by Amy Brent
I take a deep breath. I don't think there is anything that I can say that will fix anything at the moment. I just hope that this next week will give me a chance to make up for everything, and show her in a few ways that I am not the young, dumb fool she met in college. So, I just shake my head and bite my tongue. Our parents sense the weird tension between us and switch the topic to all the fun things we are going to do at the resort.
We finish our breakfast, and our parents tell us all the details about the trip, and the time we will fly out. They tell us not to worry about clothes or any of that. They already have packed for us. We will go back to our rooms to get ready for the flight. We agree to ride to the airport together. They must have been planning this all along. I pity them for trying to create something good for their fucked up kids.
We leave the table, Samantha grabs my hand hard as our parents walk out of sight. I freeze and face her in the doorway of the restaurant. Her nails dig into my wrist. It just reminds me of when we were fucking. She glares at me. I want to flip her back around, bend her over, and remind her of how good it can feel between us.
"If you fucking touch me, or try to talk to me when we aren't with our parents I will rip your throat out on the goddamn honeymoon." Her threat makes me horny as fuck.
"Okay," I lean in, so my mouth is inches from her ear. "I'll only touch you when we're around them then."
Before she can respond, I kiss her on the lips and walk away. I can't help it, watching her all riled up, gets me hard as a rock. She wants to slap me, but the shock has left her wide-eyed and with an open mouth.
Chapter 8
Sam
I take my seat on the airplane. Of course, James' seat is right next to mine on the side of the plane. Our parents are seated right in front of us. I keep my focus looking out the window, avoiding eye contact with my step brother, who just happens to be the biggest douche in the world. I cannot believe him. It as though he has no respect for anyone but himself. If he thinks that I am just going to be some easy lay, well…then he is wrong. He is a monster. I will make sure that I am anything but easy for him to handle.
"Uh, I believe I have the window seat," he says after he puts his carry bag in the container above us. I ignore him. "Okay, that's fine. I don't mind the aisle, anyway. Makes it easier to slide in and out."
"Seriously?" I mutter.
"Yeah, my legs are long so that they can scrunch up and I need to stretch."
I can't even stand him. He sits next to me, in a loose white shirt and shorts, ready for the warm weather. His muscles are easy to see. God dammit. I can't let him tempt me anymore. That's exactly what he wants. I know his plan. His perfect body just makes it more difficult for me to ignore him.
The plane takes off, and I lean my seat back, trying to fall asleep, so the next few hours fly by fast. The resort we are going to is large, so I know that I will be able to avoid him. I open my eyes and look over at my step brother. He has his headphones, and his lips are silently mouthing some song. He looks over at me, trying to look innocent, but I'm not buying it. I close my eyes fast. Hopefully, he doesn't notice that I was looking at him. I pull the blanket I brought out and spread it across my lap. I hear his chest rise and fall as he breathes slowly. It makes me think about having sex with him and the way he pants as he fucks me. I shake my head and remind myself that he is a sleazy liar, but my pussy still likes the idea of him being inside of it. I cross my legs under the blanket. He looks over at me. God, I wonder what sick idea he has brewing in his mind. Or maybe it's me with this sleazy idea. He clears his throat and folds his arms. I stare at his large, veiny forearm. I can't help, but think about how they must flex when he fingers me. I chew on the inside of my cheek.
My eyes shoot open. Oh god, his right arm has slid under the blanket and is creeping up my bare leg. I reach down and snatch his wrist hard.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I hiss under my breath.
He tilts close to me, so his body is pressing against my shoulder. He smells so good, and his muscles are so tight.
"Mom and dad are here," he whispers, "so I am allowed to touch you."
I suck on my cheek. My body is telling me just to let it go. It wants his fingers to slide inside. Jesus Christ.
"Fuck you," I say.
"That's what I want too," he says with a sly smile. His hand goes a little higher. My legs can't help but open up a little for him. It is like they have a mind of their own. I close my eyes.
"We're family now. Family forgives each other," he whispers gently in my ear. His fingers lightly rub my clit up and down through my underwear.
"Family also doesn't fuck each other," I say softly back to him.
"I guess you could say we are both fucked up then."
Before I can get a response, his fingers slide into me, offering sweet relief to the aching in between my legs. I clench my teeth to keep from gasping. I close my eyes and keep my teeth gritted together. My hand is still clamped down on his wrist as if I am going to stop him at some point, but I don't want it to stop. It feels so good. Warmth spreads throughout my body. He adds another finger, filling me with his hand. His hand moves slowly under the blanket, pulling in and out. He looks at me with his mouth half open.
"Do you still hate me?" he asks.
"Of course I do," I say firmly between breaths. His hand stops and my body almost screams in protest. It wants more. He can't stop. What the fuck.
"Are you sure?" he asks. Then all at once, his hand moves fast, his fingers pound me hard, and a gasp escapes my throat.
"Ah, ah," I murmur into his shoulder, twisting my body into his arm. I cannot believe he is so good at fingering.
"That's what I thought," he says, relaxing slightly. He continues finger fucking my slit under the blanket. My pussy soaks in every second of his touch. It wants more and more of my step brother.
"James - I, uh..." he stares at me, his fingers continue to bury themselves between my legs. "Go - uh, slow." He doesn't though. He does the exact opposite. He slides another finger into me and pumps faster and faster. I can barely take it. I cum on his fingers completely overwhelmed with the sensation. My body tightens, and the release is extreme. I almost scream, but I fall forward into his lap. My face lands on his hard shaft over his shorts.
"Hey you guys," Stanley says turning right at the moment, my face is plastered in his son's crotch. James rests his hands on my head and pats my face gently.
"Poor thing is so exhausted," he says.
I grimace. He holds my head down, so my face is forced to be smashed up against his dick.
"Awe, the wedding was a lot. Tonya is out too. This will be a good way to rest up. I just wondered what you guys wanted to do first at the resort?"
"Whatever you two want, dad," James says with a smile. His dad nods and turns back around. I lift my head up. He looks at me and smiles.
"Well, look whose finally awake."
I frown.
"I think I might hate you," I say plainly.
"I don't think that's true, Samantha."
I don't argue with him anymore. I sigh and pull my blanket back up to my chin. I need to have more self-control if I plan to get through this trip.
I stand inside the single bedroom of the resort. It's almost like being at paradise. It's hot, but there is a cool breeze coming off the ocean. The room overlooks the reasonably new resort with tall palm trees and a long white beach. We are supposed to be freshening up to meet for food. Usually, I would be over the top excited for a free surprise vacation to the Bahamas, but right now the only thing that I can think about is what I am going to do with my step brother. I sit on the bed and stare at the mirror.
Right now, he is in control. He knows it. He can seduce me, and I will give in. I can't help that my body wants him so badly. Fuck. I fall back into the pillows. I need to be the one with the upper hand. He has been fucking with me far too long. The idea comes to me then. I have just as much power over him as he does over me. We are both trapped here. I
stare at the tall door connecting our rooms. I walk over and press my ear to it. I can hear him singing softly to himself. I wonder if he is in there naked about to get in the shower. He has to have some sort of blue balls from the plane ride here. I mean - I felt his boner with my face. I know he must be horny. He might act like he is all cool and collected all the time, but I know the man has to have a breaking point. They all do.
My hand reaches between my legs where I begin to touch myself. I start with my full breasts and rub them over my dress. I moan slightly and listen through the door to see if his singing has stopped. I pull my dress over my head, so I am sitting on the floor in my underwear which is still slightly wet from the plane ride. My hand reaches behind my back, and my fingers unclasp the bra. My breasts fall out and into my hands. I play with my tits, pulling on my nipples making them hard and erect, just the way I like to have them touched. I make sure to whimper into the door. The room next to mine is silent. He must have heard something. Knowing he is listening turns me on. It's like putting on a show for my stepbrother. My fingers twirl around my left breast, and I bring it my mouth, sucking on it loudly. I know I have his attention now. I can hear his breathing through the door. My mind begins to think about James’ standing there, wanting to watch me as he is helplessly tugging on his long hard shaft. His cock upright dripping with precum waiting to dive inside of me… I slide open my pussy lips with one hand while the other hand gently strokes my clit. I imagine James can see me, as he jerks off eagerly. I let out a loud moan as I slowly slip a finger into my pussy and keep the other on my clit, rubbing up and down. The pleasure is instant, my legs tighten, and I don't dare hold back one breath or whimper. I continue finger fuck myself until the sensation is too much to bear and I know I need to cum. I let the orgasm wash over me, and I slam my back against the door, crying out loud as the sensation overtakes my body. I hear him then, jerking himself off, breathing, groaning.
"Oh, fuck!" I scream as I don't allow myself a break from self-pleasuring. One hand stays inside of my contracting pussy while the other switches between my hard nipples and my engorged clit. Finally, when the orgasm begins to build again, I keep my fingers on my clit, rocking my hips into my hand. I know I am about to cum again. I tilt my head back and let a scream of pleasure pass between my lips. The euphoria controls my whole body, and I shake wildly on the floor. I finally pull my two sopping wet fingers from between my legs and press my ear back to the door.
"Jesus," I hear him whisper. "Sam," he calls out. "Do you need any help in there?" I can't help but laugh in delight, knowing he wants nothing more than to come in here and join, but that's not happening. I won't let him. I gently rub my nipples letting the sensation of cumming wash over me and turn into a dull warm feeling. I moan softly, to keep egging him on. I let the torture go on for a few more minutes, and then stop. I slowly get up and freshen up to meet up with our parents.
The rest of the evening on the beach, I try to avoid him as best as I can. But when I see him, I know that he is hungry for my body, and that's what I want for him - to suffer. His eyes are glued to me while he relaxes on the beach. I make sure to wear my skimpiest suit when we lay out on the sand. When our parents head out to swim, I turn to face James. We are laying on towels next to one another.
"James?" I say his name soft and low.
He turns to look at me. His flawless body is out as he is just in blue swim trunks.
"What's up?" he asks.
"Do you mind, rubbing sunscreen on my back?" I ask. He raises his eyebrows.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"I mean, as long as it won't upset your girlfriend."
He shakes his head and grabs the bottle of sunscreen. The white creamy liquid squirts out of the bottle and into his hand. It smears between his fingers as he rubs his hands together and then onto the skin of my back. I reach back and untie my bathing suit top. He swallows. His rubs my skin slowly kneading into my back. I make sure to moan in pleasure as he gently massages my body. He tries to slip a hand onto my breast, but I swat it away.
"I thought that's what you wanted," he whispers. "I heard you in your bedroom earlier."
"Oh?" I act surprised but don't pay him too much attention. He stops rubbing my back, and I retie my bathing suit top and sit up. I take the bottle of sunscreen out of his hand and squirt some directly onto my chest. I rub the cream between my breasts and cleavage right in front of his face, kneading into them. I even pull down slightly, exposing my stiff nipples. He tries to look away but cannot help but stare.
"Thanks," I say, handing him the bottle back and laying on the blanket to enjoy some more of the sun rays. This is going to be way easier than I thought. He coughs and stands up.
"I'm going swimming," he says.
"Make sure to hide your boner," I say without looking at him. He pauses and looks down.
"What are trying to do?" he asks me. I smile.
"Not you."
"Really?"
"Really. You're my step brother, remember?"
***
That night, he didn't try anything. I half expected him to try and break in or maybe scale the small balconies that are attached to each room, but he didn't. I think I might be slightly disappointed I was looking forward to turning him away.
But in the morning, the sun shines in through the room, and I hear him getting ready for his day. We are supposed to be going on the boat with our parents. But before then, while we are still in our room, I climb out of bed completely naked. I hear James on the balcony drinking coffee. I shamelessly walk out and between the two French doors into the balcony. I don't look at him though. I pretend I don't notice him sitting on the chair of his balcony next to mine. My tits are up and my nipples hard. I close my eyes and stretch, giving him a clear, direct view of everything that he is missing. After I know, he gets a good glimpse of my body. I return back to my room satisfied with myself, and a bit turned on by the boldness of my actions. I have no idea how he reacts, but I know it will be a matter of days before he can no longer handle it, and when he comes begging for it I will make sure to torture him the way he tortured me.
After breakfast, we make our way to the boat my parents have rented. They sit at the back, while I am at the front, holding a cold beer, looking out over the beautiful ocean. James comes and sits across from me smiling. What a large stupid grin, I think.
"Well, you look happy," I say.
Our parents snuggle up in the back, opening up a bottle of champagne. James nods.
"I am very happy."
"Might I ask why?"
"Oh you know, the sunrise was amazing this morning. I had a really great view."
I raise my eyebrows.
Awe that's cute. He thinks I have no idea about it and is trying to embarrass me.
"Great," I say. The boat starts. We bob over the wave. My tits bounce up with the shaking. I don't try to stop it. Instead, I stick my chest out.
"It is really great," he says smiling. He leans back in the seat. Ocean water sprays over our face. He pulls his white cotton shirt off revealing his six-pack. The water sprinkling on his chest, makes his tan skin shimmer. I try not to stare. He looks at me and smiles with a stupid grin. I try to ignore him and focus on enjoying the boat ride.
"What are you so smiley about?" I ask, narrowing my eyes and staring at my step brother.
"Oh, you know..."
"No. I don't know," I say sharply back, losing my patience.
"Just - uh I got some really great pictures this morning. Of the sun rise, I mean."
I freeze. All the peace and calm leaves my body. My head snaps back to his direction.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I hiss. He reaches into his pocket chuckling to himself, shaking his phone in his hand.
"I got some great snaps of those large perky suns...so stunning. You should have seen them - round, full, needing to be sucked. It would be a shame if something---you know.."
Before he finishes, I lunge across the boat on top of h
im. My hands grab his wrists, and my fingernails dig into his arm.
"You are a sick fuck!" I scream, trying to get the phone out of his hands. He laughs lifting his phone up out of my arms reach, forcing me to stretch, so his face is smothered in my tits. I flinch back and stand.
"Samantha!" my mom screams from the back of the boat. Stanley and Tonya look at both of us completely confused. "What are you doing?"
I look back at James. Who still is smiling like some fucking idiot. Its official I hate him.
"Just goofing around," James says. I look back at my mom and then to my step brother. I sit back down slowly, brooding in my hate for him. It's not as though as I can tell our parents that James has nudes of me on his phone. I wait till our parents have returned to their drinks and conversation. I try to avoid the eyes of the driver. Who knows how much he has heard.