Callie grabbed his arms, her head spinning as he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, forcing hers to open and his tongue swept inside. One hand left her arm and threaded through her hair, gripping tightly as he pressed her mouth against his.
When he pulled away they were both panting.
He looked at her, one long, searching look, and then he took her by the wrist.
“Where are we going?” Callie asked breathlessly.
“Upstairs.”
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She felt like she was in a daze as he led her up the stairs. The beds and couches were full of people in twos and threes and fours in various stages of intercourse. She saw Anna on one, her long legs wrapped around the head of the man she’d been dancing with on the floor, one hand gripping the side of the sofa, the other firmly in the man’s hair. A small part of Callie couldn’t believe that she was actually doing this. But she wasn’t thinking about their parents, about how potentially wrong this might make everything. All she could think about was how much she wanted Sean—how much she had wanted him for years.
He guided her past the beds, to one of the alcoves hidden by a long, thick black velvet curtain. He knocked on the wood paneling next to it, and when no one answered, he pushed the curtain back.
There was a chaise inside that looked similar to the fainting couches that Callie had seen in old Jane Austen movies. Sean pulled the curtain closed. “I don’t want anyone else seeing this.” He grabbed Callie by the shoulders and kissed her again, backing her against the wall, one hand pushing her against it while the other grabbed her hair, effectively pinning her between him and the wall. Callie arched her hips involuntarily, grinding against him as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She could feel how hard he was as he pressed against her, and a small moan escaped her.
“I want you,” Sean murmured against her mouth, slowly moving his hips and rubbing against her, tantalizing her.
“I want you too,” Callie whispered, and then she wrapped her hand around the back of his head, pulling him down for another kiss. “I’ve wanted you for years.”
“I saw you, you know,” Sean said, pulling away and smiling ruefully at her. “When I was showering that day, outside the pool. Years ago. I saw you looking at me.”
Callie felt a jolt as she remembered what he had looked like naked in the shower, the water running down his flat, chiseled stomach, curling down the deep lines on either side of his pelvis. She remembered how the sight of him had made her feel.
The same way she felt now. And this time, she could have him.
“I wanted to go in there,” she confessed. “I imagined doing so many things to you.”
“Why didn’t you?” His lips were close to hers again, and she could feel the warm puffs of his breath as he spoke. She was aching for him.
“It was wrong.” Callie pulled back a little. “It probably still is. Sean…”
“No.” Sean grabbed her by her shoulders. “It’s not wrong. You might be my stepsister, but we’re not blood. We didn’t even grow up together. Goddamn it, Callie, this isn’t wrong.”
Callie nodded, but she looked uncertain.
“Do you want this, Callie?” His expression was becoming concerned. “If you don’t want it, we can leave. I won’t ever mention it again.”
She shook her head. “I do want it. I promise you, Sean, there’s nothing in my whole life I want more right now.” Her voice was shaking with lust, and she pushed her hips against him. “I want you.”
He groaned as he kissed her again, and then he turned her, pushing her down on the chaise. One of her feet was resting on the floor as she lay back, and he knelt on the chaise between them, pushing the straps of the dress off of her shoulders. His hands slid under the front of her dress, cupping her breasts and lifting them free of the boned silk. He bent his head and flicked his tongue across her nipple, and Callie arched her back, pressing her breast into his mouth.
He needed no more encouragement. He nipped her with his teeth, lightly, just enough to make a sharp squeak come from her, and then he soothed the sting, running his tongue over and around the nipple and drawing her breast into his mouth, sucking until Callie moaned and writhed under him. Her hands were in his hair, and he could tell she was breaths away from begging him, but he made her wait, turning to give her other breast the same treatment.
He was slow and it was torture. Then his hand finally slid down her thigh, between them, pushing her skirt up around her hips and slipping his fingers beneath the silk of her panties. She was soaking wet, and she pushed against his hand, silently begging for him to touch her.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit, back and forth and in circles, until she moaned and panted and then he slid two fingers inside of her, curling them upwards.
She fell apart. She had long since stopped caring about who might hear, and she bucked against him, moaning his name with her hands fisted in his hair. She writhed and moaned and spasmed around his fingers, and he gave her just a moment to come down from her orgasm before he slid down her body, pushing her panties to the side and burying his face between her legs.
Callie hadn’t imagined that anything could feel better than what he had been doing a moment before, but she’d been wrong. His tongue was everywhere at once and then in that one spot, changing places and strokes until she felt like she was going mad, keeping her on the edge of pleasure. His fingers were inside of her again and she ground down against them, not caring anymore how wanton she might look. She’d had sex before, but never like this. She’d never felt anything like this before. It seemed to go on forever, torturing her until all she wanted was to finish, and at the same time for it to never stop.
He kept at it for a minute more, and then he focused on her clit, sucking it into his mouth, and she came again, arching up off of the chaise, her whole body centered on that one place where he was giving her the most incredible feeling.
She was panting when he pulled away. She felt boneless, as though she might slide off of the chaise into a puddle on the floor. He was reaching for the zipper of his pants, and she knew what was next. She sat up with effort, and untangled herself. He looked at her in confusion, but she only smiled, and knelt down on the floor, positioning herself between his legs.
He had long since lost his jacket and his tie was loose, his shirt half unbuttoned. She supposed she must have done that during their foreplay, but she couldn’t remember. She felt adrift in the warm room, as if there was no one in the world besides the two of them. The rest of the club outside had simply melted away. He was staring down at her, and a small moan escaped his mouth as she pressed her hand against the front of his pants, slowly drawing down the zipper.
He was wearing nothing underneath. She reached for his cock and it sprang free, pulsing in the dim light. She wrapped her hand around him and rubbed once, twice, and Sean tilted his head back, small noises coming from his mouth.
She bent her head and wrapped her lips around him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she slid her mouth down, enveloping him. Sean was groaning now, his legs pressing against her on either side as she slid up and down, the tip finally touching the back of her throat as she slid all the way down and swallowed convulsively, gagging a little.
“Christ, Callie,” Sean said, his voice ragged. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.” She swirled her tongue around the tip again and he pushed at her shoulders. “I want to be inside of you.”
Callie pulled away and he lifted her onto the chaise, pushing her back and positioning himself between her legs. The tip of his cock brushed against her and she arched her back, a sharp jolt of lust pulsing along her spine. He reached between them and rubbed his cock against her, and then before she knew it he thrust his hips forward and slid inside of her.
She’d seen already how big he was, but it came as a bit of a surprise still. She felt full, impaled, and when he began to move she moaned, long and low, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he thrust. He found a spot that made her
moan every time he slid over it, and he kept going, over and over again, although she could see from his face and the tension in his body how badly he wanted to come.
“One more time, Callie,” he hissed, his face a mask of concentration. “Come for me one more time, baby.”
She writhed against him and he groaned. “I can’t keep this up much longer. I want to feel you come on me.”
And she did. He slid into her once more and back again, and she arched her back, her body bucking with pleasure as he thrust into her, hard. She clung to him, trembling as the pleasure raced through her, and then she fell back, boneless and limp from the effort. He kept going, and then his hips bucked, pushing against her as he thrust in all the way, and he groaned, burying his face against her neck.
They both lay there for several minutes, panting and gasping, Sean slowly softening inside of her. The fog of lust cleared, Callie’s heart pounded, wondering what the aftermath would be like. His face was still pressed into her neck, and she felt sticky with sweat, the room suddenly small and claustrophobic. She pushed against him, and he sat back, swinging his legs over the side of the chaise.
She set about putting herself back together. Her skirt was rucked up around her waist and her breasts were still outside of her dress. Her hair had come down partially and was tangled around her face, pieces of it stuck to her cheeks and neck. She tugged down her skirt and adjusted her bodice, and reached up to try to pin her hair back into some semblance of the style Anna had created. After a minute or two, she gave up and simply pulled the pins free, letting her hair tumble around her shoulders. Sean held his hand out and she dropped the pins into them, and he put them in his pocket.
They sat side by side for a few minutes, not speaking. Then Sean put his hand out and grasped Callie’s. He looked at her.
“What do we do now?” Callie asked. Her brow was creased with concern.
“I don’t know,” Sean admitted.
“This can’t be anything more,” Callie whispered. “Our parents would be so angry.”
Sean reached out and pulled her closer to him. “Let’s not worry about it. Let’s not worry about any of it. I don’t know what this is going to be. I don’t know if it is going to be more or less or just go back to the way things were before, but I want to find out. No matter what happens, it’s going to be okay.”
“Is it?” Callie’s mouth was trembling.
“If we never do this again, I’ll still be in your life, Callie. I’m not going anywhere. And if we do, and it’s only sometimes and it’s only for fun, then we can enjoy it and never say a word. And if it becomes…more, then we will figure that out when the time comes. There’s a whole world out there, Callie. They can accept it or we can find somewhere where it won’t matter.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder. “How did you know what I needed to hear?”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Because I know you, Callie. I’ve known you for years. We did what we wanted to do tonight, and it was fantastic. It was everything I’ve been dreaming of for longer than you know. It doesn’t matter what happens tomorrow. Tonight was perfect.”
Callie nodded. “It really was.”
Sean laughed suddenly. “Did you think something like this would happen when you wanted me to take you out somewhere like this?”
She shook her head. “No, not at all. I never thought you wanted me like I wanted you.”
“Well I did. For years. And when I saw you looking at me in the shower, I knew you wanted me. I imagined for a long time all the ways it might happen. I just didn’t know how to actually make it happen.”
“Well, I’ll be here in college for another year.”
“Then I’ll come visit. And we will see what happens.” Sean wrapped his arms around her, and then stood up. “Let’s go find your friend.”
Many of the couples had dispersed by the time they slipped out of the alcove. They walked downstairs and saw Anna sitting at the bar, chatting away with the bartender. Her companion had disappeared.
“Where’d your friend go?” Callie teased.
Anna shrugged. “Who knows? He was fun, but a bit boring to talk to. Now this guy…” she winked at the bartender, and he grinned. “He’s taking me out to lunch next week,” she whispered conspiratorially to Callie.
Callie laughed.
“Ready to get out of here?” Sean asked, his hand still resting on the small of Callie’s back. Anna cast a glance Callie’s way, but said nothing. “Sure.” The bartender handed her the bill and she quickly signed it, then stood up. “After you two.”
Sean drove them home, and Callie looked out the window at the lights passing by until she finally dozed off, dreaming of Sean’s hands on her and the small room where they had been only a short time before.
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She was still half asleep when they walked in the door, but Sean and Anna were wide awake. She sat on the couch next to Sean while Anna poured them both a drink and they sat, chatting about the night. Anna was telling them about her encounter with the man on the dance floor, and the conversation turned for a few minutes to the man and woman who had put on the show for the crowd.
Callie leaned against Sean, wondering what would happen next. She pictured him sliding into her bed in the morning, running his hands over her body, sliding under the sheets to wake her up. She pictured him coming for the weekend, and leaving on a Sunday afternoon. She pictured him with a glamorous woman in New York, and she felt a flash of jealousy. She had a feeling she would want more. She didn’t know how much more. A month? A year? Two? Forever? She knew Sean was right, that there was no point in worrying about these things now, but it was difficult not to. She felt Sean’s arm tighten around her waist, and she let out a long breath.
He was right. She could be happy for now. For now, she had everything she could possibly want.
He leaned over to her and whispered in her ear. “I”ll be in your bed in the morning. You can count on it.”
A delicious shiver went down her spine, and she felt herself flushing at the thought of what might happen in the morning.
Yes. This was all she needed for now.
Anna got up and collected their glasses, and Callie helped Sean pull out the pillows and blanket they had stashed in the hall closet for him to make up his bed on the couch again. He settled onto the couch and when Anna wasn’t looking, Callie gave him a quick kiss. “Tomorrow,” she whispered.
“Tomorrow,” he promised.
Anna passed Callie in the hall as they were walking to bed and grabbed her arm. “I know something happened! What was it? How was it?”
Callie grinned. “I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”
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Story Description:
Callie and Sean have been step-brother and sister since they were teenagers. But ever since one afternoon when she caught him showering, Callie can’t stop thinking about him in a very un-brotherly way. When he comes to visit her for her twenty-first birthday, Callie has no idea how very hard it will be to keep her attraction a secret. After an argument, Sean agrees to take Callie and her friend out for a wild night at a sex club in town. A show gets both of them in the mood, but when Callie decides to make a move on her gorgeous step-brother, she has no idea just how wild the night will get.
THE END
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