by Wild, Nikki
When I felt his shaft breach me, I was sure he’d split me in two. He was so thick and hard that I could feel him stretching me, making way for the heft and might of his massive cock between the tight walls of my poor, neglected cunt. I scrabbled at the sheets, clawing at the silk, but couldn’t find purchase. I had nothing to hold onto as Preston worked his way inside of me, nothing to ground me to reality as he filled me with his cock.
“Oh, God…!”
Every moment after that was delirium. Every thrust was sheer ecstasy, the sort no words could possibly describe. Every touch burned me, scorched me, turned me to ash in his skillful hands, and yet every other saw me rise from the ashes to be filled once again by his thrumming cock. Preston was a wildfire raging over me, surging over the acres of my skin, leaving no inch of me unviolated. I twisted and arched, howled and writhed, pulled at my hair and shouted his name in ways I never thought I would.
“Fuck me, Preston! Harder! Harder!”
He obeyed me until the only sound I could hear beyond my own blood rushing in my ears was the steady slapping of his hips against my ass, the symphony of our bodies colliding and parting, only to collide again with even greater force. I was a slave to the sensations flowing through me, unable to think or feel anything else other than what Preston inspired with the roughness of his hands, the guttural tone of his growl, and the unrelenting force of his cock buried to the hilt inside me.
Preston reached down between my legs, snaking an arm over my thigh to rub my clit again with his fingers. I could barely keep up with his frenzied pace. The wave of my orgasm was already so close to crashing over me, and I feared that it would sweep me away into an oblivion I couldn’t possibly fathom.
“I’m cumming,” I whined, spreading my legs even wider for Preston’s girth. “Oh, shit—Preston! I’m cumming!”
He let out a low groan as I exploded. It was like the universe was coming together, like the two of us alone had created the sun and the stars. I wailed in rapture, throwing my head back and crying out Preston’s name again and again. Everything inside of me that said I should be ashamed was silenced in that moment. There was only me, Preston, and the undeniable passion we shared.
My walls hitched and squeezed, drawing tight around Preston’s cock. I felt him shudder behind me. He was close.
He pulled out of me and I turned, somehow knowing what he wanted from me though he hadn’t spoken it. On my hands and knees I crawled to him, watching him stroke his glistening shaft from root to crown, each jerk of his hand more desperate than the last. I pushed his hand away, engulfing his tip in my mouth, and felt him wind both hands through my hair to pull it away from my face as I bobbed mercilessly on his shaft, urging him into the back of my throat.
Preston let out a hiss through his clenched teeth. It was all he could do not to thrust into me, to make me choke on the enormity of his dick. I could smell his scent and mine mingling on his base, could taste my own lust for him as I spun my tongue around his shaft. I’d never known anything more delectable in my entire life than the way I tasted on my stepbrother’s cock.
“Fuck,” he gritted, feeling his balls tighten against my chin. I picked up the pace, rushing my brother toward ecstasy, pulling him into my mouth again and again as he surged forward suddenly and the first warm gush of his semen hit the back of my tongue.
I let my eyes flutter closed, slurping and sucking as Preston drove himself into me, eager to let the rest of his salty sweet load fountain down my throat. I held myself there as long as I could, forgoing even my own breath to see my brother twist in pleasure before me, knowing no other high so intense as seeing the look of bliss on his face.
As he settled I withdrew, the both of us panting. He fell forward onto his hands, staring into my eyes as I sat up on his bed, naked save for my bra. He brushed my hair from my face and kissed me, crawling over top of me, pinning me beneath his weight in a way that made me feel so safe, so secure, so wanted and loved.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered, his breath swirling like a sweet melody in the labyrinth of my ear. “You have no idea, Maddy… No earthly clue…”
We fucked again, this time face to face, this time with my breasts crushed in his hands as he looked into my eyes while he took me. This time, there was no mistaking that I belonged to Preston Harvey, the man who would become my stepbrother. I wasn’t just his personal assistant… I was all his.
Morning was… different.
Neither of us had expected to pass out. I could tell that much from the way we were still on top of the covers, the summer breeze licking our dried sweat. I turned over beside Preston, making sure that what I’d dreamt of had actually been real. There he was, flesh and blood and muscle beside me. It was strange, but I didn’t know how to feel.
The passion we’d succumbed to last night had been… intense. And it wasn’t like I hadn’t enjoyed myself. But now, in the broad light of day, I couldn’t help but feel a creeping sense of shame. I was waking up in bed next to my naked, spent stepbrother. Who does that?
Swallowing the conflict for now, I sat up and looked around, trying to find a clock that could tell me the time. I’d have to settle for Preston’s cell phone instead, but that was easier said than done when I had no idea where he’d put it.
I crawled over his sleeping form, reached over the end of the bed, and searched the pants he’d been wearing the night before. As I looked at the crumpled heap, all I could think about was how he’d dropped them in the heat of the moment, what it had felt like to endure his twisting, tantalizing tongue…
I lifted his phone from his pocket. It was seven a.m. The morning light must have woken us. At least we hadn’t slept the whole day.
Just as I was raising back up, Preston asked me, “What are you doing?”
I turned to look at him. He was awake, though he hadn’t yet moved. He was looking at me strangely, probably in the same way I’d looked at him when I’d woken up in his arms. Last night had been incredible, but it had happened under the cover of darkness. Morning was an entirely different animal, and it seemed neither of us knew precisely what to do with it.
I decided to try to avoid it for now. “Your phone,” I told him, holding it up. “I wanted to know what time it was.”
“It’s ringing,” he told me, and I looked at it. Indeed, since I’d picked it up, his phone had received a call.
It wasn’t making any noise, though, and it wasn’t vibrating. I looked over at him. “Do you want me to answer it?”
“No,” he said. He sat up, and I watched his muscles coil under his skin like snakes winding their way through the desert. “I’ll handle it.”
He moved past me down to the foot of the bed, retrieving his Bluetooth earpiece and pushing it in. He plucked his phone out of my hand, but didn’t look at me as he answered the call. “Hello?”
He was quiet for a moment, listening to the other end. I pulled some of the sheets around me, shielding myself from his view, though he didn’t even bother to look over. We had a lot to talk about, that was for sure, but it seemed like neither of us felt like this was the time or the place. Not while he was on the phone, at least.
“What time?” he said, startling me from my thoughts. I tried to look at anything but the planes of his muscles as he added, “Fine. We’ll be there.”
He hung up the call and looked at me, taking his earpiece out again. “We’re having dinner tonight,” he said.
I frowned at him, watching as he got up off the bed and walked to the dresser for a pair of underwear. “And why, pray tell, do you need your personal assistant to come along? Is there a children’s hospital to tear down?”
“Maddy…”
“Or maybe you could turn a city park into a landfill?”
“Maddy!”
“I’m still angry with you Preston.” I said firmly.
“You can stop now. Lets just say I’m having second thoughts about the whole homeless shelter deal,” he replied.
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Because I talked you out of it, or are you saying that because of what happened last night?” I asked, almost wishing he wouldn’t answer.
Preston didn’t answer, the silence biting as he was clearly trying to pick his words carefully.
“Well if it’s not some cutthroat business deal with one of your rotten clients,” I asked, “what are we doing? Who’d want to have dinner with the both of us?”
Preston slipped his boxer briefs over his legs, pulling them up and letting the waistband snap around his hips. When he looked at me, the smile on his face was strained. “Our parents.”
I felt my stomach plummet to my feet. Never had two words devastated me in the way that these had.
We were so fucked.
My father wasn’t the type of guy who’d just call up his son and his soon-to-be stepdaughter and invite them over for dinner and drinks. Hell, my father wasn’t the type of guy who did that for anyone but his favorite clients, and even that was an awfully short list. If he wanted to see both me and Maddy, that meant that something was wrong, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it had anything to do with what we’d done last night.
But that was crazy. He’d have no way of knowing that I slept with her. We’d been completely alone. It wasn’t like he’d bug my office, or anything. Right?
My father was a resourceful man, but as far as I knew, I’d given him no cause to feel that drastic measure like that were necessary. Yet the fact remained: he wanted something from both of us. If that wasn’t the reason, then what was?
“Maybe it’s my mom,” Maddy said. She was still sitting on my bed, though she’d wrapped herself in the sheets now to cover up. I guessed that in my own way, I was doing the same thing. We were both distancing ourselves and we knew it, but neither of us seemed ready to talk about why. “Maybe they want to go over the wedding or honeymoon plans.”
I felt my insides untwist a little. I nodded slowly. “That’s possible.” But the wedding was months away. What could they possibly want to consult us about at this stage?
Whatever it was, I knew there was no avoiding it. Maddy and I would have to show up, which meant that we were also going to have to discuss what had happened between us last night.
I looked over at her on my bed. God, she was beautiful. She had one of the most incredible bodies I’d ever seen. She was naturally gorgeous, organic in ways I’d not experienced in a woman… well, ever. All the girls I dated were always plastic Barbie dolls shaped by the most skilled surgeons on the planet into the ideal image men desired most. They were like modern art while Maddy was a classic. Even the freckles across the bridge of her nose gave me the shivers.
And yet she was my stepsister, or she would be soon enough. That meant she ought to be off-limits. We’d already been playing the part of siblings… or had we? Had I misread both our emotions all this time? Had my closeness to Maddy been fueled not by familial affection, but by raw, primal, sexual attraction?
I’d never felt this way about a woman before, so it was hard to tell. The only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted her, no matter what. But if our parents got married, that would be impossible, or at the very least something we’d forever have to hide. What if she wanted a family? What if I did? Then where would we be? Could I ask her to give up the future she deserved just to be with me?
I hesitated, rubbing the back of my neck as I stood before her in nothing but my underwear. “You should get dressed,” I told her softly. I didn’t want to come off cruel, but for the time being, I wasn’t sure what else I could say. “We’ve got work to do before we head over there this evening.”
“Sure,” Maddy said, though her voice sounded chilled and hollow. “I’ll get right on it, Mr. Harvey.”
It felt like a slap in the face, but at this point, I wasn’t completely sure that I didn’t deserve it.
The rest of the day passed by in total silence. Maddy busied herself with the tasks that kept her far away from me, and I hid in my office trying to forget the taste of my stepsister’s skin, the warmth of her as I sank in, the way she’d gasped and moaned and writhed beneath my weight. Every time I blinked I saw a flash of the way I’d slid my dick up to the hilt inside of her, and that only made distracting myself from those thoughts a more arduous task than it had been before.
When she’d gone to lunch, I had tried a little self-soothing meditation, and when that’d failed, I spent half an hour running hard on the treadmill in the corner of my office. Nothing worked. All I could think about was her, and that was making it hard to walk around without making that fact exceptionally obvious in my dress slacks.
By the time we had to leave for our family dinner, I was struggling to keep from getting hard every time she walked in front of me. The rhythmic sway of her ass sheathed only in the thin material of the skirt she’d picked up from her apartment had me completely entranced.
I opened the car door for her. When she swept under my arm with a soft, “Thanks,” the scent of her perfume antagonized me. I couldn’t take it anymore.
With a grunt, I grabbed Maddy by the arm and turned her, pinning her between my body and the car. I searched her eyes and found only wanting there. Helplessly I pressed my mouth against hers, ravaging her with my tongue, drawing her against me by the small of her back.
Maddy resisted only a moment. Then she moaned. She fit so perfectly in my arms, and I never wanted to let her go.
“I can’t do this,” I told her. “I can’t pretend like last night never happened. I need you, Madison, and not in the way that a brother needs his sister.”
I pressed my thrumming cock against her through her skirt. She gasped. I began lifting up the hem, revealing the creamy white tops of her thighs inch by inch until finally, I caught a glimpse of her underwear.
I pulled my dick out and nestled it against her crotch. I felt my balls seize and I snarled in her ear. “I could blow my load right here, Maddy. I could soak these panties before dinner, and your mother and my father wouldn’t know a thing. You’d spend the whole night with my cum staining your panties. That’s what you do to me. You make me want to do the nastiest things to you.”
Maddy shivered and looked up at me with hooded eyes. “Preston… Jesus, we can’t. What we did last night was wrong. I wanted it… We wanted it… But you know it can’t happen again.”
I pulled her panties open, letting the tip of my dick violate the space between them and her sweet, soaking wet lips. I thrust, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so near to her, of feeling my bulging head slip around in her honeyed nectar. “It has to,” I whispered. “Every time I look at you, all I want to do is get inside you again.”
I was so close. But Madison gently, yet firmly took me by the wrist. I could see lust in her eyes, but there was something else too. Maybe it was self-restraint, but it sure as hell looked like regret.
“We can’t,” she repeated, and this time there was no “maybe” in her tone. I withdrew and she let her fingers brush mine. “I’m sorry, Preston, but think of what could happen if we got caught…”
I nodded. As frustrated as I was, she made sense. But dammit, I didn’t want her to. All I wanted was to throw caution to the wind and bury myself in my darling little stepsister.
She fixed her skirt as I stuffed my dick back inside my pants. “Let’s hope there’s wine tonight,” I said as she slid into her seat. “I think I’m going to need it.”
“You and me both,” Maddy agreed as I closed her door.
It was so strange not having Preston’s driver take us to our parents’ house. For the most part, he took us everywhere, and I’d grown accustomed to sitting in the back with my stepbrother and sipping sparkling water or sometimes champagne as Mr. Fletcher whisked us to our destination. Somehow sitting in the front seat with Preston felt more intimate to me, almost like we were a couple.
I looked over at him as the sunset painted his handsome face with warm, Technicolor hues. I wondered if, had circumstances not been what they were, I could have been with him. We p
robably never would have even met, had it not been for my mom, but if we had…
My heart threatened to break as I realized that I really could see myself with this man. We were like Romeo and Juliet, if they’d been practically related instead of just from warring households.
Yet our progression toward our parents’ home felt like an oncoming war. It would be a battle, certainly. My mother would see to that. One way or another, she would find fault. I almost wished I could tell her Preston and I had slept together. The look on her face might have been well worth it.
“I’m sorry,” Preston said beside me. I looked over and saw his lips drawn into a grim line. “If I crossed a line back there.”
I shook my head, resisting the urge to place my hand on top of his. “We both did,” I told him. And if I was being honest with myself, I wished we could again.