by Joey Bush
“I figured back then that I’d have plenty of time to get over it. Obviously I couldn’t tell my dad not to marry the woman he loved—I mean could you imagine it? ‘So, Dad, good news bad news time: your girlfriend has a smoking hot daughter, and I totally hit a home run with her. So you shouldn’t marry the woman you love.’ Nothing but heartache in that for everyone.”
“Seems like there’s plenty of that going around anyway,” I said, feeling more than a little bitter. I was glad that my mom was happy—and glad that Bob was happy; I mean I couldn’t hold it against him. But their love was definitely a major problem in Jaxon’s and my life. “So I guess you got over it, but now it’s still sort of weird?” Jaxon shook his head slowly.
“I thought I’d just forget all about it because hell, what else was I going to do? But then Dad told me about this whole stupid holiday idea, and how he and your mom wanted us all to be together.” I took a deep breath and sighed. Yeah, that could make things awkward.
“So why didn’t you talk to me then? I mean… it would have made things a lot less awkward when we had to start pretending not to know each other at all.” Jaxon shrugged and I wondered just how much we could possibly even get through the conversation.
“I sort of panicked. I mean probably we could have come up with a reason we know each other that would never have been a big deal, but I didn’t think about that. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of an idiot.”
“Not arguing with that,” I said with a grin. Jaxon laughed quietly. It was definitely not escaping my notice that he was almost naked, that my whole body was tingling with how close we were. “So where do we stand now?” Jaxon licked his lips and looked down at his hands for a minute.
“I still…have feelings for you.” He looked at me once more. “Like, I thought I could just ignore you and it’d be fine or whatever. But as soon as we were around each other again, I knew that wasn’t going to happen in a million years.” My cheeks were heating up.
“You—I’m not just…You’re not just interested in…” I couldn’t make my thoughts form into actual sentences; I was so flustered by what Jaxon was saying.
“Oh—no, no. When we had sex, I had every intention of doing that as many times as you’d let me.” I laughed.
“Friends with benefits?”
Jaxon hesitated a moment before shaking his head. “Not exactly. I mean, nothing super serious or anything, but I definitely wanted to do more than just sleep with you every once in a while.” He reached out and glided his fingers along my leg, sending a tingle of sensation through me.
“Let’s…talk about the specifics later,” I said, feeling my heart beating faster. Jaxon hesitated a moment, but then he nodded, leaning in and bringing his lips to press against mine. My whole body heated up, and I shivered against Jaxon as he went from barely kissing me to almost devouring me, his tongue slipping past my lips, plunging into my mouth, tasting and exploring me while his hands began to move over my body slowly. I started to touch him as well, too hungry for the feeling of his skin under my hands, for everything that I could still remember all too easily to make myself stop. I was so incredibly turned on, my pussy already soaking wet, my body hot all over, cold tingles washing through me. I knew that we were doing the worst possible thing—but I couldn’t help it.
For a long time as Jaxon and I kissed, I was incapable of thinking of anything at all. All I could do is react to how much I wanted him, how warm his skin was against mine, how good he smelled—the familiar scent of his soap and cologne filling my nose. I couldn’t think of anything else at all, as my whole body geared up. But then all at once I was pulling back, breaking away from the kiss, panting, my nerves on fire but my brain frozen like a block of ice. “What’s going to happen if our parents find out about this?” I asked Jaxon, my mind reeling at the possibilities. Jaxon shook his head, leaning in to kiss me on the lips once more. He barely broke away to answer.
“I don’t care. I have to have you, Mia. I don’t give a good goddamn what happens next.” He slipped his hands up underneath my tee shirt, brushing along my waist and ribs, moving up to cup my breasts. I’d changed into pajamas—more than what Jaxon was wearing, but not by much. Jaxon squeezed my breasts carefully, his thumbs brushing across my nipples to send a tingling jolt through me. My nipples hardened into firm little nubs at his touch, and the muscles of my pussy tightened, my whole body wanting Jaxon and not caring one little bit that he was now my brother and off-limits. Jaxon began to twist and roll my nipples between his fingers and I was moaning against his lips, my hands moving over his body, exploring the broad, muscled planes of his back, the satisfying thickness of his shoulders, down over his chest and to his flat abs.
“Are we…going to only…have sex on couches?” I asked Jaxon, barely breaking away from his lips as I realized the irony of the situation—that we’d started to fool around on a couch, yet again. Jaxon pulled back slightly and looked around in a brief moment of confusion before laughing.
“Game’s not on this time,” he told me with a low chuckle.
“Oh come on, we’ve even got a bed this time. Do it right, Jax.” Jaxon lifted me up off of the couch and hefted me against his body, up into his arms. I laughed as he carried me from the couch and onto the bed—I hadn’t expected him to take me quite so literally as that. Jaxon dropped me onto the bed carefully and then the next moment he was covering his body with my own, touching me everywhere while I kissed his lips, the column of his throat. He was burning up with heat, driving me crazy with it—I wanted him so much that for the time being, I had to agree with him; I didn’t give a good goddamn what happened next either.
Jaxon pulled and tugged at the hem of my shirt, dragging it past my breasts and over my head and tossing it off to the side without even looking to see where it went. He buried his face against me, nuzzling my cleavage and then kissing until he came to one of my nipples. I moaned out as Jaxon latched on, sucking and licking, sending tingling little jolts of electric sensation straight from my breast to my pussy, making me soaking wet, making my inner walls tighten and flex with need. He switched from one breast to another, his tongue lapping against me. I was trembling; my hands moved over him and my nails dug into his skin. I writhed as Jaxon moved back and forth, teasing me relentlessly, turning me on more and more and more.
He broke away and moved his lips back up along my chest, dragging them along the column of my throat until he met my mouth once more. Jaxon kissed me hungrily as his hands moved down to my pajama pants. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged them down over my hips; I slithered out of them, kicking them down my legs. Jaxon’s fingers slid along my skin, up from my knees, along my inner thighs, teasing me until I could hardly stand it anymore. He spread my soaking wet labia and then he was stroking me, his touch feather-light against my inner folds, teasing me once more. “Fuck, Jax,” I said, panting already, my body on fire, my brain full of how much I needed more. “If you don’t stop teasing me I will shove you out of this bed.” Jaxon laughed, nibbling at my neck, and his fingers pressed against me more firmly.
Jaxon found my clit by touch and I moaned, pushing my hips down to meet his fingers, wanting even better contact. It was every bit as good as I’d remembered; he rubbed me in tight little circles, his fingertips swirling around the little bead of nerves, sending electric crackles of pleasure through every nerve in my body and making me wetter and wetter. “Mmm, God, you’re just as wet and hot as I remembered. Fuck, Mia. How’d I ever stay away?” I shook my head. I had no idea. No idea how either of us had managed to stay away.
Jaxon started to kiss a path down along my body, starting at my lips, trailing over my throat, lingering at my breasts for a long time to tease my nipples once more with his tongue, flickering it across the tender nubs while his fingers worked me. He stroked and teased, backing off of my clit and then pressing against it harder, making me moan out in the near-stillness of my room, not even caring if I was loud, not caring if anyone heard me. He n
uzzled at my hips and I could feel my skin crawling with anticipation—I knew exactly where he was going, what he was about to do. Instead of giving me what I wanted, he bypassed my pussy altogether and began to nip and nibble at my inner thighs, sweeping his tongue across my sensitive skin and teasing me until I was sure I couldn’t take any more. I threaded my fingers in his hair, I pushed my hips down, I was on the verge of begging him to just do it already.
Finally, he buried his face against me, nuzzling deep against my soaking wet pussy, licking at my inner labia while I shivered and arched up off of the bed with relief. Jaxon worked me with his lips and tongue, getting tantalizingly close to my clit and then backing off, plunging the tip of his tongue deep inside of me and wriggling it around, tasting me as if I was melting snow against his mouth. I moaned out over and over again, writhing and twisting on the bed, grabbing at his shoulders and his head. It felt so good—but I had to have more. I could feel Jaxon’s hard cock pressing at me, straining at the fabric of his boxers, hot and heavy against my leg as he sucked and licked, working his way up from the well of my pussy to my clit and then back down again, never quite hitting the spot that I wanted the most. “Fuck!” I cried out, tugging at his hair and pushing my hips down. “You…are never…allowed to call me a tease…again.” I was panting, gasping for breath, my whole body on edge as I got closer and closer to orgasm.
Jaxon brought the tip of his tongue swirling around my clit and I threw my head back against the pillows, moving my hips mindlessly. It was so good—so right, I didn’t care what happened next or how we were going to deal with it, all I wanted was more. He sucked the little bead of nerves between his lips, sucked as much of me into his mouth as he could and teased what he couldn’t with his fingertips until I was trembling all over, every muscle in my body tensing and flexing. I felt my inner muscles all start to flutter and then the next minute I was coming, my pussy gushing against his lips as I twisted the blankets in one hand and grabbed at Jaxon’s shoulder with the other. Jaxon kept it up all through my climax, flickering his tongue against me, sucking and licking, devouring me as I pitched and arched, every ability to think totally gone from my head.
I came back to myself slowly and realized that Jaxon was right next to me, his hands dancing along the curves of my body, soothing me and stoking up the fire of my need once more all at the same time. “Fuck,” I said, opening my eyes and turning over to look at him. He still had his boxers on, but I could see the outline of his cock against them, the material tight, the fabric just a little damp where his precum had started flowing. “That isn’t even fair, you stupid jerk.”
Jaxon laughed. “So give me a taste of my own medicine,” He suggested. I took a deep breath to slow the racing of my heart, to get my breathing back to normal. I sat up in the bed and pushed Jaxon onto his back, straddling him with my thighs. I leaned in and kissed him hungrily; in spite of having just come so hard I nearly blacked out for a minute or two, I couldn’t deny that I wanted more. I’d gone down on a few guys in my life, but it didn’t have as much thrill as the idea of sucking Jaxon off, feeling him get just as turned on as I’d been a few moments before. I slithered down along his body, kissing and nibbling, teasing him like he’d teased me. Jaxon was already tense, and as I pressed against him, I could feel his cock was already rock-hard, his whole body on the edge. It wouldn’t last long, I thought, but it’d be fun. I tugged his boxers down over his hips as quickly as I could, freeing his cock and narrowly avoiding the spring of it hitting my face.
“A little eager, are we?” I said jokingly. Jaxon rolled his eyes, but he was grinning, he was so turned on I didn’t think he could even think anymore. For just a moment—knowing it might be the very last time I had an opportunity like this—I looked at his naked body. He was so incredibly hot that I was starting to get wet again just at the sight of him; all rippling muscle, tan lines from playing sports out in the sun, body hair in all the right places and not too much of it. He was easily the hottest guy I’d ever been with, and even if he was technically my brother, I couldn’t care less. All I wanted was him. I wrapped my hand around the base of his thick, hard cock and began to stroke him slowly, shifting down against his legs, holding him down with my weight. I knew that if Jaxon really wanted to get rid of me he wouldn’t have any problem—but he was only too willing and happy to let me do just what I wanted to him.
I rubbed the tip of his cock with my thumb as I moved my hand up and down, getting a feel for him. I wanted to remember this, as awkward as it was, as much as I might regret it; it’d be good material for future showers. I finally brought my mouth down over him, and breathed against his sensitive skin—teasing him for just one moment longer. Jaxon groaned, his hand on my shoulder tightening, his eyes falling closed as his hips bucked in reaction to the hot and cold of my breath. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock and the taste of his salty-sharp precum coated my tongue, flowing into my mouth in little half-steady drips and spurts. He was definitely close, and as much as I’d never liked having a guy come in my mouth, I couldn’t think of anything I could want more in the world in that moment. I started to work him with my lips and tongue, sucking and licking, bringing my hand up to meet my mouth as I took more and more of him in.
Jaxon’s cock was bigger than any other guy’s that I’d been with; I felt my gag reflex tickle when I had almost all of him, felt my throat spasm. I breathed slowly and deeply, suppressing it as I made myself relax and start moving faster. I kept my fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, but even holding him as tightly as I dared, Jaxon’s erection twitched inside of my mouth, his precum flowing more freely, his hips beginning to buck as I sucked harder, my tongue swirling around the tip as I pulled back almost all the way before taking him almost to my throat. “Ah—God, shit, Mia, so good, so hot…” Jaxon murmured words until they tangled up without any meaning at all, tumbling out of his mouth mindlessly. His fingers were wrapped up in my hair, twisting and tugging, but he never tried to shove me down onto him, never tried to make me take more than I could handle. I focused for a little while just on the tip, working the rest of him with my hand, and then began to take all of him that I could, deep inside of my mouth, pressing against the top of my throat until I managed to completely suppress my gag reflex to work him harder and harder, faster and faster.
Just when I was sure he would start coming—Jaxon’s cock was twitching between my lips, his hips twisting and thrusting up to meet my hand and my mouth—Jaxon pushed me away, gently, sending me stumbling sideways back onto the bed. He sat up, panting, soaked in sweat but with a broad smile on his face. “Enough payback,” he told me, taking a deep breath. I could see he was pushing down the impulse to come—it made me wonder. “I’m not going to settle for second best.”
“Whoever said my mouth was second best?” I asked him, feeling almost offended.
“Second best to this?” Jaxon reached down between my legs and began stroking me again. I was already soaking wet, already ready for him. I moaned in spite of my instinct to feel offended.
“Yeah, okay,” I said, getting hotter and hotter, more and more turned on every moment. Jaxon tumbled me onto my back and covered my body with his own, pressing me down into the blankets of the bed, his hands wandering all over me. In spite of having wanted him to come in my mouth—and the thrill and power that would come along with that—I couldn’t disagree with the idea that finishing with real sex would be even better. Jaxon shifted down between my legs and I felt the wet heat of his cock, slick with my saliva and his own fluids, rubbing up against me. He teased me with the tip, swiping it against my clit, thrusting his hips against mine to make the length of his cock rub all over me. He shifted against me and I moaned out as his cock pushed into me slowly.
Jaxon filled me up inch by inch, taking his time. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed my hips down to meet his, gripping his shoulders in my hands. “God,” I murmured as Jaxon started moving inside of me slowly, pulling back only to thrust in dee
per, “I almost…forgot…” I tightened my muscles around him, loving the way he felt inside of me, thick and hot and hard. Jaxon groaned into my shoulder, picking up his pace gradually, pushing deeper and deeper inside of me as we started to move together. It felt so good—it felt so perfect. I moved in counterpoint to his thrusts as both of our bodies started to heat up, our sweat mingling, every push of his hips putting friction against my clit.
“You’re so tight, so hot,” Jaxon murmured lowly in my ear. “Fuck, I love how wet you get.” He started thrusting harder and faster, almost pounding into me, and I could feel his cock twitching inside me, the tip brushing along my inner walls, turning me on more and more. “You feel so good,” Jaxon told me as he started panting. We were both on the edge of orgasm, rubbing against each other, gripping each other’s bodies tight as we moved together.
I hit my orgasm first—not as mind-blowing as the first one, but the waves of pleasure washing through me made me tingle all over, made me moan out and cling to Jaxon in desperation. I was barely aware of Jaxon’s cock beginning to twitch inside of me, and in the midst of my climax I felt the sticky-slick gush of his come shooting into me. Jaxon groaned out, his lips a few inches away from my ear, and we both continued to move until we simply couldn’t anymore, while the tingling pleasure hit me in wave after wave. Jaxon and I both collapsed against the bed, tangled up in each other, completely and totally satisfied and exhausted.
CHAPTER 10
The next morning I woke up slowly, for a moment confused. There was a weight in the bed next to me—the sheets were stuck to my legs. I felt the deep-down tenderness between my thighs, in my hips, and I remembered all at once what had happened the night before. I didn’t open my eyes as my body tingled all over with remembered pleasure, the way that Jaxon had touched me and teased me. I was only half-awake; my brain was full of dreams, memories—the first time that Jaxon and I had been together and again from the night before. I smiled to myself in my half-asleep state, feeling the low thrumming heat of what we’d done.