We collapsed together, our bodies tangled in the filthy sheets. I wanted to fall asleep with him there, but I knew I had to return to my room.
After several minutes passed I got up reluctantly. But he pulled me back down so he could kiss me and said, “Don’t go.”
“I have to,” I said. I realized I was smiling. All the tension that had been building between us disappeared, and making love to him completed me.
“Come on, stay a little longer. Please, Amelia.”
I sighed and looked around his cozy room with the crackling fire. “Okay,” I consented, smiling and running my hands lightly through his hair. Luca kissed me again and I snuggled in tighter against him. His big arm closed around me and held me close.
****
I woke with a start. Daylight was beginning to shine through the windows. I wobbled out of bed and hurriedly looked around for my clothes. In a panic I realized I’d come here wearing nothing but a towel. Shit! I grabbed Luca’s shirt from yesterday and threw it over me, buttoning it up as anxiety rose in my chest. I opened the door quietly, peering out into the dim hallway. It didn’t sound like anyone was up. Closing the door carefully, I quietly crept down the hallway to my room. I realized my door was wide open, revealing my empty bed to anyone who walked by. My heart started to pound in my chest. In a cold sweat, I stepped inside my room and closed the door.
Chapter 6
“So where did you go last night, honey?” We were all sitting in a booth at a packed breakfast place downtown. I’d been too nervous to touch my French toast.
I shrugged as nonchalantly as I could. “I watched a movie in Luca’s room and passed out,” I said, hoping Robert couldn’t hear the nervous tremor in my voice.
“Oh, okay.” Robert turned back to his food. I watched Victoria nervously. She looked questioningly at Luca. He was staring absentmindedly out the window. She didn’t say anything, and I let my breath out slowly. Crisis averted.
“Luca,” Victoria began. Suddenly I froze, counting the seconds as my pounding blood raced to my temples. My eyes searched her face--she knew. “Why don’t you and Amelia go get a new phone today? You don’t have to ski all morning, every day, do you? You two are like maniacs, chasing each other all over the mountain.”
“Okay, mama.” Luca said, smiling.
“Good,” she said, patting his hand. “I can call my bambino again.”
Thank God, I thought, settling into my seat again.
“Take the Land Rover,” Robert said. “Victoria and I can walk back to the Chalet. It’s a beautiful morning.”
“Okay, thanks,” I said.
Needless to say, Luca and I were all over each other the second we got safely behind the tinted windows of the car. We were parked on the busy main street, and people and cars were bustling past us hurriedly on both sides. We kissed, hard, and my hand wandered down to his crotch, wanting to feel him again.
“You want to do it all of the time,” he said, giggling as our noses pressed together. We kissed again, our tongues intertwining in lust.
“Not true,” I objected. “I’m too sore, anyway.”
“I see,” Luca said smiling. “Do you want to use your mouth?”
“Use my mouth?” I blushed. “You mean, like give you a blowjob?”
“Still teaching me English," he laughed. "Yeah. Give me blowjob.”
I flipped up the center console and bent my body over his lap. Luca’s hands pulled my hair away from my face, drawing it up in a bundle onto my neck and back. I unbuckled his pants and he helped me push them down, exposing his thick cock, which wasn't quite erect yet, but well on its way. I looked up at his big blue eyes and gave him my naughtiest look before putting it in my mouth. I could hear the happy chatter of people talking outside the vehicle as they passed by on the sidewalk and the sound of cars buzzing past.
“Don’t worry, little sister,” Luca said, his fingers finding their way into my wet mouth, “no one will see us.” I sucked on his fingers and looked up at him with big eyes.
They better not, I thought, as I felt his cock with my fingers. I put the head in my mouth, not quite knowing what to do.
“Suck on it,” Luca coached. I sucked on the tip and felt him immediately harden, his huge cock swelling in my little hand. I licked the length of his long shaft, feeling him reel when my tongue passed over the glands at the base of his head. I closed my mouth around his head and focused my efforts on it, flicking my tongue around it.
“Good, baby.” Luca’s voice was husky with pleasure. “Now suck it harder.”
I did as I was told while his hands guided my head up and down his shaft.
“Just like that, baby, yeah,” he groaned. I pulled away and wiped the spit and slickness off my mouth, looking up at him before continuing.
“I love it when you look at me like that, with your big doe eyes,” Luca moaned.
“Do you?” I asked in my most innocent voice. “Tell me how you want me to suck you again.”
“Like this,” he growled, pushing my head downwards onto his shaft. His cock left a smear of lust across my cheek. I picked his cock up again and sucked him hard as he guided my head just like he wanted, up and down his cock. He groaned and pressed my head hard down over his entire cock. I gagged as his head bumped into the back of my throat. I pulled away, coughing.
“You’re so rough with me,” I said in mock protest, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“You make me so fucking horny,” Luca said. One of his hands was under my shirt, feeling my breasts as I pleasured him.
“You make me fucking horny,” I breathed. I kept sucking him, and a second later his cum spurted into my mouth.
“Swallow it,” he demanded. He watched as a trickle of his cum leaked down my chin. “Good girl.” There was something intoxicating about drinking in the very essence of Luca, and it turned me on in a big way. Satisfied with myself, I looked up at him with a smile on my face.
“You like that,” I purred, reaching for the small, plastic bottle of water in the cup holder. But before I could take a drink Luca grabbed my hair and pulled me in to kiss him instead. We made out for what felt like ten minutes, then he pulled away.
“Let’s go buy a new phone,” he said finally, turning the ignition and putting the Land Rover in gear. “Then you can send me dirty pictures anytime you please.”
“Okay,” I said, leaning against him as we drove away. My hand played idly against his chest. “What if I get pregnant?” I asked him.
“I like that idea,” he replied, kissing my forehead.
****
For the rest of the vacation I snuck into Luca's room every single night to make love to him. Our sex kept getting crazier, nastier and more passionate. He never pulled out, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I would have his baby. And I didn't care. For the first time in a long time I felt truly and completely happy, and I was determined to enjoy every carefree minute I could with him. Now and forever.
Craving my Step-Brother’s Tool
I had been off to college all year. My dad had met a woman and she just recently moved in. Her daughter had moved into my old room, which was unfortunate, because that meant I would be sleeping in the den. When I pulled up to the house I was nervous, not knowing what to expect. My dad had went through a series of “girlfriends” before I went off to college, and it seemed like half of them were crazy. I grabbed a few of my things and walked up the sidewalk towards the door, prepping myself for the worst, but hoping for the best. I heard the click of the lock and looked up into the opening doorway. There in the foyer stood a muscular boy with dark hair and deep blue eyes.
“Hey there, I'm Jake,” he said calmly, his eyes passing quickly over my body and back up to my face.
I stood there like a fool, unable to speak for a moment. “Oh, hey…I'm Jane.” I hadn’t heard anything about any Jake. I knew about the daughter, but never heard anything about the son. I hesitated before the stranger. “Um…sorry Jake, who are you a
gain?”
“Well, I guess I am your brother, or at least, I will be in a few months. I live in Colorado, I'm just here visiting. Come here, sis,” he chuckled as he drew in closer.
At first, he held his large hand out towards me, and as I held mine out he suddenly shifted and pulled me in for a hug.
"Oh what the heck, we're family, right?” he said in a cool tone as he pressed against me. To my excitement and delight, his body was hard. I could easily feel the ridges of his muscular frame as he pressed himself firmly against my breasts, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist. I could feel warmth in my cheeks as my mind toyed with the thought of my new brother.
"Let me help you with your things,” he offered, as the warmth of his body parted from mine.
I hadn’t expected this. It turned out that Jake had also decided to come home for the summer to visit his mother. I didn't even know she had a son, but let me tell you I wasn't disappointed. I watched him closely as he walked out to my car and began unloading my things. His arms bulged as he lifted the heavy suitcases. At one point he looked up at me. I quickly averted my eyes, feeling my cheeks grow red hot with embarrassment. He didn’t say a word, but I could vaguely make out the subtle shake of his head as he went back to unloading.
It was several hours before my dad would be home and that meant several hours alone with Jake. I rushed up the stairs and quickly rinsed off. I toweled and tousled my hair dry and put on a touch of eyeliner. I also put on a tank top—but decided to leave the bra off. I stared for a moment at my reflection. I had long wavy blonde hair, and my body was curvy. I had been told that I had great breasts, and they had always been a source of self-confidence for me. Growing up, I was always curvier than the girls in the magazines, but I happened to think that skinny girls had nothing worth looking at. My body was shaped like an hour glass and I had a nice face. I decided on a pair of stretch pants for my bottom, they were tight and made my hips and ass stand out. What could I say, I liked to be noticed, and Jake was hot…
Walking back downstairs I took a deep breath, telling myself not to make a fool of myself. I had never been great with guys. It wasn’t that they weren't interested in me, it was that whenever they made a move I got flustered and would say something stupid. Half the time I went on dates I floundered so badly that I wouldn’t answer their calls if they tried to get ahold of me again.
I walked past the entryway to the living room, directing my eyes inside while keeping my face forward. He was there, sprawled out watching TV. I kept going, feeling my heart skip a beat and suddenly nervous again.
"Hey again," he called out from his seat.
I stopped in my tracks, probably too eagerly. Turning on my heels I entered the room, grateful for the invitation and afraid of what I might say or do in the next few moments.
"I didn't know Mike had a daughter.” Jake's eyes looked me slowly up and down as his chin jutted forward.
I felt naked as I stood there before him, something about the way he bit his lip when he stared. My nervousness quickly subsided as we talked. He was easy to talk to, and we quickly found that we had chemistry. We were laughing and sharing interests, and in no time at all we had shared the better part of our lives. We had a lot in common, we were both in college, interested in science, and had a passion for language. Jake had traveled extensively after his freshmen year, which is something I always wanted to do, but never had the chance. I eagerly prodded him for details about his adventures, and we eventually agreed that I should sign up for a semester abroad. By the time mom and dad got home I hardly realized we had gotten so comfortable. I had been drawn in by his stories, and as he had been showing me photos on his phone I had also been inching in closer to him. Both of us were startled by the sudden entry of our parents, instantly looking guilty as we quickly pulled back to the far edges of the couch.
“Oh, hey dad!" I said, too quickly, at the same time Jake was saying hello to his mother.
Luckily, they were too busy in their own conversation to notice the awkwardness of our pulling apart. The rest of the night passed slowly, mom and dad were eager to hear stories and we were eager to tell them. But every so often when I looked up, our eyes met, and Jake and I would share a secret smile between us. I didn't know whether to feel flattered or uncomfortable, but one thing I did know was that I didn't want him to stop. Once I got up the guts to “accidentally” slide my foot over his. He was in the middle of a sentence and when he stopped for a moment, his eyes darting towards mine, and I lost my nerve. When dinner was over I went and stuck my bags in the den where I'd be staying. I had just finished making the bed when Jake’s mother, Annie, knocked at the door. I invited her in and she sat down on the sofa, silent for a moment.
“It’s really great to finally meet you, Jane, and I am so happy that we are going to be a family. I hope you know that I don’t have any intentions to try to replace your mother, but that I am here for you if you ever need to talk.” Her face was honest and soft as she spoke. It was a nice gesture, and one that I could appreciate. I had lost my own mother when I was just eleven, and I often envied other girls who were close to their mothers.
“Thanks Annie. It’s really great to meet you, too, and I am so glad you and my dad found each other. You seem to be a great pair.” I smiled warmly and sat down at the edge of the bed.
“Jake wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow, and there’s no other place for him to sleep tonight. If it’s okay with you I'm going to throw him on the pull-out.” She patted the couch she was sitting on.
“Wow," I thought to myself. “Since when was my dad okay with the boys staying in my room?”
I squeaked out an awkward agreement, trying to hide my excitement, and at the same time trying not to act strange. An hour or so later there was a soft knock at my door and I quietly invited the knocker to come in. My jaw nearly dropped as he came inside. I had expected him and was eagerly waiting up. He was still wet from a shower, and all he was wearing was a little white towel. I must have stared for some time, because it was only the sound of his laugh that broke the spell that his body had put me under.
"Your nipples…they're pierced," I blurted, trying to explain my obvious gawking. My eyes darted to the floor, the heat in my cheeks matching a growing heat between my thighs.
“Yeah… But that's not all that's pierced." His eyebrows lifted and his hips gave a little thrust.
I was speechless, which after several awkward attempts at a clever response, Jake burst out laughing. He was nearly in tears. Meanwhile I was kicking myself for being such a dork. I was never smooth! When Jake finally managed to control himself, he walked over to his bag, pulling out a pair of green sweat pants. I tried not to look, but I couldn't help it—and for the brief second I saw the dark tan skin that was hiding under the towel. I looked away, biting my lip. It had been a while since I’d gotten off. I couldn’t help it if I had built up sexual frustration. I was covered up beneath the blankets and I let my fingers trace the delicate place between my thighs.
“So I guess this is it home?" He prodded the cheap mattress, with one eyebrow lifted.
“Yeah, sorry about that. The damn thing is so old there is talk about me having been conceived on it.“ We both laughed as he crawled in and the springs stretched and moaned under his weight.
He was by no means a small guy. He was about 6'2" and had to weigh close to one-hundred and ninety pounds. The old bed groaned again under the strain and sagged at his hips. We both settled in and began to read, but I couldn't help my eyes from wandering to him. Over and over I read the same page. It didn’t matter how many times I read the words, they just didn’t make any sense. My mind was distracted and eventually I just began turning pages periodically pretending to read. My mind wasn't on a book: It was on a man.
When Jake began to groan, irritated by the lack of support the bed gave him, I seized the opportunity. My palms suddenly grew sweaty, my heart beat against my ribs; it was now or never, and I wanted it now.
"I gu
ess if you'd like you can share the bed with me,” I said quietly, innocently, raising my hand to display the large portion of the bed that I wasn't using. “Although, you will have to sleep on the side by the wall," I said with a grin. There was no way I was giving up the outside.
For a moment he was quiet and he looked curiously at me. I could feel myself growing more and more nervous and almost regretting having ever offered. What was I thinking? He was practically my stepbrother. Our parents were engaged. Sure, Annie and David had only been together for six months, but that didn’t make it any less irresponsible to come on to my future stepbrother.
“Damn, it would be nice to sleep in a real bed… Are you sure you don't mind?”
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