“Glad you approve.”
“Make love to me, Ash,” I said in a husky voice, still breathing hard.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“I’m more ready than I’ve been for anything in my fucking life. Come on, Asher!”
“OK, sorry. I just can’t get over, that fact that, you know…”
“That I’m your stepsister?”
“Yeah,” he said sheepishly.
“Well, get over it. Or don’t. Personally, it kinda turns me on.” Now it was my turn to grin mischievously.
“Leah…”
“Come on, stepbrother. I know you feel the same way. I just saw your cock twitch when I said it.”
He glanced down between his legs. “Well, that doesn’t necessarily make it right…”
“Give me a break, Ash! I don’t care whether it’s wrong or right. You’re my stepbrother, I’m your stepsister, and you’re going to come over here and fuck me.”
“Oh, hell!” he said in resignation, and squirmed out of his briefs. When the waistband passed the head of his cock, it sprang out in all its rock-hard, nine-inch glory and bobbed twice before coming to a standstill.
I couldn’t hide my astonishment. I hadn’t seen an erect dick in person before, so I didn’t have anything to compare my stepbrother’s to, but it looked a hell of a lot bigger than anything I’d expect to fit inside my body. “Jesus Christ, Ash. It’s enormous.”
He was clearly proud of his member, though he did his best not to show it. “It’s a little above average, I’m told. Don’t worry. I’ll go slow, and if you feel any discomfort, just tell me and we’ll stop.”
“OK. Now hurry up and fuck me, before we both die of old age.”
“All right, all right. Stepsis.” I shivered at that last word. I thought I’d only been kidding around when I told Ash that the idea of sex with my stepbrother turned me on, but there was something deep inside me that relished hearing him say that last word. It was so taboo, so forbidden. Now that my desire for Ash was out in the open, I could admit to myself that the seeming wrongness of this was part of what drew me toward him. And I had a feeling the same was true for him, with regard to me.
Ash positioned himself between my legs, his penis poised to enter me. He sucked the first two fingers of his right hand and slipped them inside me to ensure I was properly lubricated, but the gesture was unnecessary. After what he’d done with his tongue, I was as wetter than the Atlantic Ocean.
That didn’t mean, however, that his cock was just going to slide in with no effort. On the contrary, we had to take it agonizingly, deliciously slow. When the tip was inside me, I could already feel myself being stretched. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I’d never even played with a vibrator before. The only things that had ever entered me were my fingers and, when it was my time of the month, tampons.
There was an element of discomfort, but it was far outbalanced by the excitement coursing through my body. I placed my palms flat on the bedspread behind me and lifted my hips, in hopes that it would ease his entry.
Ash and I moaned in unison as he slid his next several inches into me.
“Ahhh, you’re so goddamn tight… Are you doing all right, stepsis?”
“Never better… ohh!” As if in response to the word “stepsis,” my muscles relaxed to accommodate another couple inches. “Say that again, Ash.”
“What—‘stepsis?’”
“Ohh, god!” Just like that, he was all the way inside me. I felt like I was going to burst. But in a good way. Like the kind of fullness you feel after a five-star meal. Before I had the opportunity to come up with a more apt metaphor, Ash had slid his cock out of me and slowly pushed it back in, eliciting another loud moan of pleasure. Though his own heavy breathing and moans betrayed the urgency of his desire, he stuck to his word, keeping his movements gentle and deliberately paced.
But I was tired of “gentle.” I sank my nails into Ash’s back and bucked my hips to increase the impact of his strokes. He got the message. His next thrust was so hard and deep it made me cry out like a wounded animal. Once he’d established that he wasn’t causing me any pain, he went all-out, slamming into me hard and fast, over and over, as he squeezed my breasts, kissed up and down my neck and nibbled on my ears. Soon, I was tantalizingly close to climax number two…
Chapter 16
Asher
The days since I got out of prison have been full of surprises, but nothing was more shocking than this.
On Thursday, my stepsister and I were arch-enemies. Now, four days later, my face was buried between her legs as she bucked and moaned with passionate desire. How exactly we got from point A to point B I couldn’t explain.
Maybe our initial hostility was only a cover, a reaction to the fact that society would never let us act on our mutual (if unconscious) attraction. Our feelings were always there, but it took a life-or-death situation for us to throw out the rulebook and look at each other as a man and a woman, rather than a stepbrother and stepsister. I won’t lie, though: the fact that we were technically related added a little extra spice to this unexpected rendez-vous.
As did the fact that she was a virgin. That also made me nervous, but I needn’t have been; Leah seemed to know exactly what she wanted, and the chemistry between us was undeniable. Everything from the way she smelled (and tasted) to the contours of her slender body turned me on, and it was clear from her reactions that she felt the same way about me.
After I successfully got her off with my tongue, I was ready to give into my own desire and make love to her. But that was also the moment when my self-doubt reared its ugly head: was I really doing the right thing? I know, I know: it was a crazy time to be having second thoughts. I just needed to hear from her, again, that she wanted me.
“Give me a break, Ash! I don’t care whether it’s wrong or right. You’re my stepbrother, I’m your stepsister, and you’re going to come over here and fuck me.”
“Oh, hell!” I said. I was playing at resignation, but I was at least as eager to feel myself inside her as she was to feel me.
“Jesus Christ, Ash. It’s enormous,” Leah marveled as she gazed at my erection.
I flushed with pride. “It’s a little above average, I’m told. Don’t worry. I’ll go slow, and if you feel any discomfort, just tell me and we’ll stop.”
“OK. Now hurry up and fuck me, before we both die of old age.”
I used two fingers to ensure she was properly lubricated. The gesture was totally unnecessary after that epic round of oral, but I didn’t want to risk causing her any discomfort. Then I finally penetrated her, emitting a grunt of pleasure as my tip nuzzled past her outer lips.
Both of us were panting with desire. Still, the going was slow. Leah placed her palms on the bedspread and lifted her hips as I eased myself into her, centimeter by centimeter.
“Ahhh, you’re so goddamn tight…” I groaned, my face buried in the crook of her shoulder and neck. “Are you doing all right, stepsis?”
“Never better… ohh!” I felt her relax, and accept a few more inches of my rod between her legs. “Say that again, Ash.”
“What—‘stepsis?’”
“Ohh, god!” Damn, for someone with approximately zero previous sexual experience, she sure was kinky. I didn’t have much time to contemplate the delicious wrongness of this all, because all at once I was inside her. I moved my hips slowly, luxuriating in the sound of her moaning with each thrust.
She sank her nails into the skin of my back and began to buck her hips in rhythm with my strokes. It seemed she was tired of slow, sensual lovemaking and ready to be pounded. I was only too happy to oblige. With a mighty groan, I buried myself to the hilt in her. She yelped so loud I thought I’d hurt her, but followed the vocalization with a deep kiss that let me know everything was all right.
After that, I went all-out, slamming into her into her over and over, kneading her breasts and biting her neck as she screamed my name. I wished we could go
on like this forever; my body, however, had other ideas. I was just shy of the point of no return when she screamed, “Ash, I’m coming!” and started to shake with ecstasy.
Needless to say, there was no holding back after that. The rapturous spasms of her body drove me over the brink, too. Shuddering, I exploded inside her. “Oh, Leah!”
After holding my stepsister silently for a minute or so, I glanced at her face and saw that there were tears in her eyes. “Leah… why are you crying? Is something wrong?” The idea that she might regret what had just happened made my heart sink.
“She smiled. “No, nothing’s wrong. I mean, I’m sad, but I’m also happy. Like, I’m glad we did this but it kills me to know that this might be our last night together.”
“Hey, don’t talk like that. It ain’t over till it’s over. And you know I’ll protect you if it kills me.”
“That’s what I’m worried about. The ‘if it kills you’ part. I love you, Ash. If we get out, let’s get out together.”
I knew that, if it came down to it, I’d lay down my life for Leah, but it was no time to argue the point. I nodded slowly. “OK. Together.”
We lay in each other’s arms for several minutes before Leah spoke up again.
“Hey, Ash. I saw your friend Adam at the party downstairs.”
I sighed. “Yeah, figures. I’m pretty sure he’s the one who sabotaged my bike so Clem and Lew could get to me. Lord knows what they promised him to make him turn snake.”
“Clem didn’t just take over the Seraphim; he crushed Lucifer’s Claque, too. Everyone got killed or run out of town except Adam. He’s a Seraph now. They must have spared him because he was willing to give you up.”
“Fuck…” I closed my eyes and fought back tears. I didn’t know which piece of it hurt more: the fact that all my former brothers were dead or in exile, or knowing my best friend was now working for the motherfuckers who made that happen.
“I’m sorry, Ash.”
“Thanks, Leah. I guess it just is what it is.”
Another long pause from her. “Um, what do you think happened to Carly?”
Another sigh from me. “Good question. No idea. First thing when we get out, I’m gonna go looking for her.”
As it turned out, that wouldn’t be necessary.
Chapter 17
Leah
The rest of the night and the day that followed were bittersweet. It felt like my stepbrother and I were on a honeymoon with no marriage to look forward to. We fucked and talked endlessly and fucked some more. We drank tap water and dined on Pop-Tarts and cheese sandwiches. Occasionally, we forgot we were being held hostage by murderous psychopaths, and were as happy as newlyweds in a five-star hotel. Then we remembered and got sad again.
Escape was still on our minds. We formulated about a dozen different plans, not a single one of which seemed the least bit feasible. Pretend that one of us needed medical help, then bum rush whomever opened the door? Pointless—these motherfuckers were going to kill us eventually, so what would it matter to them if one of us were sick? Try to bash a hole in the wall using the end table? Yeah, and get the attention of Clem, Lew, or whichever other hardcase happened to be holding down the fort.
Out loud, we remained hopeful, but I think both of us were starting to feel downhearted as we thought up escape scenarios and watched them fall apart one by one. The only thing that saved us from utter despondency was the fact that we were together. That had to be enough, at least for the time being.
After endless uneventful hours, something strange happened. We heard footsteps coming up the stairs—not one set, but two. And rather than stopping at our door, they continued down the hall and opened the door to the adjoining room.
“Who do you think that is?” I asked Asher.
“Oh, probably Clem or Lew with some sweetbutt.”
“Sweetbutt?” I looked at him quizzically.
“A woman who hangs around an MC’s members, does sexual favors for them.”
“Oh, so, like, a groupie?”
“Yeah, something like that.”
I put my ear to the wall and listened intently. I don’t know what I was expecting, or hoping to hear. Moaning and creaking bedsprings, I guess. Hey, when you’re locked in a tiny room with nothing but a pack of playing cards to amuse yourself, you take whatever entertainment you can get. You know, between rounds of wild sex with your hot stepbrother.
Anyway, what I heard sounded more like a struggle than two people fucking. Not a sexy struggle, either. Just some murmuring, various rustling noises, a raised male voice saying something that sounded like, “Put that down, bitch!” and then a clang and a thud, like something heavy just hit the floor.
I turned to my stepbrother, who was engrossed in a hand of solitaire. “Ash, did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“It sounded like they were fighting.”
“Weird. Maybe whoever was up there said something rude to one of the sweetbutts, then she beaned him with the lamp.”
“Maybe…” I said dubiously. I had a feeling something was going down.
I was proven right not more than three minutes later, when Asher and I both heard someone stick a key into the lock on our door, jiggle it around, pull it out and repeat the process with another key.
“Hey,” I whispered to my stepbrother, “Maybe somebody’s here to let us out.”
“Maybe.” He frowned. “Or maybe it’s a drunk Seraph looking to cause some trouble. Let’s stay sharp. Wait and see.” Ash got off the bed as quietly as he could, walked across the room and flattened himself against the wall by the door.
Whoever it was continued to fiddle with the lock. They must have tried over a dozen keys in total before finally finding one that would turn. Between the door unlocking and it opening, I experienced what was probably the most harrowing two seconds in my life. Was this person here to kill us, or to save our lives? My breath caught in my throat and I sat stock-still as I waited for the answer to that question.
The door opened slowly. The person on the other side seemed to be as nervous as we were. I saw her eyes first, which were decorated with long, clearly fake lashes. The rest of her face, caked in rather garish makeup, followed. She was wearing a leather miniskirt, a pair of heels and a too-small flannel shirt that showed off her admittedly impressive chest. Her hair was short and platinum blonde, kind of like the robot chick from Blade Runner.
Her face lit up with a mixture of joy and surprise. “Guys! You’re alive…. and naked,” she said in an excited near-whisper.
After a few seconds of utter perplexity, a look of recognition appeared on Asher’s face. “…Carly?”
“Yeah, it’s me. This disguise must have turned out even better than I thought.”
“I still can’t believe it’s you,” I admitted.
Carly’s expression turned serious. “Look, there isn’t much time. Lew is knocked out next door. There are five, six more Seraphim downstairs, but they don’t know anything’s up…yet. Quickly, but quietly pull the sheets off the bed and knot them into a rope. I’ll do the same with the sheets in the other room. Then we’ll combine our two ropes, tie them to the radiator and climb down from the window at the end of the hall. Once we’re on the ground, all three of us are gonna run like hell to the car I’ve got idling just round the bend. Sound good?”
We nodded and started stripping the sheets off our bed. Carly kicked off her heels, padded barefoot into the other room and began doing the same to hers. Asher and I worked like gangbusters. Inside of two minutes, our rope was complete. We folded it up and went to check on Carly’s progress.
We were halfway down the hallway when we heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
Shit! I thought. We’re fucked. The same thing was running through Asher’s head, too, judging by the expression on his face.
A voice rang out from below us: “Where you going, fucko? The bathroom’s ain’t upstairs, it’s over there in the corner.”
“My bad,
” said another voice. Its owner descended back into the barroom.
Ash and I exhaled, exchanging a look of relief. But it wasn’t time to celebrate just yet. Down the hall, Carly was just tying her final knot. Since Ash and Carly were holding the ropes, I took it upon myself to grab one end of each and tie them together. Carly secured the finished product to the radiator and Ash tackled the window. A coat of brown paint had been slopped indifferently over the jamb and stile, so my stepbrother had to use all his muscle to get it unstuck. Finally, with an alarmingly loud crack and a shower of paint chips, it opened.
“The rope looks sturdy, but there’s always the chance it might give. I’m the heaviest, so you two should climb down first.”
Carly and I both nodded. He had a point, even if his practical concerns were clearly outweighed by his desire to keep us safe.
“Leah, why don’t you go first?” Asher suggested.
“O…K.” I never really was a fan of heights, but falling and breaking a leg or two sounded downright pleasant in comparison to getting skinned alive by sadists, so I decided to swallow my fear and do the damn thing. I tossed the loose end of the rope out the window and watched it hit the ground. It was long enough; thank God for small mercies. I stepped up onto the radiator and climbed out the window, doing my best not to look down.
Outside, it was warm and sunny, with a crisp, cool breeze. A beautiful day to rappel down the side of a dive bar filled with homicidal maniacs. I moved as quickly as I could, hand under hand. I let go and landed with bent knees when I was two feet or so from the ground. Then I plastered myself against the building’s exterior and crossed my arms to cover my exposed breasts. Even in a life or death situation like this one, being stark naked in the open air felt pretty damn weird.
Carly came down next. She made me ashamed for my lack of both courage and upper body strength, because she managed to make her way from the second story to the ground in 10 seconds flat, none the worse for wear except for a slightly askew Pris wig.
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