by Selena Kitt
Sure, I wish there was a way it could be just Scott and me, but this is pretty much the next best thing. It means we get away from the home we grew up in, leave all baggage behind, spend some time together on a mini-vacation and work on our bonds.
In the meantime, I’m hoping our parental units take a moment for themselves and disappear for a while—maybe try to rekindle their own relationship in some fairly risky way, hiking through the woods or parked in their car, giving me alone time with Scott. Perhaps this whole thing will give him an opportunity to see me in another light and we can sneak a quickie in.
Flights of fantasy again, I know, but I also know it doesn’t have to take long—all we need is an hour. Less, even. I asked my friends, and they said twenty minutes is more like a normal time.
“Sometimes, you’re lucky if you even get ten minutes,” my friend, Sarah said.
I’ll consider myself lucky if Scott sticks it in me for even one minute—I just want to be a part of him in that way, to have him take my virginity.
“Okay, everything is booked and we’ll drive down Saturday morning, seven a.m. sharp,” my mom says with a big smile. “We should get there by ten, the latest, so we’ll have all day to hike or go to the lake or just hang out in the hot tub and get wrinkly!”
“Sounds great!” I say. “Ooh, wait—scheduling conflict! I forgot I promised Sarah I’d fill in for this babysitter job, and it’s too short of a notice for a replacement. Already she had trouble finding one and I jumped in to help her out.”
My mom’s brow furrows. “Hm. Well, I don’t like the idea of leaving you behind to travel alone—it’s such a long way. I guess we could...”
“If it makes you feel any better, Scott can take me—that is if he doesn’t mind staying behind too.”
I look pleadingly at Scott.
“Of course! No problem at all,” he says, looking from me to her. “That way, you and my dad could um... have the place to yourselves for a bit.”
My mom smiles a grateful, understanding smile. She’s such a sucker for the carpooling idea in general, so the mere fact that two people will be in the extra car now makes her feel better, I’m sure.
To be honest, I don’t really have a promise to fulfill—I just needed an excuse to be alone with Scott for a while to work on him.
I go to bed pretty proud of myself, and I can’t wait for Friday to come.
When Friday morning arrives and my parents take off, I get up to start my seduction, but to my surprise, Scott’s also gone.
I check every room of the house and find myself utterly alone.
Then I run to check my phone to see if I have any messages, and I find a text from Scott.
Text me when you’re ready to leave. Off to see a friend.
I burn for a moment, hoping it’s not a female friend he went to see but manage to stay calm, knowing I’ll have a whole drive to work some magic on him. More than two hours.
Gig cut short, I text Scott once an hour passes, giving myself enough time not to look like a complete liar.
I used the free time to masturbate on his bed, his scent surrounding me, then I made sure I had packed all I might need, including revealing bikinis and perfumes.
One way or another, I’m going to get in Scott’s head so that he’s driven to get the head of his cock inside me.
When he shows up, I’m all clean and ready to go, smiling innocently.
Scott and I arrive at the cabin and we’re told our parents haven’t checked in yet.
I immediately call my mom, noticing I had a missed call and a voicemail message.
“You won’t believe it,” my mom answers, “we took a slight detour since we figured we had a bit of extra time and now we’re trapped in horrible traffic. There’s been an accident, I think.”
My mom’s pretty suggestible, and I mentioned a few attractions along the way, so there’s a pretty good chance they stopped at one of them.
I couldn’t convince Scott to do the same, however.
“That’ll add, what, another hour?” he said, which was the whole point for me, but I didn’t push it. Guess it’s a good thing we didn’t do it.
“Anyway, not sure how long this’ll be sweetie—GPS is estimating at least another hour so—but we’ll be there as soon as we can!”
“Oh, don’t even worry about it. We’re okay! See you guys soon.”
Holy hell, this is some luck!
I can’t help smiling to myself as I disconnect.
This is my chance—perhaps my only chance.
I’ve got Scott all to myself for at least an hour, and I won’t let him get away.
I immediately change into a bikini and invite him to the hot tub with me.
“That actually sounds nice,” he says, and by the time he strips down to trunks and joins me, I’ve taken my top off and draped it over the side.
We have limited time so there’s not much time to be coy; I need to crank things up a notch.
Scott pauses, his eyes going straight to my bobbing boobs.
I notice movement in his trunks, and I know I’m halfway to where I want him.
“You don’t mind, do you?” I ask, looking up at him innocently. “I mean, I know it’s kind of awkward, but I just want to be free! Do you have any idea what it’s like not to be under their house and rules? What am I saying? Of course, you do. Anyway, our parental units are gone and it makes me feel like seizing the moment if you know what I mean. Anyway, people do this all the time in Europe. No big deal.”
He’s trying to hide his hard cock and failing miserably.
“Claire, I don’t think...”
“Oh, come on! No one’s here to judge us or tell us what we can and can’t do! We can do whatever the fuck we want with no consequences for the next hour or so.”
I know he hasn’t missed my implications, but he says, “Okay,” still sounding unsure.
He climbs in the hot tub slowly—like I might attack him otherwise.
He’s not too wrong if he thinks that.
He’s having a hard time not looking at my naked boobs, and I’m having a hard time not thinking about his stiff dick—so hard, I stop trying to play it casually and swiftly move closer to him, bringing his lips to mine.
He lets me take them for a moment, but when I move so that I’m straddling him and start to rub my cunt against his hard cock, he pulls away violently, then starts to get up to leave.
“Oh no, please don’t go. Please...” I beg.
“I have to, sis—we can’t do this!”
He exits the hot tub, taking off like a bat out of hell.
I follow him quickly. “Yes, we can! We’re not even related!”
“That’s not the point! I’m here to look after you, but not like this.”
I know what my next move must be.
I quickly untie the strings of my bottom and let it fall to the ground.
“Scott, wait!” I say. “Look at me!”
He keeps walking.
“I’ll cover my top but please look at me, brother, please!”
He stops and turns around slowly.
True to my word, I cross my arms over my chest and wait until he realizes what I’ve done.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Claire,” he says, his eyes trapped on my exposed pussy.
I leave one arm over my chest, covering my nipples while I slide the other down so that my fingers are rubbing my desperate, needy folds.
I let myself moan.
He still hasn’t moved from his position, and I know I’m about to bring it home.
“Please,” I say softly. “I already saw it—it’s thick and hard and so ready to sink into me. And I’m so ready for it, Scott, I need it—take my virgin pussy.”
He suddenly looks at my face, eyes widened in shock.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
I shake my head.
“I want it to be you, Scott. I’ve been waiting for you. Saving myself for you.”
His eyes look different
now, and while I continue to slowly finger my pussy, he works his trunks down.
His cock springs free, making me gasp at the sight of it—the real bulging, fleshy thing before me.
“You and those fucking eyes,” he says as he comes toward me, then picks me up in his arms and carries me to his bedroom.
I can feel that he’s a different man now—desire has overrun him, and he is no longer my calm, rational stepbrother, but an animal in need.
When he looks at me, his eyes are pools of lust, his face dark with hunger.
He bends to my lips, planting a firm, sensual kiss as he explores my mouth, then his lips reach my neck, making me lean back and offer more to him as I let out a soft moan. My nerves have gone haywire, my body is aching, and his teasing lips are driving me crazy.
“We don’t have much time,” I remind him.
“Oh, but I want to take my time with you. I won’t take too long, I promise.”
You can also treat us to more, later, I almost say, but I’ll wait to remind him he can take my body anytime.
His lips slide to my boobs, sending tingles through me with every touch of his lips, and when he grabs one of my breasts in his mouth, I groan in pleasure.
He groans too, and I can tell it’s taking a lot of effort for him to treat my body like this.
He moves to my other boob, then he slides his lips down my abdomen, making me jerk as sensations take over me. I am distracted by these uncontrollable waves, not thinking of where he’s going next until his mouth actually reaches my pussy, making me buck violently. The explosion of sensation takes me by surprise, and he starts working his lips and tongue over me, making me wetter than I thought possible while I desperately pant and moan.
His tongue starts tickling my entrance, and when he starts sticking it in me like a dick or a finger, I’ve reached the end of my rope. Luckily, it seems he has too, and he rears up, aiming his thick, raging cock at my dripping slit. He starts rubbing the head of his dick over my needy, tingling crevices, driving me even crazier before working the head of his cock inside me.
I accept him greedily, starkly aware of this unfamiliar object penetrating me, forcing my walls apart. He gently pushes the rest of his hard, long dick in as I wince from the pressure, then after a few moments of stillness, as if giving me a moment to get used to his huge cock in my tight, gripping pussy, he starts moving inside me, and I realize my dream has finally come true.
He starts slowly at first, pulling his cock almost all the way out before sliding it back in a few times. Then he starts to pick up speed, and soon, our bodies are slapping against each other in beautiful rhythm as his cock plows me and my body grabs onto him gratefully.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Claire,” he says softly.
I’m amazed—I’ve never heard him curse before.
“Fuck, this is too much,” he says as he slows down again as if savoring my body. He gently pushes against my ravenous cunt, and I take a moment to watch him as he fucks me—his handsome face and warm, blue eyes, his masculine jaw, neck and shoulders, the hard, defined chest, and his rippling ab muscles. My eyes continue to go down until I’m watching his thick, stiff cock disappear and appear at my pussy, glistening with my juices.
“Fucking hell!” he suddenly says, and I feel him shift as he picks up the pace, smashing into my hot cunt again with renewed fervor.
I feel both pain and pleasure at his rough claim, lucky and honored to have him buried deep inside me at last, to have this magnificent moment where we’ve become one.
He bears down on me, pushing against me in a way that sets something off in me.
I realize he’s about to come, and so am I.
“I’m not pulling out,” he says, “this feels too fucking good. Oh God, Claire...”
“Yes, Scott, come inside me,” I say right into his ear.
As he plunges his cock into me, slapping against my hungry pussy as he thrusts his way to orgasm, I thrust upward, rubbing my folds against him. Being filled by him, plus brushing my pussy lips and clit against him takes me there in no time too, and I join him in a thunderous explosion of ecstasy, both of us letting out a loud cry as we climax.
He sinks himself balls-deep in me in the first of his final few thrusts inside my overjoyed body.
Soon, I feel his warm cum spreading in me and I panic a little, but I dare not say anything—not at this time, not in this place. Definitely not in a moment that feels so perfect as Scott finally collapses on top of me, breathing hard as he continues to shoot his seed inside me.
Besides, it’s not like it’s not all a part of my ultimate plan.
I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, and I melt when he puts his arms around me, flooding me with another kind of warmth.
I lose the last of my shame.
“I love you, Scott,” I whisper.
“Christ, I love you too, Claire,” he says, and I almost burst into tears immediately.
The joy is overwhelming, and I feel like I’ve just about died and gone to heaven, except I know I can’t because what I said to him earlier about there not being any consequences wasn’t true—I have to hang around to nurse the seed Scott will probably leave growing in me.
Maybe it will take root today, or maybe it’ll be two days from now; either way, at this moment, I have no doubt Scott and I will sneak in as many more trysts as we can while he’s around, and by the time he gets deployed again—if he gets deployed—no matter what happens, part of him will always be with me.
ABOUT AMY WARD
Amy Ward writes taboo erotic shorts involving first times and forbidden love! Young virgins finally get their cherries popped in a host of forbidden ways! She likes the beach, kittens, hula-hooping while watching singing shows, and dreaming up trouble to get her randy characters in.
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Showing Her the Ropes by Anita Swirl
Chapter One
Aliyah
I stumbled across some porn last night.
Yes, in today’s day and age, I, a nineteen-year-old, have managed to avoid one of the most ubiquitous aspects of a young adult’s life—mostly due to my religious father drumming into my head how dirty it was—how dirty everything involving sex was.
He wasn’t just religious either—he was a preacher, and my mom, his poor repressed wife.
I got the feeling she was more than a bit relieved when he died, and after she had remarried, the loud sessions I overheard with her and the new man of the house made it clear that it wasn’t her choice not to be more active in that department.
Sometimes I wondered if she was carrying out some sort of revenge against my dad after finding out at his funeral that he had more than one partner per se—he had apparently led a double life, humping a few girls on the side, including one or two from the church congregation. His mistresses all showed up distraught at that funeral and wanting to commiserate with her, but they tried the wrong one—my mom ended up bitch-slapping one of them when they came up to her with a hug and the words: “we both lost our man.”
Oops.
Three years have passed since Dad’s fatal heart attack, and my mom has been a much happier person since pretty much the moment he died.
Even before finding my stepdad two years ago, she had a few “boyfriends” she brought home, and boy, my imagination wasn’t big enough to come up with sufficient reasons for all the moaning I heard coming from her bedroom.
I mean, can sex actually be that great?
Since turning eighteen, I’ve been more than a little curious what it’s like to finally get some cock—to have some guy’s meaty member pushing in and out of me while his hands grab my ass or roam my boobs.
My mom always sounds like she’s having a grand old time, and I’ve heard friends ta
lk about it like it’s so much fun, so I think it’s about time I get my cherry popped.
Although my body tingles every now and then, so far, I’ve stayed away from all temptation that could make that tingling worse and push me to try to jump some random guy’s bones. I’ve avoided books and movies with suggestive scenes and anything else that might fire me up till I have to touch myself to put that raging fire from my center out.