and I swirl my tongue lazily around his, basking in the bliss of a perfect orgasm and fantastic sex.
Keagan
When Dana finally rolls off me, we’re both fucking spent. She lies next to me, her body lax, her legs splayed open a little, her nipples soft. She traces her hand up her body in a sexy way, but it’s languid. Not trying to incite something.
She turns me on anyway. She always fucking turns me on. She milked me dry, but she’s sexy as hell, and that won’t change, no matter how many times I come inside of her.
Which if I have my way, will be a whole fucking lot more.
“That was fucking fantastic,” I say with a sigh.
Dana giggles. “Yeah. It really was.”
She hesitates. I turn my head to her. She looks like she wants to say something.
“What is it?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Do you feel weird?” she asks. “I mean, about this? About having sex?”
I shake my head. I don’t feel anything about it at all. It’s what I’ve wanted for the longest time.
“I’m perfectly happy,” I say. “And satisfied.”
She smiles. God, she’s fucking beautiful. Everything about her radiates with a raw and natural beauty. She’s not high maintenance like the other girls I’ve seen. It’s what I’ve liked about her from the start.
“So, you really wanted to fuck me since we were kids?” Dana asks.
I’m surprised at the way she puts it. She’s straightforward about it. It’s unlike her, but I like it. I nod.
“I’ve been fantasizing about you since just after our parents got married. But I knew I would never be able to have you. Still, you’ve always been on my mind.”
I don’t know if I should tell her that I jacked off to the thought of her all the time. Or that I still do.
Dana frowns. “So, you touch yourself when you think of me?” she asks.
I swallow and nod. Well, if she’s gonna ask point blank, I’m not gonna fucking lie about it. Her lips curl into a smile, and I’m relieved she doesn’t think I’m a total perv.
“I wasn’t joking when I said you’re always on mind. I’ve wanted to do this for a long fucking time, Dana. Longer than I think you’ll feel comfortable with.”
Dana purses her lips together, but her eyes are still smiling at me. I don’t think she minds as much as I thought she might. I’m not sure what that means, but I’ll take it.
“How about you?” I ask. “Do you ever…”
She shrugs. It’s not an answer, and I don’t want to push her. I got to have my way with her tonight, and that’s already pushing it enough.
The sex was fucking amazing. I don’t want to dare hope that we can do it again, but she’s going to live with me. You never know what will happen. Besides, she seems relaxed about it, calm that it happened. She isn’t freaking out, even when we’re not caught up in lust anymore.
That’s a fucking good sign, right?
We lie in silence for a while, lost in our own thoughts. I still can’t believe Dana is lying next to me, naked, after I fucked her. It was just the other day that I watched her hand her business card to the slick fucker who wished he could have what I have now. And here we are, after we fucked, and she’s still here and smiling. I want to pinch myself to know that I’m not dreaming.
But I know it’s not a dream. I can reach out my fingers and touch her. I can still taste her on my lips, feel her on my cock as if a ghost of her sex was left behind. Just to be sure, I lean toward her and plant a
kiss on her lips. She doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back.
The carpet is rough underneath my back now, and the cold plays on my skin. Dana’s skin is riddled with goosebumps, and I know she feels the chill in the air, too.
“Let’s get dressed,” I say. “It’s getting late.”
Dana nods and together we get dressed. We pull our clothes on in silence. Slowly, as I pull each piece of clothing on and fasten it, making myself respectable again, the evidence of what we did slips away until we’re just two people again, standing in the empty living room.
“Let’s go home,” I say.
Dana nods and looks around the place.
“It’s strange that I won’t be able to call this place home anymore. It’s weird seeing it so empty. I don’t think I like it.”
I know what she’s feeling, but a selfish part of me relishes in the idea that she has to stay with me now, that she has no cash to arrange an alternative. If it wasn’t for her being fired and her job search not working out, none of this would have happened.
I’m glad it did. I don’t wish for Dana to fail, but this time, it worked out in my favor.
She walks through her place, switching off lights in the rooms. Finally, she’s ready to leave. She locks up, and we walk to the car together. I’m carrying two boxes for her while she carries her bags.
The drive home is quiet, save for music coming from the radio that I’ve turned down so it’s barely more than a whisper. I want her to be able to talk when she wants to. I want her to say something. I don’t know what, but this silence between us after what we’ve done is disconcerting.
“What do you think people will think?” she asks after she hasn’t spoken for a while.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s taboo for us to be sleeping together. I know it’s modern times, but not a lot of people are going to agree with what we’re doing.”
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