by Tia Wylder
“Here, this should help, okay?”
Derek took the glass with a shaky hand and drank until the glass was empty. His eyes were glassy and bleary, but he kept trying to focus on me.
“Emma…” Derek trailed off.
“What?” I frowned, leaning closer. “I can’t hear you. Are you okay?”
“You’re beautiful,” Derek mumbled, closing his eyes and slumping against the wall.
“Derek?”
He didn’t reply.
“Derek!” I shrieked, stepping closer.
The sound of laughter from behind me made me whirl around.
“He’ll be fine,” Damien said dismissively. “He’s just passed out. Trust me, it’s happened before.” He stepped closer and smirked. “Gee, Emma, you’re a college girl – haven’t you ever gotten drunk and thrown up before?”
“No,” I blushed.
“What a saint,” Damien said sarcastically.
My heart was thudding just from being near Damien.
“Seems my brother has taken quite a shine to you,” Damien said. His voice was low, dangerously soft – like silk. He tossed his head in the air. “Can’t say I blame him, of course. You are quite attractive.”
I flushed. “Thanks,” I whispered.
“Tell me, Emma,” Damien stepped closer. A shiver of lust crawled down my spine, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
“What?” I asked nervously.
Damien reached out and touched my shoulder, gently stroking the exposed skin. His hands were strong and powerful – just watching the look in his eyes was making me wet.
“Do you find me attractive?”
“Uh,” I stammered and blushed. “Yeah, I mean, I guess.”
Damien raised an eyebrow and took another step closer. “You guess?” He smirked.
My mouth felt as dry as sandpaper.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “You are.”
“Attractive?”
All I could do was nod.
“Do you want me to kiss you, Emma?”
I licked my lips.
“Answer me,” Damien demanded in a silky voice. “Do you want me to kiss you or not?”
I nodded.
Damien took hold of my arm, gently pulling me closer. I stumbled, tripping my own feet, and landing against his muscular chest. He slid his fingers under my chin and tilted my face up, then pressed his lips to mine.
It was like I was watching fireworks for the first time. As Damien kissed me, my lower belly tangled and thumped with arousal. My panties were instantly wet, and I moaned softly as his tongue slipped into my mouth. Damien nibbled my lower lip, sucking and biting until I was crying out with wanton lust and pleasure. Insane, delicious sensations that I’d never felt before were racing through my body, making me feel prisoner to my own lust.
I was barely aware of Damien slipping his arm under my legs and scooping me up. When I cried out, he kissed me harder.
“Shhh,” Damien nudged my chin and nipped my neck. “You have to be quiet.”
All I could do in response was squirm and moan. Damien slid a strong hand between my thighs, gently massaging my legs as he carried me out of the bathroom and dropped me softly on the bed. I barely had time to prop myself up before he leaped on top of me, covering me with his muscular bulk.
“God, Emma, you’re so sexy,” Damien purred in my ear. He pressed a thigh between my legs and nudged hard, pressing my clit through my jeans and my panties. The pleasure was intense – it licked through my body like flames of passion. Pulling at Damien’s limbs, I shuddered and moaned. I couldn’t believe this was happening – my own stepbrother was seducing me! But the sensations were heavenly, and I knew with every fiber of my being that I wanted Damien. I wanted him to strip me bare, to enter me, to make me feel a whole new world of delight and passion and lust.
“You’re sexy,” I whispered shyly in Damien’s ear. Tangling my hands in his brown hair, I tugged at his scalp until he groaned with pleasure and shoved his pelvis against mine. Through the material of his trousers, I could feel Damien’s hard cock poking at my thigh. It almost scared me – he was huge!
“I love your tits,” Damien grunted. He slid his hands under the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head, snapping and growling at my breasts. Damien pushed me down on the mattress and crawled between my thighs, nudging and nuzzling at my bra. My nipples were stiff and hard, and I moaned – the sensation of them rubbing against the inside of my bra was exquisite torture.
Each time I arched my back, my wet panties clung to my pussy, making me feel hotter than ever. Damien reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra with an expert touch. As he pulled it away from my body and tossed it to the side, I realized that I no longer felt shy. If anything, I felt bold and confident and sexy, all because of him. This is empowering, I realized. This makes me feel like a real woman.
Damien cupped my breasts in his hands. When he took one of my erect nipples in his mouth and sucked, I thought I would die of pleasure. The sensation of Damien’s sharp teeth against my soft skin was heavenly, and I couldn’t keep from moaning loudly as he pleasured me.
“Shut up,” Damien hissed. He looked up and smirked. “Don’t make me gag you with your own panties.”
The thought of something so wanton made me blush hotly, and I pressed my lips together and nodded.
“Good girl,” Damien purred. He lowered his head to my breasts again and began to suck, nibble, and bite, as I made small whimpers of pleasure and tangled my fingers in his luscious hair.
Damien nudged my legs apart with one of his thighs and pressed his thigh against my crotch. Warm fireworks exploded in my lower belly, and I arched my back, suppressing a loud moan as I felt my clit throb with arousal.
Damien slid his fingers down my round belly, gently tracing my faded stretch marks as he unfastened my jeans and guided them down my hips. Instantly, the room was filled with a musky scent that made me flush – it was the scent of my own arousal, my juices that had soaked through my panties.
“You smell good,” Damien purred. He lowered his head to my belly and kissed, making me squirm and wriggle with pleasure. With one hand, he ripped my panties away from my body and tossed the ruined fabric to the floor. I gasped as Damien got up on his knees and pulled his shirt off, revealing a gleaming, muscular chest. All I could do was stroke my hands over his body and marvel at his perfection as he fumbled with his trousers and yanked them down his legs.
Damien’s cock sprang free – I should’ve known that someone like him would never wear underwear. I could hardly look at him without blushing. He was beautiful, easily the most good-looking man I’d ever seen. His cock was long and hard and thick, and Damien grinned as he took my hand and guided it to his stiff member.
“Up and down, gently,” Damien instructed. “Pleasure me, Emma. Make me feel good.”
I felt awkward as I tried to copy Damien’s smooth motions. He groaned softly, rolling his eyes back in his head. A sudden feeling of power came over me and I smiled – giving someone pleasure made me feel powerful and strong in a way I never would have guessed.
Damien stroked the bare inside of my thigh as I continued to pump his cock up and down. When he plunged a finger inside of me, I cried out loudly, biting my lip until I tasted blood. It felt so good that I could barely breathe. Sweat broke out over my body, and I writhed and gasped on the bed, desperate for more of Damien’s touch.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” He leaned in close and kissed me, licking the sweat from my lips and chin.
“Yes,” I murmured softly, closing my eyes and leaning back on the pillows.
Damien reached into the nightstand and pulled out a foil-wrapped condom. He ripped it open with his teeth, then sheathed his cock in latex and climbed between my legs. Damien steadied himself with a hand on my hip, and I cried out with pleasure as I felt his cock slide deep inside my waiting, wet pussy.
For a moment, it hurt. It stung like a needle as big as a knife, like I was be
ing impaled. But Damien thrust his hips against mine, burying himself to the hilt. He licked his lips and looked down at me.
After a few seconds, the pain melted into a delicious, warm pleasure that filled my whole body. Damien began to rock and thrust, and soon, I was moving my body to the delicious rhythm of lovemaking.
Damien bucked and gasped, driving deeper inside of me with every thrust. Soon, I could feel a coil of pleasure building in my lower belly. Every time Damien’s pelvis slammed against mine, a ripple of pleasure soared through my body, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I was so wet between the legs that we were slipping together like eels, and I closed my eyes as the pleasure grew to a delicious peak.
“Come for me, Emma,” Damien growled in my ear. “I want to feel you come.”
Damien slipped a hand between our bodies. When his fingers brushed against my clit, I bit Damien’s earlobe and moaned softly. The pleasure in my body crescendoed to a high peak, and soon I felt a wave of intense, orgasmic delight tear through my body. It almost felt like someone was gripping me between the legs, forcing me to spasm and shake.
It felt better than anything else had ever felt in my life.
My own response set Damien off – as I wrapped my legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to keep him deep inside of me, he bucked and gasped and groaned. He drove inside of me, all the way to the hilt, then slowed down. As Damien’s body began to shake and quiver with his own orgasm, I closed my eyes and sighed with a happy, content pleasure.
When it was over, Damien climbed off me and flicked the condom into the trash can at the side of Mom and Jack’s bed. He smirked at me.
“Tell your mother that she needs to change her linens,” he said dryly. “I have a feeling she’d appreciate that.”
I flushed hotly as I sank back down on the bed, still sweating and shaking.
What had I just done?
And furthermore…why had I liked it so much?
Chapter Four
I spent the weekend holed up in my room, avoiding Mom and Jack. Damien and Derek hadn’t come by the house since the dinner – after he’d gotten sick and passed out, Derek had woken up and gone home. And I hadn’t heard from Damien since he’d last been inside of me.
Thinking about it was enough to make me shiver.
Everything went smoothly for a few days. I didn’t see either of the twins, and Jack was on a business trip, so I spent some extra time with Mom. But on Sunday, I was surprised to see Derek’s name pop up on my phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Emma, I was wondering if you were free tonight.”
I frowned. “Why? What’s going on?”
Derek laughed, and I felt a twinge of guilt. He has no idea that I slept with his brother…or that it was my first time, I thought anxiously. And I have a feeling that he wouldn’t be happy about it, either.
“That’s a way to treat your friend,” Derek teased.
I flushed, glad that he wasn’t there to see me.
“So, what’s up?”
“One of my best friends from MBA school is getting married tonight on Long Island. I lost touch with him for years, but we ran into each other a few days ago, and he invited me. I was hoping you’d like to accompany me – it’s not far, just on Long Island.”
I blushed. “Oh my gosh,” I quickly added, “I…I’d love that! But I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll pick something up in your size, your mom already gave me your details.”
“Wow,” I bit my lip. “It's almost like you knew that I was going to say yes.”
When he replied, I could tell by the sound of his voice that Derek was smiling. “Well, I hoped you would,” he said. “But I know it’s pretty last minute. Sorry, I didn’t get in touch before – I got really caught up at the office.”
“It’s fine,” I cooed “I’d love to come. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Of course. I’ll pick you up at six, okay?”
I glanced down at my watch. “It’s only four,” I said nervously. “What about my dress?”
“I’ll have it sent over,” he chuckled. “See you soon, Emma.”
As soon as we hung up, I raced downstairs. Mom was sitting in the kitchen, looking through a box of old photos.
“I found these in the attic,” she said. “Look, Damien and Derek as little kids! Weren’t they precious?” She passed a stack of ancient instant photos to me, and I blushed at the sight of my stepbrothers dressed in matching cowboy outfits, football uniforms, and Halloween costumes.
“They were cute,” I said lamely. “Look, I’m going out tonight. Derek asked if I wanted to go to his friend’s wedding.”
Mom beamed. “Oh, honey, I can’t tell you how happy I am to see that you’re finally bonding with your stepbrothers,” she add. “I was a little anxious, you know.”
“Well, yeah,” I wrinkled my nose. “It’s only been five years and all.”
Mom smiled sympathetically. “I know, but you were so young when Jack and I first married. Now that you all are in your twenties, it’ll be much easier. Just you wait, honey – I bet in a few years, you’ll be thick as thieves.”
I blushed hotly, thinking of Damien’s body thrusting against mine.
“Honey?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said quickly. “I’m sure you’re right.”
I’d barely finished talking to Mom when the doorbell rang. A courier was standing there with a giant box.
“This is for Miss Emma Rogers,” he glanced down at his clipboard. “Can you sign?”
When I saw the name on the box – one of the most exclusive designers in New York City – I blushed. I could barely wait for the courier to hand the box over to me before running upstairs in excitement and locking my door. When I opened the box, I actually gasped – the dress before me was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. It was emerald silk, with beading on the front. Short tea sleeves kept it from looking too old or too fussy, and the mid-length hem would be especially flattering on my curvy legs.
My fingers were shaking nervously as I plucked the beautiful dress from its box and laid it gently on my bed. As I undressed, I kept my eyes closed. Groping for the dress, I pulled it over my head and reached behind myself to zip it up. I was relieved – it fit perfectly, almost like it had been custom-made.
When I opened my eyes, I gasped. Standing in front of the mirror was a beautiful woman – not some dumb, shy girl. I grinned. This is perfect, I thought. I can’t believe he got it so right!
“Emma!” Mom yelled from downstairs. “How does it look?”
“You’ll see,” I called back. I couldn’t keep from grinning. Closing my eyes, I took hold of the skirt and twirled around in a long, slow circle, feeling like a princess. It had to be one of the first times in my life where I’d ever felt truly beautiful.
I went into the bathroom and did some light make-up – nothing too heavy, just a light swipe of mascara, some mattifying powder, and a little blush and lip gloss. Then I curled my hair and left it in a half-up, half-down style that I’d seen in the most recent beauty magazine Michael had shoved under my nose. Wait until I tell him and Ana, I thought, giggling. They won’t believe this!
Derek hadn’t just sent a dress – there was a matching pair of high heels, of green silk, nestled in a mess of tissue paper at the bottom of the box. Like the dress, they fit perfectly. I grabbed my purse, gave myself one last look in the mirror, then skipped downstairs with a grin plastered on my face.
“Honey, you look so beautiful,” Mom wiped a tear from her eye.
I rolled my eyes, although I could tell she was being sincere. My mom wasn’t the type to make fake compliments.
“Well, I never went to prom, so now you get to see what I would’ve looked like,” I grinned. “Is Derek here yet?”
Mom shook her head. “It’s just after three,” she continued. “I wouldn’t be worried. He’s very punctual.”
Yeah, I thought, pressing
my nose to the kitchen window and looking outside for any hint of Derek’s car. He’s the nice twin, remember?
Still, I couldn’t deny that thinking of Damien made my heart start to thud in my chest. I didn’t know what it was – he was so arrogant, so cold, and yet I was drawn to him. Whereas sweet Derek was just that…sweet. I felt grateful and lucky that he was taking me to the wedding, but I couldn’t imagine anything happening between us.
Then I remembered the steamy make out session in Derek’s car and blushed.
Seconds later, a gorgeous silver limousine rolled up in front of the house. When I saw Derek emerge from the back, I gasped.