Sash wipes saliva away from her chin and hiccups lightly. It makes her giggle, and smile at the same time and Dante can’t help but think it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
“Take your clothes off.”
“No”, Sash says, playing the game.
“Take them off.”
“No, uh-uh”, Sash says, swinging her legs out from underneath her to sit cross-legged and shake her head.
“Sash”, Dante reasons. “Take your clothes off before I get mad.”
“Nope, not going to happen.”
Sash smiles up at him.
A millisecond passes before Dante advances. Sash screams and tries to escape, but her stepbrother is much quicker. He gathers her up in his arms and wrestles her back to the table, flattening her out across it at a ninety degree angle.
“If you’re not going to do it-“, Dante says, raising her skirt quickly. “I’m going to have to do it myself.”
Her panties are in his hand briefly and then on the floor before she has a chance to say no again.
Sash giggles, as though she’s been caught doing something she shouldn’t and the punishment makes the whole thing worthwhile. Her pussy is tingling even before he gets to it, and she can feel him hot and fat against her skin.
Dante takes her right leg in his hand. He lifts it up to the table and forces her to stretch it out straight. Like this, she is completely exposed, and not only does she absolutely love it, she can’t think of anything else she’d prefer to be doing.
Dante wastes no time in taking what he wants. He drops to his knees, closes his mouth around her pussy and drives his tongue deeply into her hole. No kisses around the edge, no glances up and down, no fuss and foreplay.
Sash squeals in delight as he breaks his way inside her, forcing her pussy automatically down onto his tongue. Tingles break out along her back, riding along her spine and up into her brain. Dante darts the fatness of his swollen muscle back and forth inside her, before pulling out completely and moving to her tumescent and sensitive clit.
He sucks her, her licks her, he strokes her back and forth, and Sash moans under each one of his perfect little movements, her body melting beneath her skin. With her hole vacant, Dante reasons it needs to be filled. Into it he slides his middle finger, working it in slowly until he’s satisfied he’s found her G-spot. Sash gurgles with barely concealed delight, as he stimulates it in coaxing motions, her pussy already contracting around his extended digit.
She needs very little more encouragement. His tongue on her clit would have done it alone, but with his finger inside her as well, she can feel it already bleeding out across her skin like fire, ready to explode magnificently and take her down with it. Dante drives on with a clear goal in mind, no intention to deviate until he’s achieved what he wants. Sash is trembling beneath him, her back spasming against the rose petal covered desk like electricity is ripping through her. He can feel her pussy cling desperately to his finger, her clit thrum against his tongue.
She moans, her hands splayed across the table, her fingers twitching. Dante holds her wide. He finds a rhythm that seems to excite her the best and sticks to it rigidly. He laps at her clitoris and teases the swollen skin of her G-spot, the rest of his fingers closed into a fist and nudging her tumid lips with sweet kisses that make her tremble from head to toe.
He can feel her climbing, gorging herself on his touch, the world melting at the edges. Sash has never felt like this. She has never felt so wanted by him, so spoiled. The flowers, the presents, the tongue on her clit about to make her come, she has never felt so idolized, so important. It’s coming, and she can feel it. It’s coming strong and hard. It’s coming and she can’t control it.
When her breathing begins to peak, and Dante knows she’s at the very edge of an orgasm, at the very last point before it consumes her, where just a touch in the right place on her body would send her exploding in fits of blissful ecstasy, he stops what he’s doing immediately. He pulls his finger out of her pussy and then he pulls his tongue away from her swollen nub, and then he stands up behind her pointedly.
Sash is so close, she would explode if someone blew on her skin. Even the rose petals underneath her are close to setting her off.
“Dante”, she cries, devastated he’s left her on the edge.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Sash. And naughty girls don’t get what they want, I’m afraid.”
Her pussy is visibly throbbing. Dante can see both of her holes open and close, shiny with her juices. Sash doesn’t know what to do. She’s agonizingly close to coming, but she can’t do it alone.
“Fuck me, Dante”, she begs. “Make me come.”
“Oh I’m going to fuck you alright, Sash, but you’re not allowed to come, do you understand me?”
“Oh, baby.”
“Uh-uh. If you’d taken your clothes off when I’d asked you-.”
“Please”, Sash moans. “Please make me come.”
“Uh-uh. If you come, when I push my cock inside your tight little hole, I’m going to be very angry.”
“I promise I won’t. Put your cock inside me, please.”
“I mean it, Sash”, he says, his cock in his hand now. “If I feel you come, just even a little bit, I’m going to have to punish you even harder.”
Dante guides his cock to her trembling hole. To tease her even further, he slides his cock initially along her gash, bumping it gently against her clit. Sash shuts her eyes tightly and holds on.
The sensation is almost unbearable. She has to do everything in her power to force herself not to push down on it. Her heart is racing so hard she can hear it. Her legs are trembling with little uncontrollable jerks, and her pussy is aching so much for his cock she almost gives in and lets it take her.
Dante finds her hole.
He nudges his way inside slowly, making sure every part of both his and her apparatus are fully engaged and stimulated completely. Sash moans loudly as he parses her, her pussy yawning to his effort and swallowing him inside her greedily.
“I’m warning you, Sash.”
Sash can’t speak. She can hardly breath for the concentration. Each millimeter more he goes inside her, the effort of holding herself back increases exponentially. What she is attempting to do is harder than anything she’s ever had to do before. Dance competitions, university. Compared to this, keeping herself away from Dante for three years was like a picnic in the park.
Continuing at crawling speed, Dante eases himself gradually inside her, his cock screaming out with pleasure. Sash is on the very edge of it, but Dante is ready to explode too. Fucking her like this is absolutely sensational. Teasing her with something he knows she wants is an effort of control and resistance on her part and his. Holding himself back from pounding her tiny little pussy hard, requires an almost inhuman level of concentration.
At his deepest, his balls press magnificently against her pussy lips. Sash can’t help but moan.
“Sash”, Dante warns, his voice affected by his increasing desires.
Again Sash can’t respond. She’s locked into it, her pleasure pulsing across her in bounds, tugging her towards perfection.
Dante withdraws. Every part of his engorged shaft screams with orgasmic delight. Sash can feel every single square millimeter of her pussy, every single nerve ending inside her body calling out for it, demanding she let it take her. She doesn’t know how much longer she can hold on. Back in up to his balls, Dante pushes just that little bit further, enough to make Sash moan again. When he begins to draw out, it’s already started.
As much as she tries to force it away, she can’t. It’s upon her and it won’t let go. Dante can feel it too. He can see it in the way her skin begins to shiver, and hear it in the staggered way she moans.
When it finally hits, her pussy convulsing so much it nearly forces Dante out completely, it comes at her so strongly, her leg jerks uncontrollably to the floor, the table shuddering and threatening to break completely.
She
opens and closes her fists, just for somewhere for the sensation to go, and then loses herself inside it completely. Whatever Dante wants to do to her for disobeying him again, so be it, this sensation is out of this world. She’s never felt anything this strong before, and even when the first wave has swept through her, the second and third seismic blasts hit her in ways she never thought were possible. Her body tumbles and falls over itself in repeated orgasms, that make the term multiple seem ludicrously insufficient, and she feels complete in a way only Dante has the capacity to provoke. A long time passes when she wants to say something and can’t, incapacitated by the scale of the orgasm that’s taking her over.
Dante is quiet too, not because he’s waiting for Sash to speak, but because he’s fighting to control himself as well. Sash’s pussy is gripping his cock and spasming it close to exploding. Just seeing her like this, crumbling under his touch, makes him so horny, if he let himself he could come just by watching her.
“Not acceptable”, Dante finally spits out.
While Sash is still reeling under the immensity of it, trying to make sense of the world she’s just been plunged into, Dante grabs her around the hips. She’s lost the game and now, with it changed slightly, Dante has a new goal.
He pulls out as slowly as he can manage, pauses with his cock at the very entrance to her hole and drills it back inside her. Firmly in place, he grunts, the deep guttural sound of a pre-historic man in need of carnal satisfaction.
Sash didn’t think she could go any higher. Each thump of his cock inside her now, does just that. It isn’t long before the sensation overwhelms him. With his stepsister already on cloud nine and swimming in a lake of perfection, Dante pushes himself there too. Sash is openly screaming now, although she knows nothing of it. She’s lost complete control of her body, her sensations driving her actions entirely. It’s on the reverse stroke that it finally takes him. He has placed her leg back on the table, having to hold it there himself to keep it in place, so he can see her pussy stretched wide around his cock, and watch his balls come in contact with her skin, and its a combination of this and the feather-like sensitivity of his pulsating pride, that finally pushes him over.
Dante twists his neck up to bay an escaping grunt at the ceiling. He rocks forwards onto the balls of his feet and drives his cock home even further, so at the point in which he swells beyond recourse, Sash experiences him in his entirety.
She feels his balls tighten against her pussy lips. Inside her, his glans swells and pushes insistently on her cervix.
She feels him strong behind her, his full weight pinning her assertively to the wood. She hears him let out another violent grunt, and then she feels it as it explodes along the base of his shaft.
Twisting his body towards her, he grits his teeth, draws the taut muscles of his stomach together and unleashes himself deliberately inside her. Each pump pushes her even deeper into orgasm until he is finally, magnificently spent and Sash is quivering feverishly.
Her skin hot and cold, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, Dante folds himself into her.
She can hardly breath, let alone speak. Her pulse flashes through her body as though sped up a hundred times over. She can feel the goosebumps that litter Dante’s skin. Together they are a crumbled mess of orgasmic delight and Sash can’t even begin to think how they might put themselves back together again.
She doesn’t know how it happens, but at some point after he has come, Dante peels her off the table, Rose petals stuck to her skin like sweet wrappers and carries her like a Roman God, across the threshold and into the bedroom.
There, she wraps herself around the sheets, before her stepbrother, her magnificent man of extraordinary talent, wraps himself around her too, already hungry for more.
Chapter 25
They wake with the sun rolling in through the gaps in the red, heavy-threaded, crushed velvet curtains, and this time when Sash rolls over, she is delighted to find her stepbrother still in the bed alongside her. She pours herself into him, melting against the thickness of his chest, drowning herself in his scent and essence, and lavishing him with kisses. For the first time in their staggered relationship together, Sash feels like she has finally got him.
He pulls her tightly to him, and she lets her hands roam his skin, her fingers dancing tantalizingly over the broadness of his shoulders, tracing the lines of his muscles across his torso and down towards the throbbing, thickness of his already swollen meat.
Dante catches her hand just before she gets to it, playfully pins it against the pillow above her head and rolls himself on top of her. He kisses the sensitive underside of her upper arm, across the delicate lines of her shoulder, down past her breasts and around her belly button. Sash giggles as he goes, the light brush of his lips tickling her body in frenzied electric pulses, while the heat of his engorged member insists urgently against her tender, goosebumped skin.
Dante nudges her legs apart with his own, and like this, silent but for their exigent breathing, he guides himself inside her. As they make love, the sun warm against Dante’s back, Sash’s body trembling yet again just to have him against her, she can’t help but feel complete.
Stepbrother or not, this is the man she’s definitely meant to be with. This is the man she has always loved, and the only man who can make her feel this way. Afterwards, when Sash has the warm, gooey sensation running through her body of yet another incredible series of orgasms, and Dante is lying against her again, satisfied enough for now, she feels like she could stay here forever and never need anything else in her life again. Dante nuzzles into her neck. He pulls her backwards into him, his arms locked around her waist and his legs up close to hers in a tangled spoon.
“I have a surprise for you today”, he whispers.
“A surprise? I don’t know if I deserve a surprise, do I?”
“It’s a present for us both. Something I’ve wanted to give you for a very long time.”
Sash twists around so she can face him. She studies his eyes, touches his lips with her fingers and tries to guess what it could be. Is he going to propose, is that what this is about? Are they going to run away together?
“What is it?”
“It’s a surprise, Sash. The whole point of a surprise is that you don’t tell the person you’re planning to give it to, what it is.”
“Yeah I know that, but, I’m here now, you might as well tell me.”
“Uh-uh. It would ruin it.”
He gets up, leaving Sash lying face down on the bed, her legs moving up and down idly like a child throwing a tantrum. Dante knows his stepsister hates surprises. He knows she’ll struggle to think about anything else all morning until she finds out what it is.
“You’ll see soon enough. We have to go there this morning.”
“Go there, go where?”
Sash gets up off the bed to follow her stepbrother towards the bathroom.
“You’ll see.”
“Well what do I have to wear?”
Dante turns the shower on and steps underneath the water. It’s a walk in open planned system with jets coming from above and to the side. Sash closes the distance to join him.
“Something sexy.”
Sash gathers soap in her hands and begins to rub it into his skin, her hands naturally working their way back down his chest and towards his hardening cock.
“Something like yesterday?”
“Uh-huh.”
In her hands, he grows quickly, easily turned on by her touch.
“I’ve got a lot of dresses.”
Sash pushes back his foreskin and begins to wank him. “I could wear one without panties.”
“Go on.”
“Only you and I would know. You could put your hand between my legs, your fingers up inside me.”
“Uh-huh. What else?”
While Sash draws his foreskin gently over his swollen glans, she rubs the tip of her thumb into the sensitive connective tissue that joins his crown to his shaft. Already, pr
e-cum has begun to build up and ooze out of his tip. Dante tilts his head back, enjoying the sensation of the hot water tumbling over his skin while his stepsister wanks him.
“You could bend me over when nobody is looking, lick my tight, wet hole and push your cock slowly inside me.”
“Yes”, Dante says. “Oh, yes, I could do that. What else?”
His cock throbbing under her touch now, he could let himself go so easily like this.
“You could loosen my asshole with my cum and then when I’m ready and on the edge of an orgasm, you could push your way inside me with your sensitive, swollen cock.”
She tightens her grip, one hand on his shaft, the other massaging his balls.
“That sounds like a perfect idea.”
Dante’s breathing is already stuttered. Sash can sense he’s nearing an orgasm. She knows if she continues, he’ll explode all over her belly. She wants it, but she wants to tease him even more.
“Ok”, she says, pulling her hand away quickly. “I’ll go and see what I can find.”
Before Dante can stop her, she’s turned on her heels and is back in the bedroom giggling away at what she’s just done.
In the bathroom, Dante stands with his mouth open and his cock throbbing, seconds away from orgasm. “Sash”, he shouts. “I’m going to make you regret that.”
“I’m busy”, Sash shouts back. “I have to find something nice to wear!”
Dante stares down at his swollen cock. He could finish the job easily, but it wouldn’t be the same.
“Fucking hell.”
He shakes his head, a wry smile breaking out across his face. She’s learning.
He’ll let her get away with this one, only because he knows that if tonight is going to be the most important moment in their relationship and the best moment of his life, he first needs to persuade her to have the operation.
Everything so far has been leading up to this moment, and he sure as hell doesn’t want to fuck it up. It’s only taken three years of waiting, and even though he’s not going to take no for an answer, he’d prefer Sash to be on the same page as him before they start. He’s pretty sure he won’t have a problem, but it would just make a much more pleasant experience for them both if she was.
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