by Selena Kitt
“Peyton,” he whispered impatiently, “please.”
“Is my teasing making you anxious?” she asked.
“Yes,” he hissed.
“Are you going to shoot your load on my thighs if you can’t have me?”
“No,” he gritted his teeth and gripped her hips hard in his grasp. For a moment, Peyton was surprised by his sudden aggression, but Scott saw and approving shimmer in her eyes that only pushed him that much further over the edge. “I’m going to have you,” he told her. “Right now.”
He pushed her down hard onto his cock and a strangled moan escaped them both. Peyton was surprised by his forceful taking, but she quickly obliged, writhing her hips up and down his length with eager bounces and sucking in delighted breaths each time she reached the bottom of his shaft. She cooed and hissed, her tight muscles clamping his base when she descended, then loosening again as she rose up.
It was heaven, the most blissful feeling Scott had ever known, and the fact that it was Peyton bringing him so much pleasure was almost more than he could take. Flashes of the week’s fantasies played through his mind... Peyton taken against her will... Peyton taking his load in the face and eagerly cleaning the cum with her tongue... Peyton begging him to fuck her hard and fast.
Scott lifted himself to meet her, gripping the chair with one hand and her hip in the other, fingers squeezing flesh in ways that would surely leave bruised memory behind when all was said and done. The harder he grinded up into her, the more eagerly Peyton dropped down to take him inside, those muscle clenching and squeezing his cock in ways he’d never even dreamed possible.
“Yeah, Scotty,” she whispered, circling her arm around his shoulder and leaning down to flicker her tongue against his ear as she whispered, “just like that. Ooh, yes, fuck me just like that.”
The fact that Scott had never known such wicked pleasure before triggered the intense promise of an explosive orgasm unlike anything he’d felt before, and as much as he didn’t want to make her mad at him, he couldn’t think about her disappointment. All he could think about was the clamp of her pussy, the shake of his heavy balls slapping against her flesh, the rising tension building up inside of him and then release.
Scott’s whole body stiffened, the muscles of his calves tightening as he strained upward and gave in to shuddering release. Peyton’s eager bouncing began to slow, and when the last ripple of bliss moved through him, she stopped and relaxed atop his thighs, his half-hard cock still buried inside her.
“That was fast,” she laughed, brushing her lips against his cheek.
He started to say he was sorry, but then stopped himself as he turned his mouth to meet hers. His kiss was firm and slow and filled with unspoken promise. “I jerk off a lot,” he told her, realizing as soon as he said it just how ridiculous it sounded. “I mean, I’ll be ready to go again before you know it.”
“Yeah?” she leaned back and gazed down into his eyes. “Well, you’ll have to save it for later,” she said. “I’m going to the movies with Adrienne and Samantha in about an hour. I have to go take a shower and get ready to go.”
And just like that, she climbed off of him, his now-limp cock puddling into his lap like a sleeping cobra.
Scott watched her reach for her bikini bottoms and then step into them, wriggling them up her hips before snapping them into place and turning back around to face him.
“You’re really gonna go to the movies after that?” he asked, his brow wrinkling as he stood up and hiked his swim trunks back up.
“Sure,” she shrugged. “Why not?”
He gripped her by the wrist and tugged her over to stand in front of him. He purposely towered over her, showing her silently just how bad he wanted to dominate her. “What if I want you to stay here and play with me instead?”
“As much as I’d love to stay and ride you like a rodeo queen all day, I promised the girls we’d go to movie.”
“Call them and cancel,” he said. “Come on, Peyton. I feel like we barely even got started before I...”
“Aw, Scotty, it’s okay. I won’t be gone all day, I promise. And tonight, I will more than make it up to you.”
With that as her final word, Peyton swiped her towel up off the patio and started toward the house. Scott stood watching her, his emotions now mingling with that strange sense of guilt and pleasure that only seemed to make him want her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.
He stood in the backyard with his thoughts, his eyes still focused on the door she’d just passed through and his mind centered on what they’d just done. He couldn’t deny how good it felt, how warm and wet she’d been, how tightly she’d squeezed him inside her. She really was a pro, and as much as that had sickened him in the past, now he saw it as a definite advantage. He’d never jerk off again as long as Peyton was around; he’d see to that.
To get his mind off of things, he dove into the pool, allowing the cool water to refresh his skin and momentarily wash away his sins. As he surfaced, he kept his eyes closed as he lifted his face against the hot rays of the sun.
Something inside him had changed in the last week. That cynical, bitter boy he’d been seemed so far away now, laying on the ground somewhere in the back of his psyche writhing in defeat. He didn’t want to think about hating Peyton anymore, he just wanted to fuck her again and again, and the fact that it was wrong only made it feel that much more right.
She wasn’t going to the movies, he decided. He was going to march upstairs and give her a hundred reasons why she should cancel and she wouldn’t be able to refuse a single one of his arguments.
Scott could hear the shower running as he ascended the staircase, along with Peyton’s muffled humming as he neared the door. She’d always been a shower singer, something that had gotten on his last nerve more than once, but as he stopped to listen to the tune, for the first time he found it somewhat endearing.
Reaching out for the door knob, he almost expected it to be locked, but was delightfully surprised when it turned in his hand. Quietly pushing the door opened, he slipped into the bathroom and wriggled out of his swim trunks. Peyton was oblivious to his presence, her silhouette suggesting that she was rinsing shampoo from her wet, blond tresses beneath the pulsing jets.
He tiptoed toward the tub and silently peeled the shower curtain aside to glimpse her. Eyes closed, she tilted her head back beneath the shower head and repeatedly ran her hands through her hair, squeezing out every last bubble of shampoo. He couldn’t believe she hadn’t heard him come in, and could almost hear her screaming when she finally opened her eyes and caught him standing in the shower with her.
He watched her turn around to face the wall and made his move, stepping up behind her and lowering his hands to rest on her hips.
She jumped and squealed, whipping around in his arms so fast she nearly slipped on the slick, wet floor. “Jesus!” she yelped. “Oh my God, Scott! What are you trying to do? Give me a heart attack?”
“If that would convince you to stay home with me,” he shrugged, gazing down into her wide eyes, which she quickly arched skyward as she smirked.
“Scaring me half to death isn’t going to rally me to your cause,” she assured him.
“No?” he raised an eyebrow and drew her slick, wet body close to his. She tried to stand firm, but the close proximity of the shower made it impossible to get away from him, so she relaxed for the moment and lifted a hand to rest on his shoulder. “What can I do to convince you to stay, Peyton?”
Scott lowered his lips to her cheek before raising them to her ear. He released a slow breath that made her shudder before darting his tongue out to flicker teasingly against her lobe.
“That’s certainly a good start,” she moaned and sunk a little closer. She was quiet for a moment, simply enjoying the warmth of his dancing tongue across her sensitive skin, and then she stiffened. “Come on, Scott. I need to get ready. I promise we can play doctor later.”
“I wanna play doctor now,” he asserte
d himself, drawing her flesh between his teeth and applying gentle pressure until she relaxed again and softened against him.
“What am I supposed to tell the girls?” she whispered.
“Tell them anything... You ate something that made you sick this morning, I don’t care. Just cancel, Peyton. Stay home and let me give you a thorough exam.” Scott tilted her chin upward and brushed his lips across hers. She opened her mouth eagerly to meet his kiss, slipping her tongue between his teeth to dance against his taste buds.
“How thorough are we talking?” she asked.
“Very thorough.”
Her eyebrows raised in appreciation and a slow smile dawned at the corners of her mouth. “Oh, all right, but you better be a very good doctor,” she gave in. “I mean, I want the full package. I don’t want to regret missing this movie.”
“You won’t,” he assured her. “I promise.
“Good.” She centered her palms on his chest and pushed him back a little. “Now let me out of the shower so I can call Adrienne.”
Scott stepped back and let Peyton climb out of the shower. Just before she closed the curtain, she glanced up at him again and said, “You better make this worth my while, Scotty.”
He didn’t know how he was going to do that, but he’d find a way. He reassured her with a slow grin and nodded, watching her disappear behind the curtain and listening as she left him alone in the bathroom. He tried to imagine his game plan, plotting out how best he could serve her while still serving himself in the process. He wanted to touch every inch of her body this time. No quick bang on the back porch. They had all afternoon, all night if they really wanted it. Whatever he did, he needed to make sure it was perfect and that they both came out of it completely satisfied.
She was sitting on the edge of her bed, still wrapped in her bathrobe, when Scott came out of the bathroom in nothing more than a towel. He lingered at the edge of her bedroom door just looking at her and asking himself quietly why he’d never noticed before how pretty she was. His vision of her had always been skewed by the rumors, the notion of all those men she’d been with leaving a dark smudge on her beauty Scott couldn’t see past before now. Not to mention the fact that he’d spent their whole life together thinking of her the way a brother thinks about his sister, but those blinders were gone now and all he could see was the woman in front of him.
Even without makeup, her face was flawless, her lips round and full and absolutely begging to be kissed. Her wet, tousled hair hung straight over her shoulders, a blond slice of bangs falling just over her left eye. She reached up to brush it away as she looked up at him, her eyes naturally wide and almost innocent as she studied him.
“Well, it’s done,” she said.
“What did you tell them?”
“Does it matter?” she asked, scooting over on the bed and patting the seat beside her. “All that matters is I’m staying home now so you can take care of me.”
Scott crossed the threshold into forbidden territory, stepping into Peyton’s bedroom on invitation for the first time in years. “I’m going to take very good care of you,” he assured her.
“Good,” she grinned.
Scott sat down beside her on the bed and lowered his arm across her backside as he leaned in close and nuzzled the tip of his nose against her cheek. “You’re a little hot,” he breathed out against her skin, making her shutter. “You may have a fever.”
“You should take my temperature,” she said.
“Maybe I should take your temperature,” he raised an eyebrow as he moved back to look at her. “Stick my thermometer in real deep to get an accurate reading.”
“My mom is a nurse,” Peyton reminded him. “She always said the best way to get a good temperature reading is anally.”
Scott felt his jaw drop against his neck and no words came out of his mouth for a moment. He’d seen anal porn, but never really thought it would be his cup of tea. He certainly didn’t want to dive right into her ass, so he shook his head and leaned back, laying his hand on her shoulder. “I think we should get a thermometer into your mouth first, see how that rates.”
Peyton smiled, a hint of naughtiness flashing in her eyes as she nodded her agreement. “You’re the doctor,” she said.
“That’s right. Now, if you’d just position yourself right here on the floor, we can get started.”
It was almost hard for him to believe how actively he was playing in this game of theirs. Just a few hours earlier, Peyton had been nothing more than a twisted fantasy, and now she was on her knees between his legs staring up at him like a puppy-in-training waiting for her next command. His cock was already hard again, simple thought alone sending a pulse of pleasurable tension racing the length of his shaft. Peyton dutifully peeled the towel away from his waist and watched it puddle on her bed around his thighs. She reached her hand in and immediately circled her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, squeezing it deliciously before lowering her head to take him into her mouth again.
His skin was already warm, but Peyton’s wet lips and dancing tongue felt like a yawning sauna as she gobbled him in as far as she could. He groaned almost against his will as he felt the head of his throbbing dick brush the back of her throat and when he hit her gag reflex, the muscle response seemed to gulp him in even deeper. His hips shot forward on instinct, and he buried himself again and again as she bobbed up and down, trickles of drool wetting his shaft and guiding her slicked fingers as she jerked and sucked.
Every once in a while, she’d tilt her head up to look at him, her wide eyes seemingly seeking his approval, and each time he looked into her, the tightness in his gut grew tighter and the guilt waxed and wane inside him. She was his sister, even if she wasn’t. They used to play together as children, until they’d grown into their awkward teen years and started to shut each other out. He’d never imagined in all those years that this was how they’d open up to each other again, but no matter how twisted and wrong it seemed to feel, it felt better than anything he’d ever experienced before in his life.
“Oh yeah,” he muttered, his hand tangling into her hair, gripping and guiding her as she dropped down and slid back up. “Yeah, suck it,” he gritted his teeth together tight as he spoke. “Suck it just like that.”
Peyton dutifully responded to his command, swirling her tongue around the throbbing mushroom of his head, probing it into his hole to really taste him and then opening wide to take him inside once again. Scott squeezed and pulled at her hair, pushing her down, tugging her up and leaning his head back to suck air through his tightly clenched teeth.
It had been less than an hour since he’d last come, and normally when he was jerking off, that meant he could go on for quite a bit, but the associations of this situation, the fact that his stepsister was sucking his cock and waiting for him to rise up and bend her over the bed only seemed to make it harder to resist blowing his wad in her face.
Her fingers squeezed his base tight, building up an incredible amount of aching tension in his balls, which she proceeded to roll between the fingers of her other hand. It felt good, her nails occasionally digging painfully into his flesh as she circled his balls and tugged at his sack. She popped him out of her mouth with a loud, wet suck and backed up to bend further down, opening wide to suck on his aching balls. She jerked her hand up and down his length as she teased and tickled his sack with her lips and tongue in such a way that he was relatively sure he would blow like a volcano.
Scott gripped her chin and tugged her face up, looking into her eyes. “I want your pussy,” he told her. “I want to fuck.”
This made her grin, and wordlessly she backed up onto her knees before pushing off the floor to stand in front of him. With an appreciative hand, he reached out to trace the perfect curve of her hip, his fingertips digging into her flesh as he swept down over her ass. He drew her close to him, her navel level with his forehead. He kissed her belly button, pushing his tongue in before circling it around and tracing it downward
until he reached the neatly trimmed nest of hair covering her sex.
He instantly suckled her button between his lips and began lashing his tongue until she squirmed and hoisted her leg up onto the edge of the bed to give him better access to her snatch. With her hips tilted at that angle, Scott was able to bury his lips between hers, kissing and probing deep into her hole with the stiff muscle of his eager tongue. She hadn’t come yet, but he could taste her, the salty honey dripping from her walls, the promise of orgasm building in her anxious gasps and bucking hips. Every time he dipped his tongue into her, she pushed down on it like a cock, and knowing a mere tongue wasn’t enough to fill a girl, he brought his fingers up to slide them inside her and went back to work on her clit.
She began to circle her hips more precisely, riding in to meet his eager mouth before drawing them back to start the cycle again. The pump of his fingers worked faster, harder, diving up deep inside her again and again until he was sure she was on the edge of explosion. He flicked his tongue across her swollen nub, sucking it into his mouth hard and basking in the glorious rise of her desperation in every breathy moan that puffed from her lips.