“I got you a beer” Ashton said, setting a half pint glass of beer down in front of Elise.
“That’s not a beer,” she said. “That’s half a beer.”
Ashton sat down with a pint glass in his hand. “Fine, drink that one and I’ll get you the other half.”
Elise noticed that Ashton had become more like his hostile self once he was out of the confines of his office. She wanted to ask him to calm down, but she knew better.
“Bet I can finish it before you,” she challenged him.
Ashton stared at her in disbelief. “Of course you can, you only have half.”
“I meant half of yours,” Elise said.
Ashton shook his head. He didn’t feel like playing games. His head was reeling and he had so many unanswered questions. He was used to always being the man with the answers but now he found himself without any. At least, none that made sense.
“Hey,” Elise said as she reached across the table and put her hand on top of his.
Ashton quickly looked up, glancing around the room in case anyone was looking at them. He liked the way her hand felt on his but he did not like the paralyzing fear of being caught.
“Would you stop that?” Elise said. “No one here knows and no one here gives a shit who we are or what we’ve been doing.”
Ashton sighed heavily. “I’m just confused.”
Elise smiled at him. “There’s nothing to be confused about. Just let it go, okay?”
Ashton didn’t answer her, he was too busy gulping down his beer.
“If you keep drinking like that I’m going to have to carry you home,” Elise said.
Ashton pushed his empty glass away from him. “I don’t know how else to ‘do’ this,” he said.
“Do what?” Elise asked. “We’re not ‘doing’ anything, Ashton. We did something, once. We did something that’s not against the law, something we both enjoyed and something that is perfectly natural for two adults to do!”
“But,” Ashton stammered, “I feel so out of control.” He grabbed Elise’s beer and gulped it down quickly.
“Well, thank you for that,” she said looking at the empty glass he set down on the table. “You don’t always have to be in control of everything, Ashton. The world doesn’t fall apart just because you don’t have control of the way you feel about someone.”
Ashton looked at her dully. He thought about what she just said. Was she insinuating she had feelings for him? If she did, that would actually explain why she was always so happy to see him. And it would make sense why she enjoyed having sex with him so much. “It does sometimes,” he said. He was thinking about his father. He knew his father would disapprove of this. It would be just another disappointment on Ashton Jr.’s behalf.
“Go get us some more drinks and shut up,” Elise said.
Ashton obeyed.
By the time Elise and Ashton were ready to go home, Ashton was more than a few sheets to the wind. He could barely stand upright and Elise was forced to hook his arm over her shoulders just to keep him standing.
“I’m taking you back to my apartment,” she said as she loaded him in to her small compact car in the office parking lot.
“No!” Ashton exclaimed loudly. “I need to go to my house!”
Elise shook her head. “You will be fine sleeping at my apartment tonight. If you still want to go home tomorrow morning then I’ll take you home then,” she said firmly.
“But I can’t stay at your apartment!” Ashton cried.
Elise got in the driver’s side of the car and slammed the door shut before anyone heard Ashton’s outburst. “You can and you will. That’s the end of it.”
Ashton sighed dramatically. “I can’t! Then everyone will know that you’re my sister!” he slurred.
Elise shook her head. “Ashton? Would you just please shut the fuck up?”
Ashton pouted his lips and slumped down in the back seat. “You’re not my mom!” he said childishly.
“Yeah and I’m not your sister either,” Elise said.
The drive back to Elise’s apartment was a quiet one. Ashton had passed out almost as soon as he slumped down in the seat. She had always looked up to him as her big stepbrother who had such a firm grasp on everything. And that was something that had always attracted her to him. This afternoon, however, he had shown her a whole new side to himself and she wasn’t sure that she liked it.
When they made it back to the apartment complex, Elise thanked God for only living on the second floor.
“Come on,” she said. She tugged Ashton by the arm in an effort to wake him. He didn’t move other than to slump further in the other direction. “ASHTON!” she shouted. He didn’t stir. Finally, Elise realized that he was a lost cause and after making sure that he was lying on his side, she left him in the car to sober up.
Heading inside, Elise grabbed a cold glass of water and a couple of aspirin and set them on the table by the front door. Ashton would certainly be needing them when he did come to.
Having made sure that her stepbrother’s needs were tended to, she walked into the bathroom. Regardless of what had happened, it had been a long day and she needed a soak in the tub.
The hot water steamed up the mirror on the vanity and as she waited for the tub to fill, Elise drew a large smiley face. She couldn’t really see what Ashton was so worried about. The way she saw it, what they had done was no different than if she had fucked her regular boss. Sure, her mom married his dad, but she and Ashton hadn’t even grown up together. In fact, she knew a pair of siblings who had married another pair of siblings and in her mind that was weirder than what she and Ashton had done.
With a deep exhale, Elise slid in to the warm bathtub and sank down until the water covered her chin. She had a feeling that tomorrow was going to be a very long day.
Chapter Seven
Elise was awakened by Ashton a little after midnight. Without saying a word, he crept into the bedroom and slipped into bed. His muscular arm swept over her waist and he pulled her close to him with a deep sigh.
“Are you awake?” he whispered.
“I am now,” she said.
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Elise said.
“No, I mean sorry for today.” He whispered back.
“What part of today?” Elise grumbled as she turned over on her back.
“For making you feel pressured. For making you think I was just another boss after one thing. And then for freaking out so badly afterward,” Ashton said. He let his hand slide down to her bare belly. “You’re right. It’s nothing to get all worked up about.”
“Are you still drunk?” Elise asked.
“No,” Ashton replied, pulling her body closer to him. “I just realized what an ass I made of myself.”
“You didn’t make an ass of yourself,” Elise said. “You just freaked out.”
Ashton laughed quietly. “Well even if it is understandable, I’m sorry. You didn’t need me freaking out on you like that. You were right anyway, it’s not as though we’re breaking any laws.”
Elise reached up in the darkness and rubbed his bare shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, okay?”
“Okay.” Ashton said.
The room fell silent. Elise was just about to doze off again when Ashton let his hand slide further down her belly and over the front of her panties.
“Ashton?” she whispered.
“Mmm hmm?” He said.
“Nothing. I just wanted to make sure that you were awake,” Elise said.
Ashton leaned over and silently placed a light kiss on Elise’s cheek. “Is it okay?” he whispered. Elise nodded.
“Yes, it’s okay,” she answered.
Ashton slid his hand back up to the top of her panties and very slowly he slid his hand inside them. Elise took a deep inhale as his hand ran down through her curly pubic hair. She could hardly breathe as he got closer to her parting.
“Ahhh,” she whispered.
Ashton slid his hand fu
rther down, until he could dip his finger into her opening. Then he carefully parted them and let his finger touch her aching pink. He could feel every inch of his body responding to her soft skin. Sliding his finger down to her opening he dipped it inside her.
“Ahhh…” Elise repeated as she arched her back slightly.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he let his finger sink deeper inside her.
“Oh yes, I’m very okay,” she answered breathlessly. The truth was she felt her attraction stronger than before. Having him cuddle her in bed and speak so honestly brought back all her old feelings and only intensified them.
Ashton slowly dipped his finger in and out of her, eventually sliding it up over her clitoris.
Elise gasped loudly this time. “Ahhh!” she said as Ashton’s finger circled her most sensitive spot. “Oh Ashton!”
“Mmm?” Ashton answered her cry.
“Ashton, I want you again!” she said.
Ashton smiled to himself in the darkness.
“I will fuck you as often as you want,” he whispered back.
Elise reached down under the covers and hurriedly she peeled down her panties. Following her lead, Ashton reached under the covers and slid down his boxers. As they lay together naked under the covers, their breathing came heavy and in unison.
“Are you sure?” Elise asked him.
“I have never been so sure of anything,” he replied. Ashton lifted himself on top of Elise. He felt her spread her legs wide underneath him. He felt his cock throb with anticipation. He felt her whole body trembling for him.
Ashton steadied himself on his muscular arms before he thrust forward slowly. As his cock head pressed up against her wet opening, Elise took a deep inhale.
“Ahhh!” she whispered. Ashton pushed forward until the thick head of his cock popped inside her. Elise gasped again. Ashton reveled in the tightness of her opening as she welcomed him inside her. Ashton thrust forward, burying his shaft down to the hilt inside of her. He lay his body on top of hers, their naked skin touching and his cock deep inside her.
She pressed her mouth up against his ear. The feeling of her breath against his ear was all it took for Aston’s cock to swell to capacity. All of a sudden Elise’s opening became so tight around him. He couldn’t help but lift himself up and pull back. He began to thrust slowly, burying himself in to her completely before pulling back. “Ohhh yes, just like that,” Elise said.
Ashton leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, letting his tongue snake in to her mouth. He began to thrust her harder. He really enjoyed being like this with her. Not only did it feel amazing, he felt a connection he didn’t usually with other women. And he was fairly certain she felt the same connection.
“I’m going to cum!” Elise cried out. Her breath was coming faster and Ashton could feel her breasts rising and falling underneath him. Elise panted, her back arching as she lifted herself onto Ashton’s cock. “Ohhhh…” she moaned. Ashton thrust harder until he felt her tightness squeezing him once again.
“Ooohhhh!” Elise moaned. “I’m cumming!” she cried.
“Ahhh, ahhh!” Elise moaned as the throes of her orgasm causing every inch of her body to be sensitive.
Ashton couldn’t stop. Thrusting again and again, he felt himself coming closer and closer to orgasm. “Where do you want me to cum?” he asked her. He wasn’t trying to be dirty. He was being considerate.
“Cum inside me!” Elise shouted. Just as she did, she felt the first shot of his cum shoot inside her and she let out a moan. Ashton smiled in the darkness as he thrust and thrust again until he had emptied his cock completely. Then, with a deep sigh, he leaned down, resting his body on top of hers.
“Oh fuck…” he whispered.
“Mmm hmm,” said Elise.
Then he pressed his lips against hers. They kissed for a while with the silence settling around them.
Chapter Eight
When the sun arose in the morning, Elise woke up to find that Ashton had slid off to the side of her. She reached over and stroked his arm gently.
“Wakey, wakey,” she said.
Ashton frowned and cracked his eyes open slightly. “I don’t want to go to work today,” he mumbled.
“You have to go to work today, you’re the boss.” Elise said. “But I hear that you have a pretty hot woman working in your office. She told me that she’d even give you a blow job at lunch time if you made it in to the office.”
“Mmm…” Ashton said. “The idea of a blow job in the office is great but wouldn’t you rather have a sick day and spend all day together? Maybe even in bed?”
Elise laughed. “I suppose it does sound much better but I wouldn’t want to lose any of those leads I got for you yesterday,” she said.
Ashton shook his head sleepily. “I don’t think you have to worry about that. Every single one of those guys is putty in your hands,” he said. He rolled over and threw his arm across Elise, burying his face against her shoulder. “So what do you say? Sick day?”
Elise pondered the idea for no more than thirty seconds before giving in. “Okay but no sex until we’ve had breakfast. I’m starving.”
“Mmm, me too. What are you making us?” Ashton asked.
Elise frowned down at him. “I never said that I was making it,” she said. “But if you come and help me make it then we can get it done sooner.”
Ashton smiled and jumped out of bed. Making breakfast with Elise actually sounded quite delightful. “Come on!” he said. “What are you waiting for?”
Elise laughed as she threw back the covers. She threw on a long t-shirt and some panties before going through to the kitchen where Ashton had already pulled out two skillets. “So what’re we having for breakfast, chef?” she asked.
Ashton pulled open the fridge, taking out the eggs and a packet of bacon. “Lots of food. We’ll need the energy to spend the day in bed.” He smirked.
Elise laughed as she walked behind him and pulled the orange juice out of the fridge. “Don’t make too much or we’ll just end up spending the day in a food coma instead.”
Ashton cracked an egg in to the pan and waved her off. “You can never eat too much when you have a sex marathon planned for the day,” he said.
Elise raised her eyebrows. “Oh really? And tell me, how many sex marathons have you taken part in?”
Ashton shook his head. “I don’t think you need to question my sex habits,” Ashton said.
Elise opened the juice and took a swig straight from the jug. “I guess not,” she said.
Ashton immediately felt bad for it. “I didn’t mean anything by that.” He turned from the stove and pinned her against the counter in the galley kitchen. “Okay?” he asked. She nodded and he leaned forward to give her a kiss on the lips. “Really,” he said before kissing her again.
Elise nodded and smiled before pulling him into a hug. He could sense she really wanted to be close to him. He knew he had to make sure she knew this was more than just sex.
“We don’t just have to fuck all the time. We can just be together, you know? And, of course, I do also have a business to run.”
Elise nodded in agreement. “Agreed.” Then she bit her lip and kissed the corner of his mouth. “But we can just have maybe a blow job a day and sex once a day in the office.” She winked.
Ashton’s eyes lit up. “That sounds reasonable. So long as sometimes we can switch the blow job for me pleasuring you.”
Elise squirmed. “That sounds like a great deal.”
Ashton cracked another egg in to the pan. “Yes, it does.”
THE END
Step Bastard
Merry Bennett’s knuckles whitened as she gripped the armrest, her eyes closing tight as the very world around her thudded uncontrollably. Then, mercifully, everything went smooth as the huge airliner planted its wheels firmly on the tarmac.
She had never minded flying, only landing. The speed at which the planes headed to the runway, the jarring impact as they touched down. It
was all too frantic and violent for her. She preferred life at a slower pace. Back at college, in Ohio, she did not even drive a car, preferring the peace and relaxation she got from walking or cycling everywhere. Given that, her mind started replaying the sequence of events that led to her here to Abu Dhabi in the United Arab Emirates and that homage to the world of speed, the Formula 1 Grand Prix.
“You must come and meet him!” her mother had giggled like a schoolgirl a week ago at Merry’s graduation, talking about her latest boyfriend of two months, Donald Lawson, “We’ll be at the last race of the season cheering on his son, Troy. It should be fabulous; he could win the championship! Think of the parties—the Grand Prix is a huge deal out there.”
“Mom, how am I supposed to find the money for airline tickets and hotels when I haven’t even got a job yet?” she had pointed out.
“I talked to Donny already. You’ve just picked up a BA in public relations, so the team will take you on temporarily as part of the hospitality staff and pay all your expenses. First class ticket, five-star hotel. You never know, you might like it and pick up a permanent position.”
It was so typical of her mom, organizing Merry’s professional life—without so much as a by your leave—when she’d never done a day’s work in her life. No, her mom’s good looks, upbringing, and the benefits of her expensive finishing school meant she had never had to be alone for too long. Merry was not going to be like that.
I’m going to make my own way, she thought as she deplaned and made her way through the terminal. I’m going to have my own career and depend on no one for anything. Who knows, world travel, luxury lifestyle—if I can stay away from all that car and racetrack nonsense this might be the job for me.
She knew her mother would be waiting in the Arrivals Lounge to pick her up, and that she would criticize the way she looked. She always had, particularly during Merry’s teenage years. Merry had always been slim and athletic, but short. She was more interested in books than boys and had hidden her lithe body under baggy pants and jumpers. Throughout high school she kept her hair short and manageable, wore glasses with no makeup, and ignored the teasing as best she could. Her mother complained, pleaded with her to fix herself up and put on some heels, but that just made her more determined.
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