Had Zach not been there with me, I’d surely have broken some teeth and busted my lip. With ninja-like quickness, he bounds forward, thrusting his right arm around me, so my torso was caught in the crook of his thick forearm. He stopped my fall inches before my face connected with the staircase.
My hero. I can feel my heart racing. And so can Zach. I look down. His right hand is squeezing my left tit and his left hand is buried between my thighs. I can feel his still erect cock pressing against my ass.
“S-sorry,” he stutters as he slowly releases me from his grasp.
I’ve waited so long to have him touch me in ways that I’ve only imagined—while I holding a vibrator inside of me. I can’t let this opportunity pass me by. I rotate around to face him and plop down on the top step. I wait until I catch his watchful eyes in mine. Then I peel off my sports bra. I toss it to the side, slide my shorts off, and open my legs wide for him with an inviting smile.
“What are you doing, Kayla? Anybody could walk in here!”
“Do something about it then,” I challenge.
His eyes swim up and down my body, brows raised. “Kayla, put your clothes on right now.” His voice is demanding but his expression is less sure.
Disobeying him, I start playing with myself, opening my lips and slowly running a finger on my clit. He looks over his shoulders like he’s worried, but I see what his body is doing. His penis is curving upwards, pulling the right sleeve of his shorts up with it. Finally, after so long, I see it again. His glorious cock. Veiny, smooth, powerful. Dripping with pre-ejaculate. His mind may be in denial about wanting me, but his cock says it all. He’s ready.
Since he’s frozen in shock, I make the first move. I scoot forward and squat down to meet his crotch at eye level, and envelop his cock with my mouth. I feel delightfully empowered squatting in front of him with the proverbial Apple of Eden inside of me, after years of craving it.
I massage his massive member with both hands leading it towards my lips. After getting him perfectly lubricated, I place both of my hands on his ass and pushed him towards my face. His length slid easily down my throat. I continue to actively suck his cock, tickling his frenulum each time the head of Zach’s cock comes to rest at the edge of my tongue. I feel a surge of pleasure watching him tilt his head back with his eyes closed, clearly savoring the feel of my warm, wet mouth sliding up and down his thick shaft.
Zach’s hesitation seemed to have evaporated away the second he entered me. But now he guides my face away from him. He gets on his knees and without saying a word, glides his fingers into my slick cunt. Pleasure rushes through me at the first sensation of penetration. He’s not being gentle. He’s using many fingers to stretch my tight walls.
I could hear my whimpers echo throughout the stairwell as Zach finger fucks me, pressing his digits deep in search of my g-spot. He lowers his face to my pussy and starts running his thick tongue up and down my slit.
Using all of his strength, Zach picks me up and pins me against the nearest wall. He holds my legs up with his arms while I slide his shorts down. My breathing starts to quicken, knowing what I’m seconds away from. Icy hot stares pass between us. As he invades me, I can feel his heartbeat coming from the tip of his cock. Just as I think I’ve taken all of it, he slides more of his penis into me. It feels never-ending, stretching me out more than his fingers possibly could.
He buries his face under my ear. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he growls.
My whole body quivers from the delicious abuse. It’s all I can do to whimper, “Me, too.”
Whatever tenderness there was ended at that moment. Zach places his hands on my ass and fucks me against the wall, groaning loudly with each crushing thrust into me. He watches my tits bounce and grunts like an animal as he picks up speed and force.
The pain of being stretched out lasts seconds but is overtaken by the cascading pleasure of feeling him use me like a fuck doll. It’s all I’ve wanted since we first met, and knowing that people would find this out-of-the-ordinary makes it all the more exciting.
I feel a small tremor each time he bottoms out inside of me, making my entire body tighten around Zach’s cock. He’s going fast and extremely hard, but somehow keeping a steady, solid rhythm that ensures I feel every deep stroke. But it’s not just the merciless pounding that is making my body react so strongly. It’s the look in his eye. Starving. Gluttonous.
He’s finally feasting on the forbidden fruit that’s been always just out of reach.
Zach roars. He grabs my hips and pulls me down on his cock, sealing our bodies together as I feel load after load of cum being pumped into my body. I swirl my hips in a tight circle, making sure I wring out every last ounce of his cum into me. He makes an attempt to slide out of me but I lock my legs around him and keep him from leaving me.
I’m close.
I feel my heart skip beats. A rush of goosebumps erupts all over my body as I clench my pussy tighter than ever. Even though he had just finished emptying his balls into me, Zach climaxes further just as I do. I unintentionally scream my orgasm. Zach covers my mouth with his.
After a few breaths, he lets me down and quickly pulls his shorts back up. He hands me my clothes with haste and looks about to make sure that nobody is around.
My breathing is still shaky from the best orgasm I’ve had by a large margin, but I manage to thank him.
“Don’t thank me, Kayla.”
“Really, thank you,” I insist. “That was the best… It was even better than I imagined it’d be.”
“Stop. Don’t say that.”
I look up at him to try to discern if his mood really has shifted from the sex-crazed madman that just ravaged me to that of a bossy older brother. He refuses to make eye contact with me.
“Zach, what… what the fuck is going on? Isn’t this something you’ve been wanting since forever?”
He sighs deeply before turning to me and saying, “Look, we shouldn’t have done that. I don’t care how good it felt. We should not have had sex, Kayla.”
I quickly pull my sports bra over my head. I step towards him and look dead in his eyes. “Are you kidding me? That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had and you’re saying it shouldn’t have happened? Why is that? We’re not related. Our parents got married, that’s it. You wanted this, didn’t you?”
“Yes!” he shouts, quickly stepping closer to me. “But it’s not about what I want, it’s about what’s right.” He looks down at the marble floor. “Fucking your step sister isn’t right.”
“Oh my God. I’m not your step sister anymore.”
“What are you talking about?”
He’s truly taken aback by a fact I thought was very obvious. “Our parents were married ‘til death. Dad is dead. Meaning they’re not married anymore. Your mother, though dear to me, isn’t really my step mother anymore. And you are no longer my step brother.”
Zach stutters and stumbles over his words, but can’t come up with a proper response to my apparently mind-blowing statement. I’m getting impatient. Does he not want me as much as I want him?
“Even if they were still married, we don’t share a bloodline. We’re just two people who—have you not thought about that since Dad died?”
It’s very apparent that he hasn’t.
“You want me to try, right?” I point to myself as I take yet another step closer. “This is me trying.”
“Trying to do what?”
“To be with you. Zach. There’s nothing stopping us now.”
The two of us stand on the stairway landing, staring at each other as the echoes of my explanation bounce off the walls, otherwise leaving the two of us in silence. Zach’s face is still red from sex. His eyebrows bunch together. I can see him registering my words and digesting exactly what they mean.
He continues to stutter, trying to come up with a response. “I just don’t think we can--”
“Three years ago,” I tell him, “I was wrong to leave you in that bathroom. I left y
ou because I didn’t think we could be together. Our parents were married, people considered us brother and sister. That’s not the case now. And if you back away now, you’ll regret it. And you won’t be able to forgive yourself. You know it.”
He’s tensing his fists as if he wants to fight this. His head is pulled down but his eyes flick up to mine, earnest but searching. But it’s not me he needs to search. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Slowly he seems to recognize this and I catch a different, growing feeling behind his stare.
“I’m kind of… amazed right now,” Zach says slowly. “Do you think a relationship between us could really work?”
I grab his hands with both of mine and press them up to my heart. His strong jaw twitches as we lock eyes.
“We could try.”
A warm smile breaks his cold façade, reaching all the way up to his eyes. Zach takes a step closer to me. His brow is now clear and calm. His voice is barely above a whisper.
“Then let’s.”
I’ve never been this raw and real and emotional with anyone. Ever. Somehow, I successfully hold back the tears attempting to form, and throw my arms around Zach. Our torsos sear together like a chemical reaction. After a time, he kisses my forehead softly, then moves down to plant a preciously sensitive kiss on the tip of my nose.
He then tilts his head to kiss me properly. He runs his tongue across his lips like a windshield wiper before connecting his mouth with mine. Fireworks. Explosions. Meltdown. We stand in total silence, thundering inside.
The sex between us was life-changing and unique, but this kiss of acceptance runs deeper than anything I’ve ever imagined.
“How are your legs feeling?”
I relax and tense my thighs, feeling slightly weak but not like the pain I was in before. “Better. The sex must have loosened me up a bit.”
“Let’s stretch them out a bit more. In my room.”
With a debonair smile, he grabs my arm and whisks me from the stairway into the third floor hallway, leading me into his apartment.
We only made it past his doorway before my weakened legs force me to trip again and fall on top of him. Not caring that we’re still on the floor, we both start to undress while grabbing and pulling at each other in a lusty make out.
I’ve turned onto my stomach in an attempt to remove my running shorts, again, when suddenly, I feel Zach pull my hair back. My breathing starts to become irregular, and I feel my heart pounding so loud, I could picture it beating past the ribcage, pressing up against the skin on my chest like a Tom and Jerry cartoon. Zach calms me down with a soft gentle kiss on my neck, followed by a surprising, and deliciously painful slap across my ass. His hand smacks my butt a few more times, turning my cheek into a crimson red that feels amazing.
Zach growls as he leans over to press a kiss against my neck, his teeth biting all the way into my skin as his hand slides between my legs, rubbing me softly.
“I need your cock,” I hum breathlessly.
“I need to see you,” he breathes into my ear.
I feel my thighs clench as he swivels my body around to face him. He’s upright on his knees, looking down at me as he guides his way back inside of me. My back arches skyward as I seize with pleasure. He then immediately begins to thrust his cock in and out of my pussy with intense speed. Zach places his hands in mine, locking our fingers tightly. I want to touch more of him, but he’s holding my hands down with all the strength he wasn’t using to pump himself into me. He grins at me as he swirls his hips against mine, sinking his cock into my body, filling me up completely.
It feels so fantastically satisfying to hold him inside of me. He grabs my breast as he continues to thrust into me. I feel numb in a euphoric sense, content in being used in such a forceful and loving manner.
Zach pulls out of me, his cock coated in my wet juices and even harder than before, engorged with passion. He makes me watch him dip it into my pussy again, making me gasp before once again pulling out. Upon entering me again, I feel my walls clench hard, and I could sense Zach starting to feel the same way. The thrusts get harder when I hear Zach announce that he’s going to cum. He rams into me, his entire cock filling me up as his hands nearly break mine. I swoon, feeling the raw power he holds inside of him, and swoon further when I feel him use my hole properly, filling it to capacity with his ejaculate.
“You… you’re amazing,” I miraculously manage to say.
“Thanks,” he says between breaths, trying to hide a smile. “Kayla, would you like to spend the day with me? After a… workout like that, I think we could use some bed rest. Besides, I smacked your ass pretty hard, I think I should rub some lotion on that.”
It warms my heart to hear Zach talk to me like a real human being, and one that he wants to take care of so dearly.
“Get the lotion,” I demand with a smile.
Chapter Eleven
Zach
In high school, I had a lot of trouble getting out of bed in the morning. I thought it was a physical problem at first. My shoulders felt fifty pounds heavier than they were, and even while lying in bed, my heart pounded so hard I felt it would explode out of me.
It made me physically ill, the stress of life as an only child to a single mother, made single only recently.
Ma’s heartbreak was mine. Her depression passed onto me. The loneliness she endured, I endured with her. Though I prided myself on becoming the man of the house and her protector, the heaviness stayed with me. This emotional sickness went away once Mom met Mr. Thomas and started dating him. I’d never seen her so happy.
Shortly after, getting out of bed was a manageable task once more. Though I was nearly grown, I finally had a real dad. One who taught me more about being strong and protective than I thought anyone could know outside of movies. The timing couldn’t have been better, I had graduated high school but still didn’t know how I wanted to be as a man. Mr. Thomas taught me what he knew and afterwards, my entire life took flight.
There were moments later in my life when I fell back into this sickness. Arria’s death. The anniversary party. Losing my stepdad. But before long, I’d return to my normal self and plod along with life like I always did.
Yet only now, does it feel refreshing to get out of bed. Only now, do I feel complete.
My shoulders no longer feel heavy. In fact, I almost float out of bed now. Sleeping has become a recess between the waking hours that I live for. Those waking hours swell with as much time with Kayla as my biological and employment needs will allow.
We meet before my classes on a daily basis for early workouts in the park. We end our workouts with passionate sex. And as often as possible, I take her out on real, official dates. Just makes sense, seeing as how we’re a real, official couple.
I’d kick my own ass if I could, for wasting so much precious time being a self-loathing person. I was blinded by pride, ignoring Kayla and doing everything I could to keep her at a distance. Kayla is, without doubt, the only person I should have ever been with. Though I can’t say we enjoy all of the same things, we get along so easily, so naturally. Besides, why should we like all the same things?
I learned early on in my dating life that shared interests don’t make a relationship work. Right after high school, I started dating a ten-out-of-ten woman that all of my friends congratulated me on “getting,” as if it wasn’t her choice to date me. They thought she was attractive and she enjoyed all of the childish things I enjoyed spending time on back then. Video games, mindless blockbuster movies, online worlds.
Sadly for her, there was nothing much going on in her head. When she played games, she shut down entirely, with a laser focus solely on the game. It wasn’t a time that we actually shared with any mutual connection.
It became pitiful to watch. While she spent her time playing obsessively, she didn’t form many opinions on the media she consumed. And she became, to put it lightly, boring as hell.
Kayla is the exact opposite. She has no idea what I’m tal
king about a lot of the time, but she’s able to keep a conversation going regardless, because she’s both interesting and interested in what happens around her. She doesn’t judge my less than popular interests, which, now, at least are cool. Like firearms, martial arts and damn good food.
Every Friday this past month, I’ve been treating Kayla to special dinners around town, showing her around the city she’s lived in most of her life but never actually explored. Fridays are also our cheat days, so I take advantage of this to introduce her to the most decadent and savory food I can find. I’ve taken her to Korean BBQ, Brazilian steakhouses, a Cuban restaurant that specializes in grilled chicken marinated in citrus juices and a few Ethiopian joints.
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