“Since you asked so nicely,” he said with a grin.
I dropped to my knees and opened wide. I was worried I would be terrible at it, but apparently I was quite a natural.
“Suck it, sis,” he moaned and thrust forward, “good girl, suck me dry.”
He wrapped his hands in my hair and held me tight in his grip. He slid in and out and fucked my face, gently at first then picking up rhythm.
I could hear the wet slurping sound of my mouth working his cock, his ragged breathing, and my own pounding heart. My pussy was drenched; I could feel myself oozing in desire for him.
He went faster and almost gagged me as he thrust down my throat. I breathed carefully and concentrated on opening my body up to him.
He finally stiffened and groaned. He said, “Lacey, you’re fucking incredible,” and I felt his cock pulse and my mouth was filled with his cum. I swallowed frantically, but was amazed at how much I loved his taste. He was musky and tangy, and it wasn’t as bad as most girls claimed.
In fact, I think I could do this often, if he’d let me.
I swallowed the last of him and was surprised that he hadn’t gone soft. I always assumed men would need time in between orgasms to get ready again.
That didn’t seem to be the case for my larger than life stepbrother.
He pulled me up and kissed me. He obviously didn’t mind getting dirty either, that fact sent a scandalous thrill through my body.
I loved that he didn’t think anything of letting me drink down his cum, then kiss him passionately.
He breathed out and growled against my mouth. His hands were all over me, traveling the landscape of my body; nothing was off limits to him.
He tore my clothes off and kissed me until I walked into my bed. I fell back and he stood above me, his eyes locked onto mine. He started to undress and I drank in the sight of his amazing body. My breath caught in my throat as he slipped his shirt off, exposing those incredible muscles. I’d never seen a man like him.
“You’re pretty hot,” I laughed, realizing I was staring at him like a starving woman at a buffet.
“You’re the hot one,” he winked and flexed his arm, “but you don’t have arms like this.”
“Thank god,” I smiled, “I’d rather just grab yours. I’d look like a she hulk if I had those arms.”
“You can hang off them any time you want,” he told me and crawled up the bed on top of me.
I grabbed his arms and said, “Like this?”
“Exactly,” he told me and kissed me. His body was huge over mine, I felt delicate and protected, like he would keep me safe from anything or anyone.
I felt at home there under him. It felt right.
He pushed my legs apart with his knee and hovered at my entrance, his massive cock pushing ever so gently at me.
“Fuck me hard,” I breathed against his lips and pulled myself up to receive him.
“You little slut,” he said in a low, thick voice, “my little slut.”
“I am, Colton, please, fuck me,” I pleaded with him, spreading my legs wide and wrapping them around his hips.
He didn’t respond, he just thrust inside and started to hammer away at me like a wild man. I gasped with pain as he stretched me wide, but soon I loosened up and joined him in his rhythm.
“This feels so good,” I moaned and writhed under him, “Why haven’t I been fucking you for years?”
“I don’t know, babe,” he said, “but I could get addicted to this cunt.”
Those were the words I wanted to hear, Colton’s reassurance that this was more than just a vacation fling.
I wanted this when we got back to school, I wanted him.
We came together, thrusting and clenching, I cried out and he growled his throbbing release deep inside my twitching pussy.
Afterwards we lay tangled in each other’s limbs and I knew I wanted more of this. As much as I could get.
I just hoped he was sincere about becoming an addict, I knew I already was.
Chapter Eight
Our five days was over too soon. Colton and I spent every possible moment with each other, meeting up after everyone thought we were sleeping, sneaking into the home theatre to hook up, even going out of bounds on the ski hill so we could have a quick kiss and fondle on the slopes.
I felt a huge weight one my shoulders when we said good-bye to our parents and hit the road going back.
We had four hours in the car together, it was sure to be much more pleasant than the ride up, but I was terrified that he would abandon me and revert to his old ways the minute we got back to school.
I wouldn’t blame him though; I mean what was I thinking? How could we tell people we were dating? We were brother and sister and everybody knew it.
I thought about transferring to another school, but then I wouldn’t be with him every day and the thought of that hit me like a physical blow.
Besides, we’d eventually have to tell our parents and family anyhow. And how would that go over?
My mind was racing a million miles a minute and I was staring out the window going over it all.
“What’s on your mind?” Colton asked after the first hour of this.
I looked at him and smiled, “Nothing much, just tired I guess.”
“I know you too well for you to pull that one with me, babe,” he said and reached for my hand. He gave it a squeeze and added, “Are you worried I’ll ditch your fine ass the minute we get home?”
“Kinda,” I admitted, “I’m worried about it. Yes, I’ll admit it. You don’t exactly have a stellar reputation for being faithful.”
“I don’t know what to say,” he told me and squeeze my hand again, “I wish I could promise you I’d always be faithful and love you forever, but I don’t know what’s going to happen from day to day.”
His words hit me hard, like an arrow to the heart. I could already feel him pulling away from me, closing up shop, shuttering his windows and hiding behind the safety of his mental barriers.
“I wish we could have stayed in the chalet,” I said miserably and pulled my hand back.
“Me too, babe,” he replied with a distant look in his eyes, “me too.”
We got back pretty late. We parked the car at the rental place and his buddy Curtis was there to drive us back to campus. Colton bragged the entire time about his snowboarding skills and didn’t even help me with my bags when we got to our dorm.
I dragged my luggage behind me while he yapped on to Curtis. The only time I saw him even glance back at me was when Curtis asked him about getting laid on vacay.
“Yeah,” Colton said with a snicker, “I banged a hottie for sure.” His eyes darted back to me, he looked embarrassed, and focused on Curtis until we got to my room.
“Here’s me,” I said and dug around for my key. I found it and added, “Okay, thanks, you can go now.”
“See ya around,” Curtis said and they walked down the hall to Colton’s room. I heard Curtis begging for details on the hottie, my face went red and I slammed my door shut.
I didn’t know if I was feeling shame or rage, or maybe a little bit of both, but I didn’t like it.
I supposed I’d known this would happen, but I hadn’t expected it to hurt so much. That was the kicker, how hard it hurt when he treated me like a nobody.
I had a bath and went to bed, hoping to start a new day and forget any of this had ever happened.
But how could I forgot how much my heart wanted him?
***
A couple weeks went by and I barely saw Colton. I managed to sooth my aching heart by busying myself with school and nothing else. I barely even heard him in the bathroom.
My only consolation was that I never heard another girl with him. Not like before. I knew he wasn’t fucking anybody else.
One night I fell asleep clutching my pillow only to be woken some time in the darkest hour.
“Lacey, forgive me, I’m a bastard,” Colton’s voice came to me in my half-sleep. I wasn’t s
ure if I was awake or not, so I didn’t respond.
“Lacey, babe,” he said again and I felt his body sink onto my mattress and move under the covers. He pressed himself against my back and wrapped his arms around me. His skin hot and he felt good, but I couldn’t let myself fall for this.
I knew he was wildly unpredictable. I wasn’t entirely sure why, but it probably had something to do with his mother or the girl who broke his heart when he was fifteen.
No matter what the psychological reason was, I knew trying to hold onto Colton’s heart would be like trying to ride the lightning.
Impossible and dangerous.
And I was the only one risking anything; I was the one who would get burned up to ashes if I managed to hang on.
I couldn’t make him leave though, no matter how much I wanted to protect myself, he felt too good pressed against me and he felt too right being in my bed.
I would take what I could get, and switch my heart off in the morning.
At least that’s what I told myself.
Chapter Nine
The bright light woke me, and Colton was gone. Had I dreamt him in my bed last night?
I rolled over and saw the impression of his body on the sheets and his head on the pillow. I smelled the pillowcase and his lingering masculine scent filled my nostrils.
He’d been here all right, but had fled first thing before I woke up.
I grabbed my phone and checked the time. I leapt out of bed when I realized I had fifteen minutes to get to my first class.
I threw on some acceptably dirty clothes, sprayed some dry shampoo in my hair, and brushed my teeth.
I must have hit my own mouth at just the wrong angle, because I gagged half way through. I heaved and bent over the sink, feeling slightly dizzy and a little disoriented.
The feeling passed, I finished brushing and made it to class with almost a minute to spare.
That week went by like this, being ignored and business as usual during the day, but at night Colton would find his way to my room and spoon me all night, only to be gone in the morning.
We didn’t have sex for three nights; it was just comfort and love as far as I could tell.
The fourth night he slipped into my room and climbed into my bed, I could tell things were different. He was louder, he stumbled as he hit the mattress and shook me awake. He wasn’t considerate, he smelled like beer and he whispered to me in a loud voice. “Lacey, you up?”
I groaned and rolled over, looked at him in the dim light and said, “I am now, thanks.”
“I think I love you,” he blurted and kissed me. He tasted like cigarettes and I could smell them in his hair.
“Where were you?” I asked as I pushed him away from me.
“Partying with the guys,” he said and touched my face, “you are so fucking beautiful, have I ever told you that?”
“I think so,” I said, still feeling irritated but warming up to him.
“I tried to fuck somebody tonight,” he said suddenly, looking down.
“What?” I exclaimed, “Why the hell would you tell me that?”
“I couldn’t, I didn’t even kiss her,” he told me, “I can’t get you out of my fucking blood. You’re in here, Lacey. Fuck it, I do love you. I know I do.”
“Oh,” is all I managed before he kissed me again. I had gone completely soft for him by then and let him roll me onto my back and climb on top of me.
Our sex was slightly clumsy, and it wasn’t his best performance, but his words rung hot in my ears.
He loved me. Sure he had to be drunk and fail having sex with another girl to find the courage to tell me, but he loved me.
That’s all that mattered.
***
I woke and he was still in bed with me. He had his arm thrown over his head and the other casually resting on my breast. When I tried to get up, he squeezed my breast and pulled me back into his arms.
“Good morning,” I said and wiggled back into his arms.
“Good morning,” he said sleepily. He looked down at me and smiled. “Do you remember what I told you last night?” he asked.
“Which part? Trying to fuck somebody or that you love me?” I asked with a grin.
“Uh, the love part. I’m fucking sorry about the other part, Lacey. I was trying to get you out of my system,” he said.
“As long as you didn’t actually do anything, what can I say?” I told him.
“What about the love part?” he asked.
I was about to declare my undying love for him, when a wave of nausea hit me. I put my hand on my mouth and jumped up, running to the bathroom.
I fell in front of the toilet and heaved. I felt dizzy again and out of sorts. I must have caught a horrible bug since we got back.
Colton dropped to his haunches next to me and rubbed my back. “Are you okay, babe?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said in misery, “I think I have the flu. I hope I didn’t give it to you.”
“I’d gladly take it,” he laughed, “as long as it’s from you.”
“You’re weird,” I laughed, “and I do love you.”
He was quiet for a moment, rubbed my back and said, “I don’t know why, but I do know I’m lucky for it. I love you Lacey, and I’ll do my best to not hurt you.”
“That’s all I can ask for,” I said and stood up on shaky legs. He watched as I brushed my teeth and splashed some cold water on my face.
We ended up in the shower together and I was late for class. I felt good though, energized and content that I might have managed to tame the wild lighting.
By the weekend, things were upside down and so different.
It started with Colton asking me to a frat party with him and his friends. I was elated, thinking I’d be going with him, maybe not as his official date until we figured out how to tell people, but with him.
We packed into Curtis’ car and headed over. He made one last stop and Renee, a girl Colton had dated briefly last year, climbed in.
Right on his lap.
She purred in his ear and draped herself over him so by the time we got to the party, I was burning with anger.
I immediately jumped from the car and rushed inside, trying to escape him.
I would have downed a few beers, but I was still feeling woozy from the flu, so I stuck to mineral water.
I wondered why Colton hadn’t come after me, why he didn’t seem to care where I was.
When I walked into the living room of the frat house, I got my answer.
He was sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand and Renee firmly planted on his lap.
She was grinding to the music that was blasting from the huge speakers and Colton had his hand casually on her thigh, reaching around her body.
I caught his eye, shot him daggers, and stormed to the kitchen to get another mineral water.
He still didn’t come after me. He made his choice clear.
Chapter Ten
I didn’t even know how I managed to make it through the next couple hours, but I was finally ready to go home by midnight. I hadn’t seen Colton again after that first glimpse of him and Renee, but I could only imagine what he was up to.
I glanced above me at the bedrooms upstairs and wondered if he was up there fucking that slut somewhere. The idea enraged me, and I felt a wave of nausea rush over me again at the thought.
“Are you all right?” Curtis asked me and grabbed my elbow to steady me.
“I’m good, just a little sick,” I said.
“How much have you had to drink?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I replied, “I think I have the flu.”
“Oh shitty, do you need to go home? I could take you, I’m still able to drive,” he told me.
I brightened up, needing to get back to my room so I could curl up under the covers and cry my eyes out.
“Yeah, that would be great,” I said, “let’s go.”
“I’ll go tell Colt,” he said.
“No need, he’s p
retty busy,” I told him and grabbed his arm. We left the party and I didn’t see Colton anywhere. I thought I might have caught a glimpse of Renee down a darkened back hallway, but couldn’t be sure.
We got back to my building and Curtis insisted on walking me in. I said no, but he told me he was taught to be a gentleman and walk a lady to the door.
I listened to him make small talk until we hit my room. I grabbed my keys and opened the door, turned around and said, “Thanks for the lift, Curtis. I’ll see you around.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” he said and grabbed my arm, “don’t be like that.”
“What do you mean?” I asked and tried to pull back.
“You know exactly what I mean,” he said and gave me a sinister smile, “you need to compensate me for the gas.”
“You need money?” I asked.
“That’s not what I need,” he replied and shoved my hand on his hard dick.
I squealed and jumped back, but he pushed me into my room and kicked the door shut. I screamed and he backhanded me across the mouth.
“Shut up, bitch,” he said in a low voice, “you always walk around here like you’re better than all of us. You’re so fucking hot and you like parading your perfect little ass around, making us all pant after you but never doing a damn thing about it. Well, tonight I’m doing something about it.”
“Curtis,” I pleaded, “Colton will kill you if you do this.”
“Well let’s make sure your door is locked then,” he said and turned the deadbolt.
He shoved me hard and I fell down, he dragged me by my arm to the bed, sat down and demanded, “Strip.”
“No,” I sobbed, “Colton will kill you.”
“I said take your clothes off,” he commanded, his voice dangerous and his eyes blazing with fury.
I turned and tried to run to the door, to escape. He was fast though; he dragged me back to the bed and threw me down, face first.
“I’ll do it for you,” he said and ripped my skirt up over my hips. He tore my panties off and palmed my ass. “Nice, just how I imagined.”
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