by B. B. Hamel
“Tell me everything you know about this Joshua guy, for starters.”
“Sadly, I don’t know much. He comes with stellar references, but he doesn’t have much of a past. As far as I know, he’s staying in a hotel nearby.”
“Which hotel?”
He frowned. “You know, I’ve never asked.”
Typical. He didn’t even know where the guy was staying. That was a problem.
“What else can you tell me?”
“Not a whole lot that would be useful. He’s popular in the business world, something of a young prodigy. I don’t typically go digging into the personal lives of everyone I do business with, so I don’t have much else to offer. He came with stellar references.”
“Maybe you should check people out in the future.” I took a sip of coffee. “I’ll take care of this.”
“Update me as soon as you make a move.”
“Okay.” I turned and walked out of the kitchen.
That took care of Jonathan for the time being, but I didn’t have too much more to go on. I could use Jonathan to get me close to Joshua, but it would be difficult to do so in a casual setting, especially now after I’ve revealed myself to his men. The guy that got away was sure to tell them all about the Navy SEAL that kicked their fucking asses.
I was lost in thought as I walked into my bedroom. The sight of Claire stretched out on my bed wearing only a smile knocked me back into the world. I shut the door behind me.
“Good morning, stranger. How was your run?”
“Not bad.” I grinned at her. “Keeping yourself busy while I was away?”
She got up onto all fours and crawled to the edge of the bed, a smile on her face. “Come here.”
I walked over to her, my cock already stirring in my pants. “Your father is downstairs.”
She shrugged, pouting. “Does that matter?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
She grabbed me by my waistband and pulled me closer, yanking it down to reveal my hard cock.
“Look at you,” I said. “Already starving for it.”
“I can’t help myself.”
“I know you can’t. You’re aching for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Your little pussy is practically overflowing right now, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I’m soaked.”
I took her by the back of the head and pressed my cock into her mouth. “Then suck on my big cock.”
She began to slowly work my tip, sending pleasure flowing through my body. I took her hair in my fist, gently guiding her as she sucked my cock, working my length with her lips and tongue.
I looked down the length of her body, her hair spilling out around her spine. I loved the curve of her ass as she sucked my fat cock, working it like she was starving. That was what I loved about Claire: she seemed like she couldn’t get enough of my cock and cum.
Of course, I didn’t blame her. There was something animalistic and intense between us, and we fucked like there wasn’t going to be a morning. It was almost overwhelming, but I lived on the edge, my entire life one long string of potential destructions.
As she sucked me, I could feel my pulse pounding. I wondered if her father was going to walk upstairs and find his precious daughter’s lips wrapped around her military stepbrother’s cock, and that only made me fucking harder.
“Suck my cock,” I whispered. “Suck every last drop from me, you dirty girl.”
She worked my length, hand jerking my shaft as her lips sucked, and I groaned. Fire spilled from my lips and body, and I felt like I was glowing.
“That’s right, suck my big dick. Working that cock with your tongue. Take it all
into your throat. I want to see you take it.”
I watched as she tried to take as much of my cock into her throat as possible. She pulled back, gasping.
“I can’t fit it all,” she said.
“You just need practice,” I replied.
She got back to work, and I suddenly needed her pussy. I needed to fuck her raw and deep until she screamed my name and came hard. As I moved to pull away, she looked at me.
“No. I want to taste you.”
I stared at her. “I want that pussy,” I grunted.
“Later. Now, you come in my mouth.”
I grinned. “Can’t disappoint a lady, can I?”
She went back at it with a renewed intensity, and I kept my hands on the back of her head, fucking her mouth. If she wanted my come, then I’d give it to her. I’d shoot my hot load deep into the back of her throat. I was losing myself in her mouth and her body, her sweet ass bare as she worked my cock.
I could feel it building in my balls, growing in the tenseness of my cock, ready to explode. If she wanted it, I’d give it to her. I’d let her swallow all my cum.
It flew through me as I grabbed her head and held her there, coming deep into her mouth. She took it all and didn’t bat an eye as I exploded, grunting loudly, not able to control myself. She was so fucking incredible, and I wanted to savor the moment as my cum shot into her mouth and she swallowed every last drop.
Finally, I collapsed onto the bed, sighing.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“Felt like sucking you off,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Fuck, girl,” I growled at her. “You’re too much.”
“You can handle it.”
“Damn right.”
I grabbed her and kissed her deeply, not caring if my taste was still on her tongue. I kissed her deep and good, breaking off after a second.
“Talked to your dad down there,” I said, our bodies intertwined on the bed. She didn’t seem to mind that I was still sweaty from my run, and neither did I.
“I don’t want to hear about my dad right now,” she said, laughing.
“Sorry, but you’ll have to.” I paused to kiss her neck. “He says he knows exactly who Joshua is.”
“That’s good. He can call the police.”
“Actually, no. Local cops won’t be much help, and he doesn’t want the bad press.” I paused, sighing. “No. I’m dealing with it.”
She sat up, propped on one elbow.
“No, Nathan. You don’t need to do that.”
“Yes, I do. I need to finish these fucks. They’ve annoyed me one too many times.”
“This doesn’t have anything to do with that.”
I took her fiercely by the chin and kissed her hard again. “Actually, it does.”
“What do you want?” she whispered, her eyes wide.
“I want that pussy,” I said, putting my hand between her legs. She gasped. “I want those lips. I want to make you fucking come. And I want to murder the men that hurt you.”
“Nathan, I can’t let you,” she said.
I began to stroke her slowly. “You can’t stop me, princess.”
“Maybe,” she said, trying to keep herself composed but beginning to squirm as I worked her wet pussy. “But I can withhold sex.”
I laughed out loud at that one. “You’re threatening not to fuck me as I stroke this nice pussy of yours?”
“Yes,” she said, biting her lip. “I realize it isn’t an effective threat.”
“No, it’s really not.” I reached under her panties and found her soaked spot, rubbing her. She moaned softly, burying her face in my chest. “These people aren’t to be taken lightly. I need to get close to this guy, but I’m not sure how. I’ll work it out.”
She suddenly moved back, wriggling free from my fingers. “Wait, wait,” she said.
I grabbed her hips, pulling her back. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I have an idea!”
I began to kiss down her stomach. “Talk fast.”
“Well, he seemed to like me. When we met, ah, fuck, on the boat.”
I began to softly lick her soaked clit, looking up at her. “Go on.”
“You can use that,” she said. “Use me, ah, as bait. Fuck, Nathan. Oh shit.”
I
stopped. “Absolutely not.”
“It’s perfect,” she said quickly. “He’s not the guy doing the dirty work. He’ll definitely bite. You’ll be there to keep me safe.”
I frowned at her. “I’m not risking you.”
“It’s not a risk. They don’t want me dead or hurt. They just want to threaten my dad, right? We’ll keep it public so they can’t try anything.”
I began to eat her again, mulling it over. It was hard to think straight, though, as she began to pant and moan, her hands gripping the sheets. I figured I’d get her off and ask her again as my fingers began to fuck her little pussy, my mouth nibbling at her clit.
I worked her like that, fingers on her pussy, mouth on her clit, fucking her tightness, working her soaked and swollen spot. She moaned louder and louder, to the point where I had to reach up and put my hand over her mouth.
She bit down on my fingers, but that didn’t stop me. I could tell she was close as I kept working her, making her body tense and writhe. I loved how fucking soaked she was, loved her taste, loved every inch of her.
“Okay,” she moaned. “Okay okay okay.”
And her body tensed, jerking upward. I kept it up, licking her and fucking her, one hand over her mouth and the other two-fingers deep in her pussy. She came hard, practically chewing off my fingers.
Her hair was frazzled when she finally finished, looking down at me. She yanked me up and kissed me fiercely.
“You’re letting me do this,” she said finally.
“Not happening.”
“You know it’ll work, Nate. We need to get this over with and fast, before they do something we don’t expect.”
I had to admit, she had a point. They wouldn’t do anything in a public place, and Joshua himself wasn’t much of a threat. We could set it up through her father, make it look legit. I could use it as an excuse to get information from Joshua, maybe figure out how to make them stop.
But it was a risk. I didn’t want to put her in any danger, even if that danger was minimal.
“Nathan,” she said again, “please. I want to help. I want to help put down these assholes.”
I nodded slowly. “If we do this, we do this my way.”
She grinned. “Of course.”
She went to kiss me, but I stopped her. “Seriously, Claire. If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to strip, you strip. If I tell you to fuck a polar bear, you—”
“I get it, I get it.” She kissed me softly. “I promise. Whatever you say.”
“Good girl.”
I wrapped my arms around her, our bodies post-orgasm and sweating, though I was already beginning to get hard again. I still wanted to fuck that pussy, and I was going to.
She noticed my renewed erection and raised an eyebrow at me. “Anything you want?” she asked, smilingly coyly.
I didn’t want to put her in danger. But she was right that we needed to end it quickly.
For the time being, though, I wasn’t going to worry about that. For the next few hours, I was just going to worry about how many times I could get her off without getting us both caught by her father.
I was a fool. I was falling deep for my stepsister, even in the middle of all this danger.
Maybe danger got me off.
Almost as much as Claire’s incredible fucking body did.
Claire
I was more nervous than I was willing to admit as we stood outside the car, leaning against the hood.
“Are you ready for this?” Nate asked me.
“Of course. This is going to be easy.”
He grinned at me, shaking his head. “You do a good brave act, sis.”
I knew he’d see right through me. Though honestly, the act was more for me than for him. If I acted like I was brave and that everything was going to be okay, then maybe I’d feel that way, too.
I adjusted my dress, sighing. I was wearing another over-the-top sexy outfit picked out by Nathan, because he said, “you can’t act as bait in a fucking burlap sack.” I also couldn’t run or really walk effectively, and I was going to definitely stand out, but I guessed that was the point.
I was already starting to have second thoughts, but I knew that if I voiced any of them then Nathan would pull the plug on the whole thing. I didn’t think we could wait any longer; that last attack was way too close for comfort, and I wanted these guys caught.
I knew he hated putting me in danger, but it was my choice. He could try to coddle and protect me all he wanted, but in the end I was going to make the decision that made sense to me. I was sick of sitting on the sidelines waiting for Nathan to take care of everything. It was time for me to step up.
And my decision made sense so far. When my father called Joshua up and suggested he go out for an afternoon with me, he immediately jumped at the suggestion. He even agreed to meet me near the boardwalk amusement park, which was the perfect spot for Nathan to tail us. It was in public, so Joshua wouldn’t make a move, but not too impossibly crowded that Nate would lose us.
The plan was simple. All I needed to do was either find out where his hotel room was, or wherever he was staying, or get him to take me back there. Obviously I wasn’t going to sleep with the guy or anything like that, but Nathan made it clear that I should let him think I might.
“Men are pigs, princess. Except me, of course,” he had said, smirking.
He was a pig, too, but he pulled it off at least.
“Want to back out?” he asked me as my phone started to ring.
“Not a chance.”
I swiped right and answered it. “Hello?”
“Hi, Claire? It’s Joshua.”
“Oh hey, Joshua.”
“Where are you? It’s more crowded than I thought.”
“I’m on my way up right now.”
“Okay. Meet me by the Ferris wheel. Can’t miss it.”
“See you soon.”
He hung up and I looked at Nathan.
“We good?” he asked.
“We’re good.”
“Okay.” He pulled me against him, surprising me with his tenderness. “I’ll be right behind you. Don’t do anything fucking stupid.”
I nodded into his chest, breathing his smell. I felt better knowing he’d be nearby. “I’ll be fine.”
“I know,” he said, pulling away, “because I’ll be right behind you the whole time.”
I took a deep breath. “See you soon.”
“Good luck.”
He grinned. I turned and walked away, my heart fluttering in my chest.
It was too late to back out. I was committed. Joshua knew I was coming, and if I did anything suspicious now, then the game would be over. Our biggest asset was the element of surprise. They didn’t know we had figured out who he was, and we were banking on it staying that way.
I walked into the crowd, trying to calm my nerves.
“Claire! You look great.”
Joshua kissed both of my cheeks, and I had to hold back my momentary anger. He looked exactly like I remembered, though maybe a bit more tired. He was dressed like a young business executive, minus the tie and the jacket, but he still radiated a smarmy superiority that pissed me off.
“Thanks. You do too.”
He smiled. “Of course. Shall we?”
“Lead the way.”
He walked off toward the carnival games, and I had to struggle to keep up. He figured out pretty quickly that I wasn’t used to walking in heels and slowed his pace down.
“So, Claire, can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“I’m going to be blunt, because I value that in others. What’s the deal with this?”
I looked at him, terrified for a second that he had found me out.
Instead of trying to take me right there, he laughed. “By the look on your face, I’m guessing you’re not sure what I mean.”
“Sorry. I don’t.”
“I mean, why is your father pushing us together? Does he always do this with clien
ts?”
I let out a breath and did my best to smile awkwardly. It wasn’t very hard, considering how uncomfortable I felt.
“Actually, no. Well, he likes me to entertain the clients sometimes, but he always gets a little pushy with the younger guys.”
“I see. Why is that?”
“I don’t know. He probably wants me to marry one of you.”
Joshua smiled at that. “And what do you think?”
“I think that I’m not averse to spending time with handsome men, but that I’m not interested in marrying my father—if you understand what I mean.”
His smile grew broader. “I can understand.” We approached a booth and he nodded at the kid working it, who nodded back as if they knew each other. The kid turned and walked away, leaving the booth unmanned.
“Let’s play,” he said.
“Did you know that guy?”
“Friend of a friend.”
He sat down on a little stool and I sat down next to him, our thighs touching gently. I could have moved but decided not to. The game was the one where you shoot your squirt gun into a little hole to make your horse move down a fake track.
The lights came on and we started shooting our guns. For a second, I forgot that I was out with a man that wanted to kidnap me and blackmail my dad. I watched as my horse crossed the finish line inches ahead of his. I laughed and he pretended to be disappointed, although I suspected that my winning didn’t have much to do with my aim.
“So, where are you from?” I asked him as we began to play again.
“Trying to distract me so you can win again?”
“Nope. Just trying to get to know you.”
“Well, I’m from around here, actually.”
“A local, huh?”
“That’s me, local boy, born and bred.”
“I guess that explains why that kid knew you.”
“Well,” he said, laughing as I won again, “that’s more because I own this place.”
I stopped and stared at him. “Seriously?”
He nodded. “Seriously. Bought it just this year. So far, not the best investment I ever made, but definitely the most fun.”
My heart skipped a beat as I realized what sort of trouble I was in. Not only was I out with the man that wanted to kidnap me, but I was in a place he owned. Still, too late for me to back out, and so I had to move forward. I reached down into the pit of anger that had been sitting in my stomach since the first time they had tried to kidnap me and harnessed that.