I hugged Tom again, as tight as I could.
“I love you,” I said, in the most sisterly way I could.
“I love you too,” he said, his voice husky with grief. He hugged me back, and I practically melted in his arms. It hurt when he let me go. I walked to the kitchen and made myself lunch.
“Do you want anything?” I called back into the living room.
“I dunno, a sandwich? If you want to make me one.”
I would have jumped into traffic if he asked me. I returned with our food and sat on the couch next to him, as close as I dared. I felt better again, now that we were sitting together. We ate quietly for a moment.
“So,” he asked, “what did you do with your day so far?”
“Not much,” I lied. I just had the most consuming, mind-blowing, blast-me-to-the-fucking-moon-and-beyond-into-another-dimension raging orgasm while dreaming about you ramming my hot little pussy. “I just read a little and hung out.” I squirmed a little, feeling a sexy, electric chill run through my body. I liked it when it was just the two of us, hanging out on a quiet weekday.
“Uh huh,” he said. His voice almost sounded teasing. Shit! Did he know? I scanned Tom’s face for any sign that he had heard my outrageous moaning half an hour ago. He looked bemused; one of his sly smiles was starting to pull at the corner of his mouth. I suddenly wanted to die. He quickly changed the subject.
“I met a girl today.” Shit again! This day was going from bad to worse.
“Uh huh,” I said, trying not to sound disappointed. “What’s she like?”
“I don’t know. She’s totally crazy. And she’s possibly the most sexual person I’ve ever met. You probably wouldn’t get along with her: she’s just so fucking bad, worse than I am. I think I really like her though. And she loves music more than anything, just like I do."
I swallowed hard. It was taking every iota of energy in my body to keep myself from crying. I was devastated, and I couldn’t help it.
He continued, “I don't know, Sasha. Something inside me feels like she could heal me, or like we could heal each other. I finally feel hopeful. I’ve never felt like this before.”
I couldn’t take any more. I tore away from the couch and ran for my room, before Tom could see the hot, bitter tears coursing down my face. I locked myself in my room and sat down with my back to the door. I tried to stop myself from crying, but as soon as I had caught my breath another spasm of grief would shake me, and I would start to sob again.
All the things that were supposed to bring Tom and I even closer--music, sex, the loss we had both survived--didn’t matter, because Tom had found all those things in someone else. And she sounded better than me, like she was interesting and experienced, someone that Tom could really talk to, could really relate to.
But what about me? What about my feelings? Was I going to be left alone in this cold, harsh world, to carry my burdens and stupid desire for Tom by myself? I needed love too, more than I wanted to admit.
I wiped my face, sniffled and stood up. I looked at my face in the vanity mirror next to my bed. I was such an idiot, fantasizing about my stepbrother for so long. Why couldn’t I be like all the normal girls? I walked to my bathroom and washed my face. I didn’t want to see my pathetic reflection in the mirror anymore and avoided it. I knew I looked like a mess. It was stupid to think to that Tom could ever like me.
I heard him through the door. He sounded concerned.
“Sasha, are you in there? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, trying to fight the shaky tremor in my voice. I didn’t want my sadness to come spilling out all over again.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I just felt really sick all of a sudden.”
“Can I do anything? I can run to the drug store if you want me to. Or make you tea?” There he was, the baddest boy in school, practically a criminal, offering to make me tea, because he was trying to think of something, anything to make his stepsister feel better.
“That’s okay,” I said. I opened the door and peeked out. Tom was standing there, looking concerned. I closed the door.
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The next day at school was unbearable. I couldn’t concentrate. Midway through the lecture I simply got up and walked out. Everyone stared at me, including the instructor. Fuck them, I thought. I walked aimlessly until I was at the river. I usually liked to watch it flowing, but now I could see it the way it really was: turgid and ugly, full of trash and dead fish. It was disgusting: dirtier than a gas station bathroom. What was the point of my stupid class anyway? It didn’t matter how hard I studied or how many tests I aced, I never got anything I wanted. I was alone, and nobody loved me.
Dinner passed with heavy silence. My dad was tired from work, and didn’t say much. Tom was in a brooding sort of mood again; he smoldered over his steak and peas with a focused intensity that I couldn’t bear to watch any more. I listlessly poked at my food for about five minutes before I gave up on dinner. I shoved my food away and walked out. My dad looked up, alarmed.
“Sasha, honey...” I didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence. I walked upstairs to my room and closed the door. I turned off the lights and lay in bed, waiting for Death to come and take me.
A few minutes later, I heard a gentle knock on my door. Go away, I thought. Just leave me alone.
“Sasha?” It was Tom. I stared at the ceiling. “Can I come in?”
I paused, willing him away from the door. I just wanted to be alone. I could see his shadow behind the crack of light under the door. It stayed there, unmoving. I could feel his presence there, and his worry. I felt bad that I was making him so anxious, but I almost wanted him to feel a little pain, after the way he devastated me.
“Did Dad send you up here to check on me?”
“Kind of. Can I come in?”
“Okay.”
Tom walked in, closed the door, and sat down on the bed next to where I was laying. He squeezed my knee through the covers. We sat together in the darkness for a moment before he asked me what was wrong.
“I don’t know. Everyone keeps telling me how much fun I’ll have in college, but I know it’s going to be just like high school. Everyone except Katy and Anna thinks I am too stuck up to hang out with them. Not that anyone would want to anyway.”
“You are beautiful. And you’re not stuck-up. That’s stupid.”
“I just want things to be different.”
“They will be. It’s not like the rest of life is a retarded popularity contest, the way high school is.” There was another silence. He squeezed my leg again, but this time it felt different, like he was holding on to me before I slipped away. “I’m going to miss you when you go.”
Then my stepbrother did one of those wild, reckless things that thrilled me so much. He leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I was shocked and started to pull away. Then I kissed him back, hard.
We furiously pressed our mouths, and then our bodies together. I hadn’t kissed a boy since I was a sophomore, and I had almost forgotten how good it felt. I plunged my tongue into his mouth, not wanting to hold back. Our tongues danced together, pressing against each other in every way possible. I loved the way our mouths moved in unison, never leaving each other. Making out with him just felt so right. Our pace became faster, more and more driven. There was something more than simple affection in the tremor of his lips and the furious pressure of his tongue. Pure, raging, torrential, white-hot lust.
His lips departed from mine with a wrenching suddenness. Our hard foreheads pressed together and I craned towards him, wanting his mouth again. I didn’t get a warning before he stood up and grabbed the waist of my sweatpants. He violently pulled them off, along with my panties. I lay there in the bed, in the dim moonlight that made it through the curtains, my little pussy bare and ready for him. We made out again, slowly and deliciously, and then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my little flower. I gasped and held him tightly, an earth
quake of ecstasy shuddering through my body. He groaned with pleasure and pressed into me, his plundering cock halted by my tightness and the thin little barrier of my innocence.
“Oh shit, sis, you’re so tight!”
I loved the nasty way he called me ‘sis’ as he tried to fuck me. I grabbed his ass and tried to pull him into me. We strained together, then he roared like a savage as he forcefully burst his thick, rock-hard shaft through my hymen and into my virgin, velvety sheath.
I howled with ecstasy, my thin little body impaled on his massive cock. My walls strained and spasmed, trying to contain his monster girth. Pleasure or pain? I couldn’t tell the difference. He started to pull out, and the movement sent shudder after shudder of unspeakable sensation sweeping through me. I was being drowned in a violent surf of bliss and agony. It was the ultimate feeling. None of my fantasies had prepared me for this. They all seemed so pale now, so dim and forgotten, useless ghosts which could hold no candle against this raging apocalypse of passion that had exploded between us, and was carrying my soul, like a tattered leaf in a hurricane, to Nirvana.
“Deeper,” I managed to groan, my brain lost somewhere between the violent surf of my ecstasy and the bliss of some strange, dark, endless sky. “Deeper, baby.”
Tom’s body was heaving, helpless against the hot pleasure of my insides. He gasped with agony and pulled himself even deeper into me. I wiggled under him, moaning deliriously. I seemed to have loosened enough to accommodate him, but just barely. Tom was sweating. He was limp with pleasure, even as his rock-hard shaft throbbed inside of me, trying to make itself even harder.
“Baby, I think I’m stuck.”
I limply held his hair, ragged with desire. “I don’t care, big brother, just fuck me as hard as you can. There’s only one way to get you out of my tight little pussy, and that’s to fuck me until you cum. I need you to leave all your hot, white cum inside my little hole. Can you do that, big brother? Fuck your little sister’s tight little hole like she’s a little cum slut. Fuck me hard.”
“Baby,” he gasped, “I can‘t move. You’re just so fucking tight, and it just feels too fucking good.”
“I don’t care,” I whined, “finish me now!”
Our bodies started to rock together. Each undulation washed another wave of hot pleasure through me.
“Do you like fucking me?” I moaned, “Do you like fucking your little sister?” Tom was at a loss for words.
“Baby...you’re so...bad.”
“Call me sis again. Teach your sis how to be your little cum slut.” Tom was still firmly lodged in my wetness, but my pussy started to relax and loosen as we moved together, and he started to thrust. The thought of my stepbrother fucking me--actually fucking me, drove me insane with lust. I bucked my hips wildly as his thrusts became longer and longer, and then he started to rage, pummeling his hard cock into my delicate wet sex with all of his fury.
I shrieked with ecstasy every time his thick cock rammed into me, and my little yelps only seemed to drive him onward. He violently grabbed my legs and wrenched them apart, holding my little body in place so he could fuck me harder and harder, taking all the pleasure he could from my body. I lay helpless on the bed as he violated me, enjoying every second. His thrusts grew shorter, even more frenzied.
“Oh shit, sis, I think I’m going to cum!” I realized how close to the edge I was myself. The thought of him exploding inside of me nearly sent me over. He drove one final thrust into me, then let out a tortured grunt as he surrendered to the grip of his climax. I came as I felt his hot wetness firing into me, filling me up more than I could hold. My orgasm blasted through my body, having its way with me just as Tom had.
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I woke up alone the next day, stiff and sore. The spot where Tom had been lying next to me was still warm. I rolled over into it, breathing in his scent. The dawn was peeking through the window. I figured Tom had snuck away a few minutes before my dad usually got up. What would happen when I moved out and went to college? How would I see Tom? Could he come with me? We only had four weeks left to be with each other.
I got up and dressed. My whole body was sore, but I felt completely satisfied in a way I had never felt before. I walked downstairs, and Tom and dad were sitting around the table, eating breakfast. Tom and I locked eyes, briefly and awkwardly, before I sat down with my orange juice.
“I’m sorry about the band,” Dad said. Tom shrugged it off. He seemed much more relaxed, happier.
“It’s whatever,” he said. I salaciously ran my hand up his leg, under the table. He almost choked on his cereal when I touched his cock. His hand found mine and held it, over his pulsing shaft. It was starting to throb, wanting me again. Soon it was rock hard. I stroked it through his pajamas. My dad looked at his watch.
“Oh crap, I need to run. Tom, can you run upstairs and grab my laptop? I need to go right now.” He jumped up and swung on his coat. Tom’s eyes danced in panic. I laughed and ran for the stairs.
“I’ll get it for you, daddy!”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” I ran back down the stairs with his computer bag and handed it to him. “Give your father a hug." I hugged him. He looked at me and Tom, looking proud and happy. “Here we are: the family's still together. We've made it through a lot." He leaned over to hug Tom, who didn't want to move away from the table. He gave Dad a sort of awkward, sideways hug, making sure not to move his crotch away from under the tablecloth.
I exploded with laughter as soon as Dad left for work. Tom tried to grab me, and I squealed with mock fear, trying to run away from him. I didn't get very far before he cornered and grabbed me. He picked me up and carried me to the couch as I giggled and squirmed, trying to escape. He threw me down on the couch and pinned me to it, ready to violate me again. I knew that it would be even better this time.
“Kneel on the floor,” he commanded firmly, his deep voice suddenly thick with lust. I complied, not sure what he had in mind, but ready to receive his cock in in any way possible.
“What are you going to teach me today, big brother?” I asked, fluttering my eyelashes flirtatiously. I knew the answer when he pulled out his cock and placed it over my lips. I almost gasped when I saw how big it really was. It was thick and veiny, gnarled like an ancient tree. The tip was angry and pulsing, leaking a thin stream of precum. I gave it an exploratory little lick, tasting the dribble. It jerked upwards in a spasm of pleasure when I did so. The idea of pleasuring my stepbrother with my mouth excited me, but I had no idea how. Tom grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth forward onto his shaft, wanting me to suck him. I loved how rough he was with me. I sucked his tip as he moved my head up and down his cock, at least as far as it would go. I choked at first, but I quickly learned how to relax, and soon I was sucking his cock all on my own. I had never really thought about sucking Tom’s cock before, but I kind of liked it, and I loved the fact that he was teaching me something new. I used my hands to jerk the base of his shaft as I blew him, urged on by his husky groans.
“Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum...” he gasped. I withdrew my mouth and stroked his slick rod furiously with my hands, wanting to see his cum explode all over me.
“Oh shit, sis, I’m cumming!” He let forth a series of strangled gasps as his cum spurted out of his cock, firing thick white strings all over my face, neck and shirt.
The rest of the day was amazing. I called in to his work, telling them I was his girlfriend, and that Tom was sick and had lost his voice. The lady on the line sounded extremely concerned, and sincerely hoped that Tom would get better soon. Tom did the same for me, calling my school and telling them he was my father, and that my cold had gotten worse.
Despite being sore from my experience the night before, I took Tom’s cock in every single way possible. He taught me how to ride him like a cowgirl, how to do it doggy style, and other crazy variations I had never thought about. He never bothered putting on a condom, or pulling out, and he came inside me aga
in and again.
I didn’t care, because I wanted his baby. I knew that eventually I would have to finish my education, but it could wait. It was time to enjoy living, and every moment I spent with Tom, especially those moments when he was trying to satisfy my sexual desires, was easier said than done, I was insatiable, and having sex with Tom was more wonderful than I could ever have imagined. For the first time since I was a kid, I felt truly happy and fulfilled.
It was awkward when dad found out about our relationship, but he was, like usual, extremely understanding. If anything, we became a tighter family.
I still had a month before I headed off to college, but I was no longer concerned about my future. Even if I got pregnant, it didn’t matter. And in my heart of hearts, there was nothing I could have wanted more than having Tom’s baby. And I hoped that someday, that day would come true.
Bound By My Step-Brother
“Damn,” I heard Dominic whisper under his breath as he stepped aside and watched me walk by.
My cheeks were instantly hot with a rosy pink blush and embarrassingly. At five foot eight and size thirteen, I wasn’t used to getting a lot of attention… at least, not this kind, and certainly not from a guy like him.
Unlike most guys, Dominic’s stature made me feel small. I guessed him to be about six foot three by the way he towered over me, and every inch of him was wrapped in thick muscle. His hair was shaven short, and he had the kind of tattoos that just screamed bad boy. His eyes were a brilliant blue, which contrasted dramatically against his dark eyelashes; the combination of which gave him a look of both innocence and sex appeal. I hadn’t been able to keep those hungry eyes off my mind, or my body, since the first time we had met, and that in itself was the problem.
“You know I don’t bite Jenna,” he growled in a smooth voice.
My eyes flashed to him briefly, but it was long enough to watch as he chomped at the air between us and continued on, “…Usually.”
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