by Ruby Scott
“God, you’re the perfect match,” he breathed in her ear, and his mouth fell to one of her nipples. Jen arched her back and screamed as his tongue circled her puckered flesh and his hips pounded ever harder and faster into hers, slamming against her g-spot as he stroked. Jen raked her pleasure down his rippling back and muscled arms, marveling at the power in his form even while he was driving himself into her with abandon.
“Owen,” she moaned, feeling electricity shoot through her muscles as her eyes connected with his. “Harder, please.”
“You want it harder?” he asked teasingly, palming her breasts with one hand. “You want my love even harder and faster, huh?”
“Yes!” Jen shrieked as he hand squeezed over her breast tissue, pulling and twisting on her nipple until pain blended deliriously with her pleasure. “Owen, I’m so close!”
“So am I,” he panted through gritted teeth. “Fuck, baby, your pussy is so wet!”
Jen tightened her thighs around the alien as he frantically drove his long cock into her, slipping between her slick walls at lightning speed. The weight of his body was grinding against her clit, sending a second wave of pleasure crashing up her body to meet with the ecstasy already flowing through her.
Owen pressed his mouth against hers, and as he did, his strokes became almost brutally hard and fast; Jen wanted to moan, but her breath was lost in her body somewhere as he fucked her hard and fast on the floor. Her breasts were pressed against his broad chest, and she could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage as he careened toward his edge.
“I’m coming!” he warned as he pulled back briefly, then covered her mouth with his again.
“Baby, me too!” she moaned and threw her head back as the walls of her pussy clenched around his thickness so tightly it knocked the wind from her a second time. At the same moment, she felt his huge member explode inside her, and he threw his head back as well. The next moment, they were both bathed in a golden light, and Jen felt like she was falling blissfully through uncharted space, wrapped in a shroud of peace and happiness.
When she woke, he wasn’t beside her. She walked through the spaces of the ship, calling his name as she pulled on the books she now knew where hidden handles attached to doors. Each one opened to a different room—a kitchen, a bathroom that looked like it had never been used, another small room with another bed and a lamp—and all were empty until she got to the last one.
The room was dark and cool, and there was light glowing from a slim monitor screen facing away from the door. Owen's face was illuminated by the brightness of the screen, and his features were assembled into an expression that Jen could only call wonderment. He didn’t hear her come in, nor did he hear her footfalls on the foamy floor; he didn’t look up until she was directly behind him and place one hand on his shoulder.
Owen jumped and spun in his chair, but his eyes softened when he saw it was Jen. He grinned, then looked abashedly at the monitor.
“What are you watching?” Jen asked as she pushed her fingers through his soft hair. Then her eyes focused on the screen, and she answered her own question. It was her, at her own graduation, speaking as one of the valedictorians.
“Where did you get this?” she asked, more than a little anxiety flooding her veins as she watched herself, five years younger, speak about her goals and accomplishments on the raised stage. “This wasn’t even a big deal, just my graduation from design school.”
“It’s what made me choose you,” Owen said soberly, raising his dark blue eyes to her. “This speech. You talked about climbing ladders to crest hills to scale mountains so you could reach the stars.”
Jen laughed. “I can’t believe you remember that. That was so cheesy.”
“It’s you,” Owen said earnestly. “It made me fall in love with you. It made me believe in you. It made me believe in me again.” He placed his hands on either side of her naked waist and pulled her into his lap.
“Who’s being cheesy now?” she giggled. He kissed her neck and shoulders, and her giggles turned into soft moans as his mouth moved down between her breasts to kiss and nip at the sensitive skin there.
“Cheesy is good,” Owen murmured, and Jen felt his cock stiffen and rise. “Cheesy brought me to you.”
She shivered as his hands closed over her buttocks and squeezed gently. “Yeah…but lucky for you, love is going to keep me here.”
Owen laughed. “Cheesy.”
THE END
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Stepbrother’s Secret
by Kristen Chase
Victoria
I had gotten used to Mom not coming home every night, but this time it was longer than usual, and now they were sending me to live with my dad. I fought like hell to stop them but I really had no choice. At seventeen, I was still a minor and needed a guardian, and unfortunately, that was David Scott—my father. Mom had never spoken much about him to me. I remember asking questions all the time but after continually being shrugged off and told how horrible he was for leaving us, I just gave up.
David picked me up from the airport the next day, and despite his ‘perfect dad’ persona, that he was so determined to trick me with, my plan was to keep my hostility towards him intact.
As he took me upstairs, he pointed out the bathroom to my left and then continued to a room at the end of the corridor on the right—my bedroom. The room had been perfectly made for a twelve-year-old and I rolled my eyes in disgust. However, I decided not to hand David one of my cold remarks. At this point, I just wanted to sleep, and by the looks of David’s, now deflated demeanour, so did he.
“Sleep well. There’s a towel over there for you and the bathroom is down the hall where we just passed and the kitchen is downstairs where we first entered the house. Claire and I work on Saturdays so we may not see you in the morning but my son will be home and will…”
“You have a son?” I interrupted trying to keep the hurt out of my voice as I felt the sting of rejection sink in further.
“Oh well yes, he is my step-son. Claire’s son…my wife is Claire.” He stumbled on his words. “You can meet everyone tomorrow night.”
“Okay,” was all I could manage in response.
He lingered for a couple of seconds longer and then, once realising we both had nothing else to say, he backed out of the room, closing the door behind him. Finally, I was alone.
Victoria
I woke up the next morning feeling confused to where I was but it didn’t take very long for reality to seep back in and smack me over the head: my mom, the police, the social workers, the airport, my father, and this new room. I sat up pulling my legs to my chest. I lay my head on top of my knees and tried not to cry. I wasn’t ready to let this all be real. I had to keep telling myself that this was all just temporary and soon I’d be back with my mom. But for now I just had to get through one day at a time; I needed to get up and have a shower. Yes, I needed to just bite the bullet and start the day. Wait, start the afternoon, I looked to the right of me and on the bedside table the green illuminated lights on the clock read 12:46pm. Wow, I really needed that sleep.
I picked up a towel and some clothes and headed to the bathroom. I welcomed the warm water cascading over my face and I lost myself in that moment. So much so, that I didn’t even hear the door open.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my bathroom?”
My eyes sprang open as I screamed, and threw my arms around my body trying to cover as much as possible. A boy stood in front of me laughing.
“I’m joking. You’re Victoria right? Dad told me you were around
here somewhere. Did you…”
“Get out! Get out!” I screamed before he could talk anymore.
He laughed again.
“Hey relax missy, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Get out!” I screamed again and he turned around, still laughing, and left the room.
I stood there in shock too afraid to uncover myself. I turned off the water and grabbed my towel. This shower was definitely over.
After returning to my bedroom to calm myself down, I decided to go downstairs and get something to eat. It was now 2:20pm and I was starving. I found the kitchen quite easily but was not expecting what else I found. On the couch in the large room adjoining the kitchen was some skimpy dressed girl laying on top of what I recognised to be the guy from the bathroom. I shuddered and went straight to the fridge trying to divert my attention. I opened the fridge door and tried desperately to be as loud as possible—one, to drown out the sound of tongues and lips and moans, and two, to hopefully stop it altogether. It worked.
“Hey, you finally made it downstairs missy.”
I looked over and the two of them were looking in my direction. She hadn’t even bothered to peel herself off of him and his hands were still stuck firmly on her tight backside. I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, hey.” I muttered.
“I’m Sarah.”
The girl stood up and walked over to me. I didn’t say anything and turned back to the fridge.
“Sorry you had to find us like that,” she continued, “Jake just can’t keep his hands off me sometimes.” She giggled and I rolled my eyes again.
Luckily I wasn’t facing her this time, but I really had to stop doing my impulsive eye rolling. I found some salad ingredients and turned around placing them on the kitchen bench. The boy, who I now knew as Jake, was now sitting at the bench with his arms around Sarah.
“Good idea missy, I’m starving.”
“It’s Victoria, not missy.”
“Aw, did someone have a bad sleep?” He teased.
I really wasn’t in the mood.
“Whatever, call me whatever you like,” I said sarcastically, chucked all the ingredients into a bowl, and left the kitchen.
Victoria
David and Claire got home an hour ago. David popped his head into my room but I pretended to be sleeping. However, now it’s dinner time and David ‘woke’ me up to join the ‘family’.
“Victoria, this is my wife Claire. Jake, you’ve met, and this little one is Elizabeth, our daughter.”
“Hi,” I said, trying desperately not to make any eye contact.
“Victoria, so lovely to meet you.”
Claire faked being overjoyed in my presence. It was sickening. I sat down in the empty seat next to Jake. David sat at the head of the table and Claire and Elizabeth were opposite me. I looked down at my plate and my stomach grumbled with excitement. It had been a long time since I had eaten a decent meal.
“Victoria, did Jake show you where everything is?” David tried to start a conversation with me.
“He was a bit busy with his girlfriend actually.” I responded snidely.
Jake snorted at this and David let out a small laugh.
“You have a girlfriend do you, Jake?” David asked teasingly.
“It was Sarah, Dad, still just friends.”
David looked over to me and pretended to whisper, but did so loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Jake has many friends that are girls, if you know what I mean…” He tapped his nose with his finger.
“They didn’t look like friends.” I rebutted.
I’m not sure why I was so eager to have some sort of debate about such a stupid issue but my desire to not agree with these people in any way, I guess, was stronger than I had thought.
“None of them do.” Piped up Elizabeth.
“Shut up Lizzy!”
“Ouch! Mommy, Jake kicked me.”
“That’s enough everybody.” Claire looked sternly at Jake and then at David letting them know that she was talking to them. “Jake apologise to your sister.”
“Sorry, sister.”
“And stop having girls around when your sister is around or there will be no more girls at the house.” Claire added.
Jake leant over to me grinning. “She thinks she can tell me what to do. Moms...” he said sarcastically rolling his eyes. “Don’t worry Victoria, you can have all the boys over you like.”
“Mommmm,” whined Elizabeth.
“Jake that’s enough.”
“I won’t be having boys over anyway. I have school work to concentrate on. Boys are stupid distractions.” I stated matter-of-factly.
“Now this girl has a good head on her shoulders.” David looked over smiling at me.
I gave him a small smile and went back to looking at my plate.
“I think they call them nerds, Dad.”
“Jake!” Claire and David raised their voices simultaneously.
“This is supposed to be a nice family dinner.” Claire said disappointingly.
“Alright let’s settle everyone down,” David tried to keep the peace.
“She’s a hot nerd though.” Jake said laughing.
I could feel my cheeks going red and I was starting to burn up. Elizabeth was looking at Jake with shocked wide eyes. She was also the first person to find something to say in response.
“He can’t say that to his sister can he? That’s gross. You’re gross Jake!”
“You love it, Lizzy.” He snuck in his last comment before David stood up trying to be intimidating. Claire quietly was trying to explain to Elizabeth what was happening but I couldn’t quite hear over David’s voice telling Jake to leave the table. Jake got up laughing and walked down the hallway, off to his bedroom I presumed. Thank goodness, I don’t think I could stand being in the same room as him for any longer.
“Don’t worry Victoria, Jake is always stupid but sometimes he is a good brother when he give me lollies I like. Maybe he will give you lollies soon too.” I couldn’t help but smile and feel more relaxed with Elizabeth’s attempt to make me feel better.
“Thanks, Elizabeth.”
“You can call me Lizzy. We are sisters now you know?”
“Thanks, Lizzy,” I said not responding to the word sisters, but I did feel some sort of warmth from this friendship she was giving me.
I guess we were sisters, we have the same dad after all.
Jake
Damn! They always seem to send me away just as dinner is getting interesting. I was just trying to lighten the mood and make the girl feel comfortable. I mean she was hot, I meant that, but I’m more into the party type of girl. No offence to the nerds and all but Victoria definitely is not my type. Oh, and she’s kinda my sister. I laid back on my bed and picked up my phone. I had five messages and nine missed calls. Oh god, it’s Rebecca, what did she want? Rebecca was one of my girls but she was like a stage five clinger. I’ve tried ignoring her but when the sex is good, I couldn’t really just turn her away could I? I’m one to keep all doors open you know? Don’t want to ruin any friendships by getting into a relationship. That stuff is not for me. Sex on the other hand? Well, that is definitely my forte—I mean the girls just can’t keep away. I sighed as I pressed call back next to Rebecca’s name. Maybe I could get her to have phone sex I thought. We hadn’t done that in a while.
Victoria
I have to admit, once Jake left the table, dinner was kind of nice, but don’t get me wrong, I still definitely didn’t want to be here.
I headed down the hallway to wash-up in the bathroom and it was occupied with Jake. I started backing out, but he stopped me.
“Hey, hey don’t go, missy. I’m just about to brush my teeth. The bathroom is big enough for the two of us.”
“Oh, okay thanks.”
I walked over hesitantly and I could feel his perving eyes watching me right up until I reached the basin.
“We might as well get used to this Victoria.”
We stood there brushing our teeth in total awkwardness. There was some sort of odd tension between us and I couldn’t figure out what it was. It did strange things to my stomach and I really didn’t like it.
I turned to walk out and he called out to me.
“Thanks for the date.”
I looked back over my shoulder and he was looking at me in the reflection of the mirror. I shook my head and proceeded out the door as he laughed. A stupid grin hung on his face as he yelled out to me that he was joking.
Victoria
School. Surely a week wasn’t quite a big enough break for me after losing my mom, but I was actually keen to get my head back into the books. Jake, of course, was my chaperone. We were in the same year so it made sense, but I really wasn’t looking forward to his constant company. Thankfully though, he gave me my space. Jake was way too interested in the flocks of girls, giggling and twirling their hair, encircled around him, to care whether or not I was even in the right class. This made me exceedingly happy…until I got to the cafeteria—this was a different story.
I sat down at an empty table hoping to avoid any social interaction but soon enough I had a swarm of girls pulling up chairs around me. One of them I recognised to be Sarah. She gave me a slight smile but she didn’t say a word. A blonde girl to my right was obviously the leader of the pack and began interrogating me while her groupies giggled around her.
“I like your hair.” She said fingering one of the strands that had escaped from behind my ear. “It’s soooo soft.”
“Thanks.” I gave her a fake smile.
“So you’re Jake’s sister right?”
Oh, now I understood why she was here.
“Yeah...not really…I guess so.”
“Well I’m Tanya, Jake and I have a thing going on.”
She winked at me with her stupid gorgeous blue eyes and I saw Sarah shudder behind her.