“Dylan what?” he purred.
“Dylan,” she moaned. “Fuck, you're huge. You're going to tear me apart.”
He laughed. “No, I won't,” he told her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “But thanks for the compliment.” She squirmed beneath him, desperate for him to keep going, and he obliged. He gave a few more hard thrusts, nearly making her hit her head on the wall behind them, before he started his rhythmic pumping. Katie felt him filling her, moving within her, his breathy moans in her ear. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, gliding her hand up to entangle her fingers in his hair. She sighed and moaned, clenching tightly around him and he kissed her, a tender, sweet kiss that caught her off guard. She'd never actually been kissed during sex before. It was a welcome sort of different. “God, you're beautiful,” he breathed.
Katie felt herself moving toward that cliff again – she couldn't prevent falling off of it for much longer. She was letting out little panting moans, wrapping her legs around his and feeling the friction of her smooth legs on his hairy ones. “Dylan,” she cautioned. “You're making me...”
“I know, baby,” he murmured, sliding in and out of her slowly. “I know. Just...ride it out,” he advised, his movements becoming more jerky and less controlled. He was reaching the end too.
She smiled slightly and kissed him. “Cum with me,” she whispered, losing her breath. Her words propelled him forward and soon they were both erupting, wrapped around each other in a passionate embrace. Dylan pulled out at the last moment, spilling himself onto her stomach with a husky moan. He flopped down by her side, wiping the sweat from his brow.
“Wow,” he said in a quick breath. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Katie said, more content and sated than she'd felt in a long time.
He looked over at her, his dimpled half-smile in place. “Sorry about that,” he said, motioning to the mess he'd left on her stomach. “I wasn't sure if you were on the pill or...”
“No, it's fine,” she said quickly. “I am. I'll go get cleaned up,” she said, making a move to stand. He grabbed her arm.
“Here,” he said, chucking a clean towel from his laundry pile at her. “Stay with me a while.”
She stared at him. “You don't...want me to go?” she asked, genuinely confused.
“Of course I don't want you to go, dummy,” he laughed. “Get over here,” he commanded playfully, holding out his arms.
She wiped her stomach clean and cautiously moved toward him. She felt like this was a trap of some kind. “Okay...” she said, voice full of trepidation. “Why?”
“Because I want to cuddle! Can't a guy want to cuddle?” he asked her, eyes clear and friendly. After a pause, they darkened. “Has nobody ever wanted to cuddle with you after...”
“Nope,” she said quickly, gaze averted.
“Well there's a first time for everything, get over here,” he said, gently pulling her toward him. “See, this is nice.”
It was nice. She was wrapped up in his arms like before on the couch, only now they were more connected. She had her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beating, gradually slowing down from its very recent exertion. He smoothed her hair with his hand and kissed her on the forehead. “Wow,” he repeated.
“We probably shouldn't have done that,” Katie said. After a beat, she giggled.
He laughed. “Yeah, probably not.”
Soon they were both cracking up at what they'd just done.
“Mom and Bill would freak the fuck out!” Katie squealed.
“Oh my God, I can't imagine their faces,” Dylan added, chuckling with tears in his eyes.
“Jesus Christ, we screwed up,” Katie laughed, snuggling into him deeper.
“Ah,” Dylan said, waving her statement away, “whatever. What they don't know won't hurt them.”
She looked up at him, beaming, and kissed his cheek. “We are so stupid,” she smiled.
“The dumbest,” he agreed, a twinkle in his green eyes. “But I like it,” he smiled, dropping another sweet kiss on the top of her head.
“Me too,” she smiled.
Chapter 7
The next morning, Katie wandered downstairs wrapped in Dylan's maroon sweatshirt after she woke up in his bed by herself. She took in her surroundings – the movie posters, the cluttered dresser, the drum set that had so annoyed her until...
She couldn't believe last night actually happened. She never expected to even get along with her step-brother, let alone have feelings like this for him. Nothing in her life had ever come close to making her feel as loved as she did last night – not winning homecoming queen (twice), not being the only freshman invited to prom (at two different schools), not being voted most popular in her senior yearbook. The way Dylan looked at her, it was like he really understood who she was. He didn't underestimate her or make her feel stupid. He let her be herself.
She padded into the kitchen, hair surely a mess. She didn't bother to look in the mirror, though. For once, she didn't feel like she needed to. When she rounded the corner she saw Dylan at the stove making pancakes and smiled. How cute could he possibly be? she thought to herself. He was still shirtless and wearing those same plaid PJs. His brow was furrowed as he poured the batter onto the griddle messily. He was clearly concentrating more than he needed to, and apparently didn't hear her come in. “You okay over there?” Katie asked, leaning up against the counter with her arms crossed.
Dylan jumped, spilling most of the batter on the stovetop. “Jesus!” He exclaimed. “Oh my God, you scared me,” he said, smiling. “I was trying to make you pancakes. Our pancakes. For breakfast in bed,” he beamed. “You look good in that,” he told her, pointing to his hoodie, which was gigantic on her tiny frame.
“Well,” Katie pointed out, “thank you, but your pancakes are burning.” She pointed over his shoulder.
Dylan turned his head back to the griddle. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed, grabbing a dish towel and fanning away the smoke. “Uh, what do I do here? Katie?” His voice was becoming increasingly panicked.
“Relax!” Katie told him. “Just turn the stove off, you goofball!”
“Uhhh....” Dylan searched for the knob, temporarily forgetting all of his surroundings, it seemed. Katie rushed to his side and flicked the switch. He was being absolutely adorable.
“I didn't know you were this hopeless in the kitchen,” she laughed as he continued his frenzied shuffling. “No wonder I only ever see you eating cereal,” she said as she turned the stove fan on. She looked down again at the pajama pants he'd been wearing for days. “When are you going to take those damn pants off?”
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, the pancake situation finally under control, and raised one eyebrow seductively. “You want to get these off me again so quickly, hmm?” he teased, moving closer and winking.
Katie knew he was just playing around, but she decided to be a little naughty and call his bluff. She leaned in for a big kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, and just before her lips touched his, she whispered, “Yep,” and yanked his pants down before scurrying away into the living room laughing. He'd be after her in a second.
“Hey!” he called after her, laughing and pulling his pants back up as he started to follow her into the living room. “What was that, you little brat?”
She giggled as he chased after her. Katie ran around the couch to try to dodge him, but Dylan was too fast and too big for her. She tried to block him with a pillow, but he grabbed her and held fast, the two smiling and laughing. His football background would have made it impossible for her to outrun him anyway – not that she would ever want to. He scooped her up into his arms and twirled her around, her legs kicking wildly, before he dropped her lightly onto the soft cushions of the couch. “Now you're gonna get it,” he smiled playfully.
“Oh am I?” she asked, sticking out her tongue.
“Yes, you are,” he said more quietly, leaning in for a kiss.
“I do think you need to get
those pants off, though,” she flirted.
“Oh yeah?” he asked. His eyes darkened with desire.
“Mhmm,” she responded, biting her lip. She wriggled out from underneath him and slid off the couch and onto the floor in front of him. He made a move to pick her up, but she stopped him. “Uh-uh,” she warned. “This is just for you. Sit back, relax, and just enjoy it.” She tugged at the waistband of his pants and pulled them down past his knees. He sighed and let his head roll back.
“Jesus, Katie,” he said before she took him in her mouth. He was already hard. She ran her fingers gently down the length of him, feeling the heat of his arousal. He looked at her intently, gaze burning into hers. On her knees, she looked like a tiny pixie and he couldn't wait to see her lips wrapped around his cock. He pulled the hoodie she was wearing over her head, exposing her naked body. “I want to see you”, he whispered.
She smiled and ran her tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip before taking it in her mouth. He moaned, legs beginning to twitch. “Fuck, Katie,” he hissed. She started to slide him deeper into his mouth, slowly at first, until she was gagging. Sputtering, she took her mouth off of him, letting her saliva drip down his shaft. Bobbing her head up and down, she moved her hand in perfect sync with her mouth. She looked up at him with her lips still wrapped around the head of his cock and flicked her tongue back and forth. “Oh my God, babe,” he said, pushing her hair back from her face and bucking his hips. She kept up her steady rhythm until he she could tell he was about to cum.
Abruptly, he gently pushed her off of him, something she didn't expect. “Stand up,” he instructed, voice husky. “Turn around. Bend over.” His words made her heart race and she felt herself getting wetter. She turned around to face the couch but looked over her shoulder at him. His face was wild, almost feral. He pushed down on her lower back, forcing her lower onto the couch. She wiggled her ass at him teasingly. He growled and she could feel him probing her entrance, prepared to slide himself in.
“Dylan?” she asked before he entered her, getting a sudden idea that made her heart race. She knew he'd love it too.
“Yeah, baby?” he responded, voice strained. He was clearly trying to keep it together as much as he could, which was why she knew her next request was going to turn him into an animal.
“Will you fuck my ass?” she asked sweetly, with a pout in her voice. Katie wiggled her ass in his direction again.
“Oh my God,” Dylan growled. In an instant he was on his knees, face buried in her ass, licking her hole for an easy entrance. He stood and brushed his cock against her. “You sure?” he asked her gruffly.
“I'm sure,” she said, excited.
“Oh my God, thank fuck.” He spit on her hole once more before he pressed into her slowly, making her squeal. She bit into one of the throw pillows Nancy had picked out to match the décor. He was so big, but she wanted to feel him like this. The deeper he got, the better it felt, and soon the entire head of his cock was in her ass. “Oh my God,” Katie whined, reaching down to play with her clit.
Dylan kept pushing, stretching her wider than she'd ever been, but she could feel him start to shake. It was just as hard for him to hold it together as it was for her. The combined sensation of his cock in her ass with the feeling of her playing with herself was unbearably good. She tilted her hips up, allowing him deeper entry, and she heard his sharp intake of breath as he dug his fingers into her hips. “Yes, baby, oh my God,” he said, pumping in and out of her slowly. “Fuck, you're so tight. You feel so fucking good.”
Katie had no words, she was just relishing in the feeling of his giant cock spreading her wide open. She felt him start to shake and shudder and knew he was getting even closer. She turned her head around to look at him, biting her lip, and he rolled his head back, slamming into her as he cried out and came hard inside her. He thrust into her a few more times before he pulled out and threw himself on the couch. “Oh my God, babe,” he drawled. “Let me just like...recover here for a second.” He looked over at her and touched her face, still trying to catch his breath. “You okay, sweetie?”
She giggled. “Of course I'm okay. How are you doing there, chief?”
“Such a brat,” he said, shaking his head languidly, a lazy, happy smile on his face.
Katie tucked her legs up underneath her. “So what do you want to do now?” she asked eagerly.
“Hmmm...” he pondered, laying a hand on her thigh. “How about we take a shower,” he started, “and have a movie marathon all day? Just make it a lazy day.”
“That sounds good,” she smiled. Katie would have been fine with anything he said by that point.
“Oh,” he added, “and lots of fucking. Like, tons. If I had any more energy we'd already be going.”
She giggled and rested her head on his broad shoulder. “I think that's a great plan. But don't try to burn the house down making pancakes again.”
He gave her a look, then scooped her up in his arms and carried her upstairs.
Chapter 8
On their last night alone together, Dylan once again proposed they watch a movie and promised he wouldn't spill Katie's popcorn again. So far they'd watched Citizen Kane, Star Wars, Good Fellas, The Godfather, and Gone With the Wind. Katie wasn't completely turned off by any of them, which surprised her. She actually found herself loving them, and loving the way Dylan gave his commentary throughout. He knew so much. She wished she was as passionate about something as he was about movies.
She was lying on his bed, where, like the past few days, they'd just spent nearly the entire day having incredible sex. She was sore and exhausted. She watched him rifle through his DVD collection, brow furrowed in concentration. His biceps rippled and she got a better look at his tattoo.
“Hey, Dyl?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbow.
“Yeah, baby?” he responded, still looking through his DVDs.
“What is your tattoo of?”
He stopped a moment and looked at his arm. He chuckled a little bit. “It's the moon,” he said. “And it's got a lasso around it.”
She rolled her eyes. “I'm not blind,” she said. “I'm asking what it means.”
He sat back on his heels. She'd finally convinced him to ditch the plaid pants and now he was just in a pair of grey sweats. No matter what he wore, he looked handsome; and she appreciated that he spent so much time with his shirt off. She herself had been naked almost the entire week. Every time she put clothes on, Dylan just took them off (not that she minded.)
“It means...” he trailed off. “It means I know what we're watching tonight,” he said quickly, now on a mission. He picked up a DVD case and walked over to where she was relaxing. “Come on, pretty girl,” he said, giving her pussy a little smack.
She winced. “Ouch,” she said, pouting. “Haven't you destroyed me enough for one day?” she joked.
He smirked at her. “Here, I'll kiss it and make it better,” he said, kneeling down and spreading her legs. He ran his tongue gently over her sore pussy then he kissed it tenderly before he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.
“Caveman,” she said.
“You love it,” he responded, smiling.
When they got downstairs he immediately let her down gently on the couch and wrapped her up in blankets. He popped the DVD in the player and joined her, snuggling in. “Okay, so,” he started. “When we watch this, you'll understand my tattoo. It's called It's a Wonderful Life, it's from 1946, and it stars the incomparable Jimmy Stewart. Now cuddle up, here, cutie,” he told her, wrapping her up in his arms.
She didn't mean to, but soon enough Katie drifted off, her head on Dylan's shoulder. She could feel him kiss her forehead as her eyes fluttered shut. After a few moments, he brushed her cheek to wake her. “Baby,” he whispered. “Here's the best part.”
Katie opened her eyes to see a couple on the screen. He promised her the moon, if that's what she wanted. She smiled. “You got your tattoo because of this?”
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He looked down at her. “Yep,” he said, smiling back.
“You're a big softie, aren't you?” she giggled.
“As if you didn't know by now,” he replied, stroking her hair.
Katie's expression suddenly changed to something more pensive, more...worried. “Dyl?” she asked.
“Yeah, pretty girl?” he asked.
“What are we going to do when they get home?”
Dylan sighed. “I don't really know. We can't let them see, that's for damn sure.”
Katie's heart sank. She knew it had to come to an end.
“But,” he said, “they're not going to be home all the time, are they?” He smiled at her wickedly.
She grinned back. “I guess they aren't, aren't they?”
“And,” he continued. “You're not going to live here forever. I don't expect to either. They can't keep their eyes on us then, can they?”
Katie considered this. “They really can't.”
“Nope,” Dylan said, smiling.
Katie settled back into him, snuggling until she fell asleep and he carried her up to bed. Nancy and Bill were getting home tomorrow morning, so tonight would be the last night they could spend sleeping in the same bed for some time. Dylan intended to savor every second.
He wrapped Katie up in his arms, planting small kisses on her neck and back. Just before she fell asleep, she murmured, “You're the best step-brother ever.”
He chuckled and settled in, not wanting to ever let her go.
Stretched at the Beach House
By: Patricia Heat
Stretched at the Beach House
© Patricia Heat, 2015 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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