by Lily Logan
“No,” I said. “I meant why shouldn’t you have those feelings?” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “What if I told you I had those feelings too?”
David looked up sharply. “Star we can’t,” he cried, anguish marring his perfect face. “You’re my little sister.”
I stepped forward to him again. Now that I had had a taste of his lips I could no longer be denied. “Not by blood,” I whispered, pressing my face to his chest. “It’s you I want, David. That’s why I came all the way here to Traverse City, though I didn’t understand it at the time. It was because I wanted you all along.” I swallowed again, trying to hide the emotions raging through my body as I finally said the words that had been waiting to be said. “I want you to be my first.”
David stepped back, his face frozen in shock. He leaned against his desk and dropped his head, seemingly at war with himself over my revelation. “You want me to…”
“Take my virginity, David,” I declared, finally understanding why Jane had called me gutsy. “I want you to make love to me.”
“Right now?”
“Are we alone?”
“Yes,” he said. “No one comes into my office unless I invite them.”
I bit my lip. Telling him so boldly seemed so wrong, but the wrongness of it made my belly do that delicious little clutching motion again. My blood was heated; flames rippling through my veins like lava, a pressurized volcano inside of me that would explode at any moment. “Then yes,” I told him directly. “I want you right now.”
The shifting emotions on his face changed and I saw something darker there. Something animalistic and hungry. Something decidedly unbrotherly in his gaze.
“Starla Dee Jennings,” he murmured, quirking a half-smile. “Goddamn have you grown up nice.”
I moved close to him. “That’s you’re doing,” I told him.
He shook his head, eyeing me up and down. “I did a good job,” he croaked.
“You did,” I agreed, pressing my chest against his. “Now, teach me how to fuck.”
His eyes went wide and hungry. He snaked a hand around my waist and pulled me in to him and I gasped to feel the pressing bulge of his need against the softness of my stomach. “You feel that, don’t you,” he whispered. “You feel what you’re doing to me? With that dirty talk?”
“Oh you like it, David?”
“It’s not how a sister should talk to her brother, not at all.” he murmured, his eyes dark, his lips parted.
“What else shouldn’t I do?” I teased him, “being your sister and all?”
He wrapped his arms around my ass, lifting me easily, turning on his heel and setting me down on the wide expanse of his desk. “You shouldn’t stop me,” he whispered throatily.
I bit my lip as he snagged his fingers in the waistband of my work pants and gently teased it down my hips. I wiggled slightly, lifting my hips towards his face, feeling the warmth of his breath trace across the exposed skin of my stomach. I shivered even before he pulled my pants free, leaving me wide open and exposed in my white cotton panties, the coolness of the air hitting my hot, wet center. I stifled a moan deep in my throat. “I won’t,” I gasped. “I won’t stop you.”
“Ah, god, Star,” he murmured against my thighs, “I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to.” He trailed a line of kisses up the thigh, his lips bringing goosebumps to my fevered skin. The closer he got to my fevered center, the more I pressed my hips towards him, aching for the release of his tongue at my core. It was so intimate, having him down there, my secret place that had never been touched before. He was touching me in places no one had ever been, in ways I couldn’t even have imagined. I heard a gasping scream tear from my own throat as my overloaded nerve endings went into overdrive.
The noise seemed to inflame him even further. He shoved the fabric of my panties aside and pressed the flat of his tongue against the whole of my sex. The sensation of his hot mouth against my hotter flesh sent me writhing, bucking upward to focus his attention where I needed it the most.
When his tongue flickered across my clit, my fragile composure shattered completely. I opened my mouth wide and screamed out his name as he held my hips firmly, his fingers kneading into my flesh, his rapid-fire tongue eliciting rhythmic grunts and moans from my lips. I felt the waves of pleasure building upwards, piling one on top of the other until my whole body was poised to break free. I was at the very edge of my sanity.
And then a new sensation took hold of me as David’s finger pressed against my virgin opening, pausing for a moment before the desperate wetness flooded out to greet him and he slipped inside.
“David!” I cried as I surged forward. He was inside of me. He was touching me from the inside. The knowledge was almost as amazing as the sensation, and when he hooked that thick finger forward, catching the spongy, rough place inside of me, I completely exploded.
“David!” I cried again as my body plummeted over the cliff, falling and flying at once as the orgasm took hold of me, shaking the very atoms of my body to the core. I clutched at his hair, digging my fingers into those honey-blonde waves and frantically ground my nub into his tongue. He accepted my wild writhing, allowing me to explode again and again, clenching his face tightly in my thighs.
When at last I felt my very first orgasm subside, I fell back onto the cool wood of the desk, panting in ecstasy and terror. “Holy shit,” I moaned.
“Don’t get too comfortable yet, sis.” I could hear David’s devilish grin from between my legs.
“I’m not comfortable, I’m dead,” I protested. “You killed me.”
“Well then let me resurrect you,” he murmured. I felt the flicker of his tongue against my opening, and my exhausted body fluttered to life. I groaned as my overtaxed nerve ending fired once more, sending a wave of wetness to flood his exploring tongue. “That’s a good girl,” he praised me, his cool breath hitting my hot flesh and making my toes curl. “We’re going to make this nice and easy.”
Before I could question what he meant, I felt that first finger slip inside of me. The strange sensation of fullness was something I still wasn’t used to, and I moaned in confusion. “That’s a good girl,’ he said again, flickering his tongue against my clit. As I pressed my hip mindlessly upward, I felt the stretch of a second finger squeeze its way inside.
“David!” I gasped. He had me stretched wide open, two fingers inside of my virgin cunt. I expected it to hurt, but the walls of my pussy fluttered and opened, relaxing into the pleasure. I moaned again, and as I did, a third finger delved its way inside of me.
This time I was not shocked. He was prepping me. He was preparing me for the next step. I squeezed my eyes shut and exhaled as the pain of being stretched dissolved into the pleasant fullness. “Is that good, Star?” I heard him ask.
“It’s good,” I moaned, my voice thick and almost unrecognizable. “David, are you going to…?”
“Hush,” he commanded. “I know what you need.” I moaned and more down, feeling that fourth small finger stretch my tight virgin opening. His whole hand was nearly inside of me, only his thumb remained outside. He turned and pressed that thumb against my clit, rubbing his fingernail lightly over the buzzing pearl. I gasped and moaned again, the guttural sound of an animal.
“Yes,” he observed. “You’re ready.”
I felt, rather than saw, him stand up from between my legs. I felt, rather than saw, him lift his shirt over his head. The heat from his naked torso roused me from my stupor and I looked up at my stepbrother. The low angle of the setting sun had his tanned torso emblazoned like it was on fire, and I reached a finger out to trace the small tattoo I saw on his bicep.
“A star,” I whispered, my voice catching in my throat.
He turned to look where I was touching, but he didn’t say anything. I felt a rush of emotion that brought tears to my eyes. “David?” I whispered. “I want to make you feel good. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
David looked down a
t me, his eyebrow furrowed in confusion. And then he raised them as my hand found the bulging evidence of his desire. “I want this,” I told him, “in my mouth.”
I slithered down to my knees, landing heavily. It seemed like my limbs didn’t quite work properly yet. But all of my clumsiness dissolved when I reached out and cupped my stepbrother’s cock in my hands. “Let me see it,” I whispered.
“You don’t have to,” he said, thickly.
“I want to.”
My pussy throbbed as my fumbling fingers set about clumsily lowering the zipper on his trousers. David looked down and watched me as I lowered his pants to the floor. I could see him, erect and proud, his cock outlined fully inside of his boxer briefs. I licked my lips.
His cock bobbed free the minute I yanked his boxers down, springing in front of my waiting lips like it was leaping for me. I opened my mouth and closed my lips over the head of him.
He was smooth, so smooth. I had never felt anything so smooth. The feel of his cock in my mouth was more exquisite than I ever thought possible. I wanted more and sucked greedily, pressing my lips down until the whole of him was buried deep in my throat. I inhaled the scent of him that was collected on the short, wiry hairs at the base of his cock, and then slid my lips back up again to look at him above me. “Is that good?” I whispered. “I’ve never done this before.”
He sank his fingers into my hair. “Use your tongue more, Star. Let me feel you.”
I liked that idea. I flickered my tongue around the ridge at the head of his cock, moving my head in circles as I laved the whole shaft, wetting it with my saliva before sliding my lips back down again. David grunted and animal sound and pushed my head down further, forcing his cock down my throat. I gasped and choked a little, as he eased back up again. His pale eyes were as dark as the ocean after a storm. “Too much?” he asked me.
“No,” I said firmly. “I can take more.”
David growled again and pressed his cock past my lips once more. With a thrust of his hips, he sank his cock as far as he could down my throat. I moaned against it, the walls of my throat vibrating around hi shaft and he groaned an animal sound in response. “Ah, god Star, I can’t take it any more.”
He bent down and grabbed me by my elbows, lifting me like I was a ragdoll and flinging me back onto the desk. I landed with my legs splayed wide. In two quick motions, he had my shirt flying through the air, and clapped his lips to my heaving breasts. But when I felt the press of his cockhead against my pussy, I bent my head to his shoulder and whimpered.
“Star, sweet Star, I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
“I don’t want you to be gentle,” I cried. Then I lifted my hips to meet him, impaling my own virgin pussy on my stepbrother’s cock.
The first savage thrust nearly tore me wide open. I saw stars as the thick pain threatened me with tears. But David had primed me well. Right on the heels of the pain was the most immense sensation of pleasure, a deep fullness filling in the emptiness I never knew I had until now. I sank my fingers into his wide back and wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him higher, deeper.
“Oh my god,” David groaned, “you’re so tight…” his thrusts became wilder as the same pleasure that had me took him. We were finally together after all these years, the way we should have been always. I clutched to him as he moaned my name over and over again, his desperate cries matching the rhythm of his thrusts. I felt that same shuddering pleasure start to overload my senses as my stepbrother fucked into me, gaining speed, the two of us rushing headlong towards the cliff together.
And then suddenly I was wrenched headlong over it. My shuddering cries turned into mindless shrieks as I cascaded over the peak. The waves took me, drowning me in the sea of ecstasy. From somewhere outside of myself, I heard a sharp, guttural cry as David’s cock twitched inside of me. He pressed his lips to mine and the two of us came together, our love spilling out in waves that we rode to the very end.
His weight crushed me into the wood of the desk, his granite chest against my breasts as our heartbeats slowed and synced up. I could have laid there forever, trapped under David and feeling the small aftershocks and explosions firing off in the aftermath of our love. His cock twitched and receded, and then with a sigh, he pushed himself upward.
I felt cold without him and clutched my hands over my breasts. David walked over to the darkened window, the fat full moon hovering along the horizon. Neither of us said a word.
There was something unsaid hanging in the air and it made me feel heavy and sad. I slid down from the desk, worry creasing my brow.
Why wouldn’t he talk to me?
Grabbing my clothes from the heap on the floor, I bent and shimmied my pants back over my hips, my whole body blushing. David hadn’t said a word, only staring off into the distance twilight. Did he regret what we had just done? Was he planning on forgetting that this ever happened? I felt a little shiver of fear go through my body. No, that couldn’t happen. Things couldn’t go back to how they were, with him all aloof and fancy, and me a lonely barista in the shadow of his skyscraper.
I waited what felt like forever, watching his broad back as he hung his head, deep in thought. I didn’t dare interrupt him for fear I might change his mind one way or another.
He lifted his head after an eternity and I heard him take a deep lungful of air. “Star,” he finally exhaled. “I can’t handle knowing you’re about to walk through that door.”
My heart leapt. “I don’t have to,” I told him. “Just tell me what to do.”
“You’re living with me, now,” he announced, in a tone that brokered no dissent. “You’re the new personal assistant to the CEO of Harlow Development, with all the salary and benefits thereof. I will put you up in one of my new buildings if you want, but,” he cast his eyes downward, looking for all the moment like the unsure boy he once was, “I would really like it if you would stay with me.”
I gasped and clutched for the desk to steady myself. Of all the ways I thought this visit would pan out, this was by far the best outcome I could have dreamed. “Of course I’ll stay with you David. I love you.” The words leapt out of my mouth before I could catch them and David smiled wide.
“I love you, sis,” he said sincerely, “I’m going to take care of you.”
“You always have,” I said to my brother, my protector, and my refuge. The one man I had always loved and the one man who had ever loved me back.
THE END
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