When we get to his apartment building, he has to help me up the stairs. At first, he holds my hand and basically pulls me up each step. But the inefficiency of that method frustrated him, so instead, he walked behind me, pushing me up by placing his hands on my lower back. I do my best to ascend the stairs of his building, but after the second step leading to the second floor, I trip and fall forward.
Had Zach not been there with me, I’d surely have broken some teeth and busted my lip. With some ninja-like quickness, he ran up to the step right behind mine and stopped my fall inches before my face connected with the staircase. I can feel my heart racing. And so can Zach. His right hand is squeezing my left tit and his left hand is buried between my thighs. I can feel his still erect cock pressing against my ass.
“I’m sorry”, he stutters as he slowly releases me from his grasp.
I’ve waited so long to have him touch me in ways I’ve only imagined while I held a vibrator inside of me, I can’t let this opportunity pass me by. I sit down on the top step and take my sports bra off. I toss the sports bra to the side, slide my shorts off, and open my legs wide for him.
“What are you doing, Kayla? Anybody could walk in here!”
“Do something about it then”, I chide.
“Kayla, put your clothes on right now”, he demands.
Disobeying him, I start playing with myself, opening my lips and slowly running my middle finger on my clit. He looks around worried, but I see what his body is doing. His penis is curving upwards, pulling the right sleeve of his shorts up with it. Finally, after so long, I see it again. His glorious cock. Veiny, smooth, powerful. Dripping with pre-ejaculate. He may be in denial about wanting me, but his cock says it all. He’s ready.
Since he’s frozen in shock, I make the first move, squat down to meet his crotch at eye level, and envelop his cock with my mouth. I feel curiously empowered squatting in front of him with the proverbial Apple of Eden inside of me, after years of craving it. I massage his massive member with both hands leading it towards my lips. After getting him perfectly lubricated, I placed both of my hands on his ass and pushed him towards my face. His length slid easily down my throat. I continue to actively suck his cock, tickling his frenulum each time the head of Zach’s cock comes to rest at the edge of her tongue. I feel a small surge of pleasure watching him tilt his head back with his eyes clothes, clearly savoring the feel of my warm, wet mouth sliding up and down his thick shaft.
Zach’s hesitation seemed to have melted away the second he entered me. But he pushes my face away from him. He gets on his knees and without saying a word, shoves his fingers into my slick cunt. Pleasure rushed through me at the first sensation of penetration. He’s not being gentle but he’s using his entire hand to stretch my tight walls.
I could hear my whimpers echo throughout the stairwell as Zach finger fucks me, pressing his digits deep in search of my g-spot. He moves his face closer to my pussy and starts running his thick tongue up and down my slit.
Using all of his strength, Zach picks me up and pins me against the nearest wall. He holds my legs up with his arms, while he tries to slide his shorts off. My breathing starts to quicken, knowing what I’m seconds away from. I can feel his heartbeat coming from the tip of his cock as he invades me. Just as I think I’ve taken all of it, he slides more of his penis into me. It feels neverending, stretching me out more than his fingers possibly could.
“I’ve waited so long for this”, he growls.
My whole body quivers from the delicious abuse. I whimper, “Me, too.”
Whatever tenderness there was ended at that moment. Zach places his hands on my ass and fucks me against the wall, groaning loudly with each crushing thrust into me. He watches my tits bounce and growls like an animal as he picks up speed and force.
The pain of being stretched out lasts seconds but is overtaken by the overwhelming pleasure of feeling him use me like a fuck doll. It’s all I’ve wanted since we first met, and knowing that people would find this out of the ordinary makes this all the more exciting. I feel a small tremor each time he bottoms out inside of me, making my entire body tighten around Zach’s cock. He’s going fast and extremely hard, but somehow keeping a steady, solid rhythm that ensures I feel every stroke. But it’s not just the merciless pounding that is making my body react so strongly. It’s the look in his eye.
He’s finally able to partake in the forbidden fruit that’s been always just out of reach.
“Oh, fuck”, Zach screams. He grabs my hips and pulls me down, sealing our bodies together as I feel load after load of cum being pumped into my body. I swirl my hips in a tight circle, making sure I wring out every last ounce of his cum into me. He makes an attempt to slide out of me but I lock my legs around him and keep him from leaving me.
I’m close.
I feel my heart skip beats. A rush of goosebumps appear all over my body as I clench my pussy tighter than ever. Even though, he had just finished emptying his balls into me, Zach climaxes further just as I do. I unintentionally scream my orgasm, resulting in Zach covering my mouth with his cum soaked hand.
He lets me down and quickly pulls his shorts back up. He throws me my clothes and looks around to make sure that nobody is around.
My breath is still shaky from the best orgasm I’ve had by a large margin, but I still thank him.
“Don’t thank me, Kayla”, he urges.
“Really, thank you”, I insist. “That was the best… It was way better than I thought it’d be.”
“Stop. Don’t say that.”
I look up at him to try to discern if his mood really has shifted from the sex-crazed madman that just ravaged me to that of a typical older brother. He refuses to make eye contact with me.
“Zach, what… what the fuck is going on? Isn’t this something you’ve been wanting since forever?”
He sighs deeply before turning to me and saying, “Look, we shouldn’t have done that. I don’t care how good it felt. We should not have had sex, Kayla.”
I quickly put my sports bra on and look dead in his eyes. “Are you kidding me? That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had and you’re saying I shouldn’t have experienced it? Why is that? We’re not related. Our parents got married, that’s it. You wanted this, didn’t you?”
“Yes”, he shouts, “but it’s not about what I want, it’s about what’s right. Fucking your step sister isn’t right.”
“Hey, Einstein, I’m not your step sister anymore”, I tell him.
“What are you talking about?”
He’s truly taken aback by my stating a fact I thought was very obvious. “Our parents were married ‘til death. Dad is dead. Meaning they’re not married anymore. Your mother is not my step mother anymore. And you are no longer my step brother.”
Zach stutters and stumbles over his words, but can’t come up with a proper response to my apparently mind blowing statement.
“Have you not thought about that since Dad died”, I ask him.
It’s very apparent that he hasn’t.
“You want me to try, right? This is me trying”, I declare.
“Trying to do what?”
“To be with you, you idiot. There’s nothing stopping us now.”
The two of us stand in the stairway, staring at each other as the echoes of my explanation bounce off the walls, otherwise leaving the two of us in silence. Zach’s face, still red from sex, forms into a pensive look. I can see him registering my words and digesting exactly what they mean.
He continues to stutter, trying to come up with a response. “I just don’t think we can--”
“Three years ago”, I tell him, “I was wrong to leave you in that bathroom. I left you because I didn’t think we could be together. Our parents were getting married, people considered us brother and sister. That’s not the case now. And if you back away now, you’ll be wrong. And you won’t be able to forgive yourself, I know it.”
“What you’re saying makes sense”, Zach states flawlessl
y. “But do you think a relationship between us could really work?”
I grab his hands with both of mine and hold them up to my heart.
“We could try.”
After finally breaking his cold facade with a heartwarming smile, Zach takes a step closer to me, and says, “Then let’s.”
Having already been more emotional than I want people to perceive me as, I successfully hold back the tears attempting to form, and hug Zach. He kisses my forehead softly, and then moves down to plant an adorably sensitive kiss on the tip of my nose. He then tilts his head to kiss me properly. He runs his tongue across his lips like a windshield wiper before connecting his lips with mine. Fireworks. We’re standing in total silence, but I not only hear fireworks being set off around us, I feel them.
The sex between the two us was life changing and different, but this kiss of acceptance felt exponentially more significant.
“How are your legs feeling”, Zach asks.
I relax and tense my thighs, feeling sore but not in the pain I was in before. “Better. The sex must have loosened me up a bit.”
“Let’s stretch them out a bit more. In my room.”
With a debonair smile, he grabs my arm and whisks me from the stairway into the third floor hallway, leading me into his apartment.
We only made it past his doorway before I trip and fall on top of him. Despite being on the floor, we both start to undress while we make out. Suddenly, I feel Zach pull my hair back. My breathing starts to become irregular, and I feel my heart pounding so loud, I could picture it beating past the ribcage and onto the skin on my chest like a Tom and Jerry cartoon. Zach calms me down with a soft gentle kiss on my neck, followed by a surprising, and deliciously painful slap across my ass. His hand smacks my butt a few more times, turning into a beautiful, crimson red.
Zach growls as he leans over to press a kiss against my neck, his teeth biting all the way into my skin as his hand slides between my legs, rubbing me softly.
“I need your cock”, I hum breathlessly.
I feel my thighs clench as he makes his way back inside of me. He then immediately begins to thrust his cock in and out of my pussy with intense speed. Zach places his hands in mine, locking our fingers tightly. I want to touch more of him, but he was holding my hands down with all the strength he wasn’t using to pump himself into me. He grins at me as he swirls his hips against mine, sinking his cock into my body, filling me up completely.
It feels so fantastically satisfying to hold him inside of me. He forces his hand to slap against my breasts as he continues to thrust into me. I feel numb in a euphoric sense, content in being used in such a brutal but nevertheless loving manner.
Zach pulls out of me, his cock coated in my wet juices and ever harder than before, engorged with passion. He makes me watch him dip it into my pussy again, making me gasp before once again pulling out. Upon entering me again, I feel my walls clench hard, and I could sense Zach starting to feel the same way. The thrusts get harder when I hear Zach announce that he’s going to cum. He rams into me, his entire cock filling me up as his hands nearly break mine. I swoon, feeling the raw power he holds inside of him, and swoon further when I feel him use my hole properly, filling it to capacity with his ejaculate.
“You… you’re amazing”, I tell him.
“Thanks”, he says trying to hide a smile. “Kayla, would you like to spend the day with me? After a… workout like that, I think we could use some bedrest. Besides, I smacked your ass pretty hard, I think I should rub some lotion on that.”
It warms my heart to hear Zach talk to me like a real human being, and one that he wants to take care of so dearly.
“Get the lotion”, I demand jokingly.
Chapter Nine - Zach
In high school, I had a lot of trouble getting out of bed in the morning. I thought it was a physical problem at first. My shoulders felt fifty pounds heavier than they were, and my heart pounded so hard it felt as though it would explode out of me like a Chestburster from ALIEN.
The stress of being the only child to a recently single mother made me feel physically ill. Her heartbreak was mine. Her depression passed onto me. The loneliness she endured, I endured with her. This emotional sickness went away once Mom met Mr. Thomas and started dating him. Shortly after, getting out of bed was a manageable task once more. There were moments in my life where I fell back into this sickness. Arria’s death. The wedding. But before long, I’d return to my normal self.
Yet only now, does it feel refreshing to get out of bed.
My shoulders no longer feel heavy. In fact, I almost float out of bed now. Sleeping has become a recess between the waking hours I live for now. Kayla and I meet on a daily basis for our workouts in the park, and we end our workouts with some passionate sex. We’ve even been on a few dates since we started seeing each other as a couple.
I find it that I’ve wasted so much precious time being a self-loathing person, blinded by pride, having ignored Kayla and done everything I could to keep her at a distance. Kayla is undeniably the only person I should have ever been with. Though I can’t say we enjoy all of the same things, we get along fabulously, which is no problem by my book. I learned very early on in life that shared interests don’t make a relationship work. Immediately after high school, I started dating a ten out of ten woman that all of my friends congratulated me on “getting”, as if it wasn’t her choice to date me. Not only was she attractive, but she enjoyed all of the childish things I enjoyed spending time on back then. Video games, mindless sci-fi movies, immature board/card games. Unfortunately, there was nothing to her. While she played games, she shut down entirely to focus solely on the video game. She didn’t form many opinions on the media she consumed and she was, to put it lightly, boring as hell. Kayla is the exact opposite. She has no idea what I’m talking about a lot of the time, but she’s able to keep a conversation going regardless, and has no trouble humoring me with my less than popular interests.
Every Friday this past month, I’ve been treating Kayla to dinner dates around the city, showing her around the city she’s lived in most of her life but never actually explored. Fridays are also our cheat days, so I take advantage of this to treat her to the most decadent and savory food I can find. I’ve taken her to Korean BBQ, some steakhouses, a Cuban restaurant that specializes in grilled chicken marinated in citrus juices, and some Ethiopian joints.
This morning though, I received a text from Kayla.
No restaurant today. Come over at 8. I’ll be your chef tonight.
Knowing that her diet consists mostly of junk food and dollar store ramen, I’m a bit skeptical going to Kayla’s for a meal. She’s surprised me in many ways since we’ve reconnected but I have a feeling that I’m prepared for a dinner that won’t be too satisfying. My years of perfecting a poker face will come in handy once more.
Regardless of how great or, more likely, downright inedible the food will be, I’m happy to be spending another Friday with Kayla.
Overall, my life has changed since we started to see each other regularly. I never bought into The Secret type of self-help or steps toward achieving happiness, but I feel as though my opinion on that may be changing. Because of Kayla, I’ve been waking up with a smile on my face, and doing just that has shifted the way people approach me regularly. I must have seemed like some grouch before, now the officers I work with greet me with laughter, excitement, high fives. The only thing I’ve done differently is smile more, and those smiles only occur because I daydream about Kaya when I’m not with her.
From the moment I woke up, she’s been on my mind. That’s how it has been most days. On the drive to work, when I’m home alone, whenever. Kayla is on my mind.
Even now as I walk up the steps to her building, I find myself needlessly daydreaming about her. In one hand, I hold some red wine to pair with our meal, and in the other I hold my phone, repeatedly reading the text she sent me after I informed her I was on my way over.
Great! I’m all read
y for you.
I knock on the door and am greeted by my lovely Kayla, wearing an apron and holding a large tablespoon. The red apron looks like it was ripped right out of a vintage pin-up catalogue, which was fitting, being as how Kayla was wearing nothing underneath it.
“Come on in”, she beckons, whilst also using her tongue to seductively lick some chocolate off of the spoon. I let out a noise I could only describe as a surprised horny chuckle, seeing her pull a movie from an 80’s porno, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t into it.
The spread Kayla prepared is surprising but underwhelming. I look at the table and realize I’ll be leaving very hungry.
Kayla had dimmed the lights to her apartment before I came in, and cleaned up significantly. For dinner, she prepared dessert. An aesthetically pleasing, but definitely not filling pot of chocolate for us to dip strawberries in, surrounded by a handful of lit candles. The pot itself is something worth looking at. It’s covered in intricate markings. A little much for a fondue pot, but I appreciate the effort Kayla is putting into this date of ours.
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