by Lucy Snow
Harrison took his time now that our shirts were both off and there was nothing between us up top, but soon he couldn’t help himself and his face found its way to my breasts. I full on gasped out loud the first time his lips eased their way across my chest from left to right, deftly avoiding my nipples with his caressing tongue.
“Mmmm, Harrison, that feels so good,” I whispered. I hadn’t told him yet, and there was no way for him to know, that my breasts were possibly my most sensitive area outside of my pussy. I’d gotten to a point where I could get myself off just from playing with them, a skill I was privately, well, very privately, very proud of.
But when someone else, say a gorgeous combination of my stepbrother and a soldier decided to focus exclusively on playing with my tits, I was as helpless as possible, reduced almost entirely to a quivering mass of moans and yelps of pleasure. I forgot that I was using my hands to trace the outlines of the muscles on Harrison’s broad back and my arms fell to my sides, splayed out on the bed as I wriggled beneath my stepbrother.
Harrison took this as the invitation it so clearly was and began to explore my breasts with his lips and tongue, with a hand in there too for good measure. I lost track of what he was doing - it was all a blur of heat, wetness, gentle pressure, hot and searing love bites all over, and rubbing my nipples expertly between his fingers.
Harrison’s skill and expertise as a lover was downright unfair, I decided in that moment. How did a man get so good at this? How much practice had he had?
Just as quickly as these thoughts flooded my brain, the disappeared, vanishing into an ether, only to be replaced by realizing I was moaning out loud and making more and more noise.
To Harrison’s credit, he didn’t stop playing with my breasts or teasing me, or turning me on with that sexy hand of his; no, instead of letting me come down from the moment and get ahold of myself, Harrison just reached up and clamped his hand over my mouth, stifling any sound I was making but giving me permission to be even louder, knowing he could keep me quiet.
It felt electric, feeling his hand over my mouth like that. I looked down at his face, and Harrison’s eyes looked back up at me, as if to ask the unspoken question of whether this was OK. I gave him a slight nod, but I knew he could see it in my eyes that whatever he was doing, if it meant we could keep going, I was totally on board with it.
He grinned when he felt my head move, and then he buried his face back between my breasts. I couldn’t help but arch my back against the mattress of my bed, trying to push my upper body even closer to his face. I wanted to feel him as close to me as possible.
I just couldn’t explain it - my formerly-hated stepbrother had turned me into a quivering mess with such ease that it shocked me. Where had all this sexual tension between us come from? Had it been welling up all this time, and finally the dam broke, and now all we could do was let ourselves be carried along for the ride?
A new welcomed assault on the undersides of my breasts banished these questioning thoughts again, and I responded by digging my fingers into Harrison’s back. He stopped for a moment and moaned, smiling at me, and dramatically over-emphasizing the volume of his moan.
He was making fun of me!
“Jerk!” I mouthed against his heavy hand still pressed against my face, keeping me quiet.
He moved his hand away for a second. “What was that?” Harrison asked, still licking my nipples, aching with how herd they were, and pressing against his fingers and lips.
“I said, you’re a jerk!”
He clamped his hand back down. “Yeah, I am, but you didn’t need to point it out. If you can’t say anything nice, Laurel…” he trailed off as I felt another wave of pleasure threatening to tear me apart.
“Fine, fine, I’ll be nice” I said, but my words came out as gibberish. Truth was I didn’t want Harrison to move his hand away from my mouth. While I wasn’t especially proud of it or anything, I was comfortable with being a little loud during sex, and with our parents so close by, I was glad Harrison was helping out in keeping me a little more quiet.
It was almost like he was taking responsibility for something! Did I dare allow myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, Harrison had turned over a new leaf? That maybe his declaration of love for me was more than just an expression of lust?
Had he really become a new person?
I didn’t even have time to think about it anymore, as Harrison’s attention to my breasts over the last few minutes brought me so close to orgasm that I was panting, my mouth open under his hand, begging him inaudibly to keep going and let me cum.
Somehow Harrison knew what was happening, could feel my body pulse under his with shocks of light all over, and doubled down, focusing even more on my tender boobs and nipples.
I couldn’t see straight anymore, everything felt so good, and for a few moments as the waves of orgasm crashed over me I just shook and convulsed against the bed, covered in my sweat. If Harrison’s hand hadn’t been in front of my mouth the sounds of my mewling and moaning would have woken the dead in the cemetery a few miles over.
I couldn’t take anymore, as I shook and came down off my orgasm’s comfortable bed made of sound and light, and I had to push Harrison away from my breasts with weak hands before he got the hint and leaned back, running his hands over his face and head, and working out the soreness in his tongue.
I must have laid there for a minute or so, just breathing heavily and barely recognizing the familiar surroundings of my room. I did recognize, however, Harrison’s smiling face above me.
“How was it?”
I closed my eyes and sank back into my bed, running my hands all up and down like I was creating a snow angel, just feeling the sensation of the cool sheets against my skin just now relaxing and coming down off the fierce power of my orgasm. “It was wonderful,” I breathed, finally opening my eyes and looking up at him. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” Harrison chuckled. “And don’t get too comfortable - we’re not nearly done yet.”
I could have been done in that moment. As much as I wanted more of him, and I was shocked at how little we’d actually done together just now but how amazing it had felt, I was also almost worn out. The exertions of the evening, both good and bad, came flooding back.
But, just as fast as I felt the last sharp pangs of pleasure from my orgasm fade away, a new need replaced them - or, rather, a reawakening of an old need.
I needed Harrison to slip his cock inside me.
I needed him to feel me.
I needed my stepbrother to fuck me.
“Please, Harrison…” I trailed off before I could say anymore, the lust and desire thick and heavy in my voice. I could barely open my eyes, I wanted him so badly.
“Yes?”
“Please, Harrison, I need it…”
“Yes, Laurel, say it. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you, Harrison, I need you…”
“You need me to what?”
I gritted my teeth and forced my eyes open. Harrison had moved right up above me; our faces were mere inches apart, and I could almost reach my head up and kiss him right on the lips. I had a hunch he kept me just out of range, though, on purpose.
He wanted me to work for it.
And in this state, wound up as tight as I was, after that crashing orgasm he’d given me just using his hand and mouth on my tits alone, I’d work for it. I’d be only too happy to do so.
“I need you inside me.”
“That’s getting closer, but it’s not quite what I want to hear, and you know it, Laurel.” His eyes clouded over, and it was almost like he was someone else. “Say it, Laurel.”
I exhaled, sharply, and moaned long and soft, this time keeping myself in check and not getting it get too loud. “I need you to fuck me, Harrison. I need your cock inside me.”
And with that, Harrison ducked his head down and planted his lips firmly on mine. My mouth stayed open and his tongue pressed into me and we danced together
with our lips like that. When he finally broke away, Harrison grinned at me. “Just like that, babe. Just what I wanted to hear.”
In all my lingering around after my first orgasm I hadn’t been paying attention to Harrison’s hands, but they hadn’t disappeared or taken even so much as a break - they were still rubbing up and down the sides of my torso while Harrison got me to say those magic words, and now that I’d said them it was as if I’d unlocked a more primal side of him.
His hands found their way to the waistband of my panties and my breath caught in my throat as he teased me, playing with the elastic and brushing his fingers over my hot and wet sex. I could feel how damp my panties were and I wished he’d just take them off, but Harrison seemed more interested in getting me all riled up before he started again, and I wasn’t going to argue. I was having too much fun, even if every individual moment felt like sweet and delicious torture.
I’d surrendered completely to my stepbrother, and I couldn’t wait for what would happen next. The very sensation, all the ideas of what he might do to me were enough to get me all hot and bothered all over again, even without his gentle yet forceful touch.
Finally, a minute later, I couldn’t take it any longer and begged, “Harrison, please, take them off me. Don’t tease me like this.” My voice was husky and low with desire. I sounded like a different woman, such was his hold over me.
“Just a moment longer, babe,” he assured me, and kept moving his hands as if my panties weren’t even there. The thinnest silk came between his rough fingers and my most sensitive parts, but all I wanted in that moment was for them to disappear so he could manhandle me any way he wanted.
I was breathing heavily, lifting my head up to watch him as Harrison guided his hands up and down my legs and thighs. Flailing about for a moment, my hands settled on my pillow, so recently used and then forgotten, and moved it closer to me so I could prop my head up and get a better view.
Harrison took that moment to bury his head into me, breathing in deep against the silk of my panties. “Mmm, Laurel, you smell amazing,” he whispered, making eye contact with me for a brief moment before looking down again at my pussy. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Don’t, then,” I almost cried out, but managed to keep to a strident whisper at the last second. “Please, Harrison, take them off, it’s too much. I need you. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Finally he listened to me and gripped the waistband of my panties on either side with his fingers, sliding them down and off my legs in one clean motion with my help. He took my panties, now free of my legs, and stuck them in front of his nose, taking one last deep breath before throwing them off the bed to join the rest of our clothing.
The cool air of the room over my sensitive and wet pussy made me ache, but soon Harrison’s heat came back down and I felt his manhood pressing up against me, now with even less in between us. “Your pants, now, please Harrison,” I croaked, wanting, needing, his cock inside me without delay. “Don’t make me wait like this any more.”
Without a word, Harrison moved away from me and I gasped, feeling all alone the moment our skin broke contact and wanting him against me as soon as possible. I closed my eyes and pressed my head into the pillow, aching to feel him touch me again. I heard shuffling off the bed and smiled to myself, knowing I was getting closer to having his cock inside me, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
When I reopened my eyes a few moments later Harrison stood at the foot of the bed, completely naked. A few hours ago, which seemed like forever ago now, I’d seen him just as naked in the full light of the bathroom, and now I was kicking myself for not taking the chance to check him out in a way that gave him credit.
To be fair, even in the darkness and soft streetlight that poured into my room, my stepbrother Harrison looked gorgeous. The expert artisan who’d carved his body out of marble probably wasn’t allowed to do any more work after he was done with Harrison. I licked my lips again.
Those broad shoulders, that tapered and narrow waist, muscle everywhere, rippling and undulating at as he moved…Harrison was enough to make my mouth water, and that was before I learned how good he was at touching me.
“Come here,” I moaned, “Don’t stay so far away.” Harrison hesitated before coming back to the bed. “What’re you worried about?” I lay there, naked, waiting for him, reaching my arms up to try and entice him back.
He smiled. “Nothing,” he set one knee on the bed and placed his hands back on either side of me. “I just know that once we start we won’t be able to stop.”
“Who wants to stop?” The underlying question rang out in the room despite no one saying it. We were stepsiblings - did we really want to do this? This was a line that could only be crossed once, and after that it would disappear.
This was a bell we wouldn’t be able to unring.
“I sure don’t.” And then his lips were back on mine and words were unnecessary again. We kissed like each other’s mouths were the only source of air in the room.
Now that we were free from the modern restrictions of clothing, I could feel Harrison’s steely hard cock press against my heated pussy, and just the touch alone made me gasp as he lightly brushed over me with its swollen head. I pressed my upper back against the mattress, thrusting my waist out, trying to get him to slip inside me, but Harrison played cagey and kept back, teasing me mercilessly.
I pleaded with him with my eyes as we kissed hard, but he didn’t make eye contact. When he moved his face back down to my breasts, I thought about saying something, but decided to hold my tongue, just as I lost control of speaking again, Harrison’s tongue darting around my nipples.
It was a fresh new amazingly pleasurable torture.
All the while, Harrison pressed the considerable length and girth of his cock against my, slowly moving it up and down, rubbing it against my and driving me wild.
“Please, Harrison,” I murmured finally, unable to keep it in any longer, “please fuck me…”
Harrison locked eyes on me, and I focused on him, words unspoken. I knew what he was doing, and I did my best to help, stopping my shaking and lying still.
Harrison reached down, propping himself above me on one elbow, and I felt his other hand run over my slick wet pussy, gathering some of my juices and coating his cock in them. It was unnecessary; I was so wet and turned on that he could have slid right in without even stopping.
Which is exactly what Harrison did. I gasped out loud, glancing at the door as a reflex before looking back at Harrison. His eyes never left mine, and I felt him press his thick cock into me, stretching me out and making me pant with pleasure.
Sparks.
Lightning.
Electricity.
All of the above. Going slowly at first, it took a few seconds for Harrison to get his entire length inside me and for me to adjust. He watched my face for signs I was in pain, but he felt way too good for me to even dream of asking him to slow down. At some point in his preparations, Harrison had slipped a condom on, and I appreciated that he was being the responsible one.
When he was all the way in, he paused, kissing me hard. I welcomed him in, feeling us connect upper and lower. By now my hands were at my sides, gripping the sheets of the bed as Harrison slowly moved in and out of my pussy.
Once we got a rhythm down I moved with him, moaning at the end of each stroke and tensing up whenever he took the opportunity to remove himself from me entirely. Each time, he would smile at my long lost look and then push back in, bringing sighs of pleasure out me all over again.
Meanwhile, as he picked up the pace, Harrison’s hands roamed over my body, caressing me and setting my skin on fire with need.
I couldn’t believe it.
My stepbrother was inside me.
My stepbrother was fucking me.
And I loved it.
Harrison picked up the pace, pushing in and out of me with increasing speed, both of us moaning at the same time with the new sensations. I let go
of the mattress and clasped my hands around Harrison’s neck to hold on and move with him, and he grinned at me. I traced the intricate dark lines of his tattoos with my fingers, vowing to explore them for hours some other time.
The charges coursing through me were getting stronger, and I pulled him into me even more greedily as I got closer and closer to cumming for the second time. I could feel from the way Harrison’s cock pulsed inside me that he was getting close too, and I licked my lips at the thought of us cumming together. I looked up at him, saw his body move together with mine, in and out of me, igniting such feelings of passion in me, and I nearly went over the edge right there.
Harrison clearly had the same idea and pumped in and out of me. Sensing we were getting near the point of no return, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled Harrison into me as deep as he could go, just as we exploded together.
I felt his cock pulsing inside me, and I threw myself back as the waves of my orgasm took me over. If the bed hadn’t been there to stop me I’d have fallen forever without caring, it felt so wonderful in that moment. I felt everything, the pulsing of my own heart, the pulsing of my pussy, everything, from the ends of my hair to the tips of my curling toes.
Harrison stopped holding himself above me and I felt his full weight pressing me down while I watched him cum, the most peaceful look of calm on his face.
This was the perfect way to end an evening.
Chapter 08 - The Morning
The next day I woke up around 10. I don’t know how long it had taken me to pass out, but I was glad Harrison was gone before anyone noticed we were in the same room. It had been a long night and I needed a good sleepin, especially after what Harrison and I had done once we got back.
Thankfully I didn’t have anything planned in the morning so I could relax and take my time. Nothing like an eventful night at the bar coupled with an almost-assault to make you appreciate the warm blankets and pillows of your childhood bed, even if the sheets were covered in Pokemon cartoons.